anonymous asked:

Promptio - Gladio comforting Prom after a fight with his parents? Or just feeling abandoned by them?

Gladio gives the best hugs. Canon. Fact. And you know it.

Prompto hovered outside Gladio’s door, his whole body trembling.

“Who is it?” Gladio grumbled from somewhere inside.

“I-It’s me…”

The door opened almost immediately. “Prom, I thought you were having dinner with your parents –?” he broke off when he saw Prompto’s huge blue eyes, red-tinged and glassy. He rushed forward and engulfed him in a massive embrace, one hand on the back of Prompto’s head.

“They… They went out…” Prompto gulped. “Never showed up.”

“Oh Prom,” he breathed.

He was warm, and gentle, and so tender.

“Come in,” Gladio said, closing the door behind them. He led Prompto to the sofa, pulling him close and letting him climb into his lap.

As Gladio stroked Prompto’s thick blond hair, the shaking gradually subsided and he offered him a watery smile. “Thanks, Gladdy. Really.”

“Shh.” Gladio leaned down, stroked his hair back, and kissed him with slow tenderness. “I love you.”

As a thank you for reaching 150 followers, I have been writing 150 word drabbles. Requests are technically closed (as of 23rd June), but you can still send me a person or a pairing plus a word or a sentence. It just might take me a bit longer to respond now, as I’m working on other projects.

I know it’s not listed anywhere but yeah when tagging, remember ONLY the FIRST FIVE tags show up in the search. Keywords in the post itself might make the post show up, but it’s iffy. After the first tags, use the remaining tags to sort things on your own blog. 

None of this applies to reblogs, tagging those is only for blog organization. reblogs never show up in tags.

I would be neutral to or even have a slightly positive reaction to this male character if you didn’t treat him so much better than all the much cooler female characters in terms of screentime, narrative significance, and ability to survive, but because you fridge all your female characters for manpain or never let them show up, now I hate him and I hate you - a novel by me

That Really Happened (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 2,864

Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends since you were little kids, but it turns out that the games you used to play together have different results as adults.

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it gets easier to talk about but it also gets harder to talk about. i have to unfold things carefully, but the map shows better. here’s the first time i got hit by a parent, here’s the first time i got hit by a partner. they’re around the corner from each other, mirror images or hands holding or two sides of a blade. the look on people’s faces always is the same when they find out. like the words hurt them in the pit of their stomach. i feel bad when it does that; i know what it’s like to be suckerpunched. often i comfort people right after: oh, no, it’s okay, i’m okay now, it’s fine, i’m all in one piece, i got out, i’m a resilience child, i learned kindness, i found inner peace, i meditate twice a day, i do yoga and drink kale shakes and eat as if nobody ever made my teeth bleed. some of these are lies, but that is fine too, because it’s better that people don’t know an ugly truth.

sometimes i forget who in the room knows. i laugh about what happened like a punchline (get it) and people stare at me with mouths open like moons. oh my god, did that really happen to you? i don’t know. sometimes it feels like it happened to someone else, out on a distant planet. sometimes it feels like it never happened at all. sometimes it feels like it’s still happening. how can you laugh at that? and is that true? how do i say “because if i don’t laugh it’s serious” because of course it’s true. for proof: raise your hand a fraction too smooth. watch the shadow pass over my face. watch me curl away. watch me change. like a chameleon girl, i shift my shape. someone who doesn’t know laughs. you’re certainly jumpy. the girl at the table who helped me cover the bruise stares at me, watching my chest, trying to figure out if i’m panicking. he’s confused when quiet are you okay questions touch my skin - only those who know, only those who are watching.

and i smile, because it’s easier to talk about but it’s harder to admit it still effects me. memories should be left in the kingdom of dreams. sometimes i feel like i should be done with it already. i stare at a picture of cartoons that says if you don’t know these, you didn’t have a childhood. i know all but two of them. some of them i watched after it happened. i really liked scooby doo. in the end, the mask comes off and the bad guy is revealed and he goes to jail. in real life, i wait for someone to come take his mask off. it just makes him mean. the blue lights of the law never show up on the green of our lawn. i had a pretty good childhood, i think. it made me interesting, at least. i picked blueberries.

