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Ryden - Neck kisses

Some of the many neck kisses

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Title: Aftermath
Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Humor / Angst
Rating: T

@levihanweek​ Day 2: Nightmare

Levi’s Nightmare: Having a heart-to-heart with Pastor Nick.

“Are you worried about your wife?”

The question shocked him out of his musings.

Levi looked up, “My what?”

But the pastor was already speaking, “You’re obviously beside yourself with stress – and it’s understandable. Not knowing if your wife has survived-”

Levi cut him off, “My what?”

The pastor hesitated, apparently realizing he’d made some mistake, but misunderstanding precisely what it was. “Your…wife? The woman we traveled with before? She’s ah – forceful. You two uh – have the same, er – strident personality. When we first met, she dangled me off the wall.”

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how could i forget madara

inspired by ch. 13 of Under the Rabbit’s Moon by @vesperlionheart

YALLL so apparently ru looked like that this episode (her mug was….different) Bc Mathu Andersen (who paints her for the show) wanted a raise, that he didn’t get, so he painted her for his paycheck the shaaaaaddddeee. Rumor is that maybe he quit and now raven and another queen are doing her hair and makeup now? What a mess

anonymous asked:

In your tags for the post about exploding cucumbers, you said something about a plant that casually catches on fire??? Is this real???! If so can you please tell me more about it?

ok so like 45 people are messaging me about the plant that casually catches on fire and its completely real. its called Dictamnus albus and its a casual perrenial that super pretty and nice and people keep it in their gardens: (x)

what makes Dictamnus albus so notable is that in the summer, it covers itself in a super thick oil thats like?? flammable. its actually so flammable that you can light it and watch it briefly ignite without it harming the plant. heres a demonstration:

we still dont know why it does this. like a few theories are:

-its an accidental effect as a byproduct to the oil, which helps the plant in a completely different way

-it encourages wildfires to help kill off the stuff around it to reduce competition

-it causes wildfires to help kill off the stuff around it to reduce competition 

because of the small size of the resulting fire, however, its kind of hard for me to imagine that it could cause a wildfire. i could totally see it perpetuating a wildfire though, and having something to burn off might help protect the plant from destruction in the fire, too. 

I have so many fic ideas for Tommy x Gibson and no one to write them: 

  • Soulmates AU// or just AU// where Gibson did not die and they see each other again at the train station.
  • reincarnation AU//where they remember.
  • Reincarnation AU// where they don’t or only one (preferably Tommy) remember.
  • Soulmates AU// or AU// where Gibson wants to join De Gaulle and liberate the France to not die as a coward, Tommy is not living it well.
  • Modern AU// where Gibson is the shy boy who almost never talk to anyone.
  • les miserables AU// nothing cliché like grantaire x enjolras or eponine x marius; just two barricades boys who don’t want to die as martyrs. 


imma have to search through my posts but I’m thinkin i’m never gonna find it

but its amazing and I have the strong desire to watch it right now plus everyone needs to see it.

anonymous asked:

Could you write something about our!Ciel and real!Ciel's meeting after not seeing each other for 4 years after the fire, with real!Ciel as a less yandere brother?

Hi anon, it’s been a bit less than three weeks since you sent this in, I think? 

Well, I hope you get a chance to read it. And that you find it at least mildly satisfactory. :)

Rating: G+

Warnings: Might give you some feels. 

‘’I’ve missed you,’’ he says, and the words come out not quite right, sounding more like an accusation than anything else. It doesn’t make them any less true.

‘’I know,’’ the other responds, eyes fixed to the ground. ‘’I know, I—I’ve missed you too.’’

A snort, then, ‘’Is this the part where we kiss and make up?’’

The corners of the other’s lips curl bitterly upwards. ‘’No,’’ he says, ‘’I don’t think so. You died because of me.’’

The truth, once spoken, weighs heavy on them. They know it can’t be fixed, something once lost can never be regained after all, but he’s here, he’s back, he’s standing less than three inches away, and they miss each other. So much it hurts.

‘’No,’’ he says, voice filled with pure determination, ‘’I died because of them.’’

‘’I let you die, then.’’

Silence. Silence so loud it’s almost deafening.

His mouth twists into something unpleasant. ‘’That you did,’’ he says finally.

