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Andromeda Ask Meme [SPOILERS]

Thirty Questions About Your Decisions

It’s been a month since the game has launched, and anyone who has finished playing has probably been itching to talk about it.  I know I have!  So let’s get into the real nitty gritty of the choices we made.  Drop a few numbers in my ask box, and reblog so your followers can ask you! (Due to the spoilery nature of the questions, 25 are behind a cut)

The Basics:
1. Male or Female Ryder?
2. Feelings on being the Pathfinder?
3. Your Pathfinder’s feelings on SAM?
4. When your comatose sibling asked about the current situation in Andromeda, did Ryder lie or tell the truth about Alec Ryder and Habitat 7? Why?
5. Romantic entanglements, if any, and hopes for a future with your partner?

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My dear lgbt+ kids, 

Never, never, never let anyone make you believe lgbt+ people don’t talk or think about being lgbt+. 

“Real gay people don’t talk about being gay all the time.”? Too often, that’s just an excuse to silence gay people - and the same applies to any similar comments about other parts of the lgbt+ community. 

It is true that fictional characters should not get reduced to their gender idenity or orientation, especially not to the point that they have no personality or story arc except for “here’s a gay, so the author can brag about diversity”. But twisting “Don’t reduce your gay character to a token gay*” into “Gay people don’t talk or think about being gay” sends a harmful message.  

You are many things: You are a family member, you’re your hobbies, you’re your interests and your passions, you’re a friend, you are your role at work or in school, you’re lgbt+. Nobody would ever say “Real brothers don’t talk about being a brother :/” or “I support artists but not those crazy artists who want to talk about their art with me”. If your bond with your sibling or your art are important parts of your life, of course you’ll think and talk about that. 

Of course there are people who have been friends with someone for 17 years and never once mentioned that they even have a brother - but saying that this is the default for siblings or even that this makes them a better or “realer” sibling would be ridiculous - so why would people say that about lgbt+ people? 

There’s no rule how much or how little you’re supposed to talk or think about being lgbt+. If you prefer to keep it to yourself, that’s a valid choice - but don’t let people try to guilt you for wanting to share your experiences, thoughts and feelings as a lgbt+ person. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

* A “token gay” character is a character that is solely introduced in a story for the sake of including a minority to create a impression of diversity but are otherwise irrelevant to the story and are excluded from the actual plot.

Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute
Beauty and the Beast Part Four (Loki x Reader)

Originally posted by maryxglz

Word Count: 910

Pairing: Loki x Reader

AN: You can read part one, part two and part three here

It had been a few days since your failed attempt at escaping, all wounds had been healed from that night in more ways than you’d thought. Ever since that night Loki had been treating you like a guest rather than a hostage, which you have gratefully appreciated. His attitude towards you was no longer harsh and unrefined. In fact, he’d actually become rather sweet and almost kind, something you’d never seen in him before.

He let you roam around the gigantic house as much as you pleased, including the magnificent garden outside. No longer did he lock you in your room, instead he gave you a sense of freedom even though you were still certainly not free. Loki still hadn’t informed you why you were so important in his plan and that did frustrate you. However you weren’t going to push your luck and anger him like the other night, you didn’t want to see the beast in him again. 

You were currently sitting across from the man eating breakfast, making small talk as you munched on your cereal. The tension between you both was still awkward but you both tried to have normal conversations. “Do you enjoy literature?” Loki asked as he gestured towards the books placed next to you on the table. The topic instantly made you smile as it was one of your greatest passions, making you eager to talk about it. “I adore it actually! My favourite is Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.”

Not seeming pleased with your answer Loki rolled his eyes. “Why does that not surprise me?” His tone was bored as he continued eating from his breakfast, leaving you offended by his words. And just when you thought he was becoming a nice guy!

Not being able to help yourself you further pushed, wanting to know what problem he had with your favourite choice of literature. “What are you talking about?” Looking up from his meal he let out a sigh giving you his full attention. “Oh all that heartache and pining.” He exclaimed as he shuddered dramatically to prove his point making you scoff at his overreaction. “There are so many better things to read.” Not believing his words you quickly became annoyed at his arrogance. What could possibly be so much better than Shakespeare? “Like what?”

“This is amazing!” You gasped, hands covering your mouth as you took in the scene around you. Loki brought you to his library that apparently you hadn’t discovered yet and to say it was huge was an understatement. There were two rooms with shelves covering all the walls, various books stacked from the floor to the ceiling. You were really living your nerdiest dreams right now.

