late drop

mercialachesis  asked:

skimmons university au (bonus for a side tripp/fitz?)? pls thank you! :)

anon says: Skimmons prompt!! College AU: despite having the same age, Simmons is Daisy/Skye’s RA because she is a genius who entered college earlier, and Skye loves making her life hell but she does it bc of a crush (I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense- I just discovered RAs are a thing in the US and I’ve been dying to see a fic on this!)

for those who don’t know, an RA is a resident assistant, usually someone of college age who lives in the dorms and helps guide the residents

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“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Jemma says, dropping her bag on the floor as she takes a seat on Daisy’s desk chair, Daisy facing her from the bed. “I was in the lab and my experiment … ran a bit long.”

Daisy raises a finger to hesitantly point. “Are your sleeves charred?”

Jemma’s nose crinkles. “Just a bit. Little accident.”

“But you’re okay?”

“Right as rain,” Jemma confirms. “Bobbi passed along why you called this meeting, but I admit I haven’t gotten a chance to look yet. Let’s see here …” She rifles through her bag, then pulls out a piece of paper. “Okay, so you called this meeting because-“ She stops, eyes darting back and forth between Daisy and the paper.

Daisy just smiles.

Jemma sighs. “Because you’re having roommate troubles.”

“That’s right.”

“Daisy, you live in a single.”

Daisy leans forward, nodding. “And I’m having a lot of trouble with that. I think it’d do me good to have a roommate.” She blinks innocently. “Hey … your room wouldn’t happen to be open, would it?”

Jemma carefully folds the paper, puts it back in her backpack, and leaves the room.

-

“You- You actually called a meeting just to ask that?” Fitz asks, huffing a laugh. He’s leaned back in Trip’s lap as they both play X-box in Fitz’s room, Trip holding his own controller from where his arms are wrapped around Fitz’s middle. The position isn’t very conducive to playing video games, especially a shooter, as they both tend to move around when they’re focused on the combat, but they are, as Daisy says, “annoyingly touchy” and tend to be as close as they can get as long as they can help it.

“I had to try something,” Daisy laments, laying back on the bed, textbook open and forgotten on her stomach. “I hadn’t seen her in like three days ‘cause she keeps such weird hours. How else was I supposed to see her?”

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anonymous asked:

heyyy, for the prompts? hartwin, day off at home with JB and all the fluff. Cheers!!

“Damn, I was late,” Eggsy sighs, dropping off his luggage by the front door and collapsing on the couch. “Time zones keep screwing me over.”

“I’m sure Roxanne will understand,” Harry says from the kitchen. Eggsy hums, following the scent of steak to Harry by the stove, JB barking from where he was laying at Harry’s feet.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” Eggsy murmurs, resting his chin on Harry’s shoulder. “That smells good, what did you put in it?”

“Spinach and prosciutto. And there’s some potatoes in the oven.”

“Mmmm, I’m so glad I married you,” Eggsy remarks, kissing Harry on the cheek before picking JB up and cuddling him to his chest.

“Oh, so you only married me for my cooking skills, I see how it is,” Harry teases, taking his phone out and taking a picture of his boys before sending it to the Kingsman group chat (of Harry, Eggsy, Merlin, and Roxy.)

“Oi,” Eggsy laughs, saving the picture when it pops up on his lock screen. “Well, at least it looks good for Instagram.” He scrolls through the app, seeing pictures of his mum and Daisy at the park, Jamal and Ryan at the pubs, and Roxy and Merlin at the Women’s March. “Looks like everyone had a busy day.”

“Very busy,” Harry agrees, “everything was very calm during the protests all things considered, but we did have all the Kingsman branches out and keeping surveillance.”

“Wish I could have seen everything, but I’m sure Rox will fill me in on everything that happened.” Eggsy sits at the kitchen table and pets JB as the pug curls up on his lap. “But for now, I just want one weekend off. Just you, me, JB, and food.”

Harry chuckles, shutting off the stove and oven, and getting the dishes out of the cabinets. “That can be arranged, you see I have an in with your boss.”

