let me bask in my glory

Issues

The song is  Issues by Julia Michaels

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I’m jealous, I’m overzealous
When I’m down, I get real down
When I’m high, I don’t come down
I get angry, baby, believe me
I could love you just like that
And I could leave you just this fast

“Why didn’t you tell me!?!” You shout, throwing down Jason’s domino mask

“I couldn’t trust you! I was going to tell you soon, I promise!”

You snarl, “So you didn’t trust me!? You made me fall in love with you, only to dump this on me?!” Letting out a sob you sink into the couch, “What if you die out there, Jay? What am I gonna do then?”

“I’ll just have to make extra sure that I don’t die then, won’t I?”

But you don’t judge me
‘Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too
No, you don’t judge me
'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

“Don’t judge me, asshole, just help me down”

Jason chuckles and reaches up, “How did this happen?”

You huff, letting him take some of the dishes that had tried to cascade down on you, “I just wanted some Tupperware, and when I tried to grab it, everything fell on me!! It’s like your apartment is boobytrapped!”

“It’s not boobytrapped, you were just too lazy to move everything on top” Jason grabbed your waist, and gently lifted you off of the counter.

“I said that you couldn’t judge me, if you start judging me about this, I’m going to start judging you for getting stuck in the dryer”

Jason huffed, “You said you wouldn’t bring that up!”

“Well, when you get stuck trying to hide in the dryer, just because Dick can, I don’t really think you have any room to judge my Tupperware avalanche, do you?”

“No” Jason grumbled.

'Cause I got issues
But you got 'em too
So give 'em all to me
And I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
Of all our problems
'Cause we got the kind of love
It takes to solve 'em

“I died, Y/N, I died and he did nothing, he let my killer get away. I just can’t face him, I don’t think I can, not yet” Jason whispered. He tucked you tightly into his side and pulled the blankets over your heads, “Is it so bad to never want to get out of bed?”

You sigh, gently running your fingers through his hair, “He still loves you, they all do, Jaybird. You might not be ready to forgive him, but just know that he loves you”

“I know, I know he does, it’s just … every time I see him that old anger comes up, I don’t know how to get over that”

“Have you tried talking about it?”

He snorted, “I’m talking about it with you”

You press a kiss to the side of his chest, “But I’m not the one who you’re angry at”

“You’re right”

“And even though you’re mad at Bruce, you can’t take it out on your brothers, that includes Tim. He looks up to you, you know”

“He does?”

“Yeah, he does. Maybe you should have a guy’s night. Mom asked me to come visit this weekend, so it would be the perfect time”

Jason hummed, “Maybe that’s a god idea”

You smile and snuggle closer to your boyfriend. Sometimes he just needed a little push in the right direction.

Yeah, I got issues
And one of them is how bad I need you

You do shit on purpose
You get mad and you break things
Feel bad, try to fix things
But you’re perfect
Poorly wired circuit
And got hands like an ocean
Push you out, pull you back in

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE IT ALONE?!?!” Jason shouts, throwing his mug of coffee against the wall.

“YOU KILLED AGAIN!!! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULND’T!!!!!!” You yell

“He was raping and selling women!! I couldn’t let his continue to do that!”

“You could have sent him to jail! You didn’t have to shoot him!”

Jason rakes his fingers through his hair, “What if it had been you!?! What if he had touched you!?”

“What?” you whisper

“A few days ago I was watching you walk home from work, and I saw him. He was watching you, stalking you. What if he had attacked, would you still hate me for killing him?”

“Oh baby” Jason steps forward and pulls you into his arms, tucking your face into his neck.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N, I can’t let you get hurt, and if you hate me for protecting you, then you’ll just have to keep hating me”

“I could never hate you, Jaybird. I love you”

“I love you too”

'Cause you don’t judge me
'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too
No, you don’t judge me
'Cause you see it from same point of view

“Why did we come here?” you whisper, watching in horror as Bruce flounces around in his Brucie persona.

