otp: i know what it's like

SHIPPING INFO // answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP(S) FOR YOUR MUSE?:
   wenyouna  &  ppl matched to her power.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:
   i guess most?? but i like it more when its plotted ofc.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:
   mmmm.. wen’s got the mind of late 20′s so anyone younger than 25 ish

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:
   yaaaa extremely…look i can’t just ship like that. FIRST OF ALL its hard to ship with her. SECOND, i need to have a clear picture of whats happening between our muses to determine if a ship can even work. sometimes they’ll click right away. sometimes it doesnt. 

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?:
   i guess…intense physical makeouts or something along those lines…idk u can kinda tell.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:  
  i have a ship with @thesundowncrew​ that we’ve had for like 3 or 4 years. ITS THE ONLY SHIP I’VE EVER HAD…BUT ALSO SO DEVELOPED……like who else of u has kids that accidentally formed from an intense battle between two ancient  &  dangerous entities?? 

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:
   ofc! u just gotta check with me, bc anything else would be assumed as forcing on u know?? but if we’ve rped for a while  &  u wanna ask go ahead!

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:
   i think the fact that I’ve had a single ship for so long says a lot. i dont ship a lot, but when i do we’re gonna make it the most complex ship eve r. 

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:
  nah i wouldn’t say obsessed

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:
   ya!

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:
   

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:
   if u feel a thing come n talk to me bc otherwise i would completely miss it lololol

tagged by:  @catholicvow
tagging:  @aeternaemorte  @bledtragedy  @divinend  @devourrot  @eyesofwater  @futuremiko  @hisrepose  @partolution  + ANYONE ELSE

Isn't it strange to think that some people will never know what it's like to be in fandoms?

They’ll never spend hours scrolling through tags on tumblr

They won’t pterodactyl screech when they see their otp

They won’t know how to handle ship discourse

They won’t stay up late into the night reading fanfics

They won’t get into heated debates over a problematic fav

I respect them, but it’s strange to think that my friends and family will never know the simple things about being a fangirl (fangirl being a gender-nutural term)

This ship needs more content

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Reasons why Tythan is real and better than Septiplier

-They don’t have girlfriends and therefore are single (but not really cause they’re dating each other duh)

-Tyler’s huge pupils around Ethan

-The giant Tyler is gentle af with the blue boy

-Tyler doesn’t hit Ethan as hard with balls or arrows or other shit they use in videos to shoot each other

-If Mark doesn’t sit between Tythan they do a lot of gay stuff and a looot of touching

-They share clothes

-Their height difference is just way too cute for them to not kiss 24/7

-Mark and Sean destroyed Septiplier and always joke about it/make fun of it

-Tythan doesn’t talk about Tythan

(so while Septiplier is dead, Tythan is growing beautifully)

-They live together (also on the same damn continent unlike Septiplier)

-Tyler picks Ethan up and carries him around quite often

-Opposites attract

-They are best friends

-They talk daily while Septiplier doesn’t

-Septiplier always tease us with their fake gay shit while Tythan is gay without trying (heart eyes, sitting close as if there wasn’t a whole couch for them, touching all the time, starring so hard, Tyler makes Ethan food especially while the boy’s live-streaming)

-They are like a married couple already

-They seem really damn gay so they probably are

-Tyler protects Ethan from things he’s allergic to

-Also Tyler fucking implied that he kisses Ethan (or at least gets really damn close to his face/mouth) by saying that he “can eat peanuts now because Ethan isn’t here” on one of Mark’s live streams while eating a snickers

-Tyler never said that he’s straight (I don’t think he ever said anything about his sexuality)

Do you know what Tyler and Ethan ALWAYS are when they’re together?


happy.

Miraculous Ladybug - Final Showdown

Adrien Agreste has always worked to keep a schedule. Even when he is late, it’s planned, he has a reason, he is prepared. 

Just once, Adrien Agreste was nearly too late. Just once, Chat Noir was completely unprepared.

Running, leaping, falling, and praying, Chat Noir flips over a building turret, hoping, needing to not be too late. The people of Paris see a black blur streaking towards the Notre Dame, or they would have were they not fleeing in fear, away from the vaunted cathedral. 

He’s opposite the Notre Dame, the only thing in his way the glittering Seine. Most days, he would be fascinated with its beauty. Today, all he can focus on is the whirl of reds and blacks and purples, clashing in a horrible dance atop one of Paris’ most coveted tourist spots. 

