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(n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

An arranged marriage AU.

Paring: OT7.
Genre: fluff, angst, a lot of suggestive parts and eventual smut.
Word count: 6 912 -ish
Author’s note: Surprise!! :DD bet yall didnt see this coming hmm. okay but im really nervous about this one.

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“But mom, I’m not going to live with a bunch of strangers-!”

“I had the maids pack your things last night, your bags are outside.”


Cliche is underrated.

Especially when you just got kicked out of your own house by your ever so loving parents to stay with seven boys you’ve only heard notorious things about.

Oh, and you’re supposed to pick one to marry by the end of next month.

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‘And She Was’ (Simon x OC x Negan, Part 7)

Title: “And She Was”

Characters: Simon (The Walking Dead), Negan (The Walking Dead)

Tags/Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, canon-typical violence, Negan being Negan

Art Credit: Art is mine, y’all!

NOTES: Savannah strikes a bargain with Simon, and realises that Negan might be the key to helping her get what she wants. (Thanks for all the lovely comments btw <3)

Taglist: @simons-thirst-squad @backseat-negan @collette04 @sppplendiferousfinch @kuenie @neganisking @isayweallgetdrunk @toxic-ink(if you’d like to be added, just let me know!)

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Part five!

Part Six!

My tongue is stuck behind my woolly teeth, sandpaper dry. My entire body bears a dull, throbbing ache, and my neck is twisted where my head leans against the cool ground. I feel panic begin to ebb inside me, and for a fleeting moment I numbly wonder if I’m outside. I slowly open my heavy-lidded eyes, and am confronted only by dense, velvety blackness. Like the soft underbelly of a bear, inescapable and all-consuming. A sliver of light splits the dark like a blade of grey, and I twitch my fingers. Experimenting with movement. Mouth open, saliva trailing over my chin. From beyond the door, the muffled echoes of footfalls and conversation. It passes over me as if I were underwater, the lip of the ocean foaming and rocking above me, crisp and clear and icy blue.

“Mom.” I croak, and the word echoes hollowly in the cell. I war with myself, simultaneously trying to remember how I got here, but also wary enough to press the memory far away from me. Better to not remember some things. “I messed up. I lost her.”

And then it happens – the inevitable – and I curl onto my side and start crying. The concrete feels like a relief underneath me, firm and unyielding and anchoring me to the earth. Blinking, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, I spot a pillow and a flask against the brick wall. And then the sensation of his arms around my middle brings me back with a devastating crash to the present moment, of the events preceding this. Negan threatening the Doctor. Simon grabbing me. Voices raised, and my head rolling back to stare at the dust particles rising like tiny angels to the high ceiling. The sensation of being sucked down a long, soft black chute. The respite from thought and emotion that was almost pleasant.

My chest aches with bitten-back sobs, and I gingerly force myself onto my knees and crawl to the pillow.

“Mom, I fucked it all up.” She’s not here. She’s god-knows-where, but within the metre-by-metre room I’m certain no one can hear me speak. And since what happened by the fishing lodge, I’ve refused to divulge. “There was a girl, and she was counting on me. And – and I couldn’t help. And it was so wrong and so ugly and I…” My face finds the pillow and I murmur into it, fingers curling into the fabric. Crushing it. Tears bristling into rage. “…I couldn’t do anything. It was like time stopped. After what happened with dad, I thought we’d had our share of bad luck. It thought it was over, you know? But-”

I glimpse shadows fracturing the thread of light underneath the door, and I freeze. Lifting my head from the pillow, I prop myself up and scramble to the corner of the cell, pressing my back into the wall. The door opens with a creak, and I throw an arm over my eyes as light engulfs the space. Throws itself off the dank walls thinly coated with grime. My eyes blister with it, and I duck my face into the collar of my shirt, hiding.

“Have you cooled off now, doll?” A voice says, and I refuse to remove my face from my shirt. My pulse races, and through the cotton I can see Negan’s silhouette fill the doorway. “Doll.” He sighs, as if exhausted. I hear the door creak half-shut behind him, and I slowly lift my gaze from my collar. He leans against the door-frame, looking down the bridge of his nose at me with a look of fatigue and pity.

The rage I felt has subsided into a simmering discomfort. I draw my feet closer into myself and huddle tighter against the wall as he watches me.

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Ice-cream n chill


“Stop locking me out of my own car.” Sasuke stuck his face against the drivers window glaring at the girl.

“I didn’t mean to! Its just that i thought you were a ghost! Or a murderer!” Hinata explained and fiddled the lock open.

Sasuke settled himself at the drivers seat, still glaring at her. She bodly reached out to and placed a cold hand to his cheek saying her apologies repeatedly. He sighed defeated , taking hold of her hands warming it up with his. The plastic bag around his arm made noise as he moved.

“Right, I almost forgot.” he took out the contents out of the bag. Afterall, they came out of town to this one convenience store in the middle of the night and nowhere to get
Hina some ice-cream that only sold in this particular store im the middle of nowhere. He of course did not admit that he too wanted some cold sweet treats. Although, he never liked sweets, a certain woman changed his healthy diet that involved NOT eating SUGAR.

And now here he is in his black mustang eating ice-cream with his girlfriend.

“Please tell me you got the Dreyer’s butterfinger and peanut butter cups with fugdge chocolate swirls-”

He tossed her the ice-cream stick and she immediately opened it, taking a bite. He shivered ‘How can her teeth handle that?’ he thought. His thoughts distracted by her moaning and whilst he devoured her ice-cream.