“You agreed” Jason hissed, “I told you that we shouldn’t go, but you wanted to play dress up”

“This was a terrible idea”

Jason chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Why don’t you wait here, and I’ll get us some drinks?”

“I’m gonna need a drink if I have to watch Bruce any longer”

Almost as soon as Jason walks away, you’re approached by some drunk idiot, “’bout time you sent him away, baby”

“Excuse me? You need to back off”

“Chill out, baby. I just want to have some fun” He leaned forward, boxing you into the wall

Suddenly a large hand gripped the back of his jacket, “You might want to back off, buddy, before something really bad happens”

The guy glances over his shoulder at Jason and smirks, “No need to get mad, dude. I don’t mind sharing”

Jason snarled and threw the guy off of you, “Get the fuck off my girlfriend, pig” when Jason pulls you into a hug you smirk at the guy on the floor, “Let’s let out of here, baby”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

'Cause I got issues
But you got 'em too
So give 'em all to me
And I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
Of all our problems
'Cause we got the kind of love
It takes to solve 'em

“You know, we’re pretty fucked up”

Jason chuckles, “I’d have to agree with you, baby”

Yeah, I got issues
And one of them is how bad I need you

And one of them is how bad I need you
(I got issues, you got 'em too)

“If you leave me, I’ll kill you”

“I’d never leave you, baby”

You sniffle, “Even though I’m sick? You still love me?”

He leans forward and kisses your cheek, “Yes I still love you, even though you’re sick, now take youre medicine”

Whining you try to squirm out of Jason’s grasp, “I don’t wanna take it, it tastes gross”

“I know it tastes gross, but you have to take it to get better”

After taking your medicine and drinking a glass of orange juice you curl back up on the couch, “You know, it’s scary how much I need you”

“I know exactly what you mean”

'Cause I got issues
(I got)
But you got 'em too
So give 'em all to me
(You got 'em too)
And I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
(I got issues)
Of all our problems
'Cause we got the kind of love
(You got 'em too)
It takes to solve 'em

“What if it’s positive? What are we gonna do, Jay?”

“We’ll have to tell my brothers that they’ll be uncles”

You snort, “God, could you imagine how that conversation would go?!”

“Yeah, they would probably beat the shit out of me, and then go out and buy baby stuff with you”

Reaching out for Jason’s hand you give it a squeeze, “Are you alright with this?”

“Honestly? I’m kinda excited”

“Really?!” You yelp, not expecting that answer

“I mean, I’ve always wanted kids, especially with you, so yeah, I’m excited”

This timer goes off in the next room, “Well, let’s see if we have anything to be excited about”

Yeah, I got issues (I got)
And one of them is how bad I need you (You got 'em too)
Yeah, I got issues (I got issues)
And one of them is how bad I need you (You got 'em too)
Yeah, I got issues (I got)
And one of them is how bad I need you

Music Series: Issues by Julia Michaels

I cannot explain how much I like this song….it’s sooo gooood.

Ever since the first time I heard it, its made me think of how everyone…everyone…has issues. And if you think you don’t…that’s an issue.

If you’ve not heard this song, you’re missing out. You can find it HERE, on my Spotify playlist called “Fresh Fresh”. This is “Issues” by Julia Michaels.

Thank you, Anon, for requesting!

And to everyone who has sent requests that are still yet to be written, I promise I am writing! I took yesterday off from imagine writing after a very long work day, and an evening with curry and a book idea I’m working on, and tonight I had an appointment after work so it’s very late and I’m half asleep at the moment, so I will take another look at this tomorrow and check for errors, but I wanted to give it to you before I crawl into my sheets. I’m back to it now so please don’t give up on me. I have several requests to fill, but anyone can send requests and I will keep them in the queue until they are written and posted!

Thank you all for your continued support of my writing! MWAH! xo

Shelli

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I’m jealous, I’m overzealous

When I’m down, I get real down

When I’m high, I don’t come down

I get angry, baby, believe me

I could love you just like that

And I could leave you just as fast

“I’m sorry, love,” Harry says to you as you both clean up the kitchen after dinner that night.

