look lots of things are happening here but

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Older Klance? older MARRIED klance (they are like 30ish and still in space)

Mashing up my favorite things: Lance being Allura’s diplomatic ambassador (@worlds-shortest-astronaut) , and in a nice committed relationship between them.

soft emoji asks

💗  - if you could choose, which time period would you live in? why?

🌿  - what place do you wish you where right now? why?

💫  - what’s the feeling of one emotion that you’ve never been able to label?

🌷  - what are some physical traits you are attracted to?

💐  - what are some personality traits you are attracted to?

📺  - describe a picture you’ve had in your head and wanted to take. 

👼🏼  - what is your ideal friend like?

🌙  - are you more nostalgic or foward-looking? or are you neither?

☁️  - what colour does one of your idols remind you of?

💞  - what does love feel like to you?

🍃  - what’s one thing that you regret never saying?

🐰  - what’s one of your favourite childhood memories?

 - what normally happens in your dreams?

☕️  - who makes you feel warm and cozy?

🌟  - who’s a character that you relate a lot to? why?

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When Otabek has been Yuri’s boyfriend for a month but he still can’t even assimilate they’re friends, these things happen a lot 😂😂😂😂

Here you go, english translation!! Now my english followers can understand!

I draw it long ago (~April) directly in spanish for a simple reason: “I want to see Yurio cursing in my own native language”, hahahah. Here in Spain, we have pretty cool cursing words. I think, generalizing, we are very foul-mouthed… just like an angry and sleepy russian teenager.

I used Medibang Paint Pro for this one instead of using Paint Tool Sai, that’s why it looks diferent. I like to try new things sometimes.


Versión en español aquí.

Drabble List

So I just finished posting the last of the previous volley of drabbles so I decided to come up with a new prompt list. It’s mostly a hodge-podge of stuff from my own brain or inspired by songs or different shows and stuff but there are some from other prompt lists so, if anyone wants me to give credit, drop me a message and I’ll be sure to do so.

  1. “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  2. “You’re too good for this world.”
  3. “Could you be happy, here, with me?”
  4. “How long do we have?”
  5. “Do you think we’re bad people?”
  6. “How did we become this?”
  7. “I can hardly stand myself.”
  8. “Go to hell.”
  9. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.”
  10. “There was a time before all of this.”
  11. “No one will ever believe us.”
  12. “Don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.”
  13. “My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”
  14. “I used to do a lot of things.”
  15. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on and I have to be okay with that.”
  16. “Do you wish things had happened differently?”
  17. “Don’t you dare look him in the eye.”
  18. “I’ll be here as long as it takes.”
  19. “We were never meant to fight on our own.”
  20. “Something’s clearly wrong.”
  21. “There’s nothing I can do anymore.”
  22. “This is going to hurt.”
  23. “I don’t need to be the hero tonight.”
  24. “Am I ever going to see you again?”
  25. “We always have a choice.”
  26. “You’re holding back.”
  27. “I don’t want to feel like this tomorrow.”
  28. “Is that a threat?”
  29. “If you don’t like this world then change it.”
  30. “Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!”
  31. “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”
  32. “Keep your eyes on me.”
  33. “You can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me.”
  34. “I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing.”
  35. “If you make one more stupid pun, I will literally stab you.”
  36. “I wasn’t going to mention it.”
  37. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”
  38. “I’m here for you.”
  39. “What are you so happy about?”
  40. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”
  41. “You’re putting words in my mouth!”
  42. “We have to stick together.”
  43. “We’ll get through this. I promise.”
  44. “Don’t leave me behind.”
  45. “What are you looking at?”
  46. “How did you find me?”
  47. “Who did this to you?”
  48. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
  49. “I have to tell you something.”
  50. “I need more time.”
  51. “You deserve better than me.”
  52. “This isn’t fair!”
  53. “If you kill them, you’d better kill me too, because otherwise I’m going to kill you.”
  54. “Please don’t shut me out.”
  55. “You are my best friend in the whole world, okay?”
  56. “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  57. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
  58. “You’re out of your damn mind.”
  59. “No one can hurt me like you can.”
  60. “You are my sunshine.”
  61. “This is all my fault.”
  62. “Please, don’t cry.”
  63. “Maybe I can’t fix you but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”
  64. “You should see this.”
  65. “You make me feel invincible.”
  66. “I’ll keep you safe.”
  67. “Don’t look at me like that.”
  68. “Let’s do something crazy.”
  69. “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”
  70. “Do you trust me?”
  71. “You don’t get to pick and choose. You’re stuck with me.”
  72. “You know I’m gonna win, right?”
  73. “Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”
  74. “I didn’t mean what I said.”
  75. “Do you ever follow directions?”

anonymous asked:

Look who is on the radar...AGAIN!!! :)

oh gosh it happened again didnt it

UHHHHH // /// HI EVERYONE!!!