Just for a moment, the dance slows. Just for a moment, Adrien sees his ethereal Ladybug. 

Bruises of every color litter her skin, her flashy crimson suit worse for the wear. There’s blood flowing from her left ear and Adrien feels a fury rise in him, realizing how close Hawkmoth was to stealing the Ladybug Paris treasured. With the fury comes a crushing sense of guilt. Here a villain with aspirations of world domination, a man who craved nothing but the downfall of the admired teen superheroes, a monster, had been planning his great finale. 

And, where was Adrien?

In Spain, on vacation, enjoying Nathalie’s lilted Spanish and the cacophonous streets of Madrid. 

He had been taking a jovial stroll in the Plaza Mayor while Ladybug, sweet Ladybug, was calling out to him, asking for help from her other half, trusting him to be there. 

Adrien remembered, seeing her face plastered across an LED screen, “Una tragedia en Francia.” A tragedy in France.   

He had run. Ran and leaped and fallen and prayed.

Please. Please let me not be too late.

Now, Chat Noir zeroes in on his partner, using his baton to leap the Seine and skirting up the side of the Notre Dame with ease, landing a flying kick to Hawk Moth’s chest as the corrupt Miraculous holder gets a little too close to Ladybug for his liking. 

With the villain busy reeling, he whips towards his beloved where she’s frozen, startled. Then she’s moving, but not in a good way. Up close, he can see it’s much worse than he’s thought originally. She’s bruised, bloody, and beaten, and she’s tired. He can see in those beautiful blues how exhausted she is, having to transform and release over and over and over again. Over and over with no one to help her. Because he wasn’t there

She moves, and Adrien watches as Paris’ femme fatal collapses on herself, fatigued muscles finally giving out. No doubt, she’d been running on adrenaline for quite some time now, and he was her relief. The energy she had been forced to maintain drained out of her and then she was falling, but this time, he was there to catch her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats it like a mantra into her hair as he holds her to him as gently as possible, “I wasn’t even here, wasn’t here to support you, to fight with you, to protect you when you needed it most, I’m-”

“Shh, kitty, don’t apologize.”

The world around them is burning but she is calm and collected. She is a hero.

“But I have to. I wasn’t here, Ladybug, and now look at you, you’re hurt, you’re-”

She cuts him off a second time, and this time she’s smiling. Her lip is split and there’s a scratch across her cheek but she’s smiling.

“Listen to me,” her hands come up to cup his face, “This is not your fault. Okay? It’s not. There is no way you could have known, Chat Noir. I was just lucky enough to be around.”

She laughs then, rusty and mingled with a cough, but there’s love and trust and happiness in it and Adrien kind of really wants to cry. The sky is blue, the birds are singing, and there’s a final showdown taking place on the Notre Dame. Just a few miles away, civilians are enjoying the Louvre without much cause for distress. But to Chat Noir and Ladybug, their whole world is this ancient Gothic cathedral. Everything ends here. The big boss battle, as Nino would call it. Except this is real life and they don’t respawn if they die. 

“It’s going to be okay, kitty. I know what’s going to happen, what you have to do, she told me, Tikki told me. It won’t be easy, but you’re going to do it Chat Noir. Paris needs you to. I need you to. I believe in you.”

It’s fond and confusing, but then Ladybug is closing her eyes and Adrien feels the panic rising in his throat. No, no, no, not her, not her

There’s a soft glow at her feet, and Adrien watches, unable to move, as Ladybug becomes Marinette Dupain-Cheng. A small part of him is glad, glad its her, he had begun to see the signs and hoped against all hope it was her. Wonderful, clumsy, kind-hearted Marinette, with a penchant for sass, though only around his alter ego. There had been something so Ladybug about her, and as he had become closer to her as both Adrien and Chat Noir, he had become almost certain. 

Now, Chat Noir wishes it wasn’t her. Wishes it wasn’t Marinette’s body he was holding in his arms. The panic consumes him until his ear flutters, and he hears the telltale thump of her heartbeat, and relief slackens his body. His attention is taken by a weak squeaking by his ear, and he turns to see a wide-eyed, beat up looking, crimson Plagg. Marinette’s kwami. Before he can speak, she’s cutting him off. In a different situation he’d laugh at how alike both kwami and holder were. 

“There isn’t time to explain, but Marinette most likely told you something. Her body can’t take another transformation, but I have just enough energy left for one more. You need to let me into your Miraculous. I know it sounds crazy, but this is what Chat Noir and Ladybug were meant for. This is the power of the two most powerful Miraculouses.” 