Smiling at your reaction, the demigod unexpectedly took your hand in his own causing a chill to travel down your spine at his touch. Your cheeks darkened at his sweet action, why did he make you feel this way? “If you like it so much, then it’s yours.” His words caused your jaw to drop in shock, was he for real?! “Your kidding.” 

“I don’t joke.”

Sending him a cheeky smile you gently pushed your finger against his chest in a teasing manner whilst you rocked back and forth on your feet. “You should, I think you’d have a nice laugh.” Smirking in return he leaned in close enough so that your noses were almost touching, speaking in a deep voice that made you feel weak at the knees. “I don’t think you’ll ever hear it.”

Crossing your arms you raised your eyebrow at the man. “Is that a challenge?”

Loki knew where this was going, you were never one to back down from a challenge so he didn’t expect you to now. His assumptions were confirmed when you excitedly start blurting out the lines to some cheesy dad joke. “What do you call a man with no nose and no body?”

Face-palming at your childishness Loki let out a dramatic sigh. “This is stupid-” 

Cutting him off before he could complain any longer you rushed out the end of the joke. “Nobody nose.”

He tried to hide it by biting his lip but the demigod almost laughed at your terrible joke and you weren’t going to let him forget it. “Hey you almost laughed at that one!”

Feigning annoyance towards you Loki kept up his cold front. “Please stop these are terrible-” 

But of course you ignored him as you fired out another bad joke in attempts to make the god of mischief laugh. “What cheese can never be yours?”

“Please stop-”

“Nacho cheese.”

Then the most amazing thing happened, Loki Laufeyson actually laughed and it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard. Immediately a wide smile spread across your face as you listened to the sound, feeling accomplished for being the cause of it.“See I told you i’d get you to laugh!”

Still hunched over a little in laughter the demigod eventually got his words out.“I don’t even know what that meant it just sounded so stupid that I laughed.”

Feeling slightly offended by him calling your jokes stupid you slightly pushed his shoulder showing your annoyance. “Hey my jokes are not bad!”

Loki smiled as he looked down at you, gently reaching up to caress the side of your face. His actions made you feel all bubbly inside, as it did when he spoke in his deep voice.“What am I going to do with you Y/N?”

godaime-obito  asked:

How is your writing going? Is there a work in progress you've been enjoying working on more than the others?

^^’ Er, so. I may have been hit by a plot bunny in the middle of the night yesterday, and…this happened?

(For anyone who guesses the AU, you’re awesome. If not…it’ll be a surprise? :D)

The sound of the heavy doors all around the room unbolting is warning enough, and Orochimaru glances up from a bored study of his nails to smirk at the heavily armed men swarming around his cell.

“Can I take this to mean my request for lab time has been approved?” he asks lightly.

The main guard steps up to the door of the cell, almost touching the bars, and Orochimaru doesn’t let his eyes narrow, though he thinks about it. The little white-haired rat is only brave when he’s got a dozen other men behind him, after all, and Orochimaru’s not the type to take that well. He has standards.

“Why don’t you come down from there and we can talk about it?” Mizuki suggests, an edge of malice beneath the otherwise pleasant suggestion.

It’s not actually a choice at all. Orochimaru has long since discovered that he can either come down or they’ll come in and get him, and while the idea of how many of them he’d be able to kill if they do is appealing, he’s already had more of his creature comforts taken away than he cares for.

Still, he makes them wait as he very obviously considers the request, because even trapped in this maddening little cell, when he does things, it’s entirely because he wishes to. Slowly, deliberately, he unwinds himself from his precarious perch near the roof of the metal box, hooks a foot in the sheet he repurposed as an aerial perch, and drops down with an agile flip.

“Dare I hope that this will end in a civil discussion?” he asks, brushing his hair back and casting Mizuki a smirk that says he knows it won’t. “They couldn’t have sent a runt like you for anything else, could they?”

The expression on Mizuki’s face goes ugly, and he steps back, making a sharp gesture at the men around him. “Open the door. Restrain him.”

Well. Maybe Orochimaru will get to kill a few of them after all.

Not enough of them. Not nearly enough to make up for being trapped in here like some sort of wild animal, and Mizuki stays too far back for him to reach, but—

It’s a start. Anything’s a start.

