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Fran and Jock

by reddit user Pippinacious/ tumblr user muricanmagpie

I was the last in a long line of grandkids on both sides of the family. No one has ever said as much, but I’m pretty sure I was an “oops” baby; the result of one too many glasses of wine and a couple over forty who thought unplanned pregnancies were for teens.


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“Although the vodka tasted like rubbing alcohol and a bitter distrust had molded itself around her veins, she couldn’t help but see the warmth in Taehyung that should have never been there. Taehyung should have never been here.”
Gang AU: Where Taehyung moves in next door to the runaway heir of his rivals, and she seems more distraught about it than him.
Rated M/Warnings: violent themes/slight gore, sexual themes, dacryphilia, overstimulation, intoxicated sex, slight mention of alcohol, princess!kink
Word Count:13,443

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Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 5)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven  | Part Eight

[Following anyone/everyone who leaves some form of thoughtful feedback x]

- Knuckles Playlist

“Calum!” you call after walking into the kitchen, spraying cleaner on the counter and drying it down with a rag. “It’s your turn to take the garbage out.”

“One second,” he says back, followed shortly with an unrelated, “Oh, shit.”

A moment later you glance up to see him emerge from his bedroom, shirtless, and holding in his hand a toothbrush with bristles coated in white paste.

Your arm continues to circle the counter with the rag, using slightly less elbow grease now that you’ve been distracted. “What?”

“Water’s out in my room,” he answers casually, as if it’s a reoccurring inconvenience that he’s come to expect over time. He reaches across the counter to dampen his toothbrush with the kitchen’s faucet, then proceeds to scrub his morning breath away.

“How does it just go out in one room?” you question, turning to use the same cleaner on the front of the refrigerator.

“Dunno,” Calum mutters with a mouth full of foam. Your ears catch the sound of him spitting into the sink.

“I just cleaned that.”

“And you did a great job.”

You cast an annoyed glare over your shoulder.

“Anyway, cool if I use your shower?” Calum asks, smiling at the silent threat.

The ownership you have over anything in the apartment still sounds odd to you when put into words, almost always forcing you to pause with the need to correct Calum before remembering he’s making sense. You guess you haven’t quite settled in to your newest living arangment yet, still in the habit of referring to it as Calum and Ashton’s place. You only unpacked your last box a few weeks ago, a short while after Ashton left for Las Vegas to pursue the boxing training Dennis Serrant had to offer.

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Can I translate your comic please? I just want to make sure that if you allow me to translate your comic .Oh, and your comic is really awesome by the way. I really love yout art style <3

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Fran and Jock

I was the last in a long line of grandkids on both sides of the family. No one has ever said as much, but I’m pretty sure I was an “oops” baby; the result of one too many glasses of wine and a couple over forty who thought unplanned pregnancies were for teens.


By the time I came along, both of my grandmothers had already passed away and my grandfathers were elderly and lived in different states. Trying to coordinate travel plans for a family of five, including an infant, was difficult on a budget and neither of my grandpas were up to frequent trips, so visits were rare and spaced out over long periods.

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Chapter 98 Thoughts

You would think the ending line for last chapter, “the curtain rises,” would imply that action happens at some point during the following chapter, but the literal curtain still has yet to rise. By the very end of this chapter, it continues to be teased for next time. Zeke even alludes to the exact same phrasing.

So supposedly the curtain won’t rise until next chapter. That didn’t make this chapter any less entertaining for me, though.

Plot points are being set into motion, some deathflags are raised (as usual), and I can’t properly begin to predict what next chapter will entail. 

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Bruce Wayne’s Secretary

requested by @xakilicious

Request: Hey love! Headcannons for being Bruce’s secretary and him admiring you from a distance, please? Thank you love xoxox

AN- I originally thought you meant the reader admiring Bruce from a distance and I was about halfway through until I realized it was the other way around. Hope you like it!