You sigh and scrub on the fork you have been washing for 5 minutes.

“I know she flirts and you hate it,” he told you, remembering the look on your face earlier that day at the studio, when you saw one of the women Harry had been working closely with, being obvious with how she felt about him. It was becoming very old, witnessing this same behavior from her every time you came along with him to work. Harry pulls the fork from your hand and grins slightly, trying to lift the mood of the room a bit.

“Dear god, woman, it’s fuckin’ clean, alright?” he chuckles.

You sigh again, draining the water from the sink and wiping down the countertop of soapy water droplets.

“It’s nothing, you know,” Harry says, pointedly.

“I know,” you reiterate for at least the 3rd time since the conversation began. “I hate it. And you do nothing to stop her.”

“What am I supposed to do, sweetheart?” Harry asks. “Tell her, please stop flirting with me, you’re really pissing off my girlfriend?”

“Wow, yeah, kinda like that. That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” you ask, sarcastically, then rethink your comment. “I’m sorry. I’m not angry at you. I’m angry that it keeps happening.”

“And jealous,” he snickers until you shoot him a look. “She’s very helpful with my work right now,” he says, thinking that was enough reason to say nothing.

“And if I told you one of my work associates acted that way with me?” you look at him with a raised brow.

Harry narrowed his eyes.

“Who? Who does that with you?” he asked, his jealousy bone beginning to itch.

“Hm,” you hum, annoyed.

“Why the fuck do you go there if you know she is going to be there and flirt with me and get your knickers in a twist?” he asks.

“Because I love to watch you work!” you screech. “Why the fuck do you think I come there? Think I get off on watching another woman try to get into your pants? I’m proud of your work, Harry! I want to watch you work. Is it so much to ask that she not display her goods 2 inches from your nose all day long and keep her hands to herself?”

“You trust me, don’t you?” Harry asks, already knowing the answer.

“Do you think I would still be with you if I didn’t?” you answer honestly, making him pause.

But you don’t judge me, ‘Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

No, you don’t judge me, 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

'Cause I got issues but you got 'em too

So give 'em all to me and I’ll give mine to you

Bask in the glory of all our problems

'Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve ‘em

Yeah, I got issues and one of them is how bad I need you

Harry steps to where you are wiping the same spot on the counter for what seems the 50th time, leaning against your backside and wrapping his arms around you, his hands sliding inside your shirt, teasing your skin. His lips lightly peck where your neck meets your shoulder.

“I’ll talk to her,” he says, conceding.

“Thank you,” you answer, placing your hand over his. “That’s all I ask.”

His lips ghost your neck up to your ear as his fingers slide down the front of you, rubbing gently over the fabric between your legs.

“You know I would never do anything to hurt our relationship,” he says to you, lovingly, softly nipping at your jaw. “I need you too much to let something like that come between us.”

You smile a bit, closing your eyes at his touch and knowing his next intentions.

“You’re the only one for me,” he promises, slowly leading you toward the stairs that lead to the bedroom.

You do shit on purpose

You get mad and you break things

Feel bad, try to fix things

But you’re perfect

Poorly wired circuit

And got hands like an ocean

Push you out, pull you back in

You hear the door slam, wondering why he is home so early and why he’s slamming doors.

“Harry?” you ask from another room, before stepping out into the living room and seeing the angered look on his face. “Everything alright?”

“I don’t wanna fuckin’ talk about it!” he yells at you, charging to his office and slamming the door.

“Oh,” you say, a bit surprised.

If there was one thing that you think made you and Harry “work”, it was that you communicate. You discuss things when something is bothering either of you, talking it out and offering help or advice if you can. So Harry yelling at you that he doesn’t want to discuss it with you was unexpected. Harry was mostly even-tempered, but when he was pissed about something, you knew it was best to let him cool off and not push him, let him come to you when he was ready, so that’s what you were going to do.

