not sure if i got the line right

Kameko My Castle Lines
  • “I feel right as rain! This must be a good omen.” (surge)
  • “I believe the quality of a weapon or stave is a reflection of one’s character, so I always make sure my equipment is finely tuned.” (weapon proficiency up)
  • “Oh, goodness me! I almost tripped over this silly thing. It must not think highly of me.” (item found)
  • “I adore looking at accessories. What do you think would look best on me?” (asking for accessory)
    • “Isn’t this just darling! Thank you. You must know me better than myself!” (accessory gift loved)
    • “Thank you. What a cute gift!” (accessory gift liked)
    • “Oh, er… I appreciate the thought, dear.” (accessory gift disliked)
    • “Um… I don’t suppose you meant to give me something else?” (bath towel gift)
    • “You remembered my birthday? Why, aren’t you just the sweetest thing!” (birthday gift)
    • “Thank you for the birthday present, my love… What? My cheeks are turning red? Oh, you!” (birthday gift, married)
    • “Ah well. I shouldn’t be selfish when we’re at war.” (gift not given)
  • “Mm, just breathe that fresh air. It clears the lungs and the soul.” (idle)
  • “Are you eating all your meals? Getting to sleep on time? Oh, forgive me! I didn’t mean to smother you.” (idle)
  • “Don’t overwork yourself. You wouldn’t be happy sitting in bed all day recovering, now would you?” (idle)
  • “Just tell me if I’m overstepping any boundaries, Lord/Lady Corrin. I don’t mean to be such a mother to my superiors.” (idle)
  • “What a wonderful day to take a stroll arm-in-arm with the man I love. What do you say, Corrin?” (idle, married)
  • “Happy birthday, Lord/Lady Corrin. We should throw a party in your honor!” (birthday wishes)
  • “Happy birthday, dearest Corrin. May we spend the next year and every year after making unforgettable memories together…” (birthday wishes, married)
  • “Make yourself at home. Perhaps we can sit over tea and share stories if you are not too busy?” (visiting another castle)
  • “What do you do in your spare time? I’d love to pick up something new to do.” (asking about spare time)
  • “Be a dear and team up with this old woman in the next battle?” (asking to team up)
  • “Oh, this and that. I like to spice things up as much as I can.” (replying to spare time)
  • “Only if you’re sure it’s me you want, haha!” (replying to team up)
  • “It’s nice to be able to ask you directly: what would you like your mother to get you?” (gift offer for Kaze/Saizo/Kana)
  • “I have so many stories to tell you since we last saw each other. I love spending time with you.” (talking about spending time with Kaze/Saizo/Kana)
  • “Aren’t you the kindest soul? I’m blessed enough to have you!” (replying to gift offer from Kaze/Saizo/Kana)
  • “Oh, how can I resist hugging you when you say that? Now, now, don’t pout!” (replying to spending time with Kaze/Saizo/Kana)

(My Room lines / Shop lines)

okay so I was browsing a store online with a bunch of overwatch merch and they had this collection of wallets with characters and their quotes and

‘oeath walhs among you’
I almost didn’t notice 
but strap yourselves in ‘cause it gets better
(also I’ll add a caption under all of them in case they’re too hard to read)

‘lets otopthe aeat’
you heard him, everyone

‘one shor
one hill’

‘a inrooe perror arco’

‘love love’???? idk I can’t read that shit

‘trueself is wnhout form’
apparently words too

‘bettle continues’

‘gravmy hills’
I don’t even know Zarya’s voice lines well enough to know what this is supposed to be but I’m pretty sure it’s wrong

‘rrs high noon’
rrs high noon somewhere in the world


‘marhe avyhe oragon’
almost got the dragon right, come on you can do it

‘justicerain ffomaaove’
looks like someone sleep-drunk

‘ican do tms yitn all my eyes closed’
yea you heard it right ALL my eyes closed

‘rhllo rcriverco’
what even

‘heros never one’

‘from oroer oring hermony
from light inro buings’
oh my god

‘I ma one-man’
you sure are

‘preoue oont rrove’

‘cheer love
the cavalry’s here’

and now a bonus:

plot twist
Reaper’s actually Tracer

Let Me Protect You - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11,337

Warnings: WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Shower Sex, Wall Sex, Bondage, Mitch’s Scruff, Mitch’s sexy ass arms and muscles and abs and face and MITCH’S ENTIRE BEING

Notes: Holy. Shit. It’s long overdue but THAT WORD COUNT??? I am dying inside from this. I hope you dirty people like this. Please let me know because this literally killed me inside to write. 

