its awful omg


Worlds 2017

Post FD hug <3

4th July, 1996, first kiss, and maybe some. Weecest/wincest, drabble

Sam admires the fireworks above them, his smile so wide, so awed, so genuine that Dean simply can’t take his eyes off him. They remain this way for several minutes; Sam watching the fireworks and Dean watching Sam, before Sam notices through the corner of his eye. Around a soft laugh, Sam tells him: “Watch the fireworks, Dean!”

“I am,” Dean murmurs, because he sees them all, reflecting in Sam’s eyes. “You having fun, Sammy?”

Sam turns to him, eyes gleaming. “Yeah,” he says.

And, then. Dean’s world changes the next moment, because.

Sam’s mouth feels like a question against Dean’s when he tiptoes up and kisses him, wide eyed; his fingers circling around Dean’s wrist softly.

They stand there, beneath the sparkling sky, and it’s the best moment of Dean’s entire life; his body and soul is thrumming with need and want and euphoria.

He knows he should push Sam away. Knows that Sam’s dry, inexperienced lips shouldn’t feel this perfect against his, knows that it’s wrong to let his tongue gently glide over his little brother’s bottom lip; into his sweet little mouth. Shouldn’t let Sammy’s soft moan go straight to his cock.

“Dean, please.”

Sam’s tone. Dean’s heard it before, from girls, and he knows what it means. Sam’s asking him to fuck him, and Dean -

Dean knows he shouldn’t, but.

But he’s wanted this for too long, and he simply isn’t strong enough to walk away, not now, with Sam’s insistent, desperate hands tugging at his clothes. Instead he wraps his arms around Sam’s waist and lifts him up, puts him on the hood of the impala and stands between Sam’s spread legs, cupping his brother’s face in his hands and says, his voice low: “You know what you asking for, Sammy?”

Sam’s answer is wordless, he simply lifts Dean’s fingers to his mouth, and godfuckinghelphim, sucks Dean’s index finger into his mouth, eyes hooded and dark as he lets his tongue swirl wetly along the it, making obscene little noises.

Dean growls then, and drags Sam into the backseat of the impala.

Dean is still awake when Sam falls asleep hours later, sweaty and smiling, in his arms.

Everything had started with a fire, and Dean suspects that it might end with one, too.

But, Dean thinks, as he nuzzles his nose in Sam’s hair and breathes in the scorched scent of fireworks and burning fields – if saving the world means that Dean must give this up, then – well.

Then he’ll let the world burn.


CS AU: The knights of Misthaven finally catch the infamous Captain Hook and bring him to your majesties, Queen Snow and King David and her royal highness, Princess Emma, so he can pay for his crimes. But what if he’d met the young princess before? What if they fell in love?

anonymous asked:

i want ryuji to hug me. partially because i need a hug, partially because loOK AT THOSE ARMS. THOSE BE PRIME HUGGING ARMS 👌 (also i stg this is the best persona scenario and hc blog ever. keep up the amazing writing, it seriously brightens up my day!)

He supports you and wants you to do your best!

Isak and Even hair drabble | what even is this tho?

I miss Isak, I miss Even…I wonder what they are doing right now…

I imagine that they are being goofy as always, showing their affection by arguing about something silly like 

OMG like Isak deciding that he wants to get a flipping haircut! And Even is just like NO !!!!! FUCKING !!! WAY !!!! BOI. He is literally so offended and I mean this actually turns super serious. Isak kinda just said it one day like “Ugh my hair is getting so long, and it’s so curly and so annoying and I just want to chop it all off” and Even’s all like “lol don’t do that baby, you would not pull of bald. You’d look like a cute baby egg” and then he just kisses his golden curls and Isak playfully slaps him away while grinning “Shut up! I would not, I’d look like a fucking king” 

Even just laughs and is like “sure baby” 

but then of course eventually it gets serious??? like Isak brings it up again one day, like Even mentions a film he wants to go see and Isak is like “Oh let me know the time it’s on because I was thinking of getting my hair cut on Sunday” and Even just like freezes and is all “EXCUSE ME? wot da fuq” and Isak looks up at him and is like “yeah i mean i’m just gonna get it cut a little shorter so it’s not as curly and annoying.” Even’s hand (which was stroking all of Isak’s ‘annoying’ curls) has just stopped in his hair and he is just Not. Chill. At. All. he looks at Isak with his mouth all open and pouty “You are not cutting your hair.” he declares meeting Isaks eyes. 

