i'm sorry it is so text heavy but i loved this

i like seeing you laugh

please tell me i’m not the only person in the world still thinking about passe på meg. i think of it as their little private i love you scene.

Isak and Even are two teenage boys. they don’t often sit down to discuss the intricacies of their relationship, they don’t verbalise every feeling. they don’t verbalise it, but we are shown it. when they hang out in mekke øl and hjernen er alene, their conversation is sometimes inaudible because the focus is not on what they’re saying but instead on how they make each other feel. they make each other laugh. they make each other laugh a lot. they make each other shine. maybe their jokes are hilarious, or maybe their jokes are terribly unfunny, it doesn’t matter, because dating someone who makes you laugh doesn’t mean you need to date a comedian, it means dating someone with whom you vibe so well that their mere presence relaxes you, being with them makes you laugh. we see that a lot with Isak and Even. good vibes and good laughs. how being around each other is effortless because they can just be.

so when Isak touches Even’s lower lip and says i like seeing you laugh, it’s a casual remark, but it’s also this this intimate, honest confession, because that’s how they make each other feel, they make each other laugh. and he likes it. he doesn’t have a word for it yet, but he knows the feeling’s good. they’re good. you don’t always need to say i love you. sometimes making them laugh is better. when the night is dark and heavy, sometimes laughter is the only way out.

so that’s the i love you of a boy who is young and learning and figuring things out.

i was there to meet you, on the other hand. it should be this dramatic moment, a plot twist, a huge revelation, a guarded secret that Even has kept inside all this time, finally ready to let it unravel. and yet it’s anything but. it’s a nonchalant statement, it’s a how was school we’re running out of toilet paper it’s pretty windy today by the way i was there to meet you. Even’s kept it a secret for so long because it’s not a secret. he says it like he’s stating the obvious, because to him it is the most obvious thing, nothing has ever been more clear to him. the possibility of him having been there for any other reason is nonexistent, and it’s ridiculous that anyone would think otherwise, especially Isak. but i saw you on the first day of school is different. it’s more quiet, half a whisper. Even becomes gentle and pensive, like he remembers something, remembers that first day of school. because this is the part that is not obvious to him. this part where he is lying in bed with the boy he saw on the very first day of school, wearing his clothes, wearing his smell, wearing his kindness and his patience and his understanding. this the part that is maybe a dream.

and my favourite part? it’s Isak’s little ‘oh’. that’s literally all he says. he doesn’t ask Even to elaborate, doesn’t ask any questions, where exactly did you see me, what was i doing, what did you think, what, when, why why why. just oh. and then he smiles. because he believes it. he accepts it. two weeks ago he was ready to believe that everything was a lie because what would someone like Even ever see in a boy like him. now he knows better. he believes it, he accepts it, and he relishes it. and then they smile at each other, because that’s how they make each other feel. they make each other laugh and smile. and it’s good. whatever this is, it’s good. it’s good, yeah.

CROSSOVER AU

okay so @all-you-see-is-nightmare-eyes and i have been talking about an au where connor, evan, jeremy and michael met and it got shippy. very detailed /cries/ headcannons below.

- The main reason the four of them met was because they found each other at the orchard. Evan and Connor were on a date, they had a picnic ready and everything, and Michael wanted to explore the place so Jeremy was forced to come with him.

- Michael had tripped on one of the paths and fell off of it, down the slight slope they were on, right in front of Connor and Evan. Evan nearly had a heart attack when it happened, and when Jeremy came running down, he nearly had one all over again. Connor was just confused.

- Well, after Jeremy made sure Michael was okay, the four of them talked a little. And, with the awkward introductions thrown aside, they immediately hit it off. Evan and Connor thought the two of them were cool and full of funny stories, and Jeremy and Michael thought that they were pretty chill and nice.

- Somehow, an hour had passed and the boyf riends had somehow edged their way into the tree bros date - and they didn’t mind at all.

- Eventually, Connor and Evan decided that they had to go and gathered their things with the help of Jeremy and Michael. Jeremy kept apologising for barging in on their date, so much so that Evan of all people had to calm him down.

- They walked to their seperate cars, but before any of them could get in and drive away, Connor ran over and asked for their numbers. The boyf riends gave him their numbers, and he texted both of them Evan’s number. After that, they all left.

- And just like that, a group chat was made and they were all texting day and night.

- Turns out Michael and Jeremy lived the next town over - an hour away from Evan and Connor.

- Evan and Connor visited one time during the weekend, expecting to hang out for a couple of hours and then head back home - they ended up staying the entire weekend.

- Eventually, the tree bros came over to visit every weekend, sometimes during the weekdays for the hell of it.

- They all torture Jeremy’s dad for fun tbh.

- “wow you actually wear pants - i really wanted to see the ducky underwear you own”

- “thanks mr. ducky - i mean mr. heere.”

- Eventually Michael and Jeremy visit Evan and Connor for the first time, and they all end up going to Evan’s house because Connor’s house is a “no-go”, as he says.

- EVERYONE LOVES HEIDI. IT’S A FACT SORRY I DON’T MAKE THE RULES.

- None of them have spoken about the Squips or the suicide attempts. They feel like they should just hide it and act like normal kids.

- One day Evan is just kind of watching the boyf riends play video games as Connor draws. He notices how Jeremy sticks the tip of his tongue out when he’s concentrated, how Michael’s eyes sparkle every time he beats a level, how they loudly shriek in sync when something bad happens and he. just. realizes how much he loves them.

- Evan gets all awkward and blushy around the three of them and every time they try to touch him or ask what’s wrong he just says he’s fine and pulls away.

- “did we do something wrong?” “I - I - I’M F - FINE”

- Since they’re have their regular “sleepover all weekend” things, Jeremy decides that they should camp outside because Evan likes nature, right? The rest of them agree.

- When they all go outside, they find a fireplace and decide to gather sticks and stuff for firewood.

- Michael and Connor totally fight each other with the sticks. it’s a fact.

- Eventually they all calm down and Jeremy gets a fire lit, and they’re just talking about things. Heavy things, the things they usually try not to talk about.

- Somehow, none of them slip up about the suicide attempts or the Squips, but when Evan speaks up he talks about how he feels like he’s a burden and that he’ll never be good enough for anything.

- The boys immediately jump to action, saying that they all like Evan so much, so god damn much and that they would probably die for him.

- Evan is so overwhelmed by the response - here are these beautiful men, all looking at him, worry and affection displayed on their dimly lit faces and. Evan just. explodes.

- “I think I’m in love with all of you?” And they boys are shocked, but Evan continues. “I don’t know how - I didn’t even think it was humanly possible but here we are?? And like it’s scary because I can’t even handle having a crush on one person, so why three? Why now? Why -”

- And Michael just cuts him off and says “I love you too.”

- And Jeremy and Connor just share a look and sigh in relief and they’re both like “yeah we kind of talked to eachother about our feelings already we were just waiting for you two..”

- So now there’s four blushing boys sitting in a backyard at 2 am, having spilled their feelings out for each other, unaware of what to do next.

- And then Michael asks Evan if he can kiss him and Evan is like “!!!!!!!!” and nods, and they share a small kiss.

- Jeremy speaks up, his face flushed as he talks. “Are we all.. dating now?”

- Connor and Evan share a look and smile.

- “Yeah, we are.”

THAT’S IT FOR NOW BYE

Sick Day

Originally posted by m-pott

Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After finding out your boyfriend is sick, you come to his rescue with a shit ton of snuggles and medicine.

Word Count: 1,310

Warnings: Language, fluff, sick!Tom, phobia of being sick (?), needy!Tom, snuggles beyond this world (lemme tell ya, GEEZ.)

A/N: Guess who’s back, m'friends! I apologize for my sudden “disappearance” lol. School and personal stuff has been really weighing me down. I won’t share the juicy details. For the anon that requested this, I hope I did it justice. :// As always, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy reading!


Waking up on a bright, sunny Saturday, you jump out of bed with a giddiness in your bones.

Maybe it was because of the weekend… or possibly the Ben & Jerry’s ice cream you have saved for your binge day today.

Either way, you were bubbling with so much happiness that it started to alarm you. Especially since you weren’t one to really express emotions all the time. 

However, that was put to a halt when you got a text from your boyfriend, Tom.

Tom: To Y/N

Baaaabe, I think I’m sick.

