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This answer is so much better than any tag line I could have ever come up with.

anonymous asked:

Hello, lovely Kat! I absolutely love your writing and I hope it's not too much of a bother, but can I ask about any of your head canons for Minato? For some reason I've just been in a very Minato-y mood, and I thought some inspiration might do me some good. If you don't want to that's fine! I understand your busy. I hope you have a lovely day XD

- What a Dork.

- Has no Chill ever at all. 

- So bad at naming things. SO bad. 

- Once stayed up for over 100 hours to read as many books as he could from the library and started hallucinating. 

- Once they rebuilt that section of the library he was permanently denied access.

- Rin makes most of her pocket money smuggling books out for him. 

- Highkey terrifying but doesn’t really realize it? 

- Forgetful

- Only not? 

- Can remember that one detail of an obscure jutsu that he read in the dark while insanely sleep deprived and dosed with like ten cups of espresso

- But not what he ate for dinner last night

- Sexual orientation is badassery 

- Romantic Idiot™

- He tries hard, but it usually ends in disaster.

- Spent most of the Academy planning out his wedding to whatever pretty powerful person he was in love with that week.

- Is always very Earnest about it and never means it any less no matter how many people he’s crushing on at once. 

- Is most of the reason why Jiraiya’s hair is white

- Jiraiya did nothing to deserve this okay

- (Tsunade and Orochimaru laugh For Days.)

- Taught himself Hiraishin at 13. 

- This should probably have been a Sign. 

- Jiriaya missed it, so it’s all his own fault that he’s Suffering. 

- Clearly, listening to Minato babble about his crushes is totally karma for Jiraiya inflicting his crushes on Orochimaru. 

- Originally wanted to be Hokage because the Hokage has access to all of the forbidden scrolls.

- Yes, he’s that much of a Nerd. 

anonymous asked:

there's something that i think we should all think about, remember how in Predacons Rising ,KO asks Bee when he can get an oil bath and BB was like "sure, just tell me what i want to hear", wonder did he ever get it? Like how was it that everything turned out okay cause those 2 agreed on a spa date

anonymous asked:

jeremy heere is such a terrible protagonist like he's literally just so boring and i dont see the appeal lol

What the fuck did you just fucking say about my son, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

anonymous asked:

you make such amazing prompts 😍if it isnt too much to ask, do you think you could ever do me some prompts for an overly indulgent god flirting with a mortal who lives his life like a broke college student ?? its ok if youre too busy though!! you do such great work with all these prompts!!!

1) “I have to work,” the college student muttered.
Their god roommate sighed entirely too long sufferingly, before perking up. “How much do you make?”
“I’ll double it.”
“Fine, I’ll triple it,” the god said as if that was the issue. “All you have to do is amuse me.” The god’s eyes gleamed.

2) “You know I can’t afford this, right?”
“I’ll buy it.”
“You can’t just buy me a hundred pound shirt.”
“Sure I can. I love spoiling you,you always get so adorably flustered.”
“No - I - that’s because -”
“You’re doing it right now.” The god reached out, eyes intent, cupping a burning cheek. “Looks lovely with the suit I’m getting you.”
“For dinner. Though I suppose you can also wear it to your interview.”

3) “You’re maddening. You’re not even poor.”
“It’s for emergencies.”
“Being out of champagne is an emergency,” the god whined. “Please, for me. Bad enough to be stuck here, do you have to make me suffer too? Please.” They wrapped their arms around the mortal currently trying to grocery shop. They moved their lips to the human’s ear. “You’d have the favour of the gods.”
“The god might have more of my favour if he did the dishes every once in a while.”
“Can’t I just do you instead? You need to relax. Live a little. Discount service for friends - I’ll accept mead.”
“For god’s sake!”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to get across, yes. For me. Darling.”

4) “You look like you just walked out of a bargain bin. Take it off. You’re hurting me.”

Reggie Mantle - Forgiveness

Originally posted by riverdalebish

Request: “could u do were the reader has a fight with reggie and he regrets fighting and trys to make it up to her!! xx”

Requested by: Anon

Requests are: Open

(I do NOT own the gif)

Note From Author: Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for requesting! I really hope you enjoy the imagine. It’s not as good as I would have liked it to be, and I do feel as though it’s a bit rushed, but I always have trouble with writing anything about fighting and making up because it’s a lot of story line in a small amount of content, so I hope you enjoy none the less! Thanks again! :)


“Babe, I said I was sorry! Would you please just talk to me for a second?”

