look at the mess in my room

All My Idols Ch 17: Scatter!

“Scatter!” Taemin yells as he throws a box of cookies at the men by the door, making them all back away. There is a mess of boys jumping to their feet and running all charging the door to escape. I’m being pulled to my feet before I know it and dragged along with the group, a warm hand latched on to mine. I blindly follow the hand pulling me out of them room and down the hall with the rest of the laughing boys.

“Get back here you little pervs!” Heechul yells after us.

Kangin joins in on the yelling, “Give us our princess back!”

“Princess?” Baekhyun questions ahead, looking back and grimacing when he sees me being dragged along. “This way!” He turns a corner, only a few follow, others continue or turn the opposite direction. We turn down a few more halls before hiding in a dark practice room. We all collapse on the floor, Baekhyun and Chanyeol completely breathless, I look to see who is still holding my hand and almost scream. Xiumin is laying flat on his back, his chest heaving from running for dear life, our hands still hold tightly together, “Hyung,” Baekhyun whines, “Why did you bring the princess along? Now we are going to get in even more trouble.”

“It was an accident, I’m sorry you got dragged into this,” Xiumin automatically apologizes.

“I’m happy she did,” Chanyeol beams at me. “Now we get to hang out with the princess!”

“More like hide out,” Chen adds in as he slips in the door, making sure to lock it.

Baekhyun pouts, “Are they really mad?”

Chen scoffs, “They walked in on you laying on top of Charlie-ssi, and then we ran away with her, they are pissed.”

“Just Charlie,” I pipe in, earning every eye in the room.

“Then call us oppa,” Xiumin gives me that handsome grin again and I find myself blushing, blushing hard enough to be seen even with my tan skin.

“Omo, what did you do? She’s blushing!” Baekhyun scrambles to all fours and crawls over to us with Chanyeol not far behind.

“Don’t stare like that,” I mumble as I try to cover my face with one hand, not yet willing to take my other one away from Xiumin.

“You’re so pretty,” Baekhyun flirts when he reaches my feet.

Xiumin pushes the younger back with his foot, “If you keep up that up she is going to think you are a pervert.”

“Too bad I already do,” I tease the puppy like boy.

Our playfulness is cut off by a knock on the door, the one way mirror hiding us from the people on the other side. Outside we can see a few more of the members panicking to open the locked door, frantically glancing both ways for anyone that could be coming. Chen unlocks the door, allowing Kyungsoo and Kai to come tumbling in.

“Quickly, close and lock it!” Kai commands, Chen obeys, part of super junior runs by a moment later. The two new comers are almost hyperventilating.

“Are you alright?” I ask worried that they might be hurt or something because of me.

“Princess?” Kai looks up surprised to see me there and even more surprised to see me holding hands with his hyung. Kyungsoo eyes follow Kai’s right away, frowning at the sight but he quickly shakes it off when he sees me staring.

“Hi,” I give him a small smile.

“So it was you guys who kidnapped her!” Kai accuses.

“We didn’t really kidnapped her,” Baekhyun tries to defend himself.

“Lets not fight, we’ll need each other if we don’t want to die,” Being the oldest in the room Xiumin tires to calm the situation.

“What do we do now?” Chen asks.

Xiumin shrugs, “Wait it out? If we’re lucky they will catch Shinee first and take their anger out on them for not protecting Charlie properly.”

“Charlie?” Kai and Kyungsoo question looking back to our hands.

“Yea, Charlie,” I confirm, “Just Charlie if that’s okay Kai and Kyungsoo oppa.” I almost die when Kyungsoo’s face turns as red as a strawberry.

“We’re the princess’s oppas,” Baekhyun and Chanyeol cheer together, earning a shoe thrown at them from Xiumin.

“Be quiet, I’m going to get killed because of you guys,” He shushes.

“Us?” Baekhyun scoffs, “You’re the one who grabbed the princess’ and ran.” Xiumin just looks away from me. “Grabbed her and still hasn’t let her go.”

“I’m enjoying it,” Xiumin shrugs.

“I’m pretty sure she would much rather hold hands with Kyungsoo since he is on her list,” Chanyeol teases.

“You guys are making her uncomfortable, stop it,” Kyungsoo deadpans, not at all amused by his hyungs teasing.

