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ML Ultimate Guess Who fic recs

I just finished binge-reading every single fic in the ML Ultimate Guess Who Challenge, where 42 (42!!!!) writers’ fics were published anonymously, and the fandom guesses who they are based on their writing style, chosen plot, or just arbitrarily (lol). This was organized by @mlficwritersanon​, and they even have prizes for it. It’s great. Reading all these was a TREAT, and now I have less than an hour left to submit my guesses. But before I do that, I thought I’d make a rec list of my favorites in the collection, without knowing who the authors are. (Which is kind of the whole point of the challenge, I think?)

COMMENCE REC’ING!

One Size Fits All (or- Harder-Better-Faster-Stronger)
In which Kim becomes Ladybug. Just putting a link to this already makes me cackle. This is so well-written! It’s in Kim’s voice, and it’s so 100% solid and adorable and appropriately exasperating at times and just altogether enjoyable. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. It’s one of the lesser kudo’d fics in the collection, and that baffles me.

Premier Amour
A classic reveal fic that tugged on my heartstrings like heck.

Macaron Kisses
This piece is filled to the brim with wonderful imagery, heartwarming descriptions, and giggle-inducing feels. Exquisite.

Dredging Up the Past
If you’re a fan of Ladybug!Sabine (and even if you aren’t) this will be so worth your time. Sabine and Tikki interactions, and lots and lots and lots of family feels packed in a sweet little ficlet. I would not mind at all to know more about this AU.

Tomorrow’s Troubles
OKAY. LISTEN. THIS. THIS. THIS FIC. THis fic filled my heart with bittersweet, sad happiness, and I was resigned and excited to how it might end unTIL THE ENDING SUCKERPUNCHED ME LIKE FREAKIN’ FRICK WHO DOES THAT ALD;JFA;LKDSJF;LAJDLFJAL;SD THIS IS AMAZINGGAAAAAHHHHH

A Queens Relevation
A Chloé fic pretending to be Ladynoir. Or a Ladynoir fic pretending to be a Chloé fic. Or it’s not pretending at all, and it’s both at the same time and doing an A+ being it. Miraqulous squad feels with amazing introspection and well-written character interactions. Very nicely done.

Bladeybug
Gotta admit that a lot of this fic flew over my head, but I cannot deny its awesomeness. It would be a crime to not rec it.

A simple woman
A reveal fic involving Mme. Bustier, with lots of Adrienette/Ladynoir cuteness. Wonderful.

Orion’s Belt
Afla;djfl;ajdf;alkjd;lgksjfgl THE LADYNOIR FEELS.

Dryer Machines and Lost Masks
There’s one golden Sabine line here, but to quote it would be to spoil the whole thing. So just read this hilarity.

must be love
ALL THE LADYNOIR FEELS ALDKJFA;LKDJF;ADJ;GAD;FKA;KDFA

No Matter How You Spin It
Fun squad interaction, Adrien being super observant Sherlock would be proud, and more sassy-but-actually-nice-it-you-look-closely-enough Chloé. But I’m mostly here for the onesies and the cake.

It Had to be Her…
YES. YES. YES TO THIS. LISTEN TO ME.  If you enjoyed my fic Friendly Competition, GO READ THIS FIC IMMEDIATELY.

A Familiar Pattern
This is the first fic I read out of the whole bunch. Golden friendly!Adrienette interaction, and….uh….not-so-friendly-but-actually-hot-and-sickeningly-sweet Adrienette/Ladynoir interaction. BLESS THIS FIC. READ IT AND GIVE ALL THE KUDOS.

dropping hints
Someone please save Chat Noir. This is all GOLD, my goodness, I was cackling the whole time. Please read and enjoy.

Just Asking For Some Privacy
Miraculous Squad hilarity! The interactions are AMAZING, and so in-character…. or at least as in-character as they could be while in full on panic and mortification. BRILLIANT.

Mint Two-Lips
The Adrienette/Ladynoir is STRONG in this one. I would love, love, love, love a sequel!

Her
I- I’m not- I don’t think I can write a description that can give it this fic justice. It destroyed and repaired my heart and I literally had tears in my eyes at the beauty of this fic. The collection was enjoyable, but this one is my ultimate favorite in this whole thing. MAGNIFICENT. 


Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who participated in this, especially the organizers.

If anyone needs it again, here’s the link to the collection. Happy reading! 

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any 8th year fics that deal with quidditch? I cant seem to find any. Thank you!

HEY so I’m going to totally use this ask as an opportunity to list all of my favorite quidditch-related fics, eighth year and otherwise. Sorry but THAT’S JUST THE LIST THAT I FEEL INSPIRED TO MAKE RIGHT NOW SO I’M GOING TO DO IT BECAUSE I RUN THIS BLOG MUAHAHAHAHA (I will make sure to note all of the eighth year ones though!)

Drarry and Quidditch

Seeker, Chaser, Keeper by VivacissimoVoce (59K)- Rumor has it that a wealthy investor is starting up a brand new professional Quidditch team and he’s looking for players. Harry and Draco both want to make the team, but there can be only one Seeker. Will competing for the position bring them closer or drive them further apart?
This fic is great and one of my favorite quidditch-themed fics! If you’re looking for quidditch quidditch quidditch, this would definitely be one of my top picks. I don’t want to spoil the result of the tryouts, but trust me it’s wonderful!

Against All Odds by momatu (54K)- Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.
This fic is freaking AMAZING. The romance is so damn good. SO GOOD MUCH ROMANCE!! And it features Teddy!!! I seriously love everything about it and it is one of my all time favorites <3 Draco is running a quidditch school and Harry is a last minute emergency addition to the staff ;)

To the Winner Go the Spoils by MiladyMorningstar (5K)- He caught the snitch. He caught the snitch. Bloody buggering fucking shit; he actually fucking won! He has a prize to cash in.
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Draco places a bet on the outcome of the annual Slytherin/Gryffindor quidditch game: If he wins, a certain bespectacled, green-eyed Gryffindor has to do whatever Draco says. And Draco has an awful lot to say.

This fic is short and pretty much a PWP, but it does feature a quidditch game (upon which an amazing bet is placed) and DAMN IT’S HOT. Possibly Eighth Year

The Bet by firethesound (6K)- Harry really should know better than to make any sort of bet with a Slytherin.
This is another fic with an amazing bet placed on the outcome of a quidditch game, but rather than being a PWP, it is just SO SWEET AND FLUFFY AND CUTE ^-^ Eighth Year!

A Series of Malfoy Events by lomonaaeren (59.5K)- Harry saves Draco’s life. That should be the end of it. Except it isn’t, because Draco keeps coming up with crazy things—and Harry goes along with it because he can’t wait to see what Draco’s going to come up with next.
This fic was hilarious and fluffy and ridiculous and I loved it. Draco is the only (professional) quidditch player, but his games feature pretty heavily in the plot!

(Un)calculated Risk by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (7K)- He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco’s head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant. What all of it meant. And then Draco decided, fuck it, he was going to risk it. They were going to risk it together, Harry and Draco.
This is a LOVELY little fic with amazing smut and an amazing game of quidditch at the end, in which Harry plays to win both the game AND DRACO’S HEART <3. Eighth Year!

Because It’s Raining by @gracerene09 (3K)- Harry doesn’t care if it’s raining and it’s “not a real game”, he’s not letting Draco catch the Snitch.
Part of the wonderful gift-to-this-world series 50 Reasons to Have Sex, Harry and Draco finish a quidditch scrimmage alone after everyone else goes inside and then Harry has a GLOVE (and also a Malfoy) KINK <3 Eighth Year!

The Swaggering Plimpies (or This One Time, At Quidditch Camp…) by RurouniHime (29.5K)- Draco has an idea, and Harry’s just the one to help him.
This fic is adooooorable and even though Harry and Draco are coaches (for their kids) instead of players, there’s lots and lots of Quidditch and the kids are lovely and it’s all so sweet and COME ON THEY’RE CO-COACHES!!! :D

Fuck You/Thank You by lq_traintracks (2K)- Merlin, no one pisses Harry off like this arsehole. No one in the five years he’s been reffing. Not in the twenty-five years he played the game himself. No one ever.
CLASSIC hot angry quidditch locker room sex. Harry is a player and Draco is the referee and THAT’S ALL I’M GONNA SAY READ THIS.

Seeing Stars (brighter than the constellations) by @carpemermaidtales (7.5K)- After “accidentally” overhearing a rumour that Harry Potter is hung, Draco cashes in a few favours to ensure he’s the reporter doing the Puddlemere United post-game interview with the team’s prized Seeker in the team locker room.
As you can probably guess, the quidditch here is secondary to the amazing hilarious dialogue and the freaking hot smut, but the interview is ostensibly about quidditch so I say it counts!!!

One More Time (Let’s Do It Again) by huldrejenta (6K)- Draco preferred his life free from the unforeseen and the uncontrollable. Surely he could handle Potter, though, friends with benefits or not. But since when had anything involving Potter gone according to plan?
A sweet, slow-feeling (despite being pretty short) fic in which Draco and Harry are forced to work together to train a new group of professional seekers. Contains pining pining pining!

