in which i pretend i make pretty things

God it just occurred to me that if you see Stoncy as happening in secret right before and through season 2 (which I do), that scene where Steve picks up Nancy and surprises her in the school hallway, and Jonathan just wordlessly walks away, totally still makes sense. Cuz Nancy and Jonathan have to pretend they’re just friends and Steve, afraid of being thought gay, pretty much completely ignores Jonathan when they’re at school. To them it’s like a necessary evil.

God one of the Stranger Things writers ships Stoncy I stg

anonymous asked:

Hello amazing ladies! Was wondering if you have any. College Sterek fics where they are the same age? Either they go to college together or they meet there for the first time? Anything with a HEA will be awesome! Thanks bunches

(No lie, I had to ask someone what HEA meant, lol!  Whoops…)  Got TONS of college AUs over in the college tag, and the college student!Derek tag, but there’s never too many college AUs, so here’s some more!  -Emmy

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And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis 

(7,155 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

Stalkers, Lies, and Manipulations by Bertie_Beth 

(7,774 I Teen I Complete)

Stiles needs help when the guy he’s been seeing turns out to be a giant stalker. Angry, murder brows on campus will help, right?

He Gets Me High by talktowater 

(11,562 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles and Derek act like a couple. But they’re not. Seriously! Derek has a boyfriend and Stiles has a girlfriend. They’re just friends, overly-attached and possessive friends, but that’s it. Right?

Just to See You Again by MellytheHun 

(14,950 I Explicit I Complete)   *major character death

A sterek college!AU where writing student Stiles specializes in love letters, runs a blog about it and can be commissioned to write love letters on behalf of lovers who are at a loss for words.

He makes some cash, he’s good at what he does (especially when he gets to be a little more explicit in his letters), it pays for his textbooks and that’s all he’s really looking for and life is fine. That is, until someone anonymously commissions him to write a love letter to mathematics student, Derek Hale.

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday

(21,004 I Explicit I Complete)

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale’s fraternity.

The Chemistry Between Us by coffeeinallcaps 

(26,043 I Explicit I Complete)

Meeting Derek Hale wasn’t special, or frightening, or any of the other things everyone had made it out to be. It was, actually, pretty much the opposite. Stiles didn’t even realize the guy was Derek Hale until the moment had passed.

Derek: the most infamous student at Beacon Hills University. Stiles: the freshman who falls for him anyway. Awkward encounters, concerned friends, and lots of not-so-casual sex ensue. (A ‘fuckbuddies to lovers’ college AU.)

All Earz on Me by theteapirate 

(26,448 I Explicit I Complete)  *attempted non-con

Stiles is a college radio DJ with a talent for pining and hooking up with douchebags. Derek is a college baseball player with a talent for eyebrows and misrepresenting himself. Neither boy is particularly talented at communication.

Respiration and Inspiration by MajorAccent 

(31,437 I Explicit I Complete)  *recreational drugs

“Your dad’s the fucking sheriff of my hometown,” Derek hisses when Stiles is pretending to search through the expiration dates on the cartons of 1%. “When were you going to tell me that?”

“Uhm,” Stiles stalls, closing the glass-paned door. “Never?” He ventures. Seeing the hard placed scowl on Derek’s face, Stiles knows it’s not what he wanted to hear. “How was I supposed to bring it up?” He asks, voice pitching on hysterical in the middle before he forces it back down. “Right around the first time I was sparking up, just lean over and go, “Oh, hey, by the fucking way, I’m from Beacon Hills and my dad’s the sheriff, but he doesn’t know I do recreational drugs on the weekly,” and then recite Millay to you? Yeah, because that’d work out so goddamn well.”

Losers by stilinskisparkles 

(34,234 I Explicit I Complete)

Where Derek is new to college, eager to spend his time learning, and Stiles is everything he didn’t want in a room mate. He’s loud, he’s into sports, and he keeps trying to make Derek do things.

Or, the one where Derek falls for a jock, Erica will cut you if you disturb her studying, and Jackson is a closeted romantic who pretends to hate everything.

Between Men and Lions by standinginanicedress 

(102,164 I Explicit I Complete)

“I thought we could be friends,” Derek offers, to which Stiles gets an odd smile on his face.

“Friends,” he repeats, an odd inflection.

“Yes, friends.”

