pish posh

rose-draconum  asked:

Ace Fred Weasley II would get one of those prank cans that when opened would create an explosion of purple and black glitter with an Ace Pride flag; he sets it off at Weasley Family Dinner to come out. Afterwards, his father is so supportive that he creates a new line of Pride gear at WWW -R

Fred II has been wanting to come out as asexual for a while now. But he wants to come out to his parent’s first, and he wants to do it in just the right way. Inspiration is slow to strike, but it’s okay. Fred’s good at waiting. He’s the kind of kid who can be the life of the party when he wants, but otherwise can go pretty unnoticed - useful for collecting all types of information that he absolutely never uses to blackmail his cousins into doing all sorts of hilarious things. Point being, Fred is patient. He wants to come out. Wants to share this with his parents. But he can wait until the time is right.

Fred really went into the muggle store on a dare. Turns out that the prank shop was a goldmine. Fred II walks out with an exploding prank can and a huge grin on his face. Dinner tonight is going to be the best. With a little creative spellwork, he transforms the green shamrocks into purple and black glitter and the snake into an ace pride flag. He’s finally ready.

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The flag hovers over the table and in the brief moment of silence - a rare occurrence indeed - Fred II wonders if this was really the best way to come out. Or maybe he should have come out to just his parents. He’d just gotten so excited and wanted to share it with everyone at once -

“I KNEW it!” Rose roars, standing triumphantly up. “Pay up, suckers!” And suddenly money is being quickly exchanged between all of his cousins.

“I don’t -” Uncle Ron is saying before Hermione cuts him off, reminding him that it’s the ace pride flag.

Uncle Harry, who’s sitting the closest to him, slaps his back in a friendly manner. “Welcome to the Club,” he says. “Charlie’s president, so we don’t meet much since he’s away all the time,” he smiles and winks. Fred rolls his eyes.

Grandma is leaning over past grandpa and reaching towards his wrist. “Oh, really, now, Fred. You know I love you,” she says before turning to Teddy to give him a pointed glare. “What exactly was wrong with just coming out? Now you’ve turned it into a competition between everyone, nearly giving me a heart attack every time someone comes out,” she admonishes. 

Teddy simply winks and gives him a thumbs up, a gesture James copies.

“Thanks, Fred!” Rose grins, stuffing her pockets full of money, clearly having taken the largest share of the pot from their cousins. “Oh, and congrats on finally coming out.”

“She means thanks for trusting us enough to come out to us,” Hugo corrects, starting a small bickering match between his sister and himself.

And then Fred is being enveloped in a ginormous hug from his father, who doesn’t bother to say anything.

Mum quirks an eyebrow at him once his dad has quit hugging him, a huge grin still on his face. “Is that all spelled? You know we’re going to talk about that later. But I’m proud of you for telling us,” she says with the barest hint of a smile.

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Two weeks after Fred II comes out, and dad drags him to the shop.

“Dad, I’ve seen the new puking pastilles. The old ones were better.”

“Pish posh,” dad says cheerily. “Besides, this is something new. Just wait here.”

Fred rolls his eyes but stands obediently where his dad asks, near the front of the shop.

“Ta-da!” dad shouts, while at the same time the shop briefly flashes purple, black, and gray, before the color goes right again. Streamers burst down from the ceiling and mini-pride-colored-fireworks go off (one in the shape of a dragon, which Fred files away to absolutely get one of those), and then several new stands pop up in the store. Fred recognizes various pride colors amongst the stands: aro, ace, bi, gay, lesbian, pan, genderqueer, trans, and nonbinary. Others he doesn’t recognize but has no doubts they’re pride-related.

Dad pops down from upstairs right next to Fred, apparating even though he only had to go down a few stairs. “Look,” he says, dragging Fred along the stands. “Candy that lets you breathe a burst of fire in the pride color you buy, some of those cool exploding cans you found that burst into pride flags, plain hats that turn the wearer into your pride colors of choice, pins to show your pride that disappear after a day, lollipops that make the person eating them spout out random messages of support and understanding, and - okay, yes, there are puking pastilles here, but they give you multi-colored pride puke. Not very useful for getting out of class but good for grossing your friends out. It’s not everything, either, just my start! I’m going to offer a permanent pride line here,” dad presents, a huge grin on his face.

Fred lets everything sink in slowly. He feels the grin slowly spreading across his face. “Oh. Dad. I have so many ideas,” he says.

~Hufflepuff Mod

anonymous asked:

Hey, I've considered HRT and stuff, but I fear that's girls wouldn't date me of I was a girl with a penis (I don't want to go through reassignment surgery). What's your experience and or advice with that?

oh pish posh! To be honest, my dating life has never been better. I’ve never been flirted with by so many girls in my life! Yeah dating cis people might become a bit more complicated but there are still so many girls out there who are willing to date trans women and see us just like any other girl, despite our genitalia. Also there are a hell of a lot of fucking adorable trans women out there who would make great girlfriends!!

like/reblog this if you are a girl who would date a trans girl!

Sacred Vows

Summary: This was written for @bionic-buckyb​‘s 5K writing challenge. I chose the prompt, “There’s no one else I’d rather have in my life than you” Thank you for allowing me to take part in this. Hope you like it.

Word Count: Kinda lengthy (sorry)

 Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: I’m a true romantic and James Buchanan Barnes deserves to love and be loved. 

Bucky wanted a simple ceremony in front of a justice of the peace. You didn’t care as long as you and he were joined in holy matrimony. Natasha Romanoff super sleuth discovered your plans and alerted the team. Tony scoffed at the thought of a “shot gun wedding.” “You’re getting married on my private island. Pepper will handle the wedding details and the rest of us are your wing men and women.” Tony rubbed his hands together with a gleam in his eyes. You could see the cogs turning in his head!!

“But Tony, Bucky and I don’t want anything over the top,” Y/N pleaded, trying to keep up with his long strides. “Uh, sorry future Mrs. Frost Bite, did you say something?” Bucky slapped his forehead and sighed heavily, finally relenting, “okay Stark. Our wedding is in your hands.”

