it had been a while omg

NCT When You Like Cuddling Up to Them

Requested by: anonymous ;))) (omg wowie it’s sure been a while since i’ve updated i hope you didn’t forget about this request omg sORRYY)

Submission: “Hi sorry for forgetting the unit! Guess I was too excited lol~ I’ll re-request^^ NCT 127 + Kun reaction to when their s/o loves cuddling up to them randomly just because they like being close! Thank you again ^-^”

Genre: fluff

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blacksmithgendry  asked:

*otp thought of today* do you ever just think about how happy Arya was during a small portion of ASoS and cry because Gendry made some of that possible??? this ship was such a beacon of light during the bleakest of times. so pure and good and innocent :')

YEAH like omg those few chapters in asos where arya doesnt say her list!!! and is on the way to be reunited with her family while chilling with her bff gendry are everything. i know the story had other plans but they shouldve been able to rest and play forever and ever. no more pain and suffering. thats why the scene with hot pie breaks my heart. arya didnt know if the war would ever be over :((( still…..arya and gendry found a little bit of peace during it and that makes all the difference


I read The King’s Men last week, and still can’t come to my sences. While I was reading All tor the Game series, I was going through all the possible emotions. Omg, I’ve never been SO emotional before, really. These three books costed me some sleepless nights because I just couldn’t stop but they were worth it. I wish I had a terrible memory so I could read this series again, and again, and again, and feel again, and again, and again…

Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanficiton)

You remember when I said I can’t write fanficiton for shit? Well here we go! My best attempt! If you like it please let me know! I’m working on Chapter 2! Takes place after season 2, after finding Shiro (because Shiro will come back I will not accept anything else omg). 











Lance and the Voltron Team go on a mission that goes horribly wrong. Lance is left behind to be interrogated by the mysterious Galra Prince Lotor. The team must rush to get him back at all costs. 

Chapter 1: Well, Great.

Lance awoke to the same face he had been seeing for a while now. That’s the thing about space, it’s hard to tell the time. But this Prince Lotor guy was making it even harder since he didn’t let Lance sleep more than an hour at a time, well he hoped it was an hour.

Team Voltron had been floating across the galaxy and found a distress beacon from a nearby planet. When they landed Allura asked the people what was wrong since they seemed pretty peachy for apparently being under distress. They lead the Voltron team to these large trees, like huge, way bigger than Earth’s trees. They entered a kind of makeshift elevator and when they reached the top they saw the problem.

A huge Galra ship hanging in the sky above them. No movement, nothing firing, just sitting there in the atmosphere above the planet. Obviously the people had panicked, sounded the distress beacon but the ship hadn’t done anything for a full week. The ship was making the people nervous so they left the beacon on hoping someone would come help them.

It was weird. Really weird. So of course they had to check it out. Team Voltron. Wooh. Anyway so eventually they went back to the castle. Allura and Coran did every scan they thought of and well they found no signs of life. Also weird. But they couldn’t destroy the ship, not from the castle. The shields were still up and they had to be disabled. So someone, namely Pidge had to get on the ship, disable the shield and get out so the castle could blast it out of the sky. Simple.

First of all Lance was the only one to think that maybe this wasn’t a great idea. Everyone else was convinced the scans worked, that no one was on the ship. Of course they went in still on alert but you know, things never go well for the paladin in blue. So Pidge was escorted by Lance and Keith while Hunk and Shiro waited with the castle just in case.

They entered the ship no problem. Not a big deal. Even got to the control panel without a hitch. But as soon as Pidge so much as touched the console things went to shit, real quick. When Pidge touched the console it set off some sort of alarm, out of nowhere Lance heard guards gathering outside the control room door. He and Keith readied their bayards then the comms went nuts. Shiro, Hunk and the castle had been surrounded by a Galra fleet. There was no escape. It had been a trap.

So Lance made a decision and a dangerous one. Without thinking he grabbed Keith and Pidge by the back of their uniforms and threw them over the edge of the control board, down a long drop where a vent lead to the outside of the ship. Pidge made a surprise squeak with Keith yelling Lance’s name. Lance turned and began to fire on the Galra soldiers. He knew what he had to do.

“I’m gonna blow the ship. Get as far away as you can, wormhole out if you have to!” He shouted over the comms.

There was muffled sounds of protest from Shiro and Hunk before the comms went dead completely. Great now they couldn’t communicate. The guards were piling through the door like mice escaping a hole. He had to hope that by now Pidge and Keith had made it far enough away, he couldn’t hold them any longer. So he turned his back, taking what cover he could from the tons of fire. He aimed at the crystal in front of him. He needed to break it. So he looked where he could fire. Where the crystal attached, he’s sure he can hit it. He aims, a shot from one of the guards hits him in the shoulder. Doesn’t matter. He breathes and fires. The shot hit sure and true and the crystal began to crack, sparks coming from it. Lance jumped into the cavern, going down the shaft to the vent. The crystal explodes.

Lance can’t hear anything, the explosion must have blown an ear drum. His back feels hot, spinning out of control into open air, jet pack not functioning. Great. Blue isn’t near enough to get to him. He had no idea how the castle was if everyone was okay. But the g-forces were causing his head to spin and he began to lose consciousness. His last thought was, I hope everyone gets out okay. Lance’s vision goes black as he continues to tumble towards the planet’s surface.

Everyone sees it, they hear it too. Keith and Pidge managed to get back to the castle in one piece right before the whole ship goes up. The explosion would have been spectacular if it wasn’t so frightening. Hunk and Shiro stopped fight just of a moment in sheer horror as the whole ship explodes. Lance was on that ship.

But the explosion works. The fleet takes damage, the explosion bigger than usual since they were fighting in the atmosphere rather than space. It takes out several ships. They have a chance to escape.

