i've been wanting to for like ever but i was too lazy

The types and what I think of them based on what I've seen from my friends

(Not very original I know but I need to do something during this boring af evening)

- cute
- childish
- full of ideas
- optimistic
- RaNdOm
- kinda geeky
-have a lot of feelings
- secretly evil

- ‘I wanna be the very best like no one ever waaaaas’
-natural leader
- easy going

- can actually be very talkative if they like the subject
- PrOcRaStInAtIoN
- very funny in their own way
-trapped in their own world

-have been told at least once in their life ‘you remind me of Barney Stinson’
-have 2000000+ projects at the same time
-actually finish like two of them
-never shut up
-can be good at everything
-but can only be excellent at bullshiting their way through life
-zero empathy
-dad jokes
-socially akward but still manage to look cool

-take grammar way too seriously
-frank and direct
-look intimidating
-can actually be very affectionate if they feel like it
-strong mentally and physically
-know martial arts

-warm and nice
-so calm, it’s relaxing to be around them
-excellent listenners
-shaped like a friend
-have louder reactions than everyone else during movies or roller coaster rides
-don’t dislike a lot of things
-litteraly everyone like them
-easy to live with

-don’t like to be challenged
-have strong valors
-don’t understand if you don’t share said valors
-don’t overcome difficulties easily
-hate criticism, even constructive ones
-too easily offended
-trustworthy (when they like you)

-seem cold and calculating
-make the best of friends if you take the time to know them
-if they don’t like you you’re dead
-have low patience
-don’t handle feelings at all

-they know everything about you
-but you know nothing about them
-take time to feel confortable around new people (like 2 years or so)
-long period of awkward silence
-(the silence is awkward for you, not them)
- people tend to like them but still think they’re 'weird’
-secretly a nerd

-stereotype of the popular jock
-athletic af
-class clown
-everyone love them
-always quoting lines from their favorite movies
-want to experience everything
-often come to class with a broken leg or something
-have the kind of humor that everyone like except NTs

-'girl’ ESTP
-love to party
-will do stupid stuff just cause they felt like it
-will cry about said stupid things
-very loving persons
-their spiritual goddess might be Aphrodite

-overprotecting grandma
-will bake you cookies but will be highly offended if you’re not hungry for now
-generous, but will expect you to return the favor
-don’t like when people don’t agree with them
-don’t like to be out of their comfort zone
-can be bossy

-full of crazy, great ideas
-bad at maths
-love to read
-extremely moody
-open minded
-like to learn new stuff
-good at acting without even trying

-Like to follow the rules
-but is not afraid to bend them if they logically think they’re stupid
-good student
-will glady help their classmates if they haven’t understood the lesson
-have difficulties to think out of the box
-book smart

And I don’t know any ENFJ or ESTJ. (I mostly have NTs and INFPs friends.)

Also sorry if the ISFP is a bit harsh but the ones I know drive me nuts.

This is of course not representative of all the types at all.

dad and i watch captain america: the winter soldier
  • dad: oh god it's starting shut up i've been waiting for this for months
  • (movie starts)
  • dad: i don't know what's happening but the french guy fighting cap looks like french macklemore
  • me: how do you even know who macklemore is?
  • dad: i'm hip. i'm cool
  • me: don't you do it
  • dad: i'm gonna pop some tags, only got 20 baguettes in my pocket
  • (five minutes later)
  • dad: is that the Falcon? that's totally the Falcon
  • me: how do you know?
  • dad: i used to read the comic books trust me on this i'm an expert. his superpower was that he could talk to birds
  • me: birds?
  • dad: i mean in hindsight it probably wasn't the most useful thing ever
  • dad: if this winter soldier is supposedly a ghost in the machine that nobody's ever seen, and nobody will ever catch, you would think showing up in broad daylight and blowing up cars would not be his modus operandi
  • dad: how the heck did he laser through concrete??
  • me: idk dad it's nick fury he can probably do whatever he wants
  • dad: i'm sorry attractive nurse who just so happens to live next door, my heart belongs to a seventy year russian dude with a bionic arm
  • me: what
  • dad:
  • dad: nick fury isn't dead. justice never dies. he probably has a billion clones in some top secret storage facility, just waiting for their organ harvest.
  • me: ew dad gross no
  • dad: i really relate to that apple store employee
  • me: we all do dad
  • dad: oh that's that guy from the first movie! i remember him! he was my favorite, his eyes were so blue, and he loved steve so much. i wanted them to get together
  • me: dad good god
  • dad: he was a little less marilyn manson at that point though
  • dad: not that guyliner isn't a good look for this guy
  • dad: when a deadly russian assassin wears eyeliner, it's 'he's so dreamy' and 'wow what a badass'
  • dad: but when i do it it's 'you're too old' and 'bald guys can't pull off make-up'
  • me: dad it was halloween and it was one time you need to let this go
  • dad: so bucky barnes, aka cute cocky guy who died in the first movie, aka steve roger's best friend/boyfriend, is a top secret super scary brainwashed hydra agent?
  • me: mmm-hm
  • dad: called it
  • dad: do you think single handedly destroying jets is just a common, everyday thing for cap? punch a few tanks, feed a few pigeons, take out a plane, help old ladies cross the street...
  • dad: captain america is like your grandad minus the booze and the cussing
  • dad: in all honesty that was a little anti-climactic
  • dad: i was 100% sure nick fury was gonna descend majestically from the heavens, 'All I do is Win' blaring in the background, and single-handedly save everyone's ass
  • dad: scarjo and chris evans are two of the most beautiful people in the world and they are both in this movie and i don't know how to feel about it i have butterflies in my stomach i'm a schoolboy again
  • me: you know on second thought we should have brought mom
  • dad: where's hawkeye? where's bruce? where's tony? where's thor? WHERE ARE ALL THE OTHER AVENGERS AS THE ENTIRETY OF SHIELD IS COMPROMISED AND NICK FURY DIES
  • me: maybe they figured steve could handle it
  • dad: maybe they're all lazy assholes
2016 memes

2016 memes

•bad new year jokes
•if a dog wore pants would he wear them like this or this
•all these suggestion blogs
•orange soda please
i’ll have the strawberry soda
me too, the strawberry soda
•You fucked up a perfectly good x is what you did. Look at them. They got anxiety.
•kylo ren is shredded
•Jared Leto: *does something*
Director: oh my God…it’s like…is he Jared…or Joker right now?????
•tag yourself
•super mario 64 half a press
•this is x. be like x

•the finebros suing something
•secret government agent: *punches me in the face* SAY IT
me: never
secret government agent: x
me: *spits blood in their face* fUCK YOU
•bernie or hillary things that have a ridicilous issue and even funnier answers
•jean something, jomething
•damn daniel
•ted cruz is the zodiac killer

•the dad from kuzco being like 👌
•kazoo kid
•everyone who watched zootopia is a furry
•history of japan
•x or y? *insert similiar pictures here, like donald trump and raw chicken*
•get you a man that can do both
•going to papaw’s house for burgers
•no oscar meme is dead meme
•we dem boyz
•i’m you but stronger

•marge simpson
•different variations of the hs panel where jade picks up the note
•tumblr’s lizard voting
•everyone’s a dirty homestuck
•lot of those powerpuff selves
•baby stevens
•ruining someone’s dream journal
•there’s no way out of it you’ll just have to decapitate me
•autocorrect in verbal conversation
person1: i love you
person1: *hate
person2: this is a verbal conversation
•don’t talk to me or my son ever again
•dark x show me y

•dan backslide (and dover boys)
•dat boi
•stone age spongebob

•are you x or y person? (tag yourself meme in text format)
•get a man who can do both is getting more popular again
•it’s june where the fuck are halloween memes???

