it took on a life of its own

You were the last thing I expected, and it took the space of a second to fall.

Still, that distance between seeing you and falling in love with you, though a simple blip in time, carries its own meaning. A vast gulf between past and present, between going through the motions and blazing, screaming life.

It took me the whole night to realize it, but the truth is, I was in love with you the moment I spotted you on that park bench, singing the song that resonated in a heart that must not have been as broken as I thought, if I could notice you.

The Christmas lights formed a runway around us, a halo of lights that caught in your eyes, that made us glow even more than we already were.
I was foolish for not seeing it sooner.

And I guess this is the ultimate goodbye letter, tossed into the wind of cyberspace, a million clicked links away from where you’ll ever see it.

This is a message shouted into the wind, and maybe it will be carried to you one day, when winter comes again and the town turns to magic and you hear that whisper of remembrance threaten to cloud all of you with nostalgia.

Maybe you’ll feel this. Like a song you half-remember, or an old friend you don’t quite recognize.
Maybe your memory will allow you to see it in my eyes.
I loved you then.
I love you still.
And I guess time tore us apart, I guess Christmas can’t last forever or it’s not special, I guess we’ll both move on with our lives, and be happy, and never see each other again.

But just in case.
Just for old times’ sake.
I hope you see this.
I hope one day this trail of lights leads you back to me.

—  ‘”Trail of Lights”

also can i just point out the difference between how long it took kara to forgive James and even see him as a friend again for becoming Guardian ( like i dont agree completely with the Guardian storyline but thats a different story) and how it literally took her an episode and a half to forgive mon el for owning slaves and objectifying women all his life ???  racism and inconsistent bad writing coming from the cw ?? its more likely than you think

I know my feelings were supposed to go away, but the truth is that I always found myself falling for that smile, for those eyes, for that voice, for you, over and over and over again, every time I saw you, long after I thought I’d have moved on. My love for you took on a life of its own, and it would inhale every time you took my breath away.
So few come and don’t go

summary: Natsume is happy. Tanuma doesn’t know why he doesn’t feel satisfied with that.

titled borrowed from look after you by the fray. 


Natsume doesn’t flinch.

When the store clerk grabs his arm, holding out a bag they forgot at the checkout before they can leave it behind, Natsume’s whole body goes still. It’s only for a second, just for that brief moment of sudden contact, but something heavy settles in his face, something almost expectant.

As though he’s been braced this whole time for what’s coming next.

And maybe, Tanuma thinks, watching his friend smile his thanks and take the bag with a thousand yards of distance in his eyes, flinching would have been a little easier to watch.

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Your Destiny

Summary: At school, you feel something’s off and you can’t seem to figure out what’s making you feel so uneasy. The cute mystery boy you’ve been crushing on may be the reason (College AU). 

Word Count: 1,772

A/N: This story is inspired by a post I saw here and took a life of its own. 

Originally posted by raven-bellamy

Something felt off when you got to campus that morning. You couldn’t ignore the feeling of uneasiness surging through you and the sensation grew as the day went on. At first, you thought it was the project you had to do for U.S. History. You and your partner Steve had to gather information and prepare a PowerPoint on the Howling Commandos. While the both of you were prepared for the presentation, you despised speaking in front of the class and feared that you would mess up your end of the project. However, the presentation went off without a hitch and the both of you aced the assignment. Nonetheless, the anxiety within you never dissipated.

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Important things we learned about Magnus Bane in 2A:
  • He had no one when he was a boy discovering his powers, he figured out the Downworld mostly on his own. Which makes it even more impressive that he stands before us The High Warlock Of Brooklyn in my opinion.
  • He takes in/ helps all the Downworlders he can because of that, including Raphael who he describes as a son to him.
  • Magnus tried to take his own life in the early 1870s but Camille stopped him. 
  • Magnus’ mom took her life when he was just 9 years old when she found out Magnus was part demon.

More light hearted facts we learned:

  • Magnus’ magic is different colors depending on its use, Blue- healing/calm. & Reddish orange- angry/combat
  • He fosters/feeds stray cats, he bribes them with milk
  • He once gifted Camille a pet snake that he created that breathes fire?? (how fitting tho)
  • Magnus has always wanted to have kids of his own.
  • He doesn’t wear belts the “correct” way, he wears them with either the buckle to the side or back, I think it’s quite a fashion statement.
  • Homeboy can HUSTLE (Just ask Alec Lightwood)
  • He knows everything about everything, he knows more about the shadow world/ downworld then 99.9% shadowhunters.

Ok, I’m gonna stop there but just wanted to put this all in one place. Hopefully we get soo much more in 2B because Magnus is such an incredibly fascinating character with so much story to tell, they havent even touched the surface.
Sideways and Slantways
By Organization for Transformative Works

Isak gets stuck in an elevator with the one person he’s vowed never to speak to again. This eventually prompts a conversation long overdue, but not without the memories flooding his brain like a broken dam first.

words: 17691
pairing: isak/even
rating: teen & up

a big thank you to @aheavenlyrush for suggesting the stuck in an elevator trope! this took on an entirely different life of its own, but you’re the reason it started. and to @stardefiant for being my cheerleader and to @adamparishe for believing it wouldn’t be a piece of crap even though it might be.

title: da’s not much of a cook (but his love is true).

rating: g. family fluff. 

summary: Liam Jones II is a much better cook than his older brother and sister-in-law, and that’s why the twins are always at his place on a Saturday morning. A family, both of his own making and blood - who would have thought he’d be here?

a/n: clearly, because as fandom has decided that killian is going to be the cook/storyteller of the Jones clan, I couldn’t help myself with this little ditty. featuring Liam Jones II (who stole the show tbh), and the Jones twins. 

