it's not her birthday but whatever

Birthday

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: It’s your birthday, and this is Bucky’s late gift to you. (No plot, just smut)

Warnings: smut. Unprotected sex(Wrap it before you tap it) daddy and kitten kinks, sergeant kink, ties and such

A/N: Happy birthday to my babe, @jamesbarnesblog! This one is for you, bb.


Bucky backed you up against the door of his quarters, smashing his lips against yours as his hands roamed your body, your hands playing with his white collar and tie in a hot and heavy kiss. “Easy, Sergeant.”

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: It's Klaus birthday in NOLA and Rebekah secretly sent an invitation for Caroline, because the siblings have a secret bet going on about who's present gonna be the best. After 1000 what does one give to someone who can get whatever he wants :D

Kol is sipping a margarita, splayed out on one of the leather couches in their lounge room when she gets back from her shopping expedition in New Orleans.

The radio is on, playing one of those inane pop tunes that Kol for some reason seemed to love, and his foot is swaying lazily to the beat as he stares up at the fan whirring lazily on the ceiling above them.

“What on Earth are you doing?” She asks of Kol, whose eyes flick towards her, a self satisfied smile creeping across his face when he sees her.

“Celebrating.” Kol says with great relish, taking a sip of his margarita. “Can I offer you a drink, sister?”

“Knowing you you’ve probably spiked it with some sort of sleeping potion, so it’ll be a hard pass this time.” She replies with disdain, remembering the last time Elijah had accepted a drink from Kol, and had then promptly broken out in hives that had taken quite a few days to disappear, and only with the assistance of a witch that owed Elijah quite a few favours.

Kol had ended up with a dagger in his chest for a month before Elijah had deigned to make amends with him.

“God you’re all no fun.” Kol mumbles under his breath, sitting up on the couch and planting his booted feet on the floor. “And since you never asked what I was celebrating, I’m going to tell you anyway.”

“Of course you are.” She remarks dryly, tapping her foot against the floor, cursing the humidity that seemed to hang over New Orleans at this time of the year like an unpleasant shroud.

Already she can feel her hair sticking to the back of her neck, her clothes pressing to her skin unpleasantly. Maybe she could go for a swim a little later.

“Well, as you well know Bekah, Nik’s birthday is coming up. And I know that we all try and one up each other when it comes to buying him a gift. God knows why considering how many times he’s daggered us all… If anything he should be buying us presents to make up for it.” Kol is just thinking out loud now, and she can’t help but sigh, massaging her temples.

In fact, Nik had brought her plenty of gifts to make up for the whole daggering thing, knowing that she was materialistic at heart and was far more likely to respond positively to that than murmured platitudes and constant apologies.

She wouldn’t give up her designer wardrobe, villa in Tuscany, and private island for anything.

“Get to the point.” She snarls as Kol continues to mumble under his breath.

“Fine. I just want to tell you and Elijah that you shouldn’t bother trying this year, because I’ve got him the present to end all presents. The perfect gift.”

“You do?” She asks incredulously, because Kol’s idea of a perfect gift is usually a stripper or a gift voucher to some obscure store.

“I do.” Kol says with another smug smile. “So just don’t even go there this year Bekah. You’re not going to beat me!”

With that, Kol drains the rest of his margarita, falling back to lie on the couch once more.

Justin Bieber starts playing on the radio, and as she marches out of the room to escape the stupidity of the song, an idea begins to form in her mind.

Kol wasn’t going to know what hit him.


“I could get used to this.” Caroline Forbes remarks with a laugh, reclining on the pure white sand as the sun beats fiercely down on her skin.

“I’m not sure about the heat.” Enzo has propped himself up on her elbow next to her, Ray Bans covering most of his features as he takes in the crystalline blue water. “Although it is a beautiful corner of the world.”

She’d been dying to come to Australia for some time now, and she and Enzo had spent the last few months wandering the massive island continent. As she very quickly discovered, there was so much more to Australia than the cosmopolitan city of Sydney.

They went dune boarding at Port Stephens, a little coastal town three hours north east of the capital of NSW. They spent a week on the Gold Coast, checking out the bars and clubs that peppered the famous city.

They spent another week on a cattle ranch in the far flung part of Queensland that no one else ever seemed to go to, made friends with the locals as they had to revert back to animal blood momentarily.

The Northern Territory was amazing, as had been Western Australia. The Barossa Valley had been a favourite, rich wine country with vineyards stretching as far as the eye could see.

Enzo had loved Melbourne, loved the coffee culture and all the hip little laneway bars that were only discovered if you stumbled across them by accident. Someone had suggested the Whitsundays for their next destination, and after looking at some pictures online she and Enzo had very quickly booked one of the resorts there.

The past few days had been spent snorkelling on the Great Barrier reef, reclining on the deck of the sailboat they had hired, swimming in clear blue waters, and sampling some of the amazing food at the various restaurants dotted around the island.

She thanked her lucky stars that she technically couldn’t put on weight now that she was dead and all, so had absolutely no guilt about helping herself to a second or third plate of food at dinner time, washing it down with some wine.

“That it is.” She agrees quietly with Enzo, sipping at her bottle of water, watching clouds scud across the cornflower blue sky.  

Someone whistles at them from the shore line, and she raises her hand in acknowledgement towards the skipper of their boat, sitting up and beginning to gather her belongings, shoving them back into the canvas beach bag she carried with her.

She dusts the sane off her as she and Enzo make their way over to the boat, ankle deep in the cool water before they’re being handed up onto the deck.

When she gets back to their room, she’s surprised to see an envelope addressed to her. She hadn’t given anyone an address while she’d been travelling, and so she approaches the envelope with a healthy dose of caution.

Picking it up between two fingers, she gingerly breaks the wax seal on the back, pulling out the parchment within and unfolding it quickly.

Caroline,

My brother is celebrating his birthday this year. Although I’m not particularly eager to see you anytime soon, I know that Nik would like it. Details are within.