Having dealt with his occasional anger issues before, you knew a glass of wine would be in order, followed by listening to him say what was on his mind, and ending with a massage before bed. You grabbed a bottle of his favorite from the wine stash, filled a bucket with ice and set it to chill, grabbing two glasses, and walked outside to enjoy the beautiful evening. The sky was full of stars tonight and you could see all of the constellations vividly.

But you don’t judge me, 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

No, you don’t judge me, 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

'Cause I got issues but you got 'em too

So give 'em all to me and I’ll give mine to you

After awhile you hear the door from the house open and Harry looking at you, walking to sit next to you. You pour him a glass of wine and hand it to him. He smiles at you slightly and takes it from you, pulling a long sip of the sweet nectar into his throat.

You look at him, saying nothing, just waiting for whatever he wants or doesn’t want to talk about. After another moment, his low, smooth voice breaks the silence.

“I fucked up,” he admits, nodding and looking out into the landscape. “I made a really shitty business deal and lost a lot of money.”

You nod but say nothing, still looking at him to continue.

“I knew when I made it that it was risky,” he said, pissed at himself. “Shouldn’t have taken it. I was greedy. Should have…” he sighs heavily, taking another deep drink from his glass. “I was so stupid.”

“Hey, you’re not stupid,” you reprimand. “You made a mistake. We all make them. If we didn’t, how would we learn from them?”

He looked at you and thought about that, then leaned his head back, looking up at the sky.

“Find the positive in it,” you say, making him cock an eyebrow at you as you giggle. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re good at bouncing back in difficult situations. There has to be a positive in it.”

“I’d like to know what,” he says, dully.

“Okay,” you say, accepting the challenge and thinking. “At least you have the money to lose.”

Harry looks at you like you’ve grown another head and chuckles.

“Think about it,” you say. “Many people when they lose a lot of money, they’re broke and in debt for years after, sometimes lose everything they have. Not the case with you, is it?”

“Well…no,” he says thoughtfully. “Thank god.”

“Alright then,” you nod. “Yes, you made a bad decision and you lost money. But you still have money, you still have your health, you still have your career, and you still have people who love and support you.”

He sighs, smiling a bit more, and looking at you, then pulling you closer to him as his arm clutches around your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said sincerely, placing a kiss on your cheek and nuzzling his nose against your skin. “Let my anger get hold of me again, didn’t I?”

“We all have our issues,” you grin. “We’re far from perfect, but we love each other all the same.”

Bask in the glory of all our problems

'Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve ‘em

Yeah, I got issues and one of them is how bad I need you

Yeah, I got issues (I got)

And one of them is how bad I need you

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Two months ago…

Me: “I need [resource] for [actual business]. Who would I source it from?”

[I’ll let you guess]: “That has to be purchased from [Third Party], because [bullshit].”

Department Budget: “No.”

Me to Dter: “Can you convert [This] to [That]? If so, name your price. I’m sure you’ll hurt the budget less than [what she said].”

Dter: “I’m so offended that you’re being charged [that fucking much] for sloppy ass work, I’mma do this in 30 minutes and you only owe me sushi.”

Remade Resource: “That’s right. Bask in my glory. Perfection.”

Actual Business: “I have been COMPLETED! Witness me!”

[I’ll let you guess]: “Hey, who did that? I told [Third Party] to be expecting you.”

Me: “I got a starving college student to make [resource] for me because what [Third Party] offered wasn’t going to work after all and this fits the need exactly.”

[ILYG]: “Shit! We need a release! If you paid them, we need a receipt!”

Me: “Here’s the release, and it’s also embedded in the metadata of the file. I paid her with a trip to an all you can eat sushi bar. It’s a mixed receipt though, that’s why I’m not filing it.”

[ILYG]: “Oh. Well. Tell [Third Party] to cancel the order.”

Me: “YOU tell them to cancel the order that YOU made without my permission.”

One month ago…

Board: “We like this thing, but this resource looks different.”