“Uh, it’s not that da can’t cook…” Leia hedges, as she wolfs down Liam’s pancakes, “it’s just that…”

“He still cooks like he’s out at sea,” Luke finishes with an eye roll, adding a ridiculous amount of maple syrup to his batch. “I mean, you were 20,000 leagues UNDER the sea so it’s no excuse for da, but I guess when you’re old as balls, habits are hard to break.”

“Luke!” Leia admonishes, though it’s punctuated by so much laughter it’s hardly an admonishment. “I mean, boiled mackerel is his favorite breakfast food,” she says with disgust.

Liam looks at his niece and nephew fondly, shaking his head at their antics. “You’re lucky the brig isn’t an option for you two,” he says, pointedly adding some cut fruit to their plates. 

“Though to be fair, boiled mackerel is disgusting,” he concedes.

“What’s that insubordination I hear?” interjects a new voice. 

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Think about how tragic Silver Chariot Requiem is: this is a Stand that evolved in the exact moment its user was killed, causing it to gain some false freedom never seen in Stands - it has only one thing on its mind: to protect the arrow. We never even see its face, its simply a lonesome dark figure that seems to wander aimlessly, almost like a Knight in mourning. Not only did Polnareff lose his life in that moment but was also detached from Chariot - Chariot whom had been with him since he was a child, whom he trained for years and whom was an extention of Pol’s own personality and is now roaming the area until it simply gets destroyed again by the man who took its users life.

For the Love of My Life- Part 1

Characters: reader, Tony, Bucky, Steve, Sam (mentioned)

Summary: Modern AU. Reader is a young actress in her first big role when a man from her past offers a chance to fix her biggest regrets. 

Song Inspiration: Cleopatra by The Lumineers

Warnings: drinking and sex mentions, fluff, mention of death, bit of angst.

Word Count: 3,278

A/N: This story gripped me tight and wouldn’t let go from the instant I thought of the opening scene. It took on a life of its own and I’m kinda in love with how it’s turned out? I really hope you like it. Part 2 (of 2) will be posted tomorrow or the next day, I promise! It just got way too long. Oops. :D 

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Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

“Cleo….my darling, lovely Cleo. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” the man asked in earnest, hope shining in his eyes.

Arm draped over your eyes as you lie on the couch, you lifted it to see the man on one knee before you. Your eyes briefly flitted to the small velvet box in his hand.

“No,” deadpan expression upon your face.


“I said ‘no’. For the fourth time, no I will not marry you, Tony!”

“Why not? And please, call me Antony.”



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For the Love of My Life- Pt 2 (End)

Characters: reader x Bucky?, reader x Steve?, reader x Tony(but not really),     Wanda, Natasha, Sam (mentioned)

Summary: Modern AU. Reader is a young actress in her first big role when a man from her past offers a chance to fix her biggest regrets.

Song Inspiration: Cleopatra by The Lumineers

Warnings: sex mentions, fluff, heartbreak?, bit of angst.

Word Count: 4.6k (yeah, the splitting this to make it shorter thing didn’t work out so well. :D )

A/N: This story gripped me tight and wouldn’t let go from the instant I thought of the opening scene. It took on a life of its own and I’m kinda in love with how it’s turned out? I really hope you like it. Apologies that it took longer to post this part! Work and illness made it really difficult, but here it is! Please let me know what you think!! :)

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Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Originally posted by caps-bucky


Steve paused before speaking, unsure how to proceed. “Y/N…is there any way…could I see you again before I leave?” he blurted the last part before he lost his nerve.

You smiled, “I’d like that.”

He sighed in relief, “Okay. I’ll be in touch. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Steve,” you echoed as he pulled you into a lingering hug. He smelled amazing, like Old spice aftershave with an undertone of fresh linen. He watched you climb the stairs and step inside before walking away, your heart rate beginning to slow at last.  


You woke up the next morning alone, stretching spread-eagle across the full surface of the bed with a smile on your face. Last night was unexpected and while you still didn’t know what it all meant, you tried not to overthink things. Stepping out of the shower, you saw a few text notifications on your phone.

Bucky’s read:

Hey babe. Up for Ultimate Frisbee in the park and a few burgers?

then clicking over to Steve’s message:

Good morning, Y/N. Are you free this afternoon?

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Theories || Deification, Impacts & Loops :||

Ok. We start three million of years before humans took their places in the Universe.

At that time, the universe was dominated by an ancient ancestral race, known as F.A.R. (First Ancestral Race). 
We ignore their purpose in the Universe: we can only suppose their job was supervising or controlling other intelligent life forms that inhabited the space. It’s known though that this Race has lived in this Universe for almost 4,6 billion years.
The FAR is definitely a race infinitely more evoluted than our own, and therefore provided with skills and knowledge that are simply beyond our understanding. A results of this millennial evolution did let its members to fain a so-called Fruit of Life (a endless source of power and energy, a condition of semi-immortality) and a Fruit of Knowledge (potentially unlimited intellect and psychic abilities). It was assumed that, following their long evolutionary process, these beings may have assumed a form consisting of pure energy. Because of obvious similarities, the members of the FAR are often associated to the “race” of “Firstborn”, from the famous movie “2001: A Space Odyssey”.

