or bangarang

So today is Steph’s  ( dashingrapskillian ) birthday. What can I say about her? She makes lovely gifs. You’ve seen her gifs, cause they get reblogged hundreds of times (as well they should). I can only imagine the work that goes into them (literally, I don’t make gifs, I don’t know how and even if I did, I wouldn’t be half as good at is as she is)

She was one of my earliest followers, when I joined Tumblr and didn’t have a clue what I was doing (I still don’t) or who any of these people were. All I knew was that I wanted to share my fic, and she has been an amazing cheerleader for my little stories, reblogging them with amazing tags, mentioning them in posts, and undoubtedly helping my readership spread - I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I tend to pick up new followers whenever she reblogs something I wrote.

And she’s my friend now…and I have to get my friend something for her birthday! So here’s a little Captain Swan fic

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let slip your secrets, my darling (and I am the one who falls)

Of all the things he’s longed to learn about Emma Swan, the many stories hidden behind her guarded and careful heart, the secrets she hoards as carefully as if they were precious jewels (and they are far more valuable to him than diamonds or pearls, the old pair of spectacles and the ring with the glass stone, every item in that simple box that he would treasure more now than any chest of gold coins because they were hers) he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t want to know even more intimate aspects of the woman who has captivated him since Neverland, since he turned his ship around in search of more than vengeance and misery, hell, if he’s honest (which he is, far more than most people realize) since she leaned forward on her elbows and let slip that first little gem, “I’m going to let you in on a little secret…I’m pretty good at knowing when someone is lying to me.”

But of course he would never admit to his more carnal musings.

He is, after all, a gentleman.

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arexukurusake  asked:

Hey man I gotta ask, I love you as zuko but to me you will always be Rufio, so if I ever meet you at a con would you join me in a lost boys rooster call ?

Yeah… we can do that.

Bangarang!

the hand I hold...

AN: I started writing this a few days ago when I saw this gifset on my dash and put it in my queue. I wasn’t expecting to be inspired to write domestic smuff from hand holding, but here you go. ;)


A slight chill creeps along her skin as the t-shirt she grabbed to wear to bed sticks to her spine from her still wet braid. With a quick flick of her fingers the fireplace in the corner flares to life, casting a warm glow across the deep red quilt and the two matching pillows. Her lips curve into an admittedly sappy smile as she hears the sound of the shower curtain being drawn back in the adjoining bathroom and the unknown melody Killian is humming to himself.

Moving closer to the fire, she lets the heat lick up her bare legs, drying the last water droplets her own shower left behind on her smooth skin. Killian, reluctantly, had given her privacy to have a female moment, not intruding on her shower so she could shave her legs and condition her hair without his wandering hands of distraction. Of course, he’d managed to pull her back in with him when his turn came around, not wasting a moment to drop to his knees and slide his tongue along her now baby smooth inner thigh. She’d tried, halfheartedly, to warn him of the not limitless hot water, but soon succumbed to his determination to leave her breathless.

“Ah, a fire, I’m chilled to the bone.”

Throwing a chuckle over her shoulder, she holds out her hand in invitation as Killian emerges from the bathroom with just his towel wrapped low on his hips.

“I warned you about the water.”

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You know.. I really didn’t think people would have trouble with his name. I kind of just thought it was pretty simple to work out how to pronounce it. A no-brainer. But I can’t tell you how many people are struggling. So here it is, folks:

Silas (sigh-lus)
Orion (oh-rye-on)


Photo is from when they were both in hospital.




Please imagine the Enterprise crew throwing a huge party for whatever reason and Scotty & Jaylah are the DJs for the night and it somehow turns into a big dance competition:
- Jim goes crazy on the dancefloor when Jaylah puts on ‘(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)’ by the Beastie Boys
- Chekov shows off his skills in traditional russian dance, everyone is impressed
- Sulu has incredible breakdancing moves no one’s expected
- Spock and Uhura are experts when it comes to Tango
- Jaylah goes berserk when she hears ‘Bangarang’ by Skrillex because she loves the beat
- and Bones is the only one who won’t dance because thats stupid and damn it guys I’m a doctor not a professional dancer, so he looks rather shocked when Scotty puts on ‘Careless Whisper’ by George Michael (because it’s legit Bones’ favourite song, he told Scotty once when they were really drunk) and the crew wants him to dance to it and Jim finally starts slow dancing with him so it’s not too embarassing for him (Bones is actually really good at it)
- the others join them eventually