- You don’t know how you managed to get this job
- Out of all the applicants, you were chosen to become Bruce Wayne’s secretary
- You had heard how tough this job was
- Hearing about how Bruce changed his mind every thirty seconds about what his latest project was
- No matter how ridiculous it became, you managed to do it
- In your third month there, you noticed a significant increase in your paycheck
- And how your rent had been waved off
- And how all your bills were always paid off before you could get them out of your mailbox
- When you asked your landlord about it, they shrugged it off saying you “pleased the right man”
- Whatever that meant
- It took you a while to realize that Bruce was repaying you for all work you do for him
- You brought it up with him once
- He pretended to have no clue what you were talking about
- So you walked off but before opening the door, you glanced back at Bruce
- Witnessing a smirk in his face and a blush on your face
- It continued like this for months
- One time, he actually bought YOU coffee
- Needless to say, you were shocked
- You talked to your friends about how nice to you he was
- They all said to “make him your sugar daddy”
- You respectfully declined
- But his actions became more intimate
- From a perfect cup of coffee to a $60,000 dress for the next Wayne gala
- You respectfully accepted
- You were at Wayne Manor working your magic with potential investors when you were offered a flute of champagne
- You looked at the worker then your eyes flickered to the side only to meet Bruce’s
- You saw how quickly his face became red and how the younger men around him began laughing and pointing at him
- You though nothing of it
- But then it became frequent at work too
- You handed a file to him while checking it off your to-do list on your tablet
- When he still hadn’t taken it from you, you looked over at him
- The man looked like he had seen God in person
- He was smiling at you and fiddling with his pen when you cleared your throat
- Bruce grabbed the file and went back to his business
- You walked back to your desk perplexed for the next week
- What was that about?

anonymous asked:

Correct me if I'm wrong, it's been a while since I actually played Undertale the last time. But I remember something about Toriel in the True Pacifist path. I think she scolded Asgore for choosing to kill the humans instead of asking one of them to go through the barrier & to return with others so they could simply borrow the necessary souls. I assumed it meant there is a non-lethal way to take a soul out of a human body, at least temporarily. Just like the monster souls were taken by Flowey.

That’s not quite true! Nothing Toriel says implies that they could simply borrow souls from the humans.

Do not “Tori” me, Dreemurr!
You pathetic whelp.
If you really wanted to free our kind…
You could have gone through the barrier after you got ONE SOUL…
…taken six SOULs from the humans, then come back and freed everyone peacefully.
But instead, you made everyone live in despair…
Because you would rather wait here, meekly hoping another human never comes.

First, Toriel tells Asgore that he should have passed through the barrier after getting one soul – not for a human to pass through. After all, “It takes at least a human soul… and a monster soul” to pass through the barrier.

Second, Toriel never says to borrow the human souls; she says “taken.” Now, there is something very odd about her ending that same sentence with “and freed everyone peacefully.” That seems like wishful thinking on her part, since it’s doubtful that there would have been a lasting peace if Asgore had taken the souls from the humans. Perhaps she means that Asgore didn’t need to declare war on the humans. After all, his declaration was to kill all humans who fell down here and then destroy humanity once they are free. That is far from peaceful.

In a fit of anger, I declared war.
I said that I would destroy any human that came here.
I would use their souls to become godlike…
…and free us from this terrible prison.
Then, I would destroy humanity…
And let monsters rule the surface, in peace.

In any case, Toriel’s words are not enough evidence that humans could simply let monsters borrow their souls.

anonymous asked:

I imagine that mic has some sick tats under his jacket



MIC’S BODY IS COVERED WITH TATTOOS AND IN A WIP I MADE A JOKE WHERE AIZAWA SEES THEM AND IS LIKE ‘Oh shit, he’s part of the Yakuza.’ (spoiler alert: he’s not) but that’s not relevant to this

But @spicy-doodles have talked about his tattoos, and she made art of it!!! intensively, or just a lot lol But yea Mic has tattoos everywhere. Most of them are music related, some are sentimental that is related to Aizawa. I think Spicy and I talked about Mic having birds along his side, and he gets one added after his and Aizawa’s anniversary, representing the years they’ve been together ;A;

Also, we talked about Mic and Aizawa’s nieces and nephews (so far we have two nieces who are twins and one nephew from Aizawa’s side of the family (from his twin brother). We’re unclear about Mic lmao fsljf) but they like to color in Mic’s uncolored tattoos or even draw tattoos on themselves and they say “Look I’m Uncle Hizashi!” HE EVEN GETS A TATTOO OF THEIR ART WORK Mic is Best Uncle

Okay sorry for going off track there. But yea, Mic has a lot of tats. And to make this gay, Spicy and I decided that when Aizawa is drunk, he gets affectionate, so he traces a tattoo along Mic’s forearm and tells him with a grin as he leans towards Mic more “I like this one the most.” and he acts all flirty and shit skfj

Break Up In A Small Town 


Pairing: Theo x Reader

Warning: Minor cursing, it’s literally just two swear words

Summary: Based off “Break Up In A Small Town” by Sam Hunt. Listen Here.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

I never thought that she would get down with somebody I know. I guess that’s just how it goes when you break up in a small town….and I wanna jump out, I wanna fight, I wanna say, “that guy!” but I can’t, it’s my fault, I let her go.

