just buttons

  • me: well, this random npc standing alone in a field seems kind of suspicious.
  • npc: can you help me? i'm lost.
  • me: oh, okay. sorry, though, i can't help.
  • npc: too bad. oh, you wouldn't happen to be link, would you? your life is mine!
  • me: ah, there it is.

litlifelover  asked:

Hey guys! LOVE your work, thank you for always making people happy on their special day. I would be really happy if I could get one for my birthday? It's March 23rd, and I love established college Everlark, something funny to read, with sexy times (explicit or not is totally up to the author). :) Thank you so, so, so much!!!

Originally posted by itadakimasu-letmeeat

Happiest of birthdays @litlifelover ! To help you celebrate, we’ve put together a little Everlark afternoon delight, just for you! Enjoy!


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The door slams shut behind Katniss as she heads for the elevator. It opens again almost immediately and Peeta rushes out. But she doesn’t turn.

“Katniss, wait!” He catches up to her just as the button flickers to life, signaling the metal box to the fourth floor of Peeta’s dorm. “You don’t understand-”

She whirls on her boyfriend, glaring him down. She’s had enough of his mother forcing him to come home and ‘visit’ his family while she parades the hometown bachelorettes in front of him, hoping he’ll pick any of them and drop Katniss like a sack of hot potatoes. It’s no secret Mrs. Mellark despises her, and the feeling is mutual. Katniss just doesn’t understand why Peeta refuses to see it.

“I understand perfectly, Peeta. You go running home to your mother and leave me behind to keep the peace in the family. Oh and you go on ‘dates’,” her fingers mimic air quotes and her line of sight hits the ceiling from the intensity of her eye roll, “that she forces you on.” Peeta sighs and runs his hands through his hair, but she keeps talking because she doesn’t want to hear him apologize. A Peeta apology would melt her like wax and she doesn’t want to relent this time. No, this time - she’s standing her ground. “You’re ashamed of me. Fine. I get it. The girl from the wrong side of the tracks and the rich son who she’s not good enough for. Just stop pretending that you’re actually going to do something about it, alright?”

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Picture Time

Y/n and Dean lay on their backs in the floor at Bobby’s house, heads together and bodies pointing opposite directions. Dean pulled out his phone and held it above their heads.
“Dean are you taking a selfie?” Y/n asked in mock surprise.
“Yeah fuck you bitch.” Dean snapped playfully. Dani rolled her eyes.
“You would like that wouldn’t you love.” Y/n nearly purred. Dean cursed under his breath. “Calm down cowboy! Not gonna happen!” Y/n exclaimed.
“How much you wanna bet it will happen?” Dean asked turning so that his nose brushed her ear.
“Just take the picture Winchester!” She snapped.
“I pushed the button im just waiting for the count down.” Dean proclaimed.
“Count down?” Y/n questioned.
“Yeah see the numbers…” Dean responded. Dani busted out laughing, “what!” Dean questioned.
“Oh Dean… at least you’re pretty.” She laughed.
“What?” He barked.
“You’re recording…”
“What?”
“You’re making a video…” y/n explained. Dean squinted at the screen.
“Oh… how do you turn it off?” He asked. Dani smiled at him.
“Same button….”
“Oh thanks….” Dean chuckled turning it off.

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Whose bad end is this again?

aka thoughts that keep me up at 2am if we had his ROUTE

Also when I say this is an LGBT+ friendly blog, that definitely includes trans women and trans men and every trans person under the sun and in the universe and nonbinary folks who don’t call themselves trans.

And also aces and aros regardless of romantic/sexual orientation (respectively). And this definitely includes bi/pan/poly/questioning people.

me: [enjoys my garbage]

some pretentious fuck: excuse me, but that thing you are enjoying has no real intellectual substance and I don’t like it and you are stupid for liking it

me: [enjoys my garbage MORE AGGRESSIVELY]