ooh friends!

I’m fairly certain Katie McGrath has no idea how unbelievably gorgeous she is and it is both sad and incredibly endearing. Like she comes out ready for the red carpet looking a solid 20/10 and her friends are oohing and ahhing over her but she just scrunches up her shoulders and sticks out her tongue like a dork. It’s just way too easy to love her.

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Kirk Friend - The friend that’s always happy but injured 1701% of the time. Super smart and doesn’t want the attention. Illogical™
Spock Friend - The friend that is calm, intelligent and super done with the Kirk Friend but loves them anyway
Bones Friend - Emotional but smart, perceptive and is exasperatedly affectionate for the Kirk friend. At odds with the Spock Friend but in a friendly way. Mom Friend™
Scotty Friend - Needs coffee to function. Incredibly dedicated to what they do. Smol nerd who is constantly cracking jokes and innuendos but can be serious when it’s called for
Chekov Friend - Very smol but can and will kick your ass. Can smart laps around you and is very bubbly. Close to the Sulu Friend and is Energetic™. Gives off an innocent vibe but is actually worse than everybody combined
Sulu Friend - Talented driver. Close with the Chekov Friend and makes bad puns with the Kirk Friend. Smart and likes plants. Gay best friend. Ooh myyyy
Uhura Friend - Queen. Loves all of the other Friends like family. Keeps everybody together and isn’t afraid to beat sense into anybody. Talented roaster. Will verbally burn you and you’ll find out 10 years later. Knows all the words and languages
Jaylah Friend - Doesn’t understand a lot of modern things but knows how to fight like a badass and more importantly like a girl. Super smart and knows how to work. BFFs with the Scotty Friend. Badass makeup. Knows what she’s doing

Joly studying for finals is terrifying. He’s normally so sweet and cheery to the point where literally nothing can ever make him truly mad (unless it’s social injustice), so his friends don’t know how to handle him when it’s finals week.

He’s a bio and anatomy double major with a pre med track. It’s impossibly difficult. His stress manifests into absolute rage during finals.

He locks himself in his room and only leaves to get more tea, hair wild and sticking up everywhere, and murder in his eyes.

diana wynne jones moments that Fuckign Kill Me:
- the scene in howl’s moving castle where howl shows up in total disarray and sophie’s like “he must really love ms. angorian :(” and NO SOPHIE. HE REALLY LOVES YOU.
- the bit in charmed life where janet is the FIRST PERSON EVER to even NOTICE how fucked-up cat’s demeanor is and she probably KNOWS it’s all gwendolen’s fault and just want to protect this smol child that nobody has ever really cared for since his parents died
- the fact that cat, extremely powerful nine-lived enchanter, uses his Super Powerful Enchanter Magic to. get the horse chestnuts to ripen. what a wonderful darling.
- nan and estelle. BEING FRIENDS. also “oh goody! i’m a witch!” estelle my wonderful child
- fuckign calcifer.
- sophie realizing how she’s fucking gorgeous actually
- michael and martha. being. fucking adorable.
- cat getting to STAND UP FOR HIMSELF and say “actually no you had no right to keep vital information about me and make me feel like GRABBING SOME DRAGON BLOOD AND HOPPING OVER INTO TH E NEXT WORLD was the only option I had left” . also taking his magic back from gwendolen holy hell.
- characters showing love and agency and thought and using incredible incredible magic and ! Fuck! This woman was a genius and will live in my heart forever!!

jugheadjons  asked:

sterek + #6 or 15 for the prompts please??

“I’d kill for a coffee … literally.”

Stiles slumped into the seat, throwing his head back and groaned, “I’d kill for a coffee … literally.”

Around him, the coffee shop was bustling with life. From baristas racing to finish orders and take new ones to customers chatting. The decorations from Christmas were still up even four days after, giving Stiles the biggest ache for a day off.

From where he was rapidly typing away across from Stiles, Derek muttered, “He does this every day.”

Stiles straightened himself immediately and jerked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at Derek, “What’s that supposed to mean? Huh?”