You looked at Reggie and scoffed, a laugh of disbelief quickly escaping your mouth as you continued to ignore him. Ever since you and Reggie had had a fight about your tutor sessions with Archie, you had made it a point to ignore him at all costs. Not only had he been acting like a child over something so innocent and simple, but he actually had the audacity to accuse you of cheating on him. After all the time you had been together and after all the two of you had been through throughout your relationship, you weren’t okay with that, and you definitely weren’t going to forgive him as easily as he wanted you to. 

“Go away, Reggie.” You hissed, looking at nothing but the homework sprawled out in front of you in hopes that he would just give up and leave.

“Please, Y/N.” Reggie begged, his warm hand lightly resting on your thigh as he knelled in front of you. “How many times do I have to apologize before you forgive me?”

“You accused me of cheating on you, Reggie.” You hissed again, your voice stone cold and full of venom. “You accused me of cheating on you, and you accused me of cheating on you with Archie, my best friend! Do you really think I’m not going to be pissed about that?”

“I know, and I’m sorry!” He apologized, his voice so full of guilt and regret that it almost made you give in. “It’s just that you had been spending a lot of time with Andrews lately, and I knew the two of you were really close, and it just…I don’t know. It worried me.” 

“Why would that worry you, Reggie? You know we’ve been best friends since we were kids?” You asked, your curiosity slowly getting the better of you. You and Reggie had knew each other for a long time, and you knew he was one of the most confident people in all of Riverdale, so you didn’t really understand why he would worry about something as simple as a 30 minute algebra session.

“Because you deserve better.” Reggie said suddenly, his voice so pure and true that all the walls you had built in order to make yourself ignore him came tumbling down before he had even finished his sentence. 

You turned toward Reggie quickly, your eyes automatically meeting his and your hand lightly touching his shoulder. “You know that’s not true, Reggie. Why would you think that?”

Reggie gave you a small smile, his hand that had been resting on your thigh giving the skin a gentle squeeze. He let out a sigh, his eyes boring into yours before slowly making his way next to you rather than in front of you, the warmth of his body quickly radiating onto your skin and tempting you to melt into him.

“C’mon, Y/N. Andrews is nicer than me. He’s smarter than me. He’s better at football than me, and he has more actual friends than me.” Reggie whispered, his eyes looking into yours so deeply that you felt as though you were drowning. “Hell, I mean, the only thing I had that he didn’t was you, and with all the time you guys had been spending together, I thought that maybe he was trying to take that away.”

You looked at Reggie and sighed, your heart breaking into a million pieces as the words rolled off his tongue and into your ears. You had no idea that Reggie felt that way, and while you were still upset that he would ever think you would cheat on him, you couldn’t help the guilt and pain that was weighing on your heart. 

“Reggie….I didn’t know you felt that way.” You whispered, you hand leaving his shoulder and making its way into his. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry!” Reggie insisted, gripping your hand tightly and pulling you closer to him. “I’m the one who should be apologizing! You never gave me any reason to be worried or insecure and I was a total ass. I made accusations and said some mean things and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please believe that.” 

“I believe you when you say you’re sorry, Reggie.” You confirmed, your hand gripping his as if you were adding emphasis. “But I’m still really hurt that you thought I was cheating on you.”

“I know, and I’m sorry!” Reggie apologized again, his hand leaving yours and gently resting on your cheek. “ Just please let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything, Y/N. I swear.”

You looked at Reggie once again, your breath shaky and weak as his smooth hand gently caressed your face. You knew he was sorry, you did. You knew that he was being true and sincere and, despite your still slightly hurt feelings, you couldn’t be angry with that. Truth and honesty is all you ever asked for from Reggie and he had always given you exactly that. How could you not forgive him? 

“Fine, I forgive you.” You reassured, lightly poking him on the chest before packing up your belongings. “But you have some serious making up to do.”

A huge smile made its way onto Reggie’s face, his tanned skin and pink lips instantly taking you breath away as he quickly pulled you against him. “Thank you, Y/N! Thank you! I promise, I’ll do anything you want, and I mean anything! Movies? Shopping? Netflix and chill? Ghost Hunters marathon? Makeup sex? Just pick something and it’s done, but just know that personally, I really like the last option.”