•america memes
•the vacuum cleaner playing a harmonica
•associating characters/songs/etc. with spongebob screenshots
•(any videogame) go, go outside and x
•a picture of something with text, and more pictures after that, in every one of the pictures the picture starts getting waaay worse, but the text gets really detailed
•judge: how do you plead?
x: *looks at y*
y: *mouths ‘not guilty’*
x: hot milky
y: jc just lock them up
•hitting the blue button

•arthur screenshot where his hand is a fist
•9-1-1 for kids
•sausage party
•how (character) are you feeling today? *numbers from 1 to ten with silly pictures of the character*
•alola form

•the thing with voltron fandom where there’s train tracks and “death in season 2” and two characters and u have to choose which one to kill
•someone: a basic word
me, an intellectual: that word said with synonyms to make it sound weird
•gonna prank dad when he gets home ((he never gets home))
•[song] but it keeps getting faster

•the presidental debate, i can’t believe that there still are people who want to vote trump after that, yikes
•you vs the guy she told you not to worry about
•photofunia retrowave
•picture of someone with those math things
•my longest yeah boy ever
•taking a picture of something that requiers two hands in a bathroom
•posting ur favourite vines

•christmas stuff
•dick: out
•sir, you’ve been in coma
•kermit with a hood on his head
•blurred image that says perfection, after that an image where glasses are being cleaned, and then something u like

• *picture of really basic or bad food with text that’s spelled wrong and the phrase “bon appetit” is spelled even more wrong"
•*dropping something, and it spells send nudes*
•x but every time y happens it gets faster
*bee movie but every time they say bee it gets faster
•several spongebob memes
•i described the meme about bad pictures with detailed text in july, it’s wildly popular now
•dramatic youtubers

apparently i missed a few things so, additions:
•steven’s knife
•joe biden
•aux chord
•a lot of spongebob memes, like the blurry mister crabs
•nebby get in the bag
•harambe happened earlier than it says on the list
•several stranger things memes
•we die like men

queen-padme  asked:

Hi! I'm sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you've ever done an icon tutorial? Your icons are really the most beautiful I've seen, and I'd love to know your secrets 😊. But if you aren't interested in posting them I totally understand. I hope you're having a great day!!


Hey sorry this took so long to get around to but I finally felt inspired to make this. A couple things first. I want to give a special shout out to argetnallison cuz I learned how to make icons from her tutorials here. I picked up a few tips and tricks that aren’t included in other tutorials so we’re gonna call this an extended icon tutorial. I’ve also been told I explain things well but if there’s anything from this that needs clearing up later just send me a message and i will be happy to help guide you through it. This Is my first time making a tutorial so bare with me if I ramble. 

we will be going from this:

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its-the-tenerife-sea  asked:

Hello! I have an idea for the ficlet (feel better btw!). Okay: HS AU with popular!Dean and popular!Cas, they're those two annoying guys who make funny (but also obnoxious) comments in every single class, and make stupid, flirtatious remarks to each other like "Cas looks pretty hot today guys" or "I'm totally dating Dean, everyone" etc. Only thing is, they're secretly in love, but neither will admit it. I've had this idea for a while and I'd LOVE for a talented author to execute it.

Aaaahhh it’s been too long since I’ve done a High School AU and I’ve missed it. Thanks for this one and thanks so much for asking me to fufill the prompt! I hope I do it justice :)


“Please take your seats quickly. I want to discuss your quiz scores so we can go over any questions you may have before the final test.” Ms. Mills said with a stack of papers clutched against her chest.

Dean stretched his arms above his head as he flopped into his usual seat on the third row, next to the wall so he could lean up against it in times of extreme laziness. He sprawled out accordingly, dropping his backpack to the floor and draping his letterman jacket over his seat until the air conditioning kicked in during the middle of class like it usually did.

“Hey, hot stuff.” Dean said with a nod as Castiel sat down in the seat next to him.

“Good morning, Dean.” Castiel said, barely looking up as he aligned his binder and world history book neatly on the small desk in front of him.

“How was that student council thingy yesterday?” Dean asked, popping a piece of gum into his mouth.

“Absolutely dreary without your shining personality to brighten all of our days,” Castiel murmured, completely straight-faced.

Dean winked as Ms. Mills began talking again.

“Some of you need to look at your notes from the beginning of the year again,” she said as she began passing back the quizzes. “And some of you need to remember that - if you want full credit on the final test - the answer to ‘What are the seven wonders of the ancient world’ is not ‘Castiel Novak’s Ass’ written seven times.”

She frowned when she got to Dean’s desk, dropping the paper on his desk as the rest of the class laughed.

Dean clicked his tongue and made a finger gun at Castiel with another wink.

“Really, Dean? Don’t be childish.” Castiel said, just loud enough for everyone to hear. “We all know that’s not true. I haven’t done any squats in at least a month.”

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i get lots of questions about what kinds of pens i use, so i thought i’d make a post for convenience :’’) the x’s are links to posts where i’ve used the pen.

  • sakura pigma micron 01 (0.25mm) - i usually don’t like using pens with tips smaller than 0.5mm since i feel like i’m scratching the paper with them, but microns are felt tip so i can deal with it (heh). i like using this pen for when i have to cramp a lot of information in a small space. (x)
  • pilot precise v5 (0.5mm) - I LOVE THESE PENS!! A+ ink flow, crisp lines, and a v smooth writing experience. it takes a while for the ink to dry sometimes, so i use these mostly for when i’m rewriting notes instead of in-class notes. (x, x, x, x, x)
  • muji gel ink ballpoint (0.5mm) - i’m gonna be honest, i bought my first pack of muji pens about a month after i started my studyblr because everyone had them. but!! for all the hype they get, they are nice pens. v smooth & lots of color options!! my only qualms are that they run out of ink pretty fast and the ink tends to smear if you highlight over it. (x, x, x)
  • pentel rsvp fine (0.7mm) - my go-to pen for in-class notes! the ink doesn’t smear very much, which is excellent because i’m one of those people that writes everything down (oops). definitely not the best pen ever, but it does its job well. ALSO it has a grip which makes it v comfortable to write with!! (i started using it when i was making this review sheet, except it ran out of ink halfway through and i switched to using a bic cristal pen)
  • paper mate inkjoy 100 (1.0mm) - my other in-class notes pen! i use it less than the rsvp because it likes to transfer onto my hand more, but the ink is darker and it’s a wider pen. i’ll usually use it when i have to fill up more space and don’t want to write as much heh :^) (x, x)
  • uniball signo um-153 (1.0mm) - v nice if you’re looking for a pen that writes boldly and thickly!! i bought this pen not too long ago, so i haven’t written with it that much yet, but i’ll probably use it for headings or something like that (x)

FUN FACT these are all capped pens… i stay away from retractable pens because i’m one of those people that clicks them constantly if i have one in my hands (ㅠᴗㅠ)

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“don’t act like you don’t want me, sweetheart. this game is getting boring.” 

fuckboy!isaac ft. stiles, college au 

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Sometimes i forget Camp Camp is technically an adult cartoon

And honestly? That’s, oddly enough, one of the main reasons i love this show so much. This is gonna be kind of a long one, so buckle up.

