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Make me choose

Anonymous asked: 10’s blue suit or 10’s brown suit


Happy Easter everyone! And if you don’t celebrate Easter, I hope you had a great day.

I’m Megan, 14 and from the uk.

Come and say hello! Everyone’s looking beautiful as always.

people who constantly complain about animation studios and belittles the animators are idiotic and absolutely ridiculous

a one time thing (and other untruths) (23/24)

Captain Swan. Modern AU.

“She supposes the reason she tells him is the same reason she kept his phone number after all those weeks." 

Notes: I submitted my grad school app and finished this fic so it’s been a pretty good week, I’d say? One chapter after this, then the epilogue. Probably be posting that stuff within the next couple of days? Endings are a Big Deal so I might sorta stare at it for a bit and move around commas and parentheses before posting, so I dunno when, exactly, it’ll be up. But I hope you guys like this chapter, at least. (Side note: I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time researching baby development, reading articles like ‘your baby at 6 weeks’ and whatever, but I know there are possibly, probably some inaccuracies and I apologize.)

(Shout out to swallowedsong for looking over this and stuff.)

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            She thinks she forgot this part.

            No, scratch that. She didn’t forget.

            It’s just that last time, she was so worried about everything else when it came to having a newborn that his not sleeping through the night was hardly the largest of her concerns.

            And boy does Aidan hate sleep.

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Written by the ever so lovely elfgirl931. Thank you SO much for making this story come to life with your words, I can’t say how happy this makes me.

Marian, Fenris and Bacon the mabari are still on the road after fleeing Kirkwall. The rogue’s short temper and quick tongue gets them in trouble. Mostly her.

Marian pulled her cloak tight against the brisk winter air while checking that herhood stayed in place. Even this far from Kirkwall, there was still a chancethat she could be recognized, especially in such a busy town. Merchants shoutedtheir wares across the crowded streets, city guards pushed through the crowdson their business, and children ran past, pelting one another with slushy snowballs.

“What did that traveler at the gates call the inn, Fenris?” she asked, keeping her hand firmly on Bacon’s collar. “The one he said had the good food and cleanest beds in the city?”

“The Touchy Nug,” Fenris said absently, eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd around them.

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with the unibrow and punibrow songs already, ANOTHER eyebrow song would be overkill.


make me choose: lala-kate asked OUAT or Sherlock (sorry Sherlock)

Evil isn’t born, it’s made

One night in 2022...

“Okay, I’m gonna say something and you’re not allowed to hate me.”

Dan smiles. “Pretty sure I’m actually not allowed to hate you. It’s like, against the law or something.” Their joined hands lie between them on the bed; he twists the ring on Phil’s finger for emphasis.

Phil chuckles slightly. “Even if I say would you mind just… going to sleep right now?”

“Oh thank god. I didn’t want to say it.” Dan buries his face in the pillow to hide his laughter.


“You were the one who asked not to have sex.”

“You didn’t need to respond with such enthusiasm!”

“Shut up,” Dan says, but his voice is fond. He shifts closer to kiss him, softly, and Phil melts into it.

“We did that bit already,” he reminds Dan. “Came a bit after ‘I do’ and a while before everyone got blindingly drunk.”

“Absolutely bungalowed,” Dan agrees. He yawns. “Okay, let’s be a boring married couple and go to sleep.”

“I like the sound of that,” says Phil.

“Good to know. Divorces are expensive and time consuming and we don’t have a pre-nup.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

A muffled noise of protest emerges from somewhere in the back of Phil’s throat. “You can’t say that when we’re going to sleep.”

“Just did. What are you going to do about it?”

As Phil rolls so he’s above Dan, he decides that perhaps he’s not that tired after all.