i laugh about it a lot. talk about how it’s funny that if you got abused there’s just, like, a second round of partner abuse, sitting out there, waiting for you. that you’re the most likely to pick an abuser from the crowd - or worse, like beauty and the beast, watch yourself become her. see your rotten hands and think of your father. isn’t that funny! that i can take a hit and i’d rather take a lifetime of them than be the one doing the giving just once. i talk about how you walk in the eclipse of it. that it confuses you when the sun comes out. that when you find someone who won’t hurt you, you still walk on eggshells, waiting for them to hurt you. i say it through a smile, because if you bend yourself the right way, your life looks more like comedy-drama than just plain tragedy. i watch fantastic beasts and where to find them and when the abused child turns out to be beyond saving, i hear myself laugh in a bark. or it was a sob. i can’t tell. it doesn’t matter. in my world, children like me learned about magic early, and how our own actions can turn a man from a gentle person into a savage beast. 

okay, i say, smiling, maybe if you put it that way, yeah, i was abused and it wasn’t funny. but come on. think of the puns! you could say my life was really a hit! now don’t be upset. it’s funny. it’s funny. it’s funny.


happy 18th birthday, noora amalie sætre ♡ april 6th, 1999

“what an awesome guy you are. i just can’t help but wonder what happened to you that gave you such a big inferiority complex, that shitting on a young, innocent freshman’s emotions makes you feel big and cool. never got any validation as a kid? didn’t mommy ever compliment your drawings? or was it daddy, who never showed up to your graduations? you didn’t have hair on your dick in seventh grade and got picked on for it? whatever it was, you need to get over it and start acting like a human being. stop walking around like a fucking cliché.” 

I’m always so wrong about the people I thought I knew and then the people I wrote off from the beginning always tend to surprise me. That’s why I don’t trust myself. Because even when I think I’m sure about something, I’m usually wrong. And the higher my hopes are, the further they have to fall. So from now on no more favorites, no more assumptions, no more “he would nevers.” It’s whoever shows up and proves himself that matters.

This is how I’ll love you: like the night sky holding on to her brightest stars so they won’t fall, like a lighthouse safely guiding her sailors home, like a flower rising toward her sun, like the wave gently lapping against her shore, like a flame igniting, burning herself over and over again for the one she loves.

This is how you’ll love me: from a distance, close enough to touch, but never close enough to let yourself get hurt. Never close enough to let me in. Walking on eggshells, tiptoeing around your feelings like there was a way for you to avoid catching them.

This is how we’ll end: I ask you to meet me halfway, but you never show up. I ask you to tell me what you want but you never know yourself. I ask you to let me go because I cannot stay for someone who does not know for sure if he wants me to. So we end how we began. But, tell me, if there was no beginning, how can there ever be an end? If all we did was go in circles, how can we stop?

—  how we loved / n.j.

Concept: brave knight ventures forth to rescue princess from evil dragon, only to discover when she reaches dragon’s lair that princess never showed up, and dragon is pretty peeved about it herself.

Knight and dragon enter uneasy alliance to figure out where princess went.

Road trip!

BTS in group projects
  • Seokjin: Wants everything his way, lowkey pushes his partners to get in the center
  • Yoongi: Gives out all of the ideas, and plans the criteria, but never shows up to help
  • Hoseok: Always cheering his partners and motivating them, has probably one line of notes
  • Namjoon: Ends up being the only one talking when its time to give the presentation
  • Jimin: Takes lots of notes, sticks magazine cut outs on the poster.
  • Taehyung: Doesn't do anything, and claims that he did all the work
  • Jungkook: Designs the poster, and writes the title in bubble letters
Know what kind of volleyball player you are:

I was watching this video ‘How to be a Volleyball player’ 

and this happened:

The noob: Hinata Shouyou

The one who is too loud: Tanaka Ryuunosuke

The tall guy who can´t jump: Tsukishima Kei

The exaggerator: Nishinoya Yuu

Bench warmer: Ennoshita Chikara

The drama queen: Bokuto Koutarou

The one who never shows up: Kyoutani Kentarou

The one with the weird serve routine: Miya Atsumu


The setter: the one who blames the team for everything

- You really expect me to get that…?

- You´re way to slow… it´s not that hard!!!!

epikegster 2k14 “Oh” au
  • in an au where parse never showed up to epikegster, i like to think jack had his “oh” moment in the hazy dark of that cold, loud winter night
  • (like, what could be more different than graduation? in the warm, bright day, scared but certain of his immediate future, speaking to his father in soft french while bells and birds sing overhead?)
  • it’s a different kind of “oh” – it’s not one last shot before everything changes, it’s one more layer of confusion and uncertainty as he enters his final semester at samwell
  • but it’s also…comforting.

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