You let out a soft giggle, the old Reggie coming back into view as his once sad and vulnerable personality quickly started to go back to normal. You continued to pack up your stuff before making an abrupt stand, your hand pointing towards Reggie in order for him to take it.

“Me. You. Pops.” You said, a small smile on your face as you pulled Reggie off the couch.

“Seriously?” Reggie laughed, his eyes shining with a love so pure that you could feel it in your bones. “You really want me to make it up to you by buying you a cheeseburger?”

You gave him another smile, your hand instantly linking with his before quickly pulling him towards the exit of the room. “You’re not just buying me a cheeseburger, Mantle. You’re buying me the whole damn menu.” 

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The Edge

When I was growing up, I always thought life was like a video game. I did everything I could to keep up the illusion: doing homework was like completing a quest, talking with friends was like navigating branching dialogue trees with NPCs, and making it to the podium at graduation was like killing the final boss.

I kept these fantasies to myself and didn’t think much of them until little details started standing out. Sometimes I’d be walking along a trail in the woods and my eyes would gravitate towards a tree that looked just a bit blurrier than the others. Other times I’d be talking with my parents and the conversation would seem off, as if their responses were just vague enough to make sense if I had said something else.

“Mrs. Bainbridge gave us way too much work tonight!” I’d argue. “Homework is important, son,” Dad would say. “There’s no way I can finish this project on top of baseball practice!” I’d yell. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” Dad would say.

I grew skeptical. I started testing the universe to make sure it was real. One by one, the pieces of the puzzle that I thought I had solved became detached. One afternoon, I punched my best friend Aidan straight in the teeth. His face recoiled a bit, but then snapped back into place, his big smile unfazed.

“Want to play Smash later?” Aidan said immediately after, grinning from ear to ear.

The next day, I tried to get my parents to say my name.

“Come down for dinner, honey!” Mom called. “How was your day, sport?” Dad asked. “Elbows off the table, dear,” Mom said.

This went on for the rest of the night. I couldn’t remember the last time my parents ever said my name.

Looking back on it, I should have just accepted it. It wasn’t hard to live my life as the game intended. I could have been happy if I had drowned out all the red flags. It’s too late for that now.

Yesterday, or at least I think it was yesterday, I decided to push the game to its limits. Right before school I stole my mom’s keys, got in her truck, and drove. It didn’t matter where I was going, so long as it was somewhere new.

Eventually, the road got less familiar. I was entering the wilderness. In a half-hour, I had reached the city limits, beyond the thick canopy of trees that isolated our town from the outside world.

Except…there was nothing. The road ended there. The land just stopped. Everything was blue. Up, down, and out into the endless expanse. It was all blue.

I stood there on the precipice, wondering what my life had been up until that moment. I wondered what it could be. I took my first step into the blue unknown. I started to fall.

In those final seconds, the scariest thing I could imagine was living a life that someone else had chosen for me.

But now?

I’m still falling.

Escape:  the residency years

Claire sat cross-legged on the bench outside of the hospital.  She was trying to decide if she should call Jamie or take the bus home after her appointment. Her OB-GYN had given her the all clear today.  

Six weeks.

Six weeks since she’d lost her daughter.  Six weeks since her body had survived a bloody nightmare.  

You can resume a normal life, her doctor had said.  

There was nothing normal about her life, except for the hospital.  Her life as a doctor was normal in that chaotic, hectic way.  

Her home life wasn’t normal.  Jamie was quiet, and distant.  Some nights she would see him at his drafting table gazing off, unfocused, his face a mix of sadness, and introspection.  Some nights she would get home from working late, and see him on the fire escape sipping from his tumbler of whisky.  He was a strong man, yet even he had his limits.  

She wasn’t normal.  She felt and looked different.  She was softer now.  Her mind, her body, her strength all so much softer than before.  Her stomach was far from the flat plane it once was.  Her mind was plagued by insecurities, what ifs and why me. 

You can resume a normal life.

It was time to reconnect.  Reconnect with her husband, with herself, and with her dreams.  

Claire unfolded herself from the bench, gathered her things, and began walking to the bus stop.  She was standing at the corner waiting for the light to change when the small shop caught her eye.  Normally she would walk past. That was for other women.  Life was no longer normal, so maybe a trip to that shop would be what she needed.  A suit of armor, so to speak.  