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Copy my parts and you go out of business!

My old boss told me this story and I thought it would fit in here.

We both work in the automotive aftermarket world, manufacturing and sell parts to “fix up” or restore a classic car. At the time my boss worked for a company that made those big tubular push bumpers and side steps for trucks and Jeeps and such.

It’s not uncommon in our industry for companies to splash* each other’s parts. Splashing is when somebody copies an exact copy of your part. We try to avoid it happening, but that doesn’t always work.

One day somebody calls him and starts lots of questions about the bumpers. Things like which other models do they fit, what’s the return policy, etc. He quickly figured out that this was a competitor that’s going to splash his parts then return them for a refund.

So instead of NOT selling him the parts he sells him a whole pallet full of parts. The revenge part here is that they build these parts specifically for this company. They moved brackets and bent things wrong so that visually everything looked correct, but it would never in a million years bolt up to the truck and work.

Sure enough 60 days later the parts come back, they issue the refund, and then trash that lot of parts. Fast forward a few months and that competitor goes out of business. Pretty hard to sell junk parts that don’t fit!

*splashing means to make an exact copy

ive noticed a thing on this website (and in a lot of social justice spaces in general) where people are more focused on making themselves look good by announcing their stance against, like, shitty groups (like terfs and nazis, which is popular here in particular) and make/add onto posts like “reblog to punch a nazi” or “reblog to make a terf angry” and such, but they dont really do much to like……. uplift or rally for or even really discuss their support for OR the discrimination happening against, yknow, the groups actually affected by, say, terfs and nazis.

i see people on here talking about hating terfs all the time but rarely show any support for actual trans women (and also thinking terfs are the end-all, be-all of transphobia, and that transmisogyny doesnt take other forms which MANY of us are complicit in as well, even if it might not be consciously), and as a jewish person myself, i remember seeing dozens of posts about punching or killing nazis after the richard spencer thing, or the captain america thing, but i rarely see anyone but other jews actually uhhh discussing actual antisemitism and the actual, real, tangible damage nazis are doing and have done to people like me and other minority groups

people who were happy to talk about how much they hated nazis because it was cool at the moment or it was about a fictional character didnt even touch upon antisemitism or jewish people, and now that its not as topical anymore, it DEFINITELY isnt being talked about outside of largely jewish or rromani circles

like yeah of course assholes like transmisogynists and neo-nazis shouldnt have a platform and of course people SHOULD be opposed to them, but patting yourself on the back for barely even doing the bare ass minimum and then not doing anything to show solidarity for the groups who are hurt by the hateful folk yall claim to be opposed to? embarrassing 

BSD Chapter 53 (51.3) Summary

This  is part 3 of Chapter 51 “Echo”. Well, things happened quite fast and out of everyone expectation I guess. I myself think that it’s the calm before the storm but the storm itself might not happen so soon. 

Anyway, here’s some summary as usual… Trust me the kanjis in this chapter are killing me. So I skipped a lot of parts, as a lot of things can be understood just by looking at the picture already.

I most likely will make mistakes here and there, both English and Jap are not my mother tongue, but I hope I help explain something. I have seen people either getting excited or criticizing the chapter and I hope I can help pointing out some good things after all. 

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Yesterday I saw an anti ironpanther post on my dash and surprise, surprise, spite is a very good motivator for me to start writing again. So have some courting, and arc reactor issues and getting together, since that is what @ir0nshield asked for. Watch out for the cut since this is almost 3k words long.


Dealing with T’Challa after the whole mess with the Accords was easier than Tony would have thought.

Sure, T’Challa, and T’Chaka before him, had been for the Accords in the first place, but T’Challa was also housing the rogue Avengers and Tony wasn’t sure what to expect from him.

But T’Challa was nothing if not polite, and Tony tried to be the same in return. After all, T’Challa was a big force behind the Accords and Tony could need him in his corner if Ross suddenly decided that Tony belonged into the raft as well.

Tony was rubbing at the skin around the arc reactor, the cold always made it hurt, when T’Challa entered the conference room.