Theo POV

She was everywhere I looked, even when I closed my eyes. Beacon Hills wasn’t that big of a place which made it ten times more difficult to try and avoid running into her. If she wasn’t at school, there she was at the lacrosse games, if not there, I’d run into her on the streets. But the one place I’d never forget seeing her beautiful face was coming out of the sheriff station laughing, wrapping her arms around his waist. I watched each day while on my routine run the same thing - her with him. At first my mind thought it was just friendly affection, she acted that way with everyone in the pack. Expect this afternoon coming back from a extensive run I witnessed them being more than friendly.

Removing my ear bubs her sweet, candy perfume caught my attention. I made sure I was far from view, but still close enough to make out her face. Speechless as Y/N walked out of the police station doors, that same breath got caught in my throat when Stiles jogged up right beside her and did the one thing that made my heart completely stop - he kissed her. His lips touched hers, the very same ones that mine had touched only months before.

My fists crushed the headphones that I forgot I was holding. I wanted to look away, run to the middle of the woods and scream but when Y/N started speaking I refrained every muscle in my body.

“Stiles, I’m not watching Star Wars with you again”.

He pouted, that much I could make out and her response was to smile wide and brush away his hair. “Not even if I promise to get your favourite take out, along with that cake you can’t say no too?”. Stiles wiggled his eyebrow at her, causing Y/N to playfully roll her eyes.

“Add in a free back massage, one of your plaid shirts and maybe, just maybe you have a deal Stilinski”.

That sentence pained me more than I expected. It used to be my hands running down her back and one of my shirts wrapped around her curvy body. Not being able to hear anymore, I ran, I ran until sweat dripped off my forehead and until my two legs couldn’t hold me up.

Coming out of the shower I checked my phone, a reminder popped up that a meeting at Scott’s place was on for tonight. That heavy heart I felt at the police station, just shattered. Deciding to leave earlier, I needed to find out from Scott if I had lost my chance to get Y/N back. Grabbing the truck’s keys I sped off down the street, passing her mailbox that happened to be only seven minutes away from my place.

“Theo, your…early”. Scott stated the obvious as he welcomed me into his house.

I starched the back of my neck, usually I was never this nervous but when it came to Y/N I had the tendency to not be my usual Theo self. “Y/N and Stilinski, I need to know how serious it is?. How long has it been going on for?.

Scott’s mouth parted, eventually he inhaled. “Theo…I’m not the right person to ask. Y/N is the one you really should be talking too”.

“You don’t think I wouldn’t love to!. I can handle her not being mine, because at least I know there’s still hope for that to change. But when I saw her with-with him…this town isn’t big enough to avoid seeing them everyday”. I didn’t know whether to pace or collapse onto the couch at this point. Scott’s face gave away no indication of what he was thinking and I was left listening to the tiny devil on my shoulder, whispering all sorts of things.

“Scott, you better have chips because I’m-”. Stiles waltzed in with the other pack members, Y/N by his stand. When he saw my face, pure shock. “-hungry”.

Every single other person faded from vision, my focus was directed solely towards Y/N. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, just the way I preferred it. Of course she went with high-waisted black jeans, coupled with a sheer lace black top. Her make-up was minimal and the same perfume she wore engulfed my senses.

“Theo”, she breathed and the way my name rolled off her lips sent dozens of shivers up my very spine. “I-I-wasn’t, I didn’t think you were going to be here”.

Stiles protective slid his arm, pulling her an inch closer. “He shouldn’t be, this is a pack meeting and I don’t remember you being apart of the pack”.

Scott gave his best friend a side glance, an unspoken “calm down Stiles” and it didn’t go unnoticed. Lydia cleared her throat and excused herself, dragging Malia, Liam and Kira along with her, a not so sly attempt to give us privacy. As Malia walked past, I faintly heared her whisper. “I don’t understand why we have to leave, it’s not like we can’t listen from the kitchen”. Lydia gave her a light hush and now only four of us remained.

“Stiles, Theo is sorta now apart of the pack”. Scott spoke, earning a mumbled “you got to be kidding me”.

Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder, something I was all too familiar whenever she tried to get me to calm down. Stiles gave me a cold, dark glare. “Since when is he now a honorary member?. Was it after he tried to kill you Scott, or before he inflicted hell upon us?”.

“His redeemed himself, Stiles”. Scott defended.

Eyes rolling back in his head, Stiles huffed. “Not to me he hasn’t”.

Y/N stepped forward, slightly in front of Stiles acting like a barrier just in case things got physical, because she knew neither one of us would risk ever hurting her. “Let’s just take a breath, okay?”. Turning to me, her eyes bore into mine. “Theo, I think just for this meeting it would be best if you left”.

