not satisfied with this but i guess it's not that terrible either

Top 13 Most Unfuckable Men in Dragon Age (according to me, a lesbian)

Honorable Mention: Oghren

I am not including Oghren on the official list for a couple reasons. Firstly, jokes about how gross Oghren is are basically everywhere. I can’t make a remotely original joke on this subject because they have all already been made. Secondly, I don’t want to subject anybody to actually thinking about fucking Oghren. And third, it’s no fun punching down. Nobody likes Oghren except me. And I get it. Oghren is a pretty cool character who was grossly mishandled by writers who think sexual assault, alcoholism and homophobia are hilarious jokes and not serious issues. Sorry about all this, Oghren. Enjoy your free pass from being mocked by a lesbian on the internet.

13. Zevran Arainai

Zevran is the least unfuckable man in Dragon Age because he wouldn’t make it weird. He’d give you a nice lay, do a good job, and then high-5 you afterwards. He’s nice-looking and experienced and would overall be an almost not-unpleasant experience. If there was a gun to my head and someone forcing me to pick a Dragon Age man to fuck, it would be Zevran.

12. RDP Sten

I say Realistic DAO Project Sten and not regular Sten because frankly RDP Sten is the true Sten. Honestly, look at this man. Assuming you didn’t die during intercourse, he’d make you breakfast the next morning, then reshackle your roof and do your taxes. RDP Sten would take care of you. RDP Sten would treat you right.

11. Justice

…as long as he gave Anders’ body a bath first, because wow he sure is a guy who lives in a sewer. Justice is a friendly Fade spirit curious about the mortal world and its many wonders. Fucking Justice would be a nice opportunity to show an otherworldly being a good time. Not to mention the novelty. Think of the puns you could make afterwards. “It was a spiritual experience.” “It was truly righteous.” “Justice isn’t easy–no, Justice is hard.”

10. Varric Tethras

Varric would be the ideal sugar daddy. He’d indulge you, buy you nice things, tell you stories, and when it’s time to go to bed, you’d just have to put up with him bringing his crossbow with him. Honestly, he probably wouldn’t even get to the sex. You’d have half your clothes off and then he’d start telling a story and three hours later he’s cried a little about his ex and fallen asleep cuddled up to his crossbow. Meanwhile, you are free to go back to your house with your money and jewelry. Ideal.

9. Alistair

Alistair is inexperienced, but a nice boy. You could show him a good time, and then pat him on the head and give him a cookie afterwards. He’s funny and nice and if you aren’t his first lay, it’ll probably be Morrigan and she would probably turn into a spider halfway through just to fuck with him. I’m willing to fuck him just to spare him that being his first time. Alistair might make it weird and try to give you a flower or something, but he’s young and easily dissuaded. Fucking Alistair would be acceptable and satisfying in some ways.

8. Iron Bull

He ugly, but otoh, monster dong, if you’re into that. Iron Bull wouldn’t make it weird emotionally, but he would definitely make it weird sexually. Assuming you survived, you would have a hell of a story. I would bring that up at every cocktail party I went to for the rest of my life. “I fucked a minotaur man,” I’d say, sipping my martini. “He had an eyepatch, and a dong the size of your forearm. I’m lucky to have survived.” The party guests gasp and fan themselves at the scandal.

7. Nathaniel Howe

I have no feelings either way about fucking Nathaniel Howe. I would show up, do the deed, and leave. Maybe give him a thumbs up, to be polite. My entire soul doesn’t rebel against the concept, but neither can I think of any benefits to fucking Nathaniel Howe.

6. Sebastian Vael

I wouldn’t hate to fuck Sebastian, and he seems nice, I guess. He’d be on par with Nate, except for the fact that he’s a devout fantasy Catholic. I’m morally opposed to fucking Catholics, because I don’t like Catholicism, and because I don’t want to deal with their ensuing guilt. I would tolerate fucking Sebastian.

5. Fenris

Fenris is objectively one of the best-looking men in Dragon Age, but oh lord, the canon romance path is so much. I’d do it just so I could touch his pretty hair, but I’d feel real bad about it. I like fenris. I don’t wanna cause him troubles. On the other hand, Isabela seems to manage it without much emotional fallout, so perhaps it would be alright. Fucking Fenris might be perfectly fine, but it might end terribly for all involved. As a lesbian I’m not gonna risk it.

4. Anders

Anders is a nasty sewer man who has no particularly attractive physical features to make up for it. He’d probably be an alright lay, but if you fucked him he’d definitely fall in love with you. Possibly he’d have already been in love with you for like three years. Then post-fuck he’d say a lot of weird stuff and ask to move into your house, and you’d be so worried about his eating habits and his stress that you’d be like “sure :)”, and then you’d have to change your name and flee the city to escape. Don’t fuck Anders.

3. Blackwall

I previously had Blackwall a spot higher, but then when I went to google a picture of him I realized he actually looks okay. Lumberjack aesth. Nice beard. Probably nice chest hair. Good muscles. But he’s also kind of a stinky old man who is kind of like your dad, and he would make his weird guilt issues your problem. I’d rather not, although I grant that if he was a couple decades younger he might be Acceptable.

2. Cullen

I would really hate to fuck Cullen. I find him morally repugnant, physically unimpressive, and overall vile. Not to mention that he seems like the kind of sexually inexperienced dude to just try inserting Tab A into Slot B with no foreplay–but then, would you really want foreplay from this guy? At least it would all be over within 5 minutes and then you could make your escape through the window.

1. Solas

Solas is the absolute most unfuckable man in Dragon Age. Not only is he bald, and a genocidal maniac, but he would also get weirdly hung up on you. Then he’d like, haunt your dreams. “Vhenaaaaaaan,” you hear every night forever, to your horror. “You’re not like other girls,” he says, before showing you a picture of his fursona, which is a wolf. I would rather do literally anything else but fuck Solas. I thank G-d every day that Solas is not real, and that I am in no danger of ever fucking him. Solas is the least fuckable man in Dragon Age.

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by: @rosie-berber and @herpinkminkness

rating: explicit (for sexy times). also, be warned, lots of fluff.

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“Hola!” the friendly voice called from an adjoining room, hidden from view. “I’ll be right with you!”

“Thank you,” Castiel answered, walking up to the simple wooden counter, centerstage in the otherwise barren room. The hotel lobby lacks extravagance, sure, but the walls were painted a cheerful yellow, the color of the little faces in texts he sometimes received from Sam. A few pamphlets in Spanish sat in cubbies along on the wall, each promising a unique and beautiful experience of Costa Rica. But there was no pamphlet for the experience he’d planned.

“Thank you for waiting.” The voice belonged to a woman of effortless beauty, who had come sweeping out of the side room. She was dressed simply, her brown fuzzy hair pulled neatly into a poof of a braid, her dark eyes highlighted only by her long lashes. She let out a long breath as she flashed him a kind grin, before continuing. “How can I help you?”