Stiles laughs, just barely. It’s more of an exhalation of breath than it is genuine mirth or anything else, and then he smiles. “I’m pretty good at friends,” he says with a tilt to his head, and Derek clears his throat and has to look away.


some of my favorite akus (●♡∀♡)

shayotita  asked:

I was looking through your answers and I'm a bit confused. So like he cares about Aus and creativity and protects them. (which makes no sense) But he doesn't care about other people, their safety and their feelings other than himself? He just pretends? That's why he's chaotic neutral, asexual and a jerk? (though he looks like a nice guy) Sorry for all the questions I'm just really confused.

Aaah, I’d like to answer but it’s part spoilers. I’ll try to answer as briefly as I can: people and AUs are not the same thing. It’s like you look at a pretty artbook/comic but you don’t appreciate the characters in it humanly, like you don’t relate to them or appreciate them on a same level as you. You just appreciate the work and effort that was done, in the characters and the context and concept etc, but the characters themselves don’t mean much to you. I guess we can consider Gaster and Aster as his little favorites. Yeah it’s pretty fucked up. When I tried roleplaying him he really freaked Aster out with this kind of thinking lol once he said “That’s why I love monsters” as if he wasn’t one. Creepy weirdo.



Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Baekhyun (POV)

Rating / Genre: PG-13 / Fantasy!AU

Word Count: 3,246

Summary: Part of Kpopfanfictrash’s POV Game. Guardian, Parts IV - X. When Baekhyun’s feelings changed towards Y/N.

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Tell Me That You’ll Stay (Oliver/Felicity; T)

Ships: Oliver/Felicity

Summary:  Set post-5x17. After being patched up by Felicity, Oliver comes to in the loft. There, he and Felicity confront some home truths.

A/N: So I’m back, with another Olicity fic after the last one went down so well :) I can’t believe I’m getting back into writing these two but my muse isn’t complaining! Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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“Oliver… Oliver,” Felicity says softly, “I - show me where it hurts. And I’ll make it okay.”

Oliver reaches out, hand scrabbling until he finds her wrist. “Just… tell me that you’ll stay. With me. For now.”

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

“I love you,” he murmurs before he can stop himself. “I love you,” he says again.

And then everything goes black.

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rps are too ooc nowadays, nothing flows naturally everything is too planned and it’s just kinda bummer like plotting sometimes is cool but i loooove realism in rps, you dont meet someone in person and go ….hey, i’m about to say this to you that alright…? …yeah bro just know that a better way would be if u knew i was vegan first…., …oh alright same tho i’m just gonna pretend we’ve been bros forever…
idk if it’s a thing that started because people thought it would make a rp last longer if everyone already had these pretend histories but i’m pretty sure it’s part of the reason rps are fading more than they used to (which is saying something) and get cliquey-er way faster than before (also saying something) or maybe i’ve just outgrown rps?? and too much has changed?? i’d hate to think that because they used to make me super super happy and hyped even the basic ones

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Marco contemplated whether this was all just a big tease, another one of Janna’s pranks gone wrong, or if he really died and went to heaven. There’s no way Star actually said what she just said. Right?

After a few moments of awkward silence, the boy began to laugh. “Haha, that’s- that’s funny! I thought… I thought you said you wanted to, you know, kiss me! Hahahaha…”

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Post Addressing The Situation

As most of you know, there has been a lot going on starting a couple nights ago. A lot of things were brought to light… some I didn’t know and some I had thought might have been happening but never approached the situation because there was no evidence.

Usually I don’t answer hateful asks. I don’t write rants. I don’t comment on things in a strong/rude/aggressive manner. Y’all know that isn’t my style.

So let’s get into this…

Warning: towards the end you WILL see a side of me that is rarely seen and you will never see again because I hate to do it but… I’m heated.

So, there I was sitting and eating food like I do because that’s what I do best and all of a sudden I get a warning message on tumblr that something is about to go down.  Confused, I asked if I did something wrong to which the messenger said no and that was that.

Little did I know, it was going to turn into this huge, jumbled mess of shady, sloppy lies and manipulation.  I sat back and was told about what was spoken about me and Leena.  I couldn’t pretend to be surprised because I had suspected it, but that didn’t make me feel any better about the situation.  Things happened, my boo Leena, popped off and rightfully defended herself and we all went to bed.

Then the next day was pretty quiet.  I chose not to answer asks about the situation because I thought it would add fuel to the fire.  We’re all working through the day smoothly and then MOTHER FUCKING BAMN!  The post was made (the one by twininspiredwriting, aka Katie).