But everyone is frozen. Until they see it. A tiny figure tail spinning out of control in a blue and white suit.

“Lance!” Shiro shouts, trying to get to him before he hits the surface. But enemies were replacing the destroyed ones and he couldn’t get there in time.

Suddenly the ship that had hung back for the entire battle did something none of them expected. It sent out a beam of purple light and shined it on Lance’s out of control form. Lance’s body went limp, still and then slowly began to drag him toward the Galra ship.

Keith yelled, “They’re taking him!”

“We have to get him!” Pidge insisted. She hated the way he was limp, was he unconscious or worse?

They rushed to go get their lions. But Allura’s voice stopped them.

“YOU CANNOT!” She shouted.

Everyone paused even Shiro and Hunk who were still fighting outside the castle but they heard it over the comms. They had never heard Allura scream like that.

“We must wormhole out, we cannot win this fight.” She said this time barely a whisper.

There was a stunned silence before Keith of all people shouted.

“That’s LANCE out there! He just risked his life to give us a chance! We can’t abandon him!” Keith said, outraged.

Allura took in a breath.

“That is exactly why we need to go. Now. Lance bought us time. We can’t waste it.” She turned to them, tears in her eyes. Keith’s rage quickly melted.

“We will come back for him. We will find him and bring him home. However we need to be alive to do that. I’m certain we would not survive an assault on that ship. We must leave. Now.” Allura said tears streaking down her cheeks.

She wiped them the best she could and went to the comms telling Hunk and Shiro to come back. They were going to wormhole out. Reluctantly they came back, looking pale and worried. The ship made the wormhole, leaving the Galra and Lance behind.

Lance’s head felt heavy. His back felt worse, dry and stinging. He was being suspended against a wall. Arms, legs and torso bound by heavy thick clamps on the walls. Everything hurt. He slowly raised his head, moving it seemed to make it worse but he needed to see where he was. He knew he wasn’t in the castle but where exactly was he?

He blinked his eyes. Realizing quickly that one was having trouble seeing, which is a great thing to add to his ever growing list of problems. The room was dark with metal floors, walls and ceiling. Purple lights lined the walls in a linear pattern. He recognized that purple anywhere. He was on a Galra ship. Great.

He spent time looking over his injuries. He took a shot to the shoulder, he remembered that. But the rest must have been from the explosion or the free fall. His back was burnt, realizing the sensation. His left eye couldn’t see very well, vision was dark and tinted red. He could feel a cut over his eyebrow pulsing and swollen. His jaw felt fat and burned. The clamps were holding him to the wall a bit too tight and it seemed hard to draw a good breath. What a mess.

Soon the door flew open, showering the room in purple light. A tall man stepped in, long white hair and purple skin. Yellow almost glowing eyes looked at Lance with an interest that made his skin crawl. He was wearing armor, fancy armor. This guy was definitely in charge. Lance smirked, confidence couldn’t fail him now.

“Who are you? Zarkon’s replacement?” Lance asked, smug

The man took a moment and smiled.

“Yes, something like that.” He confirmed.

Lance was a little stunned, he honestly hadn’t expected him to answer.

“What, really?!” Lance asked, shocked.

The man smiled.

“My name is Prince Lotor, I am Zarkon’s son.” He took a step forward, examining Lance a little closer.

Once satisfied with being a creep he backed off.

”I must inform you that your fellow paladins have abandoned you.” Lotor said.

Lance breathed a small breath of relief. So they did get out. Good. That’s good, Lance thought although he couldn’t help the lump forming in his throat.

“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Lance said confidently.

Well he hoped anyway. Lotor paused and smile kept on his face.

“If that’s the case, how about we get started?”

Lance swallowed the lump was getting bigger. Two guards from the hallway came through the door.

“Bring it big ears.” Lance smirked.

Lotor’s face didn’t change, not even a twitch of anger. Now that Lance could see him up close, for a Galra he was pretty handsome. Nice hair. Although he seemed not all Galra. Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that but something about him read a little more of something else.

Lotor took a step closer, the guards following him closely as a flood of more people came into the room. Druids, that’s what their called. Cloaked with masks but the creepy witch lady wasn’t there which was a relief. But they shuffled in with metal floating boxes and began to take out what Lance had to guess was torture devices which wasn’t so great.

Lotor began to talk.

“You are the blue paladin of Voltron, riding the blue lion which also is a leg of Voltron. You were injured due to the explosion on the false ship over the planet of Neva. You escaped through a vent but the explosion was rather close to you. You were sent into the atmosphere were the gravity forced you unconscious. Our ship rescued you before you hit the planet. Once on board we treated some of your wounds so you did not die. But we left the majority that were not life threatening. Once you were brought aboard our ship the rest of the paladins used the explosion to escape us via wormhole.” Lotor smiled.

“This is the information we know. You see Zarkon was not one to share information with others. He unfortunately did not leave me any information about Voltron or its paladins. So I must gather the information myself.” He paused as a druid handed him something small and metallic.

The lump in Lance’s throat was growing bigger. He wanted to go home. He was scared. Terrified. But somewhere in the back of his mind which was flooded with terror rose something else. He remembered he protected the team. They were fine and were going to live for another day. Something in Lance clicked in place like a gear in his body was replaced with something stronger.

It didn’t matter. What happened to him didn’t matter. He must do everything he can to keep everyone safe. His emotions became steel and the breath that had been coming too quickly slowed. The fear was still there but that was natural the rest was made of unmoving steel.

Lance looked at Lotor his eyes narrowing and smirk plastered all over his face. He was not afraid.

“Why don’t you just get started then? Quit the chatter.” Lance snarled.