She crossed the street and pushed open the glass door.  

Jamie was waiting for her text.  He’d asked her to tell him what the doctor said, and she nodded absentmindedly.  He didn’t want to badger her, so he waited. He checked his phone obsessively, and fought against the impulse to call her and ask. By three o’clock he’d had enough of waiting.

“Gu ifrinn le e!” Jamie said, and started to pack up for the day.

 “Willie!” he shouted to the outer office.  

His assistant lifted his head.  “Aye, Jamie?”  

“We’re done for the day, mate.  Let’s go.  It’s Friday. We’re knocking off early.”

Jamie walked into the flat laden down with his computer bag, and two grocery sacks.  He bustled in banging into the door frame, his keys wound around a finger, and the post in his mouth.  

“Claire!” he said, and dropped the envelopes in surprise. He laboured over to the kitchen trying not to drop anything else.  “What are you doing home so early?”

“I could ask you the same thing?  And what’s all this?”  Claire got up from the sofa to check out what her husband had brought home. The floppy leaves of fresh leeks were sticking out from one of the brown bags, and in the other she could see the tiny spears from a bunch of asparagus peeking over its edge.

“Ach.  It’s been a long week.  Willie and I skived off early.  Also,” he said a little sheepishly, “I saw this dish on Instagram today and I wanted to try it.”  

“Jamie Oliver?” Claire laughed.  Ever since she started her residency Jamie had done the cooking, and once she got pregnant –

You can resume a normal life.

“Aye.”  Claire’s breath caught at his smile.  Jamie really did have the most beautiful smile.  “Risotto.”

“Oooooo!”  Claire started removing the foodstuffs.  

Jamie looked at this wife.  She was freshly showered, her curls drying around her face. She had on one of those wee dresses she found so comfortable, and that he found sexy.  He could see most of her legs, and the fabric clung to the curve of her bottom.

“Ye look beautiful, Claire.”  

She paused for a moment, and glanced up at her husband.  It was his voice that stopped her.  That mixture of wonder and awe that sometimes crept into it. She could see truth in his eyes.  After all he had witnessed, after all the ugliness, he still found her beautiful.  His compliment was a soothing balm to her mental wounds.  She walked around the counter, and placing her hands on the sides of his jaw, kissed him softly on the mouth.  

“Thank you.  Now go change.  I’m starving.”  

Dinner was amazing.  The risotto was delicious, and it did his heart good to hear Claire laugh as he tried to juggle the recipe on his phone and imitate Jamie Oliver while he cooked.  They’d had wine, and talked.  Claire told stories of people at the hospital that made him laugh until he ached.  He caught her up on the recent projects at the Distillery and showed her a couple of his newest designs.  

When he sat down on the couch with a beer and turned on one of his many recorded rugby games, she stole upstairs.

You can resume a normal life.

Jamie stretched his long legs out in front of him. He sipped from his beer, still content from dinner and the fact that Scotland was winning.  It took him a minute to register the shape at the top of the stairs.

“Jesus.  God.  Claire.”  He fumbled trying to put down the bottle without knocking it sideways.  He almost missed the table because he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.

Her breasts were plump over the barest of lace cups.  He couldn’t tell from this distance but there was no way they covered her areolas.  The panties hugged her low on her hips.  Her hair was a riot of curls dancing over one shoulder, thick and full.  She smiled like the devil herself, twirling one curl around her index finger.  Well, if that wasn’t a damn metaphor for how he felt right now.      

Red.  She was wearing scarlet red lingerie.  

She set him afire.  

Mesmerized he walked slowly, one bare foot in front of the other, to the bottom of the stairs.  

“Holy Mother of God.”

Claire laughed out loud.

“What?  What did I say?  Are ye laughing at me?”  Jamie’s brain was completely addled.  

“Yes, I most certainly am!”  She couldn’t stop giggling.  

What had he said that was so funny?  

“You can call me Claire, darling,” she added, teasingly.

Jamie bit his lip.  Aye, she wasn’t exactly the image of an angel.  “Don’t make fun, Claire, or ye’ll get what ye deserve.”  

“Promise?”  The vixen turned, and walked away.  The scrap of lace from behind framed her bottom in such a way that her bare skin resembled the shape of a heart.  