When they realized extinction was inevitable, these Firstborn decided to ensure the continuity of their species by letting another, yet very similar, race grown somewhere in the universe.
In order to do that, they created “Progenitor Entities”, or “Seeds of Life”: creatures that couldn’t have both of the Fruits (and no great evolutionary potential), but just one. So two new races were born: the first one who had the Fruit of Life, then called Adam, and the second one with a Fruit of Knowledge, also known as Lilith.

Each one of them had its own vessel, a “Moon”, and a specific instrument that would have then granted new life and death to their respective descendants: a “Spear of Longinus”.
The name “Longinus” comes from a legendary Christian figure, a Roman soldier who pierced Jesus in his side with a lance during the crucifiction. This holy Lance, in the Evangelion universe, could kill/seal the deity in these two Seeds.
Together, these two Seeds also carried the “Secret Dead Sea Scrolls” (basically a How-to-become-gods-for-dummies manual). The Seeds were then sent in the Milky Way Galaxy: according to the FAR’s plan, this would have demonstrated which of the two species could have survived and then started a process of deification with their Fruit. The surviving species would have become the “new FAR”, a form of life with endless ego and no A.T. Field - in other words, a god.

Two Seeds can’t co-exist on the same planet though. Unfortunately for those two Progenitors of Life, both Adam and Lilith chose Earth as their new home.
4 billion years ago, the Seeds of Life named Adam with its Fruit of Life reached Earth on a White Moon. As Adam was “giving birth” to the “Progeny of Angels” - who was meant to rule this planet, a Black Moon violently crashed on the Earth’s surface, causing the Giant or First Impact.
The accident caused the destruction of the Spear of Longinus of this Black Moon; also, the remainings of this vessel formed the Moon we all know, our satellite.

A conflicts of Seeds takes place: Lilith defeated Adam, who used its own Spear of Longinus to seal itself inside the White Moon, as if eternally sleeping. Lilith didn’t destroy Adam, in order to avoid a potential encounter of the Fruit of Knowledge and of Life. That would have been a “Forbidden Union”.
Lilith then let a new Progeny live on the Earth: humanity. Flooding the planet with her body fluids (LCL - primordial soup), the Seed encouraged life here.

4 billion years later, on Septermber 13th, 2000, an Antarctic expedition, led by Professor Katsuragi, recovered there the site of the latent Adam and its White Moon. They tried to regain the Spear of Longinus; by doing so they also awakened Adam, that completed what he couldn’t do a long time ago: Adam started its process of deification, the generation of a new life form and power – this will be remembered as the Second Impact.

An Impact = starts of a deification process. Since this process and implementation is incompatible with previous forms of life, the first act of this Impact consisted in the cancellation of all life existed before its. Adam’s awakening, in fact, threatened to obliterate life on Earth in order to create a new race from scratch.

Luckily, the Spear of Longinus activated just in time to prevent human extinction. Why? Because the Spear sensed the presence of two incompatible Seeds (Lilith and Adam itself) on the same planet; it interrupted the Impact, bringing Adam to an embryonic state.
Although the Impact had not come to fruition, the damage caused by the awakening of Adam were incalculable: almost half the world’s population was wiped out, and many animal and plant species faced extinction. The world plunged into chaos.

We all know what happened next: the discovery of the Black Moon and its site - with Lilith inside of it, the foundation of Gehirn, and then the NERV by SEELE, and the subsequent implementation of the Project E.

Fifteen years later the Second Impact, the arrival of the Angels, Adam’s progeny, threatened the survival of humanity, the Lilin - Lilith’s progeny. While the former possessed a superhuman power and remarkable regenerative abilities, men evolved using their intellect and advancing the scientific, medical and technological progress.
The purpose of the Angels is the implementation of a new Impact, through the awakening of their ancestor, Adam. Therefore, those creatures relentlessly seek to break into Terminal Dogma in which Lilith is kept, following the call of a Seed… ignoring they wouldn’t have found Adam in there: the Angels in fact do not possess the Fruit of Knowledge, and therefore they act on an instinct that drives them towards what they perceive as the Seed of Life. That’s also why we see Kaworu genuinely surprised in front of Lilith in episode 24.

However, despite even the Seventeenth Angel, Tabris, renounced to his own free will to prevent the prohibited union between Adam and Lilith, this is not enough to save humanity.
In fact Lilith, through Rei Ayanami’s body, joins the embryo of Adam and Eva-01, piloted by Shinji Ikari; the Unit becomes the vessel for the realization of a “Third Impact”: A.T. Fields (the barriers of the souls of Lilin) are cancelled and humanity loses its individuality to merge into a single collective consciousness.
However it is Shinji who - after having understood that interactions with others are the foundations of life itself, decided to interrupt the Impact.