The Arrangement - Part 2

Title:  The Arrangement

Character(s): Actor Tom

Chapter Number/One Shot: Part 2 of 3

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Angst

Summary: The arrangement between them had been working just fine until Quinn realized she wanted more.

Warnings: Some minor swearing

Author Note: The second part in The Arrangement. You can check out the first here. It’s been forever, I know. And I did have nearly all of this finished for some time now. But things just got in the way. There WILL be a third part coming, and I don’t mean in another 9 months from now lol.

Quinn smiled politely up at her date as they stood in line at her favourite cafe. Those kind brown eyes met hers and a sweet grin crossed his lips. He was handsome, with his dark brown hair longer on top and shorter on the sides. The leather jacket and motorcycle boots was a stark comparison of the caring man that had picked up her groceries when she ran smack dab into him outside the store. She liked the edge, though, especially the motorcycle he promised to take her out on one day.

Of course, that would mean their first date went smoothly, and it had only just started. But she hoped it went well, hoped that she would fall for those warm eyes like she had the startling blue pair she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about.

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anonymous asked:

Hello ! I want to request a prompt : Sana’s mother realize the boy her daughter like is Yousef. Thank you :)

Sana had just come home from school. Her day hadn’t been really good. To be honest, since Friday, none of her days were really good. Her mind was always wandering elsewhere, and when it wasn’t, she always seemed to witness or hear something offending, assumptions about her or looks she didn’t want to notice. Today, even her two hours of biology had been horrid. She was stressed out. Isak looked at her expectantly, probably waiting for some kind of answer to his quiet questions about Mikael. The thing was, she didn’t want to think about Mikael, because then she thought of Even, whom she didn’t want to betray. She wanted him to take his time, to take the decision of telling Isak about what had happened his own way. And then she thought of Yousef. Yousef… That’s where her mind wandered all day everyday. It was exhausting. Thinking about him, about her relation to Allah, about the aspects of her faith and his… Thinking about how she felt when she was around him, about his smile, and the way he moved around her, always keeping his distance to show he respected her.

She took off her shoes after entering the apartment, put down her bag and her jacket. Sana went straight to the kitchen, where her mother was sitting, reading a book.

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authenticaussie  asked:

Superheroess!!! (Do you know it was apparently superhero day the other day!? Im so disappointed that i missed it!!) Anyway ;u; - ‘Look, I really need a date to take to this superhero get-together, but I have no-one to ask…will you come with me?’ AU w/ a pairing of your choice? (Or mas if you don't want to pick //w\\) ((ALSO STEALTH DATING ?? MAKES ME WHEEZE SO MUCH?? YES I LOVE IT))

(NO I DID NOT KNOW OH MY WHY DIDNT SOMEONE TELL ME??? and yessss, stealth dating, it was going so well too, but then whitebeard ruined it!!!)

Marco doesn’t want to go to the gala. He honestly hates the gala, there’s always too many heroes talking about their great victories over EVIL and letting pretty girls hang off of them like they’re nothing more than decorations. It’s horrible and Marco can’t not go, not when he’s Phoenix, one of the most famous heroes in the world.

Most of the heroes that he had been friends with had all retired, age or wounds finally pulling them from their fights to quiet lives doing something else.

Which is why Marco hates going. He’s got no one to talk to and he spends far too much time ignoring the younger generation talking about him behind his back.

“You aren’t even listening!” Fire Storm shouts throwing his hands up in the air. “He’s not even listening Blue!”

“What,” Blue Gentleman asks looking betrayed. “But Phoenix, you always listen to us ranting.”

“I’m sorry,” Marco sighs. “I’m just tired.”

Fire Storm shakes his head, already bringing Marco down, “Are you okay?” He asks setting Marco in the rolling chair that usually holds a hostage, but Thatch was out of town and they never kidnapped Haruta. “Do, do you need us to beat someone up for being mean to you?”

“We can do that,” Blue Gentleman adds. “We like you.”

“I’m a superhero that beats you up.”

“Yeah, but you listen to us and you don’t just throw us in jail. It’s nice,” Blue shrugs. “You’re also kind of our friend. We can beat people up for you.”

Marco shakes his head, “It’s the gala. The last of my friends retired not too long ago and most of them heroes are horrible. There’s a few that aren’t so bad, but they’re also so in awe of me that it’s- it’s awkward. And I have to go.”