He groaned and missed the first step, swearing as he stubbed a toe.  The sight of her bare arse swaying in front of him was too much.  He sprinted up the stairs two at a time.  

Their bedroom was dark, just the light from the hallway seeped through his first few steps into the room.  He moved to turn on a lamp but she stopped him.

“Please don’t.”  Claire stood by the foot of the bed, twisting her fingers.   She was nervous.  She had been offered so many opinions. Women telling her it would be different.  It would hurt.  Don’t expect too much.  

“What’s this, then?”  Jamie approached her cautiously.

She shrugged.  Her eyes begged him to acquiesce to her request.    

Jamie moved to the window and opened the curtains. The pale gray light of the streetlights coupled with the moon bathed her in a pearly glow.  She was luminescent.  Claire covered her tummy, just below her belly button.  Ah. So that’s how it is.  Jamie moved toward her slowly, linked his pinky fingers through hers and slowly drew her hands away from her body, and the flesh they covered.  One red striation snaked down the left side of her tummy.  Her belly button was droopy.  Jamie looked at his wife, and saw the insecurity in her eyes.  

“It’s ugly,” she whispered.  

You can resume a normal life.

“Aye,” Jamie whispered back.  “I ken a wee bit about scars, Sassenach.”  He let go of her hands, and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.  “I ken how they make ye look at yerself.”  He turned his back to her, and spoke over his shoulder.  “Because I once looked at myself, and felt ugly, too.”  

Claire made a small noise that made him turn around and face her once more, fingers tapping nervously on his thigh.  Claire needed his reassurance.  He would give her the same gift she gave him years before.

“I remember every minute, every second of that first time we made love.  Ye walked around me, and ran yer hands over my back.  I waited to see revulsion in yer expression, and when I looked at ye, weel, I saw lust.”  Jamie chuckled. “Ye’ve no idea how relieved I was because by then I was so turned on I couldna bear it if ye walked away.”  

Claire smiled at the memory.

He ran his index finger lightly down her stretch mark, and hooked it under the lace edge of her panty.  He heard her breath hitch.  He tugged at the fabric, just enough to knock her off balance so she had to take a step toward him.  He placed his big hands on either side of her, and slowly ran them over her hips and down her backside.  He cupped her, lifting her slightly.  Her face was close to his, her mouth a fraction away.  “Now kiss me, mo neighean donn, and let me show ye how beautiful ye are to me.”

Claire grabbed her husband’s shoulders, and hung on. He kissed her, pouring all of his love into that first meeting of their mouths.  She ran her hands over him, feeling his familiar scars.  The scars that made him Jamie, and no one else. This big man who was the gentlest of lovers when she needed him to be. 

Tonight, she needed him to take the lead.  She surrendered herself to him, let him turn her around in his arms and hold her against his chest.  Let him run his hands over her body, feeling the weight of her breasts as he kissed the side of her neck.  Let him slide a hand down over her soft stomach, and find the heat between her legs, making her feel warm, and sexy while he nipped at her lobes.

Jamie led her by the hand to their bed.  He slid off her panties, murmuring in Gaelic, his eyes hooded.  He worshiped her body, kissed every inch of her skin.  He ran his tongue down her stretch mark, and kissed her misshapen belly button.  He took her slender legs and placed them over his shoulders, making her writhe and buck, and finally shatter.  

Then, he stood and shucked his jeans.  Climbing onto the bed, he nestled himself between Claire’s thighs before she could catch her breath.  He balanced on his elbows, and kissed her again.  

He felt her tense beneath him.

Jamie pulled back and looked at her.  “What’s wrong, mo graidh?”  

“I’m scared,” she breathed.  “I’m scared it will be different for you.”

You can resume a normal life.

“Och, aye.  After 2 months without my wife, it’ll feel different right enough.  It’ll feel like Heaven.”  He bumped his nose against hers, waggling his eyebrows.  

Claire did not smile.  “They say,” she swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck. “They say after you give birth that it’s….it feels….looser, down there.  To a man.”

A Dhia, she was struggling. Jamie had no idea that Claire had all of these thoughts battling inside her head.  While he appreciated her honesty, she picked a fine time to reveal her anxieties, when he was fit to bursting.  He took a deep breath, and brushed her hair away from her face.  Laughing through dinner relaxed her.  Their banter on the stairs relaxed her.  He’d carry on with the humour.  