What does that mean? 
We understood that Humanity has been “chosen” to be the “new FAR” by natural selection, but Shinji’s choice also interrupted this process of deification. 
The FAR can decide to start it over. Reset the timeline. 
This is possible if it is assumed that the F.A.R. is on the brink of extinction, but not yet completely extinct. The assumption is that the universe requires the existence of a species that can take the place of the FAR in order to continue to eternally exist. As a result, events are destined to repeat itself over and over again, until the process is not completed, as a cracking program that seeks infinite combinations until you find the one that works.
At the end of each loop, if the Impact and Instrumentality (or deification) do not find fulfillment, the time would be rewired to allow the start of a new sequence of events that will be able to conclude the project of the FAR.

So with each Impact, a new Chamber of Guf opens. Causing four impacts also means the start of a regeneration cycle in which the Tetragrammatron (4 letters, presumibily YHWH, God’s name - it is said that who can say the name of God can also invoke it on earth) completes itself; then the Chamber of Guf would be ready to allow the passage of the “gods”: the First Ancestral Race’s return. Four, one for each letter of the Tetragrammatron.
Not surprisingly, the working title of the fourth Rebuild movie of Evangelion is :||, where the symbol is the one that marks the end of the chorus on the musical sheet (i.e. loop), but also the beginning of a new repetition. 
So, one might conclude that the four Impact (in Rebuild) serve to complete the Tetragrammaton and allow the end, that may be the materialization of the four members of the FAR invoked to restore order. 

The Rebuilds are different from the original series though. At the end of Third Impact, in “The End of Evangelion”, we don’t see complete destruction, but Creation of a new order and a new world. In the Rebuilds, the end seems to induce a sort of future Apocalypse: what in Jewish is called “Armageddon”, in which “the kings of the Earth” (Angels and Lilin in this case) battle the enemy in order to survive, and even challenge God, although they know that “their memory will be lost and erased forever for having tried to overcome a deity.”

After the defeat of the Angels and the completion of the process of evolution of man beyond the barriers of individuality, the FAR could have come down to earth and live, with their perfect bodies, minds, souls and incredible power.
The Human Instrumentality Project, after all, is just a huge mind manipulation program: by “evolution”, men would have been ready to be a proper vessel for all that endless power flowing down on Earth. Men would have being used by FAR, just to prevent their own extinction, as sacrificable pawns. That means our souls already have the potential to awake the FAR, thanks to the previous Impacts.

Still… a human mind is not ready to receive such great powers without going crazy and losing sight of what is real and what is not. Just as we can’t imagine a insect’s brain containing and processing all the informations of this world. 

When our evolutionary process can overcome the barriers of the body and its limitations, the four Adams will arrive, announcing, as the four horsemen of the Apocalypse, or the four archangels in the Jewish tradition, the revival of the First Ancestral Race

Although this theory rests on absolutely speculative bases, it is fascinating to think about the events of the universe of Evangelion as the last piece of a project infinitely greater and older than us. Something the protagonists couldn’t coinceive even in their wildest dreams… or nightmares.

Will the next opening of a Chamber of Guf be the last one? Will this passage allow our souls, in a pefect ancestral body and mind, to create an ultimate being? A life form with infinte ego and no barriers of the soul? A God?


Always Been You || Jack

Request: Could you please do an imagine where Conor brings Y/N back from a show he’s done and she ends up becoming a solid member of buttercream and her and jack develop a almost dating relationship, and everyones routing for them and they finally get together

Dialogue requests 3 jack pl👍😊


It’s funny how life takes its own turns. One day you took your younger sister to a Conor Maynard concert and meet and greet and the next thing you know, Conor Maynard’s number is in your phone. Within a week, you already had plans to meet him for coffee.

The two of you hit it off immediately, but only as friends. Conor actually told you that you’d be perfect for his brother, Jack. You brushed him off, telling him you weren’t looking for a relationship. He shrugged but still invited you over to meet Jack and the rest of their friends. They had plans to stay in and have some drinks and play some games, so you agreed to go.

You were somewhat nervous to meet Conor’s friends. You dressed in leggings, a flowy cream colored tank top and a maroon cardigan and did your hair and make up simply. Part of you felt like you should bring something to Conor’s, like beer or food or something, but you had no idea what to do. So, you decided against it and got in the car to head to Conor’s.

“That’ll be (Y/N)!” you heard Conor yell when you buzzed into his flat.

“I’ll get it!” someone else called. You held your breath as a boy with blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a big smile on his face opened the door. “Hey, you must be (Y/N).”

“That’s me,” you smiled.

“Well, come on in,” he said. “I’m Jack, Conor’s brother.”

That’s when you knew you were screwed.

As time went on, you became somewhat of a solid member of the squad they called the buttercreams. You went out with them nearly any time they were all together and you even appeared in videos for their YouTube channels. You told yourself you’d have to thank your sister for begging you to take her to see Conor live.

You were set to spend another day at the Maynards/Pieters’ flat. Now caring less about what you wore when you spent the day with the boys, you threw on some leggings and a shirt of Jack’s you had once taken, then headed out. Your hair was up in a messy bun on your head and you hadn’t bothered to put on any make up. The boys assured you that they had no plans to head out, so you didn’t bother to dress up any better. You considered putting on some perfume, but you liked that your shirt still smelled faintly of Jack, so you decided against it.

