ok this is the last post of the night

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Gif source:  Pack

Imagine roasting marshmallows on a summer night with the pack.

——— Request for anon ———

The bonfire gave off a pleasant heat despite the scorch that had lasted throughout the day. As the summer sun fell, the moon rose, and the heat had somewhat dissipated enough for a bonfire to become a reality.

“Here,” Jackson offers you the marshmallow bag which you take with a grateful nod, excitement and hunger eating at you as you anticipated the flavor of the soon-to-be-roasted marshmallow.

Getting a handful, you hand off the bag to Stiles on the opposite side of you and he does the same with a teasing, “Thanks, homie!”

Derek looks at the two of you and rolls his eyes, “Think you two got enough?”

WHY YOU SHOULD READ @grammarkid’s TRIMBERLY FIC PT.3 aka my personal highlights:

  • the top joke it’s so iconic
  • the - ahem - bedroom scenes
  • CHARACTERIZATION IS SO GOOD I COULD CRY 
  • the top joke 
  • monopoly
  • trini being fucking out of it all day because she’s thinking about kimberly hart, aka most relatable concept ever 
  • the top joke 
  • COMMUNICATION AND HOW MUCH THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND CONSENT
  • this is the single hottest and best trimberly fic i’ve ever read. this is perhaps the single hottest and best fic i’ve ever read.
  • the top joke
  • th,,…. Kitchen Scene
  • im listing every component of this fic but thats bc every part of it is so good
  • if u havent read the first two?? what are u doing have u even been on my blog for the past,, like….. Month??? (one/two)
  • READ IT
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BONUS!

I meant to post this last night but it was already 3am

pt. I : x

Of Hidden Talents (Feysand Fluff)

So this just popped into my head last night when I couldn’t sleep. Set post-ACOWAR and contains nothing but fluff.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Feyre found herself commenting, smiling slightly as she tried not to groan in pleasure under Rhys’ hands.

He chuckled from where he was seated behind her, the sound sending a thrill through her spine, even decades into their relationship. “I should hope so; I have to keep my High Lady entertained somehow. Wouldn’t want her eternity to get boring.”

“Boring? How could I ever get bored with a mate who thinks so much of himself?” She shot back, though its effect was lost when she leaned further into him, her hands running over the legs that were on either side of her. She could feel the delicious heat of his bare chest so close behind her, the thin nightdress she was wearing a poor barrier between them. 

Rhys’ fingers continued to comb through her hair, expertly separating it into three equal parts. “I take offense to that.”

Feyre let out an aborted snort. “No, you don’t.” 

“No, I don’t,” Rhys agreed, in a blithe voice.

They fell into a comfortable silence then, built on years of learning how to just be together. Neither of them felt the need to always fill the air between them with pointless chatter. Oh, they liked to joke and bicker… but they also knew when to let words fade away and just enjoy each other’s company.

It had been happening more of late, likely because Rhys had refused to leave Feyre’s side for the past few months. He was a constant presence at her side, though he did his best not to hover too much (he knew all too well how she loathed feeling locked in, how it still made her bones lock up in fear, even after all this time). He needn’t have worried; Feyre never, never felt tied down by her mate, never felt confined by him. She knew that even now, when he was so concerned about her, he would give her space if she asked.

(He’d once told her, in a fit of hopeless romanticism, that he would give her the very stars above Velaris if he could. Feyre had believed him, of course, if only because she said she would do the same for him.)

So Feyre was quiet, letting Rhys gently braid her hair as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. She’d been utterly surprised when he’d offered to do it for her earlier, after he’d heard her curse in front of the mirror while she struggled with trying to tame her wild locks into something more manageable. Feyre was so tired these days and sore too, the heavier she got. And she was constantly hot then cold, her hair always in the way and, Cauldron, she didn’t care for it much now and all the work it took to keep it neat, not when she was already so uncomfortable. She’d been beyond tempted to just chop it all off, had Rhys not stepped in when he did with his innocuous offer.

At first she tried to deny the existence of a problem but she really couldn’t hide anything from Rhys; he knew her too well, felt her struggles through their mating bond and tried to ease her discomfort as much as he could. (Rightly so, Feyre sometimes thought when she particularly annoyed with how limited she was lately, considering he’s the one that put me into this situation in the first place.) 

So here they were, Rhys’s gentle hands working wonders on Feyre’s nerves, his fingers softly tugging at her hair as he built the braid into something spectacular; Feyre herself was usually no slouch when it came her hair (at least when she wasn’t so cranky), but she had the feeling that Rhys was even better. So many hidden talents, this mate of mine.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” she finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She’d felt his hesitancy when he first offered, that pang of grief that he’d been unable to conceal from her.

“My sister,” Rhys said after a long pause. His voice had lost that light-hearted edge from earlier, filled instead with wistful regret. “She’d come to me when our mother was too busy for it. She could have asked the servants, of course… but she liked to spend a few moments with me, I think. She continued to ask even long after she could do it by herself. I never had the heart to say no.” 