“I’m just saying,” he clarified, glancing up and shrugging his shoulders quickly, “you do tend to say the same thing every single time you finish your shift, muttering about someone’s unnecessarily complicated order or yelling at the cashier.”

Stiles huffed, “It’s the torture of being a barista, I swear. Der, customer service is a terrible job prospect. You should be grateful that you never have to deal with it.”

“Trust me, I am.”

Stiles leaned forward with his hands on the table, “So, whatcha workin’ on there? Is it your new novel? Can I read some? Did you finally end up writing a chapter? Did you finally name a character after me? If I find out that Scott gets a character named after him and I don’t, I’m going to cry.”

Derek stopped typing and stared at him, a smile itching to form at the corners of his mouth. He looked slightly amused, maybe even—dare he say it—fond. “Scott gets a character because he’s my cousin. You are Scott’s friend.”

“Is that all I am?” Stiles tried to make sure his voice stayed light and airy, but he wasn’t sure if he succeeded. Sure, he was related to his best friend—nay, his bro—but that didn’t mean that Derek didn’t mean something to Stiles. In fact, though he may deny this to anyone who ever asked, Stiles had been harbouring a massive crush on Derek since the day that he walked in, hair windblown, head-to-toe clad in leather with his glasses on. And it got worse when all Stiles could feel was heat pooling into his stomach when he saw that Derek wore henleys and sweaters under all that leather.

“No, you’re also a pain in my ass,” Derek replied, his fingers already speeding away on the keyboard.

“Hilarious, Derek, didn’t know you could make jokes.” Stiles looked away towards a couple on a date on the other side of the store.

“Of course, didn’t you know that I was planning on being a comedian? Writing is just something I do for fun.”

Stiles turned to face Derek again, arching a single brow.

“Stiles, you’re one of my closest friends, alright? I don’t just make jokes or socialize with just anyone. I’ve stayed up watching you throw up both into a toilet and onto me. I’ve seen you inhale cake. You’re a pain in the ass, but you’re one of my pains in the ass. And besides, I never said you weren’t in the novel; it’s not my fault that you jump to conclusions way too often,” Derek smirked.

Stiles couldn’t help but grin widely, a small blush beginning to crawl up onto his face. Derek called him one of his closest friends. “Ooh, getting all sappy there, aren’t we, Mr. Hale?”

Derek glared. Stiles would’ve been terrified if he didn’t know how much of a softie Derek truly was. “Don’t make me write you sonnets.”

“Can you?!” Imagine that, Derek Hale writing Stiles Stilinski sonnets and poetically performing them outside of his window.

“No. For that you have to date me.”

Derek was flirting. With him. Derek was flirting with him—in his own weird way, of course. “Fine, pick me up at six tonight, Hale. With a sonnet.” Stiles winked.

Derek smiled back at him, soft and warm. Stiles hoped, quite desperately may he add, that his heart would slow the fuck down and let him just melt into a puddle.

“It’s a date.”

anonymous asked:

Hey here's an idea for a drabble how about the whole gang goes out to Rita's or something and Elain gets super drunk and Az has to take care of her?

[This is probably not what you had in mind. LOL. I apologize for nothing.]

Elain Archeron is a light weight. If you looked up the definition in the dictionary, you’d find her picture. One beer and she is toasty and warm and giggling.

She’s sitting between Feyre and Azriel in a booth at Rita’s, telling them about the birds and the bees. The literal birds and bees in her garden. Then she starts talking about Graysen. She’s long been over him, but since they’re talking about the garden…

“He touched me in the garden once,” she says. Feyre’s eyes go wide (she’s got a healthy buzz) and her jaw drops. Azriel sits straight as a board and stares very hard at his drink.

“Shut. Up.” Feyre says.

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There were a ton of great artists at the October mcm london expo this year and I had no self control

so I commissioned these 4 lovely artists to all draw Coran my man

@jesstarts @p-kom @hollydrawsthings @mayachwan

Dating Yongguk would be like...