A chorus of “yay” and thunderous applause erupted in the common room. Pepper sprang into action contacting the necessary shops. While on the phone with the decorator, she removed the phone from her ear, “YN? What are your colors?” Honestly, you and Bucky never discussed colors. “We don’t have a color preference.” “Pish posh. Let me see. What about cobalt blue, grey and white?” “Okay, let’s see the colors together.” Hanging up from the decorators she pulled up the colors on her tablet and showed them to Bucky and his fiancé.

“What do you think, babe?” Bucky looked in amazement. “I really like the colors. What do you think, Doll?” “I say YES.” Wanda and Nat found a quaint little bridal shop in Manhattan, Le Chic. The bridal party arrived via white stretch limo.

“Ladies, your chariot awaits.” YN, Wanda, Nat and Dr. Cho gasped. “Really Tony? A limo?” “Yep future Mrs. Frozensicle. Go big or go home.” The ladies looked at each other and made their way to the white stretch limo. Pepper knew Tony had a soft spot for YN and wanted to make her special day one they’ll never forget.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do ome where you and Harry go to Annes (not for the first time) you dont have any kids not married just engaged amd have a nice family dinner there

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You had become so excited to make your announcement. You couldn’t wait to tell these people that you wanted to make them apart of your family, and you hoped they would accept you into theirs. They were just such lovely people and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be able to say that they were going to be legally your in-laws. You had the inkling that Harry wasn’t as eager to do so, though. Whenever an opportunity came up to segue into your announcement, he would quickly change the topic. You were starting to get offended. You felt as though Harry thought he was making a mistake, and was taking his sweet time to decide whether or not to put his family through another messy breakup. You wanted to say something but the two of you were almost never alone when you were with Harry’s family. And, to be honest, you would usually not have it any other way. You loved spending time with Harry’s family, but you wanted nothing more to ask Harry what was going on, in private.

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anonymous asked:

Maybe a fic where widowmaker is a popular cheerleader and tracer is a band geek, and WM doesn't realize she's gay for tracer quite yet. Would love it too if tracer already has her time powers and uses them a lot to cause trouble.

Words: 5400

Songs used: I can’t help falling in love by Elvis Presley. Love is strange by Mickey and Sylvia and Girls/Girls/Boys by Panic! at the disco.

‘Their she is’ Lena sighed dreamily as she watched the field. What was she watching exactly?  The purple haired goddess that was Amelie Lacroix. The most popular girl in all of overwatch high.  Lena had had a crush on her ever since she had laid eyes on her, but in all honesty, Lena knew she didn’t have a chance. Amelie was a goddess that had every guy at her feet, and Lena was a time-warping, unpopular, trouble-making band freak. She could fantasize though.  

“Hey oxton, these are closed practices. What do you think you’re doing here?” Lena snapped out of dream land and glanced over to her side. There stood the football coach. Knowing she was in deep trouble, she quickly stood up.

“Well, as you can see I was just leaving~” She grabbed her case and turned heel, blinking across the bleachers, a blue streak folllowing her path.

“OXTON!”  She recalled, appearing in front of the coach. He was startled by her sudden appearance, and was currently fuming at the brit’s actions.

 "What do you need, love?“ Lena giggled, trying to infuriate the coach.

“Well for one, what are you doing at a closed practice? And second, you are not allowed to use-”  He was interrupted by a sudden kick to his knees, causing him to fall.

“What, not allowed to use time to my advantage~” Lena quickly ran, knowing she was in even more trouble than before. But it was worth it,  considering the fact that being a trouble maker was easier than trying to explain herself. Especially to him. He would never understand.

  Amelie was honestly bored out of her mind. Their was no point to practicing, since she had gotten the formation down. But, one thing caught her eye. The brown-haired Brit herself, Lena Oxton. She wasn’t quite sure why she was here, but it didn’t really bother her. In all honesty, Amelie could care less. After all, she was just another annoyance at this god forsaken school. Amelie continued with practice as normal, until something distracted her. It was Lena, but she was stirring up trouble with the coach. That was a one way street to detention. Amelie watched, intrigued by what was going on. She continued to observe, chuckling at Lena’s actions. She felt worried, not wanting Lena to get in trouble. Wait? Why did she care all of a sudden?

Lena warped around another corner, finally loosing coach. He was fast, but not fast enough. She sighed, tired for the sudden exertion of energy. She looked at her watch, seeing that class was about to start. Lena groaned, not wanting sit through another day of boring class. Then again, she did get to see Amelie, and that was a plus. Lena quickly realized she had forgotten her bag, mentally cursing as she snuck back to the football field. She already knew she was probably banned now, so she had to be careful. She thought she was in the clear, so she began to make a mad dash towards were she had sat. However, in this mad dash to her spot, she smashed into someone. Both Lena and the person she had knocked into fell onto the ground. Lena quickly stood up and dusted herself off.

“S-sorry love. I’m in a ru-” her eyes widened. ‘Oh no.’ She thought.  "O-oh I- I s-s-so-r-ry I- um hahhahaha.“ Lena nervously laughed, mentally screaming. The person she ran into (literally and figuratively) was Amelie. She stuck her hand out, only to get a cold glare in return. Amelie pushed herself off of the ground, and picked up…. Lena’s bag?

“Here.” Amelie muttered, shoving the bag in Lena’s arms. “You forgot it in your mad dash away from the coach.”

“Oh-oh w-wow l-love t-thank -y-you.” Lena stuttered. Amelie rolled her eyes and pushed past Lena. She stood in awe, surprised about what had just happened. Amelie had saw her? Lena shoved the thought aside, realizing she had been wasting time standing around. She hastily dashed across the campus, not wanting to be late for class. One thing still bugged her though. Why had Amelie gotten her bag for her? Lena didn’t think Amelie even knew she existed a few minutes ago.  