“Fine,” Baekhyun huffs. “What are we going to do until they give up?”

“We could play game,” Chen suggests.

Chanyeol grins, “Chicken fight?”

“Yes!” I basically yell, after being here for months I’m finally going to play!

Chen is the one to shake his head, “I don’t know, what if Charlie gets hurt?”

I wave his worries away, “Don’t ruin this for me! I’ll be fine, no one has let me play this game and I want to do it so bad!” They laugh as they get to their feet; Xiumin pulls me up and hesitantly lets go of my hand. I frown at the lose of warmth but try to hide it when I realize that everyone is staring at me expectantly. Clapping my hands together I say, “Lets do this!”

The first round is a free for all, and as I expected everyone is too afraid of hurting me to come after me but that doesn’t stop me from going after them. As they continue to knock each other out I’m left chasing after them.

“Charlie-ya!” Kai whines, making me laugh as I continue to chase him in circles around the other three that are still in. Kyungsoo was the first one out, followed by Chanyeol, leaving Chen, Baekhyun, Xiumin and Kai. “Go after someone else,” He uses his much better balance to hop away quickly. With him out of reach I go after the trio who are fighting amongst themselves, Chen is the closest so I go for him first.

“Ah!” Chen drops his leg and pouts cutely at me; I give him a quick apologetic grin before hoping away. I’m surprised when Baekhyun jumps back to avoid Kai and bumps hard into me, sending me to the floor, or at least it was supposed to be the floor, not Kyungsoo’s lap. The owl like boy stares at me, confused and flustered but also concerned.

“Are you okay?” He automatically asks as he gives me a once over; his closeness giving me unwanted butterflies.

“I’m fine, thank you for catching me or I guess letting me fall on you,” I apologize awkwardly.  

His lips form a cute heart shaped smile, “Anytime.”

“None of this, you may not be that friendly with our princess,” Baekhyun is quick to pull me up out of his lap.

Xiumin scoffs, as he steals me from Baekhyun, “You were basically on top of her like thirty minutes ago.”

“And you were holding her hand the whole time we ran,” Chen pipes in.

The argument, if you can call it that, is interrupted by a knock on the door. I almost scream when I see Heechul with his face pressed up against the glass, resembling something out of a horror movie. My heart is beating quickly in my chest as he tires to see in without much luck, he tires the handle. My fear slowly switches to amusement, as he visible gets annoyed when he realizes that the door is locked, he even swears.

“That Ahjusshi,” I laugh. When the door doesn’t work he gives up with a huff before storming off. With my hand over my chest I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, the boys do the same.

“I think I just aged ten year,” Kai sighs.

“You don’t think he’ll go find the key do you?” I look to the six boys.

“No,” Chen shakes his head, “He wouldn’t.” Just as the words leave his mouth Heechul returns to the door, this time with keys. “Since when do they actually give us keys?”

“Since when do you expect Hyung to obey the rules?” Xiumin chuckles humorlessly at his fate. I quickly scan the room and see a L shaped couch; pulling Chen and Xiumin along I have them push the couch away from the wall enough for us to fit in between it and the wall. All the boys scamper behind it, Kai turns off the lights before following them over, I slide in last next to Xiumin who wraps an arm around my waist to make sure no part of me is sticking out, at least that is what I’m telling myself to keep myself from screaming in joy.

The lock clicks loudly and we hear Heechul cheer for finding the right key before opening the door. But that happiness doesn’t last long when the room appears to be empty, he clicks his tongue and swears softly before closing the door again. All seven of us let out another sigh of relief when he is gone.

“You are amazing,” Xiumin whispers in my ear before we all climb out from behind the couch. I’m thankful for the darkness for giving me a small amount of time to get rid of my deep blush. Did that just happen?

anonymous asked:

i dont mean to dredge shit up or anything and maybe it was just a joke before but when u were looking for roomates u n john talked abt that possibly and he was talking anout going to toronto?? so i asusmed that meant ud room together,, so ig w all thats happened that defunct and i just wanted to say Yikes and sorry for any awkward/awful uve gotta be going through right now 😬

Okay so what happened was that my roommate that i have now is awesome but she’s allergic to cats and between us we have two cats in a small apartment so it’s really messed with her asthma and she needs to move out as soon as possible. So i made a post about it like “if anyone wants to live in toronto let me know” and he was like “yes omg” and we were just kind of joking about it (i thought) and then he started telling people we were going to live together like for real and he was going to get a job and so i was like !!!. I started getting a really bad feeling about it and i didn’t know what to do. He gave me the impression that he wasn’t going to pay rent right off the bat, and that when he did he wasn’t going to pay his half. So when i said that i needed him to pay half rent, half the internet bull, and half the hydro bill he was like “well we should still try…” and he knew i couldn’t get a job up here and that I didn’t have money. and he was going to leech off of me.