When Conor told you all those years (yes, it had been about two years) ago that you were perfect for Jack, he wasn’t lying. You and Jack clicked instantly. You fell for his smile and his laugh and the way he licked his lips when he was concentrating on something. You fell for his suggestive sense of humor and his secret love for cuddles and his not so secret love for you playing with his hair. Things remained strictly platonic between the two of you, but you so desired for there to be something more. Most days, you thought he did too, but if you hinted at it, he brushed it off. It left you hopeless.

You got to the boys’ flat and was immediately let in. Conor pulled you in for a hug as if he hadn’t seen you only two days before. “It smells good in here,” you said, pulling away from Conor’s hug. “What’s for dinner?”

“Pizza,” Conor said. You smiled and went to join the rest of the boys in the living room. You sat beside Jack who gave you a smile and pulled you close to his side for a hug.

“Nice shirt,” he said sarcastically.

“What, this old thing?” you said back. “Thanks, I’ve had it for almost a year.” Jack just smiled and rolled his eyes at you, then handed you a plate for pizza.

Once you all ate your fill of pizza, you were lounging around chatting. Jack was sitting on the ground with his legs out in front of him and his back against the couch. You had your head in his lap, your hair fanned out behind you. He was braiding it, then taking it apart, then braiding it again. You occasionally looked up at him, but always looked away before he could catch you. “Let’s play a game,” Joe said, clapping his hands together.

“Like a game game or a drinking game?” you asked with a laugh.

“What do you think?” Caspar said back. Everyone laughed as Conor went to go grab some liquor from the kitchen. “We could play some never have I ever.” Everyone agreed, so Josh went and got the game and brought it into the room. You sat up and got comfortable beside Jack.

“So it’s a shot every time we have?” you clarified.

“Yup,” Josh nodded, opening up the box of cards.

The game started off fairly lightly. Never have I ever had sex in public. Never have I ever had sex while my parents were in the house. Never have I ever walked in on someone in this room masturbating. “Oh, here’s one,” Caspar laughed, reading the card in his hand. “Never have I ever used a common household item as a sex toy.”

You felt your face heat up but didn’t move to take the shot. “Hey, we’re playing honest here,” Mikey laughed. “I see a red face over there. Shot it, (Y/N).” You groaned and reached forward to pour yourself a shot.

“What!” Oli laughed. “Spill it, what did you do?”

“It wasn’t recent,” you said defensively. You downed the shot before confessing. “I still lived with my parents so it’s not like I could get a vibrator sent to my house.”

“What’d you use?” Joe asked, still laughing.

“I don’t think that was the question,” you said, not meeting your eyes with any of the boys.

“Did it get you off though?” Conor asked with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, your cheeks still very hot.

“Yes, okay, it got me off,” you said. “Next question please.”

“Oh, here’s a good one,” Josh read, “Never have I ever fancied someone in this room.”

The boys all let out ooo’s and you were sure your cheeks were stained red. All of the boys knew of your feelings for Jack. Obviously you shared them with Conor and, well, word just sort of spread. The group was lousy at keeping secrets, but you were grateful they could at least keep this one from Jack. Well, until now. “Honesty is this game’s policy,” Josh said again. “No one’s here to judge.” You sighed and reached out to grab the bottle at the exact same time that Jack did. You looked at him to see that he wouldn’t bring his eyes to lock with yours. So, you picked up the bottle of alcohol and poured each of you a shot. When he finally looked up at you, you smiled.

“Cheers?” you said.

He let out a short laugh, though his smile didn’t reach his eyes, “Yeah, cheers.”

Once you all decided to end the game, it was getting dark outside. The boys, unsurprisingly, offered to let you stay over night. You obliged, then said goodbye to the other boys who decided to get Ubers home. You liked spending the night at their flat and they knew you didn’t like catching Ubers late at night when you were alone, just in case you got a pervert as a driver. “Am I sleeping with you?” you asked Jack.

“Sure,” he agreed.

“Do you have a clean shirt I can wear?” you asked. He nodded and the two of you went into his room. When the door was shut, he walked over to his closet and pulled out a t shirt and handed it to you. You thanked him and went to the bathroom to change into the new shirt. You stripped yourself of your leggings and took off your shirt and bra, then slipped the new shirt over your head. When you went back in Jack’s bedroom, he was already laying in bed, scrolling through his phone. You needed to talk to him. You needed to get your feelings out now while the topic hung in the air.

You sat cross legged on the bed, staring at Jack. “Can we talk about it?” you said quietly.

“We don’t need to,” he said. “I know you like Conor and I-”

“Wait, what?” you said, stopping him immediately. “Conor? You think I like Conor?”

“Well, yeah,” he said, sitting up and looking at you with confusion. “I’ve always thought that.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” you said. “I mean, I know boys are stupid but this is like a new level.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Jack,” you laughed. “It’s you I had to take the shot for.”

“Me?” he scoffed. “No way. What about when you first came here? And all the private talks you have with Conor?”

“It’s not about Conor,” you laughed, pressing your hand to his cheek. “It’s about you. It’s always been about you.

A small smile suddenly spread on Jack’s face. “Are you winding me up?” he asked.

“No,” you laughed. “I’m not winding you up. Why do you think I steal your clothes all the time and sleep in your bed and cuddle you when we watch a movie and, well, literally everything else?”

“I don’t know,” he said, almost embarrassed. “I guess I just never thought about it.”

“You’re so thick,” you laughed. He laughed too and your heart did a flutter. Everything about Jack made your heart feel warm, but that laugh just about killed you.