Amelie pushed past Lena, quickening her pace. Her face was completely red, and Amelie didn’t know why. She had never been this flustered, even when random guys would come up to her and practically propose in the middle of the hallway. So why? Why did Lena make her feel this way? She stopped and shook her head, trying to regain focus. ‘Just ignore it. You are just flustered from practice!…..  Maybe….’ Amelie thought. She shoved the thought aside and continued to walk towards the entrance of the school.  Amelie tried to distract herself from the nagging question in the back of her mind, but to no avail. She stopped and sat under a tree, struggling to recollect her thoughts. She couldn’t possibly be…. be gay, could she? No, no, that’s not possible, she was with Gerard. But if she was, then it would explain a lot…. “No!” Amelie clutched her bag and looked at the sky. ‘It… No I…’ Amelie stood up, not wanting to stew in her thoughts. She trudged up the steps of Overwatch High, just wanting to get the day over with.

It had been a few days since the encounter with Amelie, and it was the only thing she had thought about. That calculus test she had to pass? Who cares! That essay that was due for English! Pish Posh! The biology lab that was worth 50% of her grade! No matter! The Amelie Lacroix noticed her, even to the point of getting her bag for her! It was all she had been talking about, too. Lena first told Lucio, then Hana. She also mentioned it to her grandma, who was super happy for her.  Lena had been on cloud nine all week, nothing could bring her mood down.  Except when she saw him.  Gabriel Reyes, the head of the football team and playboy of the school. Their he was, pushing an upset looking Emily against a locker.

“Come on, she doesn’t have to know~” Gabriel pushed himself closer to her.

 "No-no, I-I-“ Emily tried to push him off of her, but to no avail.

 Lena was infuriated.  Even if Emily was her ex, she wasn’t about to let her be violated. Especially by that asshole.

“HEY!” Lena screamed,  running towards the two. She shoved Gabriel off of Emily, embracing her in her arms. “Get away from her.” Lena growled. Emily looked at her with grateful eyes, nearly crying from fear.

“Peh, this doesn’t concern you Oxton.” Gabriel tried to pull Emily away from Lena, only causing Lena’s grip to tighten.

“Get away creep!” Lena punched him in the face, picking Emily up in the process. She began to blink away, unaware of the jealous eyes that followed.

Amelie had been thinking about Lena, trying to figure out why she made her so flustered. It had bothered her so much, and people were beginning to take notice to her unusual distracted nature.

“Hey miha, is something bothering you?” A curious Sombra asked while twirling a fry around. Amelie didn’t respond; still staring into space. “Uh miha?” Sombra poked her with a fry, finally getting her attention. “Finally, it looked like you were about to float off into space with all the day dreaming you were doing. So, whats up?” Amelie looked at her for a moment before replying.

“Nothing.” She stated coldly as she went back to staring at the hallway. Sombra glanced over to were Amelie was staring, not seeing anything of interest. “I’m going to go get a drink.” Amelie stood up from the lunch table, receiving several odd looks.

“What you have a drink right-! Here?” Sombra watched as Amelie walked off, not sure what was going on. “That was weird.” Sombra shrugged and ate the rest of her fries.

Amelie walked down the hallway, spotting Gabriel and Emily. 'That’s odd… I figured he’d be with Jack.’ Amelie was going to talk to Gabe until she noticed Lena rushing towards the pair. She quickly hid behind a trash can, really not wanting to be spotted by the hyperactive brit. Amelie peeked over the trash can, watching Lena confront Gabriel.  Her eyes widened in shock when she pulled Emily away from Gabriel and punched him. Lena seemed so… Protective of Emily. She felt jealousy fill with in her, oh how she wished to be held and protected by Lena like that. What happened next sent her into a jealous rage. Emily pecked Lena’s cheek. PECKED LENA’S CHEEK! Amelie stood up and ran to the closest bathroom, rage radiating off of her. She stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.  Were they dating? Did Emily like Lena? Did Lena like Emily? Amelie felt awful. She closed her eyes in sadness, then quickly opened them.  "Wait… Why do I care?“ Amelie looked at herself in the mirror. "After all… People who are gay are… Bad people, right?” Amelie placed her hand against the mirror. She thought of her father, thinking of all the homophobic things he had said. How he…. Disowned her own brother for being gay. “I couldn’t be…. No, its no possible.  I’m not gay… I’m with Gerard after all! Right?” Amelie sighed as she pulled her phone out. She saw that Sombra had texted her, asking her what was wrong, and that lunch was over. Amelie ignored the texts and slipped the phone back in her pocket. She took one last look in the mirror before leaving. “I can’ t be gay, right?”

It had been a few weeks since the encounter with Lena, and Amelie was going insane. Questions kept circling inside her mind, doubting herself and who she loved.  She was trying to come to terms with how she felt, but she couldn’t. 'I can’t like another girl… right?’ This was the most common question she thought. It plagued her, this feeling of uncertainty. She could feel herself going mental, and people were beginning to take notice.

“Hey Amelie, is something going on? You seem very distracted lately.” Ms. Amari asked. Amelie looked down, not sure how to respond. Ms. Amari took notice to this, placing a firm but gentle hand on her shoulder. “Going through some boy troubles~?” Ms. Amari teased. She took notice to Amelie’s slight grimace when she said this, realization hitting her like a ton of bricks. “Ahh, I see. So, you are like my dearest Fareeha, are you not?” Ms. Amari walked around her desk and hugged Amelie. “You are gay, aren’t you?” Amelie’s eyes widened in shock.

“W-what?! How could you accuse me of something so, so-!”

“True? Look Amelie, I have been through this with Fareeha. The feeling of uncertainty. Doubting how you truly feel. Just remember, darling, that you’re heart will decide. And that the heart is never wrong.” Ms. Amari patted the girls head. “Now, you best be on your way. Here’s a pass. Don’t be late to your next class! Ms. Amari left with that, and watching as Amelie looked uncertain of herself.

'The heart will decide?’ Amelie thought. 'Yes but… Will my heart win this grueling battle with my mind?’ Amelie shook her head and walked outside of the classroom, noticing their were still quite a few students in the halls. 'I better hurry.’ Amelie thought. Then she was stopped by someone. 'Great I jinxed myself.’

"Ah, Ms. Lacroix, I eh, haf ta ask ya something.” Amelie was shocked. McCree? Why the hell was McCree talking to her?

