it's been stuck in my head all day!!

  • Me, singing Man Up: Time to man u--SAL TLAY KA SITI A PLACE OF HOPE AND JO-man up!!-AND IF WE WANT TO GO THEREEE WE JUST HAVE TO FOLLOW THAT WHIIITE B- time to !! - heavENLY FATHER WHY DO YOU LET BAD THINGS HAPPEN? -sal tlay ka sitiiiii- did you get my t-MORE TO THE POINT, WHY DO YOU LET BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO MEEE?- sal tlay ka sitiiiii, we got y- I'M SURE YOU DON'T THINK I'M A FLAKE- maan upppp!- BECAUSE YOU CLEARLY MADE A MISTAKE! - turn it off!! - I'M GOING WHERE YOU NEED ME MOST: ORLLAAAANNDDOOOOO! ORLANNDOOOOO!- we will listen to the fat white g- mY TIME TO, TIME TO, NOW IT'S MY TIME TO TIME TO- but hasa diga ebowai- NO TIME TO, NOT TIME TO, NO NOW IT'S TIME TO TIME TO-- huuh!- I'M IN THE LEAD FOR THE VERY FIRST - time tooo!- I'M GOING WHERE THE SUN ALWAYS SH- time too!- GOT TO STAND UP (ahhh) GET MY (ahhhh) FLIPPIN CAN UP, IT'S TIME TO,,, TIME TO,,, MAN UP!-- SAL TLAYYYY KA SITTTIIIII (hey ya ya)- SAL TLAYYYY KA SITTIIII-(HEY YA YA)- 'LANDO ORLANDO (SAL TLAY KA SITTIII)- I'M COMMINNGG (MAN U-) ORLAN-- (turn it off!)- SAL TLAYYYY KA SITTIIIII- IT IS TIMMEEE TOOOO- I still have maggots in my scrotum !!!!

I was wondering what it would be like if Hannibal was really into kpop and I mean REALLY. Like instead of him writing songs on the harpsichord it’s him in his room singing and dancing. What if he has like a group of girls to dance with him?
It’s like…
“Mr.Hannibal why do we have to dance?”
“WE’RE DANCING FOR OPPA! NOW GET THE FOOTWORK RIGHT UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO EAT YOU,LIKE THE LAST GIRL!”

finger on the pulse

aaron develops a strange new habit, and robert doesn’t quite understand.

Robert was half asleep when Aaron got in from the scrap run he and Adam had been on all day, the two of them picking up a few new clients up Birmingham direction. He felt the bed dip beside him, and he was about to mumble out a hello when he felt Aaron do something strange.

It wasn’t unusual for Aaron to come in to their bed and wrap himself completely around Robert if he’d gone to bed first, but as Aaron settled himself around Robert, his chin digging into the space between Robert’s neck and shoulder, he pressed a finger to the inside of Robert’s wrist.

Robert kept his eyes closed and his breathing even as he tried to figure out what Aaron was doing, curious now. Aaron’s index finger was pressed to the inside of his wrist, right over the vein there.

Was Aaron checking his pulse?

Robert laid still, and waited, listened to the soft muttering Aaron was doing under his breath, too low for Robert to understand what he was saying.

After a few more seconds, Aaron moved his hand, shifting it to Robert’s stomach, bunching up the material of Robert’s pyjama top so he could press his palm to the warm skin of Robert’s abdomen, the usual way they’d fall asleep like this, with Aaron’s much stronger body tightly wrapped around Robert’s torso.

Taking a mental note to ask Aaron about it later, Robert buried his head further into his pillow, letting sleep take over now his husband was home, and in bed, wrapped up around Robert, exactly where he should be.




Robert had forgotten about it until it happened again, the two of them sitting in the Woolpack, having a quiet, post work pint. They were huddled together in a corner booth, not in the mood to socialise with anyone else.

They were sitting close enough for their knees to be knocking together, Aaron pressed against Robert’s side, comfortable in their relationship in a way Robert sometimes still wasn’t used to.