Oh, c'mon!

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anonymous asked:

Hey I love your writing! Can I please have a Niall imagine where you get into a bad fight and he walks out and comes back later when he's calm down to find you in the bathroom crying holding something of his? Kind of specific I'm sorry!! 💖

~1,527 words

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“God (Y/N) i just want to go out with the lads for a beer. Get off my back!” He snapped at you while he stomped out of the bedroom and down the hall. Jumping off the bed you followed him.

“Get off your back?! Niall, you’ve gone out for a beer every night this week and the last. You’re at the studio all fucking day and you come home late. I just want one night with you!” He didn’t even react to your words as he went to the closet and pulled out his jacket and boots. “Are you fucking listening? Sometimes I feel like you don’t care anymore. You stopped texting me during the day, and stopped saying goodbye in the mornings. You haven’t even said ‘I love You’ since last saturday.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you watched him slip his boots on his feet. You hate fighting and you hate acting this clingy but it felt like he wasn’t even in love with you anymore.

Niall finally made eye contact with you, anger was present in his blue eyes. The way he looked at you made your heart drop to your stomach. “Maybe I go out all the time because you’re so goddamn needy. You constantly want my attention. And I have other things to worry about then saying I love you.”  He pulled his hat onto his head, “Don’t bother waiting up. I might even just crash at Bressie’s house.” His voice had no hint of emotion, turning on his heel he left without another word.

You stood, frozen, staring at the closed front door. You’ve been dating for two years and this was the first fight where you actually felt like he was going to leave you. Even when he was pissed he would still say he loves you, but the look in his eyes made you feel as though that love was gone. Niall did have a loose tongue and would say things he didn’t mean but the words he just said seemed like they were from his heart.

The tears you tried to hold back now fell freely from your eyes, drenching your cheeks. Your feet absent mindedly carried you back to the bedroom and into the walk in closet where you found his favorite sweater. The cream colored fabric still smelled like his cologne and body wash. Taking the sweater into the bathroom you closed the door and sank down to the cool tile floor where you then let all your emotions out. Heavy sobs racked through your body as you hid your face in Niall’s sweater, desperate to feel close to the man you loved; even though it was starting to feel like that love wasn’t mutual.

-

“You good mate?” Deo asked Niall while he nudged his shoulder, “You’ve been zoning in out all night.”

“It’s just- I’m fine.” He responded taking another sip of his Guinnes. His anger and frustration had worn off a while ago and the gravity of what he said, and didn’t say, was just now hitting him. Guilt filled his stomach the more he realized you were right.

“What did you do, Horan?” Another one of the lads asked, all of his friends eyes were on him now.

“I had a fight with (Y/N) before I left and I was a dick.”

“What was it about?” Bressie asked.

“She wanted me ta stay home tonight and watch a movie. She was also upset that I’ve been going out a lot and haven’t really spent time with her.”

“You have been going out a lot though and you’re living in the studio. Why didn’t ya just stay home?” Deo pointed out.

“I- I don’t know, I’m just stressed that the album isn’t gonna be that good and I just wanted a beer. I’m an ass okay, now I wish I just stayed home. Wouldn’t be surprised if I go home and find that all her stuff is gone.” The last sentence almost brought tears to his eyes, he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying in front of his friends.

“Why don’t ya just go home, man.”

Niall took a deep breath to ward of his tears before nodding and grabbing his hat off the table, “Bye guys.” He said standing up and leaving without waiting for a response. His boots tapped on the pavement as he made his way to the range rover, telling the fans that he couldn’t stop for pictures. The whole drive back to the house he tried to piece together an apology, he stopped at a gas station and got a bouquet of flowers and all your favorite types of candy. He knew that the flowers and candy would do little to make up for the way he has been acting but it was worth a shot.

When he pulled into the driveway he sighed in relief to see your car still parked but as he looked into the windows he saw that all the lights were off. “Shit.” He muttered under his breath thinking that maybe you got one of your friends to pick you up.

He slowly came into the home and toed off his boots listening for any sign that you were still in the house. Niall had never been so happy to still see your shoes lying on the floor, it was one of his pet peeves that you didn’t put them away on the rack in the closet. He didn’t hear the tv in the den or in the bedroom, it was still fairly early in the evening so he doubted that you had gone to sleep. Wondering around the house he called out for you, “(Y/N)?! Petal, where are ya? I’m sorry I’m such an ass.”

You were still in the bathroom crying, the fight had happened two hours ago but you were still upset. Everytime your tears would slow you’d think about the words Niall said to you and you were right back to sobbing. His sweater was soaked with tears at this point, probably another thing that would make Niall mad at you.

Niall had given up on trying to find you, he walked into the bedroom dropping the bag of candy and flowers on the bed with a huff. He went to go into the bathroom but when he turned the knob and open the door the last thing he expected to see was you sitting on the floor crying with his sweater held tightly in your hands.

Your hair was messily hanging out of your ponytail,  your face was red and blotchy, and your eyelids swollen from crying so much. “Babe..” Niall sighed sinking down to the floor next to you. His presents made you jump, looking up at him you let out a choked sob. All you wanted to do was jump into his arms and hold onto him but he told you you were needy so you stayed where you were.

“Come here princess.” He said sadly pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back. Tears soaked into his shirt but he didn’t care, “I’m so fucking sorry my love. I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re not needy or clingy and nothing is more important than you. I’ve just been really stressed and I didn’t want to burden you with it so I’d just go out.”

“Then why di-d you say that?” You said into his chest, your breath hitched as you tried to talk.

Niall’s heart broke as he heard your voice, “Because I’m stupid and ya know that. I’ve been struggling to get the album together and today was particularly rough, I took that frustration out on you and I’m really sorry about that.”

The two of you sat on the bathroom floor for a good ten minutes before you finally looked up at him, he smiled down at you sadly before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Do ya forgive me?” Niall asked.

“Yeah,” You answered. “Do you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing for me to forgive darlin’, ya did nothing wrong. You were right, I wasn’t spending enough time with you. So tomorrow we’re gonna go out for dinner and a movie then I want ya to tag along to the studio with me. Sound good?”

You nodded cuddling closer into his chest. “Why did ya take my sweater?” He asked. You blushed not wanting to tell him but you did anyway.

“I-I just wanted to feel a close to you.” You responded, your cheeks even redder now. Your answer made Niall realize just how much you missed him and it made him feel like shit.

“I’m sorry love.” He whispered into your hair. “Why don’t we go lay on bed instead of sitting on the hard tile. I also got ya all your favorite candy and some flowers.” You chuckled at his thoughtfulness and the fact that he got you candy and flowers to apologize.

Niall helped you stand and led you by your hand into the bedroom where you both stuffed your face with candy while you just enjoyed each other’s company.

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Moonlight

also on ao3 :- ))

Jeremy could tell something was off with Michael from the beginning. His usual carefree attitude is gone and replaced with a tenseness unusual for him. What bothers him most was that he didn’t have a clue of what could be causing it.

The night had started off normal. He had gone to bed after hanging out at Michael’s for a while after school. Just as he was about to fall asleep around midnight, he heard his phone softly ping in the darkness. He had been half tempted to just ignore it until morning, but fortunately he made himself sit up and look at the text message he had received.

Hey im outside ur house lets go for a night drive pls

And, okay, that in itself isn’t unusual. This isn’t the first time Michael has shown up unannounced at his house, but he could feel that something is different this time. Maybe it’s the “pls” at the end. Maybe he’s just thinking too much into it. There’s probably nothing wrong and Michael just couldn’t sleep and wanted to hang out with Jeremy some more. Yeah, that’s probably it.

Hopefully.

He’s brought back from his thoughts when the car stops. They have reached an empty intersection, the stop sign glinting from the headlights. Michael is staring straight ahead, hands coming from the steering wheel to rest on his lap.

“Uh, Michael, what’s up? Why aren’t we moving? There’s no other cars…” Jeremy stutters out somewhat nervously, his worry increasing.

Michael continues staring in front of him as he says, “There’s just been something…. Just… buddy, I -” He stops suddenly.

“Michael, please, tell me. I’m wor -” He’s cut off by Michael abruptly turning towards him.

“Jeremy, I’m gonna do something. And it’s a pretty big something, like monumental, okay. I just…” He looks determined, though his voice wavers as he says, “I need to do this.”

