let's them believe

do you know in the darkest hour part 2 when lancelot and merlin went back to the knights and arthur but lancelot walked in first solely to give arthur a panic attack that merlin was dead, only to have merlin walked up five seconds later?? what assholes. what honest to god jerks. i love it. they literally planned that out. they stood outside that ruined castle, about to walk in together, but then one of them was like “wait wait wait, hang on. dude. i got an idea. everyone will go crazy.” and i am willing to bet all the money i have on this earth that it was lancelot’s idea

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well damn wonho, show kihyun what you really got 

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💜 meet me behind the auditorium 💜

klance modern highschool AU! Keith is a punk kid who got kicked out of his last school for fighting; he acts tough, but actually has a heart of gold. Lance is an over-the-top theatre kid who acts cocky and self-confident but is actually full of hang-ups. Most people think they hate eachother, but they’ve been hooking up in secret for months (Pidge and Hunk both know, but let them believe they’re being sly about it). Neither of them want to admit to having feelings for the other, but when Lance stops having time for Keith because he’s always rehearsing for the end-of-year play with their beautiful upperclassmen (Allura) things start needing to be said~!!!

I can’t even remember the last time I drew something from start to finish by hand, but here we are! I thought about busting out the white paint and editing things~ but I’d like to believe that I’ll have a tablet again soon and be able to color and edit this properly then. still, I hope you all enjoy it all the same for now!

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(✿◠‿◠) (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

ok i don’t even know where this idea came from but i’ve now held it for long enough that it’s acquired official headcanon status so here we go

  • let’s talk about ronan driving up to visit adam in college for halloween, but adam had already been invited to this party by someone in his dorm, so they decide to go together and start throwing around increasingly ridiculous ~couple costume ideas 
  • at one point ronan suggests – mostly to be a little shit – that adam should go as poison ivy, because of his connection with cabeswater/sentient plants and his love of all things science
  • at first adam is skeptical but then he’s like “if i go along with this do i get to pick your costume” and ronan’s like “sure no problem” 
  • and he’s so damn smug already because this is a couple costume after all, so obviously if adam’s poison ivy, ronan gets to be the freaking batman, moodiest and coolest and most-black-wearing of superheroes, right??
  • wrong, because that’s when adam just gives him this honestly borderline evil smile and says harley quinn
  • and that’s the story of how – some makeup, two temporary hair dyes, and a lot of dreaming later – adam and ronan rock up to the halloween party as this badass gay villainess couple
  • ronan, being his gd extra self, has actually dreamt the purple lamborghini from the suicide squad movie because screw the joker this car is too good for that fuckboy, so everyone is already staring at them before they even properly walk in
  • adam is wrapped in what is basically a (rather revealing) plant catsuit (“bro, are those real vines???” “shut up todd you’re stoned” “no but chad i swear those leaves moved” “yeah ok you’re super high right now”), wearing green eyeliner, green lipstick and his coolest magician look
  • ronan is wearing honest-to-god hot pants (”listen parrish this is too much” “oh, right, like this vegetable suit you dreamt me covers my modesty so well??” “i don’t know what you’re talking about” “i’m sure. now put on the shorts, lynch”) with the obligatory tank top and letterman jacket, red and blue eyeshadow, smudged lipstick, and a fucking baseball bat 
  • (it’s maybe just possible that his bared midriff and the careless way the baseball bat is slung over his shoulders are doing things to adam)
  • (it’s also maybe just possible that when one of the vines from adam’s costume possessively wraps around his waist, that does things to ronan, too)
  • long story short, that is how adam and ronan win the costume contest while managing to make everyone at the party irrationally aroused 
  • but possibly one of the highlights of the night is when somehow a picture gets posted on the facebook page of the event and within five minutes ten increasingly agitated/enthusiastic comments appear
  • spoiler alert they’re all from gansey