“We need a room. Errr, a cabin.” Castiel struggled with remembering the right term - his Spanish was rusty. “For three nights. Do you have anything?”

“We?” The prod was good-natured, accompanied by a quirked eyebrow at his lack of company as she retrieved a dusty log book from under the counter. Yes, it seems they were quite off the beaten path. Perfect. Just what Dean needs.

“My, uh, companion is outside,” Castiel clarified and she nodded, taking a few minutes to detail the cabins she had available. He selected the furthermost one, lining the outside of the small area that comprised all the cabins, and facing the active volcano. It had been nearly dusk as they’d arrived at the offbeat site, and they could see trace amounts of smoke from it pressed against the orange sky. He’d left Dean outside to watch it. Just before passing the threshold to the lobby, Castiel turned to observe him, silently standing and watching it plume. Such a rare gift, to watch Dean taking a moment to just … be.

He found Dean in the same position in the barren area designated as a parking lot, eyes fixed towards the sky. Cas quietly moved towards him, juggling keys and a handful of pamphlets. The kind woman had insisted he take some, explaining that zip-lining and the sky bridges were some of the most beautiful in the world. They’d get to it - they had time. Now it was much more critical that they practice the near-unheard-of art of doing nothing.

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Thoughts on Netflix Death Note

So some of you read my partial reactions before I passed out from Nyquil, but I’ve been asked whether or not I recommend it as a whole. Personally, I’m not really sure. If you’re watching it as an adaptation, it’s more an exercise in frustration than anything else. If you’re watching it for a mediocre standalone laugh, it’s entertaining in its own right, especially in its latter half.

My main issue with this version of Death Note is that it can’t decide whether it wants to be different or similar. If they wanted to be different, I’m of the opinion that they should have committed to it, renamed characters, and make it more an exploration of the concept of the Death Note than an adaptation of the Japanese manga/anime. If they wanted to be the same, they should have kept key points, such as Light and Ryuk, the same. More under the cut:

Light Turner is not as charismatic or compelling as Light Yagami. He is supposed to represent… I dunno, the teen underdog or something? He lacks his original’s upstanding social facade, shield of popularity, etc. etc. and so whereas Light Yagami was someone who could pull you along on his power trip for a bit, just by virtue of starting as like… an intellectual power fantasy… you just kind of watch Light Turner going, “Kid, could you maybe not do that.”

Also, a smaller grievance of mine is just how bad a liar Light Turner is, dear god, I could have respected a good liar, but this kid crumbles under pressure like no other. Sure, it’s a realistic teenager, probably, but who read or watched Death Note for a realistic teenage boy?

Meanwhile, they take Ryuk and turn him into a malicious force, orchestrating events and actively involving himself in Light’s decisions from start to finish. He isn’t the same as his original counterpart, who dropped a book out of boredom and decided to see what a human does with it. There’s nothing endearing about this one. This one is just a horror prop, a stand-in for the devil offering a deal. Which is why using the appearance and name of Ryuk for this character was a bad idea, since the original one is so iconic already;;

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anonymous asked:

No offense but do you believe that Itachi has the right to sacrifice other people lives? And believe it is admirable thing? I like Itachi but for myself I consider this wrong on his part. I don’t stand for everything he does like you do. Sorry I know you mentioned your blog is place where you stated your opinions not for discussion but I need to understand more of your view on Itachi and his arc.

No offense but I have the feeling that every time I’m asked about Itachi my reply isn’t satisfying because it doesn’t follow tumblr “fiction and reality are the same thing” mentality and it doesn’t use the words “wrong”, “problematic”, “unacceptable”, which is never gonna happen.

(under the cut, pro-itachi, anti-antiitachis)

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Lipstick Stains On Your Heart

(my first shallura fic~ i feel like i probably flubbed some stuff here, but i really wanted to post something so pls bear with me. i’m also fairly bad at titles soooo sorry for that too.)

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In another life, Shiro thinks, this would be a quiet Sunday morning. The window would be open, the sky would be clear and blue, and Allura would be settled at her vanity across the room, doing what she is now.

But he lives in the reality he does, which means he’s inside of a castle that’s also a space ship, he’s one of the leaders of the universe’s greatest hope, and he’s inside the bedroom of the princess of a lost planet.

Still, the moment is terribly domestic. 

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heydoggydoggy  asked:

Oops I sent the massage by mistake lol. Btw can you do GD with 60 and 62, please? :D

“If you can’t sleep… we could have sex” & “Are you going to talk to me”

I feel like GD requests are a trap…You guys know he is my weakness. 

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

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Bound By Honour - Chapter 4

Pairing: Eric/OC *Sarah*
Fandom: Divergent/Insurgent
Rating: M -

Eric has the best hand in all the factions, but can’t seem to get to grips with his life as a parent to two grown Dauntless members. The honour is passed to Sarah as she battles with the woes of an unruly daughter and a wayward son. Balanced with a intricate web of personal struggles and outsiders, can they stop their family from falling apart?

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this story and all the shares and likes. It’s all appreciated. 

Tags: @singingpeople @equalstrashflavoredtrash@pathybo@beltz2016 @ariwolff14 @lostinthebeans@kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995@jojuarez26 @tigpooh67 @mom2reesie@lilu46 @murmelinchen @lauraaan182


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Fic: Nor Iron Bars A Cage

Title: Nor Iron Bars A Cage
Pairing: Sonadow.
Notes: Inspired by the Sonic Forces trailer. I am a terrible person. Hashtag sorrynotsorry.

“I just wanted you to know,” The blond woman said as she unlocked the gate, the GUN emblem on her shoulder glinting faintly in the sullen yellow light, “I never agreed with any of this.”

“I know, Topaz,” Rouge replied gently, “It’s ok. Thank you for this.”

Topaz looked at her, then at the silent, grim-faced black hedgehog who stood behind her. “You realise that this is the point of no return, right? They’ll chase you to the ends of the planet after this.”

“There’s no other choice.” Shadow said suddenly, his voice surprisingly soft, “GUN have gone too far with this. It has to stop. Now.”

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silverdragonms  asked:

The UT/US/UF/SF bros world's got reset and UT sans, UF sans, US pap, and SF pap wake up from a nightmare of the last timeline. What do they do/their bros do?

(*Sorry this took so long!  This ended up being completely angsty, with just a smidgen of hurt/comfort if you squint.)

UT!bros:

Sans jolts awake, his left eyesocket lit up with a vibrant blue that illuminates his dark bedroom.  The covers are tangled around him, and he’s breathing heavily, clutching the phantom lingering pain across his chest.  