Feyre’s own heart ached for her mate, for the family he’d lost so long ago. He rarely spoke of the little sister she’d never meet, even less so than his mother. From what she’d gleaned over the years, his sister had been quite a bit younger than him, had looked up to him in a way no one else ever had. Feyre couldn’t even imagine what it had been like for him to have to bury her broken body.

She rubbed her thumbs comfortingly over the sides of his knees. I’m sorry, she sent softly to him through their bond. I’m sorry

Rhys’ mind caressed hers. Me too.

Feyre kept running her hands soothingly over him, tempted to turn around and pull him to her, wrap her arms around those broad shoulders of his. She didn’t though; the act of braiding seemed to calm him… like coming home to something he’d thought he’d long forgotten. (Still, she wished she could protect him from all the pain he endured… but that same pain had made him into the wonderful male he was today.) 

When he was finally done, she saw his finished work briefly through his eyes, the image flashing through her mind.

“It’s beautiful,” Feyre said with a smile, reaching up to run her fingers over the intricate pattern he’d managed to weave her hair into. “Thank you.”

Rhys’ strong arms around wrapped around her body, finally pulling her back to rest against his chest. “I figured it was about time I got some practice,” he whispered in her ear as he moved one hand to cover her rounded belly. “I wouldn’t want our poor daughter to be left with an inept father.”

Feyre tangled her fingers with Rhys’, holding them over her stomach, where their unborn baby was slowly growing. “You could never be an inept father, Rhys,” she told him softly. Rhys only pressed kiss under her jaw in response, though she could feel his quiet gratitude for her faith in him. “Besides, how do you know it’ll be a girl?” Feyre continued, turning her head so she could arch an eyebrow at him.

Mischief lit his violet eyes. “Perhaps I asked Elain.”

Feyre leveled a look at him. “Elain would never tell you, even if she knew.” Her sister had become quite the responsible seer over the years, never revealing more than was necessary. (Well, that and Feyre had wanted it to be a surprise, telling Elain in no uncertain terms not to let Rhys charm the answer out of her.)

“Then let’s call it a father’s intuition,” Rhys replied now, unable to stop his grin.

Feyre laughed, leaning her head against the edge of his jaw. “She’s going to have you wrapped around her little finger, isn’t she?” 

“Of course,” he kissed her forehead, his happiness a near tangible thing. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Feyre could only cuddle in closer. She looked at where their joined hands were resting on her belly. Don’t worry, baby, she thought, we love you already, no what you turn out to be.

(A few years later, when their daughter runs up to Feyre, her hair braided in a crown around her head, little flowers carefully tucked in the midnight blue strands, she doesn’t need to ask who did it. Rhys’ proud smile is answer enough.)

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cerastes  asked:

ok bro, it's been three years since that post, the one with the Koishi fumo and the burgers, so I really, really gotta ask, if I may: Why did you have so many burgers? It torments me every night, I need an answer to liberate me from this torture. Why did you have so many burgs?

ok so like one day i was walking back from class and i saw like… 40 or so giftcards just dumped on the floor and i for shits and giggles decided to take a few to see if they had money on them. they were all spent but to check the last card i decided to go to a mcdonalds to see if that one had funds. now i was pretty dumb at the time so for again shits and giggles i ordered 12 cheeseburgers and when i swiped the card… it worked. there were funds on it. the order was processed and i sat there with a straight face waiting for my burgers. they came in a big bag and i came home wondering what i should do with them. then that post happened, the funny thing though is after i have no idea what happened to them, i ate two but after that they just disappeared. zip. gone. adios. i asked my dad if he had any but he never knew they were there at all. no one has been home otherwise so where they’ve gone remains a mystery to this day.            

pictured is present day koishers, haunted koishi fumo that eats your burgers and calls you a bitch

anonymous asked:

OMG! I am tired of the writers this season. Can you believe that after 4 years Bellarke is nowhere close to being romantic. I stopped watching after 4x03 because I saw the baiting game. I refuse to be used by these writers. The thing is that if they were going to make them romantic in season 5 then they would have developed their emotional connection in season 4. Instead they have ignored Bellarke deliberately and set up Nylah. The writers have treated us like fools. I won't be watching anymore

i mean, i wouldn’t say that they set her up with niylah; clarke and niylah are fwb, and niylah isn’t really a character; she’s merely a catch-it-all prop. i wouldn’t trust these writer’s with my fictional hamster’s life but even they know how to sorta-kinda flesh out a relationship.

also it’s totally your choice to stop watching (help me i wish i could) but to say that they’ve ignored blarke? nah i wouldn’t go that far. like i’m one of the grumpiest most pessimistic bitter blorkes™ you can find, but there’s been a fair amount of ~romantic~ development (last week i said that my issue with the show is that the writing could be tighter to make the character development a bit better and i still stand by that)

let’s start with 403: literally bellamy and clarke saying that they don’t want to live without each other in this ep this isn’t just friendship folks this is something deeper

404: lmao in the first 5 mins this happens

and then the scene where jaha says ‘of course clarke and bellamy.’ last ep he said that bellamy centres her, and vice versa, and it’s being called back here as a reason why they’re on the list together.