Let me start out by saying that she (twininspiredwriting) had civilly texted me that she was going to make an apology post to which I ignored the text because I was mad and didn’t want to say anything to make it worse.  What I didn’t know was that this “apology post” was going to be painting my best friend in the worst light and trying to give reason for her disliking me and Alyssa ( @pinksnapbackbullshit).

So let’s get into what I feel about what she said about me…

She had talked to me MAYBE 3-5 times and they were extremely short lived conversations so for her to judge me when she didn’t know me is unjustifiable.  So here, y’all, let me give her the proper introduction…

“Hey boo, my name is Kalia!  I don’t know you very well, but I love that you talk shit about me.  It’s really sweet of you.”

Now that the proper introduction was made, I’m going to continue.

Like girl, bye.  You don’t know shit about me.  Because of your post, I’ve got people sending me anon asks that are hateful and judging my character when I did NOTHING AND YOU KNOW THAT!

People out here running their hateful anon tumblr fingers like they tough shit when they don’t know me, all because you claimed that I have a “strong personality that you don’t like.”  If you don’t like me… don’t slide into my texts with that “I consider you a friend” bullshit.  Yeah, I got receipts.

Now onto what truly pisses me off…

Leena ( @scuteedolans).  MY BEST FRIEND. 

Here’s some background info that I feel is needed for it to make sense as to why I’m so mad.  I have told Leena about my past, and one of those very personal stories was that when I was 8, I was forced to perform sexual acts by a 13 year old.  This eventually turned into forced intercourse and lasted for 3 years until I was 11 and he was 16.  Leena knows my sensitivity to that and she knows how that situation molded me.


For someone to paint her in such a disgusting light like that is disheartening and sick.  How dare you come at her for something like that when you don’t even know her story, you don’t know what I’ve told her, you don’t know shit.

She is the most supportive, understanding, charismatic, loving person I have ever met.  She may be bold and an extrovert, but she does everything out of love and to be fun.  Stop claiming she is over-sexualizing the twins… like damn.  If you don’t like it then swerve out of her path.  When she talks about the twins one on one to me she’s never sexual.  She always talks about their personalities and how she just wants them to be happy.  It’s disgusting to think that anons are sending hate like they sleepin in the same bed as her, knowing every word she says even in her sleep.

So let me leave this message for you, and you know who you are…

I grew up having it that when I was attacked verbally or my friends are attacked verbally, you better be ready to step up.  If you’re going to hide behind your screen, you better be revealing the whole truth instead of tip toeing around everything. I don’t fuck around.  I try my best to promote positivity and remain unproblematic because I NEVER want to be someone to start shit or make things worse but right now I’m at that level where I’m done with you and I’m done with your bullshit.

Keep my name out of your mouth and more importantly, KEEP MY BEST FRIEND’S NAME OUT OF YOUR MOTHER FUCKING, PETTY ASS, LYING MOUTH!  

I’m sorry for this if as a follower of mine it upsets you.  Y’all know I never pop off like this and it’s not something I like to do.  But I’ve ignore things for too long and it’s time I let what I truly feel be said.

You will never see a post like this from me again, I promise.

Again, I apologize if this made anyone mad… but it was a long time coming.


anonymous asked:

Hey!! Silly question, and possibly very hard to answer but who do you think is Tsumugi's possible love interest before she revealed to be the mastermind?? ( keep up the good work! )

Uh… well, it all depends on what you mean. There wasn’t one, really. By virtue of always keeping herself on the sideline and acting more like an “observer” than a “participant” in the killing game, there’s really no one who Tsumugi was “paired” with for the sake of any romantic developments.

Given the fact that Kodaka didn’t exactly handle the romance aspect of ndrv3 the best, I think that’s probably a good thing. Tsumugi and Himiko in particular both really shine because they don’t have any associations with male characters, at least in my opinion.

