Okay, this is the last thing I’m gonna say, and then I swear I’m done!!

I just love how $Qers go from 0 to 100 as soon as you dare to point out something CS related in something they deem as strictly $Q.

Like the BTS photos from yesterday.

You have a picture of Jen and Lana.  Yeah, that’s nice.  They’re totally fine.

Then someone points out that you can see Jen wearing a wedding band and suddenly they’re all like

By pointing out a super small CS-related detail, we’re suddenly trying to claim one of their “moments,” we’re super insecure about how endgame our ship is, we’re trying to attack their fandom, we’re homophobic, we can’t just “let them have this one thing,” we’ve punched their dog, murdered their grandma, and we want them all to die.  I mean, overreactions have always been their specialty, but still, it never ceases to impress me just how much they flip the fuck out at us over things that are in no way our fault. 

I promise I’ll stop talking but I was thinking about this : Joyce and Jonathan are going to have the biggest argument of all time when Jonathan gets accepted to NYU and he then says he doesn’t want to go because it costs to much money and he couldn’t leave her and will behind. I can see her packing up his bags and loading them in the car and saying you’re going Jonathan you’ve wanted to go since you were six years old, will and I can take care of ourselves. Joyce knows it will be hard without Jonathan she knows that but she also knows her baby boy (who isn’t much of a baby anymore but grew up into more of a man than Lonnie could ever dream of being) deserves the best. So yes she will struggle because Jonathan deserves everything this life has to offer

  • luca: what happens to nitrogen when the sun rises
  • noé: it becomes daytrogen
  • jeanne: i'm going to bed.
  • vanitas: good nitrogen
  • dante: sleep tightrogen
  • dominique: don't let the bed bugs bitrogen

Mermaid Melody Aesthetic - Princess Noel

{dedicated to Annekehappy birthday~!}

For the ruler of the Arctic Ocean, separated from her younger sister at birth. 
For the gentle and determined mermaid who sacrificed herself 
so that others might live. 

{NaruSasu AU} The Demon and the Vampire, Part I

…let it be known that this is the second fic I’ve started against my will (*glares at letsusura*)

The Demon and the Vampire (working title)

It had taken him six months to track Sasuke down, and another six months to convince the Corps to sell him to Orochimaru as ‘private security’. Naruto had used up all the favours and influence he’d had to get himself sold. And so now, after more than a year, he was finally living under the same roof as his friend again. But to say that Sasuke hadn’t been happy to see him would be an understatement. They’d barely spoken since Naruto had arrived.

Naruto had watched him though, constantly, obsessively. He’d had plenty of contact with vampires, though it felt strange to be in the same room as them without them trying to kill him, or vice-versa; indeed, it was now his job to keep the dozen vamps in Orochimaru’s establishment safe. To keep Sasuke safe. At night during business hours he and the other guards manned the entrance, kept an eye on the salon and bar, and trawled the hallways, ready for problems. He’d already had to forcibly evict several troublesome clients.

On this night he was stationed in the plush, candle-lit salon, and he’d known even before any clients arrived that they were in for trouble. Sasuke was back on rotation, after more than two weeks “off duty”. There he was, lounging in the shadowy corner of the roped-off salon, wearing the same detached, disinterested expression he’d always had. 

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Pairing: Jon/Sansa

Rating: Teen/Mature

Prompt: Jon and Sansa take back Winterfell and, after discovering Jon is the son of Lyanna and Rhaegar, marry in an effort to unite the North.

 (This is a bit of a long one! >,<)


“Jon,” Sansa said primly, setting her empty wine glass aside. “I want you to bed me.”

Whatever he had expected her to say, whatever awkward encounter he had envisioned this night might hold, it hadn’t been that. He choked on his sweet wine, nearly dribbling it all down the front of his fine new tunic, and only barely manged to save himself from total disgrace by way of a hastily snatched cloth. She frowned at him, pursing her lips, as a pretty flush bloomed high on her cheeks. 

“This is, after all, our wedding night,” she said, lifting her chin in a clear challenge.

Jon continued to cough and sputter, reeling a bit, and when he spoke at last his voice was a hoarse croak, “Sansa, we talked about this.”

“No,” she insisted with a hint of steel in her voice. “You talked, refused to look at me, and then left the room before I might respond.”

She paced toward him in her thin dressing gown and fine white and silver robe, her stocking clad feet all but silent across the stone. Her hair had been let down from its intricate coils and it was haloed in the firelight, framing her in burnished tendrils of flame and copper. She looked young and fresh and lovely and pure and entirely removed from him, here in the sanctity of the chamber thei- her parents had shared.  

“Sansa,” he tried again, forcing himself not to bolt for the door as she took yet another step toward him. He could smell her. Lemons and lavender. “W-we, I’m your-“

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SUPERNATURAL GRAPHICS CHALLENGE | samhellbound​ vs duhovny
Prompt: Crowley + Naomi