‘’I’m–sorry. If it means anything, I truly am sorry.’’ The other’s gaze remains downcast.

‘’Look at me.’’

‘’I can’t.’’

‘’Look at me!’’

Words have never before hurt this much. Look at me. Such a simple sentence, such a simple act. All he has to do is lift his head up and open his eyes. And then he’d see. The consequences of his sins, the damage he’s caused. He’d see them all.

He’d see his brother again.

‘’I can’t,’’ he repeats. His eyes sting with unshed tears. ‘’I can’t. I can’t, I’m sorry. I’m—‘’ The rest of his words get drowned out by sobs. For the first time in years, he cries. He sheds the tears he didn’t shed when he saw his brother’s corpse sitting lifeless atop a bloodstained altar; he sheds the tears he didn’t shed when he saw his parents’ names engraved in cold slabs of marble; he sheds the tears he didn’t shed the day he brought a red dress inside the church. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ he wails, the words pitifully insufficient.


A pair of spindly arms wrap tightly around the crying child. He buries his face in the nape of his brother’s neck. ‘’I’m sorry.’’  

‘’Stop. It’s all right. You don’t have to carry this all on your own now. I’m here, and I’m never leaving your side again.’’ It’s all he can offer right now.

He hopes it will be enough. 

A final sob, a sniffle, a tightening of arms around his neck. Then, ‘’I know. I missed you.’’

‘’I missed you too.’’

… … … … … …

A/N: Thank you for the request, anon. Writing this made for a nice change of pace. I hope me choosing not to use names doesn’t make it too confusing, I tried to keep it linear. 

Hahahahha looks like the fandom isn’t the only one who likes the Eisuke Premium Card~ 😂

Luke: Ah~ Eisuke, such a beautiful skeleton. I just want to expand it and decorate the room with it… 

Eisuke: ……Stop it, Luke.

I told you it was canon 😏  

Just Practice {a shance fanfic}

Pairing: Shiro/Lance

Rating: T (fluff, mostly)

Summary: Lance is worried his love life is a disaster, but Shiro doesn’t think he has anything to worry about.

Notes: [strolls in three seasons late with fanfic] so shance is pretty cute, huh? this fic is based off a couple of my personal Shiro and Lance headcanons: firstly, that they’d be best friends because they’re both huge dorks. And secondly, that Shiro is the first guy Lance has ever had a crush on, so he’s kinda in the early stages of a Bi Awakening™ and Shiro kinda knows but isn’t saying anything about it.

{also up on AO3}

The game was simple. An array of containers stood in formation on the coffee table, all snatched from various parts of the Castle: mugs and glasses from the kitchen, trays and bowls from the rec room, and a few boxes from one of the storage cupboards. Lance had lined them up in a rough triangle shape and assigned points to each target. The goal was to throw a token into the containers.

Unfortunately, Alteans didn’t have coins, so the tokens were a little… haphazard. Shiro had scrounged up some bottle caps and metal disks and pinched a few metal washers from Hunk’s tool box, but the end result was still a mishmash of different-sized projectiles.

Not that that bothered Lance in the slightest. He seemed to have a knack for hitting targets with anything Shiro handed him.

“Why do I feel like you picked a game you knew you’d beat me at?” Shiro asked, as he wildly overshot a glass jar.

“Are you accusing me of cheating?” Lance demanded, but the note of humour in his voice robbed the words of any malice.

“No. Just trying to get an unfair advantage.”

“Just let me have this, Shiro.” He bounced a washer off the table and into Hunk’s favourite mug. “I need to win at something to make up for the fact that I’m definitely going to be alone forever.”

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anonymous asked:

Um I like finished fics that have a plot with angst (but not stupid miscommunication angst), smut, also fluff with eventual clexa endgame. Ty




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BBC Class Meme - {4/4} Characters


Black History in Animation:

Cyborg from Teen Titans (voiced by Khary Payton)

Cyborg is the eldest member of the Titans and the second in command after Robin. Half of his body is composed of cybernetic parts, allowing him increased strength, agility, and durability. He is also a walking arsenal equipped with many weapons including a sonic cannon, his weapon of choice. As the Titans’ technical engineer, he is responsible for making the communicators, T-Car, T-Ship, and even the Tower itself. He was also the leader of the Titans East for a short period.

Find the other characters I’ve honored here