And then like two days ago you sent me something asking if i was free on the 6th and then when i didn’t reply started making posts asking other people to get him up to toronto which scared the fuck out of me honestly. i just had a really bad feeling about it. and he kept saying that if i let him come up here he’d let me hang out with these hockey players he was supposedly banging which also felt really weird to me. 

so idk i never took it seriously but i also didn’t tell him i wasn’t taking it seriously because i hate confrontation but because i knew he didn’t have the means i was able to back out of it pretty quickly.

SU Headcanon: Amethyst Has OCD

this is just my personal headcanon & you dont have to agree with me! but here is some evidence to support my headcanon:

  • amethyst compulsively hoards. A LOT. i mean, have you seen her room? 

i mean look at this:

OCD isn’t just about neatness & being orderly. some people with OCD hoard!

plus we can look back on maximum capacity showing her compulsive hoarding tendencies:

  • amethyst has openly expressed that she has a system for her stuff (source: Together Breakfast) & doesnt like her stuff being messed with (Reformed) 

remember when pearl comes out of amethyst’s room & says she organized her mess? 

how about in Reformed, when garnet was trying to find the slinker?

she did NOT like garnet messing with her piles. this is a common thing with people with ocd! you wouldnt believe how many of us are messy & dont like our messes touched. 

  • amethyst displays obsessive thinking in Beta, where it’s shown she has not stopped thinking about jasper. people with OCD can get hooked on one thing that upsets us & obsess over it for DAYS & DAYS. not only that but she is shown to hold herself to a higher standard than others, which is a common ocd symptom! perfectionism shows itself in unique ways per person.

again… you dont have to agree with me but this is a headcanon that i enjoy & find comforting & i would like other people with ocd to find comfort in this too! 

(credit to @giffing-su for the gifs) 

“I was taking a law school admissions test in a big classroom at Harvard. My friend and I were some of the only women in the room. I was feeling nervous. I was a senior in college. I wasn’t sure how well I’d do. And while we’re waiting for the exam to start, a group of men began to yell things like: ‘You don’t need to be here.’ And ‘There’s plenty else you can do.’ It turned into a real ‘pile on.’ One of them even said: ‘If you take my spot, I’ll get drafted, and I’ll go to Vietnam, and I’ll die.’ And they weren’t kidding around. It was intense. It got very personal. But I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t afford to get distracted because I didn’t want to mess up the test. So I just kept looking down, hoping that the proctor would walk in the room. I know that I can be perceived as aloof or cold or unemotional. But I had to learn as a young woman to control my emotions. And that’s a hard path to walk. Because you need to protect yourself, you need to keep steady, but at the same time you don’t want to seem ‘walled off.’ And sometimes I think I come across more in the ‘walled off’ arena. And if I create that perception, then I take responsibility. I don’t view myself as cold or unemotional. And neither do my friends. And neither does my family. But if that sometimes is the perception I create, then I can’t blame people for thinking that.”

Random fact: In Mexico, it’s a common belief that if you cuss out at a ghost, it’ll leave you alone.

OK, so this afternoon I was in voice lesson, just blasting ‘Sebben Crudele’ like a pro to revise italian pronunciation and overall style and all of a sudden the room got super chilly. I got a shiver down my back. My teacher’s cats just suddenly woke from their nap and looked up, ears perked, to somewhere behind my back. Mind you, there was a mirror in front of me and I couldn’t see anyone behind me, then I FELT A FREAKING FINGER RUN OVER MY BACK.