Body Logic by unbroken_halo (13K)- There’s one thing that’s keeping Harry from propositioning Draco, not the least of which is the pain in his arse.
Harry is a professional quidditch player and Draco is his team’s FREAKING MASSAGE THERAPIST!!! And Harry has sexy tattooooooooos <3

Pokemon the First Movie Sentence Starters

  • “I, of course, want something more. Much more.”
  • “If you’re in this place, I guess you must be the same as all of us are.”
  • “Everybody here’s a copy.”
  • “I’ll do anything to see you again.”
  • “And the stars are the little lights that twinkle all night, just so we won’t feel alone in the dark.”
  • “It feels like it’s time to say goodbye.”
  • “It mustn’t remember this! Administer the serum!”
  • “Was everything before… just a dream?”
  • “Am I only a copy?”
  • “So I am simply the end result of your experiment. What becomes of me now that your experiment is over?”
  • “Trust me, and I’ll show you a way to focus your powers in a way that will make you invincible.”
  • “I am in control now.”
  • “But why am I here?”
  • “My creators have used and betrayed me, so I stand alone.”
  • “I’m too weak to work, ____.”
  • “She’s really small, but really pretty.”
  • “You know another way in?”
  • “Your usefulness has ended.”
  • “You have been under my control.”
  • “You’re just a bully!”
  • “I was hoping there’d be a party.”
  • “As the victor, I now claim my prize.”
  • “It’s futile to try and escape my power.”
  • “I don’t have time for your dumb motto today!”
  • “I am sparing your lives, for the moment.”
  • “The hour of my vengeance draws near.”
  • “The clones shall inherit the world.”
  • “Are you afraid to find out which one of us is greater?”
  • “So you do have some fight in you.”
  • “This just proves that fighting is wrong.”
  • “Someone’s gotta say no, and refuse to fight.”
  • “It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.”
  • “But perhaps for you these events are best forgotten.”
  • “Well, I guess we’re just here because we’re here.”
  • “Well maybe you’re just seeing things, ___.”
  • “I don’t have a clue how we got here, but who cares.”

I’m a man.

When I was born my grandfather congratulated my dad for having a son, and thanked my mother for giving my father a son. I got my grandfather’s name.

When I was a child, I could play with LEGO, because “Lego is a boy thing” and that helped my creativity. My ability to solve problems was stimulated.

I got HotWheels car-washes and gas stations. I also got a box of plastic tools, to assemble and disassemble toy cars and trucks. That also stimulated my creativity and developed my logic capability, which is good for every child.

In my school day, the girls wore skirts and my friends lifted their skirts. It was a mess, So they were forbidden to wear skirts. I never saw a boy actually get punished for it though, after all “Boys are just like that. Took after his father this menace” - is what I usually heard

At home, with my family, I liked to play house with a younger cousin. We were around eight. I was the dad, she was the mom and the dolls were our children. While playing, when i carried the dolls in my arms my mother would get mad: “Let go of that doll boy, that’s a girl thing”. And my little cousin’s father, when he saw us playing, wouldn’t let her do it either. He said boys play with boys and girls play with girls because “boys are very stupid, and worse, very forward”. I did not consider myself stupid, and did not understand what he meant by “forward”, but I still did as I was told

At Christmas, my sister got a Barbie and I got a beyblade. She cried a bit because my toy was much cooler than hers, but every year my mother made the same mistake, and got her a doll, a toy stove, a toy fridge, a blender, everything pink, once mom got her an iron

When I turned 15 and started dating, my father bought me some condoms
During my teenage years, no one criticized me for kissing lots of girls. Nowadays, that still stands.

My father does not get mad at me when I don’t come home for the night, He does not say I need to be a “family boy”. He never slapped me in the face for thinking I’d spent the night at a motel.

No one lectures me saying I need to be reserved and play hard to get.
No one judges me when I want to be with a girl and take initiative

No one cares about my clothes; no one says I have to preserve myself.
No one says I have to preserve myself because “women only think about sex”

No one think my girlfriends were only with me for sex.
No one thinks that, when I have sex, that I’m submitting to the wishes of my partner
No one demonizes my orgasms.

I was never judged for carrying condoms in my backpack or in my wallet
I never had to hide my condoms from my parents.

I was never told to marry a virgin because I was a man
I was never told that “men have to value themselves” or that I had to “give myself the respect”. Apparently, my gender already makes me worthy of respect.

When I go out into the streets no one tells me I’m “delicious”
No unknown woman shouts “smoking hot” my way
I can walk down the streets having an ice cream cone at ease, because I know I won’t hear things like “drop that and come suck me”. I can even walk down the streets eating a banana

I never had to cross a street, even though it was out of my way, to avoid a group of women in a bar, who will probably catcall me when I pass, embarrassing me

I never had to walk in sweatpants, because my shorts leave my legs exposed, and that could be dangerous
I never heard someone say I was “shameless” because I went out without a shirt
No one regulates my work out clothes
No one cares about my clothes period.

I was never followed by a woman in a car when I was walking back home

I can catch a crowded subway everyday and surely no woman will rub against me, to record it and throw it on some porn website

No one ever had to create a subway wagon that was “just for men”

I never heard of someone of my gender being raped by a crowd

I can get on a bus by myself in the middle of the night
When I’m not carrying anything valuable, I no longer feel threatened, because I don’t fear getting raped at any moment, at every corner. That risk does not exist in the minds of the people of my gender.

When I go out at night I can wear whatever clothes I want.
If I suffer any kind of violence, no one blames me for being drunk, or for wearing certain clothes
If, one day, I was raped, no one would say it was my fault; that I was somewhere inadequate, that I had on a revealing outfit
No one would try to justify the rape based on my behavior
I would be treated as a VICTIM and that would be it.

No one thinks I’m vulgar because when it’s cold, my nipples show through my shirt

When I have sex with a woman on the first date I practically get a standing ovation. No one calls me a “tramp”, or “easy” or a “whore” because I have casual sex sometimes

99% of porn websites are made to please me and men in general
No one is shocked when I say I watch porn
No one judges me if I say I love sex
No one cares if I read erotic literature
No one is surprised to hear I masturbate

No mother-in-law will tell her daughter not to marry me because I’m not a virgin

No one criticizes me for investing in my career
When I have the same job position as a woman, my salary is never inferior to hers
If I am promoted, no one says it’s because I slept with my boss. People believe in my merit
If I have to travel for work and leave my kids with their mother for a few days no one calls me irresponsible

No one finds it strange that, at thirty years old, I still don’t have kids

No one guesses my sexual orientation based on the length of my hair
When my hair starts to grey, people will find it sexy, not think I’m letting go of myself

Society does not see my virginity as a prize

90% of military services are destined to people of my gender, even the higher jobs, in which the official only deals with paperwork and management

If I go out with a certain outfit no one says I’m “asking for it”

If I’m at a club and a woman performs oral sex on me, I’m not the “whore” or the “tramp”, she is.
If a video of me having sex with a woman gets leaked, no one will call me names, criticize me, stone me. I won’t be the “disgusting little bitch” I won’t be “trash” or “used” or “cheap”. I’d just be the man, fulfilling my alpha guy position in society.
If I lead a promiscuous lifestyle and then fall in love with just one woman, people think its beautiful. No one judges me based on my past.

No one says it’s disgusting if I don’t shave myself

No one would judge me for being a single dad. On the contrary, I’d be seen as a hero.

I’ll never be stopped from occupying a higher position in the Catholic Church for being a man

I was never beaten up for being a man
I was never obligated to do housework for being a man
I never had the obligation to learn how to cook for being a man
No one tells me my place is in the kitchen for being a man

No one says I can’t curse for being a man
No one says I can’t drink for being a man

No one stares at my plate if I put a lot of food in it

No one justifies my foul mood by blaming it on hormones

No one has ever made jokes that undermined my intelligence for being a man

When I sometimes mess up in traffic no one says “It had to be a man”

When I’m polite to a woman she doesn’t automatically assume I’m hitting on her

The term “tramp stamp” did not come into existence because men were seen as cheap

No one treats my body as just a tool for giving pleasure to the opposite sex
No one thinks I’ll have to be submissive to a future wife

I was never judged for drinking beer at table in which I was the only man

I’m never the target audience for house cleaning products ads
I’m the target audience for beer ads

No one’s ever asked me if my girlfriend lets me cut my hair. I cut it when I want to and people understand that.

There isn’t haze at USP (a university) that promotes my humiliation and objectification

Society doesn’t split my gender in “to marry” and “to whore”

When I say “no” no one thinks I’m just playing hard to get. No is no.

I don’t have to dress a certain way to avoid having women falling into temptation

People of my gender were not raped each 40 minutes in São Paulo last year
People of my gender don’t get raped every 12 seconds in Brazil
People of my gender didn’t get raped by a crowd during protests in Egypt

I’m not a man. But if you are, it’s fundamental to admit that society AS A WHOLE needs feminism
Don’t underestimate suffering that you don’t understand.