Why is Draco a sex symbol? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love me some sex on legs Draco Malfoy, but in the books he’s described to be all lanky and pointy. Like, gimme some awkward, nerdy Draco Malfoy with glasses (but only when he’s reading in bed at night or just before exams when he’s too stressed to care bc Malfoys do not need glasses, Potter). Gimme some Draco Malfoy who took violin lessons growing up and fell completely in love with it and had to put silencing charms around his bed so the other Slytherins couldn’t hear him playing (they all thought he had a girl in there with him and he let them believe that bc he had a reputation). Gimme Draco Malfoy who did not fall asleep in History of Magic, but instead did extracurricular educational work (that he most certainly did NOT steal from the Restricted Section, shut up Potter) because he already learned about the Goblin Wars from his private tutor when he was young. Gimme Draco Malfoy who really wanted to ask Potter out in 8th Year but Potter was so social and carefree all the time and Draco just wanted to curl up with “A History of German Potions and their Uses in Modern Mind Magic” with Potter curled up to him, and so Draco couldn’t ask him out because why would the Boy Who Lived want to curl up in the Common Room with a nerd like Draco Malfoy? Gimme Draco Malfoy the complete dork who researched the magic behind Dark Marks when he was scared and lonely at Malfoy Manor hosting the Dark Lord and, in 8th Year, was not able to remove his, but he found he could recreate similar magic so that when he touched it, the skull put on glasses. Gimme Draco Malfoy who finally built up the nerve to approach Potter, but got so nervous after saying, “Hello, Potter,” that he forgot everything he had rehearsed and ended up saying, “That cloud looks like a penis,” instead of a conversation starter like he planned. Gimme Draco Malfoy being completely shocked by what just came out of his mouth and shocked when Potter actually laughs a genuine (and beautiful) laugh and responds with a casual, “I could use yours to compare, if you wanted,” and Draco doesn’t think he’s blushed so hard in his life. Gimme Draco Malfoy going on a date with Harry wearing a button down and a sweater with sweater paws (shut up, Blaise, I look cute) and being so nervous he keeps pulling on his sweater and Harry just thinks he’s so adorable he can’t stop giving him little tiny kisses and Draco absolutely loves it. Just gimme nerdy, virgin Draco and I’m set for life honestly.

oopsnocturnal  asked:

hi! i'd love to hear what you think would have happened if wyldon hadn't let keladry stay after her first year!! love your writing :^)

“Mindelan, it may be that the best thing said of my tenure is that you were my student. Should that be the case, I am the wrong man for this post. I did all I could to get rid of you. Your probation was wrong. You know that, I know it. I was harder on you than any lad. Thank Mithros I remembered my honor and let you stay when you met the conditions—but it was a near thing. Next time, I might not heed the voice of honor.”

– Wyldon of Cavall (Squire)

Kel sat and thought about it all through the long summer– thought about joining the Riders when she turned sixteen, or going back to the Yamani Isles with her parents, or running away to become an unlawful bandit hunter. 

She drank tea with her mother and accepted her quiet sympathy. She wondered what was going to happen to Peachblossom. She did her morning glaive practice dances in the heady air of the tiny courtyard garden of her parents’ townhouse, where the cook grew herbs and spices in big overflowing boxes.

Summer rolled on. She sat, and she thought, and she did not tell her thoughts to anyone. On the first day of what would have been her second year of page training, she woke before the sun and had a quiet breakfast with her father, and then she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace grounds.

When the pages trailed out of the building to the practice yards with dubious enthusiasm, she was waiting just outside their ground. Her chin was high, her shoulders loose while her hands gripped her weighted staff.

“Probationer,” Wyldon barked out her, when one of the boys went to fetch him. “Was I unclear in the spring?”

Kel stared him down, fingers white on her staff, and said, “I’m not a probationer anymore.”

“She’s a private citizen, just enjoying the fresh air,” Neal called from the other side of the practice yard fence. He got armor cleaning punishment for a week for his cheek and Kel lifted and lowered and struck with her staff to the call of the masters. Her staff hit thin air. The clack of the pages’ staves colliding hit her ears.

