or what so ever he's drinking

malec fics I’ll probably never write but someone definitely should and also tag me so I can read them:

inspired by this post by @otppurefuckingmagic

  • Alec Lightwood has a job interview that could change his future, finally help him free himself from his parents’ hold on his life. So, obviously, he is freaking out. What better way to relax than to go have a drink the night before? At least, that’s what Izzy and Jace say when they drag him to Pandemonium, the new club that opened a few blocks away. Alec might be prone to believe them after a while, especially when he finds himself on his way to have the night of his life with the hottest guy he’s ever seen a few hours later. Magnus - or Sex on Legs as Alec has decided to call him in his head - even is sweet enough to cook him breakfast the next morning before they part with each other’s number but the knowledge that neither of them was looking for anything more. They just don’t have time for a real relationship and they’ve made it clear. Alec is convinced he will never see him again. That is until he gets to his job interview and Magnus is sitting there with a grave expression, a suit that makes him look annoyingly appealing and a raging bruise on his neck.
  • Joining the New York Philharmonic orchestra has always been Alec’s dream and he made it come true through years of hard work and lost sleep. Now he finally has a chance to become First Chair, but a newcomer threatens to steal his well-deserved place as leader. Magnus Bane is a prodigy and if his technique is flawless, it is the passion that transpires from his every motion when he plays the violin that grabs anyone’s - and Alec’s - attention. Alec wants to hate him, he really does, but it doesn’t help that in addition to being so frustratingly talented, Magnus Bane is also sweet and patient and utterly charming. And he refuses to make the run for First Chair feel like the competition it actually is. Alec might be screwed.
  • Magnus and Alec babysitting Clary and Jace’s child, but the child has a huge crush on Magnus and spends the whole night pulling pranks on Alec whenever they start acting like the married couple they are. Alec loves the kid. He does, but he is slowly starting to lose his mind and if that little demon prevents him from kissing his husband one more time, he might lose it. Magnus just thinks it’s hilarious - and adorable - to have two children - one of them being a 6′2 shadowhunter - fighting for him.
  • Magnus is a Robin Hood-esque character and he particularly likes to steal from the Lightwood family.
  • A Beauty and the Beast AU with Magnus as Belle and Alec as the Beast. Also featuring Jace the candlestick, Izzy the clock, Maryse the teapot and Max the teacup. Luke, Magnus’ adoptive father, gets lost in the forest while trying to help a injured wolf he found on the road on his way back from the city and he comes across the Beast’s castle, and gets captured. After they learn the news, Magnus goes to the castle and offers to take Luke’s place, despite Luke’s objection… We all know how that story ends. Sebastian as Gaston? I guess?
  • Magnus goes to his favorite coffee shop and the place is crowded so he ends up sharing a table with a stranger who also turns out to be the epitome of Tall, Dark and Handsome. They start talking because Alec is reading a book by Magnus’ favorite writer, Gideon Archer, and Alec keeps dragging the guy and hating on his books and Magnus just can’t have that. They argue for hours about it and regularly meet afterwards to talk about literature and books, and after a few meetings, book talks turn into anything and everything talks. When Alec realizes he is in love with Magnus, it’s probably already too late to tell him that he is, in fact, Gideon Archer.
  • Izzy and Jace get Alec and his son Max a cruise for Christmas because he hasn’t taken a vacation for ages. On the ship, they meet Magnus and his son Raphael, who are on a well-deserved vacation themselves. Max and Raphael hit it off as soon as they meet and decide they will spend every minute possible together. If they use that time to make up an intricate plan to get their dads together, well… what they don’t know can’t hurt them.
  • Alec and Magnus are both professors at NYU but they work in different departments and have never stumbled into each other. That is until one evening, Alec sees a stranger standing under the pouring rain and offers to share his umbrella with him and walk him home. He just doesn’t want him to get sick. This has nothing to do with that guy being the hottest piece of ass he has ever seen. He’s just being a nice person.
  • The Proposal AU. (seriously, why hasn’t this been done yet?)
  • Victorian AU. I have no plot for this one but I need it like I need air.
emmafromthatonenight - A CS AU

7,500 words of what happened after Killian and Emma met at a bar one night, and then when she contacted him via instagram 10 months later. I know that many amazing, wonderful, lovely readers do not care for CS baby fics. So this is a warning- this fic is not for you. 


