look what i found digging through my stuff

pearlgirl710  asked:

Happy birthday!!!!! i held off on asking all day bc i couldnt think of anything good, but maybe this will work???? Klance, in the coffeeshop royalty AU, "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue"!! and it doesnt need to wedding themed if you dont want, it can be one thing or four mini things whatever is more interesting or easier for you!! I love your writing so much btw, and i look forward to what you do with this!!

hmmm this is a tricky one, but i think what i’ll do is combine all of these things into one fic but not make it wedding themed :) hopefully that works for you! see if you guys can spot each one <3

Keith has gotten used to sleeping late in Paris, because Lance lets him get away with it. Shiro had always insisted on him rising early because he had to be at the coffee shop early, and even on days when Keith wasn’t working he hadn’t been allowed to sleep in. Here, Keith curls up in bed until eight or nine, when Lance will call him and coax him awake with promises of eating lunch together when Lance takes his break from his internship. 

He’s taken to sleeping in Lance’s shirts, and even though Lance complains he hasn’t made him stop yet – one time Keith is pretty sure he leaves a sweater draped over the back of a chair on purpose, because Lance is usually pretty meticulous about his clothing being taken care of. 

Keith likes Lance’s clothing because they’re usually really soft and well made, and they smell like Lance, an interesting mixture of woodsy smoke and clean soap. When he wakes up one Saturday morning, he buries his nose in the collar of his shirt and drifts back into a hazy sleep, until his phone rings shrilly on the nightstand. 

“Good morning!” he hears Lance chirp when he holds the phone up to his ear. 

“Morning,” Keith mumbles, sitting up and rubbing at his eye with a fisted hand. The sleeves of the shirt cover his palms, and he rubs the soft material against his cheek just because he can. “You done for the day?”

“Yep!” Lance says. There’s a slight noise that indicates he’s in a car, probably being driven home. “I’ll be there in about ten minutes. You gonna be ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Keith says, yawning. “See you soon.”

“Bye, love,” Lance says, blowing a kiss over the phone. Keith hears one of his guards bark out a laugh before the call disconnects. 

Keith showered the night before, so he stumbles over the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. While in there, he spots the soft blue stud earrings Lance had bought for him last weekend while they were shopping, and he puts them in his ears, already thinking of pairing them with another one of Lance’s shirts. 

When Lance arrives, he’s sitting on the chaise in the living area, curled up with a book, smothering a yawn into yet another too-long shirt sleeve. 

“Are you gonna steal all of my clothing?” Lance asks, laughing. He loosens his tie and throws a briefcase on the counter, already shrugging out of his own shirt. 

“What’s the point of a rich and powerful boyfriend if I can’t have all your clothes,” Keith says, unrepentant, and wiggles more comfortably into the shirt for emphasis. 

“I knew you were in it for the designer sweaters,” Lance calls out from the other room, before walking back through with a t-shirt on. “You ready to go?” 

“Yep,” Keith says, carefully placing a sliver of paper into the book. 

“Oh, hey, wait, that reminds me,” Lance says, walking towards his briefcase. “I found this while I was walking out for breakfast this morning, I thought you might want it.” He digs through the briefcase and holds out a thin enamel bookmark with a tassel on top, covered in a stunningly colorful map of Paris. “You know, so you don’t keep using receipts and stuff.”

Keith takes the bookmark and holds it gently, tilting it in the light. “It’s beautiful,” he says, looking up at Lance. He narrows his eyes suspiciously. “What did you do?”

“Hey, you just pointed out how rich and powerful I am,” Lance says, waggling his eyebrows. “I just wanted to get my adorable and forgiving boyfriend a gift.”

“Lance,” Keith says sternly, but he’s starting to smile. 

“Fine,” Lance says, sighing. “We have to go to a banquet tomorrow night. It’s going to be really long and boring and I’ll have to introduce you to about fifty different people you won’t have to remember, and it’s gonna last until one in the morning.”

“Hmm,” Keith says. “Sounds fun.” 

“It’s gonna be black tie so like, we may have to also go shopping,” Lance says tentatively. Keith makes a face – Lance’s clothing is fun to wear, but Keith has no interest in being part of the shopping experience. Lance’s stuff is all specifically tailored to fit him, which means fittings, which means waiting while people measure each part of your body while trying to force champagne and little canapes on you. He’s already been through it twice for other important dinners, because apparently he’s not allowed to wear the same outfit twice.

Lance is making puppy dog eyes at him. “We can go to that museum you wanted to,” he says, wheedling. “You know I can convince Shay to let us.”