“Um, okay. But what…?” Jeremy trails off when a warm hand comes up to rest on his cheek. Michael’s thumb traces lightly under his eye as he smiles softly, nervously.

“Just stop me if I'm… doing anything wrong, okay?”

And, oh God, Jeremy is blushing so hard that Michael surely can feel it. His heart is beating rapidly as Michael leans closer and closer. Is he really going to…?

His question is answered when lips meet his own.

It’s chaste and quick and hardly to write home about, but it was so much more to Jeremy and he could only imagine what Michael must be feeling right now. Even after Michael is leaning back with his hand gone from Jeremy’s cheek, he swears he can still feel the warmth and softness of it all. He’s still blushing profusely and he can see that Michael is too.

Michael becomes more and more tense and nervous as Jeremy continues to just sit there and stare at him, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide.

“Jeremy? I — I’m sorry; I just… You’re so… amazing? And cute and funny and I love everything about you and I love spending time with you so much and I… I’m sorry if I just ruined everything or something, I dunno, I just…” He shrugs helplessly at the end.

Jeremy finally snaps from his stupor and rushes to lean over the center console and place his hands on the sides of Michael’s face.

“Dude, that’s so gay.” Jeremy says because he can’t think of anything else to say that wouldn’t make him stutter and blush even more. He begins to regret those words until he sees Michael starting to grin widely and laugh. Jeremy leans back over to the passenger side and begins to laugh as well. Michael laughs louder as he hears Jeremy joining him and -

Jeremy stops as he takes in the sight. Michael’s eyes are closed and his head is tilted back — Jeremy can clearly see the line of his Adam’s apple from the streetlight shining through the driver side’s window — and this all causes Jeremy to swallow nervously but with a slight giddy feeling. He can’t believe someone as attractive and amazing as Michael likes him. Awkward, stutter-y Jeremy. He almost feels overwhelmed. Maybe this is all just a dream; maybe he had never checked his phone after all.

“Is this a dream?”

Michael looks at him, laughing subsiding but a smile is still there. He takes Jeremy’s hand in his own and kisses him again, harder and longer this time. Thankfully, he pulls back before Jeremy can feel embarrassed about the moan that was trying to push its way pass his lips.

“Did that feel like a dream?” Michael is smirking now, hand still clasped with Jeremy’s.

Jeremy blushes as he shakes his head vigorously. “Not at all.”

Michael laughs softly as leans over.

“Good,” he says, before kissing him once again.

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They’re sitting in the car outside Jeremy’s house now.

Michael looks a little disappointed as he says, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” He still smiles slightly, though.

Jeremy wonders why this all feels so awkward because it’s just Michael, his best friend, so why does it feel like he can’t think of the right thing to say? Then he remembers why it’s awkward because things are different now. It makes him wonder what Michael is to him now. What are they? Are they… boyfriends?

“What are we?” Jeremy blurts out, face already a deep shade of red.

“Well, uh, what do you want to be? Do you wanna, like, go on a, you know, a date first?”

Jeremy lets out a breathy laugh as he nods. “Yeah, yeah, let’s, uh, do that.”

“Okay, okay, cool.”

“Yeah, cool.”

A beat.

“Sooooo…” Jeremy starts but stops when Michael starts laughing. “What? What? Why are you laughing?”

“Because, buddy, best friend, light of my life (Jeremy blushes at that), you are so hopelessly awkward.”

Jeremy sputters, “Wha — Hey! You aren’t any better right now! And can you blame me?” He mumbles the last part.

Michael puts up his hands in mock surrender. “No, no, you’re right.”

Jeremy intertwines his hands with Michael’s before he can think about it too much. Michael grins and Jeremy smiles nervously back.

“Do you wanna come inside for a bit?” Jeremy asks.

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Moonlight streams through the window of Jeremy’s room. It casts a pale glow on the two of them lying together on Jeremy’s bed. They’re facing each other, curled up and hands together. Both are on the verge of sleep, eyes heavy and breathing slow.

“I think it’s safe to say that we’re boyfriends.” Michael says softly.

“Yeah, but ‘m still expectin’ that date…” Jeremy responds sleepily, shifting closer to him.

Michael smiles, eyes lit up with adoration. “Of course, Jer, of course.”

anonymous asked:

I'm just feeling p worthless and I'm sure at some point Maggie has too so can we have Alex just randomly telling Maggie how much she means to her and how amazing she is, how much she loves her. And I need Maggie to be a mess bc haha same.

Same my darling Anon. Same. Sending you so much love: you are worth everything!!! <3 <3 <3

She doesn’t say anything about it on the days when it hits her worst. She doesn’t say anything about it because talking isn’t exactly her style.

But she hits at her heavy bag harder, she takes more risks at work, she takes more shots at the bar, she’s quieter at dinner, she’s quieter in bed.

She doesn’t say anything about it, but Alex knows anyway.

Knows that Maggie tries not to – tries so hard, sometimes, that it tears away at her insides and eats away at her perfect smile – but she knows that Maggie believes the things her exes have said to her, the things her father has said to her, the things the chemical imbalances coursing through her bloodstream and neural pathways say to her, the things the world has said about brown queer girls who think they have a right to be happy.

Knows that more often than not, Maggie Sawyer feels worthless.

Feels like she’s just going through the motions. Like every achievement she’s had is luck. Like every tear she sheds is weakness. Like every struggle she has is fake. Like every break she takes from a job full of death and full of torture and full of iron bars eats away at her value as a person, because how can she be worth anything at all if she’s not spending all her time, every second of it, in service to others?

So on the days when Maggie’s smile is just a little forced; the mornings when Alex catches her just staring at the ground, elbows resting on spread knees, chewing on her lip; the nights when she laughs a little too loudly or doesn’t laugh much at all; the afternoons when she works at the heavy bag until she can barely stand up; Alex makes sure to tell her extra, to show her more, to prove to her… everything.

She’ll bring her lunch at the precinct, and she’ll whisper “for the most beautiful woman in the multiverse” in her ear as she slips it into her hands.

She’ll draw her a bath and take off her jacket and boots when she walks in the door, and she’ll murmur “only the best for the best girlfriend in history” into her ear as she slowly strips off her clothes and leads her to the candlelit bathroom.

She’ll pull her close during game night, when she’s forcing a laugh that’s slightly louder than it would normally be, not detectable to anyone else, but Alex knows, so Alex tickles her, and Alex kisses her ear and ignores James and Winn’s whooping as she teases, “I’m so proud to finally have such an incredible and perfect girlfriend to help me kick these losers’ asses”, and she smiles when that’s what gets a genuine smile to flicker across Maggie’s face, and actually reach her eyes.

She’ll text her in the middle of the day, just because, and the just because texts range from thinking of you, beautiful girl to I hope the best cop ever is having the best day ever to Have I told you lately that you’re more beautiful than the most perfect sunrise? Because… you are to I had an amazing time last night, Mags. I can’t wait to be in your strong, gorgeous arms again.

She’ll stare across the living room at Maggie, pretending to read while Maggie pretends to work, watching Maggie’s eyes just fix on a single spot on the ground, her jaw grinding slightly. And Alex will take off her glasses, and she’ll close her book, and she’ll just straight up tell her: “Maggie, you know I… I’ve never been in love before. But I’m in love with you. Because you are the kindest, most generous, bravest woman I have ever known. And yes, yes, I know Supergirl’s my sister, but Kara doesn’t count, okay? I just… Maggie, you are everything I have ever wanted, and you are just… you’re smart, and you’re tough, and you’re just… beautiful. You’re so beautiful. That’s what I told my sister, you know, the day I came out to her. About you. And now that we’re dating, now that I know you better? Maggie, my life changed forever the day Kara came into my life. And the day J’onn came into my life. And it… it changed, I hope forever, the day you came into my life. Because you… you’re amazing, Maggie. You’re amazing, and I admire you. I admire you and I… I’m in love with you. And that’s… you… you’re worth everything. You are everything. I just… I just want you to know that, in case I don’t say it enough, or show you enough, I just… I need you to know those things.”

And suddenly Maggie is on her knees, on the ground in front of the couch, and Alex tosses her book away and she collects Maggie into her arms, because Maggie is sobbing, her entire body wracked with sobs, with grief, with relief, with disbelief, with I don’t deserve you and why would you say those things and Al, Alex, Al, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry and I don’t deserve you, I don’t, I don’t, I’m sorry.

