im tagging this because i dont know

Stay pt.1

Warnings: horrible writing, oh my god its horrid, angst??.

Prompt:   Loved the poppa-fic!! Please do a King George x reader in Hamiltime with these prompts:20, 282, 645,727? Maybe reader wants to go to America and George wants them to stay.

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader, Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Words: around 500

A/N:  It’s so messy my god. Also, sorry this’ll be done in parts because im a lazy ass bi- 

(Y/N) - your name



The cold sheets beside you was a common feeling nowadays. George had rarely came to bed when you were sleeping, that is at night. You hugged the duvet closer to your body, imagining George’s body beside you, remembering the good old days.

You laughed as you sprinted down the empty halls, George, the king of England, chasing after you.

“(Y/N)! Wait!” He wheezed before doubling over to regulate his breaths. He seemed fine before he started coughing.

“Ah! George!” you squeaked, turning around to dash to his side. You patted his back while he coughed. Wait- that wasn’t coughing, that was laughter! Before you could do anything, you were lifted from the ground.

“Eep! George put me down!” You yelped as he spun you around in circles. He laughed at how cute you were being.

“But my Queen, you’re so cute! And you’re just pure eye candy if I do say so myself.” He smiled, stopping and setting you down on the floor. You let out a small gasp and playfully punched his arm, causing him to chuckle at your reaction.

“George! The way you flirt is shameful,” you mocked him.

“I know, I know.”

You finally decided to get out of bed. The cold wooden floors sent shivers up your spine as your bare foot made contact with it. You walked to the closet, grabbing a (f/c) dress with a beautiful lace covering the neck area and sleeves. You put on your flats and headed out of the bedroom.

“Hu- woah!” You were shocked George suddenly falling onto you. You noticed how his eyes had dark bags larger than the ones yesterday. He was already falling asleep. You slowly but surely dragged him to the bed, removing the thick coat off of him in the process. How many times had this happened now? Ten, eleven times? You’d lost count. You set him on the bed and bounded out of the room. You wondered what he was doing before he collapsed into your arms. You walked through the hallway to make your way to his ‘office’.

The ‘office’, I guess you could call it, was rather messy. For someone who prefers things to be organized, this was very uncommon. You took hesitant steps towards the desk, scanning the items on it. There were letters and letters spread out over the wooden table. Why was he getting so much mail? You picked one up and skimmed through some of its content.

“Yada yada… the rebels are uncontrollable yada yada … War is about to start blahblah blah. Blah blah send backup yadayada.”

War? That explains his unusual all-nighters. You could see why he was getting so much mail now. You skimmed through some of the other letters, all following the same lines of a war and needing help or guidance. You wondered why these people wanted freedom, these rebels. George wasn’t a bad ruler, was he?

anonymous asked:

i know personally i put it in my sra tag because i related to the experience i had with a cult im sorry if that made you uncomfty

oh no no its okay!!! i dont mind that people tagged it that its more that people are like “im so sorry you went through that #cults” and im like nah it was just catholic school like i dont want anyone to get the wrong impression of me

i dont mind you tagging that for you its more when people are labelling my experience as specifically that and only that that makes me worry. i dont want people thinking that i claimed a trauma i didnt have ya know

“Don’t move! Yes, yes. That’s perfect, Nico. Hold that pose.”

Older Nico di Angelo commission for KelseyAh! I’m so happy I got to draw my boy, The Underworld Prince. Look at him, so clueless lol. Redbubble

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okay like I have a really difficult time understanding why people find Chaol’s character to be interesting /at all/. I find him to be so annoying because he’s like that moderate liberal white boy who thinks women should be allowed to have abortions but also wants a wife who stays home in the kitchen. Where she belongs. He’s like, a total Dean from Gilmore Girls. He’s /so/ convinced that he’s a nice guy who knows what the right thing to do is all the time. 

Like even in Tog and CoM he’s that textbook guard character who is bound by some unrealistic sense of honor and duty and thinks he understands the ins and outs of morality. But of course that honor doesn’t allow for things driven by emotion. That honor doesn’t allow for survival unless it plays by his rules. That honor doesn’t allow for power in the hands of women. And that honor doesn’t allow for killing those who have wronged you. Chaol is like…the least likely character to succeed in a zombie apocalypse. He holds everyone to some moral code, and damns them when they don’t live up to it (he does this with Celaena in CoM and basically all of QoS). Inflexible morality and honor inevitably leads to problems because it doesn’t allow for understanding of emotional conflicts, nor does it allow for forgiveness when those emotions drive people to do bad things. Chaol damns Celaena for killing Nehemia’s murderers. Rowan just accepts it and is like “good.” Chaol thinks Aelin’s power makes her a monster. He thinks less of her because she is fae. Rowan is like “okay you’re fae. whatever. show me what you’ve got.” Rowan is infinitely more interesting than Chaol, as a love interest, and a man, because where Chaol’s sense of honor is based on some hard lined Moral Code™, Rowan’s sense of honor is based on protecting those close to him. Once he claims Aelin, its clear that his moral compass now has one direction: protect and help and love and serve Aelin Galathynius to the best of my abilities, and the rest of the world be damned. Chaol’s love for Aelin is bound by his inability to reconcile her past as an assassin and her fae heritage with his immovable and someone flawed moral code. 

In the end, it becomes clear that Chaol is just pissed that Aelin is so much more than he is. Greater than anything he will ever be. Rather than supporting her and attempting to help her, he pushes her away, damning her for not fitting into his carefully crafted view of the way humans are supposed to act. 