It all comes rushing back.  The betrayal, the helplessness, the despair–all of it pits into a lead ball in the depths of his SOUL.  It takes a full minute for him to calm down, to dismiss his magic and stop his bones from rattling.

H o w   m u c h   m o r e ?

He pushes himself from the mattress, pulling his legs out of the covers without untangling them.  They end up in a wadded-up ball in the center.  Sans needs to check on Papyrus, to make sure he’s alive and well.  If there was ever one good thing about the RESETs, it was that all the damage is undone.  Except his.

A quiet peek inside the bedroom confirms that Papyrus is, in fact, sleeping quietly in his racecar bed.  Sans remains in the doorway for a moment, before he slowly pads inside.. and sits down beside the bed on the floor.  Papyrus is softly snoring, oblivious that anything had even happened.

… That, in countless other lives, he’s died.

Sans remains like that for the rest of the night, just leaned against the side of the bed, staring straight ahead and drawing comfort from the sounds of his brother breathing–of his brother living.  By the time morning comes, he’ll be stronger and his brother won’t be the wiser; Sans will have left the room.  There will be a few days of reprieve before the human comes through, and when they do, it’s a toss-up on whether or not they’ll show Mercy.  Either way, he’s given up on trying to change things.

UF!bros:

Sans wakes up with a vocal shout, bolting upright in his bed.  With a crimson flash, a Gaster Blaster is summoned, floating directly by his head and making a soft whirling sound as it draws power within its maw.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

The voice causes Sans to flinch, and with a string of muttered curses, he dismisses the Blaster before it can tear a hole through the wall.  It takes him a second longer to get his flaring magic under control, but by the time his brother literally kicks down his bedroom door, Sans’s eyelights are back to small red pupils.  

“h-h-hey boss.. uh..s-sorry, did i wake ya?”  Red’s voice comes out hoarse and thick with sleep, his nervous stammer kicking in at the sight of his furious brother.  Papyrus’s gaze is scanning every inch of the bedroom for an intruder, but when he finds Sans alone, his scowl deepends.

“YES.  YES, YOU DID WAKE ME FROM MY SLUMBER, SANS!  AND THERE HAD BETTER BE A GOOD REASON!”

“i..i, uh.. fell out of bed..”  He’s so flustered from the nightmare–which he knows to be just another reality–to come up with a more viable excuse.  Red’s looking anywhere but at his brother.

Edge, of course, isn’t satisfied with that answer.  His eyesockets narrow.  "..ANOTHER NIGHTMARE THEN.“

"wh-what?  no, no, i..uh.. nothing like that,” he finishes lamely.  Papyrus is still staring, unconvinced, so Sans clears his throat, shifting to loop his arms around his knees.  "i’m fine.  you.. you can go back to sleep, boss.“

"FINE.”  Papyrus turns, but hesitates by the door for a moment.  "I’M ALREADY AWAKE, SO I’M GOING TO WATCH METTATON’S LATE-LATE-LATE SHOW.  IF YOU’D LIKE TO WATCH IT, I’LL BE DOWNSTAIRS.“

With that, Edge strides off, leaving Sans to stare after him.  A moment passes, and Sans releases a breathy chuckle, reaching up to scrub his hands over his eyesockets.  "my bro really is the greatest..” he mutters, before he stands up, slips on his jacket, and goes downstairs to join Papyrus on the couch.

US!bros:

Stretch jolts awake from a nap on the couch, with Blueberry standing in front of him, holding a platter of glittering tacos.  "PAPY!  I MADE TACOS FOR US, AND–OMPH!“  The air rushes out of Sans as Papyrus abruptly clutches onto him, dragging his brother against his chest in a tight hug.

The last thing he could remember was the feeling of his brother’s bandanna wrapped around his hand and the overwhelming scent of dust overtaking his senses, coating his bones, and clogging his nasal cavity.  

He had misstepped.  He had broken the routine, the script.  Papyrus had decided to warn his brother, to try to get him away from the human, but–

"PAPY!  LOOK, I’VE BEFRIENDED THE–”

Sans turned toward him right as Papyrus reached out.. and the hit with the dull Toy Knife tore all the way through his brother in a violent flash of crimson.  His brother looked completely surprised, one gloved hand gingerly touching his chest, while Papyrus grasped his shoulders.

“OH.. THAT’S OKAY… YOU.. YOU WERE JUST SCARED, RIGHT?”

*no..

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE AFRAID.. NO ONE’S GOING TO HURT YOU.. HUMAN.”

*stop..

He exploded into dust all over Papyrus.

.. And then Papyrus killed the human.

This wasn’t a RESET.  
This was a LOAD.

“PAPY?”  Blueberry’s voice came out a little uneasy, and Papyrus realized he had his face buried in his brother’s shoulder.  This was unprecedented.  He had gone through the song-and-dance several times, but whenever a RESET occurred or he had a nightmare, he always kept it from his brother.  He couldn’t let him even begin to shoulder this kind of burden.  He just couldn’t do that to him.

“heh, sorry bro.  i interrupted you while you were trying to taco me.”

Blueberry didn’t look entirely convinced, so Papyrus pulled back and forced his lazy grin into place.  Then he took a taco and ate it, giving his bro a thumbs up while he chewed.  Sans was so excited over the fact that Papyrus liked it that his eyelights formed into stars and he launched into a quick ramble about how he prepared it.  

Stretch tried to shake off the terrible foreboding feeling.  Unfortunately, he had tipped his hand when he tried to break the cycle and save Sans; now it was obvious that he remembered everything.  

The real question was.. did the human?

SF!bros:

Papyrus wakes up, gasping and automatically slapping a hand over his mouth.  It wasn’t that often that he slept hard enough to have a nightmare.. so surely that meant that the RESET was fresh.  With the way the timelines kept jumping, it was difficult to tell anymore, and sometimes, memories overlapped.  What day was it?  What had happened right before he went to bed?

He tugged absently at his own collar, grounding himself.  

This wasn’t something he could let Sans know.. Not that his brother would believe him.  If he told the MALEVOLENT SANS that a mere human was able to kill him despite his LOVE, he would only be pissed off and order him to stop confusing fanciful nightmares and reality.  

Oh, how he wished they were only nightmares.

Papyrus teleported outside, where the sudden chill of Snowdin felt good against his flushed face.  He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, deciding to chance Sans’s wrath over the smell of smoke.  His fingers were shaking, and he needed something to steady his nerves.  He wasn’t allowed the luxury of falling apart, so he had a limited time to pull himself together, to let a subdued sense of apathy ease back into his being.  

*heya, hun.  you’ve been busy wrecking this place, haven’t ya?

*i guess this is what happens when people like me take it easy, huh?

He exhaled a giant plume of smoke, driving away the thoughts.  His free hand rubbed at the back of his neck, phalanges dipping beneath his collar.