“Mr. Stark,” he greeted Tony and Tony almost flinched.

“Let’s stick to Tony, Mr. Stark was my father, King T’Challa,” he said and T’Challa thoughtfully tilted his head.

“Only if you can forget the king,” he gave back and Tony huffed.

“Nothing easier as that, Mufasa.” Tony wasn’t sure if the Lion King was a thing over in Wakanda, but going by the tilt to T’Challa’s mouth it definitely was.

“I think I am more Simba than Mufasa, wouldn’t you agree,” T’Challa said and proved Tony right.

“If you say so, Simba,” Tony replied with a smile and then stilled when T’Challa’s gaze fell onto his chest.

“Is it still hurting from the injury?” he asked and Tony forced himself to lower his hand.

He never liked it when the attention was on the arc reactor.

“Maybe. It just hurts sometimes,” he gave back, not willing to tell T’Challa that it was the injury and the cold and the reactor in general. He didn’t need to know that.

T’Challa obviously noticed Tony’s hesitation in talking about the reactor and thankfully dropped the matter.

They were talking about Rhodey and his recovery when the other members of the Accords came in and from then on it was only business with them.

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The tea

idk where that post about casual magic is, but i wrote a little thing about it. 


Nursey walked out of the kitchen, hanging up his phone and slipping it into his back pocket. He was going crazy; he had about a million things to do and not very long to do them.

Nursey was at the haus during a strategic window of time time when Chowder, Ransom and Holster were all simultaneously in class for a few hours, minimizing intrusive noises and distractions. Nursey threw himself back on the couch with a huff. The only sounds to be heard were the furnace kicking on, Bitty’s occasional soft humming from the kitchen. Lardo was somewhere, probably in her bedroom. Dex was slouched on the couch opposite Nursey. His socked feet were propped on the coffee table in front of him, his elbow on the couch arm, head resting on his knuckles, reading a book. His sweater sleeves were pulled over his hands. It was cute.

Pulling his laptop toward him on the table, Nursey shifted his focus to his next task. He had two essays due tomorrow, only one of which was started. The one he hadn’t touched yet was a creative writing assignment. There was something repulsive about writing creatively when it was forced. He couldn’t make inspiration strike. The writing Nursey lived for was the writing when the premise came naturally, when he was compelled to write by the characters speaking in his mind and an itching in his fingertips. It was as if Nursey could imagine a cloud of words around his head, and all the right ones were in front of him, ready to be plucked out and put on the page.

The times Nursey had tried to start this assignment, it was nothing like that. It was as though he had to walk a mile to find each word. He’d done it before of course; he was an English major, and he had to write all the time, inspiration or no. He would just rather put off the assignment, leave more time for an idea to come to him.

Distractedly, Nursey opened a word document and took a sip of tea from the cup on the table. He wrote a sentence, then deleted it. He felt eyes on him. He turned.

Dex was staring at Nursey, his book closed around a finger to hold his place.

“Wuh,” Nursey asked.

“You were on the phone for like 40 minutes. How is that not cold?” Dex asked, nodding at the tea.

They both looked at the cup a moment, watching steam curl up from the liquid.

“I don’t know. It’s just a thing,” Nursey answered, shrugging. He typed something else into his computer. Closer, but something was still off.

“What kind of thing?”

“Like I can just –“ Nursey waved his hand at the mug. The steam followed his fingers.

“What does that even fucking mean, Nurse? What is this?” Dex mimicked Nursey’s hand movements, his shoulders practically touching his ears.

“I don’t know! But I’ve never had a cold cup of tea.”

“Ever?”

“Yeah. Never ever.”

“How?”

“I don’t know.”

Dex looked at him, an eyebrow raised. Nursey opened his eyes wide and pursed his lips, shaking his head minutely, looking exasperated. He was secretly happy for the excuse to put off writing.

“Wait here.” Dex got up. Nursey had no idea where Dex thought he would go. He waited there.

Dex came back with an ice cube. Without warning or ceremony, he dropped it into Nursey’s tea. Nursey took a sip. It was warm. He shrugged.

“What the fuck.”

“You don’t have anything like that?” Nursey asked Dex.

“Like what? Impossible?”

“You know. Like, improbable things that happen a lot to you? Like my mom is super terrible at taking care of plants, but she’s never had one die.”

“Um.”

“Or Ransom says that everyone in his labs has him focus their microscopes when they have trouble, because he never turns the knobs the wrong way.”