Have you ever done a dating Yongguk post? Like the bullet point list one?? I am curious as to what it would be like. Sorry if you have! I just couldn’t find it on your masterlist. Also, sorry if requests are closed. Thank you, lovelies!!


Yas my BAP bias here we goooo

  • okay so this cutie aish he would be so nice to just chill with
  • like he’s the type to go get takeout and then watch a movie with you on the couch
  • I feel like it would take a little while for him to open up to you?
  • He just doesn’t want to get hurt and his anxiety kicks in with these kinds of things
  • ooh ooh imagine your sibling/friend calling you and asking you to babysit their daughter
  • and having to bring him along
  • He’s at first like “what if they dont like me omg what iF SHE HATES ME”
  • and ur just like
  • yONGGUK CALM THE F DOWN SHES 5 SHE LOVES EVERYONE
  • he’s not reassured
  • but then he meets her and she adores him as much as her own parents
  • and askjsfjdfkjsd you’re so happy and he’s happy
  • and he just gives you this look
  • “no Yongguk im not having kids yet”
  • “>> *sigh* okay”
  • Comforting him when his anxiety gets really bad
  • making pillow forts in the living room and sleeping in them
  • Him randomly being really derpy and making you laugh
  • like one minute you’re both just enjoying a cup of coffee at a quaint, tiny shop
  • and he’s smiling at you a little shyly but also really sweetly
  • and the next you’re choking on your latte bc he’s making possibly T H E derpiest face ever
  • Sitting in his lap
  • like not sexy or anything
  • literally just sitting
  • and he’s got his arms around your waist and you’re just snuggling in the recording room
  • Imagine going to meet his parents
  • and his mom is so happy to meet you
  • she practically hugs and feeds you to death
  • and also shows you Yongguk’s baby pictures
  • meanwhile the poor man is dying from embarrassment
  • Him showing up at your apartment with flowers or some other small, sweet treat
  • I feel like he’s pretty romantic but not overly showy about it?
  • He wants you to feel like a Queen™ 
  • on the streets and in the sheets tbh
  • which reminds me
  • sex with Yongguk would be so nice???
  • like he’d be so into pleasuring you and making sure you’re in complete bliss
  • But overall dating Yongguk would be amazing
  • he would only have eyes for you, that’s for sure

<3333

-KT

Inked - Jughead Jones

Request: I’m not sure if you can come up with much for this, but maybe getting matching tattoos with jughead/cole? Btw I was wrong was absolutely freaking amazing omfg dude

I was really tired so this sucked aha, and thank you so much! >.< Also I am so so so sorry that I have been MIA for so long <3 Also i’ve never gotten a tattoo so sorry for my failure at life.

Jughead x Reader

Warnings: -

Words: 1,787

Nobody had expected a romance to blossom between you and Jughead Jones. Your relationship was no exception when it came to the phrase, ‘opposites attract’. He was a brooding, mysterious author with a sardonic and sarcastic sense of humour, often shying away from a varied social life. 

You, on the other hand, were the life of the party. Charismatic, sociable, late nights and bright colours were your aesthetic. The two of you clashed personality-wise but somehow you had hit it off from the moment you met.

There was an attraction, a real chemistry between you two that none of your friends could describe. The two of you kept your relationship private, inclusive and intimate. You wanted it to be a real and raw relationship, as you truly loved him and the feeling was clearly mutual.

You were smitten for each other and sometimes the words ‘I love you’ aren’t enough. 


Veronica had proposed the idea during a casual get together in the student lounge.

“What are you doing this weekend (Y/N)?” Veronica was leaning against Betty as the attention in the room shifted to you. You were sat on the couch opposite, legs draped over Jug’s lap and resting against the back of the sofa, in a laid-back position.

“Well I don’t know but I think you’re pretty overdue a party or something. I’m dying here, it’s been way too long, I’m running out of shows to binge on Netflix,” Kevin sighed, sinking into his own chair. You laughed before shuffling across the couch so you were now snuggling into your boyfriend’s side.

“Sorry Kev, not this weekend. It’s our two year anniversary and we were going to do something together, just the two of us,” You linked your arm with Jughead’s, as his cheeks flushed pink. 