That hit me hard, I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “I’m sorry babygirl but I’m not leaving”. Her eyes diverted away from my gaze at the mention of the nickname I used to call her. Stiles behind her didn’t take it well and if I could, I would have laughed at his hands balling into fists because of it.

Her voice got more strict as she said my name, but then softened almost as if she was begging when “please” escaped her mouth. Stiles was about to weigh in when Malia came charging back in, the others running in after her.

“This is ridiculous!”.

“Malia!”. Lydia, Kira and Liam all shouted in sync.

She held up her hands, not listening. “Look I’m sorry Theo that you and Y/N didn’t work out, and it must suck to see her with Stiles but your just going to have to find a way to deal with. Because no offence listening to this conversation has been torture”. Liam snickered behind her, but quickly whispered sorry when everyone else gave him unamused looks.

Stiles bravely smirked. “Well if this is over we really need to start this pack meeting so Theo there’s the door, you can let yourself out”.

I straightened my back and took a large step towards his smug expression. “I’m perfectly fine right here, Stiles. In fact I’m more than fine being so close to Y/N, hell, I’ve been much closer to her than this, haven’t I babygirl?”.

Y/N stayed silent.

I could hear Stiles heart beating, once out of rhythm and then rapidly. His next move - punching me square in the jaw, thankfully there was no blood. Scott held him back and Y/N’s expression unreadable.

“Oh, you’ve got balls Stilinski hitting a werewolf”. I touched my jaw, everyone around me in full alert mode.

Pushing back against Scott’s strength, he struggled. “That’s funny Theo, because I don’t recall you ever being a real werewolf”. A low growl escaped my lips and I lunged, however Malia didn’t hesitate to block my path. She put her hand on my chest. “Move another inch and I’ll break your bones”.

I threw my arms out to the side. “Real tough Stiles, having your ex-girlfriend fight your battles”. Malia growled.

“ENOUGH!”. Y/N exclaimed. “This is what’s going to happen and I don’t want to hear a single compliant from anyone, understand?”. We all nodded. “Theo your with me outside, Stiles you’re staying right here and the rest of you will finally start this pack meeting. Do I make myself clear?”. Again we all nodded.

I could tell Stiles wanted to protest me at the idea of me and Y/N being alone together, but I didn’t care. Following her outside the cold instantly giving a refreshing feeling. She walked down the path and my eyes took in her every curve. “Can you believe Stilinski-“.

Her hair whipped around in the light breeze. “He had a reasonable excuse to do what he did. What I can’t believe is you and the way you taunted him”. She put on her best me impression, reciting what I said to Stiles right before he clocked me in the face. “In fact I’m more than fine being so close to Y/N, hell, I’ve been much closer to her than this, haven’t I babygirl?”. Back to her normal voice, she looked at me disappointed. “Really Theo, what the hell were you thinking?”.

“What was I thinking?. What about you, babygirl?. Not even 6 months has gone by and you’re already shacking up with the sheriffs son!. I’m not going to apologize for reminding Stilinski that you were mine, way before you were ever his”.

She rubbed her tired eyes. “You broke up with me!. So don’t come at me with this alpha male complex”.

Both our chests rose high then back down. Normally at this stage she’d grab me by the shirt and kiss me hard, then we’d fuck each other till the sun peaked through the window. Neither was an option. I couldn’t kiss her and I certainly couldn’t make love to her again.

“Do you want me to say it!?. Fine, I made a mistake baby. I shouldn’t of let you go that easily, I should of fought harder to keep us going. And knowing that Stiles is the one who gets to hold you, kiss you, possibly even fuck you makes my blood boil!”.

I watched her the entire time I was making my speech. She fidgeted with her fingers, a action she did when nervous. Her heartbeat skipped when I mentioned I made a mistake and then again when I confessed it made my blood boil. There was a chance, a small glimmer of hope that she still loved me…I could feel it.

She walked back up the path, positioning herself near the door leaving a wide enough gap that would easily take 4, maybe 5 steps to close. “I don’t know how to fix that Theo, but if you really can’t stand seeing me with Stiles then leave”.

“Leave, you mean leave Scott’s?”.

Y/N lowered here gaze. “No, I meant leave town. We both know you’ll never be okay with this”. She closed her eyes and then re-opened them. “I’m not coming back to you Theo, I’m sorry”.

I watched, numb, as she walked back into Scott’s house. In the mirror, I saw her give Stiles a hug, him lacing their hands together. Every part of me hated myself for letting her go, for allowing Stiles the chance to be with her.