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Company Truck, Seriously?

This happened over the weekend. I work weekends and was on my way to work. To get there I take a freeway. As every driver SHOULD know, but doesn’t. The left lane is for people traveling faster and slower drivers should move right to let them pass.

Now I am sure this is a pretty common problem in every city where you get people who are too clueless, or distracted to actually move over. This causes traffic congestion, and basically makes those shitty commutes that much shittier.

So as I am going to work, I am doing slightly above 100km/h in the 100km/h zone. I quickly approach some cars in the fast lane doing 80km/h. Unfortunately, there was another car in the right lane matching that speed. They would not pass each other.

We came by an exit and the car in the slow lane exited. The guy in the fast lane sped up until he got to the next slow car, where he matched again. It was just enough that no one could pass him in the slow lane.

After dealing with this guy for the better part of my drive, he finally signals to the right lane and the exit. As the long line of cars in the fast lane pass, he is having a grand time laughing and flipping the middle finger. I’m sure he got it back, but what a piece of shit.

That’s when I noticed that he was in a company vehicle. I took note of the company name and website, then continued on to work.

Once at work I pulled up his website and saw that he was just a small private company. He listed his home address, which is about 45 minutes to the east of the city (along the exit he took).

I ran across the street to the gas station with one of the few remaining pay phones still in operation. I called him up and asked him to come give me a quote on a massive rush job. I booked the appointment for 10am at a location that was 1.5 hours west of the city. In total, that would be 3 hours each direction.

He gladly accepted the job thinking it would be a big one. I’ve never been to the area I sent him.

I don't want Anti to have a redemption Arc.

I know. I KNOW.
“But impulse weren’t you all ‘team Anti’ and 'save anti’ two days ago?”
I was and I still am but hear ask yourself this:

How many villains get a redemption arc? How many times do we do a song and dance of hating and fearing the bad guy until we find out he’s just misunderstood and then praise him as he switches sides?
Happens pretty freaking often doesn’t it?

Now think back on all those “redeemed” characters and you’ll notice a pattern. After switching sides and becoming a “good” guy they lose half of what made them stand out.

Okay now back to Anti. He was AWAYS meant to be the bad guy. The antagonist. The one who calls us out on just idly watching and playing favorites.
The dark splash on Jacks otherwise cheery channel and he needs to stay that way.

What I mean by save Anti is this: Save him just this once.

I don’t want him to change. I would honestly be a little upset if he crossed over to being good.
All I want and all I think he needs to switch it up from his normal antics is this:

A moment of clarity.

Just one brief moment of trust in us fans.

I want to see him angry and triumphant over the other egos, them laying beaten and bloody at his feet. I want him to drag Chase (or the fandom fave at the time) up by the hair and go in for the kill only to hesitate.
For words to glitch on the screen.
Our words. Talking about how we love him. How we want to see more of him. How exciting and crazy it is to interact with him.

Most importantly I want him to see a fandom that, for the time being, loves him and just him.
I think it would floor him.
Just imagine Anti holding Chase up by the hair with his knife pressed tight against his throat freeze. The manic grin fade from his face and glitching slow down.

“Do you mean it?”

He looks straight at the camera when his asked this, voice a soft static and he’s gone. The video ends with Chase trying to wake the others and faint zalgo text in the background: Don’t forget this.

Can you imagine the hype after that? Suddenly Anti is the talk of the town fan art after fan art. Fiction and edits everywhere all about him. He finally has what he has always wanted.

