Rating Of Every Raichu Sprite From Main Series Pokemon Games

Pokemon Red/Blue: 

Detailed for what limited pallets the gameboy had back than, slightly minamalist and simplistic in design as all gen 1 Pokemon are.  I respect this elder regardless for his original design. 9/10

Pokemon Yellow:

A PERFECT BOY!!  Look at that expression full of excitement!  I wish we could have seen more of this quality Raichu in this game.  10/10

Pokemon G/S: 

Designers, c’mon now.  This isn’t fair.  You can’t just make me choose between TWO sprites to rate!!  But if I have to choose, than I prefer 1st sprite.  He’s fat, powerful and that expression on his face just screams of smugness.  The second Raichu, however, seems to have more mischievous expression rather than aggression.  Both receive a 7/10.  

 Pokemon R/S/E/FR/LG: 

Not as fat, but I do like his “PUT EM UP, SCRUB” pose. 9/10

Pokemon D/P:

He’s finally relaxed, he’s no longer in constant attack mode!  I’m so proud of him of his comfort around others!  11/10

Pokemon Platinum: 

 I am concerned for his sudden shift in weight gain, but as long as he feels comfortable with his weight however, than so do I.  Now there’s just more of this big boy to hug. 9/10

Pokemon HG/SS: 

What a joyful expression!  An improvement to the previous 2nd gen sprites. I trust him. 10/10. 

Pokemon B/W/B2/W2:

Another quality sprite!  This one takes inspiration from the mid animation frame from 4th gen, I see!  I appreciate the reference.  Also, look at the those LEGS! 9/10

Pokemon X/Y/OR/AS

Not much detail, and I miss his expressions and pose.  He’s happy with his transcendence to 3D but I miss the little details. :( 5/10

Pokemon Sun/Moon:

NOW THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!!  The happiest boy I’ve ever seen.  Unratable, to put a number on his perfection would be a crime.  He’s not quite as chubby however, but he must be light enough to fit on his tail.  Still enjoys a Malasada every now and than.  Finally gets his time in spotlight with his new found psychic powers away from the popularity of Pikachu.  He’s even got his own Z-move!  Good job, little buddy on your rise to stardom!  

Eating Out (SMUT)

A/N: Requested by @dopamine-addiction! Sorry it took so long, hun! Also, this GIF seemed appropriate XD

Character: Harry

Warning(s): SMUT GALORE! Also, NSFW GIFS under the cut. Once again, I’m so sorry to mobile users! GIFs used are not mine.

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I overheard an argument in the bookstore today.
  • I was looking at Neil Gaiman’s books and on the next shelf over were a bunch of Stephen King novels. A couple was arguing as they made their way towards where I was standing.
  • Girl: What do you mean you don’t like any books?
  • Guy: I’ve just never read anything any good, it’s all been crap.
  • Girl: Are you fucking kidding me, all books are crap? is that what you’re saying?
  • Guy: Yep, all of them. I hate all books ever written.
  • (now they’re standing next to me, in front of the Stephen King books)
  • Girl: Isn’t ‘It’ your favorite movie?
  • Guy: OMG YES, it’s the best movie I’ve...
  • Girl: *hits him in the face with a copy of it* IT WAS A FUCKING BOOK FIRST YOU DOUCHEBAG.
  • Me: *dies laughing*

I honestly don’t know what this is or where this came from but…Merry (early) Christmas. 

Dean’s been staring that the Christmas cards for what feels like an eternity when Sam finally rounded the corner, his cart full of supplies. 

“Dude, what are you doing?” 

He jumped slightly and cleared his throat, “Just looking.” Dean knew the face Sam’s giving him before he turned to look, “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, a smug smile on his face, “Who’re you looking for?”

Dean rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pocket, “No one, I was just-”

“Awh, Dean, you know you don’t have to get one for me.” Sam smirked.

“Shut up, Sammy,” Dean grumbled, “Let’s just go.”