Let’s be real: We’re living in the golden age of animation. When you compare the amount of hard work, love and passion that’s put into modern day cartoons, to how it was just about 20 years ago, you can clearly see a big difference in quality.

Some of the best and most popular tv shows of this era have been cartoons aimed at kids. That’s pretty amazing, and i feel like we take it for granted because we’re so used to it by now. At this point, “kids’ shows” barely have a target audience anymore. A few examples would be gigantic worldwide hits like Gravity Falls, Adventure Time, and so many more. Both of these shows are well-known among kids AND adults for their incredible writing and animation (i’m personally a big fan of both, but trust me, i’m trying to be as unbiased as possible lmao).

Adult entertainment is…different. You have a lot more options when it comes to a show aimed at an older audience, which means it’s also a lot easier to screw up completely.

For a long time, kids’ shows were quick and easy to produce, because of the idea that kids are so easily entertained that you didn’t have to put any effort into making a high-quality product. Breaking this ideology was the main goal that big animation companies like Disney strived for, which is why most of their movies are of such high quality, while still appealing to people of all ages.

But when it comes to a show that’s strictly meant to appeal to a mature audience, ESPECIALLY animated ones, a similar ideology has been tossed around for AGES. I think a lot of you know what i’m talking about: Lazy, crude humor. Writing without substance. As many adult topics as possible, to make sure it’s nothing like a kids’ show.

The idea that “mature” ONLY means “haha sex and profanity”, is really just as bad as what i talked about earlier. Sure, there are quite a few really good adult cartoons out there (Bojack Horseman, Rick & Morty, The Simpsons) who have a clear understanding of how to handle mature topics in, well, a mature way. But i think Camp Camp really stands out, and here’s why.

Please look at this official artwork of the show:

If you were like me and you didn’t know any better, you’d definitely assume this was a show for kids. Then you’d watch it, and almost flinch the first time you hear Max say the word “fuck”. But you know what’s funny?

Even WHEN you’re watching this show, it’s not just the cutesy art style that messes with you. Because Camp Camp plays out and feels like a show for kids.

If you were to take out all the sex jokes and swearing, this would be your average kids’ cartoon. Like…..literally. I’m not even sure if it’s intentional or not, but i refuse to believe that this is just me. The way the characters interact, the way the jokes are build up, the way the stories are told. Even when one of the characters are on fire and the kids outside are screaming and throwing bombs around, it somehow manages to give off those cozy and goofy vibes of a typical Cartoon Network show.

Camp Camp is chaotic, bloody and filled with jokes that would never get past CN censors. But at the same time, it just feels…genuinely “fun”. Not even in a jokingly funny way, but it just has this very pure and innocent sense of childish fun. Like, come on. If it wasn’t for the furry orgy at the end, “Journey to Spooky Island” was pretty much just a casual Scooby Doo adventure.

I would go further in-depth about how good the writing of this show is, but that’s not really the point of this post. The main thing i’m trying to say, is that Camp Camp is one of the only adult oriented cartoons i have ever watched in my entire life, that actually feels like a modern cartoon for kids. And hey, maybe that’s why it actually has a fair amount of young fans!

i was asked to do a tutorial on how i make my icons by anonymous, so here’s my super easy way of doing it. there’s no major editing or backgrounds simply because i’m super lazy and i prefer the look of clean, bright icons. i’ve only ever used this method on cartoons (voltron. i’ve only ever made voltron icons lol), so i can’t say for sure whether this method would work well with real people. just keep that in mind!

for some examples of what you can make, here’s my icons page.

please like/reblog if you try it out, and feel free to ask me any questions.

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anonymous asked:

Ok so I've been wondering about this for awhile but what would the bros do when they accidentally see their 4'11 smol s/o wearing their clothes, high and mighty, while impersonating them, but really flustered when they got caught, ex. Iggy heard his s/o say something like "I am the coolheaded Ignis, and all of you are grounded for, uhh, something" or Noct's s/o "bow down before your prince, ohh, and as the future king, I hereby declare that carrots are banned" thank you :3


  • Gladdy had come home early from a job and wanted to surprise you
    • it was late, probs a little past midnight
  • he did his best to unlock the door to the apartment as quietly as he could so as to not alert you and ruin the surprise
  • as he came further into the house, making his way to your shared bedroom, however, he heard you talking
    • it didn’t sound like there was anyone else in there with you and there was no weird pauses that indicated a phone call
  • so our dear gladio gently pushes the ajar door open some more so he can see wtf is goin on
  • there you are standing on the bed in nothing but an oversized shirt doin your best impersonation of gladio
    • you did your best to lower your voice to match gladio’s which damn was that a feat in and of itself
    • “I am the manliest man to ever man”
    • “I eat nails for breakfast”
    • “do you even lift bro?”
    • “I can bench press a behemoth”
  • there’s this stupid smile on gladio’s face as he watches you and finally he gives himself away when he begins to laugh
    • you nearly fall of the bed

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anonymous asked:

Hello 😊 sooooo I've JUST recently gotten into SHINee ( honestly I've been wanting to get into SHINee for a while but I've just been lazy until now) so I'm new to the fandom--whooop! - So I was wondering, is there anything I should know about SHINee? Also could you recommend me anything SHINee related?

welcome to the fandom, sweetpea!

there’s a lot of history to tell from these past ten years, so I’ll give you a condensed version of things (there was this huge masterpost/introduction on shinee I was going to link but I can’t seem to find anywhere otl; I’ll keep searching for it, though); even more so because… I believe it’s easier, in fact, to learn about them slowly and steadily as you become more and more involved with them.

so, take all the time you need! it’s really more exciting to fall in love with the boys little by little tbh.

forget about the typical roles found in kpop groups: all five are vocals (and visuals). shinee as a whole is very different from currently active/3rd generation groups - even though they’ve been on the run for longer, they are still young, they always bring in new, exciting concepts and flawless performances and tend to be compared to rookies in what concerns their energy on stage; meaning, they work as hard and with as much enthusiasm as a group that just debuted. 

taemin is very clumsy and has a habit of losing/breaking things by accident. (important: he hates bugs and I don’t say this lightly.) he’s very reserved and an introvert, but he loves his close friends and family dearly. usually more comfortable somewhere with food available. the personification of persistence and passion for what he does. also, he’s a soloist with three (Korean: Ace and Press It / Japanese: Sayonara Hitori) successful albums released. (you can find my - heavily biased - picks of favorite taem videos here.)

oh and still related to taemin - we have this thing where chanting his name brings in luck, apparently

minho is everyone’s dream boy: acts, raps, sings, writes his own lyrics, is gorgeous and charming and athletic, always working hard to become a better version of himself and the sweetest being you’ll ever hear about. he’s tall and big and all, yes, but don’t fool yourself: he’s soft, affectionate, touchy and a Real sap 24/7. his dad pretty much adopted the other four. he starred on a movie titled ‘Derailed’ recently; on KBS’s Hwarang: The Beginning and a bunch of dramas you can find on a masterlist at the end of this post.

key is a hardworking, inspirational and real example of someone who’s been through a lot and has a lot to useful advice to share based on previous experiences (also, he’s the king of aesthetics). he knows where he stands and doesn’t take bullshit from anyone - that’s why he’s the one to quickly shut down any member who’s being Too Much during an interview/show/etc; which is funny, because key himself is full of energy and will like, do the most for as long as he can get away with it. he’s been featured in a bunch of musicals and took part in a duo, Toheart, back in 2014. solo projects include a collab song with Axodus and an ost with NCT’S Doyoung.