Isak laughs “what??” he shouts amused and surprised at the passion inside his boys voice over his damn hair. Even just tilts his face down and gives Isak his “I am not kidding babe your not going there, fight me boo” look. 

and Isak just laughs before shouting “oh my gosh your being ridiculous! It’s just hair It doesn’t even matter EVEEEEEN!” 

so then Even just thinks oh you want to fucking start this before smiling and nodding. Isak nods with pride thinking he’s won this fight befooooore Even says 

“You know what? You’re right, summer is coming up and it just gets so hot, I think i’ll go and get my hair cut with you.” 



Isak looks back up at him in horror “NEI!” he practically screams before he could rethink it. 

Even’s eyebrows shoot up smugly “what? no? But baby it’s just hair right?” 

Isak rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in defeat “Fine…fine no fucking hair cut. I hate you.” 

Even rolls over and pulls grumpy Isak closer to him, holding him against his chest. “You love me…” He runs his hand through Isak’s prince hair and kisses it before whispering in his ear “and I love your hair.” 

Isak smiles to himself and blushes. He would never tell Even but after hearing those words from the man of his life, Isak has never looked after his precious curls more.  

Silly writing

I’m currently unable to properly write, because my lense ran away from me and began a new career as a scubadiver and it’s frustrating. Sooo have a little silly thing typed on mobile (omg I hate that), born from a silly discussion. Because I WANNA WRITE DAMMIT.

Fang is borrowed with permission from @marloviandevil (whom is the very person the silly discussion was done with. Thaaaanks)


Plo stared at his pack, torn between fond exasperation and deep amusement. He was not familiar with Hezrr’s wildlife but, given the planet large and vast forests, the presence of wolves here wasn’t surprising. He had not thought his men would try to catch one, though. He could not see Wolffe allowing the frivolous chase that had probably been either, not when they were still on duty anyway.
Speaking of his Commander…

« Where is Wolffe ? » he asked Sinker.

The clone sighed and pointed at the wolfcub sitting at his feet. It was somewhat big, for a pup, with a thick coat of black fur and a glare and missing… an eye.
Oh dear Force.


The clones had apparently ran across an old ruin site during their recon, and when Wolffe had stepped inside to see if the wrecked building would make for a potential camp… there had been a terrible high pitched sound that made all of them wince, even those wearing their helmets, and when they had opened their eyes, there had been a wolfcub growling inside Wolffe’s armor.

Even without the missing eye, and the fact that the Pup had his Commander’s Force-presence as proof, Plo was certain this was Wolffe. Especially with the glare and the bitten fingers Boost got when he tried to carry the young wolf in his helmet.
Or the expert way he was dodging all of Fang’s attempts to catch him.

« I do believe he is in perfect health, running like that. » the Kel-Dor smiled after yet another failed catch.
« He is a WOLF. » the medic snarled, glaring at the pup running ahead. « This is not ‘perfect health’. »

To be perfectly honest, Plo WAS worried but, as they were going back to the ruin site, they wasn’t much more to be done for now. He could feel no pain coming from Wolffe, just grumbling resignation and some very amusing gleeful mischief.

« No, it’s not, but he is quite energetic. You would probably be better off waiting for him to exhaust himself, running everywhere like that. » Plo pointed out.

Fang gave up his chase with a pointed sigh.

« I am SO winning the next “what shit did your vode get into” medic meeting. » he muttered under his breath.


If the Wolfpack had been worried about their leader, it became quite apparent that he was still mostly his usual self. Running ahead of them, taking point, doubling back to check on them, barking furiously against the vod that was taking the situation a bit too lightly and almost ended up in the pond of quicksand the wolf had been trying to make him avoid.

The only novelty was the biting, and that wasn’t very surprising. Painful, though, because the only reachable part for the wolfcub was the ankle and Wolffe had managed to find the precise spot where leg armor met the boot, providing just the slightest of spaces for the wolf to sink his teeth into tender flesh.


Eventually, Plo’s prediction became true. As they neared the ruins, Wolffe first began to slow down until he nearly collapsed on the spot. He would have, if Comet had not been waiting for it for half an hour, now, and hadn’t reached in time to catch the pup, cradling him carefully against his chest.

Plo ended up studying the ruins remotely, not willing to risk another transformation, his mind focusing on the strange energies around the old place while his clawed hands stroked a dozing pup on his lap.

Wolffe opened an eye, tried to figure out when and how he went from standing up to lying on his side, but scratches on his head with wonderfully talented fingers made him nozzle back into that comfortable warmth. He would investigate later.


Of fucking course, Fang got his fingers bitten when he tried to remove the wolfcub from their General’s lap.