Rebekah

She can’t help but cover her mouth, snorting with laughter as she hands the folded up piece of paper to Enzo to read.

“Rather direct, isn’t she?”

“Yes, that always has been her m.o.” She replies with another soft laugh, eyes scanning the contents of the invitation before tossing it onto the bed.

“So are you going to go?” Enzo questions curiously, leaning over to read the invitation as well.

“I don’t know. Maybe?” She answers it like a question, becuase to be honest she’s still not half sure herself.

Enzo raises an eyebrow at that.

“Maybe? That’s a complete 180 from last year when it was a flat out no. Could it be that your feelings towards the big bad hybrid have changed?”

She hits Enzo on the arm good naturedly.

“It’s not like that. It’ll just be… good to see him.” She trails off lamely, knowing that it’s a pathetic excuse if ever she’s heard one.

To be honest, she’d been thinking about Klaus a lot more lately. She hadn’t seen him in almost a decade, the last time being quite a memorable weekend they’d spent together in Tuscany, when they hadn’t done much more than have sex and drink wine from teh surrounding vineyards.

Most of the weekend had been spent in bed, Klaus determined to show her just how good they were with each other, which they were. Klaus continued to be the best sex of her lfie, and if the infuriating smile that he wore on his face every time he brought her to climax was anything to go by, he knew it as well.

But they both had other priorities. She was content to continue her nomadic lifestyle, discovering some of the far flung and forgotten corners of the world, Enzo in tow more often than not.

Klaus had settled into his life in New Orleans, ruling the city with an iron fist, his siblings still with him.

She’d never been. Setting foot into his city would be sending a message, that she was willing to entertain the idea of a forever with him. And she hadn’t been ready for that yet. But now…

“I can see that your mind has already been made up.” Enzo replies with a slow smile. “Are you sure?”

She just takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

“I’m going to need a dress.”


The party below them is in full swing, members of the supernatural community mingling in the courtyard below them.

Kol leans on the balcony beside her, hair swept artfully away from his forehead, tuxedo clinging to the firm lines of his body. He sips at his drink, glancing at her for a moment.

“Did you even try to get him something this year?” He asks with a chuckle. “You’ve been surprisingly tight lipped this year sister.”

She smooths down the front of her black party dress, raising her own glass to her lips as she takes a drink.

“I tried something different this year. Apparently it didn’t work out.” She notes with a shrug, downing the rest of her drink and setting the now empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter.

Kol stares at her for a long moment, trying to figure out the meaning behind her words.

“Shame.” He pronounces with a shrug. “You’re usually much better at this. Did you order something online and it didnt’ arrive on time or something?”

She just smiles to herself, phone buzzing in her hand.

“Something like that.”

And then she thumbs into the message, reading the two words displayed across her screen.

She’s here.

The doorman of course, had been under strict instructions to keep an eye out for Caroline. He’d been provided with a picture of the baby vampire, one from her Mystic Falls days where she’d been polished and primped and wearing a ballgown.

All the same, Caroline Forbes was rather hard to miss, even dressed in plain clothes with her hair in disarray. She would know because she’d seen the girl in such a state during one memorable run in at the MIkaelson mansion in Mystic Falls.

It hadn’t taken a genius to know exactly why Caroline was doing the walk of shame at such an infernal hour of the morning. The younger girl had blushed, hair falling into her face as she had whispered a soft goodbye before letting herself out into the weak early morning light.

She had mentioned this as an aside to Kol, who had promptly teased Nik about it. Nik had snapped his neck and they hadn’t mentioned it since.

“Am I boring you?” Kol’s voice abruptly interrupts her train of thought, and she locks her phone, eyes flicking up towards her brother, who’s staring at her like she’s just grown a second head. “Where did you go just now?”

She just draws herself up to her full height, snagging another flute of champagne.

“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch brother.”


The doorman is staring at her strangely. She can’t imagine why, because she most certainly does not have lipstick on her teeth (she checked). The navy blue party dress that she’s wearing makes her tanned legs look a mile long, and accentuates the curves of her body.

Her hair, which she had spent a ridiculous amount of time on, was twisted into an elegant up do, and she was wearing a necklace that Klaus had gifted to her during their time in Tuscany.

The short of it was, she looked a million bucks.

“Caroline Forbes.” A voice drawls as she steps into the entrance of the courtyard.

Rebekah Mikaelson hasn’t changed a bit, that bored expression on her face ever present. She’s wearing a killer pair of Manolos and she can’t help but eye off the striking shoes with a bit of jealousy.

“Rebekah.” She finally answers, swallowing around the lump in her throat as Rebekah just smiles, pressing a drink into her hand.

“I didn’t think you were going to come.” Rebekah sips at her own drink as she turns, moving more towards the crowd of people, a few of whom eye them off with barely concealed curiosity. “You know, since I didn’t receive your RSVP or anything like that.”

“Sorry.” She replies to the older vampire, smoothing a hand over her hair. “I was undecided until quite recently. I did send word but apparently you didn’t get the message in time.”

“No matter.” Rebekah waves a hand dismissively. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

Rebekah tilts her gaze upwards towards the balcony, and she follows the line of the Original’s gaze. Kol Mikaelson has a drink in her hand, and is gaping at her with his mouth hanging open rather unattractively.

Within split seconds his gaze lands on Rebekah, eyes narrowing as he raises his drink towards his sister in a toast for some reason.

“What was that about?” She asks Rebekah, who lifts one shoulder in an elegant shrug as the crowd clears momentarily and she spots Klaus from across the room.

He looks entirely at ease in this particular setting, his tuxedo clinging sharply to the lines of his broad shoulders, pants tailored to within an inch of their life. He’s got his head thrown back in laughter as he talks to another man, drink in hand and looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“What on earth has he done to his hair?” She hisses towards Rebekah in horror. “It looks atrocious.”