The fandom.

But as always, the hype dies and the fandom goes back to fawning over Jack.
But he trusts us. We love him now right? There’s no way we forgot.

Marvin gets a new power hour…
Everything is suddenly flooded with fans cheering for the magician.

“It’s okay! He can have his turn. They love me too. They said so…”

Schneeps returns with his silly antics.
“They’ll include me this time right? They also draw us together! There’s no way they could have forgotten already….”

Time and time again everyone else got to appear and time and time again everyone cheered for them. Again Anti would be left out. A gimmick. A side show. Nothing worth paying attention to once everything was said and done.

Chase gets a new video and that’s where Anti will draw the line.
He’ll reappear and this time he’ll make sure we don’t forget.

Tl/Dr :
I want to save Anti and have him put his trust in us only for us to let him down. Because once the hype dies he’ll be pushed to the side again and even if he isn’t he wouldn’t truly believe us anyway would he?
And he’d make us pay for tricking him.

the elevator scene analysis

so here’s my over-analysis on the elevator scene that nobody asked for. i hope you’re ready for Keith being a pining little shit

so Lance decides to check out the pool. of course he would! he grew up on the beach and is the guardian spirit of water. that’s totally something he’d be all over. he loves swimming.

so it’s kinda interesting that Keith of all people would also want to go swimming. he’s the polar opposite of Lance, he’s the fire paladin. water isn’t really his thing tbh? (doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy swimming though, but you get what i mean)

while it could just be coincidental that he decided to go check out the pool at the same time Lance did, i get the feeling Keith found out Lance was going swimming and wanted to join him but pretended that he didn’t know what Lance was doing ‘cause he doesn’t wanna make it obvious that there’s something else he wants to check out

what do you mean “what do you think you’re doing?” Keith??? he’s wearing swim trunks and a towel and is on the same elevator as you how can you not make the obvious conclusion that he’s going swimming???? you’re a terrible liar 

okay look, i know how i get when i have a crush on somebody. i will find literally any excuse to be around them, but will try to downplay it and make it seem like i totally don’t care. i’d recognize that kinda behavior anywhere. and Keith? totally trying to downplay it right now. “i just so happened to want to go swimming at the same time my crush did and stopped him in the elevator before he could go without me but pffsh i totally am NOT trying to find an excuse to be around him. i’ll prove it by making sure he knows we will be on opposite ends of the pool and i’m totally not interested in being around him!”

okay Keith, i think we get the point ;D (the way he says this line sounds so forced like he’s trying not to make things awkward oh my god)

if you go back and watch this scene, Keith looks over at Lance first. probably because he just realized he got stuck in an elevator, with his crush, while wearing bathing suits. the first thing running through his mind right now is probably “hHOL YSsHIT”

Lance looks over at Keith like “are you fucking kidding me right now” 

and Keith is like “shit gotta keep acting like this is the opposite of the best day of my life”

so anyways we cut back to this scene after a brief moment with Pidge and Hunk, and while i bet Keith would come up with any excuse to get close to Lance, i like to think it was Lance’s idea to crawl up the elevator shaft like this. he’s the kind of person who would come up with crazy ideas like this if he was that determined to get to the pool. i have absolutely no doubt Keith was internally screaming the whole time.

he proceeds to bicker with Lance like usual and they shove each other. if you look closely after Keith shoves Lance back though, you’ll notice he keeps leaning against Lance more than before. probably ‘cause he’s secretly enjoying the physical contact


poor Lance, he just wants to go swimming. let the dolphin boy swim

Keith: this is literally one of the best things that has ever happened to me don’t ruin it

Keith spots the vent shaft and they finally get out of there

listen, i don’t know if it was just intentional but it seriously looks like these two aren’t looking in the same direction. Lance is looking up at the vent shaft like “finally, thank god” whereas Keith looks like he’s just staring at nothing in particular, probably thinking to himself “well this was exciting but now we get to go swimming which is gonna be even better. nice”

tl;dr: Keith found out Lance was going swimming so he wanted to as well but pretended like it was just a coincidence, and totally was secretly enjoying the fact that he got trapped in an elevator with his crush. and based on all the pining!Keith evidence we have so far, i don’t see why this can’t be the case.