So I kind of panicked, messed up my singing, my teacher stopped me, began to correct me, and I heard something shuffling in the corner, so I turned around. Still nothing. Teacher saw me turning around to look at the corner so he went “What are you looking at?” and I just shook my head and looked ahead again. He then calmly looked at the corner and went “Sácate a la chingada, pinche cabrón!” (Losely translated= Go fuck yourself, son of a bitch)

I kid you not, the room got cozy again immediately after he did that and he continued the lesson like he hadn’t just cussed a ghost outta the room.

A Druid and Ranger are investigating an ancient tomb

DM: In the room is a water pit, and a scroll rack.

Druid: I begin examining the rack.

Ranger: I look in the pit, how deep is it?

DM: There is not enough ambient light for a human to see the bottom.

Ranger: [Triumphantly] I drop my torch into the pit so I can see the bottom.

DM: You drop the lit torch into the water pit. It splashes in, instantly going out. You lose 30exp, but can now confirm fire is extinguished by water.

The scroll of Un-knowledge

It was my first time DMing, only after i played mere two sessions, but i was still however, the most experienced person on the group,we were trying to to a classic prison escape and the party members were:, a monk dragonborn, a rogue doppelganger, a half drow half high elf alchemist and a human mage(needless to say, he wasn’t as creative as the others). They all got stuck in a secret library with an ogre on the next room, and everyone decided to look around for useful things.

(Dragonborn):I look around to see if there any, i dunno, magic scroll i guess?

(Me):Fine i guess

(Dragonborn):(Rolls 9)

(Me): Hidden in the bookshelf you find mesmerizing scroll, with all the magic thingys floating around it, however, it is Ancient(thinking no one knows Ancient because i’m one of those DM’s)

(Mage): I KNOW ANCIENT!

(Me):Wait, you do?(in my head: dang it, i haven’t thought of anything to put on it)

(Me):Uh, well, roll the d20 to see what you get

(Mage)[OoC]:Yuss, i’m finally gonna have one of those fancy spells, i can finally stop spamming magic arrows!

(Mage)[OoC]:*rolls dice* uh, you know what, i don’t think i wanna read it anymore.

(Me):why is that?*looks to see the dice, it is a nat 1*

(Me):*Grins evilly*

(Me): While you read the ancient text, the symbols begin to shamble around you, your eyes gaze through the ancient script, and when you get to the end of the page, you’ve become significantly dumber. You lose 1 Intelligence and 1 Wisdom point.

(Mage):*silently swears at me*

(Everyone else):*Laughs uncontrollably*

On the end of the session after that he decides he didnt like playing a mage and wants to make a new character, so the excuse i give is that he became so dumb that he lied on the floor sucking his thumb while everyone else exited the prison.

Name: My true disaster

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and where to find them

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader

Theme: Percival Graves gets jealous. SMUT.

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Taking Action

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: “Could u do a bucky x reader where he flirts with you and you blush like hell but then one time u flirt back and he’s a blushing mess. THANKS <3″ - @reyofscarlet

Warnings: Sexual innuendos. That’s it (I think???) 

A/N: MY FIRST ONE SNDJSNFJSF YASSS THANKS FOR REQUESTING!! LOVE U. PS: Raise your hand if you love Confident!Bucky, because I know I do. 

You paced around Nat’s room, listening to her rant about Bruce. 

“I just can’t believe him. One minute, we’re alone in the lab and I think he’s going to make a move, and then the next, it’s like I have a huge pimple on my forehead and he can’t stand to look at me,” she rambled. 

You nodded your head, chiming in when necessary, when she asked you about you and the infamous Bucky Barnes. 

“Well,” you started. “We’re fine, I guess. He’s been pretty flirty the past few weeks but he’s never taken it any farther. It’s like we’re moving in circles: he flirts,  I stumble over my words, he laughs, and it repeats.”

You thought back to the week before, when you sat in the kitchen and ate your breakfast. 

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard Bucky say from the doorway. “What are you up to?” 

You motioned down to your bowl of Lucky Charmes. “What does it look like, Barnes?” you laughed slightly. 

He walked up to you and sat beside you, eyeing your bowl. “Is there something you want?” you asked. 

He chuckled to himself, biting back his tongue. His blue eyes scanned yours, a smirk evident on his face. 

“You.”

And just as quickly as he appeared in the kitchen, he was gone, leaving you flustered with a bowl of soggy cereal. 