She sees Klaus stiffen at that, and curses his superior Hybrid hearing as his gaze suddenly lands on her, eyes dark.

It’s perhaps the first time that she’s seen him truly caught off guard, and she can’t help but raise her glass to her lips, not realising just how much liquid courage she’d need to fortify herself with for this particular encounter.

The crowd seems to part before Klaus as he moves towards her, Rebekah giving her a gentle nudge, encouraging her to meet him halfway.

If that wasn’t a metaphor for their relationship, she didn’t know what was.

Klaus stops before her, gaze indecipherable as he reaches out, traces a gentle hand along her cheekbone.

The weight of the curious gazes around her is heavy, and she can’t help but lean into his touch as he bends, taking her hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to it.

He straightens, and his smile is like the sun.

“Hello Caroline.”


It feels strange, being on Klaus’ arm. For a moment, she can’t help but think that Klaus is showing her off, demonstrating his power.

Until he begins introducing her to people, a hand resting dangerously on her lower back, thumb rubbing circles into where her dress does not cover up the skin of her back.

He seems content to take a backseat in their conversation, instead observing silently as she exchanges greetings with various witches and werewolves and vampires.

She sips at her drink as someone else comes to greet Klaus, and it takes a moment for her to realise why this time is so different. Klaus isn’t treating her like an object. He never has, a byproduct of his thousand or so years of existence.

No. Klaus is treating her like an equal, and the thought of that sends a thrill down her spine. So when there’s a break in the conversation she twines an arm around his waist, pressing a quick kiss to his neck.

In response Klaus pulls her closer to him but doesn’t comment, carrying on his conversation effortlessly.

Hours later as the guests begin to filter out into the street, Klaus pulls her in close to her chest.

“What are you doing here Caroline?” He asks in a low voice, tone dangerous. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, of course I am.”

She meets his gaze confidently, hand drifting up his chest to fix the lapel of his dinner jacket.

“I’m here for you Klaus.” She tells him with a smile. “You remember that weekend in Tuscany, when you let me go without a word of protest?”

Klaus’ lips curl into a smirk.

“How could I forget Tuscany?”

“You didn’t push me. And I was grateful for that, even though I did know that you wouldn’t wait around forever for me. And when you kept your distance in the following years, I was grateful. But I also missed not having you around.”

Her eyes drop to the crisp lines of his shirt as her hands drift down towards his waist. His breath is hot against her cheek, and he’s gone unnaturally still as he waits to hear the next words out of her mouth.

“You offered me forever and I wasn’t ready then. But I am now.” She says softly, hands sliding up his chest, twining around his neck as his gaze darkens, mouth hanging open in surprise. “If you’ll still have me of course.

Klaus’ lips against hers is the only answer he provides, the only answer she needs. Klaus kisses her like he’s a starving man, like he’s been deprived of something for so long.

She’s scarcely less eager to return his embrace, missing the feeling of him, the familiar smell of him.

She doesn’t protest when Klaus picks her up in his arms, using his vamp speed to get the from the courtyard to what is undoubtedly his bedroom.

He’s got her pressed up against the closed door before she can even think about it, lips hot against the skin of her neck as he nips at her with a content sigh.

His jacket drops to the floor, and she helps him unbutton his shirt, no doubt in her mind as to the direction that this is heading.

Her hands roam over the skin of his chest, catalouging all the new scars that he’s acquired since she saw him last, hand pausing over a particularly nasty looking scar, no doubt caused by some sort of stabbing.

“You’ll have to tell me that story later.” She murmurs, tipping a finger under his chin and kissing him gently.

“Later.” Klaus agrees in a low voice, hands pausing at the seams of her dress.

She’s reversed their positions in an instant, Klaus pressed up against the door with a surprised look on his face.

“Don’t you dare rip this dress.” She hisses at him, knowing his proclivity for destroying her clothes when he’s in this sort of mood. “I like this one.”

His low chuckle curls around her, a warm feeling in the bottom of her stomach as he turns her gently by the shoulders, a hot open mouthed kiss pressed to the side of her neck.

His hands on the zipper are like fire as he pulls it down slowly, fingers brushing over the exposed skin of her back as he pushes the dress from her shoulders.

It pools at her feet, and she hears his breath hitch in his throat as he runs a gentle hand down her back.

“I’ve missed this.” Klaus murmurs to her, walking her backwards towards his bed, both of them kicking off their shoes, Klaus shucking his socks as they go.

He grips her by the hips, easily lifting her up and tossing her onto the mattress, a giggle escaping her lips as Klaus’s gaze darkens.

“Come here.” She beckons to him as Klaus crawls between her knees, covering her body with his as he takes her into his arms.

The feeling is unfamiliar and familiar all at once, Klaus’ erection pressing into her core as she tangles her lips with his.

A soft moan escapes her as Klaus’ lips scorch a hot trail down her throat, face nuzzling between the valley of her breasts, stubble scratching against her sensitive skin.

“Pants off.” She orders after a momentary pause, Klaus chuckling as he does her bidding.

“A little eager aren’t we?” He asks her with an infuriating smile as he hooks long fingers into the waistband of her panties.

“We’ve got ten years to make up for.” She just breathes, watching as his face softens, hand coming up to cup her cheek delicately as he lines up his body with hers, cock nudging gently at her entrance.

She can’t help but gasp at the feeling, heel nudging at his arse as he smiles down at her.

“We’ve got all the time in the world sweetheart.” He replies before pushing into her heat with one, smooth stroke.

She’s missed this, the feeling of being filled by him, and her eyes roll back into her head at just how good it is, at how good he is.

Klaus had learnt to read her body with an almost eerie sixth sense, and he puts all of his learned knowledge into practice as he sets a rhythm that has her unable to do much more than gasp and hold on for the ride.

Klaus rolls suddenly, reversing their positions as she sways above him, a little startled. Klaus just smiles, still hard inside her as he guides her arms around his broad shoulders, hands hot around her waist as he helps to lift her, guide her up and down.