“Fine,” Keith says. “But I’m not getting a whole new outfit. Just the parts I can’t get away with wearing again.”

“That’s fine,” Lance says, reaching out and tugging Keith close against him. “I’ll let you have one of my old ties, no one will notice. Thank you, baby.” 

“Yeah yeah,” Keith says, sighing, but he doesn’t really mind, especially when Lance puts a finger under his chin and tilts his head up for a kiss. They end up thirty minutes late to their lunch reservation, but there really are a lot of perks to having a prince for a boyfriend.

Cry Baby 6 (Josh x Reader)

Originally posted by zevranaraiinai

Fandom: Until Dawn

Character: Josh Washington 

Word Count: 1,091

Warning: Swearing

A/N - The link to the last parts, this part is based off of Pity Party. Another update because I love you all <3

You told him it wasn’t a good idea, but when does Josh ever listen? The answer is if it suits him. When he asked for your advice on throwing one of his parties, (The twins had been missing for a few months now), and you said no, it didn’t stop him, despite all of your protests.

Did my invitations disappear
Why’d I put my heart on every cursive letter?
Tell me why the hell no one is here
Tell me what to do to make it all feel better

”They’ll come”, Josh insisted, “I know they will”. You watched painfully as he sat recording different messages for everyone of your friends, he looked so happy, the happiest you’d seen him in months. You let him be, but feelings of guilt chewed away at you, would this temporary happiness be worth it when nobody turned up?

Maybe it’s a cruel joke on me
Whatever, whatever
Just means there’s way more cake for me
Forever, forever

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Ring Pops and Lifesavers (Michael Clifford)

Age 6

“My mum said that she and my dad are best friends and that’s why they got married,” the boy sitting across the table from you explained, “And you’re my best friend, so does that mean we should get married?” You tilted your head in thought before looking at him curiously.

“What do married people do?” you asked. Michael took a moment to think himself.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “I think they just have sleepovers every night and eat together and hold hands and stuff.”

“Well, we do that stuff too,” you mentioned.

“Then are we already married?” he asked with slightly wide eyes.

“I don’t think so,” you shook your head, “My mum and dad have rings they wear all the time, but we don’t.”

“We should get some then.”

“How do we do that? Dad said it took him two years to save money for Mum’s ring.”

Michael began digging through his backpack, pulling out his lunchbox. He opened it, searching until he found what he was looking for. He opened the package at an angle you couldn’t see, only to smile when he revealed what he was holding. He held out the cherry-flavored Ring Pop to you, a goofy grin on his face.

“Will you marry me?” he asked. You immediately went into your own backpack, pulling out a pack of gummy Lifesavers. You dug out a bright blue one and held it out to Michael.

“Only if you’ll marry me,” you said. You both giggled and nodded to answer each other’s questions. Michael put the Ring Pop on your finger and you put the Lifesaver on his as you continued your giggling fits.

“I’m happy we’re married now,” Michael told you, leaning forward and kissing your cheek. You smiled brightly, kissing his cheek in return.

“Me too, Mikey,” you replied.

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Hi friends! I’ve met someone locally who’s got an interest in Norse polytheism and is just starting to define their practice really. I could dig through my resources, but the fact is that’s just not my area of expertise. I don’t know what sort of things to look out for, or where the reliable stuff can be found. I’d rather ask you lot! 

So I’m looking for beginning resources for Norse polytheism / Heathenry. Can anyone help me out?  

Bless You

Set post midseason finale. I’m gonna pretend Trip is alive for a while longer because I’m in denial. Skye is faced with the aftermath of the temple and that well… Shakes things up.

(Sorry for the long slab - Im on mobile) (I fixed it)


Skye keeps her hands at her sides, her fingers drumming on her legs nervously. She is sitting on the edge of the table in the conference room on the Bus, the screen in front of her showing all the information she managed to find about herself, the Obelisk, the temple and what could be her gift, given recent events.

She doesn’t feel very different, aside from the fact that her skin is silky smooth from that strange exfoliation. Plus it feels like her energy has been restored entirely in the temple. Like she was reborn, renewed in a way. Just like Raina said.

She shudders thinking back on the temple, but is shaken from her thoughts when Jemma walks in, a soft smile settling on her face.

“Hello, Skye.”


“Have you found anything?” Jemma asks and leans against the table next to her, pulling up a picture of the Obelisk.

“So much, really. Especially since I’ve started digging through old Shield files. It’s all a blur though. I mean, this is all so strange. I don’t know what to make of half of this, plus I don’t know what exactly I’m looking for.”

“So it’s nothing new,” Jemma laughs softly and Skye grins.

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