a guide on how much of a sweetheart is kim jonghyun - he’s a complex being with a heart much too big and we’re always learning something new about him. I think the best way to get to know him is through the blue night radio; as its dj, he often shares bits of himself you’ll learn to put together little by little and love as a whole. he’s a soloist, too, with two officially promoted albums (Base and She Is) and a self-composed compilation (Story Op.1) released.

onew is their strength, their main pillar; someone who doesn’t impose his views on the boys and who, in exchange, is extremely respected and loved by each of them (despite his dad jokes and bad puns - they adore him, I’m not even joking). no wonder he won leader of the year back in 2015. ah, yes - he’s a prime example of sunshine incarnate. (he acts, too! he was a rockstar on the musical Rock of Ages and a doctor on Descendants of the Sun.)

the boys are so genuine in themselves, to each other and to everyone else those who work with them are all about compliments and admiration

and it’s not without a reason everyone says they are a family

the importance of the year 2013 to shinee and shawols 

some songs you might want to check out (p.s.: their Japanese discography is amazing and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise)

they really like dogs

they’ve won a shit ton of awards since debut

they dote on their youngest like actual brothers

they are a mess™

shawolsource’s tag for masterposts of videos on each member + dl link for all their mvs (the last part compiled by me)

must watch (in my humble opinion): The Ultimate GroupSHINee’s Surprise Party for JonghyunVlive SHINee Begins and this mess of a promotional video

something I highly recommend checking on in terms of dancing and singing skills and the relationship between the members in general: their concerts. the first one I’ve ever watched was the SHINee World Concert III (which is still my favorite!) and if there’s anything that made me fall even harder for them, like… that was it. I can’t find link for all of them, sadly, but here you have the JATSWCII and SWCIV in full and playlists for the BMU TourI’m Your Boy Tour and DxDxD Tour.

some blogs that will help you out getting familiar with them are @fyjjong and @shineesubbed.

shawols wouldn’t ever miss a chance to go on and on about anything shinee, so - any questions, opinions or requests, don’t hesitate to hit one of us up. ♡

Xavier: Renegade Angel sentence starters

  • “What doth life?”
  • “You’re going to regret that. You shattered my shakashuri.”
  • “I’m a survivor. We’re a dying breed.”
  • “Powers are for the weak. I have no powers. I mean, unless you count the power to blow minds with my weapons-grade philosophical insights.”
  • “Look at the two of us. We can be like beauty and the beast. What do you say? Will you be my beast?”
  • “I killed him hard. Pulled out his heart, showed it to him, and he was like, ‘Nice.’”
  • “And now, I ramble forth on my endless journey to be the greatest AIDS spreader of all time.”
  • “One time, I created something called a thurrito. It’s a burrito within a burrito within the heart of that same burrito.”
  • “They say when you die, you shit your pants. But not me; I’m gonna shit my heart.”
  • “Good thing I’m a responsible parent. You should try it sometime.”
  • “The sick bastard smells like my ass.”
  • “Unload your troubles onto me, even if it’s tough to swallow. I’m used to swallowing huge loads.”
  • “I’m going to help you, even if it kills us both!”
  • “I’m going to break you down using Navajo mysticism or Cherokee fisticism!”
  • “If you smoke and eat bacon fast enough, you can go back in time.”
  • “Well, if that’s love, then I’d like to make some love to his mouth.”
  • “I know people out there are dreaming for my cleansing rain to rinse away all sufferage.”
  • “Well, I’m a good farmhand, and I don’t need much. Just five hots. And a cot. And a queen-sized lazy bread bed. And a flatscreen iTV. And a wi-fi hotspot. And a breakfast nook, a sauna, conversation nook, some of them crazy cookies, orange you glad I didn’t say banana?”
  • “Society’s about to end, girl. And it’s up to us to start repopulating the planet.”
  • “Someone’s gonna have to mop up all this bootysauce.”
  • “I’m too unique to pay rent!”
  • “If I ever get your stinky mug in my line of sight, I swear to Chekhov I’ll cock your clock off.”
  • “You nap-a, you get slap-a.”
  • “You’re about as deep as a bowl of soup, and your tongue is about as sharp as a soup spoon.”
  • “Are you so dumb you even answer rhetorical questions?”
  • “I, alone, stride along to strive alone to unify all men in the greasy heat of my unifrier.”
  • “I shall take up your squeegee and squeege all that you have left unsquoged!”
  • “Can I squirrel it in your terlet?”
  • “As long as you live under my ballet studio, which I just broke into, you live under my rules!”
  • “You can kiss and lick and caress and cuddle and swallow my sweet ass goodbye.”
  • “If this is your idea of a joke, I’d like to be subjected to a tragedy.”
  • “I’ll help you! I’m a feminist! I’ll make sexism my BITCH!”
  • “I have some bad news and a snack for you.”
  • “Mom spelled backwards is wow, and wow spelled backwards is 'Woe is me that I can’t seem to find my mom!’”
  • “If you’re going to slay an animal, you’d better be prepared to eat the whole thing!”
  • “I suspect I’m crazy, with a capital and sideways Z that’s also flipped upside-down.”
retrouvailles (3/4)

good afternoon, loves! kait aka @mibasiamille​ here to present part three of our 500 follower collaboration fic!! y’all have no idea how excited i’ve been for you to read this part! i hope you enjoy. 🤗

(also, if you haven’t caught up yet, make sure you read part one or part two, as well as take a gander at the beautiful artwork done by the lovely @outlanderedandoverhere​!)

“I have to leave soon.”
The words cut through the silence in the air like a dull blade. The sting of them, despite the softness in tone, made Jamie swallow audibly, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He wrapped his arms tighter around her, the pads of his fingers tracing patterns on the gooseflesh at the base of her spine. “I know,” he murmured against the cloud of her hair.

Neither of them said anything, but she knew what he was thinking. The exact same thing had been on her mind for days–especially the past few–but she had immediately brushed them aside out of the fear that they’d take over the memory of the moment. Ever since she spilled the coffee on his white t-shirt, the time they spent together wandering the city streets or eating in small cafes were the most noteworthy parts of her trip. But every so often, the pang of guilt would settle in the bottom of her stomach; she had to leave and soon. Only until now had she realized that they hadn’t even talked about… it–it encompassing not only the present terms of their relationship, but also where they would take it. Would they stay together and do a long-distance relationship, or would they go their separate ways? Could either of them bear to be so far apart from each other, with over three thousand miles between them?

She moved her head from his shoulder, her eyes meeting his. He wouldn’t look at her. The corner of her mouth lifted up in sympathy as she moved her hand to cup his cheek. “Jamie, I–”

“I dinna want to talk about it yet,” he said softly, cutting her off with a long, sweet kiss.

She fell into a trance for a brief moment before she realized herself and pulled away, although reluctantly. “We need to talk about this now.”

He suppressed a sigh of agitation when she pulled herself from his embrace, pulling the blankets over her chest as she sat upright against the headboard. She couldn’t make eye contact, either, so opted to pick at the stray thread on the duvet. “What are we?”

“What do ye mean?”

She sighed in frustration, dropping the thread. “You know what I mean, Jamie Fraser,” she said sternly, finding the brief courage to meet his eyes. “Whatever we’ve become… what is it, to you?”