The bar was exactly what he needed tonight. Dark. Dingy. Someplace no one would ever expect to find Killian Jones. He’d been invited to many parties, all at trendy places a few miles to the west in hipper areas of Boston, but tonight he just wanted to drink around real people with real lives and real problems. Not people whose sole purpose in talking to him was to see what he could do for them. To see if any of that “Killian Jones” magic could transform their lives. It couldn’t. He couldn’t help anyone.

He’d turned his sorrow and skill with a guitar into a successful career, but that was it. It has brought him no happiness, and he had nothing to share with anyone else.

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anonymous asked:

What is your opinion on Sam's psychic powers? Was he born with them or did he acquire them through Azazel's blood? Does he no longer have them or are they dormant? Why did Azazel pick Sam to infect since he didn't seem to know Mary existed until she tried to save her friend in 4x03? If it's correct that Sam didn't need to drink demon blood to use his powers then would he be able to tap into them now? What is the extent of Sam's abilities? (sorry for so many questions! :))

  1. I believe he was born with them. Why else would the “special children” have been so far apart geographically instead of all chosen from, say, the same hospital? Why would their abilities have manifested so differently when they were all given the same blood, as far as we know? I’ve rambled on this topic before, though, so I’ll stop, haha. One interesting note: long before Azazel ever infected Sam, in 4.03 (years before Sam was even born), Azazel said this to time-travelling-Dean: YED: Hey, wait a minute, if that slut Mary’s your Mommy, are you… are you one of my psychic kids? I guess there are a number of ways to interpret that, but I choose to understand that to mean he specifically sought out psychics.
  2. I absolutely believe that it might be possible for Sam to awaken his powers again. Why not? Jared Padalecki has said that Sam considers his powers a part of him (but likely won’t ever try to tap back into them).
  3. Azazel knew Mary’s bloodline was perfect; in 4.03, he said he was there to choose “the perfect parents, like your mommy” and noted that Mary was his “favorite” so far.
  4. Sam had visions and used telekinesis even in season 1, long before Ruby ever conned him into drinking her blood. Ruby made him drink the blood so that he’d be able to kill Lilith, Lucifer’s first demon. He only really needed it for demon-focused stuff (killing them, exorcising them, etc.). 
  5. As for the extent of his abilities, who knows? He’s shown a variety of skills in the show, but (like most of this response!) I could only speculate about what might happen if they came back.

My opinion on….?

Jack... No...

So Jack did that “fell asleep for about three minutes but still managed to dream somehow” thing and woke up dazed

And he just looked me right in the face and blurted out:

“Rhysie, we need to be asking the important questions, like, will I ever be able to get up for a drink in the middle of the night and not have to put back on pants? What about that?”

I just… Gently put him back to bed… >_>

Viktor’s Love

Ok I have to get to work so this is gonna be rushed af and incoherent and all but like can we just take a moment because

Like Yuuri being precious smol innocent sinamon roll as always, just happy to finally stand by everyone and share food and drinks and all, ever so grateful that he’s come this far, and met the love of his life in the process, which he couldn’t even get the nerve to talk to before. But we now know that’s not true because he basically declared his love via interpretive dance. Exhibit A:

LOOK. AT. THEIR. FACES. 

Ok so it goes without saying that this is where Viktor fell in love. He’s just like omg this quiet meek guy is not what he seems like at all and by god just marry me already. And THEN, this darling little Katsudon goes on, after they’ve already parted, goes on to perform Viktor’s very own Stay Close to Me:

WHICH I’M PRETTY SURE VIKTOR INTERPRETED AS SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF: I haven’t forgotten; please come back to me, please be my coach. Look how well I skated this piece, just for you. This is me proving I’m worthy to skate with you as my coach.

Which leads me to this. Viktor’s priceless reaction:

Because like, ok. Imagine being Viktor. You share this amazing night with this guy and you fall in love at first dance basically, and it’s just so so great because again look at how much FUN they’re having together and the way they’re smiling at each other and it’s like Viktor says in this episode, love and life were something he’d ignored for far too long. But here comes Yuuri to change all that. 

And now imagine, showing up at that hot spring. Like tada here I am! Aren’t you glad! And Yuuri freaking the fuck out. And Viktor thinking how endearing that is because aw he’s shy. 

Aw he’s embarrassed from everything that happened when they were drunk

Aw he just needs to open up his walls and he’ll be the same guy he met on that night. 

If you ask me I think this explains Viktor’s boldness throughout the series. Because it’s like he’s been in love all. this. time. and he’s just going around assuming Yuuri is the same way. The whole ‘let’s sleep together’ and ‘be my boyfriend’ and ‘tell me all about yourself’ at the beginning isn’t just Viktor being a cocky bastard. It’s Viktor being in love. In complete and absolute love. 