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why i don’t believe in a relationship between yousef and noora

-in today’s clip (episode 7 clip 2) someone asked where yousef was since they were talking about virgins (and i know that they are teenage boys who talk a lot of trash but let’s just take this comment as information) which makes it kind of unrealistic to me for yousef being a fuckboy and just playing with sana without taking it to the next level with other girls

- yousef seems like a really good guy since elias even ships him with his own sister (’’when you’re sad i’m sad’’) which i’m sure he wouldn’t do if he had heard or witnessed anything negative about yousef which is another reason why i believe that he isn’t just playing with sanasol

- elias reacted very disappointed to hearing that yousef was with noora which even seemed kind of mad so i think that this wasn’t something yousef usually would do 

- julie loves to make us assume certain things with just  little information just to teach us not to judge too quickly afterwards so i’m pretty sure that this whole noora+yousef thing is just a big prank on those who pretend like skam taught them that ‘’everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. be kind. always’’ but judge and hate on everyone anyways

- he obviously loves sana

A few ways to offend the Dutch

The Dutch are pretty hard to offend. We’re all like ‘yeah whatevs’ unless….

  • Visit The Netherlands only for Amsterdam, weed and hookers. We will shake our heads and pretend you’re not there.
  • Say Black pete is racist when you don’t know anything about him. We love our black pete, which basically the opposite of racism.
  • Mispronounce 'Van Gogh’. We will hunt you down.

anonymous asked:

To each of you: What is your favorite thing about your partner?

Apollo: I’ll answer this pretty quickly now that he’s not near!

Ap: My favorite thing about Klavier is the fact that he has never lied to me. Never. And I really appreciate it.

Klavier: My favorite thing about this little man is that he sees the real me, and doesn’t judge me for who and how I really am. I don’t have to pretend being someone else when I’m with him.

kiiyudono  asked:

Ok just think about this, Hunk and Lance being the only 2 on team voltron who know how to cook and having the brilliant idea to start a "cooking show" and Hunk is all gunhoe and serious and Lance is being a little shit and making cooking puns 24/7

i’m honestly so thankful for this ask i needed this in my life far more than i realized


  • they pretty much force Pidge into filming the whole thing for them, Pidge pretends to be against the idea at first but they’re so into it. They try every food these two manage to whip up.
    • “Lance what even is this” “Uh, excuse you, it’s food, obviously.” “It looks like a moldy hotdog you overcooked for about a year” “RUDE”
  • there’s an entire “segment” where they blindfold Keith and tell him to guess which foods he’s eating but he gets it horrendously way off base just about every time.
    • *feeding Keith oatmeal* “uh, salsa?”
    • the only one he gets right is this extra-obscure dish Hunk practically made up on the spot but Keith manages to list almost every ingredient correctly. nobody understands. Lance is scared. 
  • Shiro walks in in the midst of the Great Superior Cake Flavor Discourse™ in which Keith, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge have simultaneously lost any shred of respect for eachother they once had. 
    • Keith demands Red Velvet is best
    • Lance is horrified and disgusted that Keith has never had ice cream cake before
      • “Have you ever even lived? ”
      • “Why would I even want to freeze my mouth while eating cake anyways? It doesn’t make sense.”
      • “You goddamn TRAITOR–”
    • Hunk is a firm defender of Double Chocolate Everything
    • Pidge will Destroy Anyone Who Says Carrot Cake Isn’t Amazing
    • Shiro tries really hard to stay out of the Discourse™ but he eventually admits he loves Vanilla. They just kinda. Let him have the win there.
  • Allura is SO into the whole idea. she thinks this is the greatest team exercise the paladins have though of yet. 
    • until she tries exactly One (1) dish and nearly passes out in disgust. then War Breaks Out. Coran is recruited. it’s Alteans vs. Paladins and nobody is safe. Run.
    • this was a bad idea
    • “Do Alteans even have tastebuds?!”
    • “Do humans?! What the quiznak is a– a cheeseburger?!?!?”
    • [[Paladins screaming]]
  • It ends in a giant foodfight but honestly what else did you expect
    • nobody is victorious but everyone IS covered in some variation of food goo
    • you’d think on a ship this big there’d be more showers
      • there really isn’t
      • War 2.0 breaks out immediately afterwards
      • there are No Friends in a Race For The Shower
      • none
A very pressing issue - Bursting during a chemistry tutorial

I see this has attracted quite a lot of curious asks lately, so I am just going to give you the full account. This has to be the most desperate for a toilet I have ever been in my life and still have made it in time. Well, ‘made it in time’ is quite a broad term, so I would rather say that ‘I did not wet myself’.
It all happened when I was in the last year of college, about 18 years old and, in preparation for uni, I was taking some private chemistry tutorials. There were always three people at the tutorials, namely a girl I used to go to college with who was taking the same tutorials, the professor and yours truly.