“When did you talk to Ransom about this?”

“I don’t know, man. Things come up. Or once Lardo told me she always looks at the clock when the minutes are a multiple of 10.”

“Huh.”

Nursey finished the tea, cracked the knuckles of his thumbs, and wrote a paragraph. Three sentences. This time, he only deleted half of the last one.

“I guess I’m good at finding things.”

Nursey stopped typing and looked at Dex.

“Like – “ Dex’s ears were pink. “I’ll forget where I put something, but then as soon as I start looking for it I remember where it is.”

“Yeah, man. It’s all probability, I think. You know, like it’s super probable that you’ll remember where something is, but then the probability of you remembering where everything is when you need it your entire life is super small. But just because it’s small doesn’t mean it can’t happen.”

“Huh,” Dex said, to himself this time. Then, louder, “Like the probability of us being friends.” He smirked.

Nursey smiled back at him. “No. That was inevitable.”

Business and Pleasure - Part 8

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,616

Warnings: Swearing


Originally posted by pxggycxrters


“What happened to us, James?”

He was silent then, shrugging off his jacket before running a hand through his hair. “We used to be best friends…”


You stiffened at that statement, shaking your head and biting your lip. He was wrong. Hearing him say that sent a sharp pain through your chest. “No. No. Bucky was my best friend, not…not you.”

He stared at you, carefully studying your face. “Uh, Y/N? Did you hit your head on something? Are you okay? Did you drink too much? You do realize that I’m Bucky, right?”

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This happened literally yesterday:
  • <p> <b>Me:</b> Ok so... I found this new T.V show last night and I loved this two characters... so as the fangirl I am I looked for them and OH MY GOD, I ship them so hard!, I even read a fanfic!<p/><b>Friend:</b> Fangirl? Ship? Fanfic?... What are we talking about here?<p/><b>Me:</b> *serious as fuck*: Have a seat, we have a lot to talk about...<p/></p>
Please read if you are in BBCSherlock Fandom whether you are into Sherlock ARG theories or not - another perspective.

Okay, I have been at work all day but last night I had a discussion with someone who runs a blog about ARGs and it was very helpful. He may be reading this, I don’t know but if so, thanks - not naming so he doesn’t get spammed with questions. I will be paraphrasing from the conversation we had.

From his perspective, A Sherlock - The Lost Special ARG is happening right now whether it is BBC official or not. A fan-run ARG is still an ARG. We are playing something even if it is just amongst ourselves. 

It could be something well organized or it could be poorly designed but either way, it still “exists” so maybe the shaming/calling out people who believe in playing it can stop.

However, he also said that when games leave too much ambiguity and room for massive faulty leaps in logic and that goes unchecked, that’s not a well designed game, games where it isn’t clear if they are happening can be harmful for folks who struggle with reality in the first place and can also leave people (like random sitemasters, twitter accounts, etc…) open to harassment if they accidentally get caught up in it. So this is something to consider if the current level of ambiguity goes on for more than just the first few weeks. It could be a “real” game, just not a very good one.

People not interested in playing, reading ARG stuff can stop reading now if you want - just wanted those concerned/annoyed with the whole thing to consider this perspective.

So now here is what we have to consider - 
Is there a cohesive fan-run ARG happening? What is really a part of it? What is actually gamejackers or trolls?

-the lost special instagram?

-the lost special troll page?

-The “Contact” Twitters/The “Contact” accounts here on Tumblr?

-The “moles”/anons who send coded messages?

-What else might be? (looking for replies here)

If it is an official BBC Sanctioned game there are obviously a lot more things to consider - that can be a separate post if anyone wants to make it but I think most of us already know what pages/accounts/etc… would be the first places to be looking for clues since we have already been doing that the whole time.

Additionally, Once in the ARG mentality we find ourselves wondering about every unusual thing we come across, any site that seems strange or account that reminds us of Sherlock. These things are certainly worth considering but with caution.

One question he said everyone should ask - as a general tip for those new to playing - is “If this thing is *not* part of the game, what is the risk?” are you putting yourself in physical danger? Giving out personal information? Identity theft risk? Throwing money away or leaving your credit card open to fraudulent charges? And so on.

Another thing to consider is tempering your expectations. Which is to say, would you still be interested in playing if it isn’t an official game that actually culminates in a Lost Special/4th episode? In other words are you cool with the real ARG being the friends we made along the way? I don’t mean to take sides one way or another but it is a good question to ask yourself because it may affect the way you approach things.