Your mind wandered to another time, several weeks before, when you trained with Steve. 

“Come on, Y/N, focus,” Steve said, sweat dripping from his blonde hair. 

You swallowed and nodded, almost immediately going back to sparring with him. Within seconds, he was on the floor with his waist between your legs and his arm in your hands. 

Just then, the door opened and Steve tapped out. As you released Steve’s arm, you heard clapping behind you. 

“Good job, Y/N” Steve said, turning to Bucky, who stood in the back of the room, his eyes watching you. 

“Buck?” he asked. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m just here to watch my favorite girl do what she does best,” he smiled sweetly at you. 

“And what is that?” Steve asked, not giving you a chance to respond. 

“Taking men down, one at a time,” Bucky smirked. “I just wish she could do the same to me. Only, it would be better if she did it in the bedroom,” he winked in my direction. 

What?

I felt the color in my face drain as his words dawned on me. 

“That’s enough, Buck,” Steve sighed. 

Bucky only laughed, though. “Close your mouth, Y/N, you’ll catch flies.” 

***

Nat laughed as you told her the memory. 

“You know what it sounds like, Y/N? It sounds like it’s time for you to take action and even the score,” she said, getting up from the bed. 

“How?” you asked, already having a feeling about what she would say next. 

“What you need to do is go down to the main room right now and do what he’s been doing to you. Here,” she said, walking into my closet and picking out a sports bra and a pair of skinny jeans. “Put these on and meet me down stairs in 10 minutes. I have a plan.”

You slipped on the clothes and in no time, you were in the elevator making your way down to where you knew Natalia would be. 

Sure enough, there she was, sitting between Steve and Bucky. You cleared your throat, half-uncomfortable and half-confident with the amount of skin you were showing. The three of them turned around, the two boys with their jaws on the ground and Natasha with a smile on her face. 

“Oh hey, Y/N,” Natasha smiled. “Nice outfit.”

“Thanks,” you said, still confused about what the plan was.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky said, getting up and making his way toward you. “What’s up with the new outfit?” he asked, his eyes raking up and down your body. 

You glanced behind him to see Natasha nodding, urging you to continue. 

You smiled and raised your eyebrows, “What do you think of it?” 

He smirked and leaned on the side of the table between you two. “You look great, doll. I do think you’d look ten times better without it, though.”

You saw your friends leaving the room and a surge of confidence began to flow through your veins. 

You walked around the table and stood closer to him. “Well, Buck. Are you going to do anything about it?” 

You saw him do a double take. 

This is the plan? To flirt with him until he feels the way I’ve been feeling for months?

He stumbled over his words, never expecting you to take part in his flirting. “Uh- you can, uh-” he began, a crimson tone making its way to his cheeks. 

“What’s wrong, Buck? And close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” 


A/N: UM IM SUPER SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. AND IM SORRY THE ENDING IS KINDA WEIRD BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT EVEN THOUGH IT’S A LITTLE DIFFERENT THAN WHAT YOU ASKED FOR. 

okay so: here is my Big Post on Rewriting SU. this is super long like 7 pages in word so here it is under a cut, mobile users i am so sorry. the basic gist of it is to keep it as close to the original as possible while dodging character assassinations, giving underdeveloped characters some breathing room, sorting out the mess that is rose’s character, and so on.

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Wanna take a minute out of my sobbing mess hour to applaud both Tarjei and Henrik. These kids got me in tear without even saying anything, just their expressions. I don’t understand what they’re saying but i am feeling it. I get to feel Even’s emotions when he’s running through the room and I get to feel the fear, the pain on Isak’s eyes while looking for Even and talking to Sonja. Please let’s take a minute to applaud these talented boys. 