Jack’s face relaxed quickly and he placed his hand on your cheek. The two of you brought your faces close together, not letting your lips touch quite yet. Your noses were brushing against each other and your lips were only centimeters apart. Finally, Jack couldn’t wait any longer and he pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed his head closer to yours. The cage of butterflies in your stomach erupted and you couldn’t help but smile beneath your kiss. Jack’s hands held your waist tightly as if he never wanted to let you go. You both eventually pulled away, but your lips were still brushing against each others, like neither of you wanted to pull apart completely. “You think they were planning this all along?” Jack asked with a smile. You knew he was speaking of his friends.

“I know Conor wanted me to date you the minute we met,” you said. “I suppose the others just started rooting for us too.”

Blocked at every turn Pt 1

A/n - after watching earlier episodes and seeing how poor Magnus and Alec couldnt seem to catch a break with getting some alone time, this came out. As usual it took a life of its own so once again, be warned. If you like it let me know and i’ll post the second part

The boys were at Magnus’s loft and what had started out as a simple conversation had evolved into a make out session. They were sitting on Magnus’s sofa, Alec leaning into Magnus,  his lips locked to his, one hand sits on his thigh and the other is cupping his neck. Alec deepens the kiss, wanting more but he can sense hesitation from Magnus. He pulls back, frowning.“Ok, so what’s wrong?”“Nothing, Alexander, why would you think that?”“Because I can feel you pulling away from me. Am I doing something wrong?” Alec looked so dejected and confused it made Magnus ache. He gave him a smile and put his hand on his arm, squeezing it gently.“No, my darling, it’s not you. I don’t want you to think that, you’re not doing anything wrong”
“I’m confused so what’s the problem? I know I’m new to this but I can tell your holding back for some reason” Magnus looked away from him and sighed. He owed Alec an explanation but he was worried about his reaction.“Magnus, talk to me”“Alec, I know we’ve had a conversation about me being more experienced and you being new to all this and that we agreed that it wouldn’t matter, and it doesn’t. It’s just, I’m frightened that I’ll lose control with you and do something that you won’t like. I know who I am and as I’ve said before, I’m a lot to get used to. The thing is, being in love with you has caused me to have all these wants that I’ve repressed for so long to rise to the surface. There’s so much that I ache to do with you but then I remember that you are inexperienced and it would kill me if I lost control and did something you didn’t want to and you ran screaming in the other direction” Magnus felt himself holding his breath, waiting for Alec’s reply. It was hard to have such an open conversation with someone about such personal things when you had spent so many years closed off to the world.“First of all, I would never ran screaming from anywhere. Second, you seem to forget that I’ve been repressing my own feelings for a long time as well. The worst part was thinking that what I was feeling was wrong, not normal. You helped me realise that there was nothing wrong with me and I’m so grateful for that. Third, yes, this is my first true relationship and I’m well aware that I’m innocent about a lot of stuff but that’s why I need you to show me, teach me. I can’t think of anything that you would do that would make me want not to be with you. I love you too Magnus.” Magnus smiled at him and leaned over to place a soft kiss to his lips. He felt his body relaxing, the tension draining from him. He was right. He needed to stop treating Alec with kid gloves.“Thank you for being so honest with me about this, Alexander. Your right. I won’t hold back anymore. But I want you to promise me that if you feel uncomfortable about anything, you’ll tell me, ok?”“yes, ok. Can we go back where we left off now?” Alec reached for him, drawing him close again and covered his mouth with his own. This time when Magnus felt Alec wanting more he didn’t hesitate. He flicked the tip of his tongue out to touch his lips and heard Alec’s small intake of breath. He pressed back into him, encouraging him to continue. This time, Magnus darted his tongue past his lips, allowing it to explore Alec’s own tongue. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard the soft groan escape Alec.He pulled back softly.“all good?” he asked him. He could already see the answer all over his face. Alec’s eyes looked soft and his eyelids, heavy. Colour pinked his cheeks.“Shut up and get back here” he grabbed him by the front of his shirt and crashed his lips back to his. Magnus put a hand on his waist, slowly moving up his side, loving the feel of his warm muscled body under his hand. Alec still had both his hands bunched in the front of Magnus’s shirt, pulling him as close as he could against him. Magnus gave a small start when he felt Alec’s tongue give a small tentative flick to his lips. He widened the kiss and couldn’t help groaning himself when he felt his tongue touch his own. Alec let go of the front of his shirt and grabbed the back, fingers bunching in the material as he fought to drag it up. Magnus had lost himself in the kiss, his tongue exploring Alec’s mouth, a soft purr vibrating from him. And then he felt him give a muffled laugh. He pulled back, with a questioning look.“What’s wrong?”Alec smiled back at him, his eyes lowering. Magnus couldn’t seem to tear his eyes from that soft pink mouth, lips shiny from their kiss. He frowned and put a finger under Alec’s chin lifting his gaze back to his own.“It’s just, you taste good” Alec’s cheeks coloured, as he smiled back.“So do you, my love” Magnus grinned back, and leaned forward till their foreheads met.“I like that wine you’ve been drinking” Alec looked up at him from under thick black lashes. “Obvioulsy pizza was on the menu for lunch today at the institute” he replied and they both gave a chuckle.“I bet I know else would taste good” Magnus told him. Alec looked at him expectantly. “that deflect rune. It’s been driving me to distraction since I first saw you” He went to move towards his neck but Alec put his hands on his chest.“I want this off” he said, grabbing Magnus’s shirt once again.“Help yourself” Magnus, leaned back, his arms above his head. He smiled at the look on his face. He looked like a child unwrapping a birthday gift. Alec pulled the shirt over his head and off his arms, throwing it to the floor. He sat back, gazing at Magnus’s bare chest and torso. He saw him swallow, hard.“Your beautiful” he said softly, and reached out a hand placing it on Magnus’s pec muscles. He felt a thrill run through him from his touch, his eyes closing. When he opened them again, he heard Alec take in a breath before grabbing both his arms and pulling him into him, kissing him soundly.“By the angel, Mags, your eyes are so hot” he said, between kisses. Magnus realised with a start that he meant his demon mark eyes, that were amber and cat like. No one had ever said that to him before, usually they frightened people, that’s why he glamoured them most of the time. He must of let his guard down without realising it. He pulled back and reached for Alec’s t shirt, reefing it off him and throwing it to meet his own. When he went back to him, he headed straight for that deflect rune. He ran soft kisses from his jaw, feeling Alec tilting his head so he had better access. He mouthed its lines, working his way down to the pulse point at its base and gave it a playful nip. Alec gave a moan, his body arching into him.“Magnus! Aldertree needs you to come to………………….” Jace propped as his boots hit the rug in the living room. His eyes widened and he felt his face burn before he spun on his heal quickly, facing the way he had come in.“Oh damn, guys,…, I’m sorry I had no idea………” he spluttered.Magnus and Alec froze. Alec gave an impatient growl, throwing his head back and covering his eyes with his hand. Magnus sighed and rested his forehead on Alec’s chest.“Do you have any concept of privacy, Jace Wayland?” he asked, sitting back from Alec, missing his warmth immediately.“Ah, its Lightwood actually, and how was I supposed to know you two were in here getting some afternoon delight? I’m a Shadowhunter not a mind reader”“what about our parabatai bond? Couldn’t you tell something was up?” Alec asked, frowning. Magnus gave a small snort not daring to look in Alec’s direction.“Dude, lately it’s like your always ‘on’ so the answer to that question is no”Magnus cleared his throat and gave Alec a smirk. He smiled back, lowering his eyes.“can you turn around and at least tell me what was so important that it was worth ruining our afternoon for?” Magnus said.Jace turned but still had trouble looking directly at them as they sat back in the sofa, bare chested and breathing slightly heavy.“Aldertree needs you to track someone for him. He said he needs warlock tracking cause it’s stronger”“how urgent is this request? Can it wait till later?”“well, I’m not too sure, but I could probably stall him, tell him you were otherwise engaged till this evening.” Jace gave them a lop sided grin.“right, that’s settled then. You may go then Mr Wayland, Lightwood, what ever your calling yourself these days. Make sure the door closes on your way out” Magnus gave him a dismissive gesture with one ringed hand before turning back towards Alec. He reached up, pulling Magnus back to him by the chains that hung from his neck, his lips curved in hungry looking smile. Jace gave a cough and after mumbling something about getting a room, left the loft as quick as he could. 