“Take a date!” Fire Storm shouts from where he’s taken over the small area that is used as a kitchen. “That would help right?”

“Who would I take? I don’t have anyone other than family and they’re all busy with their own lives. I can’t make them come with me.”

They exchange a look, one that’s hard to read with their masks covering their faces so thoroughly.

“You could take one of us?” Blue offers finally. “I mean, you’d have to swear not to bother us in our normal lives, but one of us could free up the time to go to your gala?”

“You, you’re kidding aren’t you?”

“Nah, we like you best. If you need to take someone to your stupid important gala then one of us can go to your stupid important gala.”

Marco blinks between them, studying them both in confusion before sighing, “I don’t want to break you two up, you’re a matched pair.”

Fire Storm laughs, “You have some weird ideas about us, bird boy,” He slides his mask up off his face. “The name is Ace. I’m a firefighter.”

“Sabo,” Blue says grinning. “I work at the newspaper downtown.”

“Marco Newgate,” Marco says because there is such thing as being fair and they had told him who they were. “I’m a paper pusher at Newgate Industries.”

“Pay up, I told you he had to be a Newgate,” Ace states holding a hand out to Sabo. “You worry about the old man too much.”

so ig you’re not talking to me again, which means you must’ve made up your mind cause i know i’ve made up mine. i’m tired of being your second, if-it-doesn’t-work-out choice. i’m tired of waiting for your replies and making up reasonable excuses in my head for why i don’t receive one. i’m done trying not to think about you during the days, and losing sleep when i can’t escape the thought of you at night. you planted seeds in my soul, let the flowers grow in the cracks of my bones, then stopped watering them, stopped caring.
—  well they’re dead now, so fuck you.

Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, 

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warnings: Smut (not overly grapic but it is there), oral female receiving, grace kink, Cas got his wings back buuuut he needs to work on his landings, pissed off reader, annoying Winchesters (I think that is it)

Word count: 1300ish

A/N: I wrote this for  @bloodysideofhells 1 week writing challenge. Today was lust and the prompt was  “I want you to taste how wet you make me.” 

Also this was the first time I have ever written smut for Cas so bare with me - I am sure it won’t be the last time though ;) 

“Y/N I am really sorry…”

“Don’t!” You kicked open the door to the bunker and made your way down the stairs.

“What the hell?” Dean starred at the two of you in disbelief just as Sam walked in from the kitchen, “I thought the two of you were gone for the weeke… what happened?”

The brothers took in the sight of their drenched friends as the two of you made your way down stairs.

“Turns out that even though Cas got some of his powers back his aim is a little off!” you snapped and the brothers quickly looked too Cas who hung his head, “well you wanted to go to Paris…”

“Not to go swimming in the freaking Seine Cas!!” you snapped at him and Cas quickly looked back at his feet just as Dean let out a heartfelt laugh.

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Imagine Jax calling you to say goodbye. You being the V.P. of Mayans and having a strong connection with Jax Teller. President of SAMCRO. 

Originally posted by hunnamsource


“I need to see you.”


“Our spot.”

You sighed, glancing away to the street, “When?”



The relationship between you and Jax Teller was complicated and far from a normal one. You’ve never know what this really was: you only knew that when he called, you came and vice versa.

You and Jax crossed the line when both of you decided it would be fun to get drunk and fuck the enemy. Since decades SAMCRO and Mayans have been enemies, until a truce between Clay and your father was made.

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Payback’s a bitch

Requested by: @finding-doris ^-^
Prompt: #16  “I think it’s their diary.” (Reid x Reader)

Originally posted by toyboxboy

‘Guys!’ Garcia singsonged as she was walking out of your bedroom, her expression filled with mischief. ‘Look what I found. I think it’s (Y/n)’s diary!’

‘Yes! Now I’ll finally know whether or not she cheated in that game of cards at your house,’ Morgan exclaimed, happy to be about to find the answer. He had been salty ever since he lost those $200 dollars against you at Garcia’s.

‘Come on, Morgan, Garcia… We shouldn’t be snooping around. Hotch only sent us here to get (Y/n)’s stuff,’ Reid tried to regain their attention, but his words were ignored by his two companions.

Truth be told, you were in a hospital bed, still coming out of the anaesthesia after the doctors said surgery was the only way to get the bullet out of your abdomen. It wasn’t a life-threatening wound, but you needed to remain in observation for a couple of days after the procedure.