“Is this yer way of saying size matters, Sassenach?”  He teased her with the tip of himself.  “Are ye afraid ye’ll find me lacking?”

Claire grinned, and slapped his bottom.  “That is not what I meant, and you know it!”

Jamie took that moment, when her legs relaxed, to enter her.  She arched her back, and gasped.

“Can ye feel that?” he asked, breath hot against her neck.  “For I surely can.” He kissed her, licking her bottom lip.  “And it feels like I’m home.”

You can resume a normal life.

It did feel like home.  Jamie was right.  He was in her arms, and in her body, and it felt like it had a hundred times before.  It didn’t matter what she looked like, how many stretch marks she had.  Even the damn lingerie didn’t matter. This was right.  This was perfect.

In response Claire locked her legs around his back.  She shifted and settled him deeper between her thighs. Reaching up, she brought his head down for a scorching kiss that had him rocking instinctively.  She gave him all of herself and took nothing in return.  When Jamie shouted and stiffened above her she felt the joy of loving him fill her heart.

Jamie’s head was pressed against her neck as he tried to catch his breath.

“So, where did ye find this?”  He pulled at the strap of her bra.  

“At that lingerie shop near the hospital bus stop.  The doctor said I could ‘resume a normal life’ and I wasn’t sure I could without a bit of help.  A suit of armor, so to speak.” She ran a hand over his bicep.

“Christ, Sassenach.  Dinna show up to battle like that again.”  He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, and mumbled sleepily.  “My heart canna take it.”  

Claire woke up some time later to the sound of cheering. Slipping out of bed she stole downstairs to find the television still on, and Jamie’s beer warm on the table. She hit the button on the remote, and silence fell. She took his bottle to the sink, and turned off the lights.  

Darkness in the flat allowed her to look out the window at the lights of Edinburgh.  She could see the fire escape that mirrored their stairs inside. She had taken those outside steps, cautiously, years ago, not knowing where it would lead her.  Now, she was on the inside, having taken those steps towards love, marriage, medical school, and a family.     

As she climbed up on her way back to bed she laughed softly thinking of how Jamie had bolted up these stairs tonight at the sight of her.  Honestly, why had she worried so much?  Scars be damned. They didn’t change how she looked at him, how could she have been so shallow as to think hers would have mattered to him?  Resuming a normal life had made her think that how they had been living for the past six weeks was somehow abnormal.  Wrong. Flawed.

It wasn’t.  

They would carry their scars together.  The ones on their bodies, and the scar of losing Faith on their hearts.  Together.  Forward in life.  

She crawled into bed next to her husband,and stroked the russet coloured curls back from his forehead.  He smiled briefly, and her heart melted. Jamie was still Jamie.  They still found pleasure in each other’s bodies.  They still had the same dreams.

Everything was normal.  

anonymous asked:

Why does everyone in the sunny fandom shit on Glenn howerton? It's funny I just want to know why so I can join in

because he’s immensely talented and clever and attractive but all he chooses to do with his gifts is make weird dad jokes while looking like a corpse fresh from the river

honestly this video says it all better than i ever could:

Jealous, Draco Malfoy x reader

Originally posted by crystalgreene-justromance

Request: Hii can i request a Draco imagine where hufflepuff (y/n) likes to help neville when he gets himself into situations like his uniform got all chewed up from the monstrous book of monsters and (y/n) helps to sew his uniform and patch it up n stuff and Draco gets jealous becuz he likes (y/n) and he gets himself into situations similar to Neville (maybe thats why he went to bother the hippogriff the moment after) 😁
Information: Y/N = your name, h/c= hair color, h/l= hair length, e/c= eye color.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff reader

Draco didn’t really pay attention to the other houses. He was a slytherin, and as his parents always told him, he was meant to marry a pureblood. No one else. Of course there were purebloods in other houses, but Draco only looked at the slytherins. It wasn’t that the girls in slytherin were ugly, they were very pretty actually. They just weren’t his type. It didn’t matter how much they flirted with him, he couldn’t find himself to fall in love. His father always said that marriage wasn’t about love. Well that was easy to say for a man that crushed on a girl for years only to hear that he is going to marry her. Draco wants to find someone who he can talk to, who he can have a little fun with and who is pureblood
And then he saw them.
He didn’t know why he had never seen them before. Their h/l h/c hair seemed to glow in the sunlight, their e/c eyes sparkling with joy and a yellow scarf tightly wrapped around their neck. Yellow. And black. A hufflepuff. It wasn’t that he cared about their house. Everything was fine as long as it wasn’t gryffindor. The next two weeks, Draco kept a close eye on them. He noticed that they were one year below him. They didn’t hang out with the same people and never seemed to be in the same place. So he followed them. 