And Alex is shushing her softly and Alex is rocking her gently, and Alex is kissing her hair and kissing the tears off her face and pulling her closer into her lap and, when Maggie’s breathing finally starts to even out again, she’s cupping her face in her hands and looking her straight in the eyes.

“Maggie, I’m not going anywhere. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, but that’s not even the point: let’s just say we deserve each other and call it even, okay?”

This gets a shaky laugh out of Maggie, and Alex kisses her nose.

“You’re worth it, Maggie. You’re worth everything. If I am, you certainly are. Okay? We can be worth it together. Deal?”

There’s a long pause and Alex holds her breath, because she’s never done this with anyone but Kara and maybe she’s bad at it, but then Maggie’s lips are quirking into a smile and Maggie is wrapping her arms around Alex’s shoulders.

“You getting soft on me, Danvers?”

“Always, Sawyer.”

polyamorousparson  asked:

19 + bittyparse

50 A Softer World Prompts

When I look at you all I can see are the mistakes we’re going to make. (The future’s so bright.)

This is also in the same universe as Now or Never (thanks again for listening to me ramble about that, Kat)

“So, what’s it like in Vegas?” Bitty’s cousin Robert (Bobby) asks Kent half way through lunch.

When Bitty had invited Kent to come for the 4th of July, he’d warned him about his family. More specifically, he’d warned him that they had a tendency to chatter.

“Y’know,” Kent shrugs, “dry heat—douchebags shouting on every street corner. Lots of booze and gambling.”

Bitty discreetly rolls his eyes. As if any of that was a bad thing in Kent’s book.

Bobby whistles. “Must attract a lot of…strange folks.”

Kent takes another bite of his potato salad. “I guess. I’m probably the biggest freak out there.”

“Kent,” Bitty huffs.

“What? You gotta admit I’m out there-Dicky,” Kent snorts at the nickname Suzanne revealed to him two days ago when he landed in Atlanta. “Short, millionaire playboy. I’m like Tony Stark with more charm and less wits.”

“You have an incorrigible sense of humor,” Bitty chirps. “That’s all.”

“Tomato, potato,” Kent hums.

“I gotta ask,” Randy interrupts. “Is your team the queer one?”

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petesass  asked:

hi there friendo i heard u were accepting requests for mm headcanons and i being the gay shit i am, i'm here to do a request. trans boi mc accidentally breaks his binder/stp and gets upsetti spaghetti but RFA + saran wrap get them a new one/comfort them!! soz this is weird i'm just a trans boy that needs someone w good writing skills to make my dreams of a trans boy come true tbh ok adios bye ademain oh yikes this was long

I’m sorry this took so long to post. I wanted to make your dreams come true so I pushed myself to finish this.

NOTE: I had done some research on the matter, and I was informed about the bandage thing. Wrapping bandages is NOT a permanent solution for binding if you’re going to and or thinking of doing it. I wrote it in the sense as a temporary solution for the problem but it is BAD to do on the regular. Like it just can fuck you up. Probably best to avoid using it as an option for binding. I just want people to be safe ^^. And thank you whoever brought it to my attention.


Yoosung

  • based on your texts, you weren’t having such a fantastic day
  • when you came home, he could tell you were tired and stressed
  • you said you were just going to go lay down for an hour so he just let you be
  • a while later he heard you shouting profanities in the other room
  • when he went to go check up on you, you were sitting on the bed with your head hung low and your fingers in your hair
  • looking at the ground, he noticed your broken binder
  • more like you’re only binder
    • never knew how much they cost and kind of understood having just one???
  • while you’re stewing in your own anger and sadness, you feel someone tap your shoulder
  • when you look up, this nugget brought a roll of bandages for you
  • “Let me help you wrap up. Is that okay?”
  • HELL YEAH IT’S OKAY
  • you have to help him a bit because his hands get tangled
    • those butterfingers
  • texts or calls throughout the day to make sure you’re doing okay
    • not just because you were upset but for the wrap
    • wants to make sure it’s still in good condition
  • wants to understand the process so he sits with you as you’re shopping for a new one
    • yeah wow they’re pretty damn expensive
    • but would rather you have more than one so you’re not in a BIND later wINK WONK 

Jaehee

  • it was just a normal morning for you
  • but the one thing you’ve been dreading happened
  • a few months ago you realized how shitty you’re binder has got over the year
  • you told yourself you would get a replacement but since your current one still did its job, you put it on the back burner
  • and then eventually forgot about it
  • which brings you back to now
  • as you were putting it on it just snapped 
  • you didn’t think it would have a great affect on you
  • but the anxiety started to settle in 
  • you couldn’t stand to look at yourself in the mirror
  • Jaehee realizes you’ve been in the bathroom for a while and asked if you were alright
  • “Yeah it’s just…let me come out?”
  • when you leave the bathroom, she sees the broken binder and your long face
  • this was the first time she was in this situation and wasn’t sure EXACTLY what to do
  • she just takes the binder and gives you a nice long hug
  • when you say you don’t want to leave the apartment, she doesn’t object
    • you seemed kind of shaken by this so she wanted to make sure you were comfortable
  • when she gets home she shows you the binders she ordered for you because she’s a perfect gelato

Zen

  • you were at school/work for a few hours when you started to get pain in your torso
  • it was beginning to become really painful so you snuck off into the bathroom to remove your binder for a bit before you had to head back
  • but as you were putting it back on, it snapped 
  • and with that, you snapped
  • after panicking for five minutes, you decide to call Zen
  • “Hey babe. You usually don’t call me around this time. Lucky for you I’m on break, how are you?”
  • before you even spoke, he could tell something was wrong
    • your heavy breathing could be heard from across the room for goodness sake
  • the moment you asked to come over and bring your spare binder, he darted right out of rehearsal
  • it gave you enough time to continue your panic attack before you heard someone come through the bathroom
  • thankfully it was Zen
  • you opened the stall with your hand out and as he was handing you the other binder, he asked if you were alright
  • you didn’t feel like you wanted to say anything so you closed the door once the binder was in your hands
  • Zen didn’t leave, he just waited for you to come out and once you did
  • he wiped any remaining tears away with his handkerchief
  • cleaned your face with some water then held you closely
  • doesn’t want to see his precious MC so upset! just wants you to feel better ^^

Jumin

  • with this donut’s love to pamper you
  • among your matching tailored suits, you have some pretty good quality binders in your drawers
  • and you had to admit, they were good quality binders
  • but you would take those words back very soon
  • you were feeling kind of nauseous at work/school so you went to go take it off for a few minutes but it snapped as you were taking it off
  • now you were freaking out because you would have to walk out of the bathroom without one and the EYES TO JUDGE WOULD BE UPON YOU
  • after ralphing for a hot minute you get a call from Jumin
    • donut has really good sense of timing
  • you felt up to talking so you picked up the phone
  • “Hey Jumin, how’s Hong Kong?”
  • “Is everything alright?”
  • super Jumin was able to tell something was up with you
    • even could tell you just vomited?
  • you told him what was wrong
    • he starts writing down shit because he was going to sue the fucking company that made your binder
    • no matter how you insist not to, you know he’s going to do it anyways
  • calls Jaehee to go get you one of your other binders and bring it to you
  • while you’re waiting, he keeps you on the phone to calm you down
  • has you do some breathing exercises and gives you positive affirmations
  • once you were calm you talk about his trip for a bit until you hear Jaehee’s voice

707

  • you worked really hard on the RFA party on the vineyard tomorrow
  • and you laid out your outfit for the occasion
    • figured you could just wear your only binder no big deal
  • then as you were getting ready for bed, Seven is lying in bed while on his phone when he hears a snap from the bathroom
  • “MC?”
  • when you don’t respond, he gets out of bed to check up on you
  • he sees you sitting on the bathroom tiles with your broken binder in your hands
  • “The RFA party is tomorrow…”
  • oh god
  • “And this is my only binder…”
  • insert mini freak out
  • before you could escalate, he sits down with you and keeps an arm around your shoulder
  • calms you down with those kind words of his
  • jellybean doesn’t want you uber stressed out or get worried over spilled milk
  • brings you to bed and makes sure you fall asleep first before he did
  • when the big day comes around, he get a bunch of bandages to wrap you up
    • kind of gets carried away when he helps wraps you
    • “WE CAN WRAP EACH OTHER UP LIKE MUMMIES LATER. RIGHT NOW I HAVE A PARTY TO FUCKING RUN”
  • during the party comes around to you when you were free to make sure you’re doing ok