“That’s palace property,” Wyldon said ten minutes in, and plucked the staff out of her grip, so Kel followed the lesson with empty hands and brought her mother’s spare walking stick the next day.

They started calling her trespasser, after that, and Kel stood calm on the public grounds just on the other side of the practice yard fence, practicing her high blocks.

While the pages had riding practice, she sat in the dirt outside the riding yard and did the homework Neal smuggled out for her. He handed the finished assignments in for her, too, even though only Myles and the one Mithran priest who had never learned anyone’s names graded them. She took notes on what riding exercises the masters were assigning the pages and watched Neal where he sat on Peachblossom’s back like a sack of mulish peanuts.

“When I heard you weren’t t’ be coming back,” Stefan the hostler told her. “I wasn’t sure what would happen to the old lad.”

“Me, either,” said Kel, looking down at her math and trying to keep her face smooth and still.

When the pages went in for their seated classes, Stefan let her take out Peachblossom to try to exercises herself. Days the gelding was too tired, he found other mounts for her and Kel learned all their names– gentle Aubrey and fastidious Starfall and distractible, clever Redding and poor anxious Terence, who almost threw her more than once. “He comes by the fidgets honest,” Stefan told her and Kel brought extra apples for Terence when she could.

She still took on Lalasa when Gower found her feeding the sparrows in the courtyard beside her old rooms and asked her. Her parents’ townhouse had the funds to hire another maid, though Kel didn’t need or want a personal servant.

Lalasa pinched Kel’s torn clothes from her room all the same and returned them better hemmed and beautifully mended. Kel barely saw her, though she tried to leave a coin from her allowance on the piles of clothes she thought the young woman was most likely to steal away next.

She didn’t ask for the help and she told herself she didn’t want it, but she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace grounds every day with her weighted harness weighing on her shoulders.

She stood just outside the low fence of the practice yards and ignored Joren’s comments and Zahir’s sneers and the rebukes of the swordfighting teachers– distraction, they said. Lump, waste, failure.

The sun beat down on her aching shoulders and she thought I could stand here forever, thought you are just noise and wind, I am a mountain. I will be here long after you cease howling.

Neal landed blows on Joren’s fingers, apologizing blandly to the masters for his clumsinesses, because Kel had ordered him to get in no fights for her honor. The sun beat down on the careful stitches of Kel’s cotton shirt, which fit as perfectly as Lalasa could manage from a shy distance.

She told herself she didn’t want the help, didn’t need it. Her harness weighed down her shoulders, her makeshift staff weighed down her arms, but the cotton laid light and kind on her back.

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Synopsis: Stolen from Earth when you were only a teenager, what is left of your life consists of training to become an obedient pleasure slave on Sakaar… that is, until the Grandmaster, your slave driver, decides to gift you to King Loki, who seeks to visit to observe one of the Grandmaster’s infamous gladiator fights. Now, you belong to him, obliged to fulfil his every need. A truly tempting opportunity, is it not? After all—who is the God of Mischief to miss out on all the fun that comes with being king of Asgard?

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/1 (Oneshot)
Words: 6725
Warnings: (sexual)
submission, kidnapping, (sexual) slavery, imprisonment, mentions of abuse, dub-con, smut

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anonymous asked:

MYSTERY GIRL MYSTERY GIRL MYSTERY GIRL!!!!

hello 911 i’d like to report that i’m being personall y targeted by a cartoon,,,

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Sormik week day 6! Woohoo! I’m back.
No baby Sormiks this time, but have all the more fluff. This one is for @amarietie/ @tmariea for Storms in Our Blood. Today’s theme is “Lastonbell—Promises/Acceptance”, and although this scene indeed takes place in Elysia and has nothing to do with the Lastonbell promise, I figured the prompt was as good as any to do a marriage proposal.
I… I went over the top with the cheesiness, didn’t I? *hides*
The layers have fancy names to distract from the ridiculous romance going on here. Like “background panels”, background background”, “fucking rain”, “fucking lightning”, “rainy bits” and “rainy muchs”.