“Oh really?” Eggsy teases, “well then, tell him that he needs to make dessert too.”

“Greedy,” Harry sighs, bringing over two plates full of food balanced on one arm and JB’s portion on the other. JB barks happily, jumping down to eat underneath the table.

“Just hungry,” Eggsy says, pulling Harry into another kiss. Harry smiles into it and places the plates in front of them.

“When we’re done with dinner, I’ll have a different kind of dessert ready for you,” Harry promises. Eggsy raises his brow.

“Subtle.”

“Wasn’t trying to be. Now eat before the food gets cold.”

Tease.”

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she really means: In DDD of The Symphony of Sorcery world Sora and Riku had to get song pieces to help wake up Mickey. The song was Dearly Beloved. Riku had the melody while Sora had the harmony. The harmony usually completes the melody so does that mean that Sora completes Riku? Also the scene where they are discussing how to wake up Sora, Dearly Beloved starts playing again when Riku talks about Sora on how he's a dork and that it's his job to take care of him and he heard Sora call out his name. So does this mean that Dearly Beloved is the SoRiku theme song in the KH series????

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New Years Plans

[Harry and Draco are left on their own at the dinner table while Tonks and Remus put Teddy to bed] 

Harry: So… You’ve been here a lot lately…?

Draco: I drop by at least once or twice a month to deliver it…

Draco: Yes… Between work and helping out with Teddy, I stay pretty busy.

Draco: Potter… What are you doing for New Years?

Harry: Work, mostly. You know. Being an Auror and all.

Harry: I’ll probably just come here and help out Remus with th–

Draco: *interrupting* If you’re not doing anything, maybe we could… grab a beer… or something..

Harry: *stares at Draco in disbelief*

Harry: No! Wait. Yes.

To Be Continued…

Part Two

[[ Harry, played by the lovely @askdoratonks ]]

anonymous asked:

Is it too late to start over at 22 and pursue art (I've always just studied until now)?

Listen, it is NEVER, EVER too late. I used to struggle with this mentality (and, honestly, it still rears its ugly head sometimes and it’s awful) that you had to achieve a certain level of artistic skill by a certain age but that’s just not true. Art is not a race; there isn’t a wrong time to start and there isn’t a wrong way to do it, and there is no finish line you cross and you’re finally “good enough.” People learn at different speeds, are good at different things, and struggle with different things, but art will be there for you when you’re 95 and it still wouldn’t be too late. So if you want to pursue it, pursue it! Work hard, be patient with yourself, and enjoy the art-making process- put your heart into it and don’t be discouraged. Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t, or that it’s too late, including yourself. You got this.

|| The only thing you ever had to do || A Zimbits ficlet || Inspired By ||

Jack comes home late. He knows it’s late. The sun dropped far too long ago and the headlights of his car stretched on and on down the empty streets on his way home. He’s bone weary, and his eyelids are so heavy he’s got them shut in long blinks almost as much as they’re actually open.

The key in the lock sounds loud in the stillness and it grates on his nerves, frayed to the end after days and days and weeks and weeks of grueling practices, and team meetings, and not nearly enough time home.

The kitchen light is on when Jack steps into the hallway and Jack has one thrilling moment of hopeful giddiness before he takes another step and sees it’s empty. No Bitty.

Jack sighs out and heads to the kitchen anyway. There’s a new post-it on the fridge. Dinner in the fridge, honey. A little drawing of a quiche. Jack touches the note but he doesn’t smile. As much as he loves them, the fridge has been cluttered with far too many of late, and that’s on him.

His job, his choices. Jack is the one missing his life with Bitty. Missing Bitty. They live together and he goddamn misses his boyfriend.

It’s not enough to sleep curled around him and share a quite conversation in the morning when they wake up together, Jack for his run and Bitty to the bakery. A kiss or two and maybe another conversation in the kitchen over breakfast after Jack’s run if it’s Bitty’s day off.