“Neville!” their slightly shorter frame turned around, their voice a little higher than usual as they noticed the clothes of the chubby gryffindor boy. “What happened?” They tried to fix his clothes and ran a finger across a cut on his cheek. “Ah, it’s nothing Y/N” Neville chuckled awkwardly. “The plants didn’t like me to take care of them today, that’s all.” he calmed them. Draco couldn’t help but feel jealous as they kept on insisting to take Neville to the hospital wing. 

Draco noticed that they cared about everyone who looked a little bit broken, and he got a plan. A stupid plan, but he was sure it would work. The jealousy has reached its highest point yesterday. He had walked into the great hall, seeing Y/N with a needle and a long threat working on Neville his robe. They were laughing together as they patched his robes all up within no time.

So Draco did the stupidest thing he could ever do. 

“What happened to you?” a voice behind him asked. He grinned to himself and confidently turned around, locking eyes with the smaller frame of Y/N. “A hippogriff” he sighed dramatically. They gasped and their eyes scanned his arm. “Mrs. Pomfrey said I were lucky, it could have killed me.” they kept on talking for a while as they walked towards the Hufflepuff common rooms. He wouldn’t admit it, but he fell more in love than ever just by talking to them. 

I was recovered,
I thought
yet I am comforting myself
by relaying on something
silver, small and sharp
something reminding me of the bad days
of the days where I could barely move,
barely sleep
barely talk
of the days, I, myself,
was my own worst enemy
the days where my mom asked me where all the blood came from,
I wonder many times if she will ever find out the truth
I don’t think so
the sharp small and silver thing
was once my best friend
it made me tear myself apart,
now it’s a childhood memory
I would rather forget
yet sometimes I’m going back
because I never learned another way
to survive this consuming darkness.
bts as parents

•probably has a little boy and girl
•the one that always! picks! up! their! kids! from! school!
•loves packing their lunches bc he loves helping out his s/o! he also loves cooking but we all know that
•"do well in school today! please don’t fail!“
•tries to be encouraging but its very kinda embarrassing
•like at soccer games or really any sporting event this man is yELLING YOUR CHILDRENS NAMES OUT
•he’s also the type of parent to always wanna tuck their kids in bed even when they’re grown
•overall wonderful parent 10/10 v loving

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anonymous asked:



If I had it my way, I wouldn’t even be here.

It takes SO much more strength than you could ever imagine.

So tell me, who’s hearts have I broken?

Showstopper’s? @ask-showstopper-bendy

He made that mess his DAMN SELF. Don’t put that on anyone but HIM.

Sendy’s? @sendythedemon

I barely even knew him. There was NO relationship, just fucking.

So tell me.



i recently caught up with bsd and fell very hard for these two, so naturally i had to draw them

A tale of fairies.

She was part an ancient race, He was more than a simple human.  By the hand of her benevolent king they can be together even if the circumstances decide against them.


-I’ll be waiting for you, but please. Come back to me.

-It’s all i could ever ask.


DAY 1| DAY 2 | DAY 3 | DAY 4 | DAY 5 | DAY 6 | DAY 7

Okay guys i had planned some meaningful short doujinshis but i’m still stuffed with work so this ride will be co-related, i mean the days, this basically will be like a fanfiction of 7 scenes. 

anonymous asked:

Lol Steve is furious bc he's jealous and Bucky is furious bc a woman got to tap Tony before he did. LOL. IMAGINE Bucky and Steve slow creepin' up on them in the penthouse just to hear them go at it in bed. Imagine that the soldiers spying on them having sex

You guys… this… got out of control. I’d apologize but I’m not sorry.

“I have never heard Tony make a noise like that”

“Buck this is weird, we shouldn’t be listening to–”

(“Oh goddamnit Di, deeper deeper I can take it!”
“Anthony, you are darling like this. Beautiful.”)

“Shit.” Bucky is pressed up against the door as close as he can get, trying to listen and Steve is trying NOT to listen but absolutely failing because… come on.