— 

Camila Oliveira Dias

(This was originally in portuguese and I translated it, there are very slight alterations, because some expressions don’t have exact correspondents in english, I did my best, if you find any typos please message me, and I will correct them.)

The Note Tree ❋ L.H. Pt.10

Part T E N 

Summary: A cherry blossom tree, residing at the farthest part of the schools courtyard. Nobody dwelled there, and you didn’t care much for it. Until you kept hearing one song played over and over, with lyrics changed to touch at your curiosity. They knew you were listening, and one day you gave in and made your way to the pink tree. Waiting for you, a series of notes tied to a single strand of string.

Word Count: 5.5k+

AN: blAH here’s part 10 for you guys! im making this finally a bit more eventful as it was going slow. but here you guys go and i really hope you enjoy it very much! remember, 100 notes pls and thank you :) xx 

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

I M A G I N E 

Wednesday

“We are taking the seniors to a trip in the woods!” The principal announces into the black entity worth of a microphone. 

Everyone was told to file into the auditorium immediately when the doors were opens and the morning announcements echoed through the corridors. More specifically, the seniors were requested. So, you trotted into the large room with ease, your friends easily finding you in the crowd as you chose seats towards the very back, left corner of the theatre. 

It was an extraordinarily large theatre, might you admit. The cozy, cushion red chairs were ornate in rows of three, each horizontal row owning about 12 seats before going down to the next ones. Overhead was another floor of chairs, just for the sake of using more space and having a cooler, higher sight to see kids reenact the horrid tragedies of Shakespeare. Because, honestly, what other play writers do people actually know that deserve to be mainstream? 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Alexis hummed beside you, nudging your shoulder gently in pure concern. 

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you croaked, your elbow planted upon the arm rest as you leaned your cheek against your fist. You lied; you were actually sleep-deprived and starved. After the tutoring with Luke, you were too stuck in thought due to Luke’s damned words and shameless stripping as his way to learn. It bothered you so much so that you couldn’t capture one wink of sleep. You were up all night, wondering in the dark about this blonde, blue-eyed dolt. 

“You don’t look too well,” Des hummed, bringing her gentle hand to plant it upon your forehead. The coolness of her fingers sent goosebumps around your body, but you ignored it with ease. “Your forehead is a little warm…” 

“I doubt I have a fever, or any sort of sickness for that matter,” you said in a hush tone, your eyes focused on the principal, who (in your head) started to sound like a character from Charlie Brown. Des relieved her hand from your forehead, exchanging worried glances with Alexis as Des turned to pat Savannah to inform her. 

“A few of your professors are currently handing out permission slips, regardless to those who are already 18 or above,” Principal Michaels spoke, having you chuckle from the way he held the wooden podium. The pale-white, brown mustached, green-eyed authority stood at the podium all high and mighty like he was some sort of god. “I apologize for such short notice, but it’ll be for this coming Friday and we should come back by Sunday…” 

You sounded him out, unable to keep up with his annoying, raspy voice. With not even a hint of sleep, you couldn’t be asked with a monotonous lectured about a trip that only needed 2 basic sentences: “we’re going camping” and “here’s what you need by Friday.” You understood that nobody could religiously follow you in your energy conservation belief, but you knew as fact that your fellow classmates were bored out of their asses. 

“Nice sweater,” chimed a male, pretty familiar voice, behind you. The girls turned, with the Principals’s voice acting as background to find Nathan right behind you. Sweater? How uncultured. But nonetheless, you looked down at the new Linkin Park sweatshirt with ease and released a curt smile. 

“Thanks,” you spewed simply, slowly focusing yourself on getting a few minutes of sleep as your eyelids began to sink down. So sleepy… if only I could just doze off for a few minutes…

“Y/N.” Nathan’s voice spoke right into your ear, having you snap your neck away and open your eyelids. You divert your eyes over to your right shoulder, where Des sat and Nathan’s face appeared at your outer periphery. “Are you tired?” 

“Just a bit,” you spat simply. “But keep in mind it’s morning and I’m in school, forced to study and interact with the likings of you, Nathan.” 

“Yeesh, cold,” Nathan hummed in offense. You saw a bit of his fluffy chestnut hair bounce to the front of his forehead, having you smirk. You recalled how Luke said he had ‘stolen’ Ashton’s haircut, and he was very true on his similar it was. But then Nathan’s eyes met with yours and an influx of Luke’s ocean eyes came into your mind. “You must be real tired if you’re this crabby. Want a supplement?” 

As Nathan dug into his pocket in search of his offer, Des brought her hand up and slapped him on the back of his head. 

“Fuck, Odessa,” Nathan groaned, using his free hand to rub the future bruise. “The fuck was that for?” 

“If you drug Y/N, I’ll literally rip out your eyes with my nails,” Savannah hissed, flashing up her pastel nails with fake diamonds encrusted upon it in a rather adorable form. Des quickly grabbed the blonde girls wrists, muttering ‘down girl’ as though she were a dog. 

“Relax,” Nathan spoke quietly, throwing his hands up in defense. “I’d never drug sweet little Y/N here. Besides, I know she isn’t gonna take it anyways. I just decided to offer for the slight chance that she should.” 

Already annoyed, you pull on the hood of the sweatshirt over your head. You ensured every spec of hair left out was tucked it kindly before folding your arms over your chest. Alexis did you the favor of gently placing her hand on the side of your head and tugging you over to lean on her shoulder. You emit a yawn, feeling tears well up in your eye sockets as you studied the several shadows of heads in front of you, blocking the view of the Principal. 

Your mind suddenly began to wander over the whereabouts of Luke R. Hemmings. You hated yourself for a brief moment, but succumbed to the reality of things: Luke is now someone kinda important. You couldn’t really explain to anyone, moreover yourself, but Luke is so persistent that he’s managed to put himself in your small circle of people. Fuck me, you thought. This is so annoying. I never asked for this

“Now, for those who have attended this school since middle school know how this very trip works,” Principal Michaels hummed, having you roll your eyes as you forced yourself awake for his blabbering. It might be important. “But this year we have decided to… revamp a few traditional customs.” 

The camping trip, though annoying, was an infamous tradition in the school. It was a 3 day trip to hell in which you ‘become one with the woods’ and ‘get closer together with your fellow campers.’ But basically it was a trip full of boring activities that included getting splinters when climbing trees, doing a safer version of sky lining, and getting wet in some lake. There are groups of 4 with teachers as the leaders and each team tries to rack up enough points in order to get some ‘cool prize.’ 

Your guess was an sharpened pencil that said ‘College Bound!’ or some corny shit like that. 

“This should be shit,” you muttered under your breath, feeling Alexis snort from your response. 

“A few e-mails showed up in my inbox with a more fun suggestion for the trip,” Principal Michaels hummed excitedly, reminding yourself of an old grandma content to receive several rolls of yarn. “So we’ve decided to allow students to be the camp leaders instead of our staff.” 

Several quiet chatters and murmurs ensued as you allowed your eyes to droop shut. 

“Maybe I can be a leader,” Nathan hummed, leaning once again on your chair as you felt his eyes on yours. “Would you like to be on my team, Y/N?” 

“I’d rather choke on acorns,” you replied bluntly, your eyes still shut while nuzzling nicely onto Alexis’ shoulder. Des snorted, having Savannah, reach over to rub your shoulder in praise. 

“You never fail to break my heart, Y/N,” Nathan coos, having you snort quietly as you resumed paying attention to what the superior had to say. 

“Unfortunately for those who wanted to be leaders,” Principal Michaels says with little to no sympathy. “The leaders have already been chosen.” 

Annoyed banter ensues as several students begin to chant their ‘boos’ and idiotic complains. Nathan shouted ‘that’s not fair!’ right behind you, having you hiss at him for producing such ear cancer from his mouth. You sat up, relieving Alexis’ shoulder as you decided to see the leaders step up and pretend like they’re the shit. But your eyes widened in great surprise to see the 4 alphas of your class to walk across the large stage before everyone. 

Front and guiding the other 3 was Luke Hemmings, which honestly didn’t surprise you all that much. Luke was always off doing something to get the attention, even if he wasn’t trying. But there he stood, as lanky and covered in black as usual. His curly hair was even more messy than before, seeing it more damp that it should be. Probably didn’t bother trying to dry it and add the disgusting chemicals the businesses call ‘hair care products.’ 

Oh, and following them was the deliciously tan Maori boy Calum, the pale party-monster Michael, and the sweet, and only mature one of the quad, Ashton. 

And, of courses, while the other male seniors groaned in annoyance, the rest of the girls broke their voices in cheers. The most you heard was the chanting of Luke, obviously the favorite for being the lead dog and audacious man who was anything but tame. You heard girls squeal, ‘I hope I’m in Luke’s team!’ and other very explicit terms you wanted to ignore. Your eyes scanned the area to see the red-headed, blue-eyed monster stand excitedly, waving desperately to get Luke’s attention. 