Unknown

  • Saeran was just chilling on his bed while listening to some tunes
  • not a care in the world
  • he could have sworn he had heard something earlier but didn’t pay too much mind to it
  • when he heard something again, he took out one of his earbuds
  • turns out you were calling for him this entire time
  • didn’t even know you were here O_O
    • you were soaking wet from the rain and you wanted to be somewhere dry and warm
    • which is why you decided to stop by your boo’s place for some clothes
  • jumps out of bed and rushes to you in the bathroom to find your broken binder on the floor
  • oh shit
  • you weren’t looking too good either
  • pulls you out of the bathroom and to his room
  • gives you some of his clothes 
    • gumdrop gives you privacy as you’re changing
  • when you’re fully clothed, he has you lay down next to him while listening to some music
  • doesn’t really say anything but you felt a lot better having him there to get your mind off of it
  • it was okay since you were wearing mostly all day, it was nice to let your body breathe for a bit 
Pizza

okay, i’m too stressed looking at election results (fuck you florida, get your shit together) so have a stripper au i was too chickenshit to post (bc i don’t really like stripper aus, so this was a challenge). i don’t think i posted this already, but i did share it with a bunch of people privately so my brain is all confused. ~1700 words, adorable cat named pizza


“Come here often?”

“I…”

Eren looked around at the half naked bodies lining the stage and the horny middle-aged women screaming at them and Jean smirking as the stripper pulled him into the VIP room.

“Relax, it was a joke.”

The man pushed him into the dimly lit room.

“Sit, but try to only sit on one asscheek these cushions have so much shit and spit and cum on them it’ll make your head spin.”

Eren’s mouth hung open, still a little buzzed from the shots earlier until the words registered.

“You’re…not very good at sexytalk,” Eren said.

“Not paid to talk, I’m paid to dance,” the stripper said, teasing by dipping his fingers down beneath his thong.

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Clearing the Air//Hanbin Scenario

Originally posted by kimhanbun


Request: Sequel to Cigarette Smoke

words: 1435

A/N: Hi hi, I hope you enjoy. :3 (especially my favourite Hanbin stan @bi-ai)

-Kaz


The ring hadn’t left your finger in months. You treasured it like it was the only thing keeping you alive. Kim Hanbin was your boyfriend. Boyfriend. You loved the word as it fell out of your mouth when people asked.

“He’s different now…” your friend said softly as you ate lunch together. You were playing with your ring absently.

“Different how?”

“I think you changed him,”

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anonymous asked:

i'm very curious because i don't watch Skam but i always see Noora being hailed by the fandom as a social justice heroine and flawless angel -could you elaborate to which extent she's homophobic and a performative activist? I hardly ever see fans discuss this and it's a bit offputting

Hi anon!

To preface this answer, I want it to be clear that I love Noora. I love her as a character, I love her in ships (I ship her with… three different people? Like? If that’s not love idk what it is) and I relate to her a lot. Like when I was her age, I was a mix between Noora and Jonas, no joking. When I was her age, I was also A Shithead, and I think that a lot of her problems stem from her being 16.

That said. (Under a readmore because it’s image-heavy!)

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anonymous asked:

Wonho + Vampire + "I think I'm in love with you, and I'm terrified." Thank you 😘💕

______ flops down back on her bed throwing her arm over her face and groans. She had been staring at her phone for the past ten minutes wishing it would light up with a call from Wonho.

She hasn’t seen or heard from him in quite a while and she’s starting to worry.

It’s not unusual for Wonho to disappear days at a time, sometimes weeks. The problem with him being gone is that the last time she saw him, he wasn’t really in his right mind.

Turning over, a single tear escapes the corner of her eye and she sighs.

It was a mistake, she should have never asked Wonho to feed from her. But he’d looked so weak, having not fed in a while, she figured it would help him. And it did but it also seemed to have run him off.

With a heavy heart full of regret, she falls asleep waiting for a call she’s sure won’t come.


“My love” comes a soft whisper and ______ jolts awake.

“W-Wonho?”______ asks hesitantly. It’s not the first time she’s had a very vivid dream of Wonho.

“Hey” he whispers crouched by the edge of the bed. He caresses her face smiling, tucking behind her ear the lose strands of her hair falling over her face. She closes her eyes sighing contently.

“You’re here” she whispers sitting up and scooting over to where he can kneel between her legs.

“I-uh, yeah baby. I’m here, I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long” he tells her rubbing small circles with his thumbs on her jean clad thighs.

“Why did you–I mean, did you leave because…well because I asked you to feed off of me?” she asks her voice small.

Wonho hesitates before giving her an answer, but his hesitation is enough of an answer. She nods sadly and pushes herself away from him and sits against her pillows tucking her knees under her chin.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought–”

“Sweetheart, you didn’t upset me” Wonho sighs standing up before crawling up on her bed.

“Then why did you disappear?why didn’t you call, or text? Was it that bad? Was my blood that repulsive? Did you hate it so much you had to leave for so long?” she asks angrily. “Because if that’s the case, why the hell are you back? You should’ve just stayed away”

Wonho groans in frustration and settles himself behind her, his legs spread on either side of her. He hooks his chin on her shoulder and wraps his arms around her torso.

It’s a while before he says anything. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified” he says just above a whisper. ______’s breath hitches in her throat and Wonho’s hold on her tightens.

“Is that–that’s the reason you left?” she asks leaning her back into him and stretching her legs out in front of her. Wonho pulls her back as he lies down more comfortably against her pillows. She feels him nod and she rolls her eyes.

“Shin Hoseok, you are an idiot” she tells him turning in his arms, her front now flushed with his. Wonho makes a sound of indignation that quickly turns into a sound of surprise as ______ molds her lips over his. She nips playfully at his bottom lip until he opens his mouth and lets her massage his tongue with hers.

“I missed you” he sighs when she pulls away panting and presses her forehead against his.

“It’s all your fault for being an idiot. Who runs away because they’re falling in love” she whispers against his lips. She kisses him once again, this time kneeling up to straddle his lap as she buries her hands in his hair.

“Someone’s a bit eager” Wonho teases but the growing bulge in his pants gives him away.

“Shut up and kiss me” ______ pants and well Wonho doesn’t have to be told twice.

@emptyspaaace  replied to your post I found an old document filled with Tf2 Steven…

I know we’ve never spoken before but please tell me all about this

Buckle up because i’m gonna do it in this text post :>

Keep in mind I wrote this in season 1 of the show so like, the gemstones reflect personality and other stuff according to gemstone healing guides that I don’t think is canon (i haven’t watched in ages) 

Also I’ll do fusions in a Part 2 (because this is really long rip) 

So the story was the Admin is collecting gem warriors and Miss Pauling was sent to collect them and keep them together as a team: 

((if/when i draw these they will be on my artblog over @paintpawsdraws ))


Scout = Red Tiger Eye

Reason? It’s a stimulating stone that is said to increase motivation, self-worth and is believed to help you to discover and have confidence in your own abilities helping to enhance your personal power.

It’s on his leg and he summons a bat.

He was a gem stuck on a necklace that was passed down through a family. One day a mother (Scout’s ma) broke it and released him, but immediately took pity on him and adopted him into her family. 

Okay the rest are going under a cut lmao 

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anonymous asked:

Sorry to break some hearts but my brain put even more angst on the end of that fic. Just, if the threats started again and reader got in trouble and now I have the image of Greg crying while she's dying. Just, "I was supposed to protect you. I promised"... Ok.... I'll see myself out. -JM

A/N: You’ve inspired me to write an alternative ending darling! *hysterical evil laughing*

An alternative ending to this one shot- https://imaginedilestrade.tumblr.com/post/160490630033/im-going-to-take-advantage-that-your-requests-are


P.s I’m sorry 😭 not sorry

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Greg couldn’t help but smile watching you crack a joke with Donovan and Anderson. Your smile could brighten his day.