So this chemistry professor we went to for the tutorials lived in a block of flats on like the last floor out of 10. She was really nice, easy going and most importantly very good at what she did. However, I imagine you are not interested in her didactic skills, so I’m just going to leave it there and say she always liked to treat us to cake, biscuits, all sorts of snacks she might have had around and obviously drinks. Usually Fanta or coke, sparkling water, home-made elderflower cordial (yum, absolutely amazing). So that elderflower cordial that was so nice, I must have drunk about half of that 2 litre bottle, which is quite a lot to drink over two hours, even for somebody with a bladder the size of mine.  But my colleague was having quite a lot of the drink herself, as it was very nice, so I didn’t feel like a pork for downing glass after glass instead of paying attention to well covalent bonds and other sexy chemistry stuff.

Anyway, all that liquid eventually decided it wants to come out and in no time whatsoever it got me in a very, very desperate need of a toilet. In spite of the fact that my colleague got up to use the toilet at least twice from what I remember, I didn’t. And that is for two reasons, both of which stem from the fact that I am quite pee shy. First of all I just didn’t want to admit I had to pee and needed to relieve myself and secondly, the fact that (knowing myself all too well) I realized even if I did go to the toilet, I probably could not pee which would only make things worse at that point in time and with a bladder that full. The bathroom wall was literally behind where the professor sat at the desk and you could pretty much hear everything that was happening beyond that wall, in the bathroom. And because I had to go so badly, it was definitely going to be a very loud and hissy pee and that kinda of embarrassed me and made me want to keep holding till I left. So that’s what I did, I just pretended nothing was going on and somehow managed to concentrate on chemistry and all that even though I was absolutely dying for a wee. I started getting those shivers and a bit of a cold sweat and could not wait for the tutorial to end.

I was going out in town straight after and I figured I can hold it until I get to the pub, or that was the plan at least. The tutorial finished eventually, so we left. Obviously, I had to wait for my colleague to get her shoes on and coat and all that and standing there like that just made my desperation ten times worse. Anyway, going down in the lift together with my colleague I got those very distinctive waves/electric tingles as I like to call them as well as some very intense bladder spasms and realised then and there it would be impossible for me to get to town dry, which would have been about half an hour journey by bus. So, as the lift was slowly making its way to the ground floor, I decided I need to head home as soon as possible as that would be the closest toilet around as I lived only 10 minutes walk away from the professor. Yes, that was now the plan. Rush home, pee in my own toilet and then head to town.  But something made me change my mind just as I was stepping out of the lift, namely the fact that I had started to piss myself.

A big fat spurt hits my boxers, and then another one and another one. Yes, I lied, I did wet myself a little, but that’s not my fault ok? Dark jeans suddenly came to seem like an amazing choice to wear that early evening, but I still had to admit to myself there was no chance for me to even making it home dry. So I told my colleague I have to go up again because I have forgotten something. In all honesty, I don’t remember very clearly what I said I left behind, since I was downright panicking at that point with pee already having soaked my boxers through. So I turned around and ran, or walked very fast as running would have been simply impossible, to the lift where I had to wait for it to come down again. I will not attempt to describe the pee dance here, but I can safely say I have never pee danced like that in my entire life. I eventually got in the lift, pressed the button for the top floor and in a swift, frantic move got my cock out and started peeing all over that lift as it was slowly ascending. I could hear the pee running down and hitting the bottom of the shaft. There’s a rather nice echo to a desperate pee in a lift shaft.

Of course I didn’t finish peeing by the time the lift got to the 10th floor, so I had to press the button now for the ground floor and continue to casually relieve myself there. I did finish before we arrived on the ground floor and I stepped out much more relaxed and in less of a hurry than the first time, though now I had to go home and change before I could make my way to meet my friends in town.