Lotor paused and blinked momentarily surprised. But then his smile grew across his face.

“Oh. I will have fun breaking you.”

So quick. Lance didn’t even register as Lotor took the small metal object and shoved it through Lance’s hand. Lance screamed.

My Hubby gets aroused when I act Slutty

I guess I am lucky because my hubby gets sexually aroused when I act Slutty..

I don’t do it very often, 2 or 3 times a month with various old friends I keep in contact with.

I don’t tell Hubby until a month or so later when we have both been drinking and are in bed and in between me sucking Hubby’s Cock

I’ve been doing this off and on for the past 5 years. Never more than 3 times a month.

A few years ago while I was at a friend’s place he asked me if I’d like a few of his friends as well. I was shocked at first. Then interested. I said, “you mean like a gangbang” He said “exactly”

I blushed and said, “Well… ok… just once…”

OMG… we did everything or I should say they had me doing everything.

At one point, I was giving one of them a blowjob while the second guy was fucking me and I had the third guys dick in my hand jerking him off.

For some reason, all 3 guys got me to finish them off by sucking their cocks and having them cum on my face, 3 loads of cum, one right after the other.

Even as I drove home, my clit was still tingling and twitching!

I couldn’t wait to tell my husband

Obi-Wan indulged in his own swift smile. Yes. They were indeed working in sync. And he realized then how much he’d missed this. Had missed Anakin and the way they could read each other without the need for clumsy words. They were a better team than even he and Qui-Gon had been. And while he understood completely the need for them to unravel their partnership-not only because of the war, but also because Anakin was a Jedi Knight now, with his own responsibilities, still… he felt sharp regret.

Working without Anakin was like working half blind.

—  Star Wars The Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth
The Impossible Duet - Request

Requested by anon:  Can you do a Sherlock imagine where the reader plays the viola.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,294

Warnings: None.

A/N: I got so excited while writing this, omg.


Originally posted by violincameos

A mellifluous noise invaded the whole Baker Street, cheering the passer-by’s day as the sound of it got to their ears. It was coming out from that coarse flat at 221B, and even when the neighbours were used to Sherlock’s afternoon playing, they got surprised by the different vibe that melody had.

It was obvious it wasn’t Sherlock playing.

To anyone with a trained ear and basic knowledge on musical instruments, it would’ve been obvious that the source of the sound wasn’t coming from Sherlock’s violin, but rather from a viola that belonged to the mysterious woman behind the yellow curtains.

Mysterious until then, at least. The whole street gathered under the open window as the silhouette of a delicate being waltzed around gracefully as it played. If she hadn’t been so nubivagant in that moment, she would’ve noticed the cheers, and the applause as well as the chit-chat the old ladies held about her.

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Oh look, another dumb crappy comic! lmao Seto ranting about some shit. Probably involving Yuugi and his friends. This is it. This is the show.

This was way funnier in my head. I had this idea a while back and wanted to scribble it out before I forgot about it again. I have a lot of ideas rolling around in my head, it’s just a matter of digging through them. I’ll need a shovel.

Drunk [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Could u pls do one where the reader is younger and has never been drunk or had sex and rick has always been the closest to her and watched out for her. So one night he lets her get drunk at his house while he stays sober to watch after her and she gets wasted and horny and tells him shes a virgin and comes onto him but he keeps saying no bc she’s too young. But she starts taking off her clothes and seducing him and he gives in. Thnk u so much! 💕

OMG, I LOVED this request. Enjoy anon! ❤️

Words: 2,246

Warnings: Smut, Loss of virginity, seduction, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, swearing

A/N: Ohhhh dear lord, this is some filth right here! 

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anonymous asked:

omg what abt ignis proposing to/marrying his s/o

This request is my everything, even though it’s been sitting around for a while. Thank you.

Happy birthday Iggy, you’re getting married *pops confetti*

The Proposal

  • You know this guy didn’t mess around for as long as Prompto did. Granted, he still had the ring for entirely too long, in his opinion, but he didn’t have it for months. He did all his planning ahead of time.
  • Okay. He had the ring for a week in advance. His s/o considers it impressive that he asked so quickly, but he thinks it’s about four days too many. Don’t listen to him. His s/o knows better.
  • The proposal is quiet for the sole reason that the other bros aren’t even sure if Ignis’ s/o is a real person. They have suspicions that Ignis is in a relationship, but they can confirm nothing, since Ignis never talks about it and they’ve never even met the fabled s/o. (Except they have, they just didn’t know that Ignis was in a relationship with them)
  • So yeah, the proposal
  • The two of them are at home. There’s soft music playing in the background, Ignis is cooking, his s/o is sitting at the island in the kitchen and reading a book aloud to him while handing him various utensils. It’s so domestic and Ignis can feel his heart swelling at the thought of the rest of his life being like this.
  • Ignis stowed the ring away in one of the cupboards earlier while his s/o was unaware. It’s in this plain little box, and it’s similar looking to the contents of the cupboard so it’s easily overlooked.
  • Well, yes, they’re cooking together. Ignis is beyond entertained by the different accents his s/o is using for each of the characters, and even though he’s lost interest in the contents of the book itself, their voice never ceases to hold his attention.
  • The food is done before long, and Ignis grabs some wine glasses and the box with the ring in it while his s/o is arranging the food and the table. 
  • Ignis is literally so excited, he’s internally bouncing in place, but he keeps his calm face on. He’s not nervous, okay, maybe a little, okay, maybe a lot. He’s really nervous and really excited.
  • His worst nightmare is that he stutters when proposing to his s/o.
  • So the two of them are eating dinner, right? And Ignis is holding a good enough conversation with them, until –
  • “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for some time now.”
  • At first his s/o is worried that they did something wrong. Ignis has this look on his face, and even though there’s adoration so clear in his eyes, there’s something else that puts them off. It’s intense determination. He reaches for their hand across the table and interlocks their fingers.
  • “The time that we’ve spent seeing each other has been the best time of my life. I wouldn’t trade this for anything. I value it – I value you, more than all of Eos. (Y/N), I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you, and so I ask–” He removes himself from his seat to kneel in front of his s/o and presents them the ring. “Will you marry me?”
  • His s/o can’t even vocalize an answer. They nod frantically and grab his face, pulling him up to kiss him. They can feel Ignis’ grin against their lips, and they’re grinning too. The kiss, and every one after that, is sweet and filled to the brim with the love they share for each other.

