puke the rainbow

Paper Stars

Summary: Dan starts to get love notes in his locker in the form of origami stars, so he gets the help of his best friend, Phil, to figure out who it is.
Word Count: 2,398
Warnings: cussing
A/N: Thanks to @insanityplaysfics as always for giving me ideas. I’m a fucking sap recently because my boyfriend proposed to me and I just wanna write a crapton of fluff and puke rainbows everywhere. This is short and sweet, which is very rare for me! I hope you like it anyways!
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The day Dan opened his locker to a strange slip of paper folded into an origami star was one of the strangest moments of his life.

“What,” Dan said simply, giving the offending paper a strange look. He bent down and retrieved it, staring at it long and hard. It was thin, made with a flowery paper, and he could just make out words written in very small print on it. “What,” Dan said again.

With a small amount of struggle, Dan managed to unwrap the star, revealing the writing inside. The script was sloppy to the point where Dan thinks it was written with the wrong hand. Dan said “what” again and the word didn’t even sound like it was real anymore. It took him a few minutes to read what it said due to the scribble, but he eventually managed.

‘i used to stare out the window because i thought the scenery was beautiful. Then i saw you and suddenly the world didnt seem nearly as captivating as before.

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Crossing Lines: Arrow 5x19 Review (Dangerous Liaisons)

If 5x19 is indicative of the final four episodes of Season 5, then we are in for one hell of a ride. 

After setting Oliver and Felicity off into trajectories, Arrow returns to the center as Felicity’s relationship with Helix come to a head. Original Team Arrow is splintered as Felicity aligns herself against Oliver and Diggle. Smoak versus Arrow is more than just Felicity going head to head with those who know and love her best. It’s about diving into Felicity’s real motivations. Sure, we were told Felicity’s grief over Billy is pushing her over the edge 

(keep singing that tune Arrow), but we knew there was more. The truth is, Felicity’s motivations haven’t strayed too far from center after all.

Let’s dig in…

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the signs and gayness
  • Aries: giant ball of gay that'll crush us all someday
  • Taurus: glittery rainbow puke
  • Gemini: that one gay who flirts with the opposite gender because lmao they're all taking you seriously
  • Cancer: closeted gay that has super hot secret makeout sessions in broom closets and the like
  • Leo: so gay, drags straight crush to a pride march and turns said crush gay with sheer sexiness
  • Virgo: the gayest, doomed to suffer incurable straight crushes on best friends
  • Libra: the fabulous gay that is definitely in musical theater
  • Scorpio: that one that's so smokin', everyone be inviting you to threesomes n shit
  • Sagittarius: GAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAYYYYY sweetie everyone knows
  • Capricorn: rly good at asking straight ppl out in gutsy ways that are so shocking (probs murder) that the person just goes out with them anyway
  • Aquarius: dat lil nerdy shit that flirts with everyone, even tho no one is sure of your sexuality because you just keep telling us you like to 'keep em guessin' (but we know u super gay)
  • Pisces: EVERYONE SHIPS YOU WITH EVERYONE ELSE BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A GAY CUTIE PATOOTIE AND EVERYONE WANTS TO DATE YOU TOO
the light of day

Because it’s the Inquisition, and apparently everyone has an opinion (a.k.a. the companions are idiots with no sense of boundaries). Fluff.


Dorian wakes wondering why he’s wrapped in an extra blanket - he’s been meaning to requisition one, they aren’t in the hotter months yet and the Plains can be cold - until he realises that said blanket is actually an astonishingly warm, asleep man. He doesn’t particularly mind. This far south, he’ll take any heat he can get. He absentmindedly examines one of the arms around his waist, plucks at Gal’s sleeve with half-conscious curiosity, and touches the hand that’s glowing slightly in the dim light.

He’s certain they started out with separate bedrolls, or at least nominally separate ones. He wonders when the gap was closed, but considering it in any more detail would require proper thought, and for now he’s quite happy to enjoy the haze. He lies there, on the edge of sleep and thinking in circles, until he finds himself closing his eyes and savouring the feeling. It’s far too comfortable, and it shouldn’t be.

He extricates himself as gently as possible, shifting and rolling over. It’s an art, leaving without waking a bed partner, and really he should be finding his leathers and his gear. But he glances at Gal, and for some reason he lingers.

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jowiththeflow4ever  asked:

Since almost everyone who's asking u questions rn are either asking about sciencey junk, or giving u hate, imma ask a question that actually is relevant to the story. (Jk, not relevant at all. Imma ask it anyways!! =^-^=) If Frisk had to choose between two pets, which pet do u think they'd choose? A magical flying cat that can puke rainbows, or a dog that can see the future but only speaks in riddles? And, follow up question, how would Chara react to their choice?

Frisk clearly would choose the dog because they love dogs and they don’t know how to clean up rainbows. Chara would probably think this was a good choice o Frisk’s part because riddles about the future are better than getting rainbows all over your floor. They would also be afraid of what the dog might say.
-TQ

Rogers Jr.

Summary: You and Steve tell your daughter about how you met back in Brooklyn. This is for @redlipstickandplaid who wanted enough floof to give her cavaties, I hope I met the bar!<3 

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Phoebe Rogers [their daughter], Bucky Barnes

Warnings:  so disgustingly cute and fluffy, Dad!Steve, I wanted to puke rainbows while writing this :’)

Sidenote;; Bolded text are past events as told by the Reader & Steve, [basically like a narrator] 

‘Cause all I know is we said hello, and your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name, everything has changed

All I know is you held the door, you’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed’

                                                 ___________

“Mommy?”

“Yes, bug?” You gave your daughter a soft smile, tucking her into bed before sitting on the edge.

“How did you and daddy meet? Was he already an Avenger?”

“I knew Daddy before he was all tall and muscly, Phoebe,” you chuckled, earning an amused grin from the 5 year old, those beautiful bright blue eyes gazing up at you.

“Were you taller than him?”

You nodded, “I was.”

Phoebe laughed, her legs kicking underneath the duvet in her hysterics.

“Alright,” you smiled, trying to hide your own laughter, “calm down, miss. It’s time for some sleep, or you won’t be up in time for the school trip.”

“Oh,” her little face fell as she groaned in protest, “But you didn’t tell me the story.”  

“How about both me and Daddy tell you tomorrow?”

She nodded, enthusiastically. “Yeah!”

“See you in the morning, baby.” You lean down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before she snuggled beneath the sheets and settled to sleep.

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