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I was at a con recently. And while looking at some of the art, I made a comment to a guy who had a collection of cat avengers prints that he was missing the best avenger. So he goes, ‘oh and who is that’ and I just kinda look sideways at him and say 'hawkeye, the only one you don’t have’. To wich he of course smirks and says 'is he really the best or is it just cause of jeremy renner?’

First of all… Jeremy Renner is a gorgeous human being and he is more than enough reason for Hawkeye to be awesome, so why the hell you got that smug look on your face like I’m just some random ass fangirl who don’t know shit about comics. I was fuckin dressed like Captain Marvel, 100% comic accurate costume thank you very much.

So my dad starts laughing cause he can see I got my 'fight me’ face on. And I proceed to list each and every reason why I have loved Hawkeye since waaaaay before the movies and why he gets even better with new movies and comics.

NUMBER ONE, he is the only fully human Avenger in every single story line.

To which of course I get 'well what about Black Widow’ well sir you must not know your comics very well because in the Earth-616 universe she has the Red Room version of the super soldier serum which gives her enhanced physical abilities as well as a very long lifespan.

Then comes the 'well Scott Lang is human’ well yeah but he’s got a mother FuCkiNG SUPER SUIT. What does Hawkeye have? Spandex or leather, not quite the same thing. And you take away that super suit, is Scott still a super hero? No he is in jail for being a thief. You take away Hawkeye ’ super sui… oh wait that’s right HE DON’T GOT ONE.

'But what about Black Panther he is human right?’ Do you know anything about comics dude? The dude eats a magical plant and is gifted his powers by the Wakandan Panther God and has enhanced speed, strength, agility, healing, reflexes, stamina, etc. NOT FULLY HUMAN he also is proclaimed King of the Dead and is granted the power and knowledge of past Black Panthers and gains the ability to control the dead… so awesome but still not human.

Hawkeye is 100% human 100% of the time (except a very brief moment when he borrowed pym particles just to help out on a mission) and still manages to keep up with super humans, gods and guys with fancy super suits.

NUMBER TWO, he is deaf, canononically.

'Well Daredevil is blind’ his accident enhanced his other senses… and not an Avenger… so your argument is not even relevant.

NUMBER THREE, he shoots a bow, usually a recurve, in battle with people that have magic and laser guns and other shit and he can shoot it with out even looking!

'But he has trick arrows’ wich are guaranteed to be weighted terribly and that weight changes depending on which arrow it is. So he not only has to compensate for the strange weight but he has to do it on the fly in the heat of battle for each individual arrow. Not to mention when he shoots multiple at once.

And come on, have you ever tried to shoot a bow and arrow, it’s not easy. It takes a lot of practice patients and skill. Especially to get as good as him.

NUMBER FOUR, I mean have you read the guys backstory? If you looked up tragic backstory in the dictionary, you would see a picture of Clint Barton. He was orphaned after his abusive father got into a car accident that killed his mother as well. Was sent to a children’s home, ran away to the circus, was trained by Swordsman and Trickshot who were not the best mentors, was betrayed and abandoned by Swordsman and his brother and left for dead, ended up severely injuring his brother, had to leave Trickshot, when he tried to do the hero thing he was mistaken for a criminal, was manipulated into trying to kill Iron Man, kept falling in love with women who didn’t love him back, left the Avengers at one point believing he was unwanted, was passed over because he was not super human, watched his brother die, was forced to leave the Avengers, had a bounty put on his right arm, lost former mentor Trickshot to cancer, split with his wife then watched her die saving him, sacrificed himself and came back, was almost assasinated, went to prison so the rest of his team could go free, was shot and conducted a suicide mission that saved the planet but killed him, lost his memory, was vanished into nothingness, doubted he was himself or even alive, faked his death, and that’s just the short list.

NUMBER FIVE, he ran the West Coast branch of the Avengers, as well as other treams.

NUMBER SIX, he took on the mantle of Captain America for a short time.

NUMBER SEVEN, Caw Caw Mother Fucker.