But even Nadia couldn’t capture the attention of the pair of ocean orbs. He looked around, his rouge lips stretched to form a lovely smile as he looked around the auditorium. You watched as he slowly made his way to your row, having you being to sling down to avoid contact. But the blonde asshole was too quick and spotted you, his pearly whites coincidentally shining as he shot you a wink. You huffed, rolling your eyes as you saw a student dash from his seat in the front row to go to the stage. He offered his hand up for a slap, in which Luke stretched his arms in pleasant surprise before bending down to slap his hand. You looked away, closing your eyes in hopes to fall into some sort of deep, 10-minute nap. 

“Simmer down, all of you!” Principal Michaels scolded, forcing your eyelids up to see his old, wrinkly hands wave the flood of students down. They’re already riled up, you thought. How the fuck are you gonna explain this? “They suggested the idea– it was only fair for them to be the leaders of the camping trip!” 

“Do they even know how to be leaders?” A boy hollered towards the middle-center of the bottom influx of students. Several of his mates agreed, having them stomp their feet on the floor in protest. Waste of energy, you thought. 

“God, look how good Calum looks,” Des swooned, having you chuckle as she waved her hand to produce air for the crook of her neck. You had to admit: Calum was looking pretty good. Super loose tank top, skinny jeans hugging his thick thighs nicely, tan hands ornate with small, but evident tattoos. Calum was just eye-candy to all. 

“Okay, but look at Michael– he changed his hair color!” Savannah squealed, bringing her petite hands up to cup her mouth. You emit a small burp, indicating that you required food and immediately. Your eyes divert to the forest green-eyed boy, seeing as his hair was no longer a fiery red. It was a blonde– maybe not as natural and strong like Luke’s, but a blonde with brown wisps coming from the roots at his scalp. It also seemed much longer than before, though you couldn’t make that assumption as you barely looked at the light-skinned boy. 

“Not gonna lose your ovaries about Ashton?” You hummed over to Alexis, who was gnawing on her bottom lip kindly. 

“I don’t need to highlight how amazing he looks,” Alexis muttered simply, her eyes stuck on the brown-haired man who smiled widely at everyone. “That’s a given.” 

“Point taken,” you said with a quiet giggle. Principal Michaels continued to emit details over the trip, in which you deemed mutable. Then, the student in front of you turned around and eyed you, having you furrow your eyebrows curiously. He dragged his upper arm over the back of his seat, with his forearm bent up. 

“Are you Y/N Y/L/N?” The boy hummed, his voice rather high and evidently suffering slow puberty. You blinked a few times before nodding skeptically, having the boy reach over to offer you a small, folded note between his index and middle fingers. 

“Uh, thanks,” you emit quietly, taking the note from the boy as he turned around and became just another figure again. You sit up more properly, allowing the hood on your head to droop off as you felt the paper substance in your fingers. You saw the infamous ‘-H’ on the very top before opening it. 

“Secret admirer?” Alexis whispered beside you as the three girls began crowding you. You nodded, your eyes finally focusing to see the words scribbled on the paper. 

‘Every time I go camping, I always getting so terrified because I’m really scared of the dark. Keep that between us though! Oh, btw, no tree 2day, sry :(’ 

You giggled, quickly closing the note before lifting yourself up a bit to stuff it in the back pocket of your jeans. The girls eyed you, obviously slow readers who didn’t get passed the first 3 words. You remained silent, allowing Principal Michaels words to flow through as you grinned to yourself. Afraid of the dark, stalker? You’re just narrowing it down for me, you thought to yourself. It was an easy situation see: go on the trip, see what night activities occur and stare at those who seem the most terrified. Easy. 

“The boys will choose who they’d like on their team,” Principal Michaels. “You can try and plead them to choose you, but nonetheless it’s their decision. As for the boys,” he resumed, glancing over at the tall boy band before him, “you’ll have to choose 24 students each as the senior class, excluding you boys, is 96.” 

“Fucking yikes,” you huffed, calculating the numbers in your head. 6 cabins, 4 people in each one, gender mixture being a possibility. “I sorta don’t want to go anymore.” 

“You’re going,” Des insisted as she slapped a permission slip on your lap before passing the small stack along to Alexis. You groaned, having Des roll her eyes before placing her hands on your shoulders. “It’s only 2 nights and you always want nothing more than to be out of the house.” 

“Well sure,” you began with a grumble. “But 2 nights with pure strangers being idiotic and attempting to scare each other with Brothers Grimm stories isn’t exactly what I like.” 

“How do you know you’ll be with pure strangers?” Hissed Savannah, leering over at you with her blue orbs worth of eyes. 

“Knowing the situation, I know as fact you’re going to be in Michael’s team,” you commented, receiving silence from Savannah as you snorted. “And then Calum is gonna take Des and Ashton is definitely taking Alexis so I mean… I’m not a genius but surely I’m good at reading the situation.” 

“…Except you actually are a genius and can read anything and anyone like a book,” Alexis points out, having you smile at her response. 3.9 Gee Pee Aye, just like Luke said. Oh fuck, I’m thinking about Luke. 

“Whatever man,” you croaked, taking the permission slip to fold into a small square. You stuffed it in the sweatshirt pocket, keeping your hands in there to gather some warmth. 

“Whatever my ass,” Des huffed, playfully hitting your forearm. “You’re going anyways and you’re going to have a great time in Luke’s team.” 

Oh-ho, I’m not on his team,” you spat. The girls all leaned forward to stare at you, having you scoff at them as you tugged on the hoodie in reassurance. “I don’t care if he chooses me. I’m in Ashton’s and that’s settled.” 

“You baby, you don’t get to choose,” Alexis cooed with a gentle shove on the shoulder. “Besides, it’ll be fun– Luke likes you and you get along with him best.” 

“That’s because I see nothing in him and he’s super persistent,” you growled. “He doesn’t know when to let up. So I don’t care– I’m not in his team. That’s final.” 

“Okay then, Princess,” Nathan said suavely from behind. You let out a heavy sigh, feeling a headache collect in your head as his head peeped once again beside you. “Want to join my team?” 

“Die,” you spewed quietly. 


“I wanna be on your team!”

“Pick me, please!” 

“Yay, I’m in Calum’s team!” 

This sudden, abrupt camping trip has completely punched the little desire to be in the institution. You dropped your head in your arms in defeat, attempting to mute the chatter with the MP3 you gladly stole from Des without any complaints. Blasting Tyler the Creator in your head, your mind wandered in the pitch black darkness to see if you could sleep for just 5 minutes. 

You allowed yourself to peek up to see a big crowd of seniors surrounding the table of the infamous quad by the name of 5 Seconds of Summer. They looked somewhat stressed out, seeing as several students were hollering their names and pleads to join their teams. Dumbasses, you thought to yourself. So desperate for attention, then when you finally get it, you’re stressed out. You shook your head as Alexis joined the table with a tray full of food. Des brought lunch, and Savannah accordingly ate a big breakfast. You didn’t have the energy to start walking through crowds for food. Especially not with the weakness you own. 

“They have pizza today, you know,” Alexis teased, flaunting the cheesy slice of life on her tray. You blinked a few times before hiding your face back in your arms. 

“I’m not really hungry,” you lied, your head vexing you as a headache was ensuing and brewing quickly. You hoped the lie would have placed a believable facade around you, but knowing your friends, one of them would take a hint and stuff something in you. But before any of them could chime, a loudness entered the lunchroom that was incomparable to the noise that was already blasting. So you plugged the earbuds back in. 

Forcing yourself to sit up, your eyes darted to notice the infamous blonde monster enter the lunchroom. Crowds of students (mainly women) tailed after Luke as he walked in. Smug smile and all, you wanted nothing more than to punch it off his face. Luke’s presence quickly drew his other friends as Calum, Ashton, and Michael escaped their table and dashed over to Luke. They were really testing your boundaries it seems. 

You increased the sound of the MP3, practically breaking your ears with rap as you watched the boys stroll around the lunchroom. Their combined crowds made them look like they were going on a school trip, seeing as they guided them around. But as you did, a sudden dizziness began striking, having you drop your head into your arms once more. Your vision was now tilted, having your eyes divert every which way to notice the girls looking at you with wide eyes. You pulled off the earphones and stared at them with wonder. 

“Y/N, you alright?” Des began worriedly, her hand coming to plant itself gently at the bend of your elbow. You nodded, your eyes struggling to stay open. Fucking fuck, you thought to yourself. This sudden weakness from sleep deprivation and starvation was really getting to you, and you didn’t know whether to be pissed at Luke or yourself or both. 

“Y/N, you seriously don’t look well,” Savannah chimed, moving from across you to stand behind you. You let her hold your chin to tilt your head a bit up. Her free hand resided on your forehead, listening to her silver bracelets clink against one another as she moved her hand. “You seem a little warm.” 

“I don’t have a fever,” you groaned, attempting to swat her away. But you were too weak to even dare wave your hand any sort of high velocity. You loved your friends– you do, but they sometimes fretted over you far too much for you to actually handle. “Seriously, I’m fine. I’m just tired, like I usually am.” 