Your boss had asked Reid and Garcia to go and pick up a few of your things at home since they were the closest to you in the team, but they had seemed so nervous back in the waiting room that Morgan offered to drive them to your apartment. Which led to the current situation.

‘Morgan! Are you really going to read her private thoughts? And Garcia, why would you grab it in the first place?’ Reid went the guilt-inducing route to see if it got them to refocus on the task at hand.

It didn’t.

‘Look! Here’s the entry about that party at my house! Let’s see…,’ as Garcia was reading it, her eyes got bigger and bigger. ‘My, oh, my!’

‘What? Does she admit to it?’ Morgan asked and took the little book from her hands before she had time to answer. ‘Oookay, I was not expecting that! Although now I need to ask her how the hell she won that money from me.’

‘Morgan, you were drunk. Even Henry would’ve won against you that night,’ Reid said, still collecting your toiletries from the bathroom and ignoring their snickers. ‘What’s so funny?’ he asked when he came out, holding your toothbrush along with some other things.

‘Should we tell him?’ Garcia turned towards Morgan as if the genius weren’t in the room.

‘He should read it himself…,’ he trailed off.

‘I’m not going to invade my co-worker and friend’s privacy like that,’ Reid repeated his previous argument.

‘…if he wants to know about that dream she had of him and that purple tie he wore to the party,’ the smirk was pretty evident, even if Reid was not even facing them.

So obvious in fact, that he dropped the toothbrush on the carpeted floor of your living room.

‘What’s the matter, Pretty Boy? Cat’s got your tongue?’ Morgan asked him and patted him on the shoulder once he picked the object up before tossing it in your kitchen bin.

‘N-no,’ he cleared his throat. ‘Not at all. Let’s, um, let’s hurry up and go back. (Y/n) must be awake now,’ he said in a more steady voice.

Both Morgan and Garcia grabbed your spare go-bag and put the toiletries -minus the fallen toothbrush- and made their way outside while Reid lingered behind. His stare was so intense, it could’ve burnt a hole in the cover of your diary.

No, I will not betray her trust like that, he thought. For all I know, it could be a trap set by those two.

He left and got in the car, happy with his choice and with the fact that neither of his colleagues mentioned it again… until three weeks afterwards.

The team had gathered at your house for dinner since you were re-joining them at work the next day, as per the doctor’s permission. It was all going smoothly. You were laughing on the couch and leaning into JJ for support, until Morgan’s voice boomed from the kitchen. He was grabbing a few extra beers from the fridge and his back was to the archway that led into the living room where you all were.

‘Hey, (Y/L/N), is my purple shirt going to be featured in that diary of yours or is it all about Reid’s ties?’

Reid blushed and lowered his eyes, which had been previously focused on you and were now looking at JJ’s feet, while you grabbed the small cushion which you had for your back. Once Morgan turned with that commercial-worthy smile of his, the cushion collided with his face, and he almost dropped the bottles he was carrying. Everyone laughed at the little scream he let out.

‘Mother- What the hell? Why did that hurt so much?’ he asked, dropping the beers on the coffee table and coming back to retrieve your weapon of choice. Upon closer inspection, he found a similar book to the one he had read with Garcia. ‘Really? You put your diary in there?’

‘That’s actually my previous one. Since you seem to like reading things which are none of your concern, I thought I would share the one where I talk -extensively, may I add- about your horrible fashion sense,’ you said smugly, ignoring what he said earlier about Reid’s ties.

‘Excuse me? I happen to have a great sense of style,’ he defended himself. Then, everyone was commenting on his clothes as he turned around for them to see his point, and Garcia started talking like Heidi Klum on Project Runway.

‘Hey, genius,’ you said in a low voice, and Reid met your gaze, his cheeks kind of red still. ‘It wasn’t that sort of dream, don’t worry. I just wrote that purple suits you,’ you smiled at him.

He smiled back, shyly, and refocused on Morgan’s runway walk, followed by Rossi’s and Garcia’s attempts.

It had been a rather… juicy dream, as Garcia would call it, but the diary with those details was locked in your bedside drawer, away from prying eyes.