imagine student!luke being this sorta popular dude at school bc wowie was that boy pretty, but but but he just never smiles so your ultimate goal would be to get him to do just that bc you’re sure his smile was probably like sunshine and happiness and all things wonderful so during one of your shared classes you’d sit next to him and nudge your knee with his as you told him a super lame joke like “how many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” and he’d just continuously tap his pencil on the desk and respond “oh god not this again” and you’d place your hands on his cheeks and yell out “TEN-TICKLES” and luke would just roll his eyes (while everyone else in the class looked at you confusingly) and go back to taking notes and you’d huff bc nOTHING WAS WORKING ok so you’d go home that night and find the absolute worst joke that was so horrible he would have to like it omg so first thing the next morning youd run to lukes locker but before you even had the chance to say anything luke would shut his locker and say cOMPLETELY MONOTONE “the dyslexic devil worshipper sold his soul to santa” and it would be so out of nowhere you’d just drop down to your knees and be laughing so hard, to which he’d say “aw that wasn’t even a pick up line and ive already got you on your knees” which would make you laugh even more as luke helped you stand back up and all of a sudden lukes smirk would turn into the brightest smile ever as he watched you continue to giggle and tuck your hair behind your ear and the second you saw that you’d be on your tiptoes to boop his nose as you yelled “I KNEW IT I KNEW YOUR SMILE WAS THE EPITOME OF SUNSHINE” and he’d grab onto your hand and pull you into him and say “sunshine huh? well, now im pretty happy michael told me to act like myself instead of pretending your jokes weren’t the funniest things…you think im sunshine” and you’d blush and laugh “and happiness and everything wonderful” and he’d smile some more and then lean down and kiss your cheek and whisper “say it again, sweetheart” which would make the two of you burst into fits of laughter again as you just kept sing-songing ‘sunshine’ over and over and i dunno about you but i hate luke hemmings wow

samyazaz  asked:

Leverage OT3: "you’re always finding weird trinkets in your clothes such as colourful feathers, smooth rocks, glinting scales or peculiar miniature marble carvings and you don’t know where they’re coming from but they’re actually good luck charms that i slip into pockets"

(An anon asked for this too, so here it is for both of you!)

Hardison isn’t totally sure when it starts, because he doesn’t actually clean out his pockets that much. They’re usually full of supplies, anyway, only not bulging thanks to the amazing powers of the tailors Sophie recommended, and he only upends them when he needs something or when his clothes need washing.

Eliot’s the reason he figures it out, which Hardison is never going to admit, because Eliot will say snotty things about situational awareness and Hardison is going to have to sabotage his shampoo company’s supply chain again to get him to stop being smug. Not that that ever happened.

Eliot keeps his pockets clear, though, which is why Hardison is a little surprised when they’re relaxing after a mission and Eliot makes some kind of face and pulls a feather out of his shirt pocket before frowning at it for about ten seconds.

“Don’t tell me, it’s a distinctive feather or something,” says Hardison, rolling his eyes.

“Blue jay, probably,” says Eliot, because he definitely grew up in the woods. “I didn’t put it in there. The pocket was buttoned all day, and it’s not the season for them in this part of the country.”

Hardison shrugs. “It’s probably nothing, man, just got in there in your laundry basket or something.”

“Right,” says Eliot, in the Hardison-you’re-an-idiot tone of voice he’s perfect so well.

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@tomikinn i tried my best so here’s the tutorial!(?)

side note: lineless art is rlly different for a lot of people and u can figure out your own tips n’ tricks, this is just a (somewhat simplified!!) version of how i do it!

so first i make a mediocre circle

then i fill it in n’ add the lines for the hair

then i continue to add things till i get to the torso, which i draw pretty carelessly

then i draw the outline for the hoodie (i draw the torso less carelessly if there will be no hoodie obvi lmao)

then i uh

then i fill that in

i just realized i filled in the spot with the shirt too lets pretend i didn’t do that

then i add Them Lines

then a bg and  B O O M ur done

im sorry i can’t explain things for s h i t


anyway i hope this helps! :’)

Honesty - Jackunzel

AHAHA I FINALLY DID IT I WROTE THE FIC.  Jackunzel fic based off the song I’d Lie.  Enjoy!

He picks her up every morning for school.  On cold days she can see the exhaust making little clouds from the tailpipe of his car as she runs out to greet him, pea coat hugged tightly around her.  He drives a beat-up white Acura.  She can always tell that it’s Jack’s because there’s a scratch just below the window on the passenger’s side.  She’d never say it, but she always gets butterflies when she sees his car pull up to her walkway.

“You’re car’s always so cluttered,” she jabs as she slides into the front seat.  She has to push aside at least six CDs and several half-drunken bottles of soda just to have a place on the floor to put her bag.  

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware I was driving the princess of England this morning.”  He shrugs carelessly, but he’s still wearing that trademark smirk that Rapunzel pretends doesn’t cause a blush to crawl up her cheeks.

“Don’t you mean the queen of England?”