So yeah, suffice to say that I left the guy speechless surounded by his friends who were nodding along and adding in their own bits of info and laughing hysterically at him. I turned to walk away after that mic drop and heard him mumble, 'well I guess I’m making a cat hawkeye’

ok so

the thing about ouma kokichi…. im staring to have a feeling we might have his personality a bit off…

bc he looks mainly like… a sweetheart?? a really sweet character?

 like i know its PROBABLY NOT TRUE OMG BUT…. he literally looks so sweet…. like an unthreatening baby bunny… his sprites that we’ve seen are ALL positive (except maybe the one with his finger in front of his face altho that one is mostly smug) but he honestly looks like a sweetheart in his sprites. 

although i wouldn’t be surprised if they were playing off a cute and innocent appeal only to hide a mean/evil streak. kind of like a mean cutie?  

i cant wait to see how wrong i am when the game comes out? like im sure theres SOMETHING ABOUT HIM… lalthough i will just lose it if he ends up being really genuinely sweet (but trying to look tough and pass himself off as a liar) that would be such a backhanded slap

Everything About Scrappy-Doo is Horribly, Horribly Wrong

The voice, the role he fills, his big dumb face… everything.

He’s the physical embodiment of a producer saying “The ratings have dropped, what else can we cram in this show?” 

Look at him. Just look at him. Why is his head so big? He looks like someone grafted a giant dog’s smug, self-satisfied head on a tiny dog’s body.

I’m getting the jibblies just from from writing this post and accidentally looking at him occasionally.

Every part of him is wrong. How, and more importantly, why does his mouth shift from the side of his face to the front? 

I don’t want to know what biological processes make that possible.

The show knows he’s all wrong, and resents the viewer for not accepting him. 

Mere minutes in, it taunts us by making him almost die, via falling out of a still-moving truck. With a massive weight over his head. 

Over a bumpy road. 

In a rainstorm. 

In the dead of night.

He seems to be toast, and we all get teased with the mega ecstasy bliss that can only come from the prospect that Scrappy’s gone for good. 

Imagine it. The movie begins… he’s introduced… he falls out the back of a van… and the movie just moves on without him. Not only would it be infinitely better for the story, but it would also be hilariou–

…oh. Nevermind, I guess Scooby saved him, so we can all get to hear the loathsome little bugger quip incessantly for the rest of the movie.

Let’s face it, folks: Scrappy-Doo just might be the ultimate Scooby-Doo mistake.

“Mom. Come on.”

“Look at me, Mom.  Mo-om.  Mommy.  Look at my face. Look at how happy I am.  Look at my sweet pudgy cheeks and my adorable button nose and my precious little grin.”

Squishy Baby Henry feels her resolve weakening.  He wills her closer with the power of his adorable squishiness.

“Hah! You grabbed my hand.  You are so taking me home with you.  Behold my wise, somewhat smug but still utterly adorable expression.  You didn’t stand a chance.”

Time for Desert?

Jungkook; smuttish?drabble

“Make me babygirl.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as his hands drag up your skirt further. Maybe wearing a dress wasn’t the best choice ever.

You were on the table with the rest of the guys, for a weekly dinner. After all of them separated into their own apartments, the tradition of weekly dinners started, everyone coming together and talking fondly.

But it definitely wasn’t a place where he could just start with his lewd actions. His long fingers treading closer and closer to your heat. Leaving trails of fire underneath every touch.

“Jungkook.. stop.” You muttered in a low voice, making sure to be careful that no one else heard your murmurs. But one look at his smug face and you would’ve understood just what he was planning of.

Your hand tried to lower down your skirt, to get his hands off of you. But nothing worked against his iron grip. His digits just kept inching further, massaging, touching, teasing.

Luckily for you, you persevered through the night, with little slips of gasps here and there. Dessert was about to be served up as everyone was engrossed in conversation. You thought his teasing would stop after a while, but his raging hormones couldn’t be controlled.

Leaning in closer to him, with a smile on your face, trying your best to ignore his hands that had so snugly found abode in your already drenched panties. You lowly whisper, “please stop, I can’t take it.” Your words come out as pleads as you try to hold yourself together.