It’s a lot to take in and Adrien honestly doesn’t understand, but he nods, setting his shoulders. He will avenge Marinette, and he will beat Hawk Moth. For the both of them. For the world.

He holds his ring hand out to the tired kwami, who takes a deep breath before diving head on, into his ring. For a moment, she simply disappears. Then Adrien feels it, the soft tingling and a buildup of, of something, a feeling. His suit begins to change, ebony fading to a pretty violet, golden whorls interspersed evenly. He feels his claws grow sharper, metallic gold, and gauntlets rise to encase his forearms. His baton alters as well, the ends tapering off to a point. At his hip, rests a yo-yo, similar to the one his partner is famous for. 

As the transformation completes, Adrien recognizes the emotion welling within him. Protectiveness. Ladybug is creation, Chat Noir is destruction. Together, they are protection from all evils that threaten the people they love.

Light glints off the tip of his gauntlet as Adrien Agreste storms towards the moth who flew too close to the light, eyes blazing gold.

author’s note - so while i do think it’s probably going to be mari who does the whole chat noir/ladybug combination jazz and i love that, i think it would work really well for adrien too? we’ve seen the lengths he has gone to to protect ladybug(he died for goodness’ sake) and i thought it would be interesting to write! thanks for reading :)

nick and charlie go to Disneyland Paris together the summer before Nick leaves for university and they wear mickey ears the whole time :’)

day 10: with animal ears

30 day otp challenge with Nick and Charlie (from @heartstoppercomic)

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top 15 jeff/annie scenes (as voted by my followers):

15. annie is in jeff’s heart [urban matrimony and the sandwich arts]

“Do you ever not watch me sleep?” Dean’s voice is sleep-rough and quiet, though barely piercing the dark solitude of his bedroom. He doesn’t even have to open his eyes to feel Cas lying beside him, gaze fixed on Dean’s face.

“No,” Cas whispers, and Dean inhales when he feels fingers trailing his jaw.

“We’ve talked about this.”

“I know. But yet you seem to enjoy it.”

Dean shifts to make himself more comfortable, rolling to face Cas. He finally opens his eyes, letting them adjust to the darkness. When Cas’s face comes into focus, he smiles – sleepy and sated. A smile reserved only for Cas in these quiet moments, away from the chaos of their lives. “I like knowing you’re here with me. Safe. That’s my favorite thing.”

“What is?”

Dean’s hand closes around Cas’s jaw as he shifts forward to press their foreheads together. He breathes in and lets his lips brush Cas’s before he speaks. “You being safe. I can’t think of anything better than that.”

He feels Cas smile. “I love you, too, Dean.”

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“Hymn for Cain,” by o.g.k @nathanielorion

  • Sam: Your sister and Lena dropped by the office this morning and asked me to hang out with you guys.
  • Alex: Oh great:)
  • Sam: It's so good, you know. You don't see happily married couples like Lena and Kara often these days.
  • Alex: Wait, what-
  • Sam: Ruby says they're her OTP.
OTP/OT3 Dialogue Prompt
  • Person A: Hey, do you ever stop and imagine what would be if one of us wasn't gay?
  • Person B: … uh
  • Person A: What? I know it's kind of a scary thought.
  • Person C: [Person B], so you didn't tell them?
  • Person B: No necessity so far…
  • Person A: Tell me what?
  • Person B: I'm not gay.
  • Person A: Whaaaaaaa…?
  • Person B: I'm bisexual, I mean, come on. So many women I've dated before. You should've guessed!
  • Person A: Well, at least C is as gay as a unicorn!
  • Person C: Where did you get that from? I am demisexual! Like… that doesn't describe what genders I'm attracted to but I am not gay by default!
  • Person B: Yea, stop assuming
  • Person A: Am I the only gay person in this mess?
  • Person B&C: Looks like it.
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O l i c i t y 

A r r o w  6 x 06

I hope you don’t mind that I’m here.  I mean, William said he was kind of getting sick of Raisa. And the ice cream for dinner? It was Rocky Road, so, technically, the nuts should count as protein and… - Felicity - rambling  :)

I’m so happy you’re here. - Oliver - knows how to stop the rambling. ;)

Me, too. - Felicity

Imagine S.Coups chuckling to himself while fondly looking at a sleeping Woozi, who fell asleep in his chair after staying up all night to work on some lyrics.