And it sort of explains the whole Eros thing too. Because it’s not just on a random whim or even the fact that Viktor wants Yuuri to step out of his comfort zone. It’s because he KNOWS he’s more than capable, because he’s SEEN it before. 

Which he follows with something along the lines of ‘you’ll show it to me soon, won’t you?’ 

Which basically now I’m gonna interpret as Viktor trying to get Yuuri to understand that what he did on that night was a hell of a lot more seductive than Yuuri himself might even realize, and if he can control that, then it’ll be the hook line sinker that’ll get him to finals. 

Also a bit of revenge since, I’m assuming this was probably the first time Viktor was ever caught off guard. I mean seeing Yuuri doing things like that was probably enough to catch anyone off guard. And so maybe this whole time Viktor was just trying to get even, trying to prove that he could seduce Yuuri just as much as Yuuri had seduced him (and not exactly in the sultry way).

And I just. I’m so happy. 

Please excuse my rambles. I’ll try to edit this after I get home.

The Jealous Hufflepuff (Newt X Reader)

Originally posted by 5sos-1d-thedorks

For this story, just pretend Porpentina is just Newt’s friend. If you don’t like that idea, don’t read it! I’m simply trying to give people some fluff for their hungry souls! Also just pretend Jacob never lost his memory of what happened in the movie. Lastly, sorry if I’ve posted like a lot today. I don’t care. I love Fantastic Beasts and I’m kidding, I’m not even remotely sorry.

Warnings: so much fluff, you might die. Read with caution. And maybe heart it, if you like it.


“Ever wondered if Newt gets jealous?” Porpentina said cutting straight to the chase.

You paused from drinking your coffee to look at your friend. “What do you mean?” You asked skeptically.

It was just you, Porpentina, Jacob, and Queenie. Newt said he was too busy to attend coffee, but they all knew he was highly introverted and probably needed some down time with his beasts. Whenever Newt wasn’t around, for some reason, the conversation was always on that strange nerdy, but adorable man.

“I was just curious. I heard Hufflepuffs are really loyal and patient. Sweet people, if you get what I’m saying,” Porpentina explained calmly stirring her tea.

“The people everyone loves,” Jacob concluded.

You kept your skeptical look on Porpentina. Where was she going with this? They all knew you had a major crush on Newt. It was kind of hard not to notice. You were a bumbling idiot around Newt! It didn’t help that Queenie kept reading your mind, and would always wink and smile at you. “Porpentina. What are you thinking…?” You said bluntly.

Porpentina shrugged. “We’re having this bet,” she started slowly. “Jacob doesn’t think Newt could get jealous, but I’m not so sure.”

You looked blankly at Jacob, who refused to look at you, and then back at Porpentina. “Seriously. What’s going on?”

Queenie blurted out in her soft voice, “We want to make Newt jealous.”

The heck. Make Newt jealous?! That sounded like a recipe for disaster! “Are you serious?!” You demanded.

“Look it’s not like he’s not a man, he has feelings and desires too, I’m sure!” Porpentina insisted strongly.

You blushed. Where was she going with this…? “Hold on—you aren’t… no, don’t you even dare, Porpentina…” you said in an almost strained voice.

Porpentina refused to look at you and continued, “You’re mad for him, honey. It doesn’t take Queenie’s mind reading to know it. And we’re curious to know how Newt feels about you.”

“It will be fun!” Queenie added on, smiling sweetly at you.

“FUN?” You mimicked. “This is a horrible idea! Please no!”

“We already made the bet,” Jacob chided, giving you a pleading look. “Prove that I’m right and he can’t ever get jealous. C’mon, help a guy out, Y/N.”

You looked flustered, looking at everyone. It was true, you were curious to know how Newt felt about you, but this was a little extreme. “How… hypothetically, suppose are we going to make him jealous?”

“Pretend that you and Jacob are fond of each other,” Porpentina said absentmindedly.

You looked at Queenie. “Ummmm… I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”

“That’s kinda what I thought…” Jacob said, also looking at Queenie.

But Queenie was beaming. She laughed musically, “Don’t be silly, goobers! I came up with the idea myself!”

“Yeah but still,” Jacob mumbled under his breath. “The only lady I really want is you.”

Queenie gave him a loving look and patted his hands. “I know, love. But do it for me. I know you have feelings for me, help Y/N out for me!”