The phantom pain from the strike that’s beheaded him countless times never really goes away.

Title: Only desire what you deserve

Author: @sternenmaler

For: @eli-han

Rating/Warnings: G/None

Prompt: one is planning a surprise party for the other and keeps it a secret, the other realises they’re hiding something only to get super surprised!

Author’s notes: I’m so sorry for all the cryptic asks!! The final draft turned into something quite unexpected for me as well when I switched prompts like last second (sweats). It’s not really a surprise party but let’s just say Hinata struggles with surprising a very unsuspecting Komaeda for his birthday. Genre is fluff and a little bit of hurt/comfort. It’s set post sdr2 in a Future Foundation AU (aka they are working for FF and living somewhere in the city, not Jabberwock Island). I hope you’ll enjoy!! (more notes at the end)



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Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 7)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 2671

Warnings: Some profanity, what else is new

A/N: This is the longest chapter I’ve written yet, but many important things happen, so stick around! Also, just wanted thank you for your enthusiasm for this story, and for all the likes, reblogs, and lovely messages you send my way :) it really helps me stay motivated to keep writing!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

PART SEVEN

It’s been about a week since it happened. Or, nine days, seven hours, and forty-six minutes to be exact. Not like you’re counting or anything.

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed in the cabin, watching Steph apply makeup. It’s Friday, and there’s some social event, movie night-type thing going on in less than an hour with everyone at the camp. It’s optional, however, so you’re definitely skipping out on this one.

Steph, on the other hand, has been freaking out about what she’s going to wear for the past two hours. Apparently Mitch said he would, “see her there”, and so she’s turned into a hectic mess, pulling out every bit of non-athletic clothing she brought with her, trying it on and twirling around in front of the mirror. Eventually, you convinced her that her olive green top and white tennis skirt were perfectly acceptable for a movie night.

She turns to you suddenly. “How does my eyeliner look?”

You glance up briefly. Her wings are perfectly even. “It looks great, Steph. Try not to stress too much.”

“Yeah, but I think my right wing isn’t as thick as my left. I’ve got to make them perfect.” She turns back to the mirror, sticking her tongue out as she drags the liquid liner across her eyelid.

“Steph, Mitch isn’t going to care about your eyeliner.”

“I know, but-”

“But nothing. He definitely already likes you, so he wouldn’t care if you showed up wearing a mismatched pajamas and eyeliner only on one eye.”

“Okay, you’re right” Steph agrees, putting down the liner. “Maybe I should just calm down. It’s just a movie night, not a date.”

“That’s only what I’ve been telling you for the past three hours.”

She rolls her eyes. “So, what are you wearing?”

You glance down at your go-to pj’s: grey sweats and a well-loved Maple Leafs t-shirt. “This?”

“To a movie night?”

“I’m not going.”

“What?” she cries. “Not happening, I am not going alone.”

“Steph,” you say firmly. “I can’t go.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “So what if Auston’s there? You don’t have to talk to him or look at him or anything.”

“Yeah, not like that will be hard or anything considering him and Mitch are attached at the hip,” you point out.

“If you really don’t care about Auston as much as you claim to, and truly are putting hockey first, then this shouldn’t be a problem. But obviously by the way you’ve been hiding from the boy all week, you have still have some feelings for h-”

You stand up. “I’ll go.”

Steph can barely conceal her smile. “I’m assuming you didn’t bring anything cute to wear with you.”

“Are we basing it off your definition of cute or mine?”

“What do you think?” Steph digs around in her pile of discarded clothes and chucks something white and lacy at you. “Put that on.”


Forty minutes later, you’re wearing Steph’s shirt, a white tank top that has a low cut v-neck lined with a tasteful amount of lace, your favourite comfy cardigan, and some jean shorts. Steph had curled the ends of your hair and you’d put on a touch of mascara and brow gel. You felt pretty and confident. So what if Auston was there? That didn’t mean you couldn’t have a good time.

“You ready?” Steph asks, sliding on her sandals. “I texted Alexis and told her we’d meet her and the other girls there.”

“Sounds good,” you say, taking one last glance at yourself in the mirror. Tonight would be fun.

As you and Steph make the short journey from the cabin to the rec hall, where the movie was being screened, you take in the peacefulness of the night. The moon hangs full and bright in the dark sky and crickets chirrup from the bushes surrounding the path you’re walking on. A warm breeze ruffles your hair. Sometimes you forget to stop and appreciate everything that life has to offer. You’re always in such a rush to leap from one goal to the next, that you tend to take the little things for granted - like taking a walk at night with your best friend and teammate, at the most elite hockey camp in the country. All the hours of hard work and dedication have brought you here, and will continue to carry you wherever you decide to go.

You sigh loudly, satisfied. Steph glances over at you quizzically. “What are you smiling about?”

“I’m just so glad we’re here.” You turn to look at her, and you see in her eyes that she understands the significance behind your statement.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.” She reaches over and squeezes your hand.

You squeeze back before letting go and hooking your pinky with hers. “D’you want to run? For old time’s sake?”

She doesn’t answer but takes off, nearly yanking your arm from its socket. You sprint to keep up with her, the two of you looking like idiots as you make your way towards the hall, laughing and swinging your arms around like little girls.


The hall is already busy, most of the players already milling around, grabbing their seats on the set of wooden bleachers. You and Steph greet Alexis and your teammates before getting in line for snacks. You force yourself to not look around for him, and instead keep your eyes straight forward, trying to decide what you want to eat.

You’re lost in the long list of chocolate bars when someone taps you on the shoulder. You turn around to face Mitch and several other of his teammates you’ve seen around before, but never formally met. For a half second, your heart drops, disappointed that Auston’s not with them. But why do you care so much? You should be happy he isn’t here.

“Oh, hey Mitch,” you exclaim, nudging Steph with your elbow.

She whips around and blushes as Mitch grins widely at her. “Hi Mitch.”

“Hey Steph.” Mitch looks down at his feet, suddenly reserved. “You look um…you look great.”

“Thank-you,” Steph says, tucking a strand of her hair shyly behind her ear.

“So Mitch, are we going to get an introduction, or are you going to stand around all night embarrassing yourself trying to compliment a pretty girl?” one of the blond teammates teases.

Mitch’s face goes red and he scowls at the blond guy. “Shut-up.” Mitch jabs a finger towards him. “Steph, Y/N, this obnoxious Swedish prick is Willy-”

“That’s William to you.”

Mitch ignores him, pointing to the second guy, who’s also blond, but has thicker, slightly wavy hair. “This is Kasperi, or Kappy as we call him.” Kappy is quiet, but gives a little wave hello. 

“And Brownie.” Mitch throws his arm around the redhead standing beside him.