“Make me baby girl.” He whispers, leaning in seductively despite the presence of his elders. This was surely the cocky jeon that You weren’t going to deal with it, not any time soon. Just a few more minutes of the night, and he could do whatever he wanted, you just had to keep your self collected.

“You know you should really give in baby, I just want to make you feel good.” His low whisper called out to you, he was being unusually confident, making you hotter than you already felt.

“Show me to the restroom,” you say in a small voice, getting up and taking the both of you away from the crowd.

The door slammed shut behind you, as you eyed the man in front of you. His own orbs clouded in lust. Away from the watchful eyes of the others, your own desire ran wild in your blood.

Walking up to him with long strides, your hands roughly push him against the wall, as your lips attach to his. You lost all self control.

That’s exactly what he wanted.

“I guess it’s already time for dessert huh?”

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The Bet (Also on my ao3 account)

“You sure about this?” Harry asked. After all, it was only polite to give Malfoy one more shot to back out of this bet. A bet which Harry was positive he would win and that wasn’t just the five shots of firewhiskey talking.
“Yes, Potter. I am in,” Malfoy said, his face flushed from the heat of the common room fireplace and the firewhiskey, “That’s what all this bloody handshaking business is about, isn’t it?”
“It is. I just wanted to give you a shot to back out without looking like a prat when you inevitably lose,” Harry said with a smug, satisfied smile on his face. Maybe the firewhiskey was fueling this a little bit, but Harry had been dying to broach this topic with Malfoy all year.
From behind them, Harry could hear the collective “oooo’s” from their friends who had gathered round the pair of them in a circle when Malfoy had bet him that Harry couldn’t seduce a broom handle without help from Hermione and Ron. And that he, Malfoy, could seduce anyone, anywhere, anytime.
Naturally, Harry wanted to prove Malfoy wrong. So naturally, he had suggested that Malfoy put his money where his mouth was and who better to prove it on than Harry himself?
“So, the bet ?” Malfoy said.
“Yes, right. Whoever gives in first, loses.”
“Right, perfect. Whenever you’re ready, Potter.”
“Ready,” Harry said and moved in closer to Malfoy. The firewhiskey was warm in his stomach now. It was egging Harry onward, telling him that all he had to do was get close to Malfoy and the git would give in.
The crowd that had gathered around them in the common room was closing in tighter so everyone could get a look at Harry and Malfoy. No one wanted to miss the action.
It was quite an interesting bet, Harry decided. It was basically a battle of wills. A battle to see could last the longest without giving in to the temptation and kissing the other. They were allowed to touch anywhere from the torso up, allowed to say things, but they had to keep their lips apart. Simple enough for Harry, since he went into this bet knowing Malfoy wanted him.
When they were standing less than a foot apart, Hermione and Parkinson, in unison, said, “Ready, set, seduce!”
Instantly, Harry felt a hand on his hip as Malfoy drew in a little closer. It was a light touch that sent a jolt through his body. Malfoy had barely touched him, but the fabric of his shirt was thin and it was almost like Malfoy had touched his bare skin. For the first time since making the bet, Harry wished he had made it mandatory for Malfoy to remove his robes and just wear his undershirt like Harry had done.
To match Malfoy’s first move, Harry delicately placed his hand, palm down, on Malfoy’s chest just below his collar bone. Without thinking, he started to move his fingers gently back and forth across Malfoy’s chest. At this movement, Harry felt Malfoy’s breathing quicken.
Up until now, Harry had not looked into Malfoy’s eyes. It was easier if he didn’t because Malfoy did have a very intense stare and Harry was sure the prat would use it to his advantage. So, in an effort to avoid eye contact further, Harry leaned his head in to whisper something into Malfoy’s right ear.
“So, I wonder what it takes to make a posh boy like you blush,” Harry whispered in a breathy voice that he had learned was quite effective in the art of seduction thanks to his brief, but wonderful, relationship with Ginny. After he spoke, he let his hand slide down the front of Malfoy’s robes, stopping at what Harry decided was his navel.