“What do you want?” Her voice dripped with venom. Amelie wanted to get this disturbance done and over with. And she didn’t want to attract any attention.

“I… I would be honored if you would go on a date with me.” McCree bent down on one knee and held up a box of chocolates. Now I everyone in the hallway was watching, much to her dismay.

“Oh  mon dieu.” She muttered. She looked around, seeing everyone was watching with curious eyes. McCree was looking up at her, hope in his eyes. “No….” she stated. “But I will take the chocolates.” She snatched the chocolates out of his hands and sauntered off. 'Ugh, can’t I walk in these hallways without being stopped?’ She growled. In her blind annoyance Amelie slammed into someone. “How about you watch were you are going?” Amelie opened her eyes,and again to her dismay, their was the hyper-active Brit herself.

“Hehe. Ever get that feeling of de ja vu?” Lena said as she pulled Amelie off the ground. Amelie felt her face flush; and she looked to the side to try to cover it up. (To no avail.) “Hey love, are you okay? You face is all red.” Lena placed her hand on Amelie’s forehead. Amelie swatted her hand away, feeling her face turn into a cherry.

“I am fine, cherie.” Amelie sputtered out. 'oh why do you make me feel the way?’ Amelie stared at the chocolates that McCree had given her. She didn’t want them. So…. she couldn’t let them go to waste, right? “Here, take these.” She shoved the chocolates in her arms. 'Oh no why did I do that?!’ Amelie thought. She watched as Lena’s smile grew, and her face was probably as red as Santa’s arse by now.

“Aww wow! Thanks love!” Lena smiled. Amelie was staring at her, and she wasn’t sure how to respond. Suddenly, Amelie turned around and ran. “Uh Amelie! Your next class is this way!” Lena yelled. She watched as Amelie ignored her and rounded the corner. She stood unsure of what to do. Lena looked down at the chocolate she in her hands, nearly exploding from excitement. She quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket and smashed the keys.

“Hey dude what’s up?”

“You’re not going to believe me, but AMELIE JUST GAVE ME CHOCOLATES!” Lena danced around, unaware of the curious eyes that watched her.

“Aww  no way! That’s awesome Lena!”

“Yeah, I can t beleive it!” Lena smiled happily. The last couple of weeks had been the best of Lena’s life.

“Hey uh, aren’t you supposed to be in class?” Lena broke out of her day dream seeing Ms. Amari.

“Uh heh well um….” 'crap’ Lena thought. Her eyes darted around, trying to find a place to blink too. Unfortunately, she had found herself in a Bermuda Triangle.

“Well?” Ms. Amari sauntered over to her. Ana glanced own at the chocolates, raising an eyebrow. “Where did you get those?” She asked.

“Fr-from Amelie.” Lena replied shyly, crimson dusting her cheeks. “I-Its why I’m late to class.”

Dread began to fill Ms. Amari.  'Oh no!’ She groaned. “Of all of the girls she could have fell in love with….” Ms. Amari muttered.

“What was that love?” Lena asked.

“I-Its nothing. Just get to class.” She face palmed. This was either going to end horribly or happily. She was hoping for the latter.

Amelie quickly pushed past Lena, trying to get rid of the increasing embarrassment she was feeling. 'Why did I do that!?’ Amelie screamed at herself. 'Now she thinks I’m weird or creepy or somethig!’ Amelie felt very stupid at the moment; she wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Amelie shook her head. 'No. No I don’t care if she thinks I’m weird or creepy or whatever. Her opinion doesn’t matter. Her opinion doesn’t matter.’ At this point, Amelie could not tell if she was lying to herself or not. She just wanted these weird feelings to go away. 'Ok.’ Amelie thought; trying to regain her composure. 'Just focus on school and cheerleading. That’s all that matters.’ Amelie continued to walk, not realizing she was going in the opposite way of her next class. 'Alright, so I need to get to biology.’ Amelie looked around, relizing she was not anywhere near the biology room. 'Oh my god.’ Amelie wanted to smack herself. She ran in he opposite direction. 'Ugh!’ Amelie was now more embarrassed than before. (If that was even possible.) Amelie quickly glimpsed around corners, making sure no late straddlers or teachers remained in the hall. Seeing no one, she quickly sprinted across the school, trying to make it to the front of the school undetected. Amelie wanted to calm down, and stewing in a hot science room was not what she wanted to do. Luckily, she made it out of the school without much fuss, but she knew Sombra was going to ask even more questions. Amelie sighed, knowing her dad was going to kill her for skipping class. But hey, she had this pass. She could say she was uh, doing an errand of some sort. Amelie walked, trying to find somewhere that was quiet. She decided to go to the Football field, thinking that no one else would be there; since p.e. was in the afternoon. She crosse the courtyard, making her way to the bleachers. She forgot how quiet it was when class was in session. Amelie sighed, knowing that if she was caught, even with the pass, she would probably get in trouble. But at the moment, she didn’t really care.  Well, that was until it started to rain. 'Great. When I said cool down this was not what I meant.’  Amelie grumbled, quickening her pace to the bleachers. Fortunately she made it to cover before it started to pour. She closed her eyes, glad to be alone. Or so she thought.

“Heh, fancy I’d find you here love!”

Amelie opened her eyes, startled by the unexpected voice. She looked around, seeing no one. 'Oh now I’m going crazy!?’

“Uh love, over here.”  Amelie’s eyes darted towards the voice, seeing no one again. 'Oh my god!’ Amelie sighed, exasperated.  'I really am going crazy.’ Amelie sat down. “Amelie. Over. Here.” Amelie’s eyes darted over to were the voice came from, finally seeing someone. Lena. “Heh, you finally found me. Took you long enough.” Lena smiled and sat down by Amelie. “So what are you doing out here?” Lena asked.

“I could ask the same thing to you.” Amelie retorted, crossing her arms. At the moment, she wasn’t really looking for any social interaction.

“I always skip this class period.” Lena stared off into the distance with solemn eyes. “The teacher hates me.” She looked sad, and Amelie couldn’t handle her looking so upset.