“Yeah, but you’re incredibly groggy and you’re not jolting away,” Alexis points out. Right as she said that, a fairly loud growl emitted from your stomach, feeling a painful twist as you let out a hungry burp. “Y/N, are you hungry?” 

“I just told you I wasn’t,” you huffed. “What part of ‘I’m not really hungry’ do you guys not get?” The girls watched you as your eyes lightened up at the sight of Alexis’ pizza. You really wanted at least a bite, just to relieve yourself of this excruciating pain before you could get home. “I’m fine, really.” 

“Okay then,” Des hummed, her brown eyes looking down at her phone before looking at you. “Stand up then. Lunch is almost over.” Your eyes darted towards the large clock in the lunch room, seeing her words ring true as you saw there was only just 3 minutes. Reluctantly, you forced your legs straight to rise from the cold, circular table. Throwing your legs one by one over the seat, your bend down to grab your bag. But mistakes were very much made when you quickly rose again and found yourself go far too lightheaded. 

“Fucking hell,” you muttered, bringing a hand up to your forehead. The periphery of your eyesight was suddenly splotching black as you took one step away from the table. But then a jolt of pain hit your head and you found yourself going limp. Slowly, you saw your vision going sideways again while you were close to colliding to the ground. The last thing you saw was a black figure wearing a Cage The Elephant dashing to you, your name being yelled loudly in a masculine, accented tone before everything went mute and you drowned in the black. 


“Nnn…” 

Emitting a croaky groan, your brain was finally regaining consciousness. Slowly, you allowing your eyes to flutter open. Your eyelids felt heavy, but you nonetheless forced them up to get shot by a very brightly lit ceiling lamp above. Feeling your mouth going very dry, you moved your tongue around and licked your lips, providing the moisture of saliva all around. Realizing that you just awoke from a slumber, you jolted yourself up to sit up and take in your surroundings. “The fuck am I…” 

“The nurse.” Oh, of fucking course. You turned to your right to see Luke Robert Hemmings sitting beside you, his elbows on his knees with his back slouched. His ocean eyes were no longer beautiful, and more dim and sunken. His hair was a little messy, probably from tampering with it anxiously. His rouge lips were normal, though his bottom lip was much more crimson due to the lip biting he’s probably been doing. 

Great, you thought to yourself. There goes my heart. 

“Why am I here?” You asked softly, slouching yourself to lean against your hand. That’s when you finally noticed. On your right arm, the sleeve of your hoodie was pulled up with your forearm exposed and being punctured by a needle. Your eyes dragged up the wire connected to it to see it connected to a big pouch of liquid. Artificial nutrients, you guessed. 

“You passed out in the lunchroom,” Luke replied, his stern face not faltered a single bit as you distantly stared at the needle in your vein. Luke sound a bit mad, like you did something to actually get him pissed. Not that you were an angel, but you doubted to have done a thing to get the blonde, pompous idiot mad. “Because you apparently were sleep, water, and food deprived.” 

“How’re school nurses accurate?” You wondered quietly, attempting to escape Luke’s information. You wanted to avoid being scolded, especially by Luke. You’d actually feel bad, and that would be very annoying, considering how tired and weak you still were. 

“Y/N, what the fuck were you doing with no sleep and no food or water in your body?” Luke growled, anger present on his tongue. You gulped, goosebumps suddenly crawling as you made sure to look away from the boy. You didn’t understand why you felt bad– it’s fucking Luke. Not even Sav, Des, or Alex. It’s fucking Luke Hemmings, Mr. I-Am-Too-Popular-To-Try-In-School. “Answer me.” 

“Cool down, blondie,” you hummed quietly, weakly raising your arm to wave him gently with your hand. You couldn’t move it too much, seeing as that was the punctured arm. You rose the other hand to cup your mouth to emit a yawn before crinkling your nose a bit. “I’m not dead and you’re not my guardian. I don’t see why you’re acting like some sort of worry warrior.” 

Suddenly, Luke abandoned his chair, the plastic dragged upon the white tiles as it was violently sent back. You looked over and flinched, seeing Luke look down at you with vexed eyes. His jawline was clenching, with veins dancing up and down his neck and temples. He then went and slammed his hands down on the bit of bed that you weren’t occupying, his face just a few inches from yours. 

“Stop being so fucking careless!” Luke exclaimed, practically barking as you stared at him blankly. The scruff ornate on his chin was collecting very small dews of his spit, you noticed. “You have to be more self-aware and give a shit about yourself because it’s not just you that cares about you. I fucking care about you, and you damn well know this because I’ve told you this before and I’ll say it again: I. Love. You. So stop acting like your damn choices don’t affect anyone else because my heart fucking stopped when you fell right before me.” 

You stared, somewhat stunned by Luke’s aggressive take. His blue eyes were so dark, the azure not sitting well with you. You noticed his under eyes seeming a bit pink– had he been crying? His lips were in a pout, not entertained and very unlike his usual smiley self. You suddenly took in his words and allowed your eyes to fall down to see his shirt. Cage the Elephant. 

“You were the one rushing to me,” you connected the dots, looking away to take this in. You wanted the silence, but Luke was obviously not going to give it to you. He moved and ended up in your view again, still quite aggravated. “Luke–.” 

“Also stop shutting down my feelings just because you believe I’m wrong about them,” Luke barked, having you blink a few times as he huffed. “I flipped my shit. I threw myself on the floor so your head didn’t hit the damn floor. I was not gonna let you get a concussion.” 

“You cushioned my fall?” You asked quietly, seeing Luke’s eyes soften as he revealed a curt smile. He stood up straight and turned around, clinging his thumbs into his jeans. Before you dragged your hands up to your eyes, Luke looked back at you with a sympathetic gaze. 

“Before you start, I’m not gonna moon you again,” Luke spoke softly, having you hesitantly put your hands down as Luke dragged his pants that resided towards the left down and showed his upper buttcheek to you. Your eyes widened a bit.

A large, black splotch was evident in the very pale skin. The outskirts of the bruise was red, the flesh obviously agitated from the fall. There were licks of purple and blue in there, resembling a night sky in a hilarious way. But you couldn’t help and feel genuinely bad. You were a burden to someone you didn’t ask to take your burden-causing ass. 

“Luke, thank you for catching me and whatnot,” you began quietly, having Luke pull his pants up as he turned to face you once again. “I’m also sorry that you did but… you didn’t have to. I know, you care about me and love me or whatever, but I didn’t ask for you to do that. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt and I wouldn’t feel bad and have to apologize if you just let me fall completely.” 

Luke just stared at you for a brief moment, before bringing his hand up to your forehead and flicking it. 

“Oi, the fuck was that for, Hemmings?” You spat, bringing your left hand up to your forehead to rub it. 

“You sound stupid when you rant invalid reasoning,” Luke said quietly, sauntering over to grab the chair back and sit himself back down. He winces. He folded one leg over the other, studying you wistfully. “Even as strangers, I wouldn’t want to see someone fall down, knowing damn well I could go over and prevent a way bigger damage that the bruise on my ass.” 

Your palm was tickled by the wool sheets of the gurney as you distantly studied your black leggings. Luke bothered you, but not only because he was a persistent pest. He bothered you because even when he was like this, he was only doing it out of genuine care and kindness. He spoke words of sentiment to you, about you, without any hint of embarrassment. His heart is real and soft and full of warmth and completely saccharine. It bothered you because if you weren’t so stubborn, this would be taken, with ease, as the first time someone has given you romantic love. 

“Where’s Sav, Des, and Alex?” You hummed, refusing to respond to his banter as you looked around to see the nurse vacant. It was just the two of you, it seemed. 

“In class,” Luke hummed. “There’s about 15 more minutes before school is over, so just regain your energy before you could go home. I can take you if you’d–.” 

“I’m good,” you quickly dismissed before letting out a sigh. You stomach grumbled, annoyed that you were still hungry. Your left hand subconsciously held your tummy, having you plot a plan to grab a sandwich before returning home. But it seems Luke was ahead of you on that. 

“Someone left you food, by the way,” Luke hummed, having you turn to watch as Luke grabbed a brown paper back from the floor and offered it to you. You grabbed it weakly, placing it on your thighs as you opened it curiously. “I didn’t look in it, I swear.” 

You snorted, digging through the bag to fish out a packed sandwich. You noticed it was from Five Guys, humoring you as you put it beside you before checking more of the bags contents. There was a Pure Leaf ice tea, lemon flavored and fairly cold. Putting that aside as well, you noticed a note at the very bottom. Picking it up, you tossed the brown bag away to your lower legs as you opened the note up. 