Some background, because it’s a semi-inside joke: The DM has us all living together in a shack in the poor part of town, us being a Dwarf Cleric, Tiefling Druid, Elf Rogue, and Gnome Ranger (me).
DM: so, you’re all settled into your shack
Elf: I’m sitting on the floor sharpening my sword
Dwarf: I’m reading a book
Tiefling: I’m sleeping up stairs
Gnome: And I’m in the roof!
*puzzled looks*
Elf: you mean, like sleeping under it?
Gnome: no, I mean literally IN the roof
*room bursts into laughter*

- visitor comes by, blah blah blah lots of talking, Gnome says a snarky comment -
DM: role a dexterity check
Gnome: *rolls a 15*
DM: you don’t fall through the roof
- a little while later, Gnome says multiple snarky things -
DM: roll a dexterity check
Gnome: *rolls a 9*
DM: you fall through the roof and land on your face

- Next Campaign: we have to go into the sewers to retrieve some ale for a barkeeper -
Dwarf: we send the gnome down first
Gnome: *rolls a dexterity check* 11
DM: you land in a foot of water
Dwarf: so she almost drowns
*room bursts into laughter, seeing as the gnome is only 2'11"*

Master Tano, I presume?

“Stupid! Stupid! I am so stupid! I should known better than that!”

Ahsoka Tano, former Padawan learner of Anakin Skywalker and rebel alliance operative known as Fulcrum, found herself waking up face down on the floor of some room that looked absolutely nothing like the dark and decaying ancient temple sanctuary she had been exploring not five minutes ago.

Had it been five minutes ago?

Where was she? How long had she been unconscious?

What in the Force had compelled her to pick up that strangely carved loop of jointed metal that twisted and turned in on itself, over and over, like some kind of infinity symbol? She had felt possessed as if some unseen presence had taken command of her limbs. Ahsoka remembered stumbling forward as if she were struggling through a surging wave made out of the Force. She struggled to stay upright as it kept threatening to knock her over.

Maybe one of those waves had done just that. Ahsoka really couldn’t remember.

She remembered reaching for the silvery band, picking it up and turning it over and over in her hand. She ran her fingertips along the carved glyphs, not recognizing the language but understanding the feeling behind them.

This item was important.

It was dangerous.


I should put it back. Ahsoka thought, shaking her head. I don’t know what this is or what it could do.

Almost regretfully, she lowered her hand to return the sinuous band of metal and ominous energy to the cracked and crumbling stand she found it on.

Apparently it didn’t like that.

Fierfek!” Ahsoka cursed as the band seemed to leap to life, coiling and wrapping around left her hand, a writhing, twisting, and living thing. She tried to fling it off her hand and when that didn’t work she tried to dig her fingers under the cuff and peel it off.

That didn’t work either.

Ahsoka frowned at the undulating object, horrified at the way it seemed content to spiral endlessly around her wrist as if were living jewelry. She gave her hand another hard shake and when that didn’t work, she plucked the shoto saber from her belt. She carefully changed the length and intensity before laying her left hand down on a nearby flat surface. With the short saber in her right she slowly lowered the blade towards sliding infinite loop of metal and carvings.

“AAAH!” Ahsoka let out a trail of curses in every language she knew as the item constructed around her wrist. The pain was so sudden and intense she almost feared it had cut off her hand and she dropped her saber.

The minute the white blade went out the blistering pain stopped and the cuff went back to what it considered normal,lazily spiralling around her wrist like a silver serpent.

Ahsoka bent down to pick up her saber, returning it to her belt and collapsing into a pile against the far wall. She hung her head, gazing at the floor and wishing that she had someone to help her, someone who knew more about the Force and its mysteries than her half trained experience.

She supposed she could try to meditate and contact Master Yoda through the Force but she doubted he would be of much help. He was difficult enough to understand when you were asking him simple questions. She would spend more time trying to untangle his distinctive grammar than pondering the mystery of the object.

And Anakin, her master, would have been no good. He didn’t have time for the great mysteries of the Force and after that strange episode of lost time and the vague memories of pain and death, he had been even less inclined to ponder the metaphysical.

Not that it mattered.

Anakin Skywalker was gone, beyond her reach and if she thought about it too much she was afraid it might break her. Again.

So many Jedi were lost, destroyed during Order 66 or the nightmare of the purges that came afterward. Master Plo. Master Shaak Ti.

Master Obi-Wan.

Ahsoka felt tears burn in the corner of her eyes at the memory of her master’s master, of his kind smile and his patient way with her and Anakin. If she were being completely honest she had been impossibly lucky to be assigned to Anakin Skywalker and by extension Obi-Wan Kenobi. She had learned so much from them both, how to lead, how to listen and when to not to listen. She learned when sweet words were more effective than a saber and when it was easier to apologize than ask for permission.

For a few brief years she had a family.