She could see the cogs turning in his head. Nervously, she scooted closer to him and rested a hand on his shoulder; he didn’t turn to face her, as he normally did. Avoiding the question entirely, he asked instead, “When are you leaving?”

She let out the short, nervous breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “My flight is tomorrow night.”

He grimaced, as if she had just punched him in the stomach. “And ye waited until now to tell me this verra important information?” He muttered, each word laced with venom. Finally, he turned towards her and she stared, baffled by the anger in his tone.

She huffed, unsure of how to defend herself. “I–I didn’t… To be honest, I had completely forgotten!”

“What were ye planning to do, then? Just wake up tomorrow morning and walk out of here, pretending like nothing even happened?” He stood abruptly in his agitation, striding towards the window at the other side of the room.

She looked appalled at this notion. “Of course not!”

“What is this to you, then? Just a good fuck while you’re in town?”

“How dare you!” She was seething, throwing the covers off and jumping out of the bed. Pointing an accusing finger at him, she bellowed, “And I asked you first!”

He took a deep breath. “All I can tell you, Claire, is that you aren’t just a good fuck to me.”

“Are you implying that you mean nothing to me?” Her voice came out softer than she had wanted, so she paused and cleared her throat. Meeting his eyes from across the room, she willed herself not to cry as she asked, “And what, exactly, made you think that that’s all you are to me?”

He jumped back slightly, as if he’d been stung. She knew that the words had hit him where it hurt; the defeat in her voice made sure that he knew her feelings ran deeper than surface-level biological need.

She wrapped her arms around herself, covering her bare chest from the chill. Her voice was smaller when she finally spoke again. “Do you truly think so low of me?”

His voice softened, too. “Of course not.” Shaking his head, he walked back towards her, hand outstretched. He looked nervous, but that all melted away when she took it in her own. Pulling her towards him, he sat down on the window’s ledge with her on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around her. Resting his head against her own, she could feel his breath through the thickness of her curls.  “I’m not sure what this is. But if there’s one thing that I do know, Claire, it’s that this…” He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, warming her chilled skin. “It isn’t usual.”

“No,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his own, their fingers entwined. “It isn’t usual. It’s… different.”

“I’m sorry,” he said after a pause, leaning his head against the back of hers. “I didna mean–”

“Don’t.” She turned around to face him, legs straddling his hips and arms wrapped around his neck. Pulling herself in, she rested her head on his shoulder and murmured against his skin, “I’m sorry, too.”

Another moment passed before he said, shyly, “You could stay.”

Her head snapped up suddenly. “Stay?”

“Aye. You could live here,” he paused, obviously nervous. “Wi’ me.”

She bit her lip, contemplating the thought. Could she stay here, in Paris? Make a life for herself with Jamie, eventually turning it into something more? Would she be able to…?

A tear formed in the corner of her eye at the thought, and Jamie reached forward to wipe it away. She met his eyes and saw the sadness hidden in his irises.

“I understand. Ye dinna want to leave yer life behind…” He didn’t say it, but it hung in the air between them: for me.

“No, that’s not it,” she murmured, leaning forward so that her forehead rested on his own. Struggling with the words, she opted for kissing him instead. Hesitantly, he kissed her back.

When she pulled away, she cupped his cheek with her hand. “We don’t have to talk about this right now, Jamie. We can save it for tomorrow.”

“Aye.” He reached for her once more, cupping his hands over her arse before pulling her up and walking them over to the bed.  “Tomorrow.”

The following morning, Jamie had woken up long before Claire. His dreams had betrayed him, telling stories of a love that would never exist: Claire in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle towards him; his first child, pink and writhing, being placed into his arms–she has her hair; sitting in the den of his family home, all twelve of his children surrounding him, his wife’s comforting hand on his shoulder. All the things that could have been, the sorrows of a life that could never be.

He watched her as she slept, took comfort in the slow rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. Reaching out, he placed a stray curl of hair behind her ear, and took solace in the small smile that stretched across her lips. Memorizing the way her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes; the light in her irises as she met his own.

“Good morning,” she murmured.

“Morning,” he replied. There was nothing good about this morning.

Through lazy morning conversations, the pair got ready for the day. Claire busied herself packing her suitcase, making sure that she wasn’t leaving anything behind. Jamie kept his distance, trying to make the eventual absence of her less painful. He made a breakfast of eggs and toast, and handed her a mug of coffee with a smile.

After they’d finished eating, it was time for her to leave. As soon as she turned to face him, eyes filled with tears, he couldn’t help himself. He crossed the room in three strides and crushed her to him, his lips telling her everything that he couldn’t say out loud.

“Jamie,” she sighed, pulling away from him. “I want you to know–”

“I love you.”

“Ye’re so beautiful.” He had told her their first night together, in the studio. They had been in and out of each other’s heated embrace for the majority of the night; eventually, she had to take a break. Never had she felt so enraptured in a man–as if she had been with many, anyways–but everything with Jamie was all-consuming, like a flame.  His arms were wrapped around her now, hugging her from behind. He brushed a few curls away from the stickiness of sweat on her neck. “What made ye think that ye weren’t? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It wasn’t really a what so much as a who,” She murmured dryly.

He waited patiently for her to continue.

“I had a boyfriend a while ago, back home,” She began, licking her swollen lips nervously. “I suppose he had some sort of… expectations when it came to what women should look like. He always told me that my ‘ass to boob ratio was a bit off’, or that the stretch marks on my thighs were ‘disgusting’.” She spat his words out with every bit of harshness she could muster. “I was with him for a while; about two years. I suppose I thought I had loved him, since he was an older man–a solid thirty to my twenty.

“But the longer I was in the relationship, and the more he chastised me for the way I looked, or the things I did I… I realized that I started to hate my own body, because of him. So I broke it off, right after my twenty-second birthday. I’ve been struggling with my self-image ever since.”

“Bastard.” He pulled her closer to him. “He wasn’t worth yer time, Claire. Nobody should berate a woman for how she looks, especially someone with as much natural beauty as you.”

She turned to him and smiled. “You’re such a flatterer, Jamie Fraser.” Bringing her lips to his for a long, passionate kiss, she then giggled out. “And a bloody good one, at that.”

Her voice sounded shrill, even to her own ears. “What?”

“I love you, Claire.” He repeated, the desperation in his voice almost palpable. “Please. Stay.”

She could feel her heart in her throat, choking her with emotion. “I–”

“I can take care of ye. I promise you that nothing will ever happen to ye, so long as ye’re with me.”

Tears started to form in her eyes. Her heart started beating faster in her chest, threatening to break from its confines and join with his. Was she in love with him, too? She inhaled deeply.

“Jamie, I–” She wanted to say it back, but hesitated. She swallowed, a tear falling from her cheek as she regained her composure.

“I’m sorry, I–I can’t.” She murmured, grabbing her suitcase and rushing out of the apartment.

The door closed with a click.

Tears were streaming down her face as she raised a shaking hand, flagging down an oncoming taxi. Upon climbing inside, it took her everything she had not to look back.

The short ride to the airport was a painful one. She kept thinking of all the what-ifs, and eventually making herself miserable in doing so. Instead, she opted to think of the brief memories of their time together. Their first meeting, how he had completely brushed aside the fact that she had burned him raw with her americano. The bright flash of the photo being taken, then seeing said photo hung in his gallery. Their first night together, when he made her feel legitimately beautiful for the first time in years. Walks on the Seine, complete with macaroons and bisque and red wine. The taste of chocolate on his lips. The feel of his hands on her, kneading and molding her into a piece of art. His face, stricken with love and desperation as he said his final words to her.

