Summer: Wow, it’s really coming down. Hope the Inn isn’t too far from here.

Qrow: Yeah, i’m freezing myah…ah–AAAHCHOO! -shivers- …my ass off.

Summer: Hey! Don’t catch a cold! Raven will kick MY ass all over Vale if we show up to meet them and you’re sick! You just had to leave your coat back in the dorm room!

Qrow: It’s too much added weight! I travel light! -watches Summer glare at him and sniffs- Well, what do you propose? I don’t assume you have another cloak hidden in there somewhere? -scans Summer sarcastically-

Summer: -shoves him and pouts-…No, but…-pulls her hood down- you can get smaller. Come on. -pats her shoulder-

Qrow: What? You sure you want me to–

Summer: -pats again- We don’t have all day, bird boy. -smirks- Get your tail feathers up here so that I can put my hood back up.

Qrow: -smirks back and plants a quick kiss on her cheek- You’re the best, Short-Stack. -changes form and lands on her shoulder without haste-

Summer: -throws her hood back up- Alright, lets keep moving before it gets any worse out here.

Crow Qrow is so fun to draw interacting with Summer.

Like the stupid teenager he is, Qrow is too cool for things like ‘a jacket’. When it rains on a mission or on campus, he usually either sucks it up, or if he’s lucky and Summer is around, snuggles up under her hood in his avian form.


The latest example of ridiculously fragile masculinity is skin care bottles that are not allowed to have color if you’re a man

This week, a Richmond, Virginia rapper who goes by Litty Kitty — and whose Twitter tagline is “Beyoncé said pretty hurts, so I’m always in pain” — took to the social media site to wittily shed light on that glaring fact. 

Gifs: Litty Kitty


a summary of criminal minds

gideon: *is haunted by his past*

rossi: *vague, inspiring quote*

garcia: (on speakerphone with morgan and like the president) spank me you statuesque god of chocolate thunder

jj: *is a glowing, beautiful ray of light*

hotch: (glaring) wheels up in 30

reid: actually, *super smart thing that nobody cares about*

morgan: *is in danger, is probably also talking to garcia* 

emily: (holding eight guns) fuck wit me

a collection of notes about what i’d do if i made an aristotle and dante movie adaptation bc i want to make one so bad:

  • Basically all of the semblance of my cinematic inspiration comes from Wes Anderson and shit so bear with me lolI 
  • just, in my mind for the car crash 
  • I would love to film it in a series of short scenes and shots without clear view of the face
  • Most of the focus would be on the bird and the glare of light from the rain etc
  • And the scenes would be so fast the audience would almost have trouble processing what was happening 
  • After the hit, the soundtrack would go silent and it would cut immediately to a wide above view shot of ari in the hospital bed
  • When filming it, I would want to go for Ari’s feeling of seperation and isolation
  • So all the shots would be like normal busts but just TOO wide
  • Like there’s extra space separation him from everyone else
  • Especially dante
  • Since during that time they have the period of emotional and physical separation 
  • AND!!!It would be completely the opposite with dante
  • The shots of him in the hospital would feel crowded and intimate
  • Think the middle ground between a close-up and a bust shot 
  • So like part of the body is cut out bc its so close but not too close u can see the actor’s breath lmao
  • I think Dante would feel overwhelmed and broken after being beat up by those boys
  • So ari crowding over him in concern would be shown in the angles and closeness of the camera
  • And the final chapter
  • OH the final chapter
  • Man oh man
  • It would be quiet
  • really really quiet
  • Not so quiet that the audience wouldn’t be able the hear
  • But I would make sure the actor’s would be subtle in their acting and gestures so everything would be soft and meaningful
  • Especially when Dante finally gets upset
  • It would disturb the awkward silence and shake the scene
  • Propelling the narrative and music to a brighter strong tone
  • And the audio would get louder until ari says his confession, in which it’ll reach a crescendo of emotions, to quiet realization
  • in general: Outside shots would be unbearably wide to make ari feel small
  • And the themes of isolation and crowdedness would probs pop up a lot in the cinematography and the lights would be very washed and there would be minimal makeup to make the characters seem more real and  the music would be very soft, almost like the movie carol also lots of rock ballads and 80′s tunes

bonus: what little i wrote of a screenplay for the final chapter 

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run all the lights

(this is a direct continuation of the street racers AU ficlet! it was meant to be another small ficlet and then it…grew…so I’ll stick it on AO3 as its own story tomorrow. but it was a tumblr ficlet FIRST and so it shall remain.)