“Okay, fine!” You shouted loudly, your face hot red. “When do we start?”


You walked closely to Jacob, giggling like an idiot. But the giggling was a horrible nervous giggle of apprehensiveness. This was so stupid.

The plan was really simple. You were pretending to like Jacob, and to make things a little more realistic, hopefully, Jacob was pretending not to be interested in you. Basically, now that you thought about it, making you look like a total horrible slutty adultery woman.

All of you were taking a walk in Central Park, talking about beasts and what other creatures they might find. However, Newt was strangely quiet, and only talked once the subject about beasts came up.

“Oh, dear, my shoe fell off,” you stated in a matter-o-fact tone. You clutched onto Jacob’s arm, hoping on one foot.

Jacob steadied you as you put your shoe back on, glancing up at Newt. Newt was expressionless, but smiled sweetly at you once he caught you looking at him. You felt a wave of complete guilt wash over you, as Newt just looked at you, smiling like nothing was wrong.

“Thanks, Jacob,” You said, more in a bedraggled tone than a flirty up beat way. You stopped giggling, but you didn’t walk away from Jacob, even though you wanted nothing more than to rush over and hug Newt.


There were a few more attempts later that day, but all of them failed. No matter what happened, Newt seemed calm and always smiled at you. But there was a sort of hollowness in his smile. More confused and less happy. You couldn’t really read his expression, but you knew something was wrong. He probably hated you. For flirting with Jacob, when Queenie wasn’t around. How horrible.

The more and more you flirted with Jacob, the more you hated yourself. You wanted to take up your wand and simply blow off your head. You couldn’t keep doing this to Newt!

You were helping Jacob feed some of Newt’s pets, giggling and talking quietly with Jacob. Jacob was nearly as worn out as you were. He was sick of this all, but Queenie kept insisting.

Jacob said he was going up to check on Queenie who was cooking dinner for them. “I’ll be right up, Jacob!” You giggled. It sounded like a sickly giggle though.

Newt had been silently watching the two of you, while petting a salamander. You were alone with Newt now. “Y/N,” Newt said softly.

You turned to Newt, refusing to look at him. “Yes?”

“Why… are you…” he stumbled over his words, frowning hard. “I don’t understand.”

You began to walk to the ladder which took them back to the real world. “What do you not understand?” You asked slowly, not wanting to know the answer.

Newt fidgeted with his fingers nervously, figuring out how to explain it to you. He followed you and said, “Well… it’s just that… what you’re doing, I don’t think it’s right.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. How were you going to explain this? You hastily made your way to the ladder. Once you were back into the apartment, Porpentina could help you explain it all. “It’s not what you think it is.”

“No. It’s exactly what I think it is,” Newt said sharply and boldly. “It needs to stop.”

You were almost hurt by the way he said it. Newt was always soft spoken, and sweet. But he sounded stern and almost angry. You walked a little faster. “Please, Newt, you don’t really understand,” You whimpered.

You began to climb the ladder, but Newt tried to gently grab at your hand. “Y/N,” He said softly.

Newt grasping at your hand, made your face blush and your mind went something along the lines of JFDKLAFJDSIOP NEWT IS HOLD MY HAND HFDSKLAFJALJFKL. With that sudden realization, stupid you lost your balance and fell off the ladder. You let out a high pitch squeal and you fell onto Newt, sending the both of you onto the ground.

He let out a, “OOOF!” as you fell on top of him.

Tangled up, you hastily apologized, completely erratic and nervous. “I’m so sorry, Newt! I didn’t mean to fall on you!” You sat up, still sitting on Newt and gazed down on him with an embarrassed look.

Newt looked back up at you and gently put his hand on your face. “Y/N… what’s going on?”

“I-I’m sorry,” was all you could say, as stupid hot tears filled your eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt you!”

Newt propped himself up, his other hand still on your cheek. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, looking concerned.

Your heart skipped a beat. He called you sweetheart. You frantically wiped away the tears. “It’s just that… I didn’t want to make you jealous, but it was Porpentina’s idea.”

Newt blinked a few times, then he raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, make me jealous?”

Uh oh. You said it. You hiccupped and said, “Uhh… why don’t we just go up and eat dinner?”

What stopped you from getting up off Newt was Newt gently pressing his lips against your forehead. Then he moved his lips to your mouth, kissing innocently. He then breathed quietly, “Is that was you wanted?”

