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22.10.17 | 32/100 days of productivity

i took the uni entrance exam again yesterday, and the results aren’t out yet but it felt really good compared to the other times i’ve taken it, so hopefully that translates into better results which would increase my chances of getting into law school next year! finger’s crossed. anyway, it took the whole day and i was still exhausted from it this morning so i’ve spent the day watching the crown and relaxing with my family - sometimes that can be as necessary, if not more, as studying and productiveness is.

🎧 how would you feel (paean) - ed sheeran 


Songs I Listen To While Driving And Thinking About Daredevil 2/?- I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young

My past has tasted bitter for years now,
so I wield an iron fist.
Grace is just weakness, or so I’ve been told.
I’ve been cold. I’ve been merciless,
but the blood on my hands scares me to death.

As Still As Sound: 1

Author’s Note: my god. i have missed this world. welcome friends <3 please keep in mind the soundtrack for this story is vital to the progression and narrative!
Songs for this chapter: Girl, You’ll Be A Woman Soon - Neil Diamond / Here Comes The Rain Again - Eurythmics
Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female)
Genre: Soulmate!AU; fluff
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5,168


Wherever you are, the thunder sounds different here, rhythmic and insistent. It means to pull you, drag you away from this place, as if the sound itself is angry and important. As if the sound has hands. The rain feels the same, and it’s this sensation you cling to, the knowledge that this nether space still has rules or laws. Fingers are laced tightly between yours, skin and bone attempting to merge right down the to the marrow. The fear of separation lingers in your joints, making them start to ache and throb with the stress of departure. This fear is the kind that strikes a chill in your heart, makes you jut forward both here and against your mattress, though you don’t know why - it’s something akin to free-falling, except more violent, more desperate and urgent.

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Extreme Tourism

A continuation of the Swapped Luggage AU?

“And how is your current date going, Law?”

Swatting at the latest mosquito to try making a meal out of him, Trafalgar D. Water Law, stumbles through the rainforest, wondering why he’d even bothered booking a fortnight off work for this madness.

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Flash Point Paradox

Prompt: Justice league Flashpoint paradox but instead of the Flash going it’s Batmom?

Words: 312

             You stare in what can only be described as awe, as your long dead father-in-law breaks Barry Allen’s fingers.  At his second scream you finally move, “I have proof!”

          You watch as Thomas Wayne freezes. Making sure that he sees every move, you carefully remove the locket from around your neck and hold it out to him. He drops Barry, before quickly snatching the necklace from your hand. You watch the emotions run across his face.

          When he turns back to you, you see him for what he is; a broken man. “You’re … “

          You take a deep breath “I’m Y/N Wayne, I’m married to your son.”

          He smiles, “Bruce got married?”

          You nod. “We were only nineteen, but we’ve known each other since middle school. We met shortly after you and Mrs. Wayne died.”

          He looks at you with wonder in his eyes, as though he’s seeing a possibility he had only dreamed of. “And these children?”

          You smile, “They’re ours.”

          “What are their names?”

          You move slowly to him and point them out one by one, “Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke, Cassandra, and Terry.”

          Thomas stares at the pictures for a bit longer, “He looks happy.”

          You smile, “He has bad days but, then again, everyone does. I’d say he’s happy 95% of the time.”

          “With a family like this how couldn’t he be?” He closes the locket gently before placing it back in your hand. His face grows serious before turning to Barry, “What do we need to do?”

          Barry stares at him for a moment before saying, “Now you’re ready to help me?”

          He shakes his head, “No, I’m ready to help my son, and get his wife back to him.”

          Smiling you hug him. He’s a bit surprised at first, but eventually he wraps his arms around you, and you whisper, “Thank you, dad.”

anonymous asked:

how about a mckirk headcanon where bones comes across cinderella's prince from into the woods on an away mission without kirk (different unit, got separated, whatever works) and thinks it's kirk affected by a weird alien virus so brings him back to the enterprise only to find out that kirk has already beamed up and is waiting for him as they materialise. cue to fascinated jim+prince at each other's handsomeness and then fighting for bones as the prince starts woo bones and bones is 200% done.