She’s always loved this position with him, loved the power and the look of awe that always creeped across his face when he saw her like this.

She bends down to kiss him, rolling her hips in a gentle rhythm against his. Klaus’ hand traces down the front of her body, thumb pinpointing her clit with an unerring accuracy.

She shudders a little when he presses there, rhythm broken momentarily as she opens her mouth in a silent moan.

She can feel the tell tale build in her core, the ache becoming almost unbearable as she increases her rhythm, anchoring her hands on his shoulders as he begins to thrust up into her with a look of concentration on his face.

She falls apart in his arms, Klaus catching her, turning and pressing her down into the mattress as he continues to drive into her, the pleasure edging into pain at the sensitivity.

Klaus knows this though, gentles the movement of his hips until it curls low in her belly once more, building impossibly fast to her peak.

They come together this time, her name on his lips as he buries his face into her neck, feels the heat of him inside her.

She runs a hand through his sweat dampened hair, breathing slowly returning to normal as he pulls out and heads for the bathroom, returning in the next few moments with a damp cloth to wipe themselves down with.

When he’s done he pulls her into the circle of his arms, a content exhale as he props one arm under his head, staring up at the ceiling.

They don’t have to say much. They never do in moments like this. But she feels like she has to say this.

“I love you.” She whispers into the skin of his chest, Klaus stiffening momentarily around her before he’s pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand, eyes brimming with emotion.

He doesn’t say it back but that’s okay. She knows that he’s felt this way about her for a long time, and she’s not going to get hung up on her insecurities like she used to when it came to him.

The moment is perfect, and she wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I hope you’ve got space in your wardrobe for all my clothes.” She voices out loud suddenly, propping herself up on her elbow to face him.

Klaus’ burst of startled laughter is like music to her hears.


On the lower levels of the house, Rebekah Mikaelson pours herself a victory drink, Kol glowering on the lounge opposite her as the fire crackles merrily away in the hearth.

“Do you concede?” She asks of Kol, who just glares at her, cracking his knuckles a little threateningly.

“I concede.”

One Year | A Gaston Story (Chapter Eleven)

Originally posted by bardmehard

One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. Suddenly, an old beggar woman appears at his side and heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth and the town’s memories of him come to an end.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven

Tags: @harleyscheekheart ; @jordyhaley ; @gawston ; @araceli91103 ; @the7thsilence  ; @blackxthexbeast  ; @hobbithorse19  ; @epicfallenismine

Years ago when sorcery and enchantments were merely legends and fabrications, a family of witches dwelled unseen in the woods of Villeneuve. Their hut, a decomposing pile of fallen trees, straw, and aging stone, was secretive as the townspeople remained in their homes and continued their daily routines. They were oblivious to the peculiar smell of rotting flesh and pungent herbs that billowed out of the chimney like rising fog, and as multiple children went missing throughout the years, Villeneuve began speculating whether or not their provincial town was cursed.

In total, four children were declared missing in Villeneuve and among these victims were two young girls, named Agathe and Vayle by their captor. As their families searched for their whereabouts, the two children, no more than three years old, were confined to the forest where their kidnapper, a powerful witch, raised them as her own daughters. The woman was selective when it came to the children she stole: They must already depict promising signs of witchcraft, they must be from a small family, and they must be younger than five years old. While the two eldest of the missing children excelled in their craft, Agathe and Vayle were limited to the basement where their lonely days consisted of practicing spells as well as chores and assignments their mother instructed. But, the woman couldn’t prevent Agathe and Vayle from growing stronger.

As years passed, Villeneuve suspected that sorcery clung to the town like an ominous rain cloud; There was no other explanation for the strange disappearances. As volunteers searched the village, castle, and woods, the hut was eventually discovered. Easily camouflaged, the exterior of the hideout was surrounded by twisting and warped branches and hanging animal carcasses that reeked of fresh blood. The villagers could taste the metallic bitterness in their mouths as they advanced towards the broken front door. To their discovery, as they opened the door, their sights beheld a wretched old woman huddled around a cauldron that bubbled and brewed with an emerald mist. Her two eldest daughters, unrecognizable with age, spoke poetically with incantations as they were wrestled to the ground by the angry mob. When the three witches were immediately hanged outside of their hut, the satisfied townspeople neglected the two frightened girls cowering in the basement underneath the floorboards. Convinced the children were murdered by the three witches, the townspeople lost all hope of finding them; Agathe and Vayle were soon forgotten.

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@lovelybluebox wrote:

I don’t know if you’re still interested in prompts but a fic just came across my dash that had this prompt: tooth-rottingly fluffy and I immediately thought of you and Joanlock, because you’re amazing and I just love the way you just catch the tone of those two perfectly….. Cheers!

Thank you … I think … actually I specialize in cavity producing sweetness so … hear ya go!


“What do you think?” Joan held up her left hand and waved it in front of Sherlock. The diamond glittered on her ring finger.

Sherlock, his arm casually slung around her shoulders, smiled, “I think it is almost as beautiful as you, sweetheart.”

Joan smiled and ducked her head down in pleased embarrassment. She pressed in close to his chest and he placed a small kiss to the top her head before addressing the antique store owner. “What is the provenance of this ring if I may ask?”

The older man put on his bifocals smiling kindly at the couple, “Let me check our records.” He pulled out a leatherbound book and began flipping through its yellowed pages.

Marcus, who moments before had walked into the store looking for a gift for Chantal’s mother, stood dumbfounded. Obviously, they weren’t aware of his presence and he wasn’t sure he wanted them to be. They stood at the glass counter cooing at each other of all things. There was something wrong here - unless he had completely misread Joan and Sherlock’s relationship all these years … No. They were up to something. Perhaps investigating forged antiques or laundered money or …. oh, oh no, they were kissing … full on the lips… Embarrassed, Marcus didn’t know where to look.  He scanned the shelves, picking up an ancient-looking brass oil lamp and examining it way closer than he’d ever examined an ancient-looking brass oil lamp before. This wasn’t right…. This just was not right.