“Making you jealous or the kiss?” You murmured quietly. His thumb was softly stroking your cheek, and your heart felt like it was going to explode. AKA heart attack and you would just die. Embarrassing and depressing if that happened.

“Both?” He concluded, rubbing his forehead against yours.

You smiled contently, breathing in the smell of cloves and hay. “Yeah. I think so…” was all you could say. Sounded stupid, but you were basically in a trance, so who cares.

Suddenly three heads poked out from the suitcase opening. “That’ll be six weeks of pastries, Jacob,” Porpentina mused, looking down at you and Newt. You were still sitting on Newt, and looked like you weren’t in a hurry to get up.

Both you and Newt looked up at them. Newt laughed, but you were less forgiving than Newt. You glared up at them, and barked, “Seriously, you guys?” Then you turned to Newt. “Were you really jealous, Newt?”

Newt snaked his hand around your neck and said, “I was absolutely dotty for you.” He pulled you in for another kiss.

Queenie laughed and said, “Look at them, Jacob! Aren’t you happy for them?”

Suddenly, a thought burst into your mind. You were a little bit angry. Maybe more than a little bit. “Queenie…” you said in a low growl.

“Yes, dear?” she asked curiously, smiling down at you.

You glared at her. “Did you know Newt fancied me already?”

Queenie smiled innocently. “This was a bet to see if Newt got jealous, pie-dear. You never asked me if Newt fancied you.”

“QUEENIE!”

The end!

Why don’t we ever talk bout how hard Simon has had it like?? His dad died when he was pretty young and then his mom struggled with a drinking problem and on top of that he clearly suffers from an anxiety disorder and is canononically a hypochondriac and now he’s a vampire, struggling to keep what’s left of his family and yet he still is so funny and kind and caring and just idk I think we need to acknowledge how fricking strong he is

A political AU where

  • Dean Winchester is an omega but he has to keep it a secret because his father is a major presidential nominee and having an unmated omega son would hurt his campaign
  • Dean poses as a beta and often attends night club scenes to pose as the “playboy” type
  • He gets into an argument with his father about it because he doesn’t like the scent blockers and hates hiding who he is 
  • It ends badly and Dean ends up drinking at the closest bar, his only desire to be fucked good and hard because he’s an omega and that’s what he likes
  • Its just his luck when the hottest alpha he’s ever laid eyes on, with a scent so enticing that his’s nearly drooling, takes a seat next to him and offers to buy him another drink
  • Dean accepts and the next thing he knows he’s up against a bathroom stall door being fucked within an inch of his life but its so, so, so good. the best sex he’s ever had and he comes (untouched) so hard that he sees stars 
  • When the alpha’s knot recedes he’s disappointed that he will probably never see the alpha again and will have to go about his normal, shitty life once more
  • They leave the bathroom separately and Dean never learns his name
  • Weeks pass since the incident and Dean’s life is miserable, until one morning where he starts living in a living hell
  • Because one morning, after weeks since being fucked by a stranger, he wakes up with a sickly sweet scent on his skin: he’s pregnant
  • For days he wallows in the news, thanking the gods that his scent blockers also block the scent of his pregnancy 
  • Until the night of the first presidential debate between his father and the rival candidate Naomi Novak
  • Because as her family takes their seats, he catches a whiff of a familiar scent, the one his nose was filled with the night after the argument with his father
  • He whips around to see the alpha from the bar sitting in the seat reserved for “Castiel Novak” the eldest son of his father’s rival, and Dean’s pregnant with his kid
  • And sooner or later, Dean’s going to begin to show it
High time I posted a new story.

Sorry everyone for the long time between posts. I promise I got up to no good during that time I just haven’t got around to writing about it yet.

But this happened last night I I just had to tell you all.

A mutual friend of ours, Andrew came over last night to hangout and have some drinks. Andrew smokes weed and I do from time to time but my hubby does not. So a few hours after Andrew arrived he asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint with him. I agreed and after he rolled a pretty nice size doobie we went out to the garage to smoke it. Our garage is our smoking area set up with a couch and an old stereo. I’m not sure what prompted me to ask but while we were mid joint I asked Andrew if he had ever cheated on his gf. He was a bit shocked and I could tell he really didn’t want to answer but I assured him it was ok if he had. Reluctantly he said he wasn’t proud but yes earlier in their relationship he had cheated. Next I told him I heard he had a very large cock and would he show it to me. Again he was shocked and even blushed but agreed to show me. He stood up undid his pants and let me say the rumours were very much true. I reached out and put my hand around it gently as I said “God I’d love to feel this inside me.”
I stood up pushed my pants down bent over the couch and said “Fuck me but be quick so we aren’t gone too long.”
I didn’t have to say it a second time he quickly got behind me and pushed his amazing cock into my freshly shaved and more then excited pussy. He pounded me hard and fast for a few minutes before expressing he was close to cumming. I told him to finish inside me that I wanted to feel his cum deep inside my pussy. A few more thrusts and that’s exactly what I felt. His warm powerful load exploded deep inside my married cunt. I reached over for the still burning joint and took a hit as he pulled out and pulled his pants back up. I did the same then passed him the joint which he finished off. Then as if nothing had happened we both went back inside and continued the evening laughing and telling stories etc with the love of my life, my wonderful husband.