The Signs As Undertale Quotes
  • Aries: You took more candy. How disgusting..
  • Taurus: geeettttttt dunked on!!!
  • Gemini: I can't go to hell. I'm all out of vacation days.
  • Leo: (The dog absorbs the artifact.) (The artifact is gone.)
  • Virgo: after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage... its a family tradition...
  • Scorpio: I don't need friends!!! ... I'VE GOT KNIVES!!! /throws a knife/ I'm... out of knives.
  • Sagittarius: There's a Mettaton-shaped hole in my Mettaton-shaped heart.
  • Pisces: cute pic of me right now *It's a trashcan covered in sparkly pink filters*

1/5 of the biggest girl group on the planet just came out, and that is a big fucking deal.


Not only did she come out she penned a letter in which she stood up against bigotry and hatred, she addressed privilege (including her own), and she called out hypocritical Trump supports…

Let me say that again, she took what is one of the biggest moments of a queer persons life (coming out) and instead of making it about herself she used her voice to shine a light on the worlds many injustices.

By doing this countless people and of course Fifth Harmony fans out there, who struggle with there sexuality have just seen their hero come out and say ‘hey look its ok, I’m like you and I’m living my dream’. I can not put into words just how important that is.

She has also told the world in no uncertain terms what is happening in America and across the world right now is not ok and she isn’t going to stand by and watch this shit happen, she is going to educate and she’s going to fight.

Lauren Jauregui, you are incredible. You are beautiful, talented, passionate, intelligent and so brave.

You have just changed lives, and make no mistake about it, you’ve just saved lives too.

I’m so insanely proud of you, you’re an exceptional human being.


Ghost Stories

Prompt; Sleepovers 

Requested by; @niue7 and @dinodax123

Levy was a sucker for horror stories, especially monster stories. The gorier the story grew, the more she got into it, and the more her imagination took on a life of its own. She loved them as much as she loved her other stories, and gobbled them up just as greedily, much to Gajeel’s annoyance. He couldn’t get a scare out her anymore, and gave up trying to scare her with the stories he came up with. She in turn, would tease him about losing his title of the “scare master” to books.  