“Don’t you always do stuff together… just the two of you?” Archie joked, causing Jughead to throw a cushion at him playfully. 

“So what exactly were you guys gonna do?” Betty smiled, genuinely interested. You and Jughead exchanged looks before you sighed with a shrug.

“I actually don’t know… we were kind of hoping for some suggestions. We want to make it something that’s special to us, something we won’t forget,” You replied. Everyone sat in silence for a moment as they pondered possibilities before Archie made an ‘Oo!’ sound.

“Paint balling… go paint balling… and bring friends,” He grinned and everyone rolled their eyes.

“A romantic anniversary Archie, is that really the best you could do?” Veronica gave him a scolding look and he sunk back into his chair, the grin refusing to subside. Betty tapped her nails against the armrest in thought.

“Romantic dinner, candlelit? Beach walks? Pinterest inspired date?” She suggested, Veronica and Kevin nodding in approval.

“Been there, done that,” You groaned. Jughead rubbed his hands along your sides reassuringly, planting small kisses on your forehead occasionally. 

More silence.

“Oh my gosh I’ve got it!” Veronica shot up, clapping her hands and bouncing on the sofa excitedly. You tried not to smirk at Jughead’s terrified face, clearly anticipating the worst. “You guys want something to like bind you… right?”

You nodded warily. “Just something special.”

“Well… what about tattoos?” She squealed. To your surprise, Jughead actually looked quite impressed by her suggestion, and a chorus of ‘oohs’ sounded from your friends. 

“That’s adorable! They can be something with meaning, symbolism, something that reminds you of one another,” Betty cooed. Veronica looked smug, as she perked a perfectly plucked eyebrow, awaiting your response. Jughead clasped your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and looking lovingly at you with those heart eyes that made you melt inside.

“Tattoos sounds perfect,” You stared back at him, a small smile forming on your face along with that infamous, smitten twinkle in your eyes.


“Are we sure this was a good idea?” You mumble nervously, picking at your nails as you stood outside the Riverdale Tattoo Parlour. You seemed to forget when you first heard the idea that you’d always had an irrational fear of blood poisoning. You hated needles as well, ever since your first compulsory injection at school. You had previously read, ‘tattoos gone wrong’ stories all over the internet and they had done nothing but fill you with doubt and dread. 

Besides, you couldn’t help but be a bit scared. Tattoos were pretty permanent. You loved Jughead with all of your heart, and he loved you the same, but if the two of you were to ever fall apart for whatever stupid reason, would it really be that easy to erase the engravings on your skin that were supposed to make you think of him.

“We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Jughead took your hand in his, his thumb drawing gentle circles on your skin. You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I want to Jug, I really do. I’m just a little bit pessimistic I guess, I’m not exactly the luckiest person alive. What if something went wrong? I just want this to be special, to be perfect you know…” 

Jughead sighed, stepping out of the embrace and tilting your chin towards him affectionately. “I’m gonna be there with you the whole time. Besides, nothing’s perfect. If it doesn’t go well then it still means something, a perfect reflection of our messed up lives and angsty teenage mood swings,” He smirked, causing you to laugh and lightly punch his shoulder. You gently cupped his cheeks before standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips, followed by a soothing butterfly kiss. Your nerves seemed to simmer, as he took your hand and led you into the tattoo parlour. 


Jughead was talking to the man at the counter of the shop, whilst you were browsing designs. You’d only had a brief talk about what you were looking for design wise. You just knew that you didn’t want the design to be huge, just something small and subtle to have on either your wrist, ankle or neck. You had suggested two small hearts, but Jughead opposed. Another idea you had was key and lock tattoos, infinite signs, each other’s names, anniversary dates but nothing had really stuck out.

“(Y/N)?” A voice called out, and you turned around, only to be greeted by an old friend. Josie McCoy, your party pal. You were on good terms, and although you didn’t attend late night raves together anymore, you were still close. You smiled as she instantly went for a hug.

“Jo, what are you doing here?”