“Why?” Amelie asked. 'How could someone hate Lena?’ She thought.

“I’m gay.” Lena responded nonchalantly.

“W-what does that have to do with anything?” Amelie was out off by her response.

“He hates me because I’m gay.” Lena clarified. “He’s a bigot.” She sighed. “It’s sad that even now, people can’t accept the fact the gay people exist.” Amelie was shocked. That’s why he hated Lena? Because she was gay? Lena turned to look at Amelie, seeing her discomfort. “I said something wrong?”

“H-huh?” Amelie said. “W-well it’s just that… Um.”

“Do you think it’s justified that he hate me?”

“H-huh, n-no! W-well I mean.. Lena sighed sadly.

"Don’t worry, I’m used to it. It happens a lot when I tell people who don’t already know.” Lena sighed. She stood up, not wanting to be in his awkward situation anymore.

“W-wait n-no that’s not it!” Amelie stood up, trying to explain what she was feeling. Lena wasn’t having any of it though.

“It’s fine. I understand.” Lena turned and gave a sad smile. “Besides, how could someone as beautiful as you ever love someone like me?” Lena turned, her body turning blue. Amelie stood, shocked, unsure of what to do. She watched as Lena turned to dust, fading with time.

“L-Lena?” Amelie croaked. 'What the hell is going on?’ Amelie thought. She wanted to cry, or better yet disappear at the moment. Of course, luck had not be on her side all day, and her phone just had to ring. She ripped it out of her pocket, glaring at the caller I.d. Her face softened when she realized it was Gerard. 'I’d better answer.’ Amelie thought. She hadn’t talked to him al, week, and her might get suspicious. “H-hey Gerard.” She said softly.

“Hey, that’s unlike you. Not yelling at me for calling you during class.” Gerard teased. Amelie huffed. Normally she’d giggle at his teasing, but at the moment, she did not want to talk to him. “Hey is something up? Are you outside? It sounds like it’s raining.” Gerard asked worriedly. Amelie didn’t answer, trying to decipher how she was feeling. “Hey babe, are you sure use you are okay?” Amelie sighed. She knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere if she didn’t respond.

“I’m fine, and yes I’m outside, and yes it’s raining.” Amelie closed her eyes. Maybe if she tried hard enough, she would become some heartless blue lady that no one recognized.

“What are you doing outside? You’ll catch a cold.” Classic Gerard. Always such a worry wort.

“Look Gerad, I love you, but I’m an adult, I can take care of myself.” And with that she ended the call. He would call back later anyway. She looked out onto the field, watching the rain pour down. The field was soaked, which would suck since she had to cheer tomorrow. 'Lena… Why do you do this to me?’ She thought.

“Lena dear, time to wake yo for school~ big night tonight!” Lena groggily sat up, rubbing her eyes. She ran her hand through her messy be head, sighing in tiredness.

“Its morning already?” Lena asked, slowly standing up and stretching.

“Yep! I made your favorite! Sausage, bacon, eggs, and some pancakes! Tea is on the kettle.”

“Thanks gram gram!” Lena pecked her grandmas cheek as she pulled on some slippers. The old woman smiled. Lena was just like her father. Lena quickly ran into the kitchen, petting her dog on the way. Just as promised, Lena’s favorite was sat out onto the breakfast counter. She inhaled the smells, sighing with pleasure. Lena grabbed the tea kettle, pouring a mug for herself and her grandma.

“Thanks darling.” Her grandma took a seat across from Lena, watching as she hungrily devoured her food. “Good?” She chuckled. Lena stopped eating and grinned.

“As good as always gram!” Lena continued to dig in, the tastes dancing on her tongue.

“So, are you nervous?” Grandma asked, taking a long sip from her tea. Lena shook her head.

“Not at all. It’s just another solo!” Lena smiled.

“Well, won’t you be dedicating one song to Amelie? That’s big dear.” Lena slowly stopped eating, placing her fork down.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t  think I’m going to anymore.” Lena looked down, eyes filling with tears. She took notice to this, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Aww dear, why not? You were so confident!”

“Well…. I feel like… I have no choice…. She’s straight and has a boyfriend… I t-think…. Um… I just don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“Well, I think you should go for it.” Lena looked up at her grandma, sadness evident in her face.

“What’s the point? I’m just going to make a fool of myself.” Grandma thought for a moment.

“Well, you don’t have to outright say it’s for her. If it was meant to be, she’ll know.” Grandma continued to sip her tea, hoping she would understand what she meant.

“What? Gram, it’s not like she has infra sight on my thoughts.”

“That’s not how infra sight works dear, but that’s besides the point. The heart will know. And that’s all that matters.” Grandma placed her hand on Lena’s cheek, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen.  "You’re a beautiful and strong girl. If she doesn’t like you back, then that’s her loss.“ Lena smiled at her grandma. 'Maybe she’s right.’

"How do you always know what to say grandma.” Lena smiled.

“A perk of old age. Now, get dressed! You’re not going to get the girl of your dreams by looking like a slop!” Lena giggled, putting her dishes in the sink.

“Ok gram.” Lena giggled, feeling her confidence and spirit rise.

'Such a kind girl. I hope everything works out in the end.’ “By gram!” Lena called, exiting through the front door.

“Wait!” Grandma called out to her, giving her a small pendant. “Can’t have you getting trapped in time, can we?” Lena smiled, putting the pendant in a string.

“Thanks.” Lena pecked her grandmas cheek.

“Now go! Ana will have my head if your late again.”

“Hehe, true. I’ll see you at the game later.” Grandma watched as Lena ran down the sidewalk, hurriedly making her way to school. 'Such a bright happy girl. A bit of an air head, but a sweet one at that. Just like her father.’ Grandma sighed. 'I hope she doesn’t end up like her father.’