Malfoy took in a deep breath and leaned into Harry, so he could whisper something, too. However, Harry didn’t hear what Malfoy had said because he was too focused on the feeling of Malfoy’s warm breath on his neck as the prat spoke.
“Potter, did you hear me?” Malfoy said a little louder than a whisper, but still soft enough that with each word came a wave of warm sweet breath on his neck. All the hairs on Harry’s body stood up at that.
“Erm, no,” Harry answered honestly. His plan was backfiring just a little because he couldn’t get his head together long enough to do anything in retaliation.
“I said,” Malfoy started in a soft whisper by his ear, but then moved so he was now face to face with Harry, “that I would rather you figure out what makes a posh boy like me hard.”
Harry’s eyes went wide at the last word. His heart quickened pace and he felt his mouth go a little dry. Instinctively, he licked his bottom lip and managed to maintain eye contact with Malfoy as he did it and Harry could tell Malfoy was turned on by it because his pupil’s dilated and he bit his lower lip.
Then the hand that Malfoy had resting on Harry’s hip moved around to the small of his back and Harry felt Malfoy’s slender fingers fan out. Due to the new position of Malfoy’s hand, there was barely an inch of space between their bodies.
With a deep breath, Harry licked his lip once more, this time on purpose knowing it would elicit a response from the stupid git. Gathering his thoughts on what to try next, Harry watched as Malfoy’s adam’s apple bobbed under the pale skin of his neck. And much to his dismay, Harry was hit with the desire to kiss Malfoy’s perfectly pale and soft neck.
No, no, no, Harry thought. He needed to refocus and remember that Malfoy wanted him. That Malfoy fancies him, so all he has to do is get Malfoy to kiss him which shouldn’t be too hard since he knows the git wants to do it.
Figuring that dirty talk was his best bet, Harry said, “If you want me to get you hard, tell me what you like.”
“Oh, no, no, Potter. You have to work for it.”
Harry hummed gutturally, “I’m up,” he paused to smile softly and then continued, “for the challenge.”
“Fuck,” Malfoy whispered and bit down hard on his bottom lip. Harry watched as the man’s eyes darted from Harry’s lips back up to meet his gaze.
“Kiss me, Draco,” Harry said putting extra emphasis on Malfoy’s name. It was partly a tactic, but also partly an actual request because Harry’s will was slipping. The longer he stood this close to Malfoy, the more he felt turned on which seemed absurd because Malfoy had barely done anything except for gently hold Harry. And yet, he could feel the blood coursing through his body, and he could feel his cock growing hard against the fabric of his trousers.
“Oo, you naughty little Gryffindor. Calling me by my given name. You’ll have to try harder than that, Harry,” Malfoy responded in kind, practically moaning as he said Harry’s name.
“Shite,” Harry cursed under his breath. It was his turn to be caught off guard by the overwhelming sexual tension that was building between their bodies like the ebbing of the tide against the shore.
Running out of ideas, Harry leaned his head forward to rest his forehead against Malfoy’s. Their noses brushed slightly and Harry let his eyes flutter closed. For a moment, he let himself savor Malfoy’s quiet breathing and the sweet smell of Malfoy’s breath.
“Potter,” Malfoy groaned, but he didn’t move away.
“You are quite beautiful, did you know?” Harry said and it wasn’t to win the bet. He wasn’t trying to elect a response. In fact, he couldn’t believe he had actually let those word slip out of his mouth. But they did and as Harry said them, he realized how true the words were.
Malfoy was beautiful. He was tall, with the lean muscles of a seeker. His pale skin was like moonlight shining on still water. And those eyes, sharp and piercing like a hawk, and yet sincere and earnest, like a doe.
While Harry had been lost in his thoughts, Malfoy had inched closer so their lips were practically touching. The anticipation of it all was driving him mad. Being that close and not kissing Malfoy was proving to be more difficult than Harry anticipated. With that thought, his stomach flopped at the realization that if he just moved forward a little, he could taste Malfoy’s lips finally.
Before Harry could make a decision, Malfoy’s lips were on his and Malfoy’s free hand had moved to cup his chin. A wave of pleasure surged through Harry’s body as Malfoy deepened the kiss.
From the crowd Harry heard a few people shout, “Oi, who won then,” and “I think Harry won.” But in all honesty, Harry didn’t care about the bet. He never cared about the bet. What he cared about was kissing Malfoy.