“My actual name’s Connor, for the record.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you all,” you say, smiling. You turn to Steph, “What do you want to eat? It’s on me.”

She glances over at the concession. “Oh, um, I’ll have-”

“No, Y/N, don’t worry, I got it.” Mitch pulls his wallet out of his shorts’ pocket.

“So, you’re paying for us as well?” Will asks, raising his eyebrows.

Mitch gives him a look. “I think you can answer your own question.”

Will walks up to the concession stand. “Hi there, could I have a large coke and some sour cherry blasters? Oh, and could you throw a twix bar in as well? It’s on the guy behind me with the hat.” He grins and points to Mitch, who is not impressed.

The rest of the guys order their snacks, all the while Mitch scowls at them.

“Are you sure, Mitch? I don’t mind paying for myself,” you whisper.

He smiles and shakes his head. “Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but it’s alright. I’ll get them back for this, trust me.”

Once you all have your food, you make your way over to the bleachers. There aren’t many seats left, so you let Mitch and Steph squeeze into the space for two people on the lower bench, while you, Kasperi, Will, and Connor sit on the bench above them.

“So,” Will says, rubbing his hands together. “Let’s make a bet on how long it will take for Mitch to get the balls to ask Steph out. Thirty bucks on the table. Losers pay ten each.”

“I’m going for two weeks,” Connor says, taking a sip of his drink. “He always delays.”

Kasperi nods in agreement. “Same, but I think not until camp is almost over. Mitch…he overthinks things. Sometimes you just gotta go for it.”

“Okay, solid guesses boys, but for myself I’m gonna go with a week and a half. What do you think Y/N?” Will turns to you.

“Never.”

“Ooh, damn,” Connor exclaims.

You roll your eyes and continue, “Steph will ask him out before he does. Boys can honestly be more indecisive than girls when it comes to dating.”

“True,” Kasperi agrees. “That’s probably why Auston took so long to make a move, right?”

You freeze. Kappy notices and appears slightly perplexed. “I mean, you are Auston’s girl, no?”

“Um, no. I’m not.” You feel like you’re about to cry.

“Oh, I’m sorry. He just talks about this girl, Y/N, all the time, so I just assumed-”

“Kappy, shut-up,” Connor interjects.

“No, it’s okay.”

An awkward silence falls over the four of you.

Will steps in and directs the conversation elsewhere: “So has anyone seen the prequel to this movie? I thought the acting was terrible.”

Immediately, Connor pipes up: “Are you insulting my man Chris Pratt?”

“Maybe.”

With that, Connor goes off on a tangent about how excellent Pratt is in a number of films. The conversation is relieved of its tense atmosphere and you feel yourself relax again.

You catch Will’s eye and shoot him a grateful smile. He nods and winks.


The movie isn’t great, but it isn’t terrible either. Will’s sarcastic commentary makes up for the film’s lack of a plot line. You find yourself bursting out laughing one too many times, earning you glares from the other players seated around you. By the time the film ends, you’re both giggling at something stupid one of the characters said in a dramatic moment.

“Who even says that? His freaking cat just died!”

“I know. And he says it so seriously too. He’s all like…” You imitate the dumbfounded look on the actor’s face and Will cracks up.

“Whoever the casting director is, they should be fired, honestly. We could do a better job.”

“I really think we could. Screw hockey, Hollywood, here we come!”

You both laugh and then sigh. The hall is clearing out, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch Steph and Mitch walking out of the door, holding hands. You smile to yourself, happy for them.

“So, do you think I could get your number?”

“Huh?” You look up at Will, realizing he’s been talking to you.

“Your number. For casting purposes, of course.” He winks.

“Oh. Um, sure!” You dig your phone out from your back pocket, unlocking it and handing it to him. He does likewise, and you type your name into his phone, putting a little film emoji next to your name.

“There you go.” You hand his phone back. He grins at you, and places your phone in your hand. ‘Willy’ is his contact name, alongside a smiley face sticking its tongue out.

You’re about to say something else to Will when you see him. He’s standing near the exit, glaring furiously at Will’s back. The smile slides off your face.

“Hey, I gotta run. Steph just said she needs me to help her with something - girl emergency.”

He frowns. “I didn’t see any text on your-” Will starts, but you cut him off.

“See you later, bye!”

You speed walk around people standing and chatting in the hall and slip out the exit door, pointedly not looking in Auston’s direction.

You’re walking quickly towards the cabins, hoping you can avoid him, but you hear his footsteps crunching on the gravel as he breaks into a jog.

“Y/N!” he calls.

You ignore him and walk faster.

“Y/N, I know you can hear me!”

You stop and swing around to face him. “What do you want Auston?”

“I just want to talk.” He stands in front of you, his brown eyes so earnest and hopeful that you can’t say no.

“Okay, so talk.”

“Can we go somewhere else…like, a more private place?”

“Fine.”

“Is by the beach area okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You both walk in silence. You can feel Auston glancing periodically over at you, trying to gauge your expression. However, you purposely keep your face blank of any emotion. You have to be strong.

When you reach the beach area, he stops by one of the benches facing the volleyball court. “D’you wanna sit down?”

You don’t answer but sit down on the bench, keeping your eyes forward and away from him. He does the same.

There’s a long pause. “Listen, Y/N, I just want some answers. You’ve made me very confused, and I’m not sure if it’s something I did or said that upset you, but I-”

“No - Auston, I already told you that you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But I had to,” he insists, looking at you very seriously. “Why else did you run away from me? I thought everything was going great and then all of a sudden you just went cold. Unless…” he pauses, putting it together in his mind. “Unless you like Willy. That’s it, isn’t it? It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before. Oh man, I feel like a total idiot.”

He goes to stand up but you stop him. “Auston, no. I don’t like Willy that way. He’s nice, but I literally met him today.”

“So you don’t like me is what you’re saying.”

“No, Auston, I do. You’re a great guy, it’s just-”

“It’s just better if we’re friends, right? Don’t worry, you don’t have to give me the speech, I already know it by heart.” He starts to stand up again, but you grab his wrist.

“Auston!” you shout, more harshly than you intend. “Would you stop jumping to conclusions for one minute and just let me explain?”

He sits down, very quiet.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “Auston…I like you. More than a friend. I think you’re funny and incredibly talented and not to mention crazy hot. I don’t think I’ve ever been more attracted to someone in my life.” You drop his gaze, a sudden wave of shyness coming over you. “I can’t believe I just said that,” you laugh to yourself.

“So what’s the problem then?” Auston asks softly.

“The problem is…the problem is that I can’t be distracted. I’ve given up my entire life to hockey, and I’m finally on the verge of obtaining my goal, the dream I’ve had since I was a little girl. I got into this camp, and I was so excited, because here was my big break. But then you came along, and everything changed. Suddenly, all I could think about was you, not hockey, and that scared me. It fucking terrified me. I thought to myself, what happens if I miss my one shot at my dream because I’m pining after some guy? And if that happens, I know I will regret that for the rest of my life. I will never be able to forgive myself.” You pause to take a breath. Auston’s face is unreadable, his eyes cast downwards as he takes everything in.