‘I heard what happened– please eat up! I almost had a heart attack tbh. Anyways, this place makes my favorite sandwiches so I hope you like it. Nobody knows this, but I used to be extremely fat. Like, really fat. But puberty did me good and I still eat about 2 boxes of pizza to this day -H’ 

“What a loser,” you muttered under your breath, rising a bit to stuff the note into your back pocket with the other as you took the sandwich and dropped it on your thighs. You opened it quickly to reveal a nice sandwich before you. Your mouth was practically watering, super excited to eat the delicious food. But before you could, you felt two large, calloused hands wrap around the one being pumped with nutrients. You look over and see Luke stare at you, his eyes warm and soft with a curt smile playing at his lips. 

“If I may, I’m going to use your invalid reasoning right now,” Luke hummed quietly. “You’re going to be in my team for the camping trip, and it’ll be my responsibility to take care of you. Don’t quote-unquote ‘burden me’ by being careless during that time, okay? But on a serious level, please don’t worry me. I’d hate for something to happen to you, especially when I’d be watching you.” 

“Luke…” you began softly but he was quick to let go of your hand. He rose from the chair and stretched a bit, emitting a loud yawn. He cracked his knuckles a bit, adjusting his hair as he continued to look down wistfully at you. He bent down again, his hands down on the bed as his nose was just a few inches from yours. 

“Get that permission slip signed, okay?” Luke requested calmly, giving you a blush-inducing wink. “A little birdie said you weren’t going, and I think that’s what you could do to pay back my services.” 

You groaned, realizing he was the reason you weren’t currently suffering a concussion and potential brain damage. 

“Okay, now shut up,” you growled, smashing the half sandwich again Luke’s lips. Luke chuckled, taking a bite before rising up again to make his way out of the nurse’s office. “Where are you off to?” You asked curiously, somewhat upset that he was leaving. 

“I’m off to tell Ms. Lee that you’re okay as well as to get your work for the day,” Luke chimed, walking over to the doorway. He then halted, turned around to lean against the right side of it. “Nice sweatshirt by the way.” 

With that, Luke Hemmings left you in the nurse, with food on your legs and your heart racing.


ooo look at me, productive and quick update wow. if you liked this chapter, pls lmk right ovah here, and ill see you at pt 11 xx

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jennie kim | there’s something really funny about beating out eight guys and stealing the heart of your friend in a game of blindfolded kissing. jennie would know. after all, she just did it. | 1.5k words. | fluff.

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So basically you can’t talk to @mittensmorgul about anything, or it just goes all

And in this case it’s trying to explain, like, the ENTIRE tangled web behind the whole “crypt scenes” thing and why we even call it that when it starts with a thread beginning in 1x22 with John throwing off Azazel to save Dean, and ends up with me yelling at my screen when a tan-coat-wearing brainwashed dude answering to a heaven-like organisation is waving a gun at some random hunter whose only crime is being adorable and loosely romantically connected to Sam, and declaring it Prime Destiel Subtext.

This is the wire tangle in my brain that explains it :P 

Details under the cut with the image above just so you can visualise all the bits of string, I guess, unless you can read my handwriting (on a browser, anyway, you can click the image to get it in a pop out, then right click, view in a new window, and view it in life size, and I used a LARGE sketchbook for it so life size is big ass spaghetti ramblings), in which case you get a prize. 

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Liam's Tattoos (masterpost)

This is a masterpost of all Liam’s tattoos.  I’ll be updating it as needed!

OT5 Screws (12 October 2012)

Minus Niall who, I maintain, has a screw tattoo-ed on his heart if not on his skin

Everything I Wanted But Nothing I’ll Ever Need (20 October 2012)

“It’s basically that obviously we’ve got a lot of things from doing this and stuff, and there are things that I want, but all I ever need is my family and these four boys right here.”

only time will tell … (October 2012)

The Chevrons (7 November 2012)

“There’s no prizes for guessing what this means … that’s quite obvious.”

ugh, they make my heart hurt

Feather (April 2013)

“The feather was a thing, my mom when I was a kid, we would find feathers around the house and whenever she’d find them she’d say it was my nan that was leaving them there for us to find, which is quite sweet.”

Egyptian Hieroglyphs (August 2013)

Which spell out “Liam”

I Figured it Out … (August 2013)

“It’s not so much what it says, that’s actually some of the new words from one of our new songs that’s not out yet …  that’s actually one from the start of one of the songs, so that’ll come to play later on.”

At least You & I made it on the album … 

Somewhere is a Place that Nobody Knows (May 2014)

He loved a song that didn’t make the album so much that he tattooed it on his arm

+1 Ruth Payne’s 1D tattoo

Ruth is Liam-centric OT5 as fuck

And with that, the Payne family slays

100 Follower Giveaway!!!

Well, it looks like I’ve got 100 wonderful followers now who apparently…

  • don’t mind reading my Sherlock headcanons or occasional fanfic/ficlet
  • don’t mind my endless gushing about Benedict and shameless, obsessive reblogging of nearly every photo, gif, video, screencap, fan art, drabble, ficlet, or fic rec list I’ve ever seen of the aforementioned man of perfection (the struggle is real, folks)
  • don’t mind the occasional appreciation for the BAMF cinnamon roll that is Martin Freeman
  • don’t mind my general dorkiness (or at least they hide it well)

So, in keeping with the spirit of my word of the year I am going to give away a little fun something to share some of my JOY with you fellow bloggers who delight me, surprise me, titillate me, and humble me on a daily basis. 

This is not about me getting more followers, in case you were wondering. Just trying to have a bit of fun, especially in this post-S4 world we’re now living in! 

The winner will receive one Sherlock The Mind Palace coloring adventure book by Mike Collins and one set of  Crayola 12 dual-ended colored pencils (with bonus sharpener- omg) with which to decorate your coloring book. I know you’ve been waiting your entire life for a prize such as this. Control yourself if you can.

I guess I should have rules???

  1. One like per person please. A reblog will count, too, but that is up to you if you want to share this post.
  2. It would be nice if you were one of the chosen 100 following me since this is a follower appreciation giveaway, but it’s okay if you’re not. You deserve love too, darn it.  
  3. I’ll use a random number generator on Monday, March 20th to choose the winner, winner, chicken dinner from the list of likes/reblogs.
  4. You must have asks or messages open for me to contact you if you win.
  5. You must be willing to provide me a mailing address so I can send your awesome, amazing, unbelievable prize to you. 
  6. You must be willing to forgive me if I screw up this giveaway since I’ve never done one before and past history has proven repeatedly I am a fantastic mistake-maker. 

Good luck and thanks for listening to my fan-girling since last October. I lurked for 2 years with a blank blog before I had the courage to make this one. I’m having a terrible amount of fun! I hope you are, too. 

First Date (Drabble)

Group/Member: Got7/Jinyoung

Words: 213

Genre: fluff

Summary: Jinyoung and y/n are on their first date

Request: @imeightout special prize for guessing my brother’s height

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get done! I had quite a few other requests to get through before I could start this one. I hope you enjoy! ~Admin Unnie

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“Here you go.” Jinyoung sets your coffee in front of you before sliding into his own seat across the table. You can’t help but to, once again, admire his beauty, which matched perfectly with the cozy shop he had chosen for your first date.

“This place is amazing. Where did you find it?”

“Uh…well…” He stammers his way through an answer, and you can’t help but notice his hand is slightly shaking. He didn’t even seem aware of it until a little bit of coffee sloshed out of his mug, hitting his. “Ow! That’s hot.”

You reach over and grab his, using your thumb to wipe away the small drop of liquid before placing a kiss on the pinkish spot. “There, all better.” You sit back up and pick up your own mug. “Are you okay?” You ask before taking a sip.

“Yeah, just a little nervous.”

“What do you have to be nervous over?”

You can see him swallow hard as he fidgets in his seat before answering. “Well, I don’t particularly want to screw up a date with the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He finally says, his cheeks pink.

You felt your own cheeks heating up as you grab is hand again. “Trust me, you won’t be screwing anything up.”

1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY GIVEAWAY!!!
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I wanted to do something cool for others to celebrate my first year in dragon hell! SO! Two Winners!

1st place: Any one (1) treasure gene of their choice (im poor, but wanted to give something)
2nd place: Flat coloured headshot of a dragon of their choice.

EDIT: I just hit 200 followers on this blog! So I’m throwing in an extra prize for followers!
Follower winner: Any one (1) treasure gene of their choice

Rules:
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- Likes don’t count
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- You don’t have to be following me, but I might throw in something extra if you are~ 
-Giveaway ends on July 21st which is my anniversary date!