Fanfiction Sales

“And the sale of fanfiction books just went up!” Jensen joked, gesturing upwards with his index finger. 

You turned your head to look at him, giving him a sideways glance. “And what exactly would you know about the sale of fanfiction books, Jen?” you snickered, quirking an eyebrow. “Sweetie, most fanfiction is just online, mostly Tumblr. And they’re free. You don’t typically buy fanfiction,” you smiled, rolling your eyes. “And don’t go there. For heaven’s sake just stay away, Jen,” you added, when he just sat there smiling at you, his eyes zeroing in on you. 

You realized then that you might have made a bit of a mistake as your eyes met Jensen’s. You looked at him, practically begging him not to ask the question you could see forming in his head. You winced when he opened his mouth.

“Have you gone there, Y/N?” he asked, a smug look on his face. Smug bastard. You looked away from him and toward the crowd with a pointed, panicked look. Several of the audience members burst into laughter. 

Jared piped in. “She has!” he roared, punching Jensen in the shoulder. “She’s totally been there. Y/N do you read fanfiction?” Jared pushed as you turned away from him, running your hand through your hair. 

You ran your hand over you face which was all the confession the boys needed. Jensen got up and walked around to the other side of your chair, scooting you over a bit and joining you in your seat. “Seriously?” he laughed a little, putting his mic in his lap, leaning in close to you, wanting to keep this little conversation a secret. 

You leaned in, playing into his teasing. “I don’t just read it, Jen. I write it, too. You should see the things I write about you,” you whispered in his ear, pulling away with a wink. His jaw dropped slightly as his eyes went big flashing back and forth across your features trying to determine if you were telling the truth. 

“Show me?” he asked, curiosity getting the best of him. 

You ran your hand up one thigh as Jared continued to ramble on about Tumblr and fanfiction, very few people paying attention to the two of you. “I’ll do more than show you,” you whispered in his ear again, biting his earlobe gently. He pulled away with a slight shiver and smiled devilishly at you. You realized then that everyone was watching you and Jensen. 

“So?” Jared asked. “You’re all about fanfiction aren’t you?”

You looked at the audience as they waited with baited breath. There had always been rumors that you were lurking on Tumblr, and they were going to eat this up. “I dabble. I see things. I know what you girls think,” you laughed, smiling at the audience. There were whoops and hollers in return. You leaned over whispering into your mic, “I think those things too,” you said with a wink and the crowd went nuts. 

“Alright, alright!” Jensen waved his hands, standing and grabbing your hand, causing everyone in the room to laugh. “That’s enough. I think it’s time for the last question,” he turned to look at the girl waiting by the mic. “And it better not have anything to do with fanfiction or Tumblr!” he warned with a laugh as he turned and winked at you. 

You grabbed his neck and pulled his lips to yours for no reason other then to remind everyone that you were happy to share him, but at the end of the day, Jensen Ackles the man of many a fanfiction dream and legend, was all yours. 

Thanks @percywinchester27 for your gif submission. I’ll admit @ilostmyshoe-79 fic today got me thinking about this a little, so I spun it with Jensen instead of Dean. Hope you guys enjoyed. The whole idea of Jensen finding fanfiction makes me giggle a little, not gonna lie. 

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A R76 week contribution.

Day 2 - In His Shoes

“This is a terrible idea.”

“I didn’t remember you being so pessimistic.”

“Yeah, life is rather bleak when you came along.”

“…I actually have nothing to say to that.”


Jack was nervous. And rightfully so. The shoulders were too tight, the belts too tacky and he couldn’t manage a goddamned hold on anything.

Despite all this fussiness, Reyes was smug, staring at him from head to toe appraisingly, “At least you look good in that.”

“Better than you, I’m sure.”