School had past relatively quickly, and Lena was terrified. She liked to say she wasn’t, considering the fact she had done it a million times already, but still, singing and playing in front of her peers was nerve wracking. Well, to any sane person that is. Lena slowly trudged towards the stadium, her ukulele case strung over her shoulder. She looked ahead, scared to step out onto the field. She scanned the field, only stopping when she saw her. Amelie. God how she looked beautiful on the field. So flawless, so angelic, so… Unattainable. Lena sighed, knowing that Amelie could never love her back, no matter what she dreamed. Lena watched as Amelie performed perfectly, every twist and jump she took was imaculate, and the way that cheer uniform hugged her curves in all the right places just drove Lena crazy. She mentally smacked herself. 'No. It’s not time to focus on Amelie. No matter how angelic she is, I need to foucus on my solos. I can’t let my band down.’ Lena was shook out of her thoughts when she heard the announcer say her name.

“Give it up for Overwatch’s cheer sqaud! Next up, Lena Oxton! She will be singing and playing server all songs for us tonight!”  Lena closed her eyes, excited but nervous of hell. She slowly stepped out onto the field, the bright flouresanf lights glaring in her vision. She heard cheers, a smile appearing onto her face. Lena looked around as she entered the center of the field, pulling her ukulele out of her case. She adjusted the microphone to her height, tapping it a few times.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” Lena asked. Cheers erupted from the crowd, especially from the band. “That’s good to hear!” Lena shouted. More cheers. “And, I just wanted to say this before I started. This solo goes out to someone in the audience. Someone very special to me… I won’t say who you are, because I know you will know who you are.” Lena made some, last minute tune ups, making sure everything was in order. She cleared her throat, looking out into the crowd, her eyes landing on Amelie. She smiled, deciding to look at her for her solo. Lena exhaled, bracing for her song.

“Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can’t help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand,

Take my whole life, too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand,

Take my whole life, too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

For I can’t help falling in love with you” Lena continued to strum her ukulele, getting into a more upbeat tone.

“Love

Love is strange

Lot of people

Take it for a game

Once you get it

You never want to quit, no no

After you’ve had it

You’re in an awful fix!”

“Cause love is not a choice!” Lena again changed the pace and tone of her ukulele, getting ready to finish this part of her mash-up.

“Cause, Girls love girls and boys

Girls love girls and boys

Girls love girls and boys

Girls love girls and boys

And never did I think that I!

Would be caught in the way you got me

But girls love girls and boys

And love is not a choice.” Lena slowly ended her ukulele strumming, her eyes never leaving Amelie’s. She sighed and smiled as a way of showing that she was done. The audience cheered, Lena grabbed the mic and laughed. “And to think I was nervous!” Cheers erupted again, asking for encores before the game started. Lena’s grin widened, excited to continue her solo. “Don’t worry, I still have more were that came from!”

.

.

.

Amelie watched as Lena sang, shell shocked by the performance. The way Lena hit the notes without fail, the almost effortless way she played her ukulele, the way she was lost in the music. The way her eyes never left Amelie. She couldn’t breathe, and everything around her was in slow motion. 'Lena looks so beautiful… so…’ Amelie stopped. She said the song went out to someone special…. Could that person be… Me? Amelie stood from her seat, knowing how she felt. 'The heart will know.’ You were right Ms.Amari.’ Amelie thought as she squeezed past through the crowd of students. 'I do love Lena. And you know what? Who cares what anyone else thinks. I love her. I love Lena.’ Amelie’s slow walk had turned into a jog, her jog turing into a run. 'I’m going to tell her how I feel.’ Amelie rounded the corner, hoping that Lena had finished. Wishful thinking she knew, but she could wait for her. She saw someone’s standing by the exit, but it wasn’t the person she was hoping to see. It was Gerard.

“Oh their you are Amelie! I was looking for you!” Gerard smiled at her, holding his arms out to her. Amelie walked up to Gerard, accepting his embrace.

“Gerard I…. I have something to tell you.” Amelie whispered in his ear.

“What is it love?” He asked.

“I…. I’m in love with a girl.” Gerard eyes widened in shock, then slowly morphed into understanding.

“I know.”

“W-what?” Amelie asked. How could he have possibly known?

“Amelie, we’ve been friends since well, forever. I could tell. I was just waiting for you to realize.” Amelie was shocked.

“G-Gerard.”

“I love you Amelie, never forget that. If you need me, I, at your beck and call. I’ll be your friend u till the end. But for now, go after her girl! You deserve to be happy.” Amelie smiled at her boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend.

“Thank you for everything Gerard.” Amelie pecked his cheek and ran off. 'I have to find Lena. Before it’s  to late.’ Amelie made her way to were the band kids were hanging out, not finding Lena anywhere.

“Well, what brings Amelie here?” Amelie turned around to see Lucio, sunrises by his presence.

“I-I’m looking for Lena. Do you know where she is?” Amelie asked. Lucio pointed towards a large tree.

“She likes to hang out their after she plays.” Amelie thanked Lucio and quickly headed over to the tree, seeing the bruntette was u see the tree humming a peaceful tune. Amelie shyly walked up to Lena, sitting on the opposite side of the tree. She listened to her hum, getting lost in the melody. It reminded her of the songs her mother once sang to her to lul her to sleep.

“So love, what brings you here?” Amelie quickly opened her eyes, greeted by a smiling Brit. Amelie blushed, and fiddled with her skirt.

“I-I…  je t'aime, Lena.” Amelie pulled Lena into an embrace. She could feel Lena smile into her neck.

“je t'aime assu, Amelie.”

Translations: je t'aime: I love you je t'aime assu: I love you as well

Hoooooly fuck finally done

This is really unedited so sorry for any mistakes

So sorry this took so long I hope this was what you wanted! Requests are open!

Pluto, Out ❤️❤️❤️

Edit: I forgot the bonus lol

Bonus:

“Here’s your payment McCree.” Sombra handed McCree a stack of money. “Go buy Hanzo some more chocolates.” “Also, Gabe, Emily, here’s yours.”

“I still can’t beleive your plan worked.” The three said in unison.

“Well, don’t they always?”