I think these are important things to consider so I would appreciate a reblog/tag if you have followers who post in the sherlock arg tag or if you have followers who speak out against it/have concerns.
Also, if reblogging, totally feel free to TL; DR it for your followers, I’m not great at brevity. Thanks

@warmth-and-constancy @worriesconstantly @may-shepard @whimsicalethnographies @arglocked @euphoriccalliope @doomsteady

anonymous asked:

I'm sure this will be answered in canon at some point, but for now, do you have any thoughts on Haggar's deal?

I mean, that’s a pretty general topic here.

I think the main mysteries behind Haggar right now are:

  • What caused her to break with Altea the way she did?
  • Who was she before that?
  • What is she to Zarkon?
  • Why is she so abnormally, terrifyingly powerful- and is that a common thread between her and Allura?
  • What happened to her face marks- were they always like that? They’re a completely different color and shape from the rest of the Alteans, which is peculiar considering the fact that both Coran and Allura have their marks as infants would tell us it’s biological.

At this point, I have some theories, but one of the main ones is: I think that Haggar at some point saved Zarkon’s life.

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Jealousy: Tom x Reader

Requested: Haz gets jealous of Reader & Tom’s relationship.


4 months, it had been 4 months since you and Tom had been dating and you loved every second of it. He was an amazing guy with a great sense of humor and he was such a gentle person, the only problem was his best friend: Harrison. 

You thought it was a bit odd that he literally went everywhere Tom went. Sure that was his life long friend but it was a bit off putting. At first you didn’t have a problem with it but you noticed his behavior towards you, like he didn’t want you around. He would always talk over you, try his hardest to interrupt your alone time with Tom, and would even give you evil looks. You had pretty thick skin so none of it really hurt your feelings. But you wanted to say something to him and to Tom but you knew that that would cause some tension.

You snapped out of your thoughts as your phone rang, “Hey baby!” You smiled. “Hey love I’m outside.” You put on your jacket and walked outside with a huge grin on your face. You skipped to the car and the smile disappeared as you saw Harrison sitting in the front seat. He only rolled down the window a bit, “The back.”

You groaned but you were a bit surprised. Those were the most words he had uttered to you the past few months.

Tom gave you a look and mouthed a quick sorry. “So we’re going to the movies.” Tom said. “Okay what movie-”, “I really hope that we get the good seats. I heard this movie is really good.” Harrison said interrupting you, once again.

Tom had noticed how rude he always was to you but he didn’t want to lose his best friend but he didn’t want to lose you either.


Once again Haz managed to completely ruin what was supposed to be a good date. You had enough and once Tom pulled up to your place you rushed out the car and walked to the drivers side. “I need to talk to you.” You said to him. “Okay.”

“Get out of the car.” You demanded. “Oh okay” While he unbuckled his seat belt, you noticed Harrison doing the same. “Alone. Sorry Harrison but you can’t follow him everywhere.”

If looks could kill, you’d be dead but you didn’t care. After Tom go out, you drug him behind you and made sure you were far away from the car. 

“What’s wrong love?” He grabbed your hands and looked you in the eye. “I really like you Tom, I really do but I can’t do this anymore.” He let your hand go, “W-what?”

“I want to be in a relationship with you but I can’t do it.” You started getting emotional and brushed your fingers on his cheek. “I can’t take Harrison being a dick. I didn’t ask for a tag-a-long when we made us official.”

“I was going to say something to him but-”, “No need he’s your best friend and he obviously can’t handle your attention being divided. And I don’t want to be the girl who broke up two best mates.”

“But Y/N-” His voice cracked and his heart broke. “I’m sorry Tom.” You placed a kiss on his forehead and on his lips. “But I suggest you talk to him about his jealousy problem before you find another girl or it just might be you and Haz.”

You were falling in love with Tom but you couldn’t take it. You honestly felt that this was probably what Haz had wanted, for you to be gone.

Haz noticed his friends entire demeanor had changed. “What’s up mate?” He asked as Tom got in the car. “You okay?” He put his hands on Tom’s shoulder but Tom jerked away. “Fuck you Harrison!”

“What?”, “You jealous dick. You cost me one of the greatest things in mhy life.” Without another word Tom sped off. 


Haz stood outside his friends room and felt like shit as he heard him crying. He knew Tom was in love with you but he couldn’t bare losing his best friend to someone. “Tom-”, “Piss off.”