Damen can barely see the world as anything but blurred, tunnel-vision shapes by the time his car screams across the finish line, half a length–if that–ahead of Laurent’s. As he lowers his foot onto the brake, as he pulls around in a half-circle to park, as he climbs out of the car in front of a crowd falling quiet with anticipation… he can barely breathe. Part of him’s back there on the track, watching the speedometer strain towards two hundred. Part of him’s hearing Laurent’s voice, making the offer.

He watches Laurent’s car–which is his car, now–but he can’t see through the windshield with the glare of lights. He wonders if Laurent will stay behind the wheel. Drive the car away in a burst of dust, disappear into the desert.

But that doesn’t fit with what he’s seen of Laurent de Vere so far. And sure enough, Laurent climbs out of the car as soon as the engine cuts, and strides across to stand in front of Damen. The black T-shirt clings to his chest, scooping low enough that the ends of his collarbones are visible. His skin shines with sweat. There’s nothing to see in his expression.

Laurent swipes his hair back from his face. He says, watching Damen closely, “Afraid I won’t honour my word? I will. I always do.”

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anyways I need new glasses and ordered a few antique frames for super cheap… these ones are huge and impractical but I low key love the owl eye thing going on here 8)

Auston Matthews

First Imagine ft. Mitch, my meme son

Also look at these dorks

Angst and basically a whole paragraph of it is just Auston appreciation.

Part Two

Word count: 2,137

Warnings: None

Song suggestion of the day: I’ve got this friend by the Civil Wars

Originally posted by wonthetrade

A feeling of undeniable, unadulterated helplessness and utter dispair became all-consuming as you made a desperate bid to come to terms with what you were hearing, staring between your two best friends who stood hesitantly opposite you on the other side of the kitchen bench. It was the blonde who spoke first, watching you with wide-eyes as she awaited your reaction. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier..” she sounded deflated and you hated the negativity that was surging through you at the sound of her voice. “We decided it was best if Mitch was the one to tell you… You’ve been tight since kindergarten but apparently-” Steph send light-hearted glare towards the brunet boy stood beside her, causing him to wilt and grin across at you sheepishly.

“Only, I might have forgotten…” he murmured, raising a hand to rub the ever-reddening back of his neck with embarrassment. 

Sure, you’d been out of town for a while and there might of been some things that had slipped their minds but you couldn’t believe that Mitch had just forgotten to tell you he was dating steph now. Then again, it was Mitch Marner so you couldn’t be sure. The boy would probably forget his own name if it wasn’t sewn onto his jersey. 

Of course, you couldn’t kid yourself. The real reason that you’d become so worked up about the whole thing was the fact that you’d only just escaped the life-ruining grasp of your three-year-long crush on Mitchell Marner. As if to add to your misfortune, tonight you were going to admit it to him and finally move on with your life.

You glanced back over at the two of them, switching back and forth between their matching expressions as they anxiously awaited your response before faking a smile you sincerely hoped didn’t look like a grimace of pain. You were happy when they were and if whatever made them happy just so happened to be each other, who were you to get in the way? “I mean, congrats and yeah..” you managed to stumble out. “Wow, I, uh, wasn’t really- I mean it’s just weird for me…Not bad weird! Just different weird..”

They glanced once at each other before returning their attention to you. “..You’re okay with it?” Steph questioned quietly. 

“Sure! Yeah, fine!” You responded cheerily. “I mean, it’s not like you need my blessing or anything. You do you! or each other..I’m going to just stop talking.”

Mitch had let out a boyish laugh before a suffocating silence could descend upon the three of you. “Now, that’s out of the way.. I come bearing gifts..of news. Admittedly that’s not as great as actual presents…”

Steph was rolling her eyes. “Get to the point before she dies of boredom.” The blonde prompted.