Anyway, I’m sorry this is so rushed, but I hope it gets the idea across just fine! I really really hope you like it, Mari! :,)
This is my little thanks for your kind words and deeds for me, and for your Earth Armatus Rose occasionally saving my ass in ToLink, hoho. HAPPY SEVERAL MONTHS LATE BIRTHDAY OR SOMETHING

For everyone else: go read the story, it includes more artistic use of seraphic artes, and more kisses in the rain, if that doesn’t convince you I don’t know what to tell you

MBTI types when they're with someone they hate/dislike
  • ESFP: They sense the whole room's vibe go down. Being the fun loving people they are, they ignore the person giving bad vibes and try to get the mood up by suggesting a game, challenge, etc. They hate to dwell on the negative
  • ISFP: They distance themselves as physically possible from the person and look for comfort from friends. Like the ESFP they don't like to dwell on the negative and prefer to look on to their close friends to bring up their spirits
  • ESTP: Tries to avoid the person but is tempted to do a prank or joke on them for fun. They obviously don't mean physical harm, but just a fun opportunity for them
  • ISTP: Has their "introvert mode on" at max. They are very snappy if the person talks to them and doesn't really consider their feelings when replying. They prefer to escape the situation to save their sanity
  • ESFJ: Being the kind hearted soul they are, they try to treat them like any other person. However whether they like it or not, they low-key give passive aggressive comments disguised with a "caring and happy" expression
  • ISFJ: Much like ESFJ except less noticeably passive aggressive. They actually may trick the person into thinking they're okay with them, but then ISFJ blows up to their close friends when they leave
  • ESTJ: Tries not to let their personal dislike to the person get to them, but it low-key does. They are more picky, impatient and dry when watching the person do something. Constant questioning them why they did what they did and how they SHOULD'VE done it. Actually they'll probably kick them out for being "irritating" or "slowing others down"
  • ISTJ: Pretty low-key about their distaste for the person. They silently criticize and judge what the person does but doesn't let them know. They believe heavily in karma and they are most likely to wait for the opportunity to screw with them at the right time
  • ENFP: Their happy-go-lucky mood is instantly dropped. They wish to not confront or come in contact with the person and may hide within their friends. They will try to keep up their normal behaviour but those close to them will notice their change in mood.
  • INFP: They may physically act very uncomfortable but will try and keep it together. They may be silent, almost as if they were daydreaming or trying to get their mind on to something else. As natural kind-hearted people, they wouldn't want to do anything to that person and will try to be civil with the person if confronted.
  • ENTP: They'd probably to just ignore that person's existence. They believe they don't need that kind of person near them and will do everything they can to just shut them away from their line of sight. Out of sight, out of mind.
  • INTP: you can tell by their unfiltered facial expressions they don't agree with that person being there. Depending on the level of hatred, they will either try to low-key troll them or just full on ignore them. They don't have much empathy left for that person so whatever they do, they won't regret.
  • ENFJ: Truthly ENFJs can be very vicious and might want to get back at the person. Of course they'd adhere to social rules and somehow turn the situation on to the person. It's easy for ENFJ to manipulate and sweet talk others into their side.
  • INFJ: More uncomfortable than usual around that particular person. They may want to immediately escape to be alone and calm down their thoughts. Then later go on a long rant to their friends about all the "stupid and dumb" things that person did and how it relates to them being a bad person
  • ENTJ: even with their scary reputation, they are probably more likely than ESTJ to avoid prejudice. They definitely will be a lot pickier and impatient, but will evaluate the person's actions and work objectively. Obviously they will be very high-key frustrated but will overall try to not let it get the best of them
  • INTJ: They will either go full "annoying nerd" mode or "don't breathe the same air as me" mode. They will continuously try to correct the person, trying to make them feel stupid or get annoyed by jusy their presence. They may not try to come after them but it will be clear when they would wish that person wasn't there.