“I-I didn’t mean to-” Haz jumped as his best friend swung the door open and stood in front of him. His eyes were red and puffy, “Of course you meant it. Youu hated the idea of me being around anyone but yourself.” Tom went on a rant and after he finished Harrison felt like absolute shit. “It’s not that I don’t want you to be happy mate, it’s just it’s always been us and I thought Y/N would mess up our friendship.”

Tom shook his head, “You’re my best friend man. I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t replace you.”

After they made up Tom looked at his phone, “She answer?”

Tom just shook his head and tossed his phone. “She was the best thing that happened to me man.”

Haz nodded and knew he had to fix it.


It was Saturday morning and you were jamming to so music while trying to tidy up your apartment when you heard a knock. “Coming.” You looked out the peephole and groaned. “What?”, “Can I come in?”

You sighed and opened the door, “What?”, “Hi.” Haz said handing you flowers. You were a bit afraid because Harrison was never nice to you. “I came here to say I’m sorry and to beg you to please get back with Tom.”

It took a lot of convincing you but after Harrison sincerely apologized you left with him. “He looks like hell by the way.” Haz said while opening the door. There he was sitting on the couch staring blankly at the TV. “Tom?”

His head snapped up and his eyes grew, “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked jumping up and running to you. “Harrison came by and apologized.”

“Really?”, “Yeah.” He stood in front of you and held your hands. “Well I’ll be in my room.” Haz left and let you two talk


5 months later. 

You sat on Tom’s lap as the movie in front of you played. “Where’s Haz?” You asked. “He’s working on a script for a possible movie.” Tom mumbled. “Is he coming over? I miss that loser.”

It had been over 5 months since all three of you had worked out the issue at hand. You and Haz were closer than ever and he was like a brother to you. It took some getting used to but he finally accepted the fact his best friend was in love. 

“Don’t worry, there’s enough of me to go around.” Tom joked. “This is great. My best friend and my girlfriend finally getting along.”

Everything was in perfect harmony. You had your amazing boyfriend and Haz had his best friend. 

You and I against the world - Justin Foley

Anon: Can you write an imagine about okay fighting with Justin Foley? 


Originally posted by du-dreckstuck

You stared at your window as Justin came through it. You hadn’t seen him for days. He wasn’t answering your texts or your calls, he didn’t go to class, he wasn’t at his house or his friend’s house…And there he was now.

“Hey babe” He said. You were speechless.

“Really? That’s it?” You asked shocked, feeling angry at him for not letting you know about him and then showing up like nothing happened.

“What’s wrong?”

“You were gone for three days! I called you, I looked for you….I was worried Justin” He looked down in shame and regret but you couldn’t stop. “You could’ve sent a message at least. And now you show up here like nothing happened. What the hell Justin?!”

“I can explain” But he didn’t. He started biting his lips and he wasn’t looking you in the eye, so you could tell he was nervous.

“If you’re gonna give me an explanation, do it. If not, leave my house.” You said in a tough tone.  

“It’s not easy okay!” He screamed.

“Don’t you dare scream at me Foley”

He apologized and sat on your bed. As you saw that sad and devastating look in his eyes you understood something was wrong.  

“Did something happen?” You asked starting to get worried.

“I wanted to come to you but I-I just…” He muttered. And then he was silent for a while. “I was scared. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I just didn’t feel ready to talk about it” His voice trembled and his hands started to shiver.  “I was crying for help y/n and she just stood there looking at me and did nothing…She let him beat me up. Again.”

Justin started crying and you went to sit next to him, hugging him and trying to comfort him. His mother’s boyfriend had always treated him like shit but he didn’t deserve that. You wanted to go talk to him, tell him not to lay a hand on your boyfriend ever again or he will face you…But he was dangerous.

“I’m sorry about it. You don’t deserve that, J” You kissed his forehead.

It was devastating having him crying on your shoulder, he was so young but so broken…You couldn’t bear to see him like this. You just wanted him to be happy, that’s what he deserved.

“You know what we’re gonna do?” You said smiling “We’re taking a ride around and the city and we’ll buy lots of ice cream as dinner. Then you’ll sleep here, for the whole week. We can stop by your house and get all the stuff you need”

He nodded, drying off his tears and looking at you with a shy smile on his face.

“You’ll always have me Justin. We’ll get through this together. And someday we’ll be far away from this town, having the life we’ve always wanted. You and I against the world, that’s forever” Your boyfriend’s face lighted up and he kissed you, softly and deeply.