Russell T Davies on Steven Moffat

We do not know how lucky we are.

When asked to consider Steven’s finest moments, I was overwhelmed by images. Heores and villains. Battles and beauty. Monsters and children. Then I realised that I’d only got as far as 20 minutes into The Empty Child -round about the joke about Marxism and West End musicals - and had to sit down for a cup of tea.

I think, as fans, we can focus on the detail - Mondasian Cybermen! - at the risk of missing the bigger picture. That picture being, in Steven’s case, that we’ve just seen one of the greatest sci-fi body-horror thriller action-adventure romances (plus comedy) of our entire lives, beamed on to our TVs for less than 10p, written by a world-class master of his craft who’s now so in command of his talent, he’s riffing on ephemera from 1966 and turning it into gold, whisky, sex, whatever turns you on best. We truly do not know how lucky we are to have a man of this calibre writing our favourite show.

Since leaving Doctor Who, I’m approached, now and then, by strangers who remember my withered husk from Doctor Who Confidential. There’s a glint in their eye as they say, “What d’you think of it now?” An awful lot of those people are dying for me to trash it. I think, genuinely, they’re trying to achieve an intimacy. I think, nastily, they want me to say something bad so they can take it online and have some strange sort of fun. And when I say, “I love it!” they often think I’m lying.

I love it. I love every episode the man’s written. I love the other episodes he’s rewritten and I think few people know how many that is. I love the detail, I love the scale, I love the people, I love the jokes. I love the fact that Steven himself is quite down on The Beast Below. The whole of the UK on a spaceship? The whole of the UK is a spaceship? I’d retire there and then, complete. Nope, for him, it just wasn’t good enough.

I love the man, in truth, I love his mind, I love his standards, I love his rigour, his darkness, his kindness, his ambition, his love of TV. I love the man who wrote the very last line of Coupling, which shows what a lovely human being he is.

I love his women. Consider, in bad fiction, which is most fiction, how women’s roles, which have suffered so many years of neglect that they can be summarised as ‘women’s roles’, fall into the same old categories. They are reduced to the Mother, the Wife, the Daughter, the Bride. Agents of sex and childbirth, nothing more.

But then look at what Steven does with those categories. The Bride stands tall at her reception - literally in her wedding dress - and summons the Doctor back itno existence with an Old Maid’s rhyme. When the Bride has a Daughter, it’s a vital part of a galaxy-spanning revenge. The Daughter then becomes the Wife, a woman of such swagger and joy and tenderness, the Time Lord finally falls in love. We’re not done yet. A lesser category pops up, the Dominatrix, complete with eye-patch, but don’t worry, the Bride who’s the Mother of the Daughter who’s the Wife kills her stone dead! Then a lesbian travels the universe and everyone adores her. And nestling at the heart of the show is Doctor Who’s very own problem category, the Companion, a title inherently subordinate to the Man. Until Clara comes along! Companion to every single moment in the Doctor’s life. A woman so strong that in her first appearance, and her last, Death itself cannot stop her. A decade before Wonder Woman, Steven started weaving his own vast female mythology across the stars, in a funny old children’s show on Saturday teatimes.

I could mansplain all day, but the other thing I love in Steven’s writing is the complexity. I’ve heard some tiny, distant rumours that some people might have a problem with that. But I think it’s the very thing that will ensure Doctor Who’s logevity. You see, in the old days, us older fans fell in love with this show because it was porous. It had gaps. It was cheap, it was rushed, it was lovely and brave and unapologetic, using three walls in Lime Grove to create an entire Dalek invasion of Earth. All those gaps allowed us in. We imagined the offstage armies. We embraced the wobbles and bumps. If Sutekh had a secret hand on his cushion, we hooted, or invented a reason why (Clara!). But we either imagined it better, or saw how good it was underneath. Which is exactly like falling in love.