One day, one rhyme- Day 1180

“There are no unimportant meals.
Ere you fly off, head over heels,
Before you make a right good fuss
Have a listen, the facts are thus:
Each meals an opportunity
To taste a great delicacy
And if you choose not to partake
In quaint tea or dessertly cake;
If you choose the hors d'oeuvres to skip;
To pass on cookies of choc-chip;
To ignore boiled or scrambled eggs;
To turn your nose up at frogs legs;
To pish and posh at sandwich plates;
To shoo the nuts and wave off dates;
Decry the good ol’ barbecue
As something only ‘others’ do;
Shake off the stews, poohpooh hot pots;
Damn the loaves and rolls shaped like knots;
Shun the soup, disparage the cheese;
If you do any of these, please
March back out that door on your feet!”:
Jim’s Nan, when told what he won’t eat.

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100% serious fanmix dedicated to thranduil & the mirkwood clique otherwise known as the soundtrack to tolkien spinning in his grave

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OH MY GODS

So originally I had pre-ordered a regular copy of Fire Emblem Echoes since I missed the limited edition pre-order, but, unbeknownst to me, someone canceled their order at EB Games and since my mom knows the employees and they know that I like Fire Emblem, they offered to save it for me if it came in (they weren’t sure if it would still be sent). Obviously it did come in and that’s how I ended up being surprised with an early birthday present!! Thanks Mom!!

Without You (Steve Rogers Imagine - Short One Shot)

Hey guys! So this is my first attempt at a Steve Rogers imagine. I kind of found myself playing with an idea and wanted to try it out.

Just as an FYI, this is a bit all over the place. I was really impatient and wanted to try out a bunch of different things at the same time because I have no restraint. Lol.

I wanted to make it longer… but I kind of liked how it ended… hehe. I think later on I’m going to play with more Steve stuff!

I had fun writing it and I hope you’ll have fun reading it!

“Sweet heart, please come! I promise it’ll lift your spirits,” Peggy called from the bathroom to where you sat in the living room. You’d taken it upon yourself to fling your exhausted body onto the heavenly velvet sofa after a long day at the telecenter, and currently had no prospect of ever leaving it. It was exhausting staring at all those small metallic holes, the long rubber wires, the thousands of numbers and cities and states, oh! Whoever’d thought up the process was a real pill.

“Language!”

“What? Hey at least I didn’t say-“ he covered your mouth, pressing you against his chest.

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Fire Emblem Heroes is killing me. I spent pretty much all my orbs yesterday and then today they release a banner WITH AZURA. THE ONE CHARACTER I WANT AND I DON’T HAVE YET. I caved and spent money on orbs but all I got was another Hector. I did get Kagero though which was nice. I still have 15 orbs left though but I’m terrified about spending them and ending up disappointed. I’m a mess right now

kaguyaice  asked:

do you think shiro and keither do couples yoga, and sometimes the kids want to join in doing yoga too??

[The Voltron Family] Shiro and Keith usually attend couples yoga twice a month, and Allura would babysit the kids. It’s usually one of Keith and Shiro’s alone time to relax and be free from responsibilities.

So while they were at their session… they were at the back btw, they heard some commotion outside of the studio. Suddenly, Lance’s head peeked inside the door…

Lance: *looks around* *squints* 
Keith: *eyes widens* *whispers to himself* Oh my god.
Lance: *turns to someone behind him* *says out loud* They’re not here, Pidge! Auntie Allura lied to us!
Pidge: *voice can only be heard* But Auntie Allura said they’re here.
Hunk: *worried voice but still really loud* What if they got daddynapped!
Lance: *does the pish-posh gesture* Don’t be dumb, Hunk! Daddy Shiro can snap someone’s arm with just one swing.
Shiro: *sweats nervously* *looks at Keith*
Pidge: And Daddy Keith can punch someone’s teeth out like no big deal. Part of the yakuza remember? Bet he can kill someone by just looking at them.
Lance: I wouldn’t even doubt it.
Keith: *sweats nervously* *looks around*

The people in the room are all confused and shocked at the conversation they were hearing from the kids talking out loud outside their studio. Finally the yoga instructor stood up and approached the kids outside.

Instructor: Hi, kids. Where are your parents?
Hunk: *turns around* We’re looking for them. Have you seen them?
Instructor: *smiles weakly* Where did you see them last?
Pidge: Auntie Allura said they went to yoga so she drove us here. She’s on her way up here actually. She’s a bit slow cause she said she’s very stressed with the stuff happening at the hospital. Not that I blame her or anything, even Daddy Shiro is always stressed but Daddy Keith would always kiss his worries away so it’s all good. Dunno if Auntie Allura has someone like Daddy Keith though I’m sure Daddy Keith would be okay to kiss her worries goodbye, too.
Instructor: *eyes widens at the over sharing*
Pidge: *steps inside the studio* Are they in here? *turns to Lance* I don’t trust Lance.
Lance: Hey!!! *steps inside with Pidge and Hunk joins them too*
Instructor: What are your parents’ names? They might be in my class.
Hunk: Daddy Keith and Daddy Shiro. 
Instructor: *raises an eyebrow*

At the back Keith nudged Shiro to do something. 

Shiro: *stands up* S-Sorry. They’re our kids.
Lance: *eyes widens* *sees his daddies* *runs quickly* *glomps at Shiro* I’ve missed you soooooo much. *nuzzles*
Other people in the room: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww <3 *coos*
Pidge and Hunk: *runs to Keith* *hugs him* 
Keith: *hugs back* Hey, what are you all doing here? 
Pidge: Hunk said he missed you. 
Hunk: *blushes* But you said you miss them, too, Pidge!
Pidge: Well, yeah. But you said it first.
Instructor: *clears her throat* 
Shiro: Oh right. Um, why don’t you kids stay at the back while continue with class, yeah?

So the kids stayed at the back but they got bored waiting for them. Allura left already so instead they started copying what their daddies were doing. The whole class found them so adorable so in the next sessions, Lance, Hunk and Pidge joined their daddies all in their yoga outfits. They were beside them of course. The others loved them because suddenly the class were full of childish giggles cause Lance couldn’t do this and that so Daddy Shiro had to help him a lot of times and it tickles him every time. 

So after their first session with the kids… someone approached Keith.