Maybe some ppl like Chaol and his sense of honor, but I’ve read enough books on medieval chivalry to know that that bullshit ain’t for me. 

Do me a favor and look at these two.

After Lance gets the wind knocked out of him, The Gladiator spins him around and throws him against Keith and /they landed so almost perfectly symmetrical/. I just???

These dorks are gonna be the death of me.

“Master …”

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EB: don’t encourage him.

TG: been married for years

EB: oh my god.

TG: got one kid

TG: a lil salamander daughter

EB: leave casey out of this.

TG: shes a real nice kid

TG: does the blep thing a lot though

EB: she does actually! it’s really cute!

TG: pretty damn cute yeah

hello!! you probably know my blog if you’re tagged and you probably also have no idea what my name is or what i’m about so here: i’m bee, i’m a brown muslim girl who grew up in dubai but my parents are indian, also i’m pretty gay

so i’ve been on tumbler.org for about four or five years, and left, but i came back in early summer 2016 after i read throam. i didn’t really do anything with it besides make shitposts and ramble about my life which is why i was so surprised when i found out im getting closer to 1k, and i decided to do this thing (that literally no one asked for now that im at one thousand followers wtf??)

anyway here’s a little thank you to every single mutual that has tried and failed to be proper friends with me and still stuck around even though i couldn’t really be friends with any of them bc my offline social handicap decided to follow me here as well, and to every mutual who’s been so incredibly nice to me, and every mutual who i see in my notifs and every other blog that doesn’t follow me back but has inspired me to keep this up (keep what up lmao) alright im gonna stop rambling

fav blogs are bolded <3 (i’m sorry for annoying your notifs lmao this is probably a one time thing don’t worry)(also think of this like a blog rec since i maybe only really talk to four or five of these but all of these blogs are 10/10)(also there’s A LOT of blogs because i follow like 4000 people wtf how did that happen lmao this is gonna look messy idk how to tunmgler)

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kind of negative stuff under the cut because bad sorry

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bruabba week 2017 prompt 1: first kiss
i don’t know how to make things happy
this is probably after a street scuffle idk
here we go
(here on ao3)


His mouth is dry and tastes of smoke and ash and the tinge of copper, and if regret could be tasted, then that would have been there, too. It’s all impulse, impulse that has him leaning in, tired and pumped full of adrenaline and with bloodstained knuckles, impulse that slips pale and shaking fingers under the jaw and lifts the head until he can catch it in his ink-colored lips. All that was needed, something quick and impulsive and life-affirming when everything is screaming the opposite.
He does not expect Buccellati (your superior, his brain screams, remember that don’t you dare forget—) to reciprocate.
Maybe it’s just a trick of the mind, maybe a hopeful illusion or another false memory, but he swears he feels it; the hesitation and then the pressure returned, their faces crashed inelegantly together where noses bump and lips don’t quite meet evenly; the opening of the mouth for just a split second before teeth clatter and the sensation bores back into his head as a reminder: this is real, this is real, this is real — Real enough that he’s already berating himself for the idea, for the thought, for the impulse, the fact that he’s doing it completely without the consent of the rational part of his mind, the fact that you can’t go back from this, idiot, you’ve ruined-
But then there’s the push back, the insistence, the fact that it’s clumsy and messy but it’s happening and he’s pretty sure that Buccellati is kissing him back.
And then they aren’t. Then it’s over and he’s still got a hand on his superior’s (right, remember, remember) jaw and the ends of his hair against the scrapes on his knuckles sting a little bit and despite all the regret that’s boiling in his stomach like magma, there’s something about the smudges of lipstick left behind and the way his skin glows in the pale yellow sodium streetlights and the telltale signs of being a bit too roughed up and too red in the face that make this the single most beautiful thing Leone Abbacchio has ever seen. Too beautiful, in fact. Beautiful enough that the guilt claws at his brain like it means to tear him apart.
The impulse to back away is stronger than the impulse to have even started, and Abbacchio’s stepping back more hastily than he’s ever moved in his life, taking all the courage he can not to run, to run and never stop running. 
“We need to get back,” Buccellati says, like it never happened, like those five seconds were in a tiny pocket universe that only they inhabited. And then, more quietly, adds, “we… we’ll talk about… this later.”
It feels like half damnation and half a promise.
“Ye-yeah.”
They walk back not speaking a word.

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another meme i won’t finish | [1/5] favourite tv shows: bbc sherlock

I know you’re an Army doctor, and you’ve been invalided home from Afghanistan. You’ve got a brother worried about you, but you won’t go to him for help, because you don’t approve of him, possibly because he’s an alcoholic, more likely because he recently walked out on his wife, and I know your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic, quite correctly, I’m afraid. That’s enough to be going on with, don’t you think? The name is Sherlock Holmes, and the address is 221B Baker Street. Afternoon.

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Tried doing a few Antisepticeye& Darkiplier Edits.

I know Veeerryyyy Original :P But Im bored ok Hope you like ok


(also that recent post i made i regret posting it and yet i dont im gonna keep it actually)

  • Steve Rogers: How could Tony keep a thing like Ultron from us????? Tony you're so out of line!!! WE'RE SUPPOSED TO MEAN A TEAM THAT MEANS NO SECRETS.
  • Steve Rogers also: I didn't tell Tony about my friend killing his parents because clearly Bucky who is still dangerous must be protected over this man's feelings which I don't really care about even though him finding out later rather than sooner is gonna blow up in my face.