The Wedding

  • When Ignis announces that he’s getting married, Noctis and Prompto are shocked, but Gladio just grins. “That’s 500 gil you guys owe me.” Pfft, apparently they knew more than they let on. The other bros weren’t sure that the s/o existed, but if they did, then they were probably getting married to Ignis. Doubtless.
  • When they’re planning the wedding, Ignis and his s/o get into a deep discussion about the differences between eggshell and cream. They instead decide on grays and blacks with splashes of greens and blues. 
  • Their wedding looks like those cool edits where everything is in black and white except the flowers and the people, which are in color.
  • The wedding is mildly extravagant. There’s enough people for it to be a little crowded but nothing overwhelming. It’s the perfect size, really. 
  • Ignis is standing at the altar. Gladio is best man, but really so are Prompto and Noctis. They’re all best man. They’re equally best. But Gladio is standing the closest to Ignis.
  • Ignis isn’t wearing gloves, but he wishes he was because his palms are so sweaty and his hands won’t stop shaking. The gravity of this all hit him like a ton of bricks. He’s getting married. He’s dedicating the rest of his life to one person. Holy shit.
  • Gladio notices how nervous Ignis is and literally just claps a hand against his back and tells him to relax. Ignis sends him a withering look.
  • When Ignis sees his s/o walking down the aisle towards him… wow.
  • He’s not sure if his jaw is actually brushing against the ground or not. He takes this really sharp inhale of breath because he’s just taken back by how amazing they look. All the words in the world wouldn’t do the image of his s/o justice.
  • They’re both beaming at each other. The vows are said with such conviction that literally everyone at the ceremony is either grinning or “aww”-ing under their breath.
  • It’s time for the kiss. Ignis breaks out the biggest smile anyone’s ever seen on him and cups his s/o’s face with both hands, then leans in and kisses them – maybe a little bit too passionately for an audience, but he doesn’t even care. He’s so happy he’s got someone who he’s going to share the rest of his life with.
  • Ignis shoves the whole cake slice into his spouse’s face. Like, the whole slice. His s/o snatches the specs off his nose and then returns the favor. They kiss again, cake bits and icing falling into the embrace.
  • There’s almost no spot of the dance floor left untouched by the sweeping waltz that is Ignis and his s/o’s dance together. Everyone at the ceremony can confirm that the dance is the most graceful thing they’ve seen on the planet.
  • If you thought Prompto was bad about stealing kisses, watch out for Ignis. He’s the expert at sneaky kisses. Except he’s not actually being sneaky tonight, and he and his s/o are called out a couple of times by the bros for excessive PDA. Ignis just smirks at them. “My wedding,” he says simply, then kisses his s/o again.

Sekai x Selcas in 2016


I’ve been slowly dipping my toe back into reading fic after something of a very long break. A little while ago, I saw that @tetrahedrals had posted the last chapter of their fic, April Come She Will. It completely slipped under my radar, but the beginning of the chapter seemed really promising when I caught it on my dash (I think I didn’t realize it was a final chapter at first!), so I opened in in a tab to “read later.”

Later took a little longer than anticipated, but I finished the story today and…

I don’t want to give anything away. I really don’t. It’s predominantly Varric POV, talking about the events of DA2/DA:I (especially regarding Hawke). No matter where you fall on the “these are my usual/not my usual pairings” spectrum; no matter how you usually envision Hawke; no matter what Inquisitor you played, please give this fic a chance. It is brilliant. Varric’s voice as narrator is spot-on. It is full of absolutely gorgeous character moments and just plain beautiful language.

And the emotions.

When I got to the end, I was so overwhelmed by my emotions, I couldn’t actually process them. Really. No exaggeration (or hyperbole).  @w0rdinista thought there was something wrong with me. (There was. Emotions.) I had to lie down on the floor. (The dogs were confused.) My hands were actually shaking. I felt like the world was closing in around my ears. I couldn’t actually form whole sentences.

April Come She Will is that emotionally powerful. It is a story, I think, that will haunt me. It’s definitely one I will read again. I cannot recommend it highly enough.

Bravo, @tetrahedrals. Thank you so much for sharing this story. Truly.

anonymous asked:

do you remember this photoset you made and it said "When you stop and think about what it meant to Katsura to have Gintoki there ಥ_ಥ" .. LIke what did you mean omg

It’s really pretty self-explanatory. At least, I thought it was when I made the post, but of course I’ll explain it to you no problem!

Katsura lost his family and he was alone until he got Gintoki, Takasugi, and Shouyou. Katsura admired Shouyou, but he didn’t really get attached or open up until Gintoki got under his skin. Gintoki has been and always will be very special to Katsura. However, after what happened with Shouyou, Katsura had convinced himself and was sure that while he might see Gintoki from time to time, they couldn’t have what they had in the past. All the Joui had gone their separate ways and that tore Katsura up, but he had no choice but to come to terms with that and find a way to move on with his life as well. That he ended up still near Gintoki makes perfect sense because even if their bond isn’t what it used to be because of everything that happened, Katsura wasn’t prepared to fully lose those he’d come to care so much about. Gintoki is the one that Katsura couldn’t quite stand to have out of his sights completely.