Person #1: So is it really true? That you’re part of the yakuza?
Keith: *sweats nervously* W-what? Where did you get that idea?
Person #2: So you and Shiro are actually married? I thought you guys were brothers. *laughs*
Shiro: *from somewhere in the room* ONCE AGAIN, KEITH AND I ARE NOT BROTHERRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. WE KISS EACH OTHER ALL THE TIME! AND CUDDLE IN BED!!!!!!
Keith: *shakes his head in amusement* Forgive my husband.
Person #1: You have such adorable kids. Adopted?
Keith: *smiles quietly* Yeah, they’re the best thing that has ever happened to us actually. 
Lance: *quietly sneaks in* *raises eyebrows up and down* Come again, Daddy Keith? We’re what? The Best Children In The World?
Keith: *rolls his eyes* *grabs his hand* We’re heading back to the car now.
Lance: *giggles* I was thinking, can I do ballet? I feel like I can pull it off.
Keith: *walks towards Shiro who’s holding Hunk and Pidge* Yes, you can, Lance. *turns to him* When do you want to start?
Lance: *beams* *excited* *squeezes Keith’s hand* Can Hunk and Pidge join too? It would be amazing!!

Christmas Prompt #4 – Isaac Lahey

Requested by @lildoog

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader
Word count: 353
Warnings: Drunk reader.

1. “Is that a mistletoe?”
11. “You can’t put alcohol in hot chocolate!”

The pack had decide to enter the Christmas-fair in town and you felt yourself freezing while pacing around the market stalls. Isaac was on his way with some hot chocolate for you. 

He held the cup in front of you as he pour liquor from a tiny bottle into it. ”You can’t put alcohol in hot chocolate!” you exclaim as you grab the tiny bottle of liquor from Isaac’s hands. He smirks smugly while taking it back to screw on the cap. ”Pish, posh Y/N. It will only get you a little warmer than usual.” Isaac snorts and hands you the cup.

You look suspiciously down at the drink, not knowing if you wanted to drink Isaac’s witch-brew. You wrinkle your nose before taking a zip. Unfortunately, the drink ended up tasting chocolaty-delicious and soon you felt yourself getting warm, cosy and a tad tipsy.

Lydia had dragged you around all the different market stalls and your intoxicated mind thought it would be hilarious to buy a Christmas-decoration for Isaac. You smilingly run towards Isaac with a new-bought mistletoe dangling from your hand.

”Is that a mistletoe?” Isaac ask with raised eyebrows as you wave it in front of his face. ”Yes it iiiiis!” you squeal with joy and put it above your head while leaning in. ”Now you have to kiss me, pretty boy.” you whisper with a giggle. Isaac grabs the mistletoe from your hands and scoffs. ”Y/N, you’re indeed a lovely drunk, but I think it’s time we get home.”

”Noooo, you have to kiss me first. You know the rules!” you nag as you try to reach the mistletoe from him but he tease you by lifting it even higher. ”Come on!” your whine making Isaac surrender.

”Okay, fine. If I kiss you - Would you let me take you home?” he ask sweetly and you quirk your lips into a smile before crossing your arms over your chest. ”Well Isaaac, you naughty boooy. No gifts for youuu, I’ll tell santa you’ve been a baaad boy.” you say when Isaac grabs your arm and drags you towards the car.

Thank you for reading! ♥
Credit to gif owner.

we killed the biggest roach earlier. i can’t explain the size of this animal to you. i could tell you to imagine the biggest roach you’ve ever seen, i could show you a picture of a big roach, one of those hissing ones people keep as pets, this thing was bigger. it didn’t hiss, it whispered the names of people i care about. this thing did not belong in new york. it was a mistake, an anomaly. it was a monster forgotten on earth by a god who wanted to take me down a peg. i’ll be real, i heard new york had roaches and i said pish posh! “i’m from florida!” i’d say, “i know what tropical roaches look like! roaches that don’t have to fight to live, roaches that just chill in palm trees all day! roaches supersized by oxygen rich environments!” i’d see little roaches here and there and roll my eyes at every new york horror story i’d ever heard. i was being punished for my arrogance.

this thing, man. it’s common knowledge that after a bout of heavy rain or strange weather some animals get displaced and end up in places where they normally wouldn’t venture. like in winter when a mouse ends up in your basement, or when nuclear bombs awaken godzilla and he destroys a city. this was like the latter, this is the ancient mutant hell i’m talking about. 

the worst part was it being in the bathroom. like, nowhere is safe, eh? the bathroom? where i’m arguably most vulnerable? what’s next, my bed? i’ve had bedbugs too, so check! what’s left? some kind of thing where i am the bug? the bug is what i see when i look at a loved one? bugs appear in the backgrounds of old photos i’m in? i’ll be real, i have an unhealthy and specific fear of coming into contact with a bug while peeing. i give every bathroom i walk into a quick search just out of habit. and that’s why this was so fucked up. i walk in after getting home from work, glance in the tub at the mark that i always think is a bug, but isn’t, then, hey, while i’m indulging my dumb little paranoid quirk why don’t i glance up at THE BIGGEST ROACH I HAVE EVER SEEN. like, way to confirm every fear i’ve ever had in my life. remind yourself here, you aren’t picturing a big enough roach. i know! but it was bigger! i sensed it before i even saw it, my body got all cold and i could see my breath like a ghost was passing through. i ran out of the bathroom in my boxers and closed the door and i swear if i had been home alone i would have just left. like i would have abandoned everything. goodbye girlfriend, goodbye life, forget about all my papers and money and things, i’ll find a new identity untouched by the devil’s antennae. 

anyways how did we kill it. we sprayed it with the beautiful elixir of death that is raid. it fell into the bathroom trashcan, we sprayed the bag, closed it up, put that into another bag, closed that, and then put that bag outside in the building’s hallway. i always see my neighbors leaving their garbage out in the hall and i’m like, “why? why do that?” and it’s clearly to distance yourself from the corpse of the insect king. i half expect to open the door tomorrow and see the bag ripped open, just a trail of poison leading to an open window. it was bigger than you’re picturing it.