He grabbed a pile of important letters he had to read and reply to, he heard you laughing through the walls and let out a laugh himself as he slid his finger under the envelope seal and tore it open, paying more attention to you than the envelope itself. He took out the piece of paper and he felt his whole body go into shock. As if someone had dipped him in freezing water.

Only he would have rather had that than the letter he was holding in is hand. It was all too familiar.

It simply read, ‘You can’t protect Y/N forever’.

“Hey!” Greg didn’t even hear the door open and quickly crumpled the piece of paper up in his hand.

“H-hi!” He nervously stuttered out and you couldn’t help but furrow a suspicious brow.

“What’s that?” You slowly approached his desk.

“Oh nothing, just rubbish” he tried to calmly laugh it off and you nodded understandingly before quickly snatching it off his desk. You ran away from his grasp and opened it “No! Don’t!” Greg pleaded but it was too late, your eyes had already scanned over the words.

“How long?” You asked, trying not to let your nerves show.

Greg let out a defeated sigh “This has been the first”.

You tore it up with a small smile “We’ll get through this Greg,” you tossed the paper into the bin and walked over to a petrified looking Greg “Together this time”. You took his hands in yours and reassuringly squeezed them.

“I promise you,” Greg began looking deep into your eyes “I will protect you and I will always be there for you”. You nodded and wrapped your arms around Greg, he held you tightly as the both of you shared a hug “I love you” he spoke into your neck and it sounded slightly muffled.

“I love you too” you pulled away and gently kissed him, not removing your lips from Greg’s until Anderson disturbed the two of you by awkwardly clearing his throat.

You and Greg pulled away with bashful smiles “I should get back to Baker Street, John asked me to watch Rosie for a couple of hours”. You bid your goodbyes and made it to Baker Street, Sherlock and John left you with Rosie who was sound asleep so you grabbed one of Sherlock’s books that was lying about and made yourself a cup of tea.

Your phone buzzed and you smiled at the screen noticing it was a text from Greg ‘I’m just out of work, five more minutes until I see that beautiful face of yours (if traffic doesn’t hold me up!) x’.

You were about to text back when the front door shut and you stood up “You two are back ear-” your voice disappeared into thin air as you saw an unfamiliar figure standing in front of you with all black clothing and a shabby looking knitted balaclava on.

“He can’t protect you now” he man sneered and lunged forward, you could barley react as you felt a sharp pain spread outwards from your stomach. The man scampered out the flat and our hands shakily pressed against your wound.

You couldn’t move, you could barely register what was happening. You stood on the spot as a tear streamed down your cheek and then you tried to find your phone. You let out a groan that burned your throat as you walked into the kitchen table, your right hand pressing on it to support your body as your left fumbled with your phone and you pressed on John’s number, you considered phoning Greg but he would be driving and almost at Baker Street.

After two rings John picked up “Hello?”

“John get back here. Now” you breathed out and hung up before he could speak.

Just as you tossed your phone away Greg walked through the front door with a large smile spread over his face before it fell seeing the drops of bright red blood on the floor that lead to the kitchen.

“Y/N?” He called out in a shaky voice and turned around, seeing you hunched over the table. He ran to you and wrapped his arms around you just before you fell to the ground, the lack of blood going to your head was making you dizzy.

“It’s….it’s okay” you softly whispered out with a small smile.

“No! It’s not!” Greg cried out as tears streamed down his cheeks “I promised you! A few hours ago I promised to keep you safe! I was supposed to protect you!”

“I know but this isn’t your fault” your voice was barely audible, if you spoke any louder your voice would crack and you’d end up as a blubbering mess in your final moments.

Sherlock and John rushed up the stairs, already having a sense of dread from hearing your voice on the phone. John crouched down beside you as you lay on the flor with Greg still cradling you in his arms. You let out a small yelp as John forcefully pressed both hands on your stomach to compress the bleeding.

“We need to get her to the hospital,” John told Greg and Sherlock “Y/N probably has internal bleeding-”

You cut John off with a cocky smirk “That’s where the blood is supposed to be…”

John let out a broken laugh, wiping away a stray tear that left his eye. You swore you saw Sherlock tearing up too. “John, I’m no doctor but I know…” You weakly trailed off and John sent you a sympathetic smile.

“Know what?” Greg asked as if he was being conspired against. You let out a shaky breath and looked up to Greg as tears splashed on your face “No…” His throat completely closed “No!” He screamed out louder, sending a shockwave of guilt though the flat.

“Greg, please…this isn’t your fault” you tired to relieve some of the guilt he felt but he wouldn’t listen, he was frantically shaking his head as tears spilled from his eyes. You reached your hand up to cup his cheek and he stopped shaking his head.

He placed his hand over yours “This is not your fault,” you weakly spoke out in a stern voice “Okay?” Greg sent you a single nod and you smiled “I love you”.

“I love you too Y/N,” Greg breathed out “Y/N?” He noticed the sparkle in your eyes fade and he screamed out your name in an pained animalistic roar, he desperately tried to wake you by shaking your body but it went limp in his arms.

John asked Sherlock to pull Greg away as the doctor grabbed a blanket to place over you with a heavy heart. The ambulance arrived to take your body away and Greg got into the back of it.

“Why don’t you come with us?” John suggested, he wouldn’t know how Greg would cope being left in the back of the ambulance with your lifeless body.

“No,” Greg groggily replied and glanced over his shoulder to John “I promised I’d always be there”.

anonymous asked:

I feel bad that I can only afford knockoff fidget cubes-I'd love to support the actual, but I don't have that kind of money or time. Anyway I don't know which knockoff is reliable/which one to get because I don't want it to like wear down after just a couple of uses if that makes sense. Sorry for bothering I'm an idiot. /.\

Anon, you’re not bothering or an idiot. This is a really good, important question, and this is at the heart of why I say things like “it’s cool to support the creator if you can but I will never judge if you cannot”. Never. Nor will I judge if you buy Spinmaster’s Kinetic Sand or cheap, cool toys from Dollar General. Stim toys, for us, aren’t optional extras, but the thing about disability is that we’re often in situations of having less money and/or less access to the very tools that help us in a world not made for us. Sometimes we are in situations where we cannot live the philosophies we wish, and I am very much against the idea of going without something that helps us function better because we lack the access, money or both to get the better item.

(And, in all honesty, having to wait six months for an expensive toy to arrive - keeping in mind that for this community the fidget cube is not an optional extra but a disability aid - is somewhere past ridiculous and heading toward inexcusable. If it’s an item you only want, it’s not so terrible, but if it’s an item you need, like we need stim toys, it’s a problem. If I’m seriously recommending that folks who can should support the designer but buy a cheap cube for in the meantime, there is a problem!)

So, no judgement. We can talk about the ideals of supporting creators and the reality of the situation in which we live at the same time. And if this blog doesn’t discuss the knock-off options, this blog doesn’t fully support the community.

But, anon, I’m in the same boat. I’m planning to order a couple of different ebay knock-offs so that @ambiguouspieces and I can write a comparative review when hers arrives. But I don’t actually know how well made they are, and there’s so many different cheap options. But if we can’t afford to buy the real thing, we also can’t afford to spend $5 on a cube that only lasts one week. We need a middle ground. Something more affordable but reasonably well made.

(This post contains purchasing information for the Antsy Labs cube, for those who are more comfortable purchasing this one.)

If you’re Australian, Sensory Oasis for Kids sells a knock-off fidget cube for $12.95 AUD plus $9.95 AUD flat rate shipping. This is expensive, but it’s much cheaper than the $40-something AUD required to get an Antsy Labs cube here to Australia, and I can confirm both that it felt good in the hands (albeit just with many ways to click things, in my opinion), was nicely made and didn’t squeak. The sellers stock them because it’s a quality item (we discussed their spinners versus the many dollar shop spinners now available) and do take returns if needed. If you live in Melbourne and can travel there, it’s even cheaper.

I’ll also link to the recent Pat Catan’s post ($5 USD, no online listing, sadly).

Other than a few ebay links that we mods have pulled up from various places, I don’t have cubes from a specific seller or listing that have come with a recommendation of being reasonably functional. I can find very cheap listings - here’s one for $1 AUD with free shipping from China. (Note that the listing uses Antsy Labs’ stolen promotional graphics, too.)

So. I’m going to open this one up to the community. Have you bought a knock-off cube? Are you reasonably happy with the cube for the price you paid? If so, could you do us the incredible favour of commenting on this post with the link to the store or listing where you bought this cube?