I guess that’s all.. Good luck to everyone and hope you have a lovely day~

One of my favourites to write, for sure. 🖤

It was a beautiful day for wedding. The sun was shining, the sky was cloudless, there was a cool breeze, and the most handsome man ever was sitting next to you dressed in a tailor made suit that made you bite your lip every time you looked at him. His hand wandered to your thigh and rested on your teal coloured maxi dress. It was strapless with a pleated bust and hung flatteringly from your waist, brushing over your curves and covering the tops of your black heels. The service went by and there was a short break until you all sat down for the reception. Norman interlinked his fingers with yours as you exit the beautifully decorated hall and into the corridor, then pulls you to the side as soon as you’re out of the door.
“Easy! I’m in heels remember!” You squeal as you almost trip up from the hard yank he gives your hand.
“Sorry!” He says, holding your hips to steady you, “I just… you look so beautiful (Y/N), I can’t keep my hands off you.” You blush at his words and look down.
“How do you think I feel about you in that suit?” You smile mischievously at him.
“There’s no way you can be as turned on as me right now,” he almost pants, hands digging into your hips now, fingers going white.
“Hey guys, everyone’s getting seated for the reception,” Andy calls out as he walks towards the door with his wife. You hadn’t realised just how long you’d been standing there, looking each other up and down, almost kissing, but not quite.
“Coming,” Norman replies, not taking his eyes off of yours, “you’ve gotta stop doing this to me in public places (Y/N). We need to figure out where the nearest loo is everywhere we go now.”
“Haha! Norman!” You exclaim, sauntering off down the hall, purposely swinging your hips that little bit more than usual. He grunts and jogs to catch up with you.
“Well that’s not making it any better,” he growls at your side as you smile sweetly and step into the dining room, finding your places next to Andy and his wife. The dinner is sublime, and you enjoy every mouthful of the delicious meal. You turn to Norman and notice he has a little bit of sauce on the side of his mouth.
“Come here,” you say, reaching out to his cheek. Your finger wipes the sauce off and you lick it off, looking him dead in the eye.
“What did I say about this before?” He asks through gritted teeth, eyes wild with lust.
“Oops, sorry,” you smile, sitting back to face the table. You talk to the other guests around your table and then everything goes quiet for the first dance. Norman scoots his chair forward so that his knees are touching your chair and he leans forward, putting his chin on your bare shoulder as you watch the newly weds spin around the dance floor.
“That’ll be us one day,” he whispers into your ear, giving your shoulder a light kiss.
“I hope so,” you whisper back. Once it’s over and everyone makes their way to the dance floor, you turn around to face Norman, now alone at your table. You take his tie in your hand and gently pull him towards you.
“Guess what I’m wearing underneath this?” Your lips brush his ear as you speak.
“Please say nothing,” he groans, eyes rolling back into his head.
“Nothing,” you confirm, “which means you guessed correctly, so you win a prize-”
“May I have this dance (Y/N)?” Tom asks from behind you, startling you a little. You turn around to face him, Norman gripping onto your hand tightly, not wanting to leave the conversation like this.
“Of course!” You grin, and get up from your chair, taking Tom’s hand as he leads you to the dance floor. Norman looks on, annoyed and oh so turned on by your words. He watches you intently, every swing of your hips, every word that you say in Tom’s ear as you dance slowly to the music, every movement Tom’s hand makes up and down your back. The song ends and you kiss Tom on the cheek as you make your way back to Norman.
“Lets dance,” he almost demands as you go to sit down. He grabs your hand and pulls you onto the dance floor, stopping suddenly and making you crash into his body forcefully. John Legend starts playing and Norman wraps his arms around your waist, his hands settling just above your bottom. Your hands interlink themselves at the back of his neck, thumbs stroking underneath his hair.
“Look at you,” he almost whines, “shit, that dress, those heels, you. Ugh, and just knowing only that dress stands in the way of me being able to touch your skin. You kill me, (Y/N).”
“You think you don’t have the same affect on me? That suit makes me bite my lip every time I look at you. I’m surprised I’m not bleeding,” you admit. He smiles and rubs his nose against yours sweetly, then you feel your dress becoming loose at the top. You take one hand away from him and hoist it up, making sure it doesn’t fall down.
“Can you lift it a little at the back please?” You ask.
“My pleasure,” he says, his hands sliding painfully slow up your back and to the top of your dress, lifting it gently and smoothing it down when it’s settled in its new position.
“Thank you,” you smile up at him, his eyes soft with love, a small hint of darkness in them, imagining the pleasures beneath your dress. You spend the rest of the evening talking to your fellow cast members, dancing with the girls, and cooing over babies. Norman looks on, standing with the guys but not really paying attention to anything they say, as he stares at you all night, watching how the fabric hugs your body, feeling jealous of the dress caressing your skin. You make your way over to him after the crowds have thinned out and he takes your hands in his.
“Now you’re all mine,” he whispers, lips kissing your ear. He leads you up to your room in the grand country house the wedding was being held in, and as soon as the door opens he pounces, pushing you up against the nearest wall, tongue invading your mouth so quickly you can’t breathe properly. His hand finds the zip on your dress immediately and just as you take a breath your dress falls to the floor, your body now completely exposed to Norman. As you step out of the dress and remove your heels, Norman undressed himself, not being able to wait for your nimble hands to help him. As soon as he’s out of his clothes and underwear he’s back on your lips, hands running up and down your body as if he’s feeling it for the first time. You push back at him, guiding him to the bed and he falls down on it, pouting at the loss of contact. You smile and straddle him, leaning down and capturing his lips again. He holds onto your hips, then takes one hand away to ready himself before he pushes you down onto his hard length. He does all the hard work for you, pulling you back up and pushing you down again, so all you have to do is concentrate on the pleasure he’s creating.
“Norm,” you moan between kisses. Hearing his name escape from your lips like this makes him rougher, his hands digging in that little bit more. The he flips you over onto your back and pounds into you like it was the last time he’d ever get to make love to you.
“(Y/N), baby,” he grunts, hitting into you deep, his cock brushing your clit with every thrust. You can’t say anything as you lay there, brow furrowed as he almost hurts you with his pace, eyes closed and enjoying every second of it. He bites down on your breast, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking hard on it. You scream out with excitement as he does this, and hold his head into your chest. Within minutes you feel your walls start to clench around him and they release, coming onto his member so hard that you feel the need to push him out of you, your pussy so sensitive.
“Norman!” You exhale as you lay back and feel him stiffen inside you, then releasing himself completely. He collapses on top of you, your bodies slick with sweat, both panting, and he wiggles around inside of you, getting the last moments out of your highs before he pulls out. He then moves to your side, looking at your messy hair and smudged make up.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, his hand resting on your cheek. He kisses you softly, claiming your tongue with his as he slips it past your lips and you moan into the kiss.

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I got you a prize (Nessian Fluff)

Honestly, I had intended this to be more of a lumberjack!Cassian fic, but my mind went an entirely different direction when I started writing?? (I might still write a lumberjack one tho)


Cassian touched down in a familiar grassy clearing just after dawn. He had been away attending meetings with Rhys about the issue of the Court of Nightmares, and it had drained him. All he wanted was to see his mate and hold her in his arms. Her scent wafted to him on a gentle breeze from the cabin on the opposite side of the clearing. He smiled and walked towards it, quietly pushing the open. Leaning against the frame, he drank in what he saw.

Nesta’s back was to him, sitting in her favorite fireside chair. A book rested on her folded legs, and it captured her attention entirely. One hand absentmindedly pushed a piece of her golden hair that had fallen loose from her braid behind her ear. Cassian cleared his throat, and she finally turned to him.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he drawled, and Nesta’s eyes sparkled as she drew a breath. He crossed the room and knelt before her, kissing her forehead before wrapping her in a hug.

“Cas, I missed you so much,” she mumbled as she breathed in his scent. “I had no one to keep me company but my books! I think I finished four of them, I just couldn’t put them down. I read the last series you got me, you know, the one about the Grisha? It was really good; I wonder if the author has written any others.” Cas chuckled to himself as she rambled, and reached into the pouch at his side. Nesta had a tendency to ramble on about her books, and it never failed to make him smile.

“I got you a prize, can you guess what it is?” Nesta grinned, because of course she knew. He never went anywhere without bringing her a new book. Fiction or non-fiction, fantasy or romance, he always knew which stories she would enjoy. She eyed the room around them. Floor to ceiling bookcases covered two walls, almost completely filled with volumes from all of Prythian.

“You’ll have to make me more shelves,” she said, gingerly taking the book from his warm hands. She placed it on the table next to her and patted her lap, signaling him to lay his head down. With a content sigh, Cassian wrapped his arms tighter around her middle as she untied his hair and ran her fingers through it.

“If you keep this up I’ll fall asleep right here,” he mumbled, and Nesta laughed. Cas turned his head at the sound. He rested his chin on her knee as he watched the firelight dance across her face. She looked down at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“We’ll see about that,” she challenged, and Cassian growled from deep in his throat. Gripping her thighs, he lifted her from the chair and walked her to the bedroom while she laughed at his sudden energy.

I Believe that Understanding These Simple Truths About Life Will Ultimately Lead to Personal Freedom

1. NOBODY IS ACTUALLY TOO BUSY TO RESPOND TO YOU

That guy or girl isn’t too busy to answer your text. That employer isn’t too busy to answer your email. If you’re not hearing back from someone, it’s because they have deliberately chosen not to answer you. And the sooner you stop making excuses for the people who don’t make you a priority, the sooner you can move on to the people and situations that do.