To be fair, perhaps Jack was being difficult. Just a little. Though he had all the reasons to. After all, this could be just an elaborated, stupid ploy to have Jack murdered.

“You know, it’d be a lot easier if I just put a bullet in your face instead of having to withstand all your bitching.”

Damn, did he say that aloud?

“Yes, you did.”


Why did he agree to do this again? Right, because Lena was a little jerk and got a little too clever with word-tripping.

“Oh, chin up, sunshine.” Reyes leered, absolutely enjoying the shit out of this, “It’s just a costume swap. For once you actually look fashionable instead of being stuffed in a beat-up racer wannabe jacket.”

Yes, definitely having fun over there, “Fashionable? Maybe if emo goth was still in style.”


Reyes gave him a pointed stare, “Jack, you are being pricklier than usual. What’s wrong?”

It was childish of him, but Jack turned away from the man, pretending to check himself out in the mirror instead. Once again, bad decision. The reflection did nothing to quell the odd surge of feelings in his chest, twisting it into an almost nauseating clump that he couldn’t quite swallow. His mind was too sharp to be distracted, and it wandered a little too fast for him to stop.

Reaper’s suit fit him almost like a second skin.

Jack’s mouth went dry. It was just a silly prank. By Lena of all people. And yet…

“Jack.” There was alarm in Reyes’ voice, when he yanked the old soldier around. Startled blue met unwavering red, and Jack’s heart constricted. Gabriel knew him too well. Always had.

“It…gives me questions.” Jack turned his head, chin still trapped in Gabriel’s unrelenting grip. The hood’s fabric brushed against his skin, with ash, gunpowder and something warm, something homely.

Jack didn’t know his eyes misted over, until Gabriel’s cold thumb rubbed his tears away.

“Makes you wonder, huh?” Rumbled words betrayed no emotion. Jack tried to swallow back his. Instead, he choked.

“…I’m so sorry…”

“You already said that.”

“It…should have been me. I was so foolish…I…I didn’t listen.”

Seeing himself in Gabriel’s clothes, thinking how it could have turned out, what their life could have been…If things were different back then…

Their teeth clashed in a kiss. Gabriel yanked Jack into him by the hood’s scruff, forcing the soldier to stay still. It was messy, suffocating, and Jack was sure Gabriel had drawn blood. But his fists curled atop Reyes’ chest anyway, drawing closer, so he could taste more of the smoke, could wrap himself more in that familiar scent.

“There is nothing you can change now.” Gabriel said when they finally broke apart, “Don’t let the shadow of the past haunt what is left of your future.”

That…actually got a laugh out from Jack. Sounded more like a sob, but it had the corner of Gabriel’s mouth twitched upwards, “Look who’s talking.”

The ex-Blackwatch shrugged, “You don’t get to crack wiseass dad wisdom all the time.”

“Oh? Jealous?”

“Not really. Just want to see how it feels like.”


“Gross. And old.”

Jack laughed, and Gabriel kissed him again, grinning. Slowly, tension began to drain out, and he felt oddly comforting, standing here clad in Gabriel’s clothes and arms. Gabriel’s chuckle rumbled in his ears, and still he kept Jack close, as if the old soldier would bolt away any moment.

Jokes on him, Jack was here to stay.

Can you just imagine Sirius reaching across and stealing a piece of bacon off Remus’ plate at breakfast and Remus just immediately grabs the bacon, throws it back on his plate, points a finger at Sirius and, without hesitiation or thought, just warns “I will fuck you up.”
No one speaks until Sirius, James and Peter just sort of look at each other and burst into hysterics. I mean, laughing so loud the whole of the hall turns to look at them. I mean, falling off the bench, arms around eachother, throwing themselves in eachothers laps, laughing. I mean, ribs aching, tears streaming, six-pack coming on, “oh fuck Prongs I’m dying, he just said that,” laughing.
They don’t stop for what feels like the longest time and Remus just carries on eating his bacon, with a slightly smug look on his face. The rest of the day, the lads try and do things to annoy him (steal his quill, poke him repeatedly in the arm, etc.) and everytime he would look slightly annoyed, one of them would just lean over and say quietly “are you gonna fuck us up?” and bam, they were crying with laughter again.
It became a private joke of theirs.
“Remus doesn’t share food, don’t you know this? He’ll fuck you up.”
“Careful Lils, Rem’s gonna fuck you up if you steal his chocolate.”
Everytime they would burst out laughing. And Remus would try to look dead faced but you could just see the hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth.