Marriage had changed them, made them better, made them more comfortable with each other and the love they shared. Robert wasn’t sure how, or why marriage had made such an impact on their relationship, but he was glad of it, glad of how willing Aaron was with things like holding his hand as they’d wander home to the Mill at night, or sitting, pressed close to him like he was now.

Robert was mid-sentence, telling Aaron about a meeting he’d had earlier that day when it happened again, Aaron pressing a finger to the inside of Robert’s wrist, not once taking his eyes off Robert as he mumbled something under his breath.

Maybe the pub hadn’t been the best place to ask, judging by the wide eyed expression on Aaron’s face, but the words were out before Robert could really think about it all that much.

“Why do you do that?” Robert inquired, gesturing to the finger on the inside of his wrist.

Aaron looked flustered, yanking his hand away. “I’ll get us another round in, shall I?” he said, making as though to move out of their booth.

“Aaron,” Robert said quietly, putting a hand on his husbands knee. “Talk to me. Whats wrong?”

Aaron shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a blush rising in his cheeks as he spoke. “I just…… When I was inside, I used to dream about you, you know - just doing normal stuff with you, getting to go to bed with you every night. Sometimes I just need to remind myself you’re actually here, that I’m not dreaming.”

Robert’s heart ached as he listened to Aaron, understood why Aaron had taken up his odd new habit. “I’m sorry,” he blurted automatically, not wanting Aaron to feel as though it had annoyed him. “I was just curious.”

“I woke up a few times thinking I was at home, with you, and I’d be all alone in my bunk,” Aaron admitted softly, lacing his fingers with Robert’s, his grip tight. “I need to remind myself this is all real sometimes, y’know? That you’re here, that I get to be with you every day.”

Robert was torn between wanting to kiss Aaron for all he was worth, or wanting to hug him and never let him go. Aaron, his gorgeous, brilliant Aaron had been through too much in his life, enough to need to do something like check Robert’s pulse to make sure it was all real, that Robert was really there.

Robert settled for squeezing Aaron’s hand tightly, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his husbands mouth. “If you need to do it, never stop, okay?” he said, wanting, needing Aaron to have every coping mechanism he wanted, any coping mechanism that would help.

Aaron gave him a grateful smile. “Okay.”




It was weeks later when it happened again, Robert sitting at his desk in the portacabin, trying his best to ignore whatever contract Nicola and Jimmy were fighting over, the two of them doing his head in.

Aaron arrived in the door silently, heading straight for Robert’s desk, putting a coffee down in front of him. His nightmares had been worse that week, and Aaron looked exhausted, drained completely by four straight nights of interrupted sleep.

“Thought you might need it,” Aaron said quietly, not wanting to be dragged into Nicola and Jimmy’s argument. He had another cup of coffee in his own hand, and before Robert could reach for his, Aaron pressed his finger to the inside of Robert’s wrist.

Just for a second, just for long enough for Aaron to breath a soft sigh of relief, pulling Adam’s desk chair over so he could sit next to Robert, the two of them pressed together knee to elbow.

“I’m here,” Robert murmured, under the pretence of mumbling a thank you for the coffee into Aaron’s ear. “You’re home, with me. I promise.”

Stand Out

Marinette remembers getting the idea, getting caught up in her anger at Chloe’s selfishness. But now as she stood backstage waiting, she suddenly had second thoughts…

Maybe this was a bad idea? 

Adrienette month is coming to a close, and you know who has been absolutely KILLING IT!?!?! yeah, you know who I’m talking about!! @yunyin has consistently posted the most amazing and gorgeous fanart this month every freak-fracking day!! AND JUST WOW!!! it’s definitely been the highlight of my month!! so thanks to @adrinettemonth​ and yunyin for being awesome ^^ 

THAT BEING SAIIIDDDD… its coming up to our favourite onion artist’s birthday sooon!!!!!! and as an early bday present for yunyin here’s a short drabble to show my appreciation, it falls under day 8th’s prompt, disney AU and is based on this post by yunyin 

**whispers** ***audreys birthday is on March 7… consider sending her all your thanks and well wishes and gifts galore!!!***

(ao3 link)

Marinette peeked out from the rich red expanse of the stage curtain, taking in the entire school sitting down in the auditorium for the annual end of school assembly. Her hands shook, listening, but not really hearing the drone of Principal Damocles as he stood behind the center podium. His words became a mere muffled background rumble, soundtracking Marinette’s unease as her eyes roved over the audience.