Me: “I had to have it remade because the budget couldn’t afford the licensing fee.”

Board: “What licensing fee… we took [Third Party] to court for charging us to use our images and logos on internal documentation and won. This counts as internal documentation. You shouldn’t have been charged anything!”

[ILYG]: “Oh.”

Me: *god-taint punching face*

Board: “However, it looks much better than what they did, so if you still have communication with whoever did this work, please keep it open. If the prices were reasonable, we may commission more work.”

[ILYG]: “So I need the contact info for that starving college student.”

Me: “You’ll have to talk to her agent.”

[ILYG]: “She has an agent? She’s a college student, she can’t afford an agent. She’ll be glad to get anything. I mean you paid her with food, right?”

Board: *horrified face*

Me: “Damn right I paid her with food this time. But if I’m going to allow my daughter to do any other work for this company, I’m gonna make sure she is paid full rates. She remade that resource as a favor to me and a challenge to herself, and all she wanted was sushi-night. So I paid her what she wanted. That was a one time favor and it has been used. Any other work you want her to do will be accompanied by a written request and a binding contract that defines the limits of work expected, scope of work, billing, and payment, just like any other vendor.”

Board: *amused face of agreement*

[ILYG]: “Oh.”

Yesterday…

[ILYG]: “Would you ask your daughter how much she would charge for [trivial conversion of image that I could probably do if I had an hour to fuck around]?”

Me: “Sure. I’ll have her answer to your email address.”

Me to Dter: “Remember, kid… You’re an adult now.”

Dter to [ILYG], cc Me: “I can do [work] in [45 minutes] for a charge of [Y U LOWBALLING]. I will need a statement from you that you represent [Company] and have the right to request this work from me. Please see [Ms. Mom] for an example of that statement as she has already provided me with one before.”

Me: *sniff… so proud*

[ILYG]: “OMG KERI YOU MADE HER GO PRO?!”

Me: “Fuck you, pay her.”

[ILYG]: “Uh… We’ll just use the logo she already converted instead since we have the release for it.”

Me: *waits for it*

[ILYG]: “KERI WHY IS THERE A STATEMENT OF PURCHASE IN THE METADATA?! I CAN’T USE THIS! THEY’LL KNOW I DIDN’T MAKE THIS!”

Me: “Who’s they?”

[ILYG]: “Uh… [Third Party]. I need them to [do other thing] and I’m sending them the files to finish the project.”

Me: “You have the release. What’s the problem?”

[ILYG]: “They won’t work with images they didn’t make themselves.”

Me: “Not my problem.”

This morning…

Email: “So about that request…”

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I feel bad knowing that you turned on notifications for my blog given my bevy of shit posting, lol. So I apologize if I blow up you dash sometimes.

But yes, let us bask in the glory and our inescapable deaths that is the deadly combination of both Dom!Ignis and Dom!Ardyn. Amen.

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anonymous asked:

My sister just called Ravi "so ugly he shouldn't be in kpop" please console me 😭

you don’t have to say anything, let her have her delusional ways, fine taste in beauty is not something you can teach; let us bask in the glory that is Kim Ravi.

Discomfit (Extra)

somebody wanted a lil’ extra, and it’s not little… OTL

chanyeol/reader, 1323 words, kind of drabble (too long to be a drabble, but no plot really ;; )

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Like any supportive girlfriend, you always cleared your schedule to make sure you could go to every one of Chanyeol’s gigs. He was the drummer for your college’s mascot band basically, and what that meant was every Saturday and sometimes Friday you’d go to the local club and drown yourself in cheap drinks while all of the college girls fawned over Chanyeol. Well, you did that before you started dating him anyways, but now you have an excuse to never leave the bar. That excuse is ‘you want him to have his 15 minutes of fame and you’re nowhere near the height of the girls in heels to actually get jealous and maybe win a cat fight so you step back and watch from the sidelines’. It’s a long excuse, but all of it is very needed.