The boy glared. “Okay, okay.” He turned back to you, an almost malevolent twinkle in his eyes, making you rightfully wary. “I have found you the perfect match!”

This only succeeded to illicit groans from you. Mitch fancied himself matchmaker, and what better victim than his perpetually single childhood best friend. “Mitch, I swear to god-”

“Come on, this is a good‘un.” He pleaded. “Steph even helped me out, and you’ll notice she has great taste.” He waggled his eyebrows at you while the girl in question rolled her eyes yet again and delivered a light whack to his bicep.

“Don’t you trust us?” Steph chuckled, turning her gaze back to you with a small smirk painted on her features.

“I trust Steph LaChance, it’s mitchell marner who’s got me wary.”

“Hey!” mitch protested. “i’m totally trustworthy. Name one time-!” He was cut short by the sound of the doorbell, a wicked smile lighting his features at the sounded.

Sighing, you moved to get the door, straightening the tattered leafs shirt you were wearing as you did so. You were greeted by the sight of a suited up Auston Matthews waiting patiently on the doorstep, causing you to smile. Despite only meeting him a handful of times in person, his constant appearances in Mitch’s snapchats certainly seemed to make up for lost time as his presence provided you nothing short innate reassurance and familiarity. 

“Mitchell, your boyfriend’s here! Get your stuff we’re going!” you called back into the house before turning to properly greet Auston, attempting to engulf him in a warm hug. A smile lifted the creases of his mouth as his muscled arms moved to return the gesture, squeezing you ever so gently.

“hey,” you greeted, smiling softly up at him.

“hey,” was his reply as he turned to lead the way to his car. “how’ve you been?”

“alright.” you answered truthfully, climbing into the passengers seat as he buckled himself into the seat beside you.

As if sensing your dejection, he frowned slightly as his brow furrowed and deep-brown, soulful puppy-dog eyes trained their full attention on you. “you’re still not over him are you?” he murmured quietly.

This only caused you to let loose an exasperated huff. “Was I really that obvious? It’s bad enough half his family know, let alone Stromer and McDavid. I’m almost properly over him, it’s no big deal.” 

At the sight of Auston fixing you with a look of clear disbelief, you caved. “It’s just a shock. I’ll get over it after a couple of days.” you told him truthfully.

“Then why do you look so sour?” He coupled this with a small grin, letting you know he was lightly teasing but the concern in his eyes said different.

“They’re trying to set me up.” you admitted. “right now I just feel like curling up at home with as much chocolate as I can eat and watching The Incredibles five times over.”

“Solid plan.” The boy beside you agreed but it was lost amongst the sound of the car door opening as, much to your chagrin, Mitch and Steph hopped into the backseat, their hands securely resting in each other’s palms. Noticing your frown, the San Francisco-born teen beside you was quick to start the car.


You’d been on exchange overseas for the past year or so, which explained your lack of knowledge when it came to relations between your two best friends. Still, your temporary bitterness at the two of them didn’t stop you from attempting to enjoy a hard-fought game of hockey. Neither did it stop you and Steph screaming your lungs out after Mitch was unfairly penalised or gasping audibly whenever he took a big hit. Obviously, no matter the amount of times Mitch went on the ice, you couldn’t help but worry, especially given the power behind some of those slapshots. Your anxiety wasn’t helped by the way Steph wouldn’t stop glancing over at the leafs bench until Mitch was once again back on the ice.

Patrik Laine scored a minute into the second period. You’d heard about the supposed “rivalry” between Laine and Auston after the american was drafted first overall over the Finn. You’d no clue if this was true or not, as Auston hadn’t actually mentioned Laine at all in the time you’d known him. Still, you had to give it to the eighteen-year-old, he had an arm on him.

“Hey,” Steph murmured as the period concluded. “I didn’t realise that you still…” she trailed off, looking visibly uncomfortable. “If I had’ve-”

“Steph, don’t. Don’t apologise.” You replied quietly. “and for the record I am over him.” you added with a pointed glance towards her concerned expression. Still looking hesitant, she moved off the subject. 

“Auston’s cute, noh?” Steph questioned, with a knowing smirk.