That was until Juvia’s sleepover, and Levy was currently cursing her rotten luck. Juvia had insisted on a sleepover for sometime now, and finally she and the others were available to join in. This night had started innocently enough, with a barbecue dinner and plenty of laughter over beer and chatter. Natsu and Gray had started a friendly game of pool downstairs. Gajeel joined them once dinner had ended and the girls had settled down with wine to catch up.  

That changed when the power flickered, and thunder could be heard rumbling through the house, signaling the approaching storm. Before long the power had snapped off, and stayed off, ending the party downstairs. Just as they were about to disperse and head back home, a torrent of rain began to pour over them, flooding the streets after only few minutes. Though they were unprepared for a slumber party, Juvia was overjoyed (and a little relieved) when they decided to stay the night and wait out the storm. Sleeping arrangements were made, candles were lit and ideas for entertaining themselves were tossed around. When scary stories were brought up, Gajeel couldn’t hold back a groan, knowing that Levy’s interest would be piqued and her eyes would glitter. While most scary stories didn’t bother him, he could safely say that Levy would be a hard one to scare.  

So the group huddled together in the dark living room, wine glasses in hand and blankets wrapped around shoulders securely. Levy was the first to begin, grinning as sadistically as she could while regaling the others with tales of monsters, though the effect was almost useless as Gajeel wouldn’t stop smirking the entire time. He couldn’t help it, even when she was trying to be scary she was too adorable, making him want to wrap her up in his arms and hug her tightly. When his turn came, he didn’t hold back on his most gruesome stories, watching gleefully as the others clung to each other. Levy, on the other hand, did exactly as he expected and cheered at the end.  

Fuuuck,’ he thought as the flashlight was passed to Lucy. ’At this rate she’ll never get scared. Does anything phase her?’ He was about to have his answer as Lucy smirked a bit, then rose and wandered about the room, blowing out all the candles before plopping herself back on her pillow.  

“Alright, I’ve got a good one,” she chuckled, and there was a pressure on his arm; Levy was leaning closer to him, and he wondered if she was aware of it. Lucy must’ve seen it though, for the story she told was unlike the ones shared so far in the night, and even he felt chills crawl up his spine. He was about to wrap an arm around her shoulder as she pressed herself even closer when the flashlight flickered off, and she jumped. Surrounded in pitch black, there was nothing but the sound of Lucy’s voice, continuing on as she reached the climax of the story. He could feel her fingers grip his jeans, and he could her breath begin to pick up speed; she was definitely scared.  

A scream broke out into the room, making them all jump as Lucy flipped the flashlight on again, waving it around like a madman. Levy couldn’t hold back a cry of fear, and nearly dove into Gajeel’s side. She was in utter hell; Lucy had picked her least favorite type of horror stories, and had knowingly used her fear to the story’s advantage. And now her imagination was running overtime, she’d be surprised if she could sleep later on.  

Sure enough, she had a far more difficult time trying to relax as she tossed and turned on the couch. The storm had continued to rage on, and the power had remained cut off, leaving them all in perpetual darkness. She hated it, and the candle she had lit wasn’t helping with the flickering shadows. Her imagination was still running wild, causing her to jump whenever the wind whistled or made the windows rattle harshly. The thunder had ended long ago, thankfully, but the rain still drove itself into the roof.  

She jumped when a large shadow loomed over her, and she pulled the blanket over her head, nearly shivering in fear.  

“Oi, scoot over.”

She sighed in relief when she recognized Gajeel’s voice, then did a double take as she realized what he said. Scoot over? There was no room on the couch, how was he going to fit?

He tugged the blanket away, revealing a very confused Levy, and motioned for her to sit up. When she did, he slid in behind her, wrapped his arms around her and tugged her up till she was sitting in his lap before laying them back down. Stunned but not uncomfortable, she couldn’t help but snuggle into his chest, especially when he tucked the blanket around them. She could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady, comforting her.  

“I didn’t think you were terrified of ghosts, short stuff,” she heard him rumble, a laugh in his low voice. She puffed her cheeks up indignantly, and poked his ribs.  

“Normally not, but I don’t like the dark,” she admitted, turning her head to stare at the dwindling candle. Juvia didn’t have many left, and she didn’t really want to light another one if she woke to darkness. But with Gajeel cuddling with her, facing the dark was a manageable feat on a night like this. Even if he was embarrassed by the fact that she used him like a security blanket whenever he spent the night.  

“So, I guess I should add the darkness element to my stories then?” He teased, and she whipped her head up, her eyes glistening suddenly. He was caught off guard by the pleading in her expression, and mentally berated himself for the bad joke. “Sorry, I guess not.”  

She settled back down, pouting at the concept of Gajeel using her weakness against her as a joke. Sure, he was desperate to get under her skin at times, but nothing as cruel as that. She was considering kicking him off the couch when she felt his lips brush her hair, landing on her scalp softly.  

“Really am sorry,” he murmured, and she felt her body sag as she relaxed on him, forgiving him with a little kiss on his chest before nestling in. Her eyes drooped lower as his hands began to caress her back, drawing little circles over her shoulder blades and dragging down her spine, lulling her to sleep.  

“Gajeel?” She mumbled, burrowing her nose a little deeper when he rumbled, tucking her head under his jaw. “Thank you.”