405: clarke is still worrying about bellamy not being back which monty pokes fun at because honestly these dummies are so obvious about their feelings it’s not even funny anymore.

and then we find out about the ice nation marching on arkadia, clarke goes to reason with roan but roan has a trump card

look at her face baby girl is SHOOK when she sees bellamy being held hostage and once again it’s a ‘save bellamy or doom more than a handful of people’ situation, and just like the last few times, she chooses to save bellamy. she’s willing to fight at first but once roan points out that bellamy (and kane) will be caught in the crossfire and will die, she gives in.

406: another blarke day trip

from the get go this was a blarke heavy ep; he’s pissed off, she tries to comfort him, etc etc. even when things are tense, they still check in with one another and make sure that they’re okay.

first they hit a fork in the road. clarke and the fuel are taking and bellamy goes out of his se asian mind, i mean just look at him when he thinks it might be her dead body under the sheet

his hands are visibly shaking and he hesitates before pulling it off. and then when he sees that it’s not her he breathes a sigh of relief because he deadass can’t lose her.

next, is the car chase where, once again, he loses his se asian mind at the sight of a sword being held against her neck. while roan is tackling the grounder on the truck bed, the two murder babies are working together, and he saves clarke yet again

and then there’s the beach scene aka the almost confession scene

he almost lost her in this ep (again) and at the start of the ep he pointed out that they don’t have much time. he knows the stakes are high and he knows that they can die at any moment. bob himself said that an ‘i love you’ wouldn’t be able to convey everything he feels for her in this moment, and he’d probably need to prepare a monologue.

407-409 doesn’t really have a lot of bellarke moments because they’re separated (save for the end of 409 but more on that later) so those are geared more towards the shitty plot. there are a good few character defining moments though, like bellamy accepting that he can’t save everyone, and clarke risking her own life for her people

at the end of 409 they have another one of their ~comfort talks~ where they try to figure out what to do (i’d say that here is where clarke first starts thinking about stealing the bunker but idk)

410 is more octabitch heavy, but clarke does send someone to kidnap bellamy and drag his ass down to the bunker because she’s extra like that and can’t live without him

411 was a disappointment because we all saw the promo and we all built it up in our heads only for it to be just like the past few eps, more action driven and ‘what would you do for survival’ than heart to heart talks. clarke wants to go talk to him when he’s in lock up but she can’t bring herself to listen to him scream (and i reckon it’s also because she knows he’s going to be seriously angry at him and she can’t bring herself to do that either) instead they have her go to niylah because she wants a yes-man and she knows that the two people she cares for most- bellamy and her mother- can’t do that for her right now.

after abby gets him out of lock up, bellamy tells her that he won’t let anything bad happen to clarke which. we already know that but it’s nice to hear.

and then there’s the gun scene. after cooling down and shoving my disappointment aside (i wanted them to talk about it, they did not talk about it) when you look at the gun scene it basically says this:

clarke griffin had been willing to let her mother die for humanity last season but this season she couldn’t do the same for bellamy blake

and bellamy now knows this

he knows clarke is willing to do whatever it takes to save her people and he gambled his own life, his own worth towards her, in order to get that door open. and when she couldn’t bring herself to shoot him (not even in the leg or somewhere non lethal) that’s when he finally realises that clarke cares about him a whole heckuva lot because by letting him go she essentially ‘doomed’ all of their people.

412 had what i wanted 411 to have: bellamy and clarke talking about the whole gun pulling scene and that’s exactly what happened. she apologises for holding they gun, he forgives her, they smile at each other long enough for bellamy to crash into a tree (seriously this is the best thing that has ever happened for me ok blarke getting distracted flirting and crashing into a tree amazing)

and then some extra ‘lemme save your life real quick’ and bellamy worrying about clarke again because she took off her suit (seriously girlie you’re gonna give him grey hair before his time) because why not but this ep was not only delinquent heavy and leading towards a delinquent heavy finale, but it also put bellamy and clarke back in their co leader positions.

so yeah, maybe there hasn’t been as much bellarke development this season; there weren’t any super big moments or call outs or what have you but that’s because they’re both right there on that precipice. bellamy knows how he feels about clarke and was almost ready to confess it. clarke on the other hand is kinda tricky because she doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve like bellamy, but you can’t deny that she cares about him deeply, not when the narrative has shown that over and over again.

maybe something might happen in the finale, maybe it won’t, we don’t know. we know there’s going to be another hug which he initiates this time, and who knows maybe it could have more than that. (but like i said i’m a pessimistic blorke so i refuse to accept that anything more than a hug is happening lmao)

John and Jane get sick of their birthday being overshadowed by everyone’s trauma anniversary, so they decide they’re celebrating their birthdays on December 2 from now on. It Just Makes Sense.