2. EVERYONE HAS HIS OR HER OWN BEST INTERESTS AT HEART

No matter how genuine, kindhearted or caring a particular person is, they’re always going to be more aware of their own needs than they are of yours. Even the most attentive lover may not realize they’re pushing your buttons if you never tell them they’re doing so. Even the most honest employer may not be aware that they’re working you into the ground if you just keep accepting more work.

Unfortunately, other people are going to be aware that they’re stretching your limits, but will nonetheless push you unless and until they encounter resistance. Most people are going to take as much from you as you let them get away with – which means it’s up to you to define and uphold your own boundaries. The most powerful people aren’t afraid to say ‘No,’ to what they don’t want to do – because they know that nobody’s going to stick up for them if they don’t stick up for themselves.

3. YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO PLEASE EVERYBODY

If you actually listened to what every single person wanted from you, you’d end up a lifeless, shapeless, emotionless blob. And then someone would come along and tell you to be more interesting.

The truth is, it’s impossible to please everybody. There will always be someone who’s offended by the most traditional life path or bored by the most radical one. You’re going to be criticized no matter what you do, so you might as well do what you love. Because if there’s anyone whose judgment you should listen to, it’s your own.

4. THE WORLD OWES YOU ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

You may be the coolest, kindest, smartest, most interesting person in the world, but if you’re not putting any of those traits to work, you’re entitled to absolutely nothing in exchange for possessing them.

Truly powerful people know that there are two basic choices: You can spend your entire life feeling sorry for yourself because you deserve more than you’re getting, or you can go out into the world and actually claim what’s yours. Guess which choice the more successful people tend to opt for?

5. THE PRIZE FOR ARGUING ON BEHALF OF YOUR RESTRICTIONS IS GETTING TO KEEP THEM

You can spend your entire life loudly declaring to others that you don’t have the time, money, energy or resources to accomplish the things you actually want. And all of what you claim may be true – but the harsh truth is, every single person on the planet has at least one damn good excuse for not pursuing the life they want.

The difference between the people who get what they want out of life and those who don’t is that the people who get what they want ignore their excuses. They find a way around their limitations, instead of just complaining about them, and that is the very reason why they succeed.

6. YOUR ACTIONS DEFINE YOU, NOT YOUR THOUGHTS

You can sit indoors all day conceptualizing a better life, a better marriage, a better relationship with your kids, but until you stick your neck out there and start implementing change, you’re not actually making a difference. Good intention is a wonderful thing but unless it’s coupled with action, it counts for nothing. At the end of the day, your character is determined by what you do, not by what you think about.

7. NOBODY IS COMING TO SAVE YOU FROM YOUR LIFE

We all want to believe that the person of our dreams, the job opportunity of a lifetime or the surprise that we never expected is waiting around the corner for us. When we’re unhappy with where we are, we irrationally hope that a drastic change in circumstance will come along and save us from our misery.

But the truth of the matter is, life doesn’t work that way. Nobody’s heading your way on a white horse and if you want to see change in your life, you have to create it from the ground up.

This is what the most powerful people know. When times get tough, the strongest people strap on their own armor, mount that white horse and come to their own rescue. Because they know that if anyone is going to save their day, it’s going to have to be them.

Wishing you Infinite Blessings & Peace ….

Since today’s April fools’ we wanted to prank you but we couldn’t come up with any innocuous joke so we decided to go another way.
We will write ten facts about ourselves and you must guess which is true and which is not. A person who will guess most of them will receive a little prize from us! This competition will last just for one day and the next day we will reveal the winners and the right answers!

So here’s our ten facts on twitter! You can @nswer right there!

This month’s SM summary, courtesy of Coronis!

On the boat, before Sun can figure out what is going on, he sees Moon aiming her arrow at something afar. It turns out that Rowlet was trying to follow them from the pier, but got ambushed by the Team Skull Grunts. Moon sends it a Salac Berry to raise its speed, and Rowlet successfully catches up. Moon agrees to add Rowlet to her team, and Kukui explains what happened after Sun passed out. Hala makes contact with them via intercom, and everyone learns how Tapu Koko left the Shining Stone after battling Sun. Sun seems to be an honest person since he protests that he was planning to return the item to Tapu Koko, and he will never sell items people unknowingly left behind. Hala reveals that he has taken the stone for now and is manufacturing it into something else. He then informs Sun of the Tapu’s rage, and how it is necessary for the winner of the tournament to pacify them in an Island Challenge. Sun feels cheated as it sounds more like a punishment than prize, but Hala tactfully words it that he is hiring Sun to do deliveries to the Tapus, since a ‘Mirage Berry’ is necessary to calm them, and he shall give a reward to Sun for his work. Sun readily agrees to the job, and it turns out that Kukui already has the order forms written, one to each Tapu. Sun only then pays heed to Rotom, and learns that it has assimilated into the Dex. However, it turns out that it assimilated into an additional Dex Kukui has, which he gave to Moon, and Sun’s dirty Dex is left unused (I guess no set of three this time?).

At Tapu Koko’s Ruin, Gladion finds Guzma waiting for him. Guzma mentions how Gladion didn’t send out his second Pokemon in the fight against Sun and let the boy win, but Gladion doesn’t want to talk about it and wants to know what Guzma wants. Turns out Guzma desires to recruit Gladion, but plays dumb when Gladion asks about the 'only person he answers to’.

Meanwhile, Sun and Moon are waiting on Akala Island’s pier while Kukui goes off to his wife’s lab. They are approached by Lana, Mallow and Kiawe, but Sun and Moon have no idea what captains are. We learn that Sun actually hails from Kanto, likens them to Gym Leaders. Kiawe challenges Sun, wanting to see how the person chosen by the Kahunas battles. Sun sends out Dollar to fight Kiawe’s Marowak, and when Lana sees how Moon is amused by its regional forme, she realizes Moon is not from Alola either, which sort of upsets Kiawe since the duo are both foreigners. Sun tells Dollar they can’t lose since money is at stake, and Mallow is shocked that Sun is touring the islands as a job. Sun thinks as long as one treats a job sincerely, there is no such thing as wrong or right. Kiawe is suddenly reminded of something by Sun’s words, and as Dollar smacks Marowak, we see that Kiawe is contacting the owner of the mart where he has a part-time job. It turns out that he has forgotten to call in for leave and the owner plans to lay him off. Luckily, with some persuasion, he manages to keep his job. Mallow and Lana explain how Kiawe is saving money to learn fire dancing, and upon hearing that, Sun thinks he shall be very good friends with Kiawe since they both aim to save money. Kiawe thanks Sun for alerting him and helping him keep his job, and essentially lets him pass his test. Lana, however, isn’t going easy on Sun, and wants him to meet her at the Brooklet Hill…

kelleyxmarie  asked:

#66 Kylux pleeeeease? 💖

Proud

Hux keeps his space minimalist to the point of barren–at least outwardly. He has more stuff than he likes to let on, it’s just hidden away so cleverly and is organized so precisely that he’s able to store quite a bit of stuff in his rooms.

It is also a noticeable mark of trust that Hux will allow Ren to paw through these perfectly-crafted little spaces, in his desk or closet or cabinets, when he is sleepy or headachey or about to get into the refresher to wash up. “Get me a painkiller,” he will command, but there’s no edge to his voice, it’s just softly expectant. He knows Ren follows no order unless he feels like it. “Get me another stylus.” “Get me a clean undershirt.”

This last command sends Ren into Hux’s closet, smirking, feeling like a laundry droid. Still, thee’s something strangely arousing about getting his hands on all of Hux’s clothes, touching them all, the things that no one else on this ship sees, let alone can interact with. Hux’s undershirts that smell of nothing but clean, so different from the clothes that Hux sheds when he’s eagerly climbing into bed, which just smell like Hux. Possibility is in here. 

Also, all of Hux’s crap from the academy. Anyone who thinks Hux is a minimalist, or unsentimental, doesn’t know how good he is at disguising his pack rat tendencies. He’s even saved his old uniforms, the caps and medals and whatnot. So many medals–stars above, he can’t believe this particular drawer isn’t groaning with all the brass.

“What are all of these from?” Ren calls to Hux, which defeats the purpose, he guesses, since Hux sent him on this errand so he could continue to laze. But Hux doesn’t seem to mind getting up if it leads to him getting to brag. 

“Oh, well. Lots of things.” Hux brushes his fingers across the medals on the top of the stack. “Grades, those are the more boring ones. Knowledge of history. Science fair prizes. A number of them are for sharpshooting.”

“Oh yeah?” Ren runs his hand through Hux’s freshly-washed hair, which is not longer wet but still lightly damp, the perfect texture for touching. 

“Mmhm. I was rather good, when I had time to practice regularly. I haven’t had time for it in quite awhile.”

“Too busy being promoted to the youngest general of the First Order?”

“It’s not boastful if it’s true, you know.”

“Do you have any medals for modesty?” Ren wants to know.

Hux laughs. “None at all. I haven’t earned them.”

“Any for fucking?”

His fingers are still in Hux’s hair, but trailing down now, down to Hux’s neck, his shoulders.

“You’ll have to award those yourself, I’m afraid.”

Those, he knows, Hux has earned.