  • Me: *waiting for drink in Starbucks*
  • Me: *putting on makeup*
  • Guy: You know nice guys don't like when girls wear so much makeup.
  • Me: *without looking up* Nice guys like you?
  • Guy: Well, yea.
  • Me: Have you ever considered that's why we wear it?
  • Girl behind me: *spits out coffee laughing*
  • Guy: Um.
  • Me: *deadpan look* Nice girls like me don't give a fuck what you like.

you know what pisses me off? luke follows more fans on twitter than any of the other boys yet the minute he unfollows/ blocks some who are nasty as shit to him all of sudden he doesn’t care about the fans, luke has given fans hugs/kisses on the cheek without the fans even having to ask, luke gives their friends/ crew members hugs all the time, other celebrities that have met luke have all said he was nice as shit, when they were asked about ‘you suck’ luke told michael he liked all the things about him that abigail used to insult michael with,luke helps malum drink water so they don’t have to stop playing their instruments,  luke loves his band mates so much, when asked what they’d say to kurt cobain if they ever met him luke said he’d ask if he was sad bc he ‘doesn’t want it to happen again’, luke is so full of love yet gets so much hate, luke is so sweet and kind yet i all i see directed towards him is hate, harassment or praise for his looks

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“The crimson bird took in the sight of his blackened, frostbitten body and cried. He heard its musical lament and saw the sorrow in the depth of its obsidian eyes for the loss of its master, a loss that it would carry for the rest of its immortal life, and for the first time the Dark Lord understood empathy. He would grant it mercy. 

They say it is a great sin, to slay a unicorn. They say it is an atrocity, to kill something so pure, so innocent… That to drink its blood will save you from the brink of death, but that the moment the liquid touches your lips, you will live a half-life…a cursed life…They say nothing of what it means to kill a phoenix.

To take the life of the eternal. No one has ever accomplished such an impossible feat, would even think to try. But the ability of Lord Voldemort knows no bounds, bows to no laws, conforms to no boundaries… He drank its tears and drained it of its blood. He consumed its heart. …Such power. Such ancient, pure magic. It ignited in him. It was the healing fire. It brought his frozen limbs back to life in a burning, scorching pyre.”  Hauntingly

Why does no one talk about that time Isak was chilling at home drinking beer with his bros and then his bros noticed he was upset so he explained it was a Even related thing and his bros were like “Bruh……. listen……. here’s what you gotta do” and then they were all giving him advice about dudes being dudes and how to text and telling him to tell Even to keep his act together and then when Even showed up Isak was like “okay bros you gotta bounce now” and that I think is the best scene in television history to be honest

Learning about how children tend to do better when their praise is based on their effort instead of abilities. And I feel that’s best shown through Riddler.

Something Riddler always complains about is how no one notices how smart he is but the thing is people call him smart all the time. Batman acknowledges his mind is brilliant, a force to be reckon with, and his Arkham files state that he’s of high level genius IQs. Both examples of praise in his eyes. But no one ever talks about how much effort he puts into being smart.

No one ever talks about the many late nights fueled by coffee and energy drinks in libraries. Or the endless hours trying cramp more facts about Zeno’s paradox while also studying the Egyptian hieroglyphics 

And i think that’s why he puts so much stock in his ‘intelligence’ because his efforts never matter as a child and no one seems to notice them as an adult either. All he has left is this hollow idea of what he should be.

Never Have I Ever (Victuuri)

A/N: Yuri on Ice!!! (Victuuri) -  1. “I want to hate you. I should hate you.” - Oops I kind of got too creative with this one, and it’s so looong and fluffy and teaaasy. Big special thanks to @ticklygiggles for helping but that’s nothing new on this blog! Lots of love! ♡  

Summary: Yuuri and Victor are out drinking with friends, and eventually get dragged into a game of Never Have I Ever with Phichit (and Chris). During the game Yuuri is caught off guard and oops, did he just admit openly he likes to be tickled? 