Now, the modern show has a lot more money. You can see those armies centre-stage. Gallifrey is so gorgeous, it has a spare city. Cyber-fleets can explode behind Rory’s head as a throwaway joke. And sometimes, a lossy show allows the mind the slide off. But Steven has created a brand-new porous surface. He invites us into the plots. He gives us stories which vault and somersault and double-back and trick and trap and treat. It’s not so much porous, it’s more like a great big spinning double helix and we’re clinging on, spinning for our lives, and yelling with joy. Yes, it’s complicated, but that’s wonderful. It will keep people thinking about the show forever.

Okay, my favourite moment? It’s my favourite joke. A Good Man Goes to War. Rory approaches River Song in the Storm Cage, and she says she’s been on a date with the Doctor, to the frost fair in 1814. “He got Stevie Wonder to sing for me underneath London Bridge.” And for a second, there’s that lovely shiver as you anticipae the punchline. “Don’t tell him.”

That’s a small momnt from a man who’s created empires. But a favourite joke is a beautiful thing. I just looked up the line and it turns out, I’ve long since paraphrased it, but that’s even better - like I said, Steven makes us part of the text, and now I own it! The point is, I think of that line every few days. Literally, a couple of times a week, every week. Every now and then, when I’m washing up or watching TV, or walking into town, or whatever, it pops into my head. “Don’t tell him.” And I laugh. I laugh, every single time. It’s been making me laugh for six years and it will make me laugh for the rest of my life. Very few people can write a line capable of that.

We have been so lucky.

Jeremy Bulloch on his lines as Boba Fett (feat. Temuera Morrison and Daniel Logan egging him on) at Star Wars Celebration Orlando

Bulloch: Boba Fett has seven lines and a scream.

Morrison: You couldn’t give us that scream, could you?

Bulloch: [screams for approximately eight seconds]

Morrison: That’s talent, that’s talent, right there. I can see why you got the part.

poems i would write you | shawn mendes


word count: 9,018 (i was gonna split this up, but decided to just keep it together. it’s long. put on your favorite sweatpants and grab that bag of hot cheetos you’ve been saving before you dig into this thing.)

author’s note: GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN? BERRY’S BACK, TELL A FRIEND. welcome to the first installment of my college!shawn series, which takes place during Y/N’s (that’s you) freshman year. it’s got fluff, angst, and some pretty stupid decisions on everyone’s part. title from “shot down” by khalid, as per a recommendation from @light-up-shawn. enjoy.

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Upon your arrival to college, you had been on the receiving end of entirely too much advice from various relatives, older friends, and even strangers. Don’t walk alone at night, don’t sign up for eight AM classes, don’t drink the “jungle juice” at any frat parties.

Your parents had told you to focus on your studies and seek tutoring help if you needed it. Your sister had encouraged you to join a sorority to really be at “the heart” of university life, as if you knew what that meant. The only advice your cousin gave you was to always remember your room key and to pack a pair of shower shoes, the latter of which she accompanied with a shudder - you could piece together that anecdote on your own.

But nobody had prepared you for this particular problem.

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So I was watching the latest episode of Powerless and something caught my attention. So this episode dealt with Van McFuckface trying to become Robin (which coincidentally is the plot of the only issue that he actually exists in) and one of the scientists dudes said something along the lines of “You do know that two Robins supposedly died on the job, right?”

We know for sure that one of them is Jason because he’s always the dead one but I got to wondering which of the other boys was the other dead Robin. Technically all of them have died at some point. Dick’s death was faked but he’s still dead in the public eye for a while. Tim disappeared recently but is believed to be dead by the public. Damian actually died and was murdered fairly publicly. 

Now hear me out here, Dick and Tim were no longer Robins when they died so technically speaking Damian is the only other Robin besides Jason that died ‘on the job.’ 

