2 AM

❝maybe not everything that happens after 2 AM is bad after all.
◇ 1304 words // scenario, fluff

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Nothing good happens after 2 AM, is what you’ve heard your friends say. Or should you say friend – or ex-friend. Who knew sleeping with your month-long boyfriend was one of the few things that made her stay out late despite her famous motto?

It has only been a month with him, which is a relief. But it was ridiculous how attached you’ve become to the man in such a short time. It’s as if the universe is telling you to just give up and die alone, having your first ever boyfriend at the age of 21 cheat on you and all.

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anonymous asked:

doomfist and lucio meeting for the first time?

Well! It’s not a “first meeting” persé, but, it’s one kind of meeting. It turned out far more poetic than I expected it to be, but hopefully you’ll like it! Thank you very much for the prompt! 

If anyone thinks another tag would be pertinent, please let me know!!!

Title: A single spark
Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu
Rating: G.
Word Count: 1139
Brief tags: Canonverse, One-sided attraction, Purple Prose

Summary: Lúcio is an oddity among Overwatch. Talon needs an explanation on why he’s among its lines. Akande has some investigation to do at the Numbani Concert.

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This post was created in partnership with Clover Organic Dairy. All opinions are my own.

Good morning from back in LA! It was a cozy and sweet week on Maui, filled with north shore rainstorms, crystalline south side beach trips, and the deep, restorative quiet of nights in Ulupalakua, where I grew up. The quiet in Ulu is transcendent, filling, steady. It simultaneously demands nothing and creates space for deep reflection. I’m in awe of the life my father and his partner Susan have created there, stillness flourishing amidst the cattle ranch and vineyards.

Susan and my father and I spent a lot of time sharing stories about our past few weeks, the state of our hearts and minds post-election, their time in a meditation retreat, joy over the news of their engagement. The holidays provide such a sweet space to come together, to ask difficult questions of ourselves, to discover the people we love anew.

Read more and get the recipe here.

@neko-mun-rp - cont’d from [HERE]

He took no notice of Bilbo’s actions behind them as he led the charge out from Erebor’s front gates in a chevron formation with himself at the tip. Thorin knew Bilbo would be safe in the mountain. He would be, he must be; the world needed more folk like him.
The king also didn’t notice that the enemies trying to catch him off-guard were slain before they could reach him. He was too preoccupied with the ones in front of him, cutting down every Orc in his path.

Thorin heard the thunder of hoofbeats from a nearby hill, and as he turned to look a great shout in Khuzdul arose from the hundreds upon hundreds of Dwarves charging down towards the Orcs. Someone at the front line raised a familiar hammer, and Thorin gave a brief grin - it was Dain.
He and the Company surged back into battle with renewed vigor, taking advantage of the surprise.

His joy retreated, but his determination held, when he spotted Orc signal flags atop Ravenhill…and beside them, a familiar pale figure. Shortly after, Thorin met with Dain on the battlefield. With a grateful embrace, he told Dain he was planning to charge up to Ravenhill and finally kill Azog. He ended up mounting one of the armored goats recently vacated by its rider, and called for Dwalin and his nephews to come with him.

of lemon cakes and hugs

summary: It was at the end of the in day, at the end of baking lemon cakes, when she began to move past her rose-tinted infatuation, and into something much brighter.
a/n: … Okay, I’ll admit that this was mainly written because I really do miss my school’s cookery classes. I took it as a final subject to get a qualification out of, and I loved it. …Even if I did make a plate shatter into a casserole… we don’t speak of that. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy!

Autumn had taken her paintbrush, and swept it across the entire horizon. Splatters of red and yellow had engulfed the green lands of summer, made the air more crisp, and sent a pleasant chill up Marinette spine whenever she took a step outside.

She adored this season. Pumpkin-spiced lattes, cute coats and hats, and the glorious sunset that made it look like the sky was on fire… everything to her was worth drawing, worth writing down to remember. Everyone could have their summers and springs, but she was fine with the crisp air of Autumn.

Marinette sighed as she looked at the picture-perfect outdoors, and turned back to sifting the flour into the bowl.

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But like 

Did any of you think that to be honest

that Dramarama MV was FUCKING DEPRESSING

holy shit

after my excitement and joy and admiration kinda retreated slightly i’m like

they were all fooled and now they’re alone as fuck

not funny

now how am I supposed to cope with that

Maybe it’s a hint to let the real MX members die from happiness when they win so it’s a powerful psychological marketing tactic they used right there

I’m sold


I can’t help but be cynical, even in my moments of happiness. These moments seem so tangible but distant all at once. The truth is that life will change, people will change, and memory can cause as much pain as it does joy. Retreat is the only way I know how to protect myself from being too close to something that is so fleeting and unpredictable. So even if I cherish spending time with you, even if I love you…there are those times where I will choose to be as far away from you as I can.