“Band hit its three year anniversary, so I decided to cross a tattoo off of my bucket list,” She pulled down the shoulder of her blue crop top, to reveal the word; “Pussycats!” in thick, black lettering. You stared at the tattoo in awe as Josie showed it off with pride. “Anyways, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“Well, it’s me and Jug’s two year anniversary too and we decided tattoos were the way to go,” You smiled bashfully and Josie nudged you playfully.

“That’s couple goals right there, I honestly don’t understand how you two got together or how the heck you lasted this long but I live for your relationship. You were polar opposites as well, fire and water, light and dark… yin and yang,” She stood in reflection for a moment before adjusting her kitty ears and saying goodbye to you, confidently strutting out the store, her crop top shoulder slightly pulled down so everyone could catch a glimpse of the artwork on display.

Yin and yang…

A lightbulb went off somewhere in your mind as you frantically searched through the store, looking for a specific design. When you casted your eyes on the matching ‘Yin and yang’ tattoos your mind flooded with pictures in your head of how they would look, perhaps on your wrists. Jughead was indeed the yin to your yang and this kind of dorky but meaningful symbolism was exactly what you were looking for. You walked over to the counter, design in hand.

“(Y/N), this is Jake, he’s going to be doing the tattoos,” Jughead smiled down at you reassuringly as you once again held his hand. Jake shook your hand and sent you a warm smile that helped add to the growing comfort. 

“Hey (Y/N), I’m going to be talking you through the process, how to take care of the tattoo, general things you should be aware of as well as actually tattooing you! Have you guys picked out a design yet?” He was talkative and friendly, and you felt yourself relax. 

“Well we haven’t actu-” Jughead began, but you interrupted him, sliding the design (which had previously been concealed behind your back) onto the counter with a giddy smile.

“These,” You said confidently, beaming up at Jughead, who was admiring the simplistic, black and white tattoos in awe before staring back at you with affection and joy. He looked back at Jake, nodding his head enthusiastically. 


“They’re… they’re perfect,” Veronica took another photo of your matching tattoos, as you stuck out your wrists next to each other, for all to see. The process had felt less painful with Jughead at your side, whispering sweet nothings and comforting words into your ear the whole time, as you did to him when it was his turn. You were still in the phase of cleaning it and getting used to it being there, but that meant you would sit and stare at it a lot.

As intended to, it reminded you of Jughead. The thought of the fact that he had something so similar on his own skin, with the purpose of reminding him of you, sent butterflies through your stomach. You were so in love with him it was crazy.

“Maybe we could get more in the future,” Jughead whispered in your ear, as people stirred around you, trying to get a look. You bashfully smiled at him.

“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow and he looked down in thought for a moment before looking back up at you, straight in the eyes with an evident blush.

“Wedding dates, baby names, that kind of mushy stuff,” He mumbled and your eyes widened. A small pause ensued. “Our bodies could be some kind of journal of our lives and the tattoos tell a story,” He continued, trying to clear the silence his previous words had caused. You felt a wide grin split on your face before letting out a dramatic sigh.

“I mean, being inked was great and all but… I still don’t want blood poisoning,” You shook your head and he chuckled, shoving you off of the couch with a small yelp.


oh wow an imagine get me I’m not dead

Three’s a Crowd

Malia Tate x Lydia Martin x Female!Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Author: T💕

Request: “Malia, Lydia, Y/N threesome? Make it long pls.”

Warnings: Language, female x female smut, smut (obviously), oral, threesome


   I happily walked to where my girlfriend asked me to meet her this weekend. I saw Lydia standing around looking at her phone.

   “Hey, baby!” Lydia pushed her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.

   “Hiya, sweet thing!” I smiled at Lydia brightly. She is seriously the finest thing in my life.

   Lydia leaned down and kissed my lips. We both smiled as we kissed. We pulled away and Lydia took my hand in hers.

   Malia Tate walked up shortly after our kiss. My stomach erupted with butterflies. Now, don’t get me wrong, Lydia Martin owns my heart, but I have honestly always had a thing for Malia. And who wouldn’t? She is so damn perfect in every way.