What does this mean? Damian exists/existed as Robin in the universe that Powerless has set up. It also means my desire for Damian to step in and take over Van McFuckface’s job for an episode or two is very much possible. 

BTS REACTION : their friend sitting on their lap to tease them

Please request more smut reactions, cause I literally have none (except this one) and I really enjoy doing them, even though I’m not really good at writing them ahah

You were going to watch a movie with the rest of bangtan at the dorm. You were in charge of making the popcorn for the boys so you’ll have something to snack on while watching the movie. When you arrive in the living room, the boys had already picked their seats and you noticed Jin was sitting alone on an armchair. You go towards him, placing the popcorn on the coffee table. You gave him a small smirk before sitting on his lap, making sure to sit exactly on top of his crotch. You felt his bulge growing and you didn’t hesitate to slowly move your hips back and forth. You loved teasing him, even though he was JUST your friend. You noticed his breathing got heavier and he moved his lips closer to your ear to whisper something to you.

“y/n, what are you doing ? I don’t think this is a good idea”


You were sitting on the couch, next to Yoongi, watching the maknae line playing video games. Namjoon suddenly came in the living room. As he was going towards the couch where you were sitting, you got up and sat on Yoongi’s lap to give Namjoon some space. You sit right on his crotch and you wiggle a little bit (on purpose ofc). He doesn’t react, or at least he doesn’t show his reaction. You feel something growing in his pants, but he sure knows how to keep his poker face.

“You alright there ?”


You loved teasing Hoseok, especially when the others were around cause he didn’t know how to react because you were supposed to be JUST FRIENDS. Once you sat on his lap, he just glared at you, his heart was beating faster, his breathing got heavier, and of course you felt something underneath you… He then whispered into your ear :

“I don’t think you should be doing that y/n… Not with me…” 


Namjoon would secretly love it but he didn’t say anything.. You were sitting on his lap, watching TV together. You were on top of him and he had his hands delicately placed on your hips. You knew something was going on inside his pants, but you loved it. You didn’t move and he did the same, secretly loving the position you were in. Both of you were just friends, but that sort of skinship for sure didn’t bother him.


You had been sitting on his lap for a couple minutes now and he didn’t say anything so decided to spice things up. You start to slowly move your hips back and forth and you noticed some sounds were escaping his lips, like small grunts. You get up, on purpose just to tease him and he gives you a smirk (gif).

“What are you doing ? You don’t want to continue sitting on my lap ?”


You were at a party and it was honestly quite boring. You want to have a little bit of fun so you decide to tease Taehyung. The two of you were just friends but you always flirted and you could honestly see yourself be more than friends with him. You sit on his lap and start to slowly dance to the music that was playing. You felt his bulge getting bigger and you turn around to give him a smirk.

“Oh I see what you’re doing. Keep going, I like it”


Out of all the boys, Jungkook was one of your favorite to tease because of his reaction. He was so shy whenever you did “sexy” stuff around him, it was like a game to you. Jungkook always had a crush on you and did not know how to act when he was embarrassed around you. When you entered the living room, you saw him sitting on the couch, not too far from Hoseok, and you decided to go tease him. You expected him to be his usual awkward self, but his reaction totally surprised you. Once you sat on his lap, he spread his legs a little bit more so you could feel his crotch a bit better. He placed one of his hands on the inside of your thigh and started slowly rubbing it.

“You really want to play this game y/n ? You know I’m going to win…”

Bad Girls Get Punished

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, use of toys, dom / sub, punishment, slight bondage, unprotected sex 

Word Count: 1400

Summary: Bucky punishes you after you’ve been a bad girl 

I sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but my matching black lace bra and panties, hands tucked under my thighs like commanded. The cool air in the bedroom was tickling my bare skin, causing a shiver to roll down my spine, goosebumps rising over my arms and legs. I had been sitting here waiting for twenty minutes and the anticipation of what was coming was making it hard to sit still. My arousal already pooling hot in the pit of my belly.