I could totally imagine this.

For the New Year party at the pub, Robert and Aaron will go as each other. Robert will dress in one of Aaron’s black hoodies, put some of Vic’s black eyeshadow on his face, and just look generally grumpy and tell people to ‘do one’ when they ask him for something.

Aaron will dress in one of Robert’s floral shirts, trim his beard as close as he dares, and adopt a really smug, self-satisfied look. He’ll carry monopoly money in his pocket so that when someone says they have a problem, he can do this:

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“what does that mean, exactly?”

there was laughter wrought through the way magnus said every word, something about it twinkling in the late evening air, the doors to the balcony open letting in the sounds of the city. it was said in a way that showed in magnus’s eyes, bright with something like mirth but he looked slightly smug. alec wasn’t sure when this game had kicked in but oh how he loved it. just as much as he loved the lights of the skyline catching on magnus’s skin, mixing with the candle light and making his cheekbones glow.

“it means…” alec started, his own voice low and quiet although there was something amusing about this and they both knew it. he curled his fingers tighter against where the two of them were tethered, watching magnus in that unfocused, hazy way. “it means you shouldn’t hold back.”

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Goodbye (part 2)

Requested by @trashbutnotforyou

A/N: The italics are flashbacks.

It was official.

You hated Liam Dunbar.

At first you were best friends, you were inseparable. Maybe even something more, given it time. Then she came into the picture. He hated her and then he loved her. 

And in the process of him figuring out his feelings for Hayden, he lost you.

It wasn’t just him and his feelings for Hayden that made you hate him, it was the fact that he picked her over you.

“I just wanted to let you know that he’ll never love you, not the was he loves me.” Hayden leaned against the lockers as she smiled smugly at you.

“I don’t care.” You shut your locker, turning to face her while mimicking her smile. “I don’t like Liam like that, and to be honest, you can keep your pathetic little relationship and PDA because I don’t want it.”

Hayden’s smug look was now a look of shock but it was quickly replaced by anger. “You’re just saying that because he’s with me now.” She gloated, folding her arms over her chest.

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She reached out and caught the snowflake with her hand, her smile growind wide on her face. “You’re mine now.”
“Oh, am I a snowflake now?” He asked, with a smug look in his eyes.
“Exactly. On the outside you are just like everyone else but if you look closer, you can see that you are unique.”
I couldn’t explain what she made me feel. Like when you are five and you’ve never heard fireworks before and so your heart skips a beat but then you look up and you notice that they actually really pretty.
—  giulswrites

She leaned forward, intending to steal a kiss from him, but he had other plans.

(I love how you turn these sin based prompts into crazy and epic shorts, good luck with this OuO ) – @pengwensketches

She leaned forward, intending to steal a kiss from him, but he had other plans. Without any warning Chat Noir’s fist collided with Ladybug’s nose. Ladybug stumbled back clutching at her nose currently gushing crimson. This was not Ladybug’s idea of the good kind of nose bleed. She snarled as she looked back up at Chat Noir. Every damn year. Every damn Valentines Day. And every damn year Chat got hit by another stupid Dark Cupid like akuma.

“Seriously Chat!? It’s not like I have cooties,” Ladybug growled. Chat folded his arms over his chest with a smug smile on his face before sticking his tongue out at her. “That’s it! I’m not kissing you this time! I’m just going to kick your ass instead!” Ladybug shouted.

“You’ll have to catch me first!” Chat Noir teased before bounding off. Ladybug sighed. She really hated Valentines Day. Next year she was recruiting fangirls to chase Chat Noir across Paris for a kiss instead.

Damn you almost had me there!!! I’m glad you’re enjoying the shorts!!!