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M*A*S*H is great for so many reasons, but one of those reasons is the subtlety in the dialogue. This line “You broke my legs” stuck with me for literally ten years without watching the show. It’s poignant and beautiful and has such powerful imagery without having to explain anything to you. M*A*S*H lays a metaphor out there, but not one that’s so insane that you can’t understand it, and just lets you bask in its glory. I’m not sure that I can describe how much I love this line.

Captain Canary Prompt: VIDEO GAME CAPTAIN CANARY

Captain Canary Prompt from @phoebe-music​: VIDEO GAME CAPTAIN CANARY

Thanks again for the prompt ;) I wasn’t sure if this was what you wanted but I tried!

I don’t own Legends of Tomorrow, nor it’s characters. (I hope I did lol)



“Gideon, random question. Is there any chance I can play Assassin’s Creed in this tin can?”

Leonard wasn’t needed in today’s mission and he misses his alone time back in Central City. Playing video games, Assassin’s Creed specifically, was one to keep his head off of planning heists.

“Yes, Mr. Snart. It will be available to you in the fabrication room after 30 minutes. I can install it in your room of you want,” Gideon answered.



“Good job, team. We could now take a rest after a long day. See you in the morning,” said Rip.

The team didn’t even let him finish. They were already off to their rooms to freshen up and sleep–but not Sara.

“Hey Sara, where are you going? Your room is that way,” Kendra pointed to her far right.

“I’ll just say hi to Snart. Had to tell him that he wasn’t included in the mission because we’re in the arctic. We’re literally surrounded with ice. Just so he’d stop moping,” Sara replied.

Before she could even knock at his door, she ready heard him screaming. “GIDEON, OPEN SNART’S DOOR!” She was expecting the crook to either be badly injured or without his hand but he wasn’t. He was playing a video game. “What the hell was that? I thought you were hurt!”

“I’d tease you about being so concerned about me but I’m too busy practicing what I do best next to stealing–playing Assassin’s Creed.”

And there was Sara, sitting beside Leonard for almost an hour now, listening as he discuss the history of the game, all the contents of the comic versions of it, and how he “kicked everybody’s ass” in this game.

“Teach me.”

“What?”

“Teach me how to play that thing and I’ll beat you.”

“Just because it’s called Assassin’s Creed, doesn’t mean you could beat me at this, assassin.”

Sara was determined. She kept annoying Leonard till he finally gave in. He taught her how to play the game. This should be interesting, he thought. Playing alone isn’t as fun as having another player to beat.

Jax also came to ask Leonard if he could play with him. Snart would’ve said yes, if it wasn’t for Sara. “Come on, Sara, you’ve been playing every night ever since Gideon installed that in Len’s room. My turn!”

“Go away Jax. I need to improve, okay, and you’re throwing me off. Shut up and leave.”

Sara’s reaction shocked Jax. He looked at Leonard, asking for any explanation regarding the lady’s…feelings.

“She challenged me two nights ago. Made a bet that she could beat me in being the fastest to complete a mission. I told her she could try but she’s obviously gonna lose. Battle will be held three days from now. You might want to watch,” Leonard answered.



TWO NIGHTS BEFORE THE BATTLE

“Wow, Lance. You’re getting good at this.”

“Of course I am. I’ve been practicing whenever I have the chance.”

“You go inside my room?”

“YES!!!!! Crushed it! Mission accomplished, crook. Beat that!”



ONE NIGHT BEFORE THE BATTLE

“There’s a reason why this game is called Assassin’s Creed and not The Crook’s Creed, Snart. I was born to do this. Ra’s Al Ghul who??”

“Seems like you’re pretty confident for tomorrow.”

“Hell yeah, I am. Now shut up and stop trying to distract me.”



THE NIGHT OF THE FIGHT

Rip was startled when he heard Jax shouting while running aroung the Waverider.

“CANARY AND COLD VIDEO GAME BATTLE IN FIVE MINUTES! SNART’S ROOM! FIGHT OF THE CENTURY!”