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When clear skinned people talk about accutane

here’s the thing. being clear skinned doesn’t really give you the right to judge an individual on their choices in acne treatments. it’s not you, its not your skin, so just let it be. My best friend always says to me “why are you doing this to yourself, why do you insist on putting  your body through this torture, with all these side effects that are putting you through even more pain?" 

and I simply say: because its worth every second of the pain for the result you get. because not only does it take away the physical symptoms of your acne, but it builds up your confidence, self-esteem and general opinion of yourself. this stuff practically changes your life. 

you’re no longer afraid to wake up and look in the mirror. people compliment you on your beautiful skin and you start to feel comfortable in it. 

people don’t see your acne, they see you, for who you are, and the relief of not having to hide anymore brings the biggest smile to your face. 

we don’t make this choice lightly, its not something a doctor would prescribe unless they thought we needed it, so how about you keep your close-minded opinions to yourself? thanks. 

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Luna and Ginny dancing for the first time at the Yule Ball.

  • Luna is dancing by herself 
  • she’s still having fun tho bc she’s Luna
  • Ginny sees her and calls her over to her
  • “Oh hello Ginny…good choice in color for your dress robes. Turquoise repels nargles, you know”
  • Ginny just plays along bc how can she not
  • “Yes, that’s why I wore it! I couldn’t let the nargles interrupt when I’m talking to my favorite girl, now could I?”
  • Luna smiles dreamily at Ginny
  • “So, how about you teach me that dance you were doing before”
  • “Oh! Okay!”
  • Luna grabs Ginny’s hand and goes through each motion with her
  • Ginny can’t keep the grin off her face
  • They stay at the ball dancing all night until McGonagall sends them back to their dorms 
Who’s the Hot Blond? Part II

Originally posted by clarasdoctahs

Word Count:  1,761

Warnings:  Getting shot with a tranquilizer, broken ankle

Author’s Note:  Here’s part 2! Alex is trying her best to make a plot happen. Enjoy! Feedback is both welcome and encouraged!

More parts can be found here

We’re on approach, stand by,” Ethan’s voice came through your earwig in static.

You sniffed and reread your script one last time.

“You alright?” Benji asked, glancing up at you from his screen adjacent yours.

“Yeah, Dom was happy, so I’m happy,” you said with a shrug. Truth be told you were more worried about the heat tying your tongue than anything else. Wiping a rivulet of sweat from the crease under your jaw, you waited for your que.

“They’re knocking now,” Benji muttered seconds before you heard three dull thuds over the earwig.

The fuck do you want?” a man’s voice snapped in Thai.

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Cute riddlebat junk

  • Riddler always askin’ Batman to beat up people for him and Batman always bein’ like “no that’s wrong.” But then goes and head butts a dude because they mocked his boyfriend’s sense of style.
  • Bruce literally having to punch a wall because a gossip magazine ship Ed and Jon together and everyone at this fancy party is talking about it and like– noooooooooo? That’s my boyfriend. Stop.
  • Eddie constantly making bad choices and Bruce just gripping them by the shoulders like “Edward, sweet nerd of my life, stop.”
  • Reform Eddie running low on energy at a party but people keep talking to him anyways and its getting to him but Bruce notices and tries to redirect the limelight on something else
  • Bruce doesn’t snapchat much but he keeps sceenshots of everything Ed sends him
  • Sparring that always ends badly for Ed. Bruce will try to let Ed win but it’s never believable and it’s just– why you do this to yourself Eddie??
Desire - Baekhyun Part 2/2

Originally posted by osehu

Part 1

Warnings: Borderline Smut. 


It’s been two weeks since the incident at the library with Professor Byun. I had told Eun Chae what happened immediately afterwards. She was more hyped than I was, or so it seemed.

I had accepted the fact that Professor Byun made me feel things, since the first day at the library. That was no secret since he knows he affects me anyway, and I can just tell he loves it, but I have already told myself that I wouldn’t give into him… I know what he is like, and I refuse to be like the rest of the girls from before. Either way, I need to focus on my work anyway, that is what’s most important. This feeling I have right now will fade soon enough.

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Best Friends?

In which Harry stood Y/N up to go to a dinner with Kendall while Y/N is hopelessly in love with him.



I should’ve told him. I should’ve told him the second I realized it, cause now these three little words are eating me alive, tearing and devastating my soul.
Sitting in a bar and drinking alone it’s something I rarely do, but tonight is a special occasion.
He stood me up, he fucking stood me up and lied to me about it. He said he can’t meet me for movies night like we always have cause he had really important arrangements to do, and I believed him cause like any decent person I trust my best friend for three years now.
But I was a fool to believe him, cause an hour later there were pictures of them everywhere, Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner , like a fucking royalty couple.