Sherlock spoke. “Nevermind sir. We’ve decided to take the ring no matter what its provenance. You’ll take American Express or does it need to be cash?”

Ah hah! thought Marcus, this is where they get the evidence they need to flush out whatever scheme they were trying to flush out. Marcus watched as the transaction was sealed. He stood transfixed as they turned to leave and spotted him.

Sherlock discreetly removed his hand from Joan’s shoulders. Her cheeks turned pink as she spoke. “Marcus, what are you doing here?”

“I… uhm … Chantal’s mom’s birthday …” he waved the brass lamp in front of them.

“Interesting choice.” Sherlock regained his composure. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled with the possiblity of conjuring a djinn.” He nodded at Marcus who, still stunned at the encounter, awkwardly nodded back.

“Well,” Joan spoke up. “Nice to see you but we’re running late.” She touched Sherlock’s arm, “We need to go.”

“Right. Right. Off we go then.”

With that, they exited the store leaving a confused Marcus about to purchase a $150.00 slightly tarnished oil lamp.


My working title for the next chapter is “"Marcus and the Djinn.” (joking)

Happy birthday, Seán! 

 Today is YOUR day! I hope you’re having an awesome birthday :D We love you with all our might! ^w^
 

 (I actually felt bad putting more people other than Jack because It’s HIS day, but whatever, I struggled too much making this one ;_;)

fem!larry fic rec masterpost

Because fem!larry is a blessing.


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ok but lets just take a moment to appreciate the masterpiece that is the book to all the boys i loved before by jenny han

lara jean song covey:

  • half-korean
    • WOMAN OF COLOR!!!!!
  • she’s hopeless romantic af and honestly same
  • loves to bake
  • classy as hell
    • honestly she’s your goals
  • doesn’t judge her best friend chris AT ALL for the parties she goes to and the boys she hooks up with
  • loves her sisters more than anything
  • loves her dad more than anything and says she wouldn’t mind if he started dating again because she wants to see him happy
  • wRITES LOVE LETTERS AND KEEPS THEM IN A CUTE HATBOX
  • volunteers at a retirement home
  • literally jumped on a boy and kissed him so she could convince another boy she didn’t like him
    • all because it was her sister’s ex and she didn’t want to hurt her even though she was in scotland and broke up with him
  • FAKE
  • DATING
  • A++++++++++

peter kavinsky

  • everyone’s favorite sinamon roll
  • loves lara jean so fucking much
  • loves kitty so fucking much
  • stands up straighter when lara jean’s dad walks into the room
  • bought lara jean a necklace even though it was so expensive and worked for his mom so he could pay for it
  • baked fruitcake and said it was his mom
  • “kiss me like you missed me” MY HEART
  • sneaks into his girlfriend’s room just to talk and spoon oh my god
  • still comforts his ex girlfriend because she’s got serious shit going on
    • doesn’t tell lara jean the truth because he knows its not his secret to tell
    • respects THE FUCK out of genevieve and lara jean even though gen hurt and manipulated him and lara jean tried to make him choose when she didn’t know the full story
  • literally needs background music when he walks by because he’s so good looking
  • always takes the last piece of pizza
  • he kisses like its his job
  • literally drove kitty to school so she could show him off to all her friends and treated her so special on her 10th birthday
  • “If we’re so guarded, it’s not going to be anything. Let’s do it fucking for real, Lara Jean. Let’s go all in. No more contract. No more safety net. You can break my heart. Do whatever you want with it.”
    • wHAT THE F U C K
  • there’s so much more tbh just read about peter k okay hes beautiful

kitty song covey

  • “if I like a boy, fine, i’ll date him, but i’m not going to sit at home and cry over him. i cry over important things.”
  • independent af and she’s only like 10
    • but she still gets lonely when her friends do things without her
  • loves peter k as much as we all do
  • loves to watch hbo
  • named her dog jamie fox pickle like COME ON
  • keeps her priorities straight

chris

  • y’all can say all the shit you want about how chris is insensitive and blunt and shit but….
  • she is so protective over lara jean but she tells her the truth no matter what
  • when gen started telling people lara jean had sex in the hot tub, she just let lara jean cry on her shoulder and basically told peter to go fuck himself because she didn’t want to talk to him
  • snuck alcohol on a school trip by pouring vodka in an empty shampoo bottle
  • did a strip tease at a party once
  • acts like she doesn’t care but cares so fucking much about her friends
  • doesn’t know how to sugar coat things and i love it so much

margot

  • is a highkey feminist
  • broke up with her boyfriend because she didn’t want to be tied down in college and wHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT UM NOTHING AT ALL THANK YOU VERY MUCH
    • still regretted breaking up with him and shows that its also okay to miss the boy you loved
    • RELATABLE EMOTIONS AND CHARACTERS YESSS
  • protects lara jean like no one’s business
  • protects kitty like no one’s business
  • still feels vulnerable and lonely after coming home for christmas and seeing her family is doing just fine without her
  • likes to feel needed like we all do
  • organized and clean god bless
Let me tell you something about Donald Trump. We were best friends in middle school. I know right, it's SO embarrassing. I don't even- whatever. So then 8th grade, I started to hang out with my first squirrelfriend Hillary Clinton, who was totally fabulous but she moved to DC, and Trump was like weirdly jealous of her. Like if I would blow him off to listen to her speak, he'd be like, "why didn't you support my idea?". And I'd be like, "why are you so ignorant about America's needs?". So then for my birthday party, which was an all democrat pool party, I was like, "Donald, I can't invite you because I think you're a racist, bigoted republican". I mean, I couldn't have a racist at my party, there were gonna be democrats there with their human rights. I mean right, he was a REPUBLICAN. So then his mom called my mom and started yelling at her and it was so retarded. And then he dropped out of politics because nobody would talk to him. And when he came back in the fall for the presidential election, all of his hair was badly combed to the side and was totally orange and was totally weird, and now I guess he's trying to build a wall.
stop your crying

This is the second part to @coralreefskim‘s birthday gift because she said she’d love whatever I write for her and I was like welp time for angst I guess. And it’s a week late but I hope you don’t mind, sweetie. Happy birthday once again!!!