“Gideon, scan the timeline. When will these kids start acting like adults?” Rip annoyingly asks the AI.



Despite Jax’s announcement, only Mick, Ray, Kendra, and himself were present. They cramped up inside Leonard’s room while they watch the two trashtalk each other.

“Done! Mick, what’s my time?”

“32 minutes and 15 seconds, boss. Quite fast for a difficult mission.”

“Wow Snart, that was intense!” said Ray. Video games weren’t really his thing but upon seeing this, he’d consider asking Snart to teach him.

Kendra shook his head. “Nope. Wait for my girl. She’s ready to do this.”

Sara was determined. “Enough, guys. Let’s finish this.”



For one week, Sara teased Leonard about his loss. Sometimes, he responds with an equally snarky comment but most of the time he just lets her.

“I’m sorry, Rip, but I have to pass for that undercover mission. It just isn’t part of my…creed,” she said once as she winked at Leonard.

This mockery continued.

“Excuse me. Video game badass coming through.”

“Gideon, is it true that Snart had the gaming stuff removed from his room? Poor Lenny.”

“You were only ahead for 3 minutes, blondie.”, “Oh come on, Mick. Just let me bask in my glory while I annoy your partner.”



Jax went to the cargo bay to chill when he saw Leonard already inside. “Hiding from Sara?” he asked. Leonard just scoffed.

“I saw your face when she finished the mission. I was expecting you to freeze the whole console with your Cold Gun but you were smiling,” he continued but Leonard remained silent.

Jax studied Leonard and after a while, he finally exclaimed, “Oh! Of course! You let her win!”

“You people actually thought I’d lose to her? I’ve been playing that game ever since it came out,” Leonard said with pride.

“Why did you let her win, then? She’s been teasing you for a week now and to be honest, it’s getting annoying.”

“She’s been smiling like a 7-year-old ever since she won. I’d gladly lose a hundred more games for that.”

I Like Your Tattoo, Jean

alright, ladies and gents, I finished the first half of the tattoo fic. I uploaded it to AO3, but I’ll put it up here too. I know how fucking cheesy it is, but after all the angst I’ve been putting myself through with these two, I just really needed some cute fluff. I’ve been working on this fic for a while, but I’m stuck in a little bit of writers block, so I’m not at my optimum. So, sorry for the shittiness. I would really love some feed back, if you have the time. 

Summary: From the moment they met, Marco has been in love with Jean’s tattoos. Jean always knew this, but he never knew how bad Marco wanted a tattoo himself. I tried…? 

edit: OH YES and don’t forget that requests are ALWAYS OPEN 

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Made tour in Melbourne.

okay so I’m on mobile now and I’ll probably post videos when I get home but today was like a religious experience and I need to document all this down asap.

so I bought the vip package and I’ll be honest I was a little disappointed at first. Everything was so chaotic I literally had no idea where I was supposed to be and where cause there were fucking massive ass lines everywhere. After getting moved around a lot I was finally sorted into a slightly shorter line while waiting for soundcheck. The vip package was a'ight, I got a little laminate and a bag (which I ended up losing) but it cost fucking $45 for a light stick (that ended up malfunctioning and wouldn’t stop flashing sporadically) so I was a bit disappointed there but the real kicker was soundcheck.

Soundcheck was supposed to start at 4:30 and apparently go until 5:30. After waiting around for an hour and a half it finally started at 5 and finished at 6, we of course were told absolutely nothing and had no clue about anything that was happening. Any anger I had completely vanished tho when we finally got inside and soundcheck actually started.

Seungri, taeyang and daesung looked fiiiiiine af and were really energetic. Especially taeyang, I mean in soundcheck u don’t really need to go hard but man taeyang was treating it like it was the real deal and it was absolutely amazing.

Seungri was especially rude during Bae Bae he got right up the edge of the stage and did these little slow hip thrusts and right there I died I fucking died.