All of these memories, things she thought she’d be able to hold on to forever, were now locked away. She shoved them into a box and threw them into the darkest confines of her mind. She’d never open that box again.

She handed the driver his pay once they arrived at their destination. Suitcase in hand, she strode through the doors of the airport and headed towards her terminal. Every so often, she would see a flash of red or a camera bag and do a double-take, the hope in her chest rising steadily within her. No matter how hard she tried, he wouldn’t leave her mind; everywhere she looked, he was there, smiling widely at her from behind a camera’s lense. Her heart began to race so fast that she had to run to the restroom, splash a bit of water on her face and will herself to calm down. Should she go back? Should she return to him? Could she?

Upon instinct, she knew she had to go back to him. At least tell him how she truly felt: that she felt the same. Her feet acted before her mind did, and before she knew it, she was racing towards the exit, suitcase bumping against her calves as she ran.

But a thought suddenly struck her and she stopped dead in her tracks, breathing heavily. What if he hates me, now? What if he never wants to see me again? Her feelings overcame her and she ran her free hand through her hair; she wanted to cry, but couldn’t. A sob stopped short in her throat. Closing her eyes and squeezing them shut, she willed herself to calm down.

She took a deep breath before slowly opening her eyes. No longer could she see his face in the strangers around her. And no longer would she think of him, ever again. The box was closed, another skeleton to add to her closet.

“Flight 491 to Boston, Massachusetts is now boarding.”

whatamidoinidk  asked:

(please bear with me) Okay, so, I'm a 15 year old freshman in highschool, and I've wanting to create some sort of series, whether it be a comic, or something else for a few years. I haven't too serious about it, but after one my of my friends showed me your video, for some reason, i was especially inspired. Now, I already have one character... but that's all i got. How did you come up with the things in your film? And did you ever experience "writer's block"? and if so, how did you deal with it?

No worries dude!  So okay, I’m gonna’ be honest, when I read this, I was hit with such a weird mix of, like, “god this is literally impossible to answer”, and “man I remember feeling that way when I was 15″.  So I guess the best thing I could do is elaborate.


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anonymous asked:

Do you have any fics dealing with feeling worthless as a bottom? I'm very femme-y and I love being taken care of in bed. Being aggressive and dominant don't come naturally to me. I've accepted that I'm a giant softie who likes a more dominant partner. The problem is THEY do the work. I can initiate a kiss and fondle and go down on a girl and all that stuff, but I'm truly in my element under a nice pair of breasts, feeling safe and taken care of. It feels selfish/greedy, though. :/

Maggie absolutely loves topping her.

She loves how pliant her body is underneath hers, loves the sounds she makes, loves the way her eyes flutter closed, the way she scratches at her back, the way her own back arches helplessly. The way she screams her throat raw on Maggie’s name.

She loves the way that badass, take-no-prisoners, ruthless, perfectionist, take-care-of-everybody-and-what-do-you-mean-I-have-needs-too DEO agent Alex Danvers surrenders to being worshiped by her. Submits to her love. Writhes and begs and whines and lets everything go for the prayers she plays out on Alex’s body.

The way Alex trusts her.

Fully, completely.

The way Alex gives her everything by taking everything: the way Alex gives her everything by letting her love her, by letting her adore her, by letting her be trusted.

But the first time Alex’s eyes flash and she asks with her eyes, with her gentle touch, with her body, if she can put Maggie’s wrists above her head and return every bit of worshiping she’s gotten in their first times, Maggie doesn’t hesitate.

Because Alex’s desire to please her, to touch her, to do everything with her, to her, is palpable. Is radiating.

And god, does Maggie want her.

Want to be taken by her.

And god, does Alex take her.

She makes sure Maggie’s head is resting perfectly on her favorite pillow and she kisses every centimeter of her face and she takes her time stripping her naked, and every time Maggie tells her that she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to, that they can stop whenever Alex wants, that she doesn’t owe Maggie anything, Alex pffts and Alex rasps, “do you want me to stop?”, and Maggie splutters – no woman has ever made her splutter before, and she wonders if she picked it up from Alex or if Alex was just always fated to have that effect on her – and she shakes her head and Alex grins and Alex continues.

Alex is a quick study – of course Alex is a quick study – and she takes her time bringing Maggie to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, her mouth exploring her breasts, figuring out exactly what rhythm of her tongue over her hardened nipples makes her whine loudest, pant hardest.

Takes her time figuring out which spots on her stomach make Maggie giggle and which spots – when Alex’s teeth gently, and then at Maggie’s desperate urging, not so gently, graze her skin – make Maggie unravel.

Takes her time figuring out that Maggie has no problem keeping one leg up on Alex’s shoulder so Alex can fuck her deeper, can fuck her harder, can reach deeper inside her, touch places in her body, her soul, that no one has ever bothered to explore.

Takes her time figuring out that if she puts her thigh between Maggie’s legs and arches to take one of Maggie’s nipples into her mouth at the same time, it won’t take her long to cum. Hard. Again.

And because Alex is a quick study, Alex imitates Maggie’s constant checking in, her constant questioning – “are you sure, babe?” “do you want this, Maggie?” “all good?” “like that?” “do you need a break?” “do you like when I lick your clit like that, or like that? Both? Mmm, excellent” – and Maggie is so swept away, so caught up, in being the center of this gorgeous woman’s attention, the sole focus of this brilliant soldier-scientist’s incredible brain and body power, that her answer, truly, madly, deeply, is always yes Alex, please, god, don’t stop, Alex, Alex, Alex.

But when Alex wipes her mouth on her bare shoulder and kisses the insides of Maggie’s thighs, a satisfied, deeply affectionate but also deeply smug grin on her face after making Maggie cum for the upteenth time, Maggie panics.

Panics because it’s almost sunrise, and she’s done nothing for Alex all night.

She can’t count the number of times she’s cum, and the only thing she’s done has been begging Alex for more.

The only thing she’s done has been selfish preening and worthless whining and god, how can she be this self-involved, this lazy, this unwilling to work for such a gorgeous, perfect, dedicated woman?

How can she have let Alex dedicate herself solely to her pleasure and offer her absolutely nothing in return?

So she panics.

She panics, and shame sweeps through her stomach because maybe this, this, this is why she’s never truly bottomed for anyone before, because she isn’t lazy, she isn’t selfish, she isn’t worthless, she isn’t greedy, she isn’t… except she is. Because the last few hours – god, the last few incredible hours – prove that she is exactly those things.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Did I hurt you, are you okay?”

And suddenly Alex is out from between her legs and crawling up to where she could cradle her body, hovering because she’s unsure of whether to touch her, but concern is radiating from her eyes – genuine, full-throated concern – and that concern just makes the shame sweep harder through Maggie’s stomach.

“You didn’t hurt me, I’m fine. It’s nothing, it’s whatever, it – “

“No, Maggie. It’s not whatever. Your whole body tensed up, you… it matters, Maggie. You matter.”

Alex’s face is a map of confusion, a map of worry, a map of god please tell me I didn’t hurt you.

Maggie makes a futile grab for the covers – being naked right now is just a reminder of how selfish she is  – and Alex immediately lunges down the bed to get them and tuck Maggie in.