“Yeah sure.” Was your reply, attempting disinterest because there was no way you were giving Mitch any ideas. Still, you were pretty sure it was a crime to not find Auston Matthews adorable in some form. He wasn’t what you would classify as traditionally attractive, with no slim, high or pointed features but in no way did this make him any less appealing. He had deep, sorrowful, brown puppy-dog eyes; plump full lips with an adorably prominent cupids bow, fluffy brunet locks, a sharp jawline and an insanely cute nose. There was no denying his sweet, loveable demeanour either. If you hadn’t of been so engrossed in Mitch when you’d first met the young leafs #34, you probably would have been pining after him like a lovesick puppy.

Once the third period started, it only took another minute or so before the Jets fans’ frustration began to bubble over the edge. Those few clad in navy fell back on the chant used in the previous game at Auston’s expense. You swore that if you heard the phrase: “Laine is better” one more time you’d punch something.



You turned at the voice, finding yourself face-to-face with the eighteen-year-old, Finnish, Jets’ winger; Patrik Laine himself. The blond-haired, blue-eyed teen smiled warmly down at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hey,” you replied. Laine made you a little uneasy, you weren’t sure if it was the fact that he was a total stranger or that you felt that you shouldn’t be talking to your friend’s so-called “rival”.

“Wrong team.” Laine joked, good-naturedly as he nodded towards the leafs logo on your shirt.

You laughed a little, almost awkwardly, unconsciously tugging on the hem of the navy material. “Heh, yeah. You play well though.” you complimented, ducking your head a little as you did so. 

He smiled at this, a light dusting of red making its way across his fair cheeks. “Thank you…”

“Y/N,” you added, in answer to his unspoken question. He smiled, repeating this once to himself. The both of you stood in a slightly awkward silence for a moment, with you fidgeting with your hands as Laine shoved his into his pockets. He coughed quietly after a moment, causing you to finally look back up at him.

“Were you waiting for someone?”

you nodded. “a couple of friends, they’re driving me home.”

“Oh,” he nodded. “boyfriend? Are you… I mean do you-?” 

Before he could finish a large slam sounded from behind you causing you to jump nearly a foot in the air, clutching your heart as you turned to stare, wide-eyed at Mitch and Steph who were attempting to hold in snickers whilst they stood alongside an Auston Matthews who looked so utterly furious that it terrified you. All sanity forgotten, you turned away from Laine to prod the bear. “Auston, are you alright?” you questioned, your tone laced with concern.

“These are your friends?” Laine questioned, regaining your attention as Auston stalked forwards, placing himself on your right-hand side.  

“Yes.” the elder boy cut in, voice dangerously low. Tension hung thick in the air as silence fell upon the four of you, causing you to shift uncomfortably.

“Well, it was really nice meeting you!” You smiled up at Laine, attempting to diffuse some of this and get going. You didn’t like the look on Auston’s face, nor the uncomfortable atmosphere that clung to the two rookies. The Arizonan obviously eager to leave, turning swiftly on his heel to stalk towards Mitch. Upon realising you hadn’t followed, he returned to your side, placing a large hand on the middle of your back, gently steering you away.

“You too, Y/N! I hope we get a chance to meet again.” Laine replied sending a small wave your way which you mirrored over your shoulder.

“That’s unlikely.” Auston muttered lowly from your right. Only once outside did he drop his arm as you turned to glare. Mitch could barely contain his giggles, failing to disguise them as coughing.

“What was that for?” You quipped. Firmly crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not the president. I don’t need an escort.” Auston was a great guy, he really was but right now you were fuming. It was as if you couldn’t speak to another guy unless you were accompanied by Matthews or Marner. It was really grinding your feminist gears.

“Can we not do this right now?” Auston muttered. “Just..Just get in the car, okay?”

Mitch had stopped laughing and Steph was glancing between the two of you and her boyfriend nervously.

“Fine!” You replied, which seemed to be the only thing you could say without regretting it later. Without another word you climbed into the backseat and buckled yourself in, with Steph joining you moments later after a worried glanced shared with Mitch. The smaller boy in turn sent the american a pained look that Auston couldn’t decipher. Eventually Mitch gave up attempting telepathic communication and just shrugged.