“So that’s why I ran away. That’s why this,” you say, gesturing between the two of you, “isn’t going to work.” You stand up, giving him one last apologetic look. “I’m sorry.”

And with that, you turn and walk away, leaving Auston alone on the bench.

[Part 8]

anonymous asked:

I'd be a slut for that 75% shusui smut

*Unfinished/Unedited*

Italicized bullets are just my snippets to pull this monstrosity together

Originally posted by annalovesfiction

Eyeing you from across the tiny wobbly bridge that was somehow supporting both of you at the current moment, you could see that competitive side that was normally very well hid within his character beginning to show. That competitive side that was most certainly laced with orneriness was becoming very evident despite the fact that you could barely see him the darkness that 2:30 AM brought to countryside. With a smirk across his face despite the fact that he was very much losing at this point, he shook his head at you, “You can’t do this- this isn’t fair, Y/N.”

Laughing at this, you took another step backwards on the small bridge. “But we didn’t make any rules, so everything’s fair, right?” you taunted as you reached back and placed your hand of the latter part of the playground.

“Y/N.”

Continuing your tease, you faked a concerned look to him, “Aw, are you afraid you can’t beat me? C’mon Shisui, it’s only a game of tag; I’m sure you could win a child’s game.” you edged him on, that devilish little smirk never leaving your lips. Then fully stepping off the shaky bridge and onto the suspended ropes, you raised an eyebrow at him, “Are you really gonna let me win?”

And with that statement, you saw him dart across the narrow bridge and straight towards you. Silently cursing to yourself, you didn’t even try to navigate your way through the suspended climber, knowing that there was no way you could beat him. And so, you jumped off the equipment and onto the grass below, and just started sprinting. Yet almost immediately as your feet hit the ground, your heard his following, and you knew that you had only seconds before he caught you.

In less time than what you previously thought, you felt are arm wrapped around your waist quickly and pull back, stopping you from going away farther. “Shit-” you cursed at the sudden grab as you stumbled back against Shisui, which resulted in both of you falling down onto the grass below. With the abrupt fall, you ended up landing on top on him, and as you did, you could feel him laugh as he just let his head fall back against to cool grass.

“This is game over, right?” he asked as he eyed you, as you adjusted yourself to straddle him.  

Shrugging, you nodded. “Yeah, I guess, but since I’m on top, that means I win.” you smirked at him as you placed your hands on either side of his face and leaned down.

“What?! No; I won! That’s not a part of the rules-” he tried to refute your shady rule making.

Snickering at him, you just shook your head “No rules, remember?” you taunted before giving him a quick kiss. “I win. Don’t be a sore loser, Shisui.” you laughed, your teasing never faltering.

Completely helpless to the laughter that was consuming him, he shook his head at you, “You are awful, you know that?” he remarked as his hands traveled your sides and towards the back pockets of your jeans.

Leaning down farther, so that you were able you press more of yourself against him, you wiggle an eyebrow at him, “Yeah, but you still love me and all of my awful traits.”

“Is there a consolation prize for all my efforts in the terrible game of tag you’ve made up?”

Cocking your head to the side, acting as if this was a silly question, you reassured him, “Of course, Shisui.” you murmured as you moved down to his neck as placed a soft kiss against juglar. “Do you really think that I do such a thing as leaving you to suffer in defeat?” you mused as you continued your tease with him, your kisses becoming heavier with each word. “I’m awful…” you admitted before actually biting down on the vulnerable skin, which gave you the satisfied result of a muffled moan from him.

Then moving away from him lip and back to his lips, your smirk just widened, “but not that awful,” you finished before beginning to kiss him again, this time having more meaning and drive behind it.  

Feeling a hand make its way to the back of your neck, your were forced down even more on him, making the already weighted kissed even heavier. Though the night air the brushed against you was cool, all you could feel was the burning within your cheeks and your chest, which was only heightened as you felt his hand shift from having a firm grip on you ass to trying to unbutton your jeans.

Breaking for a moment, you unsuccessfully tried to reason, “Hey- hey- hey, we’re in the middle of a playground, remember?” you giggled, trying to stop him from removing any of your clothes.

Almost instantly pulling you back down ontop him, he just continued trying to reason with you in between kisses. “It’s fine. it’s fine. It’s like 2:40 in the morning and we’re in the countryside, nobody’s gonna come.”  he halted any of your thinking.

Feeling your heart skip a beat, an excitement almost coming about at the whole situation, you still tried to talking some sense into him, “I just-” you tried to speak against the hasty kisses that he was giving, “Shisui, but what if someone does come-” you asked.

And it was at that point, where he rolled over on top of you, and just shook his head, reversing what the role had previously been. “Shh- consolation, remember? You gotta follow your own bullshit rules, Y/N.” he murmured out, lowering himself, ridding any of the gap that had been created.

And against your better judgement, you just smiled at him, very much liking where this was going. “Well, can’t have your consolation while I’m still wearing a shirt,” you murmured as you pulled the light fabric over your head and tossed it to the side.

Chuckling at your boldness, he just shook his head before returning to business, “Fuck, I love you.”  

Lacing your hands in his hair as you two began again, you arched your back up towards him wanting to have as much contact with his body as you could. Now with you on the bottom, he had complete ability to go back to unbuttoning your jeans, something that he knew very well and was most certainly going to take advantage off. Easily undoing to small button, his hand slipped underneath the fabric.

Almost instantly you squirmed underneath him, trying to stifle the small noises that were escaping you as he pleasured you. Feeling him smirk into the kiss, he kept on, both his pride and lust growing as he wanted to see you react even more to being underneath him. He liked doing this- getting you all bothered and riled up almost to your limit before continuing any further. And so, quickly coming to the realization that you needed more skin to skin contact than what you were getting, you did everything your power to get his shirt off. And it was your hastiness in your pulling at his shift that caused him to stop for a moment, taking his hands off your body and just gaze down at you, a smug little expression evident.

Throwing your head back, you pouted. “Shisui,” whined, knowing very well what he was doing. He liked playing the stupid little game of getting you all riled up and then stopping cold for a moment or two, just leaving you there to suffer. Of course it was something that you did to him too, but holy hell, you always seemed to forget how annoying it was to be on the receiving end of this play.

“Hm? What Y/N? I thought you were worried about people coming?” he taunted.

Rolling your eyes at him, you tried to combat his taunts, though you mainly just want to get back to business. “Shisui Uchiha- I-” you began to speak though you didn’t actually know what you wanted to say.