   “Hey, pretty ladies.” Malia hugged me and then Lydia.

   “Hey, love.” Lydia said. “So, do you want me to ask her or do you want to ask her?”

   I rose my right eyebrow. “Ask me what?”

   “It’s fine, Mal, I can do it.” Lydia said.

   My girlfriend looked me in my eyes. “Y/N, babe, I have a serious question for you. I need you to think about it clearly, okay?”

   “Okay.” I nodded.

   Lydia brought Malia forward. “Do you want to have a threesome with Malia and me? Now, Y/N, if you don’t–”

   I crashed my lips into Lydia’s and roamed her mouth with my tounge. I pulled away and bit my lip.

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Not One, But Two (Part VII)

Summary: It all started on that night when you and Jay were both too drunk to remember anything. You resigned from your job and left Seoul with a secret. Now you’re back and ready to tell Jay about them, but doing so means sharing their lives and putting his career and love life on the line.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI |

“You’re lying,” Jukyung accused, returning Jay’s phone to him.

“I’m not!” Jay snorted.

“Oh really?”

“Yes. I’m not lying—” Jay sighed, still seeing the disbelief manifested by Jukyung’s expression and tone. “I’m their dad. You saw it. Jaeyoung looks a lot like me.”

“Jaeyoung?” Sunghwa asked.

“He’s the boy. Suri’s his sister. He’s older than her by just a minute. I wasn’t there when they were born. I only found out about them a couple of months ago,” Jay said.

“But how? Wasn’t she in the states with her family these past few years? Did you visit her when you went there?” Hyukwoo asked.

“No, I didn’t see her until she came back. It was before she left,” Jay replied.

“So if you’re telling us the truth, then that means that—” Sunghwa counted with his fingers, “she was pregnant when she left?”

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Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute

Ooh, you know what I meant to do and never did?  Mick and Amaya friendship headcanons.

- Amaya casually introduces Mick as her friend one time and after that he starts introducing her as his friend every single time they meet someone because he’s so unused to having a friend again.  People are constantly misunderstanding him because he can’t say it without sounding like a weird goober, so she constantly has to clarify that no, she’s dating Nate, they’re just friends.  (What are you looking at, Flash, you’re being weird yes I have friends.)

- Mick doesn’t cook for the team when they’re on the Waverider, but any time there’s a campfire he quickly and unapologetically takes complete control over it and then Amaya gets all the best of everything and nobody’s allowed to say anything about it.

- Amaya enjoys getting Mick flustered, so when they go to bars she kisses him on the cheek after he makes eye contact with someone else, just to mess it up, or buys drinks for people and tells the bartender to say they’re from Mick even though he hasn’t made up his mind about that yet and isn’t ready for them to come over and introduce themselves.

- Mick is an asshole, so any time Nate starts to get territorial or weird about his relationship with Amaya, Mick butts in there to make everything purposefully weird and awkward.  It makes Nate nervous and spluttery, because he’s still more than a little bit afraid of Mick sometimes, and Mick thinks that’s hilarious.  Amaya knows he literally means nothing by the flirting, and she’s less bothered by the whole thing than she thinks she probably should be.  She inevitably takes the opportunity to remind Nate that he doesn’t own her and to remind Mick to be nice to other people.  One of them even listens.  (It isn’t Mick.)

- One time when Mick has a little accident with some fire, Amaya uses her powers to imitate a rhino and stomps it out.  Mick tells her Leonard said rhinos didn’t do that, and she says they don’t but it worked, so she’d do it again.  He gets weirdly smug about the fact that it works, but then seems sad, so she rolls her eyes and says maybe they do it sometimes and just haven’t ever been seen.  It doesn’t really cheer him up, but he pretends it does and fakes a smile for her anyway.