Daesung the Angel was more reserved but he interacted with the fans a lot more, at one point he smiled and pointed towards me and a friend (we were the only ones along the side of the stage next to the stairs)

Gd and especially top seemed really tired so they were a bit sluggish. Gd would bow and kinda walk around and top just took it easy and made some weird background sounds .

So after soundcheck we left and got snacks, drinks etc. before heading back into the venue to get our seats (cause I had reserved seating right next to the side of the stage)

U know how they play mvs while waiting for the actual show to start?? Well when fantastic baby started playing the crowd went fucking iNSANE. Waving light sticks and belting out the lyrics to the point the sound guy whatever he’s called actually turned up the fucking volume super duper high it was seriously the best.

Now on to the actual concert: it was the beeeeest thing ever but one thing really stood out, or rather one person, fucking taeyang.

Youngbae man, he is literally the sweetest most amazing person on earth istg. He looked soooo happy to be on stage and it translated over into the crowd. He was definitely interacting the most with the fans, when ever he got to the edge of stage he would actually look at people and smile, encourage them to dance and sing along. I was so close to him that we actually made eye contact, I expected him to look away ya know and give attention to other fans but nOPE THAT ASSHOLE LITERALLY HELD EYE CONTACT WITH ME AND SMILED AS I LITERALLY SCREAMED OUT THE LYRICS TO FANTASTIC BABY. Okay so yeah he’s defs competing with seungri as my bias.

Speaking of seungri my god I don’t even have words. He obviously talked the most out of all of them, promoted Google a lot and was basically just…seungri. He would blow kisses to the fans and dance erotically which made me die inside every time. He didn’t really come over to my side of the stage he focused more on the other but damn son whenever he even got close I would scream and wave my light stick around like crazy. Sadly I was not noticed by him .

Now daesung man daesung he’s just…. Wings was definitely my favourite solo song and one of my fave performances of the concert. His voice was just ugh and his smile just ugh and his legs in those tight jeans were just ugh. He would wave and point at fans and at one point he did those little chest pumps that made me want to jump over the railing and let death claim my soul.

Gd. Has. The best. Stage. Presence. My god he could just stand there and do nothing and I’d cry. He was obvs awesome cmon it’s gd, he screamed and got the crowd riled up. One thing I did notice was that in person, bro is actually pretty short and skinny. I would’ve been concerned if he hadn’t of taken off his jumper and let everyone bask in the glory oF HIS FUCKING BICEPS DAMN SON THEY LOOKED BETTER THAN TAEYANGS!!! Also he killed a bunch of fanboys during crooked rip.

Noooooow top. I have never in my life seen someone as attractive as top. During the concert he actually had a lot more energy which made me happy. He didn’t interact with the fans much but honestly he would occasionally glance over and I would just melt into a puddle on the floor. Fucking slayed doom dada I lost my voice from screaming.

So all in all a little piece of me died today. I’m not religious but imma start going to church. Like honestly today was like the best fucking day of my life. Rip me.

memerdemon-deactivated20160425  asked:

AAAAAH DIANE I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVE A TUMBLR I LOVED YOUR BOOKS AS A KID. LET ME BASK IN YOUR GLORY! Also how is Fred doing?

Fred shines on, to the best of my knowledge. :)

As for my glory, I wouldn’t lean too much weight on that right now if I were you. I’m slopping around in floppy pants and a Sherlock hoodie and my bangs keep getting in my eyes while I try to simultaneously organize a sale in the Ebooks Direct store and a new cover forThe Door Into Fire. I look like the worst-downtrodden kind of pixel-stained technopeasant at the moment.

But anyway, you’re very welcome! Pull up a loose stool (as one of my nursing instructors used to say) and make yourself at home. (And say hi to the cousins on the “Young Wizards” tag, they’re all over the place here.) :)

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I thought there was an appalling lack of appreciation for my main baes. Let me just bask in their glory as long as I can before Jason probably gets sent home on eviction night. (I don’t own the pictures but I made the collages on PicCollage. Please like/reblog if you like/use them, thanks!)