It’s a Hunk centric fic and I feel so sorry for this angst but at the same time I am proud of it :’)

warning: main character death and it’s also angsty af


The silence that usually reigns in this part of the graveyard is broken by Keith’s uncontrollable sobs and hiccups. He bites his lip, trying to keep it all in but it’s too much, way too much and soon he is coughing. His shoulders are shaking as he tries to take in big gulps of air but it only makes his situation worse.

Hunk wants to comfort him so badly, but Lance is already there, his hand rubbing soothing circles on his back and whispering comforting words in his ear.

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anonymous asked:

if she is not satanic, why does she like to create the illusion she's eating human meat? sorry i dont know if it's art or whatever its kinda creepy. nothing against you, just want to understand...

If you are talking about the “spirit cooking” stuff you really need to read what SHE has to say about it. Not what other people think it’s about. Watch her TED talk. Read about her explanation to spirit cooking. Don’t read what the scared christians say. They are just not getting the information from the right place.
Side note: the illusion of eating human flesh was not even her idea. A friend of hers made the birthday cakes as a surprise joke for her birthday party. And she thought it was funny.
It was an illusion and had a very deep though behind it. You probably have just seen the pictures.
Besides if she was a satanist it wouldn’t have been an illusion. It would have been a real person. Marina have stated that everything she does in her art must be real. If it’s not it’s just theatre.
So yeah, listen what she has to say before judging.

AU where whatever happened to the Chilton parents happened real early and Kane was like “I can tabula rasa the kid into whatever I want” and Julie could really use a responsible, model-Deluxian older brother to calm her rebellious ass down so…….

Julie and Mike are adopted siblings, is what I’m saying

Also bowlcut mike

anonymous asked:

So it's gonna be my 16th birthday in three days and I was just wondering... Could you draw a jealous Chip? He see's Oreo talking to Skimmy, and he's leaning over her, has his hand on her shoulder, etc. (whatever works). And in the next panel, Reo see's chip walking off and she tries to explain the situation blah blah blah. You know what, just do whatever works, But I NEED a jealous Chip. Really Bad. Thank You taking your time to read and your art is FABBBB!

this is all i have to offer u

I’d like to leave this game a winner

part 1 ( I’ll take what I can get)

 "Lukeee" 

 "Heyyy y/n" he said, hoping she would miss the small tint of red upon his cheeks. The effect that she had on him always decided to physically show.

 "Are you free today?“ She asked. An evil glint in her eye as she threw a quick glance over her shoulder as Calum walked behind her and into the kitchen where the two were talking. She made sure Calum was listening to her every word. 

 "Yeah, why?” Luke replied knowing he had plans with guys all day, but he would drop them in a second if it meant being with her for a few hours.

 "We should go out, like for coffee or something" she suggested, twirling a loose piece of hair around her index finger.

 Rule number one; subtle flirting. No one wants to come across as desperate. 

She gave Luke a sly smile as she waited for his reply. Calum, who was now standing behind Luke with a bowl of cereal, watched the two of them, leaning on the kitchen counter, casually, raising his eyes at her in a mocking way, as if he found this whole thing amusing.

 Rule number two; make the guy who doesn’t want you… Want you. In other words make them jealous. Make their heads swarm with thoughts of you, tease them, get their heart thumping, make sure their eyes are on you and show them what they could have had.

 Calum didn’t look jealous but she didn’t let it deflate her Act. It was too late now.

 "Really?“ Luke sounded shocked. “With … With me?” He couldn’t help but smile widely.

 "Yes with you” she chuckled 

 "Well yeah, of course, id like to, I’d love to-“

 "Okay good, we can go around lunch time” she smiled.

 "He can’t" Calum said interrupting. She didn’t miss the pointed look Luke have him which telepathically told him to shut up as he had wanted this to happen for ages and now it finally was and Calum could ruin it. 

 "Yes I can" Luke protested 

 "Why can’t he? Calum?“ She asked, eyebrows raised as she waited expectantly. 

 "Band practice” he said simply and smugly. Truth was he was suddenly scared of losing her to Luke. But she was never his in the first place. 

 "You guys can do that without me!“ Luke practically shunned, this could be his one chance to show y/n how much he really liked her. He wasn’t going to have Calum ruin this.

 "You’re lead singer Luke, we can’t.” Calum said, a hint of annoyance. Maybe it was anger or jealously or who knows but he really didn’t want him to go out with her. He was maybe so close to having her as his own, he knew he might have ruined all the chances he ever had with her. He regretted a lot of things he told her.

 ‘Do you think you could ever love me?‘ 

 'No’

 Of course he could. He couldn’t love anyone else but her. He was scared right now. Scared that Luke could so easily take her away. Because he could love her and she knows that. Whereas she thinks Calum could never love her- because, well because he told her he couldn’t.

 "Just practise songs where you or Michael have the most solos and get Ash to do mine" Luke said frowning at him. “

That’s not fair Luke, this band isn’t going to work unless everybody puts in the effort” Calum said, trying to make Luke feel guilty. It was working but Luke was pissed at him

. “Well if you’re busy then i guess we’ll have to go some other day” she sighed dramatically, smirking at Calum before walking out of the room before Luke could stop her.

 "What the fuck did you do that for!“ Luke almost growled at him

. “We have band practice, you can’t bail on us for just some girl” Calum shrugged.