“Gimme another one” I said to the bartender,

“Wanna talk ‘bout it?” He asked trying to be nice but I was seriously tired to talk and think.

“Not really”.

I want him to be happy, I wanted him to be the happiest person on earth, but he doesn’t love her and I know that, he’s just been on and off with her for a long time now.

Harry Styles is a disease which I can’t find it’s cure.

He really thought I’m that stupid? He really thought I wouldn’t find out?
Just as those words were floating in my mind I felt a vibration in my pocket.

I took out my phone to see a message from the one and only

From: my baby Harold

Can I call you?

I ignored that. I was tired to be a second choice.
I was everyone’s second choice, but it hurt the most to be his.

I looked at the message for what felt like hours to me but was only a few minutes.

“sure you don’t wanna talk ‘bout it?” The bartender asked again.

“I don’t do that, I don’t share my problems” I said before adding “but you know what usually I don’t come to drink alone as well, so what the hell” and then I stared rumbling about Harry.
From the very start of how we met when he saw we both had the same brown leather journal so he thought we were meant to be friends, to the later days when I fall for prince charming also known as Harry Styles.

“You know there’s a big chance he’s feeling like you”

“I’m not taking a chance, I can’t destroy our friendship. I know I should’ve told it at the beginning, it’s too late now.” I shock my head.

“Sorry to tell you but it will be destroyed sooner or later” the bartender said and I decided to ignore his words.

After a while, the alcohol didn’t help even a bit to get those thoughts out of my mind so I just went back to my apartment.

I walked around the apartment, the thoughts of them touching, flirting, kissing hunts me, so, I took a bottle of wine hoping that maybe now the alcohol will help me.

My phone, now lying on the couch, vibrated again.

From: my baby Harold

Y\N please

He was so naive, so naive to think I’m going to forgive him about it, he fucking lied to me, the one person I trusted lied to me.
He knew it, he knew how hard it was for me to open up to someone, to share my feelings, my deepest secrets, to give 100% of myself to someone, but with him I did it, he was that someone I gave 100% of myself to.

Then another message was sent

From: my baby Harold

I promise I will explain everything just answer me.

And than he called, not once, not twice, but twelve times, and I couldn’t bring myself to answer him even if I wanted to.

I took another big sip from the bottle.
I lied on the couch looking at my ceiling, I’m tired of thinking, I’m so fucking tired.
I closed my eyes, letting on tear drop from my eye before wiping it.

At that very moment I heard knocks on my door, placing the bottle on the table and moving to a sitting position debating on whether I should open the door or not.

“Open the door Y\N” I heard the deep raspy voice and I was too tired to protest.

So I open the door, and the moment he saw me he wrapped his arms around me, but I didn’t hugged him back, and I didn’t dare to look at my favorite eyes in the whole world.

“You had me worried sick” he whispered in my neck.

“I’m sorry” he said. I pushed him away and closed the door, turning my back towards him.

“I’m sorry..” I laughed, “I’m fucking sorry” I shacked my head with disbelief, “that’s all you have to say for me?” I turned to face him.

“I-” he started but i didn’t let him speak.

“You’re unbelievable Harry! Just unbelievable!” I raised my voice.


“You choose her over me and lie to me about it? Seriously Harry? At least have the balls to say it in my face!” I took the wine bottle and sipped from it again.

“And you know Harry maybe I was born to be a second choice” my hand tagging on my hair harshly while I talk with a angry yet disappointed voice.

“You’re aren’t my-”

“If I’m not then why you went with her? Why you lied to me about it? Why you make me so damn confused?” I nearly shouted, looking at anything but him cause I knew that the moment I look at him I’ll fall apart.

“Making you confused?” He asked so innocently.

“Yes Harry, making me confused, cause sometimes, sometimes you look at me with those emerald eyes and maybe for a second I think that you want me to say those three words, those three words you know I feel but can’t say cause it will destroy our friendship, those three words that I’m fighting so hard-”

“So stop fighting” suddenly I felt him closer, his hands cupping my cheeks, and that was the first time I looked at his eyes from the second he went through the door, and he looked at me, he looked at me the way I described just three seconds ago.

“Wha-” I started, but I was cut with his pink puffy lips on my owns.

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