I closed my eyes and bit hard on my bottom lip, taking a long breath as I pictured Bucky’s face clearly in my mind. We’d been at the club, drinking, celebrating. And maybe I’d pushed his buttons by looking at Pietro a little too fondly, and maybe Pietro’s hands had wandered a little too low while we were dancing; whatever it was though Bucky had passed jealous within seconds and arrived furious. He tugged me back against his chest and away from Pietro’s sticky fingers, making sure I felt the press of his erection along the crease of my ass as he whispered heavily in my ear that I was going to pay for it later. Honestly, that had been the exact reaction I’d been hoping for. 

I moaned quietly, clenching my thighs together as I imagined what he might be doing later. Bucky never kept punishments the same, he mixed it up so I never knew what to expect, so I never knew what was coming.

“What are you thinking about?”

My eyes popped open as Bucky’s voice broke my train of thought, the breath catching in my throat as I watched him walk towards me, only dressed in his dark jeans from earlier, the hard planes of his chest illuminated in the soft light in the bedroom. Suddenly remembering what he’d asked I shook my head quickly.
“Nothing,” I stammered out. Bucky clicked his tongue, shaking one of his metal fingers at me.
“Nothing?” He repeated. “Are you sure you weren’t thinking about Pietro’s hands all over you?”

I shook my head again, wetting my lips with my tongue.
“N - no, I wasn’t thinking of him.”
“Good girl.”

Bucky knelt in front of me, tracing each of his hands up the fronts of my legs until he reached my knees, the corners of his lips picking up into a smirk as he pulled them apart. I inhaled sharply through my nose as he lent forward between my legs, pulling out a wooden box from under the bed.

Bucky rifled through it for a second before looking up at me, nodding towards the top of the bed.

“Go and lie down, hands above your head.”
I did so without question, getting myself comfortable on the pillows before lifting my arms up, my eyes staying on Bucky as he lent over me, his breath ghosting over my face as he secured my wrists to the headboard with the silk scarves he had hold of. I tested them as soon as he was finished; they were tight but not enough that it was cutting any circulation off.

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”How do you know when to recast your fishing rod?  How often should you do it?” I asked, still looking out into the lake, my mind concentrated on sensing any tremor in my hands. 

“Recast when you aren’t catching anything,” she replied, so sure of herself that I thought, at least for a second, that her answer made perfect sense.

It was that time of year when you welcomed the sun’s warmth.  Winter was a month or two away, and finally the noon sun’s rays weren’t overwhelming.   Most of the leaves had just begun to orangafy, and according to Alexis, this was the best time of the year to fish. 

So there we were, both sitting on the lake’s shore in two foldable lawn chairs, our shoes pressed into the dark, silted mud, our eyes steadfastly gazing into the lake as if our lives depended on it.

“Do you want to go eat after this?  Maybe get some Long John Silvers?” I joked.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” she answered, apparently unaware of my pitiful attempt at humor.

“Haha I was joking, you see–”

A fish hit the side of my face, its scales lightly abrading the side of my cheek.  She was aware.  Still, though, I didn’t think my joke warranted a fish attack.

“You can’t just throw a fish at me whenever you don’t like my jokes,” I said, taking my eyes off the lake and onto her nice-looking face.

“I just did.”

Well, she had me there.  I wish I had a fish to throw back at her, but I hadn’t caught any.  Sure, I could throw the one she threw at me back at her, but I felt like I should have to earn my own fish ammo. 

“And don’t throw that back at me,” she said, “I just got a pedicure.”

“What does that have to do with anything?!”

“I don’t want fish on me.”

“You’re wearing sandals, though.  Your feet are literally in the mud right now.”

“Mud’s good for your feet.  It’s a natural exfoliator.”

“Then why’d you get the pedicure?”  

“I had a coupon,” she said as her hand began to furiously reel in her line.  She had caught another fish, a trout, it looked like, and a big one too. 

A dog’s bark could be heard in the distance.  A distant flock of swans flew over the horizon.  A brisk wind swirled in my ears.  It was the fall of 2009, the height of the Great Recession, and I was hopelessly, madly in love.