   “She’s not just some girl though Cal. You know I’ve liked her for so long, that was my chance, you ruined it.” Luke huffed Calum knew she wasn’t just some girl.

 "Oh crap sorry, I forgot about that” Calum said walking past Luke. Of course he hadn’t forgotten. Luke shoved him as he walked past, he was beyond pissed at him and probably wouldn’t get over this for a while. 

 Calum had to admit the felt bad for the blonde boy. He knew that y/n didn’t really like Luke like that, she was just trying to make him jealous. She gave Luke false hope and Calum was only trying to stop it from going further to save Luke the heartbreak. Plus he wouldn’t let anyone else have her. Not when he felt confused about his feelings towards her. 

 Luke was sulking for the rest of the day. There was no point even having band practise as he sent glares at Calum all day making him feel uncomfortable. In the end Ashton threw one drum stick at Luke’s head and the other at Calum which hit his back before he stormed off mumbling about “sort your shit out” Michael following him.

 Leaving Calum and Luke to put their instruments away.

 "Luke" Calum said only to be ignored. “Seriously Luke, you’re ignoring me?” He asked chuckling spitefully before whispering “grow the fuck up”

 "Me? Me grow the fuck up? How about you grow the fuck up Calum!“

 "I would have had to do something childish to be told to grow the fuck up” Calum spat back.

 "You’re the most childish person I know Calum" Luke chuckled 

 "How?“ Calum asked amused 

 "You act like a troubled spoilt child all the fucking time and expect everyone else to help you or do things for you, and when things don’t go your way you throw a huge hissy. Like… Like when y/n asked me out this morning… You got jealous… That’s what it was you were jealous” he said figuring it out. It all made sense now. “You were jealous that she asked me out and not you! And because it didn’t go your way you ruined my chances!” Luke almost screamed.

 "Don’t be stupid" Calum mumbled.

 "I’m not, it’s the truth isn’t it? You like her but she likes me because she asked me out! So you ruin it" Luke said

. “I DO NOT LIKE HER. Its y/n! I would never, ever like her Luke.”

 "Good to know" he heard a small voice say from behind him. He turned around seeing a hurt y/n. He cursed silently at himself. 

 " y/n… I-im sorry-“ he said but she cut him off. 

 "I honestly couldn’t care less if you liked me or not, I mean it would be weird” she said chuckling to cover her previous hurt expression. She already knew Calum didn’t like her like that but it didn’t hurt any less.

 "I was just wondering that now band practice is over, because I saw Ashton leave and Michael stormed up stairs, if Luke was free to go get coffee or something now" she said not even looking at Calum.

 "Yeah let’s go, oh wait Calum do you think you’ll be alright here by yourself? Or do I need to get Michael down to babysit you?“ Luke joked still pissed at his friend. 

 "Fuck off” he mumbled.

 Calum was the one sulking now. Luke and y/n had gone out and it had been 2 hours and 14 minutes and they hadn’t returned. He was pacing in Michael’s bed room while Michael was playing on his playstation. He noticed how Calum kept checking his phone for the time and kept looking at the window impatiently. He paused his game 

 "You okay Cal?“ He asked concerned.

 "Yep” Calum replied shortly looking more impatient

 "No you’re not. You keep pacing and its fucking annoying" Michael said bluntly. “Tell me what’s up? Or whatever happened with you and Luke" 

 "He was just being a dick…” Calum said. “Well actually I was being a dick… I don’t know I just, I don’t know” he said slumping down on the small sofa Michael had in his room.

 His eyes focused on a dusty picture on the side of Michael’s bed. He sighed seeing her, the picture was of the y/n and the four boys on her 18th birthday, the night where the whole thing between them started.

 "It’s her isn’t it?“ Michael asked not surprised when Calum gave a slow nod. He wasn’t stupid. He knew his sister better than anyone. He knew she was head over heels for him and that she had half the band under her spell. 

 "How did you know?” Calum asked “Its my little sister, I know her better than anyone except you. I know she tells you things she would never tell me, she wouldn’t trust anyone else.I see how she looks at you, I see how you sneak out of her room most mornings, I hear the whispered conversations you have when you think no ones listening. She likes you Cal” Michael said

 "She’s just… Different, she’s so real, you know what i mean? It’s like what you see is what you get, she’s not fake at all and shes just so …so…“

 "Ask her out” Michael said as if it was that simple.

 "I can’t I told her…“ Calum cut himself off.

 "What did you tell her?” Michael asked slightly protectively now, the brother side coming out.

 "She asked me if I could could ever love somebody and I said no" Calum said sadly. “That’s not even the worst, she asked if I could ever love her and I said no” he said ashamed. “And now… Now she asked Luke out, and Luke’s so much better than me, she’ll realise that he can love her-”

 "But you love her" Michael said.

 "But she doesn’t think I dO" Calum stressed. 

“Than make her realise it then”

 "How? It’s too late" Calum said.

 "You can’t just give up on her, you want her you go get her or at least try" Michael said. “She likes you Calum, you have nothing to lose here”

 "What about Luke? He likes her so much, it would hurt him so much" Calum wanted to cry. Luke was a good person who deserves someone good like y/n. He didn’t want to hurt him. 

 "Luke will understand, I’ll talk to him, Luke’s your best mate, he’ll understand"

 "I don’t think I can do it to him". Calum said caught in a dilemma. He didn’t know what to do.

 Get the girl he wanted and hurt his best friend. Or leave them how they were. Let her think he couldn’t love her, let her be with Luke who would treat her so good that she would be happy and Luke would be happy.

 But Calum wouldn’t be.

 But sometimes you have to sacrifice your happiness for other people’s.

Chip’s intentions had been good. He had planned to go home, planned to only have one drink and then leave. But just as he had gotten up to leave, a text from a blocked number came in. He’d opened it without thinking, assuming it was just a birthday one, and instead his blood ran cold. For a moment he froze before turning back to the bartender, “you know what, sorry can I get another one, and one of whatever they’re having” he added the last part, realising there was someone dangerously close, and also he didn’t want to seem rude.