Hopefully together we can help our anon out and build a resource of options that are affordable but are of reasonable quality, as buying these from ebay and other cheap sellers is a matter of pot luck!

Otherwise, anon, I’ll buy a couple of ebay cubes next week and give you updates on the user experience when they arrive. But I hope someone else can help you out long before that!

- Mod K.A.

@aestistic says,

I own a ebay knockoff cube, really love it. I don’t use it much atm since I sorta tend to cycle through stims? But it feels right, hasn’t broken either which is surprising - I bought it during year 12 last year and at one point it was coming to school with me /every day/ and getting fairly heavy use. Some of the parts are probably looser than the original would be, but personally I like that :P

Good to know that some of them are that kind of durable! (And I absolutely cycle through stims; I expect most of us do.) Thank you so much!

@syellowtails says,

I purchased mine off of Banggood.com. I have 3 (2 regular size, one mini with a wrist strap). I love, love, love them! I should have a full write up on my sideblog soon.

There’s several listings (including an imitation Prism for holding the cube) here for those who wish to check it out, with various prices and additional lanyard attachments. (They’re called “whiny cube” for some reason, which made me giggle.) We’ll look forward to your review, but thank you for the recommendation! I might get one of those and an ebay one for our review post…

I'm not another love affair.

You breathe a sigh as you make a quick inspection on the surrounding area of your apartment, attempting to locate the bottle opener that has apparently been misplaced since the last time you opened a bottle of wine. A knock at the door echoes and you hurry over to the door, opening it promptly. “You know, it’s one thing to avoid my calls, but to ignore me at a party, that’s just mean.” Harry enlightens as you roll your eyes and let him in, “too bad if I desperately needed you.” He continues to be dramatic as you close the heavy door behind you. “I like what you did with the apartment by the way, very contemporary.” He nods his head with approval, taking a look around the room. “Thanks.” You respond, “so, what are you hear for?” You ask as he picks up a pillow and throws it in the air for no reason what so ever,
“Hm, this looks familiar.” He frowns, placing the pillow back down on the couch. “Anyway, I’m here because you’ve been ignoring me for a reason I do not know.” He answers and you lean against the kitchen counter top, eyeing him as he touches everything in the living room like a child.
“You came here after that party just to tell me that?” You cross your arms. He gives you a shrug before turning to you. “Yes, it was a boring party. I brought wine.” He holds up the wine bottle he’s been holding that you are only now noticing. “I already have wine.” You point to the bottle of wine you had already gotten out of the fridge for the night. “Well, whatever. So why have you been ignoring me?” He calls into question, “is it because This is the first time I’ve managed to see your new apartment?” He asks, moving around the furniture and placing the bottle of wine on the table.
“No. Do you not have some girl to spend the night with?” You mutter as he looks briefly at you.
“Uhm, no?” He tilts his head, an unusual expression on his face. Just last week it was publicised that he was with some brunette that is a model, and tonight you catch him getting cosy with a friend you met in university a little while ago. “Whatever, I have things to do, so whatever it is you want or need just tell me.” You instruct, not in the mood to continue to gaze at the friend that doesn’t seem to realise what’s going on.
“What do you have to do? Order Chinese food and watch God knows what?” He probes, gesturing to the Chinese menu sitting on your coffee table. You huff loudly, infuriated with him already. “What do you want, Harry?” You mumble melancholically, watching as he leans against the couch, his eyes fixing on you. “I came here to talk to my friend who seems to be pissed with me. I thought we’d agree that we would tell each other when we are pissed?” He brings into question the rule you guys made years ago after you had a moronic disagreement and didn’t talk to each other for a few weeks. You run your fingers through your hair, releasing a sigh before looking back at him. You go to speak but you stop when his phone goes off and he speedily checks it, a smirk appearing on his face as he glances down. His fingers type promptly before he looks back up at you, “sorry, you were saying?” He enquires, only causing you to breathe a sigh yet again. His attention is taken again by his phone and you push off the counter and walk towards the couch, sitting down and allowing him to text his latest fling. “Are you going to talk to me or watch television?” He questions as he moves to sit on the arm rest of the couch, his eyes getting a hinge at you.
“I don’t know, are you done texting the latest fling of yours or are you arranging to meet her in an hour to get your nightly entertainment?” You sardonically smile, observing as he looks with a fixed stare at you with a blank expression. “Are you serious?” He gapes, “are you fucking serious?” He scoffs, unable to find any other words to say. You look over at him and shrug,
“Hey, you’re the one banging girls and having flings.” You respond. He chuckles and you stare at him, completely confused to what it is he finds facetious.
“That was my sister telling me she locked herself from her apartment and had to get the spare key from my house. So no, I’m not planning to bang anyone in an hour.” He comments, “but if I was, why would it matter to you?” He questions, instantly causing your heart to skip a beat and your mind muster up one-hundred different excuses. “It doesn’t.” You state, hoping you sound convincing enough for him to drop the subject.
“That’s a lie, you’re not a good liar. Why would it matter if I shagged a girl tonight or any other night?” He again asks, continuing to burn his eyes into you as you refuse to make eye contact with him. “Oh my, you’re jealous.” He gapes and you let out a nervous and somewhat sarcastic laugh,
“You’re fucking delusional.” You throw at him, standing to your feet and walking to the kitchen, needing a quick moment to compose yourself. “Oh no I’m not, you’re jealous.” He states, walking after you, “so that’s why you left the party early and got the wine.” He utters abruptly as you grab a bottle of water from the fridge, instantly pressing the bottle to your lips so you can buy yourself some extra time to muster up a response. “Now it makes sense.” He publicises, seeming delighted by things,
“No, it doesn’t make sense. I am not jealous. I don’t care if you go shag every girl in this building.” You shrug, mentally wishing you would just come clean and tell him.
“Uh-huh, including you- right?” He chuckles and you gently hit his chest,
“No, that’s disgusting.” You shake your head, “you’re my friend, get over yourself.” You mutter, taking a step back.
“Then why did you comment about me and my so called flings?” He interrogates, not ready to give the conversation a rest.
“Well, you’re acting like a damn hoe right now, that’s why.” You respond,
“That’s only because I’m not dating you. You’re being completely bias. You’re jealous.” He cheerfully announces, a crooked smile appearing on his face.
“I am not jealous.” You defend, refusing to admit the fact that you’re very much indeed jealous. Of course you’re jealous, he doesn’t see the way you look at him because he’s too busy looking at his periods of pleasure and indulgence.
“Admit that you’re jealous.” He chuckles, irritating you as he continue to find this entertaining.
“Go away, you’re annoying.” You grumble, trying to step around him but struggling as he continues to step in your way, you huff as you try walk around the counter but he stops you from the other end. It’s like the two of you are playing cat and mouse around your kitchen. “You’re jealous.” He states,
“And you’re being a nuisance.” You respond with a smile, “now please stop being a pain in the ass.” You express dissatisfaction, gently pushing him, unsuccessfully getting past him. He gently grabs you and pulls you closer to him, making your heart sink and your stomach flip.
“I’ll stop when you admit that you’re jealous.” He softens his voice as he lowers his eyes into yours, literally taking your breath away as your nerves begin to pulsate through your body. Damnit. “I’m not jealous.” You shake your head, being reluctant to admit that you’re jealous and wish he’d date you.
“Yeah, whatever.” He rolls his eyes, “seriously though, be honest.” He daintily instructs, still taking your breath away as he focuses on you in a different way. You let down your guard and relax your shoulders as you look submissively down. He places his finger under your chin, exerting force against you to gaze up at him. “It’s okay.” He whispers and you shrug, “I haven’t really been having flings lately.” He comments, making you sigh,
“Can we just drop the conversation?” You delicately ask, not wanting to continue to expose your secret of possibly having a thing for him. He has better things to do than to give you attention and date you.
“No, we can’t.” He shakes his head,
“Look, I don’t care who you date and shit.” You sigh, trying to find a way out of the conversation.
“You do care. You don’t have to hide it.” He enlightens you, making you scathingly laugh,
“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say Harry.” You roll your eyes, “I have work in the morning, I need to get going to bed.” You clear your throat using the only excuse you have left to get out of this conversation.
“You don’t work until four in the afternoon, nice try.” He smiles, “look, stop lying to yourself, you have a thing for me.” He adds, seeming pretty determined that you do indeed have a thing for him. “You’re so cocky.” You mutter, “and no, I don’t.” You shake your head, still refusing to admit anything to him, after all he does have countless women lined up for him. He rolls his eyes before he pulls you closer and kisses you without warning, for a moment you kiss back before pulling away and pushing away from him. “No, you have a bloody girlfriend or whatever the hell you have.” You shake your head,
“I don’t have a girlfriend.” He says with a sigh, “I’m completely single.” He adds,
“Well, I’m not going to be one of your one night flings.” You mutter, desperately wanting to kiss his lips again.
“You don’t have to be.” He clears his throat as you back away from him. “Admit you’re jealous and you won’t be a fling.” He instructs, not making much sense,
“Fine, I’m jealous. I hate the fact you have girlfriends and whatever, I stood in front of you for so long waiting for you to make a damn move and you go and date everyone other damn girl instead. There, I said it.” You explain rather uproariously, straightway covering your mouth as you realise you let everything escape. He smiles widely as you grow wide eyed. “There, doesn’t that feel better?” He asks and you grab the nearest pillow and throw it at him. “Oh, darling. I’m glad you still have shitty aim.” He chuckles, throwing it back towards you. “Now come back here.” He instructs luring you back to him. “What do you want now?” You ask, taking your chances as you step closed to him. He places his hands on your waste and you roll your eyes, “no, we are not doing this.” You shake your head, unable to pry yourself away from him and his beckoning eyes, those damn eyes. “Doing what?” He questions with softness, calmly but surely crushing your heart. “Last time I checked we weren’t doing anything.” He whispers, leaning down and kissing you profoundly and gradually. You pull away and glance at him. “We can’t.” You say in a low voice, struggling to stop yourself from attacking him with kisses.
“There’s no such thing as can’t,” he responds, kissing you again, your arms wrapping around his neck.
“No, this isn’t okay.” You mumble against his lips, struggling to keep your emotions to yourself.
“It’s fine.” He murmurs, “I want to be with you.” He goes on saying, pulling you closer to him.
“You’re just wanting a love affair.” You sigh, wishing you didn’t have to pull away from the previous kiss.
“No, I don’t. I promise.” He continues, leaning back in for a kiss.
“Oh screw it.” You murmur, kissing him back, deepening the moment as your bodies touch and you emotionally admit that you really were tremendously envious. He pulls away slowly and you try to start the kiss again but he stops you. “Mmm, no.” He mumbles, instantaneously destroying your heart. “We are not banging.” He comments, making you laugh.
“Kiss me and shut up.” You give precise instructions, leaning up and kissing him further.
“Mmm, she’s demanding.” He whispers against your lips,
“Do you know how long I’ve bloody waited for this?” You sweetly ask,
“Just as long as I have,” he responds, hushing you with another deep kiss.