“Agh, so good. Oh my god agh kill me now, youre so good. ” she moaned. His eye twitched slightly as he watched his love moaning for an… Ice cream. He was getting a bit irritated by the fact she only moaned when well… With him. And now she is expressing such love for an ice cream in a way made him jealous.

“Can you eat THAT quietly, stupid ice cream ” he mumbled. And he too started his share of cold treat that he brought, eating the mint chocolate chip ice cream grudgingly.

She stopped and stared and him in awe. A flush forming her pale face. She was beyond embarrassed but giggled. 'he is jealous!’. She quietly finished her treat and turned to him moving herself forward and kissed him leaving him in defenceless. She quickly took a big lick on his Ice-cream.

“Fine” he fed her his Ice-cream and she slowly took a bite, him being impatient shoved the stick a bit roughly making her laugh. Her mouth reached for another bite but was stopped when he turned to his side. He ate the rest greedily than intended fearing she would devour his like an Ice cream monster she is.

When he was done, he got pulled back by Hinata and brought their lips together, both still cold. She then deepened the kiss pushing her tongue inside his mouth. He lether take control, suprised and turned on by her once in a blue moon actions. Usually he was the one taking in control, but when she sees him eating sweets somehow she likes to take the wheel.

She pulled back, and placed herself on his lap whilst placing small kisses on his neck, making him heaven, his hands roamed her back feeling her smooth skin under her blouse.

From that day on he promised himself that he would get a mini fridge stack with her favourite icey treats next to their bed. He mentally hi-fived himself and let out a small chuckle.

She stopped, pulled back now that their faces touching, “I want more” she simply said.

“hn, after we’re done” he kissed her lightly.


An: Im craving for fucking ice cream but im broke. Fuuuuuuuuuck a duck.

…does anyone else feel like Adrien would collect Tsum-Tsums 

Originally posted by tinkeperi

Just…get the mini ones and stack them on the shelves. The medium ones he cuddles to his chest when he watches anime and looks at the Ladyblog. Uses the big ones as pillows.

Just…he needs cuddles and since his mom isn’t around to give him any, and his dad clearly doesn’t give him enough…Tsum-Tsums make a nice friendly substitute, right?

Adrien and Tsum-Tsums…

when you have a full stack of mini queen jennah’s you can put them in the mystic forge to make yourself an actual, real-life sized queen jennah

handbasketofdreams replied to your photo “That moment when you decide to leave your cozy hotel to spend $55 on…”

are they part of the drink or did you just stack them on top?

Both!  There were bits of donut chunks mixed in and then he stacked three mini-donuts on top.  One for each of us.  They were super nice, and the place was really cute!

@seriouslymarythough I bet we could find something similar in Toronto for our next outing!  

All Grown Up (Christmas AU)

Hello friends, I’m back with a Christmasy scenario based on this post! Enjoy! :)

Summary: Jungkook is back from his first semester of college for the holidays, and you’re thrilled to see him again, but what happened to the shy nerd who could barely talk to girls? And when did he get so dang good looking?? 

Genre: Fluff (like major fluff) Word count: 1,410 Pairing: ReaderXJungkook

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Oreo Etiquette

this one wasn’t a prompt, only a quick drabble bc I just really wanted something at least a little bit holiday related. I’m planning on nalu making a gingerbread house next(; 

please enjoy two dumbs being dumb about the “correct” way to eat an Oreo

Lucy’s eyes were trained on the windows of the campus library, which had long since cleared out for the night. Outside, snowflakes were falling and littering the ground one by one, piling on top until what was once inches began to slowly turn into feet.

They were snowed in, and couldn’t do anything about it until morning. 

What a way to spend the night before winter break. 

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In Mountain View, Calif., a couple of miles down the road from Google, there’s a new pizza shop. Only instead of a dozen blue-collar workers pouring marinara sauce, Zume Pizza has — you guessed it! — robots and algorithms running the show.

Their job is to solve a familiar problem: It’s game night. You order pizza for you and your buddies. It arrives later than you’d hoped, aaaand it’s cold.

“Pizza is not meant to sit in a cardboard box, ever,” Zume co-founder Julia Collins says. “The best pizza you ever had came right out of the oven.”

This is the great paradox: Pizza is a delivery food that doesn’t taste as good delivered, when it’s room temperature and soggy.

Collins and I are standing inside Zume’s solution: a delivery truck that looks standard — like something from FedEx or UPS — only it has 56 mini-ovens. They’re neatly stacked into two racks on wheels.

Here’s how it works. A customer places an order on the app. Inside the Zume factory, a team of mostly robots assembles the 14-inch pies, each of which gets loaded par-baked — or partially baked — into its own oven.

Our Robot Overlords Are Now Delivering Pizza, And Cooking It On The Go

Photo: Zume Pizza

Damaged mini stack! Lord of the Flies by William Golding, The Maze Runner by James Dashner, Hans Christian Andersen Fairy Tales and Wildwood Imperium by Colin Ellis

Working in a bookstore means I’m able to get an enormous amount of books for free! Usually when a book comes in damaged from the publishers, either damaged through postage or misbound at the printers, we put through a claim and are refunded for the books as they are unsellable. Some publishing houses ask for the books to be sent back but others only ask for the barcode or back cover. Cue a booksellers dream! Yes the books are damaged and not in the best condition but I don’t think that means a book should be thrown away and I’m more than happy to add them into my collection.