So, Katsura is going off with Sakamoto and he’s convinced that it’s just going to be the two of them. He has to figure out how to do everything that needs to be done without two of the three people he has always relied on to have his back in these situations. He wants Gintoki there with him, he feels stronger with Gintoki there, but after everything Gintoki did for Katsura’s sake, it’s clear Katsura never felt like he had a place to ask for more of Gintoki. Katsura wanted to take some of that burden off of Gintoki’s shoulders and he’d been fully prepared to do that.

But then Gintoki showed up and you can just see the change in Katsura’s face in the gifset I made:

He’s fucking shocked that Gintoki showed up, it’s written all over his face. And it means the absolute world to him because it changes everything. Gintoki is more than just a strong fighter to Katsura, he’s a symbol, an emotional support – Gintoki stands for something in Katsura’s mind. Having Gintoki there is the difference between going into battle naked and going in fully armed. Katsura is fully capable of kicking plenty of ass on his own, but having Gintoki there with him is mentally stabilizing for Katsura. Gintoki’s appearance is a comfort, a reassurance, and it’s hope.

The impact Gintoki has had on Katsura’s life has never been anything less than profound and Katsura is way too intelligent not to know that.

Non-spoilery pre-release thoughts.

OK so I haven’t finished my 10 hours of Andromeda yet, but I’ve gotten as far as the trial allows me for the main story and I’ve got like one hour left of pre-release play anyway.

For those on the tag/those who missed my earlier post, I ended up getting Origin access just for the trial because the “OMG ANDROMEDA IS GOING TO BE AWFUL AND BIOWARE IS RUINED FOREVER” talk was really starting to get to me after I saw the bad face animations. Didn’t want to wait a week because I’ve been excited for Andromeda ever since before ME3′s DLC came out. While I was super hyped and had high hopes, at the same time, I thought I had fairly realistic expectations (”Yeah Bioware’s not perfect this isn’t a bad thing” instead of the “OH GOD I’M NOT GONNA BUY THIS GAME BECAUSE BIOWARE KICKS PUPPIES” bullshit I was seeing around) but… yeah.

It was really getting to me.

So here’s some dot points, no spoilers, under the cut. This covers character creator, face animations, world exploration, and narrative, without any spoilers. Any possible spoilers are referred to so vaguely you’ll have no chance of putting anything together, so don’t worry.

I also have a bit at the bottom covering things I really like about this game.

TL;DR – Guys. It’s fine, it’s okay, it really is. Chill. These issues exist, but they’re tiny ass things you’ll barely notice, like in every other game ever. You’ll love Andromeda, you really will. Yeah, it is DA:I in Space, but it’s also not – it’s DA:I in space, but better.

Honestly, these issues are fucking terrifying when you’re hyped up and can’t see the game for yourself yet and everyone’s nitpicking about these dumbass tiny things like they’re Huge Fucking Issues, but when you do play you won’t run into them nearly as often as people made you think, and when you do see them you’ll shrug and move on and forget about them ten seconds later, like you do about 99% of glitches you run into in other games. 

You’re not gonna hate the game just because Jallo’s legs clip into his seat or Addison stared at you way more blankly than any other character or something, for fuck’s sake.

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Scientist’s Lament (E2 Harrison Wells x Reader)

“Oh my god you are so talented!Can you do an E2 Harry x reader where they’re really close and Harry asks for advice from reader to ask a girl out, reader thinks it’s her but it’s Caitlin. Reader is heartbroken and hangs out more with Barry who’s been her best friend, distancing herself from Harry while Harry gets jealous and after going out with Caitlin realizes he’s in love with the reader and has been, asking Barry begrudgingly to help him win reader back and it ends with them being together?” omg omg my first The Fash request! Thank you so much for your kind words, and I really hope you like it! xx

You and Harry had been friends ever since he decided to stick around for a bit in your earth, one could say that you were the closest to him out of the group. You found it easy to talk to him and so did he; he made you laugh with his sarcastic comments and dry humor, and whilst he sometimes lashed out as Cisco or Barry for their childish ways, he never yelled at you if you were part of the tomfoolery. It was no wonder that you developed a crush on the doctor.

“You’re staring again…” a voice broke you out of your trance, Barry smirked at you as you began to blush.

“Sorry.” You whispered, hastily looking at the notes you were writing down prior to staring at said doctor.

“You know, you should just ask him out, girl power and all that good stuff.” He said shrugging.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said curtly, avoiding his eyes.

“Y/N, the rest of the team might not be as observing as yours truly, but I see the looks you two give each other, and the special treatment he gives you.” He said, a grin erupted on his face once you began blushing once again.

“Just don’t tell anyone, I’ll tell him when the time is rig-”

“Barry, I would appreciate it if you stopped wasting time and finished the report I need.” Harry came up to where you two were seated, interrupting you mid sentence.

“Aw come on, Y/N was ‘wasting time as well’.” Barry whined using air quotation marks, mocking him.

“Not from where I could see, now stop making excuses and do your work.” He said, smiling at you before going back to his work area.

“Favoritism in the work place is the worst…” Barry muttered as you laughed.

A week had past and you were still working up the courage to tell him how you felt. You were thinking of ways of how you could bring it up but before you could come up with an idea Harry came by your desk.

“Hello, Y/N.” he said nervously. That was odd, he was rarely ever nervous.

“Hi, is there anything I can do for you, Harry?” You asked.

“Um, yes, I don’t know how to say this, I’m not really good when it comes to stuff like this but you’re one of my closest friends and um…” was that a blush you saw dusting his face?