“Nah, you strike me more as a princess type.”

“Well, then.”

“Indeed.  So how was your night?”

She shrugs and looks out the window.  He always drives way too fast on their way to school.  “Uneventful.” She sighs.  She leaves out the part where she replayed all of his expressions in her head.  She changes the subject.  “Did you finish that awful history paper Roth assigned us?”

His eyes are wide as he snaps around to face her.  They’re blue.  Bright blue.  (When they first met, she told him he had “jolly rancher blue” eyes).  But she knows this.  She’s known that for years now.  But it’s still startling to her, every time his gaze meets hers.  She feels her face flush and hopes he doesn’t notice.

“That was due today?” 

 His words snap her out of her thoughts.  “Yeah…” she says finally, then raises a suspicious brow.  “You didn’t do it, did you?”

Jack rolls his head back.  “I forgooot.” He moans.

“Eyes on the road, sir.” Rapunzel scolds back.

He rolls his jolly rancher eyes and swerves around, just to make her nervous.  This earns him a look from her.  Rapunzel suspects one of Jack’s favorite things to do is push her buttons.  And one of her favorite things in turn is to pretend she doesn’t get butterflies every time he does.

“Think I could do it during lunch?”

“You could try,” she sighs.  “But don’t expect me to help you.”  Another lie.  She helps him every single time this happens, which is pretty much every month.

Jack raises his hands in surrender before returning them to the wheel.  Rapunzel holds her breath as a thought comes into her head.  The same thought that’s been in her head for weeks.  It’s the getting the courage to actually say something part that’s got her silent.  Just…ease into it, she tells herself.

“So did you hear Kristoff asked Anna to prom yesterday?”

Jack glances back at her.  “Yeah? Good for him.  They’re a cute couple.”  The car fills up with silence and now she’s forgotten how to make words as she picks at her pale pink dress.  

“Are you going?” she finally asks, and winces because even at normal volume her voice pierces the silence.  

His nose scrunches up before he casually shakes his head.  “Eh, I don’t think so.”

“How come?” her reply is a little too fast, a little too eager.

He laughs so easily and shrugs.  “I dunno, there’s no one I wanna take.  The whole thing is just a little too cheesy romantic, you know?”

She laughs with him, despite the wringing feeling in her stomach.  “Totally.” She rolls her eyes. 


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A little oneshot about a little future!sq and a little bean on the way. 

Rated M for my awful language.

“I hope she doesn’t ever want to go through the mists.”

She is warm and settled, pressed tight somewhere cozy between heavy sheets and tangled limbs.  He breathes the quiet sentiment into the place where her neck and shoulder meet, covering over the multitude of kisses he’s already brushed lovingly into the same spot.

There are so many reasons the words cause a lift in her brow.


His arm shifts around her waist, thumb still playing gently at the raised skin beneath her ribs that had nearly been the end of her life.

(He’d heard the story, when he found the trio of wounds their first night together.

“Wait, hold up—they shot Kree bodily fluids into your system, on a whim?”

“It was a little more than a whim,” she laughed into his chest before peering up at him smiling through her lashes, “They were trying to help.”

She’d liked how his expression was dubious and admiring all in one, liked how his fingers played blindly at the hardened wounds she saw only as imperfections.

“Seriously, please remind me to run the other direction the next time S.H.I.E.L.D. tells me they’re trying to help.”

She liked, too, how he kissed her hard and deliberate again, anyway.)

The scars are raised up a little higher than usual on her hardly flat stomach—just beginning to show.

“He, she—I hope our spawn doesn’t want to do the whole damn superhero thing.  You’ll really have to tone down the coolness of it all.  We could even do a whole Spy Kids routine and be secret secret agent parents,” he pauses as she shifts onto her back, craning to see the smirk that has lit his far too excited expression—and he presses a fleeting kiss to her dubiously wrinkled brow before continuing, “the closet could be a secret passageway.”

“Did you even see Spy Kids?” She challenges, rolling her eyes and hiding her smile against his shoulder.  “The kids probably should have died.  Spy Kids is not a good source to draw your inspiration from.”

He’s still smiling and she untangles a hand from between the sheets, poking his chin.

“Also, don’t think the ‘she’ has been forgotten,” she settles her palm on her belly and grins at him, “you want it to be a her.”

“You can’t prove anything.”

“I can prove everything.  You are a remarkably shit liar for a secret secret agent.”

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