  • Fucking hell, where even is he? This place. This planet isn’t even hostile, yet within minutes of being beamed down here, Leonard’s lost his entire crew. It doesn’t help that it’s a literal nightmare of every children’s book he’s read to Jo when she was younger. Laughter of witches, the howling of a wolf in the distance, the unnecessary singing of townspeople he passes by. Nightmare fuel, this is. And with his communicator not working, Bones is stuck here, by himself, casually trying to warn Little Red Riding Hood not to visit her grandmother, without interfering with the prime directive too much.
  • Jim isn’t even supposed to be here. That'even scarier, because while Bones is making his way through the woods when he runs into… Jim? “What are you wearing?” he asks when his captain approaches him on a horse. Clad in fancy clothes like he’d just walked out of a period drama. “Oh, you, good sir!” Jim calls out, sliding off his horse with flair, like he’d done that a million times before, “I’m looking for a fair maiden-” “Yeah, what else is new?” Bones counters, frowning a little at how offended the other looks from being interrupted. “She was at my ball,” Jim continues, “I intend to marry her.” “We’re in private,” Bones says, “you can act normal.“ "Oh, thank goodness,” Jim sighs, “I only intend to marry her because that’s what’s expected of me. I’m the heir to the kingdom, after all. I need a fair maiden to-” “Oh, fuck sake,” Bones groans, “what sort of alien plant spit you out this time?” Reaching out for Jim’s hand, his other hand reaches out in his pocket for his communicator. “Scotty,” he calls, hoping the other can hear him despite hearing nothing on the other end himself, “Scotty, if you can hear this: two to beam up.”
  • “Where have you taken me?” Jim asks, and Bones rolls his eyes. “Let’s just go to medical,” he says, only to be stopped by Jim, the real Jim, who enters the transportation room. “Bones! What are you doing, taking a local up with you?” Jim asks, glancing at the other - whoever that is, not-Jim - with mild interest, “who is this?” “I thought it was you,” Bones says, and Jim frowns. “He doesn’t even look like me.” “I agree,” not-Jim says, “I’m a prince, and much more handsome.” “I wouldn’t say that,” Jim replies, and Bones runs a hand through his hair. “Okay, fine, beam him back.” “Wait,” Prince says, “I do need a medical examination. I have a promiscuous past.” “Great,” Bones sighs, signing the other to join him, “just what I needed. Alright, Charming, let’s go get you looked at before syphilis melts your face off.” 
  • “You’re so intelligent,” Prince says, sitting on one of the biobeds while Bones examines him. “Hmm, greatly under appreciated on most occasions,” Bones agrees. “Witty, too. I like that,” Prince replies, reaching out to cup Bones’ cheeks, the action leaving the doctor a bit stunned. “If times were different, doctor, you’d make me a fine husband.” Bones laughs at that, reaching out to take the prince’s hands away from his face. “Don’t take the rules of your time so seriously. You ever see a guy you like? Change the law. Someday you’ll find someone. As for me, I tried being a husband, it’s not for me.” "Change the law?” Prince repeats, his fingers tightening on Bones’ hands, “imagine that. Me, being with an intelligent, charming doctor as a trophy husband-” “No, really,” Bones says, “I’m not the one you want.” “Well,” Prince says, letting go of Bones’ hand, but rather than letting go, he moves his arms around Bones’ neck, “we don’t have to get married to enjoy each other’s company.”
  • “Hey,” Jim says, glancing at the two of them when the doors to the medbay slide open. That Prince Charming is there, arms around Bones’ shoulders, and the captain narrows his eyes. “Bones,” he says, “can I talk to you for a second? In private.” 
  • “What are you doing?” Jim hisses quietly, “you bring a stranger onto this ship, you’re flirting with him-” “I’m not flirting!” Bones replies, “he’s just very persistent. Looks more like you than you think.” “He does not!” Jim says, looking over his shoulder at Prince Charming, who’s eyeing both Jim and Bones with interest. “I never hit on you…” Jim continues, and Bones raises his eyebrows, “… in the last year, or so. Can we just get him off the damn ship? He’s fine, he doesn’t need any help, and he certainly doesn’t need you.” “Please, like you’ve never been close with a local before,” Bones huffs, and Jim looks up at him - somehow both worried and upset at once. “That’s different! And what do you mean, you intend to sleep with him?!” “No,” Bones replies, “but if I were, that’s none of your business.” “You know I can hear everything you two are saying,” Charming calls out to both of them.
  • Being wanted is a nice feeling, though. Prince Charming is insufferable, constantly following him, touching him and - yes, bursts out into song meant to serenade Bones, or whatever, but even for someone as hopelessly romantic as Bones, that is highly uncomfortable. “Oh my God,” Jim calls out to Charming, “you’re going back to your world now.” “I am a prince, you can’t tell me what to do.” “We’re not on your planet. You don’t rule here,” Jim tells him, grabbing on to Charming’s arm and dragging him back to the transporter room. Bones follows them quietly, listening to, essentially two clones, argue continuously over either being the smartest, strongest, most witty - it’s exhausting.
  • “Bones,” Charming says once they’re in the transporter room, “would you consider coming with me?” “Are you serious?” Jim replies, “no! He’s not. Get on the damn platform.” “Bones,“ Charming presses, and Bones sighs. Nice as it is being wanted, this has gone on for long enough. “I’m sorry,” Bones says, gently patting Charming’s shoulder as he helps him on the platform, “it never would’ve worked between us.” Prince Charming simply responds by cupping Bones’ cheeks, leaning in to press a kiss on his lips. “Are you sure?” he asks, and Bones nods. “Very,” he replies, “now get off this ship.” 
  • Scotty beams Charming away, and Jim immediately rushes after Bones as he makes his way back to med bay. “What was that all about?” he asks. “What do you mean?” “I don’t know, the fact that he just flat out kissed you,” Jim replies, “seriously, Bones, you have questionable taste.” Bones looks at Jim, huffing. “Tell me about it. No need to be jealous, though, I was never into him.” “I’m not jealous,” Jim says, “just concerned for your wellbeing.” “Super jealous,” Bones replies. “Am not.” “Are too.” Jim sighs, stopping Bones in his tracks to lean in and kiss him. It stuns Bones, clearly, until he pulls away with a frown. “What was that for?” “Am I a better kisser?” Jim asks, and Bones raises his eyebrows. “Are you serious?!”  “Well, am I?” Jim asks, and Bones huffs. “No,” he lies, the devastated look in Jim’s eyes only half worth it, “but feel free to join me in my quarters to practice.”
Art Student AU

Take off that sweater. Please. It’s burning my eyes and offends me.

“That sweater is hideous.”

Pausing, Riskua looks down at the large sweater that covers her torso and nearly half her thighs. Sometimes sweaters that are oversized are cute. 

This one however…

“Okay, so it’s not the prettiest of thi-”

“Ris-ya, it’s offensive; it’s searing when I only catch a glimpse from the corner of my eye. I daren’t look at you head on.”

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