“No, no, you don’t have to… see, that’s just it, Danvers, I…”

“I’m sorry – “ Alex drops the sheets and holds up her hands immediately in soft surrender.

Surrender. Surrender.

“No, Alex, I’m sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just…”

She looks away and she clenches her jaw and she can feel Alex staring down at her, can feel Alex thinking, can feel Alex calculating.

“We’ve never had sex quite like that before,” Alex observes softly, so softly, after a few long, silent moments.

Maggie still won’t look at her, and she desperately tries to control the burning in her eyes, the churning in her stomach, but she tries to remember the trust that led her to let Alex top her to begin with, so she nods.

“I’ve never really… taken the lead.”

Maggie nods again.

“Was it bad? Was I bad? Because I can get better, I – “

“No! No, Alex, you were… you were amazing, it…”

“You can tell me if I – “

“No. You were perfect, Alex, I promise, it’s not that – “

“Then what is it, Maggie? You can tell me.”

A long silence. Alex rests her body down on one elbow and holds out a hovering hand, a question in her eyes. Maggie nods again and Alex strokes her hair softly.

And that’s exactly what Maggie needs, which is exactly why Maggie breaks.

“Why would you… what did you get out of all that, Alex? I just… I just laid there, I didn’t do anything for you, I… how selfish could I be, it… I didn’t do anything for you, Alex, all night, I just – “

“Maggie, wait. That’s not… are you kidding? Do you seriously want to feel how wet I am right now?”

Maggie pffts at Alex’s earnesty with wet eyes. “Nerd.”

Alex smiles with relief and kisses her forehead.

“Maggie, I… I’m so glad you let me… top you? Is that the way to say it? I…” Alex pauses and searches Maggie’s face for the right words. “Maggie, you’re always in control of everything. You’re always responsible, you’re always making decisions. Life and death decisions! And you… you always take care of me, you always just… you make me so happy, Maggie, and I… you deserve it. You deserve to be taken care of. You deserve to lay back and let me worship you, because you… you’re amazing, Maggie, and you deserve to let go, you deserve to be cared for. And – and… it’s giving me a gift, Maggie. You trusting me like that. You letting me lo… letting me care for you like that, that’s a gift, Maggie. It’s perfect. You’re perfect, and you deserve to be shown that. And, if you’re worried that you weren’t doing anything for me… you’ve gotta be kidding. That was the… sexiest, hottest… thing I’ve ever done… the… you… I came, you know. A bunch of times, not that that was the point, but I’m just saying, feeling you like that, touching you like that? Listening to you like that? I came. Because it was so incredible, I just… I didn’t make a big deal out of it, because I wanted to focus on you. You deserve to be focused on, Maggie. I promise I love…d it. I promise.”

Another long pause, another thick silence.

“So you’re saying you liked it. Cause that’s… that’s what I’m getting.”

“Oh my god, you’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance, Danvers. Not a chance.”

anonymous asked:

How do you think is BTS in bed? (I've just read the one w got7 and I died)

Okay here we go and I’ve been waiting for this.

I think he’s a bit awkward but at the same time so sweet in bed. Like he brushed you hair aside, he kissed you cheek he tells to how beautiful you are but I can’t see him ever getting rough. Maybe after a drink or two or if he’s being teased. But I think hed just lay you down and love you whole heartedly.

I think he’d be like Jaebum in the sense of he’d do why ever position is easiest for him, although I see him really being into doggy style. Although no matter what position he’d let you have it. Even lazy sex would be hard and mercilessly done. I feel like after sex he wouldn’t want to be touched too much for a while, he seems like the type who hates to be touched when he’s hot and he’d definitely get hot.

Well… what can I say. He’d do what he felt was best for you, but would pleasure him the most. He wouldn’t kiss your moth to much but his lips would always be on your neck. I feel like he’d breath on you a lot too. Like while kissing your neck he’d starts breathing hard against your neck. He’d grunt a lot too, not so much moaning but short heavy breaths that would actually be kinda loud

I feel he’d be a lot like BamBam in the bedroom. Just Speedy Gonzales, although I do think he has a softer side to his thrusting too I think no matter what though he’d always aim to head his skin slapping against yours he seems like he’d be super into that.

I think Jimin would be the roughest out of everyone. He’d love to drive any one to be a moaning mess under him. I dont think he’d make to much noise though, just light grunts here and there when he gets closer to his release. I think he’d be one to to focus more on the other persons pleasure as well.

I can’t tell with this boy but I think I’ve got him figured out… He’s a sub while still being dominant. Like he’d moan and groan and love to hear you talking to him but only as a form of encouragement. He’d ask you questions and there would be a lot of ‘oh yeah does that feel good? Do you like the way I feel?’ Cause he’s kinda gross like that tbh.

There is no doubt in my mind that this boy could wreck a bitch. Like fight me and try to tell me he’s shy cause it won’t work every time he’d get the green light he’d go full macho man picking you up flipping you over. He’d very much feel the need to prove himself to anyone he’s with that he’s a man. I fee like after a few times of him acting like that he’d actually be able to relax and make it more of a ‘love making’ scenario other than a 'fucking’ one.

a requiem beyond the shore

Originally posted by k-popsquad

pairing: jimin x reader
genre: angst, fluff, dream!jimin
word count: 10,727
summary: you fall in love with the boy who is only known by your dreams

a/n: hi i’m zero and i’m coming out of my cave to drop a fic

You are seven years old when you first meet him.

The sky arcs above you in all its cerulean glory, and if you were to extend your hands towards the heavens, you could pluck the clouds right off the sky. That’s exactly what you do, watching in quiet awe as the white diffuses in a massless haze through your fingertips, crystallizing into tiny diamonds that soundlessly fall to the ground.

The boy stands alone by the shore, waves of transparent greens and blues rushing up just far enough to nip at his bare ankles before receding back into the ocean. He barely contrasts against the pale background, bright strands of pink hair billowing softly in the wind. The water is quiet, grounded against the horizon as it stirs lazily back and forth, and without the boy’s motionless form to focus the scenery, the salty breeze would surely have carried the white dunes across the sea to be forgotten.

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anonymous asked:

I love this blog sm- I've just been scrolling through reading all your stuff! If you haven't already done this, how would the UT and US skelepuns react to their boyfriend (is it alright if S/O a boy? If not I'm sorry! Gender neutral is fine) who twitches a lot when they're sleepy? I basically loose control when I'm tired... thank you!

(*I wasn’t sure if skelepuns meant just Sans and Stretch or not, so I went with both sets of bros to be safe. )


He’s cuddled against you while he sleeps, enjoying the feeling of how soft your body is compared to his bones.  He’s dozed off while watching a movie, and he’s so relaxed that he doesn’t even notice your twitching.  However, if you start to twitch when he hasn’t been able to fall asleep yet, he’ll pretty much just find it hilarious.

“heh, you’re being a real jerk.  you nervous?  you seem kinda rattled there, babe.”

He teases you relentlessly, chuckling every time your body ends up involuntarily jerking.  From his grin, it’s easy to see that he’s trying to get a rise out of you.  He ends up staying awake just to see how many times you jerk when you start to drift off again.  The scientist in him is low-key fascinated.

*heh, human bodies are weird.