FIC: “The Utterances of Storms” OMGCP, pre-graduation

Bittle, after laughing into his cup of tub juice for a good forty seconds, explains with only a little bit of a slur to his words that he’d need time—his mother would have to ship things and he’d need to bother someone named Katya for music.

Jack can’t hear what Ransom says in reply over the din of the party, but Bittle nods a couple of times and grins, cheeks flushed with alcohol.

It’s probably nothing.

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Shitty texts him in the middle of World War II in Europe.

dude get to faber asap

It’s not just the lack of exclamation points that makes him leave class early—something he’s never done before, and the betrayed look that Professor Shahabuddin gives him as he’s sorry-ing his way past everyone else in his row tattoos itself on the part of the brain where the ocean of his guilt lives. It’s not just the knowledge that Shitty has his schedule memorized and would never dare interrupt if it weren’t important enough to rattle the cage of what he calls “The Zimmerbeast” that spurs Jack into running across campus.

It’s the “dude.”

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yourozness  asked:

I'm always a slut for Marauders fics, especially something about accidental sexts

Alright, consider this dedicated to you, @punkkore, @thegreenravenclaw, @vanimaspot, @itcomesbetweenus, @booksdestroyedmyentirelife, @hp-heart
In which my boys are trashy af, and past me forgot all about Peter. Sorry Pete. I’ll make it up to you in a later fic.

Accidental Sexts & How To Know Your Friends Are Keepers (2015)

It took him exactly two seconds after hitting the send button to realise he made a terrible mistake.“Fuck!” He hissed, staring at the screen which happily informed him his message had been delivered. “Fuck fuck shit fuck triple fuck on a rock.”

Regulus chose that moment to pipe up in the doorway. “If I tell mum you’re swearing she’ll take away your laptop again.” Sirius growled, and grabbed the nearest object - an introduction to university science - and hurled it at Regulus’ head. His brother ducked away just in time, the heavy volume smacking into the wall instead. “Hey! Now I’m definitely telling!” “If I strangle you before you’re out of this room she’ll never know.” Sirius pointedly looked at Regulus’ loose hanging tie. Regulus’ eyes widened, and he all but ran down the stairs, probably to go complain to the house keeper. Sirius rolled his eyes, and flopped back on the bed, lifting his phone and giving the screen a morose look. “Of all people, I sent it to James. Of fucking course.”

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  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: Why was Klavier Gavin's backstory and character never explored in-game? He had so much room to be developed as a character. His relationship with Kristoph was only touched upon for a few moments, through actions and not words. If Klavier had spoken about Kristoph and his home life with him at least ONCE; the ending would have been much more powerful. Although it is not likely that Klavier would come right out and say this, seeing as his emotional walls are built up higher than Mount Everest and he uses humor and dazzling smiles to brush away serious topics (not as though capcom made that 100% clear through actual development, it was left up to fans to analyze his character as I am doing right now); they could have easily have Apollo become concerned for him and percieve the truth. Seriously, they had a lawyer who's whole schtick was being a human lie detector and a rival prosecutor who is constantly fake to hide his emotions, and they didn't go that route even once? It would have done wonders for their relationship and later interactions. Like, idk, one theory why they didn't do this is because they realized how fucking gay they made miles and phoenix in the trilogy and they didn't want to do the same thing with klavier and apollo but that clearly isn't the case seeing as they introduced him with klavier saying that he's "never felt this way with a man" + his constant not-subtle flirting throughout the game afterwards. Back to the point, literally every other prosecutor and their relationship with the main defense attorney (for the sake of not spoiling some of the lesser-played games, I will only cover the trilogy) was by far superiorly developed. Miles and phoenix do not need an explanation, Franziska (although, she is a character who I personally believe needs more attention and development unrelated to her father. I recognize the impact manfred had on her is incredibly large, im just pissed b/c wow shocking a female character who's development is largely revolving around a man what a surprise. However, that is a topic for another day) had a clear desire to take revenge on phoenix for her father (though later we would find out that that wasn't completely the case) and the events of jfa were the start of her realization that perfection is not everything (though she has still not gotten there yet). In addition, she was further developed in both of the investigations games. Godot (ugh) was given a very personal backstory, and despite the fact that he was a sexist character (Klavier falls in this category too, due to his 'fraulein' comments but honestly??? this germanyaboo probably doesn't even know what he's actually saying) who LITERALLY murdered someone, we are constantly thrown lines such as "a lawyer doesn't cry until it's all over" because capcom wants us to feel sorry for him. However, the tear-fuel for klavier we get is one short conversation between him and kristoph (which, I will admit, made me cry... but that's probably due to my immense love for this character). Which is okay in itself I suppose, however, it is a relationship we know??? barely anything about??????? Yes, we know it was clearly not a good one, thanks capcom for the immense detail. When I first played apollo justice i thought "Okay, I guess this is fine, I mean they surely develop him more in the sequel, right?"; but I was sadly disappointed because 1. apollo justice never got a sequel (what the FUCK) and 2. klavier's appearence in dual destinies CLEARLY was simply to get us to "shut up" about him not ever getting any attention, and he didnt really do anything of strong importance. Klavier gavin had so much potential as a character and capcom fucking blew it. Now, though I love these jokes as much as the next person, I get to see klavier being summed up as "the gay fake german piano guy lol"; occasionally finding one or two fanfictions of him being an actual person. There are so many things capcom could have done with him and i am thoroughly disappointed. And another thing, what the FUCK is up with his dd voice acto