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Preview - Fun Between Friends Part 3

SUNSHINE BOY WILL FINALLY LOSE HIS VIRGINITY… sometime tomorrow or Friday, lol. Just a little preview, cause I wanted to finish it tonight but that ain’t happening.

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Gladio frowns. “What do you mean we’re stuck here?!”

The mechanic shrugs his shoulders. “Just what I told ya, guy. This car ain’t safe to be out on the road right now.”

Gladio slams his fist on the counter. “It was fine before we changed the oil here in your shop!!!”

Ignis places a calming hand on Gladio’s shoulder. “Gladio, please. We will simply have to have the car towed to Hammerhead. As a show of good faith, I’m certain the owners of this fine shop will have no problem paying the tow truck. After all, it’d be a shame if the crown were to receive word that its property has been damaged by an unscrupulous mechanic looking for a quick buck.”

The mechanic swallows visibly. “C-crown? I… uh… I gotta talk to my boss… but I’m sure we can figure somethin’ out…”

A short time later, Gladio emerges from the shop, shaking his head. You, Prompto, and Noctis sit on a bench outside, busying yourself with your phones. As soon as Gladio emerges you stand, unable to wait any longer. “Well?”

“It looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a few days until we can get the car towed to Hammerhead and Cindy can get a look at her.”

Noctis groans loudly. “Come on… what are we supposed to do for that long?”

Gladio shrugs irritably. “How the hell do I know? I’m your bodyguard, not your damn babysitter.”

Noctis glares at him. “Who asked you to babysit?”

“Enough.” Ignis’s voice cuts through the tension. “All of us could use some time to recharge. Noctis, we passed a fishing hole on our way in. Gladio… I’m sure the local hunter’s guild could use some help. As for you two…”

You interrupt him. “Actually, if it’s all the same to you guys… I’m gonna check into the motel early and take a nap. I slept like shit last night, between the rain and Gladio’s snoring…”

Gladio mutters beneath his breath. “I don’t snore…”

You continue. “I’ll just catch up with you guys at dinnertime, okay? Come get me then please.”

Ignis nods. “Suit yourself.”

Prompto straightens up. “That sounds like a really good idea actually, I’m gonna go sleep too!!”

Everyone stares at Prompto. Gladio gives him a searching glance. “You guys have been hanging out together a lot lately… on your own. You got something you want to tell us?”

Prompto’s flushes under the tall man’s gaze. “Huh??”

Noctis elbows him. “You guys dating or something?”

Prompto shoots you a pleading look, trying desperately to explain but completely failing to make any sense. “We’re not… we couldn’t… I’m just…”

You throw your arm around Prompto’s shoulders and laugh, planting a comically loud kiss on his cheek.. “What, me and this goof? We all know he’s in love with Cindy, I wouldn’t stand a chance. I just feel so safe around him, you know? He’s not a wolf like you, Gladio.”

Gladio gives you a mock-wounded look. “Wolf? Me? I’m as innocent as they come, baby. If you wanna share my bed tonight I’d be happy to prove it to you.”

You throw your other arm around Prompto, pressing your breasts into his arm. It’s a small tease, but you know it must be driving him nuts. “No thanks!! I’ll just stick with good ol’ safe Prompto. Let’s go, Prom.”

Ignis says nothing, he simply pushes his glasses further up his nose. The sunlight reflects off of them in an intimidating manner; it’s just as well, you’d rather not see his expression right now. You give the group a wave and set off in the direction of the motel, dragging a red-faced Prompto behind you.