I used to play this with my friends and I would like to say it wasn’t always sex-related but too bad we were naughty little shits.

Word Count: 3065


Kampaaai!” Victor chirped the Japanese word in his funny accent, and he took a few sips before sighing in relief.

“That is nice. I needed that,” he said, sounding very refreshed and relieved. Yuuri chuckled at his tipsy older boyfriend and shook his head.

“It’s already your 5th, Vitya. Are you sure you needed that?” Victor was close to passing the line from overly tipsy to drunk, while he was taking it easy with just his cheeks getting a rosy color.

“Yes, Yuuri! I needed that!” Victor poked him and Yuuri giggled playfully, but then looked at the skaters who sat across from them, snickering at their behavior.

Vitya hm?” Phichit said, sharp as always, and Yuuri blushed. He had to judge the younger male as probably the only one who was still sober. Next to him sat Chris - what was he even doing here - and he was probably the most drunk of all, well, all who remained. 

The others had gone home already, leaving Yuuri alone with his tipsy self, drunk Victor, super drunk Chris and sober Phichit.

“I know, I know! Let’s play a game of never have I ever!” Phichit suggested, and Yuuri blushed. Not that

“Hehe it’s alright, Phichit-kun. These guys are too drunk to play,” he tried, but it was already too late. Victor raised his glass and blurted out:

“Nonono I can play! Never have I ever wanted Yuuri to call me Victor-kun!” He downed the glass by himself, and Yuuri watched him with a blush.

“T-that’s not how it works, V-Victor..kun?” Hearing this, Victor made a squeaky hiccup sound, and Yuuri blushed when he got pulled into a tight alcohol smelling- hug. 

“I love you Yuuuri-kuuun!” he whined. Chris was up next, with his eyes closed, a goofy smile on his face and a burp to introduce his line:

“Never have I ever jacked off on the ice ri-” Phichit slapped him playfully, causing him to spill his beer.

“Yep Chris, that’s yours only, drink. Let’s play this without Chris,” the Thai figure skater suggested happily, and Yuuri giggled. They played a couple of rounds, doing their very best to ignore Chris’ drunk and horny remarks in between, but they had fun and laughed a lot.

At one point Victor even yelled: “What have you done Phichittit?” because no matter what silly things they tried, they only got him to drink rarely, and they all laughed because of drunk Victor’s inability to pronounce his name right.

Eventually both Phichit and Victor ended up teasing Yuuri by saying things only he had done in his life, just to let him drink more. Even saying things such as:

“Never have I ever been coached by Victor Nikiforov. Never have I ever had a family that owns an onsen! Never have I ever been born a Japanese!” So unfaaair. Yuuri felt his cheeks burn a little as he took another sip. He shouldn’t drink too much, at least one of them should be healthy to get both of them back to their hotel room safely.

“Never have I ever enjoyed being tickled!” Ah, that was him too, and Yuuri drank again. He drank… He draaank! He choked on his beer and coughed, turning to watch Phichit’s mischievous smirk and Victor’s amazed sparkly eyes.

“P-Phichit-kun!” Yuuri cried out. He was so offended. He had been very wrong and stupid to trust his good old friend to keep that stupid little fact a secret. That was some veeery confidential information and oh nooo Victor wasn’t supposed to know?!

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Last night was really bad, but it had to happen.

My dad has had a drinking problem for as long as I can remember.

He’s what’s known as a “functional alcoholic”

Last night was the worst I have EVER seen him, and it was honestly terrifying.

I’ll spare you all the details.


When my dad woke up today, he was so. ashamed. Rightly so.

He is appalled at his behavior. He says this event was life changing, and that he wants to quit drinking. As in, never drink again. My dad has tried to “cut back” in the past and failed miserably. The fact that he just wants to STOP is very hopeful. He actually cried and apologized. He’s horrified with his behavior..

Last night was a horrible night, but it was a wake up call. My mum and I are going to start attending a support group.

Please pray for my dad, pray that he finally accepts professional help.

I think I broke him.
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Bucky couldn’t help himself, he couldn’t hold back the chuckle as he nudged Steve’s side. “Jealous, are you?” he whispered, prompting a chuckle from Sam.

“Shut up if you know what’s good for you,” Steve threatened, making Sam and Bucky exchanged glances and laugh loudly.