“For goodness sake, spit it out Harry!” You exclaimed.

“How do you ask out a girl in this earth?” He blurted out. You were definitely not expecting that. You cleared your throat before answering him, a million thoughts racing through your head.

“Ah, well it depends on the girl, I can’t give you a general idea because then it won’t be as special.”

“I can’t tell you who it is, but I assure you, you know her quite well.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

You were internally screaming, if you had read the signs correctly, just like Barry had said, then this could mean that you were this mystery girl.

“Well, that’s still a little vague but how about you start by sending her a bouquet of flowers? Try to find out her favorite flower and send her a bouquet, she would love that.”

“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that! Thank you, Y/N.” he marveled.

“Do you think I should send it to her while she’s at work? Or is that too much?”

“I don’t see any harm in that, it’ll brighten up her work day.” You replied.

“Perfect, I’ll send them out tomorrow, thanks again.” Before you could answered him, he was halfway down the hall.

You quickly texted Barry what had happened and he sent back a bunch of exclamation marks and happy emojis with an 'I told you so.’ You couldn’t wait for tomorrow to arrive.

The next day you basically ran to the lab, you could’ve given the flash a run for his money. You were the first one to get there, Barry arrived shooting you a knowing glance. The rest of the team arrived except for Harry.

It was mid noon and you were getting nasty, the anticipation was killing you. You were sitting next to Barry about to ask him something when Cisco came into the cortex, carrying a bouquet of marigolds. Barry nudge you, a smile on his face as he pointed to Cisco and the flowers.

“Oh Ms. Snow, you have a delivery.” He sang out. Your breath hitched, they were for Caitlin…maybe it was a coincidence? It had to be. Barry gave you a worried look as you held your breath. Caitlin stood up from her desk and walked over to Cisco, grabbing the flowers and the card that was attached to them. She began to read it and her faced turned red, a smile gracing her face.

“So, who are they from?” Cisco asked.

“Excuse me, I have to go thank Harry for this.” She said before leaving the cortex and heading to Harry’s office.

You felt your heart shatter, every part of you felt numb. You didn’t even hear Barry repeatedly calling out your name. You felt a rush of wind and in an instant you were in Barry’s living room.

“Y/N, please say something, you’re scaring me.” Barry begged.

“They were for Caitlin. Harry likes Caitlin, not me. It was her.” You mumbled as you blinked rapidly, trying to fight off the tears that were threatening to escape but it was no use, a sob escaped your lips and Barry took you in his arms, hugging you tightly as you soaked his shirt with your tears. Minutes passed and you were finally beginning to calm down, Barry was rubbing circles on your back, soothing you as he whispered that everything was going to be okay.

“Listen, I know I’m not supposed to use my powers for evil but you just say the word and I’ll lock him up in one of the cells, he won’t even see it coming.” Barry suggested. You let out laugh, and shook your head.

“No, like you said, I’m going to be okay. I just need time.” He nodded, kissing your temple softly as more tears began to roll down your cheeks.

“I love him Barry…” you said, as you clutched his shirt in your your hands.

You ended up staying the night at Barry’s, you were like a sister to him and he didn’t want to leave you alone.

You woke up later than usual and to your surprise Barry was still in his apartment, flashing around and cleaning. He soon noticed that you were awake.

“Finally! You’re up! I was so bored I started cleaning.” He said coming up to you.

“What time is it?”

“Five to noon.” He answered.

“WHAT?! Barry, we’re so late Ha-” you stopped talking, not daring to say his name out loud.

“No worries, already got that covered. I told Cisco to tell the rest of the team that you and I were needed at Star City. I even had Felicity call them to ask if we were on our way yet, so we have a three day weekend!” He announced, fist pumping the air. You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding and nodded.

Barry sat next to you on the bed, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“I know you’re upset, but I promise you, you will get over Harry, he doesn’t deserve you. I also promise that I’ll be here for you. Now, no more crying or moping. I already cleaned, got your favorite take out, and your favorite movies, the pillow fortress in the living room awaits!” He said before throwing you over his shoulder, both of you laughing.

The weekend past and the two of you were finally back at STAR labs. You weren’t 100% over Harry but you weren’t as sad as you were. You greeted Cisco as he entered, followed by Caitlin and Harry who were holding hands. Your breath hitched and Barry began rubbing his thumb over your hand, calming you down.

“Hey guys, how was Star City?” Caitlin asked as she and Harry came up to where you and Barry where seated. Harry’s eyes landed on Barry’s hand and how he was holding yours.

“It was good, I was really happy to see Felicity.” You answered, never meeting Harry’s stare.

“Shouldn’t you be getting to work, Allen?” Harry barked out. Harry never calls Barry by his last name unless they were arguing about a mission.

“I decided to take a personal day and spend some more time with Y/N, is that a problem?” Barry asked curtly.

“No, not at all.” Harry hissed out, Caitlin tugged on his arm and they left to the other side of the cortex.

“Wow, I guess the honeymoon phase only lasted for the weekend, huh?” Barry muttered earning a laugh from you.

“You’re asking for a smack down.”

“Ah, but that would require for him to actually catch me.” He joked.

A couple of weeks passed and you and Barry had only grown closer, no you weren’t developing feelings for the speedster, you knew he was in love with Iris but he was waiting for the right time. You still had feelings for Harry but you’ve learnt to let him go; if he was happy then that was enough for you.

Little did you know that he was far from happy, he thought that he liked Caitlin but he soon realized that she was not you.

Everyday that he was with Caitlin, he was longing for you. That day he ended things with her, she handled it with grace and wished him luck. Caitlin knew that it wouldn’t last, she saw the way his jaw would set whenever you laughed at one of Barry’s jokes, how he would scoff whenever you would ask if Barry was around and how his eyes with burn with jealousy whenever you would hug Barry after a mission.