Obi-Wan would have known what to do. He would have remembered some story he had heard from a charming, disreputable friend or recited some old poem Master Jinn had taught him and it would have sparked a germ of an idea. They might have needed a side trip to the Archives but his hunch would have been borne out and between the three of them, they would have found some way to get this confounded piece of chagas off of her wrist.

But Obi-Wan was gone too.

Ahsoka bowed her head, resting it on her arm braced across her knees. Sorrow washed through her, threatening to drown her. Hot tears slipped past her control and it all seemed so horribly unfair, so terribly, nightmarishly wrong.

How could there be a galaxy without her masters? They were always supposed to be there. Even if she wasn’t a Jedi, even if she would never be a Jedi again, Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi were supposed to be out there, side by side, saving the galaxy one witty quip and affectionate squabble at a time.

She missed them so much.

I miss you. I miss you both so much. I’m so tired and so alone and I just… I just want to give up. I know I can’t. I know you would tell me to keep going but… with Master Obi-Wan dead and Anakin…

No. Ahsoka wouldn’t think about Anakin.

If only Master Obi-Wan was alive, somewhere. If only he was still out there, with a warm cup of tea and smile.

I just wish I could see you again.

And that’s when the pain hit her and she passed out in an overwhelming wave of agony and blinding light.

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Reasons why Hau has become my favorite rival:

I love him so much it hurts, like…I haven’t been this happy about a rival since…I’m not even sure if I’ve ever been happy about a rival, like…Barry was cute, but HAU IS JUST…HAU.

(aaaay, check out my outfit btw)

And then there’s Gladion

He gets extra points for being the reason for making Hau say that and even more so for being such an edgelord-looking mess AND HE’S BEEN LIVING IN A HOTEL ROOM FOR TWO YEARS WHAT THE FUCK GLADION??!?!

It really says a lot when the hotel owner makes a comment about Gladion starting to run low on funds because Team Skull doesn’t really pay much, LIKE GLADION, ARE YOU GETTING ENOUGH TO EAT?!??!?!

Am I gonna have to drag you to a restaurant for some eats? Because I can do that. And right after that, I’ll shove you to Hau for some malasadas to share with your Type:Null.

And I spent a ridiculous amount of time just looking at his sprite because oh hey, player has to look up to talk to him (meaning player is shorter than Gladion, because otherwise, Player looks down or bends down). ANYWAYS, what the hell Gladion, you look like you’re starting to get too tall for your clothes?!

I bet you like 200 Pokedollars that those cuts in his clothes were done deliberately by him as means of a distraction from his current growth spurt… Either that or it was an accident caused by his Type:Null, because I’m pretty sure that Pokemon bed is too small for Type:Null, so SHARING THE BED IT IS WITH A 6′03″ POKEMON WITH SHARP CLAWS.

I AM CONCERNED FOR THIS BOY IN THE SAME WAY I AM CONCERNED ABOUT LILLIE.

Just minus the “scared little kid” vibe I get from Lillie.

How Many Tennis Balls?

Drabble request by @deanssweetheart23: Hi! So glad you’re taking drabble request again! So how about one with either “You’re so freaking adorable” or “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” (choose whichever inspires you) with Dean and fluff? <3 Good luck with everything that’s going on in your life! (I get it cause finals are killing me as well) Thank you for the amazing things you post <3

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“What does this question even mean?” you muttered, staring at your computer screen in bafflement.

Dean looked up from his own computer screen from across the room. He was lounging on the bed while you sat at the desk, trying to focus on your preparation. “What question is it?”

“How many tennis balls can you fit into a limousine?” You’d practiced for dozens of job interviews and that question was never one that came up in an actual interview, or any of your practices. “I feel like that’s not a normal interview question.”

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Protected (Part 7)

summary: reader witnesses something horrible and somehow Bucky ends up being her bodyguard

warnings: 1% angst, swearing

word count: 1323

a/n: mwaahhaa don’t hate me

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Originally posted by romanian-plum

Buckys POV

After exiting the store, I headed to a coffee shop across the street, to get some coffee but also to keep an eye on Kate for a bit longer, just to make sure she was okay. I could see her perfectly from here. She was messing with some books and she looked as comfortable as ever. Like there wasn’t a worry in the world. 

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