To the seven: Which minor god would you swap for a major god?
  • Hazel: Come on, Hecate should so be a major God!!
  • Frank: She's very passionate about this subject
  • Hazel: She literally has magic, is that not much cooler than starting wars?
  • Mars/Ares: Hey!
  • Hazel: or wine?
  • Bacchus/Dionysus: That's fair
  • Hazel: See!
  • Frank: But who would you swap?
  • Hazel: Ceres because she always tries to give me cereal
  • Ceres/Demeter: It's good for you
  • Hazel: I already eat Cheerios
  • Frank: Okay, calm down
  • Hazel: I AM CALM
  • Leo: Yeah, Frank, she is calm jeez
  • Frank: Zip it, Valdez
  • Leo: Just sayin'
  • Percy: Hazel can get angry?
  • Piper: Did not expect that
  • Leo: Anyway moving on. I think Iris should switch places with Little Miss Sunshine aka Apollo
  • Apollo: Dude, I'm way cooler than Rainbow girl
  • Iris: Uh-uh, I have better cupcakes
  • Apollo: Gurl, I'm a poet
  • Iris: You couldn't make a decent poem if you had a rhyming dictionary in front of you
  • Artemis: Ooooooooh
  • Apollo: You can't have a rainbow without sunshine
  • Iris: And...
  • Apollo: You'd be useless without me
  • Iris: Helios was the better sun god
  • Apollo: Not true, I'm way cooler than that douche
  • Iris: You keep telling yourself that
  • Apollo: See what you caused?!
  • Leo: #noregrets Helios was better
  • Apollo: Fine, your summer is gonna be crap from now on
  • Percy: The weather is always good at CHB
  • Apollo: And who do you think helps maintain that?
  • Percy: Hello, son of Poseidon. Rain is water and water is my turf
  • Apollo: *grumbling* I preferred Greece
  • Percy: *stick tongue out* I think Hestia should be a major God again and swap with Dionysus who caN'T EVEN LEARN PEOPLE'S NAMES
  • Dionysus: I know your name, it's Peter
  • Percy: See what I mean?
  • Dionysus: Patrick? Piers?
  • Percy: It's Percy, P-E-C- forget it I can't spell, it's Percy!!
  • Dionysus: That's what I said, Pierce
  • Annabeth: He's just messing with you, Seaweed Brain
  • Dionysus: See, Annabelle gets it
  • Annabeth: Don't push it. I think Nemesis should be more important, someone has to keep the balance - way more important than Hera
  • Hera: How dare you, my job is much more important!!
  • Annabeth: Oh, go back to you cows
  • Hera: Don't make me throw their waste at you again!!
  • Annabeth: Try it, see what happens
  • Jason: Okay, as much as I'd enjoy to see Hera get her ass kicked we need to calm it
  • Hera: She started it
  • Jason: I find that hard to believe with your reputation
  • Hera: What's that supposed to mean?
  • Jason: Nothing nothing
  • Jupiter/Zeus: Jason
  • Jason: What, I've not said anything
  • Jupiter/Zeus: Just make sure you don't
  • Jason: Fine, whatever. I think Fortuna and Mercury should swap. I mean good luck vs a mailman - it's a no-brainer
  • Mercury/Hermes: That's not my only job
  • Jason: Oh, yeah! I forgot the thief bit, Lord knows we need more thieves
  • Mercury/Hermes: Your next birthday presents may just get lost in the mail
  • Piper: I've never really thought about it. I suppose Harmonia because we all need a little Harmony. And I think she should replace Ares because who needs wars?
  • Mars/Ares: Wars aren't always a bad thing punk
  • Piper: How is war not bad
  • Athena: Without war think of all the dictators who would have power
  • Piper: I suppose
  • Frank: I think she means all the people who die...
  • Piper: Yeah...
  • Annabeth: Frank, you haven't answered
  • Frank: Hmm
  • Piper: Oh yeah
  • Frank: Well, I think everyone likes to sleep so I think Hypnos should have a higher status
  • Hypnos: *yawns* did someone say my name?
  • Frank: Yeah, I think you should be a major God
  • Hypnos: Too much work, I'd rather sleep
  • Frank: Meh, I still think you should be. I'd swap you with Hera tbh because everyone says she's mean
  • Hera: It was Annabeth wasn't it? I knew she talked about me behind my back
  • Annabeth: Oh yeah, that's right blame me straight away
  • Hera: It's an educated guess
  • Annabeth: Educated, you?
  • Percy: Okay okay, don't start another war
  • Hera: It was her
  • Percy: We were literally here whilst it happened, it was you
  • Hera: N-
  • Percy: Not bothered, just leave it
  • Annabeth: *sticks tongue out*
Hit Good

I did it. I did the thing. Now read the thing.

Rating: EXPLICIT

Word count: just under 7000 words

Summary: Weiss is trying to sleep while Ruby and Blake are off on their zen songwriting trip. Yang has odd drumming habits. Things escalate rather quickly. Part of the RWBY Rock AU.

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It was three in the morning.

It was three in the goddamn morning and Yang was still playing the drums.

At midnight, Weiss had just thought, “oh, no big deal, really, she’ll have to stop in an hour, her arms will get tired eventually.”

Weiss had apparently underestimated how much Yang’s five-minute morning weight lifts increased her endurance.

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hello lil honey bunches of oats !! my name is liv ( i accidentally typed my liv is name ihms !! moving on ) , im 18, i go by she/her pronouns, and live in the est !! im not very interesting uh i am a Lesbian™ with a lotta love in my heart for 1d, i dont rly like avocados unless its in guac form, and i graduate in 11 days omgi just stressed myself out wtf anyway big mood is craig from parks & rec and also ghosts are real okay cool heres dylan who is almost as dumb as me but not quite !!

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