“I love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”


That was my first imagine so I hope you liked it :) 

The Platonic Pals Myth Debunked CANONICALLY

Ok, so bear with me here. I was talking with a Bellarke buddy this morning and realized that not everyone might have picked up on this.

She said she had been surprised by Jaha’s conversation with Bellamy and that it wasn’t something she had expected, particularly coming from Jaha specifically. She knew it seemed significant but it wasn’t until I pointed a few things out that she realized how truly significant it was.

So, WHY is it so significant that Jaha, of all people, recognises exactly what Clarke and Bellamy mean to each other and understands that the depth of their connection goes far beyond platonic pals and HOW does he seem to know that with such certainty?

Think about it.

What have we seen in flashbacks of Clarke and Jaha’s connection? Jaha has known Clarke as more or less a member of his family since she was tiny. Thanks to his connection as best friends with her parents and thanks to her connection as best friends with his son. He KNOWS Clarke. It may be something that she’d like to forget, but when you’ve been around someone for that long in both public and private situations, you don’t just unknow them. They were family for far longer than they’ve been on the outs. And it really hasn’t been all that long since all the chaos of him floating her dad and everything actually happened. I mean, sure, she’s changed and grown up a lot, but her strengths and her personality are really just more cemented than before. It’s not like she’d be unrecognizable to him from who she was before.

Anyway, the other important thing here is that he IS the father of her lifelong best friend. He KNOWS what a best friend relationship, what a platonic pal looks like on her. And he KNOWS it’s NOT what he sees between her and Bellamy. Even back to the first time he was introduced to them as a pair on his monitor when she was arguing on his behalf for Jaha to pardon him.

And in this scene, he’s quietly making it known that he, without a doubt, sees what they have and KNOWS that while she may not be ready or able to admit it verbally, Clarke is 100% NOT platonic in her devotion to Bellamy.

Bellamy is too busy thinking Jaha is utterly insane to realize the significance of what Jaha is saying. He misses the point entirely by being so focused on Clarke’s value to him and his need for her. But Jaha was trying very much to let him know that the need for each other goes both ways. And he’s someone who would know.

Guys, do you realize what this means?

THE WRITERS THEMSELVES, THROUGH JAHA, HAVE COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY DEMOLISHED THE MYTH THAT CLARKE GRIFFIN AND BELLAMY BLAKE ARE SIMPLY PLATONIC PALS. THEY’RE EVEN BLOWING AWAY ALL THOUGHT THAT THEY’RE PLATONICALLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER. THEY ARE SUBTLY BUT DEFINITIVELY SAYING, “You guys are right. You’ve been saying it all along and we’ve been lying to you and pretending to not know what you’re talking about, but it’s true. Clarke and Bellamy are as close to soul mates as you’ll ever find in this world or any other. In fact, their relationship is entirely based on Jason’s own relationship with his wife. That’s why he knows how to write soul mates so we’ll because that’s what his wife is for him. Surprise!”

What say you?

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Eight years pt.2

A/N- Hey! Omg I want to thank everyone for their lovely comments and for reading the fic. I so so grateful, like I’m crying. It got such a good response. Thank you all so so much x 

If I continue with this there will be smut, just not yet ~ sorry. 

Part 1 ~ Part 3 ~

Originally posted by cuteguk


*Jungkook’s flash back*  

Jungkook had met Seokjin in college, they were instant. So when his dear called him for lunch he was happy to accept. He didn’t know that this lunch would consist of Seokjin asking him to become the CEO of his company. He was shocked to say the least. 

“Jin why?” Jungkook asked curious why he would want to give up such a powerful job. 

“Moonbyul is pregnant with twins!” Jin says over joyed. 

“And you already have two. Man, your busy in the bedroom.” Jungkook chuckles. 

“Yeah, well I love my wife, and she’s sexy as fuck. But I want to be there for my children and get to see them grow up. I don’t want to be my father whom was to busy to come home for dinner and fucked his assistant, not that I would, I’m just saying. So please just take it over. I know you can do it!” Seokjin smiles, trying to sweeten the deal. 

“I’m happy were I am. I may not be a CEO, but I’m happy.” 

“Look my top adviser is the best in the business, I mean this women is amazing. She closes more deals then I eat, which is saying a lot.” Jin chuckles. 

“What’s her name?” 

“Y/N.” 