Jack feels that him and Bitty are living in an in-between state, a state nothing more than existence, where they aren’t getting any further in their relationship.

He wants things to change but he can’t find the time. There is no time.

He doesn’t eat the dinner. He stayed out late enough he had to get something himself before his stomach ate itself after such a tiring day. He drinks three full glasses of water to try and stave off the persistent urge to cry, that ball of feeling in his throat.

He’s scared tonight. To go into their bedroom, and see Bitty, laying there, arm curled to Jack’s side of the bed, facing the door. Will he wake up when Jack starts moving around the room? He does sometimes, and Jack gets to kiss him for a bit and rub big circles on his back until they both succumb to sleep. Jack sometimes fears that Bitty doesn’t remember those moments. Woken from a dream to slip back into one minutes later. Maybe he confuses the middle bit of awakeness for another dream. Jack hopes Bitty’s dreams are as sweet as those moments. He hopes dream Jack tells him he loves him just as much.

He hopes dream Jack treats Bitty better. That they spend entire days with each other, doing nothing, doing everything.

Jack hasn’t even taken his bag off yet. The weight of it is apt at the moment.

“Sweetheart? Is everything all right?”

Jack startles at Bitty’s soft voice. He brings a hand up to his face to check. Oh. He doesn’t turn around.

“Jack?” Bitty’s footsteps tread closer to Jack across the tiles. He halts close enough that Jack can feel his bed-warmed heat stretching out across his back.

Jack doesn’t want to turn around. He doesn’t want to speak. He wants Bitty to go back to bed and not see him like this.

Bitty knows him well though, because really, Jack is craving something different.

Bitty pulls the strap of his bag off slowly and it thunks down on the ground. Jack’s hands are shaking. Bitty steps up behind Jack and presses them flush together, Bitty’s front along Jack’s back. He reaches his hands to Jack’s and threads their fingers together. Jack whimpers. Bitty shushes him gently, then moves their entwined hands around so they’re crossing over Jack’s belly.

Jack drops his head.

Bitty holds him for endless moments and Jack breathes in like he can subsume Bitty’s warmth and kindness and courage.

Bitty waits for Jack to be ready, like always.

Jack runs the words over so many times in his head, that when he actually speaks them, there was no conscious thought to do so.

“Do I make you happy, Bits?”

Bitty continues to rub little circles onto the back of Jack’s hands, at the base of his thumb, stroke up and down his pointer fingers, tell him he’s there with the simplest of gestures.

Jack and Bitty used to have a lot of these moments, early in their relationship. The quiet seriousness of a conversation in the dark. A space where nothing was off limits and judgement wasn’t conceptualised and trust was implicit.

Bitty moves his hands, unlocks them from Jack’s, and turns him around.

Jack’s hands fall loosely to Bitty’s hips, and Bitty holds onto his biceps.

Bitty looks up at him, Jack can feel it even though he’s looking over Bitty’s shoulder. Bitty waits for him again, for Jack to decide it’s okay, he’s okay. He looks into Bitty’s face.

Bitty reaches up and wipes off wetness from Jack’s cheeks.

“Jack. The only thing you ever had to do to make me happy was come home at the end of the day.”

GET READY - fan theories suspect that Seventeen might drop something on us tomorrow!

Theory 1:

  • 1/11 - Check-In Mixtape released
  • 11/11 - Dark Seventeen teasers released
  • 21/11 - ???

Theory 2:

  • 2+0+1+6+1+1+2+1+1+2+0+0=17
  • therefore something will be released at 12:00 on 21/11/16?

Bonus:

  • Jeonghan and Seungkwan’s Hello Counsellor episode (where they’ve revealed part of the new song) will be broadcast next week which means teasers will definitely be released before then!
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i drew jojo christmas icons but im kinda late (i mean its christmas in 4 days) XD i was supposed to do one for each of my two buddies but i ended up doing two more for fun :P

kak is for @writers-haven and gio is for @nilsace so if youre not them then please dont use those two! 
jotaro and pol you can use if you want tho feel free :>