“You what?”

Glaring at him, you pursed your lips, knowing what he wanted to hear, but not yet wanting to give it to him. “Shisui…”

Shrugging, he continued knowing that this was a game he was going to win. “I mean, since you were so worried earlier, we better stop and go-”

Grabbing onto his collar and pulling him back down on top of you, so that he would feel your breath against his lips, you stared him directly in the eye and spoke, “No. I want you. I want you to fuck me right here. Don’t stop, just fuck me.” you nearly ordered.

And if you hadn’t done it earlier, then you certainly it with that phrase. Almost as soon as those words left your mouth, there was a quick smirk across his lips before his met with yours once more, this time with more force behind them than previously. Only breaking the kiss for a second, he removed his shirt in a single swift movement and began to work more towards taking your jeans completely off rather than just unbuttoning them. And with a little wiggling and tugging, you were nearly bare with Shisui hovering over you with complete control of the situation at that moment.

Running his hands down your body, almost as if he hadn’t done it hundreds of times before, he glazed over the various curves and rifts of your figure, like he hadn’t had had them all memorized already.  

And while you had a free moment where you weren’t about to succumb to him, you took the opportunity to switch the playing.

  • Literally just the sex part isn’t written bc I’m too finicky. Shisui was in charge at this point

“Fuck- Shisui…” you moaned out, sharply arching your back as he entered you.

  • Sex sex sex

“Shouldn’t have to work to hard for consolation, right?” you smirked, down at him and

  • Yay, MC takes control

“Fucking hell, Y/N…” he cursed out as he gripped onto your hips and guided them. You could tell he was getting close just by the tightness as which he held onto your hips and how

  • Yay both finish

“We should probably get dressed.”

“Yeah, might be a good idea…”

A/n: I’m not taking NSFW scenarios anymore bc I don’t like them. I’ll do hcs, but I just didn’t enjoy doing this.

anonymous asked:

What abouy Baku, todo, and Izu with a S/o who is from America and they just ask them everything "Does everyone really say yee-haw in Texas?" "Do the dogs there eat hamburgers too?" "How do you guys do in school "

((ok fun fact I live in texas and so i love when people send in stuff like this bc it gives me a chance to shit talk my homeland lol

also bakugou totally watched this video before asking about this))

“So what’s the fucking deal with the American Midwest?” The two of you were walking back from training when Bakugou asked, entirely out of the blue. Why did he care? What was he talking about? Was this because you were talking about home earlier?
“Can you be specific? There’s a lot of Midwest to reference.”
“Don’t dumbass me! I mean, like, why do they,” he made some confused gesture with his hands, “talk like that?”
You couldn’t help it. You’d never heard him so confused before. You tried to stifle your laughter, you really did, but to no avail. “Hey, stop laughing! It’s a good question!!”
“No, no, sorry man, but like… I really don’t know either. Good old Cornville is hardly the same as the real world and I’m thoroughly convinced it’s all a mass fever dream.”
He was looking at you warily out of the corner of his eye, probably a little embarrassed over making you laugh so hard at a simple question. “So you don’t know?”
“Sorry to disappoint, Baku, but nope. Like I said, it’s a different world. A different language within the same language. Wheat Town is a fucking anomaly, my dear.” Bakugou just rolled his eyes. You could tell he was a little disappointed that he didn’t get an answer, and very embarrassed about asking in the first place. “Why’re you curious, anyway?”
He was staring straight ahead. He was embarrassed! How cute. “You always talk about America, so I guess I was just interested, is all.”
“Aw, it’s sweet of you to take an interest! If that’s the case, I’ll try and answer your questions as best I can.”
“There won’t be any more questions! Fuck off!”


“But yeah, Texas is pretty gross. I mean, unless you like crazy hot weather and really terrible alcohol.” Todoroki gave you a look. “Not like I’ve had alcohol, obviously!”
You had been going through some old pictures when you found some from when you were little and still living in America, and Todoroki had been asking little questions about what it was like. You guys were currently on the southern part of the country, chatting about stereotypes of each region.
“Okay, but does everyone say ‘howdy’ and ‘yee-haw’ and stuff?” You couldn’t hold in a laugh at his accent. Honestly, you’d probably pay him to say more words in English.
“It’s mostly ironic at this point, but yes, most people do. If anyone under the age of 40 is talking like that, you know it’s a joke.”
“Did people ever do that seriously?”
“Stereotypes have to come from somewhere, Todoroki. That was waaaaay back in the day though, so it’s really only super old people from rural areas that actually speak that way, you feel?” He just nodded, satisfied with your answer. “Any more questions?”
“How are you people not dead yet with that pizza?”


“The way school works is so weird here.”
Midoriya looked up from his journal to look you in the eye. “What do you mean? How else would it work?”
“Like, the teachers rotate here.”
“What’s it like in America?”
“The students move. Everyone’s got a different schedule and they just go to the right room at the right time.”
The look on his face could only be described as a mix between confusion and mild fear. “Wait, but then where do you keep your stuff?”
“You take it with you, Midoriya. You don’t carry around that much, and there are lockers you can use if you need.”
“How do you not get lost?”
“Oh, you do.”
“Wait, you said everyone has a different schedule?” You nodded your head. “Then how do you get to know your classmates? That’s a lot of different people!”
“Dude, you don’t become familiar with all of them, that’s ridiculous.”
Midoriya looked back down at his notebook. “America is a large, confusing place.”
You just snickered at him. “Yeah, what else is new?”
“…I’m glad you came here, instead.”

title: minor insecurities
fandom: miraculous ladybug
summary:  Ladybug is desperate to keep her personal life separate from her crime-fighting partner, but its hard sometimes. There’s so much more behind the mask than a simple identity.
notes: this isn’t even good i am so sorry.

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“Your hair is longer now.”

Instinctively, Ladybug reaches up to touch the ends of her pigtail. She doesn’t have to reach back very far, Chat is right. The ends drape over her black-spotted shoulder.  Her fingers run through them measuredly and then she turns to glance at him.

“What about it?” she asks, confused by his sudden turn in topic.

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hiding in plain sight

pairing: cho chang x cormac mclaggen

setting: hs au - inspired by this (x)

word count: 2,154

a/n: cho chang is so much more complex than jkr wrote her, and I think it’s time I explored it. Big thanks to @astoriavgreengrass for letting me run with this!


Cormac McLaggen, Cho thinks faintly, probably tastes like sugar.

Spun sweet and falsely sticky - tacky. She watches him laugh uproariously at something one of the linebackers says, clapping his teammate on the back, and white teeth sparkle. He catches her eye, catches her watching, so Cho flips her ponytail and continues her paces.