Translation of the new LINE stickers with captions:

  • Kaneki: Thanks.
  • Touka: Huh!?
  • Shironeki: It can’t be helped, right?
  • Juuzou: *stare*
  • Hinami: *shining*
  • Ayato: Uh~ *scratching*
  • Amon: Sorry.
  • Uta: Hmm…
  • Nico: Please <3
  • Haise: Okaay
  • Urie: Understood (got it).
  • Shirazu: *smirk*
  • Mutsuki: *shivering*
  • Saiko: *lazing around*
  • Matsuri: End of the future (not completely sure about this?)
  • Marude: *glance*
  • Hairu: Right~ (in Hokkaido dialect)
  • Higemaru: Alright then!!
  • Shao: Onee-sama…
  • Juuzou: G’luck, g’luck!
  • Suzuya squad: Hahahahahahahaha
  • Furuta: Peace!!
  • Hide: Hey!!
  • Yoshimura: Good work today.
  • Eto: Nemukyun <3 (Nemukyun is a member of
  • Koma: I know!
  • Rize: *munch munch*

anonymous asked:

How jumin and seven would react if MC turned into a cat for a day? 😻

Umm ok sure heh^^;; hope you like~


  • Jumin is more than a little freaked out 
  • But something about this cat…he just knows its MC 
  • He hadn’t even told anyone about what had happened when he got a message from Saeyoung 
    • “You got a new cat?!! I’m coming over!” 
  • Before he knew it, the doorbell was ringing 
  • He bee-lines it right for you and you try to run away but he’s scooping you up 
    • “She’s so cuuuute!”
    • “Hands off,” Jumin snatches you away from Saeyoung 
  • Saeyoung pouted 
    • “I don’t believe I gave you permission to come here,” Jumin scoffed 
    • “I saw her on your security cameras and couldn’t help myself! Come here, girl,” he pulled a toy from his pocket and dangled it in front of you 
  • Jumin glared in annoyance 
    • “She’s not going to want to-”
  • Suddenly you jumped out of his arms and ran to the toy to bat at it with your paw 
  • Saeyoung looked super pleased with himself 
    • “What was that, Jumin?” he said smugly
    • “Ugh, MC…” he caught himself a little too late 
    • “You named her…after MC? That’s a little weird, even for you Jumin. Does she know about this?” he laughed 
  • Jumin actually smiled a bit seeing you play with the toy
  • Until Saeyoung began petting you 
  • First it was your face 
  • Then he moved down to scratch at the base of your tail and he heard you purr as you rubbed your face on his leg 
    • “Alright, that’s enough!” 
  • He hadn’t meant to shout, and he cleared his throat in embarrassment as his cheeks flushed
  • He picked you up from the ground gingerly 
    • “I was about to eat dinner, so I’ll be asking you to leave now,” Jumin pushed him back towards the door 
    • “Ughhh, stingy…Alright. But I’m coming back! You didn’t even let me say goodbye to Ell-”
  • Jumin slammed the door in his face 
    • “Are you hungry?” 
  • He held you up to his face and your noses touched 
  • After some thought he had some Tuna prepared for you 
  • And a bowl of milk 
    • “Don’t lap so fast. It isn’t very ladylike, watch Elizabeth 3rd.”
  • He could tell you were glaring, even as a cat 
    • “You’re still cute, though,” he stroked your fur with a smile 
  • When it came time for bed all three of you snuggled in under the covers 
  • He let you sleep on his chest 
  • Your small breaths helped ease his anxieties and the thoughts of how to get you back to the way you were 
  • Your little face was nuzzled into the crook of his neck and the vibrations of your purrs put him to sleep 
  • He woke up to find your body back to normal, most of you laying directly on top of him 
  • He sighed in relief and ran his fingers through your hair 
    • “Welcome back…” he whispered when your eyes began to flutter open 
    • “Jumin…” you yawned, “should I start breakfast?” 
    • “No…let’s lay here a while longer, kitten,” he smiled and kissed you