“You better go and tell her how you feel.” Caitlin said, giving him a half smile, before leaving his office. Harry nodded as he thought of how to do so, it was easier said than done. You were closer to Barry than ever before, could it be that you were dating? He needed answers and he needed then now.

He hunted down Barry and thanked his lucky stars that you weren’t around, you were at the station picking up some reports.

“Mr. Allen, could I talk to you in private?” Barry looked up from his phone and nodded, following him into the hallway.

“I’m just going to skip the pleasantries and get straight to it.” Barry had a hunch of what this was about and he had to bite his lip so he wouldn’t laugh, he enjoyed watching the always composed Dr. Wells being all fidgety.

“Are you and Y/N together?”

“Well no, as you can see she’s not here next to me as you interrogate me.”

“Stop playing games and answer the question.” Harry growled, Barry raised his arms in defense and chuckled.

“No we’re not, she’s like a sister to me and I’ve been there for her ever since you broke her heart.”

“What do you mean?” Barry scoffed at his question.

“Wow, you are both one of the most brilliant scientist of your time, and the dumbest. She loved you, when you asked her for advice she thought that you felt the same about her and were finally going to ask her out, but we all know what happened next.” Barry responded.

“I can’t believe it, all this time… Barry you have to help me win her back.” Barry considered it for a few moments, he shook his hand and agreed to. He knew that you were still in love with Harry  and he wanted to see you happy, even though he still wanted to punch Harry for all the tears that he caused.

Every day for a week you found a daisy on your desk, accompanied by your favorite cup of coffee. You suspected that it was Barry but it couldn’t had been because he was your ride to work.

Friday came and you found a dozen of daisies on your desk with a giant teddy, attached to him was a note that read,

“I’m beary sorry, please forgive me… H.W.”

You read the note at least five times, you were going to read it again but Barry snatched it out of your hands and told you to go and see Harry.

“Barry, I can’t. What if this doesn’t mean what I want it to mean…” you whispered.

“Y/N, trust me. It’s going to be okay, it’s going to be wonderful.” He encouraged. You nodded and headed towards Harry’s office.

You hesitated for a couple of minutes before knocking, a soft come in, welcomed you in.

You cleared your throat making your presence known.

“You know, the florists are going to miss doing business with you.” You joked, trying to break the tension in the room. His tense face broke into a smile.

“Words can’t express how sorry I am for hurting you. I thought I knew what I wanted but you never know what you have until it’s gone, and believe me Y/N, these weeks without you have been the worst of my life.”


“I’m in love with you, and I’m embarrassed to admit how long it took me to realize it.” He concluded.

You gasped, you spent countless of days imagining him professing his love for you and it finally happened.

“What about Caitlin? She’s my friend and I don’t want to hurt her…” you replied, blinking back tears.

“We ended things on good terms, she threaten me if I didn’t man up and confessed my feelings for you she would destroy most of my work.” He said rubbing his neck, chuckling slightly.

That was all you needed to know for you to cross the distance between the two of you and hug him, he welcomed you in his arms and captured your lips in a kiss that was far too long overdue.

Like Barry told you, everything would be okay and it finally was.


01/31 — it’s been a while since my last post omg. I just had the chance to update my tumblr app, so I hope this one will be posted asap. so here are snaps from my lib session last last tuesday, 12th january! I was prepping up for a report on angiosperms that I’ll be doing on 2nd feb.

ft. one of my fav parts of our school’s library, the shelves containing textbooks about biology, anatomy, and physiology yipee (((I accidentally posted this on my main blog lmao)))

Who are you? - Andre Burakovsky

Requested by Anon: Hi! First of all, great work with the oneshots! Could I request a one shot where you are a singer who knows nothing about hockey and in one of your concerts in DC some of the caps go to it and you get Andre Burakovsky on stage for a song without knowing who he is and don’t understand why the people are going crazy about it. Thanks in advance :)

A/N: Omg, this idea was so cute. I hope it is good enough and I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes! Thanks for requesting it.

Word count: 1464

Warnings: nope

Originally posted by welbecks

I can hear the crowd screaming my name and I can’t help it but to smile. I have been in the music industry for a while now, but the nerves before a concert are always there. It is a sold out night, every single ticket had been sold for my show at the Verizon Center in Washington DC and I can’t stop bouncing around like a newby giving her first concert in front of a couple hundred people.

“(y/n), you are up in two” my stage coordinator, Michael, yells at me and I give him a small nod.

Today was my first show after winning a Grammy award and feel like I’m still dreaming; it feels like it was yesterday when I was doing small gigs on bars and pubs around my city, getting paid with pizza and twenty dollars.

I hear my queue and grab my mic from its stand, ready to get on stage.

“3…2…1…go, go” Michael looks at me and I climb up the stair of the stage and make my entrance.

The whole stage is dark and the spotlight is on me, blinding me for a second. My guitarist starts playing the first chords of my first song and the crowd goes crazy. I have decided to change the song list for the rest of the tour and no one expected me to start with my first single.

“Good night, DC” I say, walking down the small set of stairs I have on the stage “I hope you remember this song… it’s been a while since it came out”

They cheer and I smile, starting to sing the lyrics of the song that put me on the spotlight of the music world. I’ve written, or at least co-written, every single one of my songs. I like to sing about what I feel, what I’ve been through, instead of just singing lyrics that I don’t relate to. It has never been about the money for me, I’ve always wanted to write songs that are relatable. My lyrics talk about love and happiness and heartbreak and rough times and life in all its sides.