“How is it that we’ve never seen him NAKED, but Wonder Woman there gets him in bed within the first hour? I mean she literally has only been in the compound for an hour!” Steve is seething and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Maybe because she’s WONDER WOMAN, punk. Still, that’s some game she’s got.”

“It’s got to be the breastplate corset thing.” Steve muses. “Can’t look away from it.”

“Yeah but why would THAT have Tony rolling over and begging her–”

“For the love of god don’t finish that sentence.” Steve begged.

“You guys are gross.” Clint’s amused voice jerks both of them away from the door and they both blush furiously. “Listening at a door? Gross.”

“Clint it’s not–”
“Yeah it’s not like–”

“I had Widow drop a camera on the window.” Clint motioned for them to follow. “I’ll even make popcorn if you want.”

“Excuse me.” Steve tried to look affronted. “We are absolutely not–”

“Son.” Buckys voice dropped to mimic Steve’s. “Just don’t. We both know we are going to spy on them. Come on.”
“Do you think it worked? Do you think they left?” Tony asked, from the couch, and Diana smiled down at him, sweeping her long dark hair off her shoulder and dropping onto the couch next to him.

“Anthony. I do not understand much about this world, but hearing a virile man such as yourself shout ‘deeper’ is enough to peak anyone’s curiosity. I can’t imagine your peeping toms are at the door any longer.”

“Yeah.” Tony leaned back into her arms, shifting a little because he was still sore from earlier. “Thanks for being gentle by the way.”

“Darling.” Diana kissed his head, then his lips. “I would never hurt you. There is something to be said for making slow, sweet love to someone so beautiful.”

“Boss, the camera Black Widow dropped in the room is being accessed.” FRIDAYS voice intoned and Tony grinned.

“Come here and kiss me Princess. Let’s give them a show.”

“Ah, my love.” She smiled into his eyes and leaned in to kiss him again as the camera went live. “Are you sure you want them watching? I won’t be as gentle this time.”

They all wanted to be horrified, scandalized at seeing the Amazon Princess pushing Tony into the bed, to her body rolling and moving in a way that had Tony screaming and arching his back.

They wanted to uncomfortable with the sheer LENGTH of the cock on the end of the harness sitting snugly around her trim waist and perfect hips, the amount of everything that Tony was taking was almost… almost…

None of them were horrified.
All of them were blushing and shifting and fanning themselves because… /fuck/.

Steve was the first to break, running from the room to seek some privacy to.. to… well. Anyways.

Bucky wasn’t far behind him.

Clint just reached and traced his hand up Natasha’s thigh and she smirked at him.

“How you feelin’ baby?”

“It’s like the best porn in the world. The hottest man I’ve ever seen and the only woman besides you who has ever come close to turning my head.”

“She’s amazing isn’t she? Look at the way she moves. All that grace and power.” Natasha murmured, and her breath hitched as she shifted in her seat and she scooted closer, widening her legs so Clint could touch more, further between her thighs.

“Yeah?” He asked curiously and she nodded, green eyes sparking with arousal. “Yeah baby girl, come here.”

“Apologies, love.” Diana pressed soft kisses up and down Tony’s back. “I know we only meant to kiss for you friends, but I am afraid you are irresistible.”

“Its fine.” Tony said though gritted teeth, his voice raw from yelling, and so SO sore he couldn’t even lay on his back. “It’s fine. That was so good. I don’t need to walk for a week, it’s fine.”

“You’re sure?” Her long fingers stroked over his lean muscles. “If you would like, you can have me next. I would enjoy the feel of you inside me.”

“Oh-oh–” Tony breath stuttered but he shook his head. “Maybe tomorrow, Princess. Let’s just cuddle, huh?”
The next morning, Tony limped into the kitchen with Diana following him closely.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked innocently.

Clint and Natasha were all over each other, kissing and whispering soft things because their night together had been AMAZING.

Bucky and Steve were on opposite ends of the kitchen, staring into their coffees and refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

Tony tried not to laugh and glanced up at Diana, who smiled that perfect smile and dropped a kiss onto his lips.

“Anthony, I fear we have broken your team.”

Tony laughed, then flinched, and limped for some ibuprofen.

Steve and Bucky glanced up only long enough to stare jealously at Diana.

She just winked.