Hot track underneath her feet - one, two, three. Far easier to breathe when she has to focus on it, when she’s chasing after a ball, than when she’s sitting quiet in her room, trying to finish her English homework, trying not to stare at the calendar that flashes March, because March was when Cedric first held her hand, March was when he moved away, and March was when the car accident happened.

“Two years, Chang.” Cho mutters to herself, wind whistling in her ears as she straightens her shoulder and takes longer strides. “Two years. Get over yourself before everyone else does.”

Her friends wave to her from the side of the track, and Cho finishes her final lap and jogs on over.

“C’mon, Cho.” Marietta says, forever impatient. “You’re dawdling.”

“Let me change, and then we can go.” Cho says, but her apology is drowned out by the whooping from the football team, Cormac leading the pack past her into the locker rooms. She feels more than sees the curious gaze of the quarterback, and every fiber of her being is too tired to deal with small talk and kind laughter, not when all she wants to do is curl up with a good movie and popcorn and hide from what people expect of her.

Marietta’s watching the team go by with faint interest. Cormac McLaggen has his straight nose, and strong jaw, dirty blond hair, light green gaze; Cho’s heard it all before from friends who laugh extra loud at one of the popular boy’s jokes, who buy into all his self-serving anecdotes.

“On second thought,” Cho places her bag firmly on her shoulders, “I’ll change when I get home. Let’s go now.”

Marietta raises a drawn eyebrow, glances backwards at where McLaggen is striding around shirtless. “You sure?”

“Positive.” Cho smiles.

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goldengrasp  asked:

Can you write about the initial dreams or aspirations of each Stark children of this generation and how they changed (if they did) through the course of the series... In a perfect universe what would each of them get to be? I guess we don't know anything about Rickon, so you may skip him...

Well, I’ve covered a bit of the “perfect universe” subject in this question asking what if the plot never happened, though that’s less “perfect” and more “normal”. But re changing dreams and aspirations… that is interesting, if terribly sad. So, in age and in sequence:

Robb:

  • To be a good heir and eventual lord of Winterfell (but in no hurry to do so)
  • To rescue the Riverlands and free his father and his sisters
  • To be a good king and protect the Riverlands and the North, to rescue his sisters and take revenge on the Lannisters
  • To go home, get rid of the ironborn in the North, and take revenge on Theon

Perfect universe: Has fun good-hearted adventures, marries a nice girl, has a bunch of nice kids, and becomes Lord of Winterfell around age 40 or so. (There are no Others or return of the Long Night, no lords ever rebel, and there’s no invasion of dragons or anything of the sort. A boring, ordinary life, but nice. And long.)

Jon:

  • To be the best son of Ned Stark he can (without imposing on his trueborn siblings), to maybe one day learn more about his mother
  • To be the finest Night’s Watchman ever (and a ranger); modified to be the best NW per the Lord Commander’s orders
  • To survive, to protect the Night’s Watch and the north
  • To be the best LC, to keep the NW safe and the North safe and all of humanity safe from the Others

Perfect universe: Robb’s trusted counselor, has fun good-hearted adventures, perhaps marries (well enough) eventually, hopefully learns about his true parentage from Ned one day in a way that doesn’t destroy his self-image, is respected and cared for.

Sansa:

  • To be the finest lady and have a life like a song
  • To one day be the best queen with a handsome king husband and raise lovely little princes and princesses, and have a life like a song
  • To survive, to be reunited with her family, to go home
  • To survive, (and escape), and go home
  • To be Alayne (deep inside: to be Sansa), and one day come home to Winterfell

Perfect universe: is the best queen to a good and worthy and loving king husband, raises fine and lovely children, helps the smallfolk and is loved by all (like another Good Queen Alysanne). (also, never lacks for lemoncakes.)

Arya:

  • To not be a lady, to be allowed to be herself and respected for what that is
  • To not be a lady, to have justice
  • To survive, to be reunited with her family, to go home
  • To survive, (and have revenge), and go home
  • To be no one (deep inside: to be Arya), and one day come home to Winterfell

Perfect universe: something that makes her happy, whatever that may be (perhaps a lady warrior with the Mormont women, perhaps Robb’s counselor, or other possibilities that don’t usually exist for women in ASOIAF since it’s not a perfect universe in any way even at its best). If she marries, it’s by her choice to a man who respects and loves her for being who she is.

Bran:

  • To be a knight, maybe even a Kingsguard one day
  • To be a good ruler of Winterfell in Robb’s absence, to have his family come home, to sleep without nightmares, (deep inside: to walk again)
  • To survive, to find the three-eyed crow (and walk again), to protect his companions, and one day go home
  • To fly, to understand and see, (and one day come home to Winterfell)

Perfect universe: perhaps becomes a squire to his uncle in Riverrun, and is eventually knighted, has fun good-hearted adventures. Either returns north and keeps a stronghold for Robb (maybe founding a cadet branch of House Stark), or marries in the south and holds a castle there, or becomes a Kingsguard (perhaps to the king of his sister Queen Sansa?). Is always a true knight.

Rickon:

  • To be with his family with lots of hugs and sweets and puppies (just because he’s 3 doesn’t mean he doesn’t have dreams and aspirations)
  • To have his father and sisters come home, and for Bran to wake up, and for his mother to please stop being so sad and be his mother again
  • To have his father come home and his mother come home and Robb come home and for everyone to stop going away
  • To survive, and one day come home to Winterfell

Perfect universe: a path like Bran’s (minus the knighthood probably), has lots of fun good-hearted adventures with his family, and eventually holds a stronghold in the North and maybe founds a cadet branch of House Stark. Has lots of family and hugs and sweets and puppies.

(um. Well, I’m going to go cry now.) Hope that satisfies!

ragingscooter  asked:

Golly "Oh my god! You're in love with her."

“Oh my god! You’re in love with her!”

“Shh!” You cover Rachel’s mouth and then push her out of earshot. You return your phone to your ear and try to catch up on what your girlfriend is telling you but it’s proving increasingly difficult as you’re busy watching your asshole friend hug a lamppost while making kissy noises.

You shake you head and turn away, trying your best not to laugh. You can’t give Rachel the satisfaction. You decide to murder her later.

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Part 1, Chapter 10: Thistle

Near the Nevada border, I pulled the truck to the side of the road, cut the engine left the AC on. It is so hot here! Opening the window feels like opening an oven to see if it’s ready for bread – how it feels like you’ve been slapped in the face? Like that. You know, Alice.

I’m staring at my hands. They’re just my hands, like I’ve always had, but…also there is something of Heaven to them, because not that long ago they were touching your hands. How could they be ordinary hands and also hold that memory at the same time? Doesn’t make sense.

I can’t drive while I tell this. Too much to say. I’m going to tell it all Alice. Even the parts you know. I’m going to describe the shape of the monster that is devouring me.

And then I’m going to start this engine, and leave that monster behind.

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