- Mick makes a surprisingly decent escort for fancy parties.  His behavior once they get there is usually terrible, but in that initial moment of walking in, Amaya knows exactly how to maximize the effect of walking in on the arm of the biggest, most visibly muscular member of the team, and when they’re hobnobbing, she can usually convince him to stay quiet and focus on the hors d’oeuvres.  She loves Nate, but she kind of enjoys making appearances on Mick’s arm and playing up the fact that her date could probably crush whoever she’s talking to.  When she threatens to take someone out herself while standing next to her enormous ‘boyfriend’ who is apparently completely unconcerned about her getting into a fight, it has a particularly strong effect.

- Amaya appreciates the ease with which Mick can pick her up when he wants to.  He’s great for helping her climb through second-story windows and is willing to carry her everywhere for a week when she breaks her foot and it ‘still feels weird’ even after Gideon fixes it.

Where I live, people usually own a portable wifi router and I named mine “Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov.” I was not disappointed at my naming sense.

Day 1
Friend: Hey, can I borrow your wifi?
Me: Yea, sure
Friend: What’s your wifi na…
Friend: oh, nevermind.

Still Day 1
Friend: What’s the password?
Me: …………….katsudon
Friend: ……….
Me: ……..
Friend: ……okay. *types in password*

Day 2
Friend: Hey, I know Yuuri Katsuki is a japanese name, but what’s Nikiforov?
Me: It’s his family name. It’s Russian.
Friend: ooh. Okay.
Friend: …wait. So is he Japanese or Russian?
Me: *pretends I did not hear*

Day 3
Friend: Yo, where’s that Korean?
Me: um what?
Friend: You know, that Yuuri Katsuki…my phone can’t detect your wifi
Me: oh.

Day 3 a minute after
Me: He’s not Koren btw. He’s Japanese.
Friend: ooh. So he IS Japanese. Why’s his family name Nikiforov though? Like that’s so wei…
Me: don’t ask.

Day 7
Friend: I think something’s wrong with Yuuri
Me: Right. I forgot to refill the credit
Friend: oh, so he’s broke.
Me: ……..
Me: ……..yeah.

Day 15
Friend: Yuuri’s dead!
Me: *throws a charger*

Day 17
Friend: Yuuri won’t connect to me!
Me: *turns on the Wifi on his phone*
Friend: Oh.

Day 20
Friend: Yuuri keeps blinking red!
Me: The signal’s bad down here. Put him near the window

Day 21
Friend: Yuuri has a fever!
Me: I kept him on for three days straight. Just let him off for a while.

alangado  asked:

Let's talk about other shows for a bit. Do you think Star and Marco Diaz should be a couple or stay friends?

Ooh, let’s! 

Starco is probably the definition of endgame. To me, the show seems to be structured around a slow-burn romance, among other stories, especially considering the recent arc with Jackie and Marco dating and Star realizing her feelings for Marco. If the show was building up a twist that in fact no, it’s not the slow-burn romance you thought and they’re better as friends, I feel like that arc would either be shorter and not be placed during such critical moments of the story’s development (most recently, Star’s Princess song, Star leaving for Mewni again, etc.). 

In the coming season when they reunite, they’ll probably need a period of time where they go back to being best friends (1. Marco’s not an ass, so even if he realizes he likes Star back in that way he wouldn’t just kick Jackie to the curb, 2. I could see them giving Marco a sort of realization arc as well, so the feelings feel like they’ve developed over time and not suddenly), but even so, I feel like they’re building their way to a relationship eventually.

Initially, watching the episode with the Blood Moon Ball, when I wasn’t as invested in the show (I think I skipped ahead to that episode at the time), I was like ‘Oh neat. Eternal bro-dum instead of destined to be lovers. Way to show that guys and girls can friends and that friendship can be a deeply meaningful relationship in its own right!’

But after watching the show properly and seeing it develop since, it’s clear to me that they’re eternally bros plus probably going to end up together. Which is still cool, my favourite type of romance is when a friend becomes a romantic partner—not just for the whole-slow burn thing, but because being in love with your best friend is a fucking rad idea! And whoever you do end up with (if you so chose to end up with someone) probably should at least become one of your best friends in the long run.

So, yeah, big shock, but I ship it. How about you?