Papyrus rarely sleeps, so he’s the one that’s made you tired in the first place–by keeping you up through an old MTT movie.  Mettaton’s rectangular body is artistically sprawled out on a bed of rose petals, with more slowly falling from above.  It’s four hours long, so understandably, you started to nod off during the first half hour.  You body jerks the minute your chin hits your chest, and Papyrus jerks so hard that his bones rattle.  

“ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?”  His gloved hand grips your arm, and you nod, dazed.  What happened?  Did you start to fall asleep?

“‘m fine,” you answer through a yawn.  


“It just does that sometimes, Paps.  It’s normal.”


“No, no, it’s fine.  I’m good.  I promise,” you assure him.  He tries to protest again, but you lean in and press your lips to his cheekbone, causing him to immediately forget his train of thought.  

“I… WELL, IF YOU’RE… SURE.  NYEH.”  He’s blushing, and it’s adorable.  You decide to stop hiding the fact that this movie is putting you to sleep and instead change positions so you’re lying with your head in his lap.  Papyrus is still blushing, but he starts idly petting your head, though the feeling it muted by his gloves.  Every time you twitch, he jumps a little, but slowly, he gets used to it and stops panicking.  


The first time Blueberry notices your body twitch when you’re drifting off is the first time the two of you share his rocketship bed.  It also happens to be the first time he’s ever slept beside anyone other than his brother before, so he’s understandably nervous and can’t seem to stop talking.  His mind is in overdrive, and he’s just a disjointed voice beside you in the darkness–now that the glowing blush has faded from his cheekbones.  You want to stay focused–you want to be able to keep responding to your bonefriend–but you’re just too tired.  It’s been an exhausting day already.

You start to drift off, and your body jerks, just as his hand brushes the edge of yours beneath the covers.

“AH!  S-SORRY!  I WASN’T TRYING TO… IT-IT WASN’T MY INTENTION TO…”  The room’s bright with his blush again, and you’re dazed enough to not quite understand what he’s talking about.  He freaks out and starts to scramble off the bed, but you sleepily pull him back and gently shush him, telling him it’s all right.  You end up nestling against his chest (and you can hear the hum of his magic stirring, he’s so frazzled), and it isn’t long before you jerk again.  Blueberry’s entire body flinches off the mattress (he’d been in the process of wrapping his arm around you!), and you end up having to mutter something about it being a human thing before he accepts that you’re not flinching away from his touch.  


You’re having a lazy day with Stretch, both of you laid on the couch watching Netflix.  You’re on his chest, your cheek pillowed against his thick hoodie, while his phalanges idly trail along your spine.  You’re so comfortable and relaxed… and that makes you feel tired.

The first time you twitch, Stretch’s fingers momentarily still, but he makes no comment.  He waits, slowly resuming his ministrations, and it isn’t long before you twitch again.  This time, he chuckles, and the vibration of his deep laugh against your ear is enough to pull your tired mind back into the present.  Crap, did you drift off?  You feel like you’ve missed half of the episode.  

You try to concentrate again, but you can’t process what’s going on in the show–and you feel your eyes becoming half-lidded once more.  You twitch, even harder than last time, and Stretch chuckles again, before leaning his head down close to your ear.

“do i give you the jitters, honey?”

You’re slightly embarrassed that he called you out, but you can’t help but grin, your arms winding tighter around his torso.  Of course he does.

(*Imagine Masterlist)

anonymous asked:

I LOVED THAT SOLANGELO DRABBLE pls could you do actual solangelo first kiss? Xx

It’s after dinner as everyone is wandering over to the campfire when Nico tugs on his arm. Will follows, curious, because while Nico is slowly becoming more comfortable asking for things—wanting things—he’s still not one to intiate things. He lets Nico pull him into the shadows behind the dining pavillion.

“Nico? What’s—”

“Hold my hand,” Nico demands, holding out his hands.

Will, dumbfounded but more than willing to comply (he’s not about to pass up a chance to hold his boyfriend’s hands! If only he could have recorded that moment so he could shut Cecil up when his friend teases him), does. As soon as his hands close around Nico’s, he realizes his mistake.

“Nico, no—!”

There’s a swirl of shadows, a sharp dizzying feeling, like his entire body is floating and yet his sense of gravity is missing, and then he’s slamming to the ground with Nico sprawled on top of him.

Groaning, Nico pushes himself up until he’s perched on Will’s legs. “Gotta work on the landing.”

“Nico,” Will scolds, “I’ve told you no shadow-travelling unless it’s necessary! You’re still recovering from the last mini-quest Chiron sent us on—”

“Yeah, yeah.” Nico stands, offering Will a hand. He gestures in front of them and glances away, but he doesn’t retract his hand. “Thought you might want to see this.”

They’re on the hill, the statue of Athena casting a large shadow behind them, while the sun drops in the horizon in the distance. Will’s seen sunsets before, he’s seen the sun fall into sparkling waters on the few outings he’s had, and when his father was here, he’s seen a few interesting sunsets, too. But right now, standing in the quiet dusk as the sky shifts from orange to pink, with Nico’s hand in his, Will can honestly say this is the best sunset he’s ever witnessed.

“Is this a date?” 

Nico elbows him. But even in the golden glow of the setting sun, Will can see the signs of Nico’s blush: averted gaze, rapid blinks, scrunched up nose, how Nico tilts his head just slightly to the left. 

“Hey, Nico,” Will says softly. The sun’s almost completely gone now, but this far out, no one will bother them for a while. Not even the nymphs. “Can I kiss you?”

Dark eyes widen, before disappearing briefly. Nico nods, biting his lips, glancing back up at Will again. For a heartbeat, neither of them moves. Will’s not sure how to do this. He’s kissed people before, but none of them had been Nico. Irrationally, he’s afraid of messing this up.

“Will,” Nico says, and Will blinks at him. Nico’s pulling back his hand, and Will panics, thinking he’s already messed up but wait that doesn’t make sense— “Will,” Nico says again, his hands coming up to hold Will’s face, and he gives him one last look before diving in.

Will forgets about the sunset. He forgets about the rest of the camp singing songs and sharing melted marshmallows, how his siblings are probably wondering where he is. He forgets about how Cecil and Lou Ellen are definitely going to tease him later. He forgets everything except Nico, the gentle pressure of Nico’s fingers brushing his jaw and the warmth of Nico’s waist under his hands.

When they finally pull apart, the sun is gone, the sky turning a lazy purple. Will grins down at Nico, whose face is flushed a soft pink. 

“Best date ever,” he says, and he laughs even when Nico shoves him a little too hard and he goes tumbling down the hill.

anonymous asked:

Okay so I've been thinking, y'know how in the Last Olympian, we find out Luke basically told Annabeth that he loves her and that she's his last chance, right? (Correct me if I'm wrong, going off memory!) Well, assuming that Annabeth was around 14 or 15 at that time, and there's a 7 years difference between Luke and Annabeth, Luke would have been 22 or 23! A 22 or 23 year told a 15 year old girl he loved her and wanted to run away with her! I understand their history, but I'm still screaming!!

Yeaaaahhhhh that’s a thing that happened that I wish I could purge from my memory and from the series. Having Annabeth have a pre-teen crush on a cute older guy she admired was fine in terms of the narrative like it fit her backstory and added to the emotional conflict and it was never endorsed by the story itself, you know…  until right at the very fucking end when all of a sudden Luke reveals he does have a crush on her despite being WAY FUCKING OLDER and it being TOTALLY FUCKING GROSS like I just.. don’t understand… why the fuck that was ever added into the book I don’t.. get it, I don’t like it, it’s wrong