Here your name was enough for Jungkook. He took the job. You were his first love. It broke his heart when you stopped talking to him, he didn’t know what happened. He, like you, kept his feelings in. Jungkook now released that was the most idiotic thing hes ever done, and hes friends with Taehyung, king of ‘let’s do it!’ 

*End of flash back*  

Going to work made you nervous in the passing weeks. But you soon got back in the swing of things. Jungkook, as much as you hate to admit it, he was great at what he does. He amazing. Working so closely with him you started to loosen up and have fun with him like you used to. It was nice, but this was a whole new playing field, This wasn’t eight years ago. You and Jungkook where both adults… with desires. Why did he have to be so fucking prefect. There was times when you stayed late with him working on a deal. He would be leaning over your shoulder looking at the screen, you could smell his husky scent. His lips inches from yours. It was killing you. 

“Okay, Y/N, how about we leave it here for tonight, and get some sleep?” Jungkook asks, standing up from his desk and stretching his limbs. 

“Yes, we should!” You jump up putting your shit in your bag and putting your coat on. Jungkook chuckles. 

“Let’s go.” Jungkook holds the door open for you. You both walk to the lift and get on. Jungkook presses the ground floor. Just as it starts to close Hoseok, a co worker join the both of you. 

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” He smiles bright at you. 

“I’m good Hobi, you?” Jungkook flinches at you using his nickname. You smile bright at Hoseok. 

“I was wondering if your free on Friday night, I’d take you out?” You gasp. 

“I would love to, Hobi.” You smile. 

“Great, I’ll pick you up at eight.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, at what is unfolding in front of him. He sees a radiant smile across your face. He feels jealous running through his body, he wishes that smile was for him. 


It was finally Friday, you were excited to be going out with Hoseok. You wanted to get Jungkook out of your head. He was invading it like the plague. You had just finished writing up a document for Jungkook. You knocked on his office door. You enter when you hear a faint, ‘come in’. 

“I finished the document on the Park deal.” You walk over to his desk and set the file in front of him. Jungkook looks up at you, he gets up from his desk and walks around til hes backing you against his desk. He looks like hes about to kiss you, but he leans in and touches your cheek. 

“You had an eyelash.” You gasp at how close he was, he smirks. Little did you know he was only doing this to see if you were interested in being more than co works, which you obviously were by the way your breath hitched. Jungkook wanted you all to himself, but like eight years ago, he was shit scared of saying his feelings. 

“Thanks for the file.” He returns to his seat and you run out of his office. 


Jungkook stunt had quite the effect on you. So that’s why you were hoping Hoseok who fuck your brains out tonight. You put on your sexiest lingerie and got dressed. There was a knock at your door, you look to the clock on your dressing table. It read 7:30, Hoseok wouldn’t be this early would he. Good thing you were ready early, you slip on your heels and walk to the door, smoothing out your dress. You open the door, shocked. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You ask. 

“Don’t go out with him.” Jungkook says softly. 

“What?” Your stuned you don’t know what to say. 

“Y/N your not the only one who was in love back then. I loved you, too. I just thought you didn’t like me that way, so I never told you. So please don’t go out with Hoseok, please. Just stay and I’ll tell you everything.” 

Your mind is blown, with what hes saying. Is he here? What is happening? Jeon Jungkook loved you… what? You both stood in front of one another. Should you give into your desire, the love you never lived? 

“Please, Y/N. I love you.” 


A/N- This is so short, sorry. I hope y’all like it. Message me if you want a part three. Please give feed back, it’s always appreciated!

Thank you for reading! 

-Admin Abe x 

Of First Greetings

Summary: Kevin and Joaquin accidentally meet the squad on their second date and everyone wants to know who he is.

Rating: T

Genre: General, Canon Compliant, Fluff

Pairing: Kevin x Joaquin

Timeline: Chapter Seven: In a Lonely Place, 1x07

Word count: 1,190

“So, Pop’s?” Joaquin asks.

Kevin rubs his temples, leaning against the seat. “No, not Pop’s.”

“Why not?” Joaquin props himself against car’s dashboard, turning his body to face his boyfriend. “I thought you liked Pop’s.”

“I do, but so do all of my friends,” sighs Kevin.

The way Joaquin looks at his lap first and at through the windshield second almost passes unnoticed by Kevin. He feels something in his chest, a tug towards the back of the seat; when he swallows, his throat is dry.

“That’s not what I meant.”

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