“It is so great so be back” I like to take time between songs to thank the fans for all they do for me and tonight is not an exception “Last time I was here it was for my last tour… oh no, I’m lying. I came to see the Wizards play a couple months ago… Go Wizards!” I say and everyone cheers when I see a red jersey flying to the stage. I go over where it has fallen and grab it “Washington Capitals, huh? Andre Burakovsky? I’m not a hockey fan, but I might need to get into it… what do you say Washington?” and everyone screams.

I put my mic on the ground and put on the hockey jersey, which looks extremely baggy on me and goes to mid thigh, making me look like I’m just wearing the jersey and my boots.

“What do you think?” and I hear whistles “okay… I’ve been wanting to do this for a while in my concerts and I’ve never been allowed, but I’m feeling quite naughty tonight” more screams and I chuckle, walking on the catwalk looking at the people on the sides of the stage, noticing and rather large group of guys with what it seems are their girlfriends. All of them are smiley and seems like they are having a good time when I notice one of the guys is by himself, no lady attached.

“Hey, do you want to come up here?” I say to him and I see all his friends patting his back and pushing him around as he walks to the stage, getting help from my security team to get on.

And then all I can hear are screams and people going absolutely crazy. I have never seen anything like this before. I look at him, raising my eyebrow and he just smiles at me like he doesn’t know what it’s going on either. He is tall, way taller than me, and has the cutest face with wild curls of brown hair that give him a really innocent look.

“What’s your name?” I ask him, pretending to be an interviewer and moving the mic in front of his face.

“Andre” he has a slight accent, but I can’t pin point where he is from.

“Do you think you will know the next song?” I wonder, and he smirks.

“Try me” and the crowd goes absolutely mental, yelling his name and taking tons of pictures.

I give a nod to my band and they start playing my latest single and he smiles, leaning over so our head are at the same height.

“I have this one on repeat on my phone lately” he has to scream for me to hear him and I just give him a little push, laughing.

Andre turns out to be really fun on stage, dancing and singing and we just have a really good time. I have never seen that many phones out in my shows and I’m kind of shocked, but I brush it off and try to finish the song. Andre goes back with his friends and I keep the show going until the very last song, which is a new and unheard one from my next album.

“You are too good to me, DC” I say, grabbing my guitar from its stand and sitting on the edge of the stage, legs hanging. “This is the last song of the night and I want to give you a little treat. I won my first Grammy Award the other night and I can’t be more thankful for everything you do for me guys…” I say, getting my mic on the small stand a member of my crew has set for me so I can play “This is a new song, it is called Neither black or white and it is about those times where you are not feeling that great but you don’t even know why. I hope you like it”

The whole arena is quiet while I sing and it is a beautiful scene. I wonder if they are liking it or not, but my doubts are solved when I finish and everything goes dark, indicating the end of the show, and everyone yells and screams. I get up and make my way back to backstage while the lights are out.

“Thank you, DC” and the lights come back up.

Michael is the first one to hug me, but the rest of the crew is quick to follow. It is a routine to be honest, I like to thank everyone for making the show possible.

“(y/n), go change. There are a lot of VIPs today” my manager says and I nod, walking to my changing room and taking off my stage clothing and changing into a pair of jeans, a sweater and a pair of converse.

I always hold meet and greets for VIPs. It is not included on the ticket, but they spend way too much money and I like to give back to them. It takes me about half an hour to meet everyone and take selfies and sign merchandise and just try to make everyone feel special.

“Time for famous VIPs” my manager indicates me while getting in a smaller room.

And then I see them, the big group of guys, their girlfriends and Andre. I look at them and then look at my manager, back at them and then my manager again.

“(y/n), I’d like to introduce you to Alex Ovechkin, Tom Wilson, Jay Beagle, TJ Oshie, Niklas Backstrom, Nate Schmidt and Andre Burakovsky from the Washington Capitals” my manager says and I can tell he is holding a laugh.

“Everything makes sense now” I mutter and everyone laughs “I didn’t know what was going on, why everyone was being so loud”

“Yeah, our baby is well known among the Washington ladies” Ovechkin says, messing with Andre’s hair.

“Hey, is it true that you have never been to a hockey game?” a big guy with blue eyes and dark hair asks, Tom Wilson? Ugh, I suck at names.

“Yes. My family is a basketball family, I never watched hockey growing up”

“We need to change that. You should come to tomorrow’s game” Jay Beagle says “Burky right there is injured and won’t be playing tomorrow, so he could explain the game to you”

I think about it for a few seconds, going over my schedule.

“Yeah, I think I can make it” I agree and all of them smile.

“And you already have the best player on the team’s jersey” Andre comments and everyone cracks up again.

Title: The Best Day Ever (Reader x Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: Natasha and the Reader are having a laid back, relaxed day of staying indoors and cleaning. All is full of rainbows and smiles until Natasa insists that she can handle cooking a box of macaroni and cheese.

Word Count: 1129

A/N: OMG THIS IS JUST TOO CUTE AND UGH ADORABLE. I love it so much, and hope you do, too. I hope you enjoy! :)

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When you come up with scenarios while shivering in a movie theater for 2 hours..

A asks B out to the movies for a date night. B hasn’t been feeling all that great but doesn’t say anything to A because B really wants to spend time with A.

As the movie progresses, so does the low grade fever B has been running all day. B begins shivering from fever chills and A asks “cold?” B replies “yea, must be the AC.” A wraps their arm around B, frowning at the heat. A then starts to piece stuff together as B sits, leaning against them and shivering. A grabs their stuff and B’s hand and takes them out of the theater.

When they get outside, A immediately places their hand on B’s forehead. A’s eyes narrow at B. “Why didn’t you say anything?” B looks down. “I wanted to spend time with you”

A shoots B a sympathetic look before gently leading B out of the theater.