“Oh, ho! He’s pissed,” said Bucky, play-punching Steve’s shoulder. “What’s got you all pissy-faced, Captain America? Does it, maybe, have to do with the fact that Y/N is currently on a date with a guy instead of being here with us, drinking and spending Friday night in your ever-so confusing company?”

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[SUMMARY: Negan discovers a trouble making woman in his sanctuary is actually suffering with depression and uses her attitude as a cover up.]

Just a short fluff, dedicated to my friend, you know who you are. I love you. * and a reminder to everyone, that even though you may feel like you are, you are not alone. *

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Negan and Alina.

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Dean tries so hard to convince Sam himself that everything that he considers remotely feminine is a bad thing. Last week it was the chick-flicks, which we know he loves. And this week he spent the car ride grumbling about how much he hated LA but remember what an adorable dork he was in Hollywood Babylon? He was the best P.A. ever! And what a huge deal he made over Sam drinking vegetable water only to turn around and make himself a glass, even adding a fresh slice of cucumber. 

Oh, Dean, it’s OK to try new things and like them. Not everything has to be guns and classic rock and muscle cars. 

@solangelo-scomiche-caleo asked if I could do a continuation of this, which you should probably read first, so here you go. Hope you like it :)


Blinking, Will sat up in the couch he’d been lying on. It took him several seconds of looking around to realize he was in Nico’s apartment, a blanket draped over him. Nico was nowhere to be seen, though.

What was he doing here?

He didn’t exactly remember how he’d gotten here, only that he had. The pain in his head didn’t really help either. He wasn’t used to drinking. He barely ever did. But apparently last night he had though it necessary. He faintly remembered thinking he had to see Nico for some reason and then nothing.

God, what had he done? He just hoped he didn’t do anything stupid, like confessing his feelings or trying to kiss him or something. Nico was his best friend and everyone knew the best way to ruin a friendship was admitting you wanted more. At least, that’s what everyone always told him, what he saw in movies, not that he had any experience.

The first time they met, through Leo Valdez, Will had though Nico was absolutely breathtaking. With his messy hair the color of the night sky and these deep brown eyes and high cheekbones. Then he’d opened his mouth to make a snarky remark to something Leo said and Will was gone. They’d talked all night, became friends, best friends and Will had slowly been falling deeper and deeper in love with him. He was almost sure Nico didn’t feel the same, though

Maybe he was freaking out over nothing, maybe he’d just arrived here and instantly fallen asleep. God, he hoped that was what happened.

He got up and walked to the kitchen to see if Nico was there. He was. Standing in front of the counter, making a cup of coffee.

Will awkwardly cleared his throat and said: ‘Hi.’

Nico jumped, almost let the cup in his hand fall to the ground. He turned around. ‘God, Will! You scared me, I didn’t hear you come in.’

‘That’s weird. You always hear everything.’

Nico shrugged, but Will noticed he didn’t meet his eyes. He was more fidgety than he normally was. So he did do something yesterday. They hadn’t been awkward around each other since the very beginning of their friendship.

He didn’t know how to bring it up, though, so he tried acting natural. They ate breakfast, bickered like they normally did, even though it felt a bit forced. There was an awkwardness underlying everything and Will didn’t know how to deal with that. Not to mention his head was killing him.

He assumed Nico felt the same, because he suddenly just said it. ‘What happened yesterday? You never drink.’

Will chewed on his lip and raked a hand through his hair. ‘I uh… needed the courage to do something.’

‘Do what?’

‘Was I – Did I say something yesterday?’

Nico flushed red. Not a good sign. ‘You kind of told me you wanted to kiss me. But don’t worry’, he quickly added when Will’s eyes widened. ‘nothing happened. I just figured it was the alcohol or something. I didn’t uh – yeah.’

‘It wasn’t.’

‘Wasn’t what?’

‘Wasn’t the alcohol.’, he quickly said, before he lost the nerve. ‘I do want to kiss you. Even sober.’

Nico just looked at him for a while. ‘Why don’t you then?’, he finally said with a smirk.

‘Seriously?’, Will sputtered, not getting the response he had expected.

Nico, the jerk, snickered at his expression, though he couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks. ‘Yeah, Solace, seriously.’

So that’s what Will did. He stepped closer to Nico, put a hand on his cheek and softly pressed his lips against his.

He knew it was probably terrible, morning breath and all. He probably still smelled of alcohol, but if Nico didn’t mind then he didn’t either.

The kiss made stars grow like flowers in his heart.