I inhaled the crisp nightly Beacon Hills air. Placed both hands into my jacket pocket and took one last glance at Y/N. I really should’ve known…I should’ve known all along you gotta move or move on, when you break up in a small town.

Even Angels Fall

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader
Au: Mafia, late 1920′s-1930′s
Word Count
: 3,657ish
T/W: Angst = anxiety, blood, pill overdoses, violence, swearing, hospitals  
A/N: Philip was in a “mafia” group (aka family) and claimed he’s out for good. (Set in “gangster” time, late 1920′s-1930′s)  I’m sorry, in advance.
Tags: @justfangirlingaround ✨  @iworshipmusicals

You were fully aware of the mafia’s in town. You knew they were dangerous. You knew they were run like a family and every member was treated like family. You knew all this, the worst part? You were dating one. His name was Philip, you met him one night at a bar. He was charming and sweet. You fell head over heels and so did he. It was amazing the two of you had been together for so long considering his affiliation with a gang. They didn’t typically like a member falling in love with an outside source, but you made it work. You didn’t ask questions and he didn’t tell details. 

But after one job, you had to ask. He came home bloodied and with broken ribs. ‘The job went wrong’ is all he told you. And you had to live with that. Begging him to get out of the business, he always said he’d be fine, until that night. Even their ‘leader,’ George, had bailed on the job half-way through. They all spilt separate ways. He came home to you immediately. He claimed he was done, as you bandaged his wounds, he refused to go to a hospital, since the last time he was in one he saw this father dying. So you made the first aid kit work. You cried a lot that night seeing him bruised and broken. He was your everything… 

You opened your eyes to the morning sunlight and the touch of your lover. He was already awake and gazing at you, softly grazing his fingertips, up and down your arm. He was so pretty, in the morning glow. The curtains behind him danced from the slight breeze coming in through the open window. You traced some of his freckles with your fingertips, across his cheekbone. He smiled at the affection. 

“Hey, you know what today is?” you whispered, snuggling closer to him. 

“Mmm, no what?” Philip rubbed your back. 

“It’s been one month since you quit,” you stroked a hand against his jawline.

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She Used To Be My Baby Sitter (Hiro Hamada x (*Slightly Older* Reader) (Request)

Gif Not Mine

Anonymous: could you do another hiro x reader sometime?

Word count: 5,589

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2016 was a hell of a year

Fuck politics and jobs and apocalyptic internet uprising
I did a couple big feature films, a couple wonderful indies, a couple small roles in projects I believed in… I fell back in love with the thing that made all the bullshit worth it

I lived outside of contract

I got the back of my head shaved for $5 in Albuquerque.
I fell in the kind of love that made you realize you sometimes never fell out of it
I realized the importance of my emotional health
I realized the sensitivity of my mental health
I watched my favourite person write her living will and made peace with the inevitability of death
I gained more respect for life

Can I give you some advice? I earned it myself.

Don’t smoke. Everyone that smokes cigarettes will tell you not to start.
Stop biting your nails.
Stretch everyday.
Call your grandma. Whomever you have now that’s not conveniently close but still contactable, contact them
Shout. Just do it. Whenever.
Trust yourself.
Be alone. It’s really uncomfortable sometimes and that’s when it’s important.
Celebrate the people that inspire you.
Study the ones who intimidate you.
Write love letters.
To yourself, to God, to your dad or mom or best friend or someone whose heart you hurt. Tell people how you feel.
Don’t drive if you think you’ll have ONE drink.
It doesn’t matter if you’ve been up and running around since 6am. Drop your car off before your 4pm coffee because maybe you want a glass of wine and to take a walk, and police are hungry
Thank people for their service. Maybe you hate the military, but an elderly man in a veteran hat spent months with no communication in a ditch writing a monthly letter to the woman he loved, and she spent months waiting by the mailbox. He probably had to burn leaches off his body with cigars he never smoked just to return to her lips alive and scared and damaged but free
Say thanks.
Pray. There’s no way to do it wrong.
Write. The more you do, the better you get
It’s not about getting better
It’s about being genuine
What else?
Oh yeah.

Love them. It’s scary. You feel bitter. You’ve been hurt. Love. Love hard and brave and choose every day to fight for freedom, redemption and celebration
Every day should be the holidays it you do it right

anonymous asked:

Is it ok if I make a music video of your AU?

Of course, we’d love to see it! Feel free to use any of our art. All we ask is that you credit us with a link to this blog, as well as ask permission from (and credit for) fan artists, should you choose to include fan art. 

If you send it to us, we’ll even post it here! Thank you!