“Great,” Auston murmured with a huff as Mitch closed the passenger-side door behind him. 

We are made to serve people and love the world - to be a light to those in darkness. It is the One who is in us that gives us the power and the ability to be a bearer of light.

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Extra Headcanon/AU notes (for the curious): Inko isn’t aggressive nor is she all that intimidating, she just moms everyone. And that within itself has the makings of a terrifying individual.

She is also extremely determined when she wants to be? Bakugou thought she was just a typical, weak schoolgirl when they met as kids, but Inko was determined to make her stop smoking/getting into so many fights. It was downright terrifying what she could do when she had set her mind on something.

They didn’t really become friends until a couple years after they met, though. Bakugou doesn’t really have a good relationship with her parents, and after one particularly hostile spat, Inko just kinda… showed up at her door. She didn’t ask any questions, just knew, and they ditched school for four days to go up to Hokkaido and be happy.

Bakugou’s fearful respect of her is based on years of Inko somehow knowing everything and multiple cases of her calling/texting/msg-ing Bakugou just as she lights a cigarette or glares at some thugs, despite being nowhere in the vicinity. She is 99% certain that Inko has some sort of secondary psychic sense quirk that keeps her attuned to the people she cares about.

(Also, Bakugou really loves her son, but? She also REALLY wants to kick his ass, because Inko took such good care of her when they were younger and she feels entirely responsible for how her son acts towards Izuku. She probably sees Katsuki’s behavior as a reflection of her own and regrets/wishes she was a parent more like Inko, or something.)

One Night In Hong Kong (Hoshi/Soonyoung Smut)

Summary: All it took was one look. One look and nothing else mattered. The city lights and bustle of a single night in Hong Kong disappeared around you. Smut. 

(AN: wanted to try out a different style here. it’s actually very different. kinda short compared to what i normally write and idek. cheesy title too. just suit hoshi and delayed mama feels and eternal no f.u.n feels. also those gifs. also don’t be an idiot like the people in this piece of fiction and have unprotected sex. also smut warning. lemme know what you think? -Tanisha<3)

A dark night sky, distinctly void of stars because of the city lights glaring up at it. The bustle of cars and trains and pedestrians showing that nightfall did not signify a period of rest. Hong Kong seemed busier than ever on this night, filled with the best and brightest of the industry’s k-pop stars and spectators, all gathered for the Mnet Asian Music Awards.

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Imagine being woken up at four in the morning by the motion-activated floodlight in your backyard going off and going to the back door to find Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes trying to catch the Nidoqueen in your shed.

——— Request for Bixbi ———

That damn app came out a week ago, and ever since you’d found the stakes had gotten high between you and your friends to utterly destroy each other at the gyms. That said, you hadn’t expected to be woken up at four in the morning to someone breaking into your shed out back. The worst was running through your head almost immediately. Was it a burglar? Curiosity getting the best of your fear, you hurried to the window to look out into the lit-up yard only to have the fear immediately be replaced by annoyance at what you found.

“James Buchanan Barnes, is that you?” you gruffly shout out of your open window, squinting at the metallic arm that caught the light’s glare as he jumped at your discovery. The door to your shed swings a bit as another man also pops his head out, making you level your glare at him, too. “What the hell are you and Sam doing in my shed at this hour of the night?”

“There’s a Nidoqueen!” is the only explanation Bucky offers as he stares at you like a deer in the headlights.

Sam looks much the same, “Did we wake you?”

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#54 and #126 off the 1st list for Baron Corbin

#54- “Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?” + #126- “I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that.” (Baron Corbin)

From this drabble list

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        “Babe, where are you?” Baron called, as his footsteps rang throughout the house. The hallways were dark with the only glare of light coming from the shine of the full moon outside the window. “Babe?”

           I could hear as Baron pulled off his sneakers then made his way up the stairs towards the bedroom. The door was locked shut but I knew that he could see the flickering of the lamp light from the crack under the doorway. He knocked.

           “Babe, you alright? Why’s the door locked?”

           “I’m fine. Hang on.” I answered, doing my best to muffle the cries from my boyfriend’s sharp ears.

           “Can you open the door now?”

           “I don’t wanna.”

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