really sorry this came out late. t t


{7.12.16} my new pencilcase and mildliners came in the mail today!!! I’m so excited and I looove this pencil case 🙈 

+ sorry I haven’t been on too much lately!! I haven’t really been busy, just distracted, but I promise I’m getting back onto my study game. I still have no clue what I’ll be doing for my film class, so I have to really crack down and get reading to brainstorm ideas and figure out what I wanna do!

Mighty Princess // Draco Imagine//

Requested by: @girlwithtambler

Request: Hey gorgeous! I saw that you want some requests for Valentine’s day and I came up with some idea. It’d be Draco imagine when the reader aka his girlfriend is trying to teach him how to conjure patronus, and when he finally does, it’s somehow linked to the reader’s own patronus. I would like it to be fluffy if you don’t mind 💕

Warnings: none

A/n: um yeah so this imagine kind sucks really badly so I’m super sorry if you don’t like it lol. If you don’t, feel free to request it again or something else. I’ve just been really uninspired lately but I wanted to post something for you guys so…here ya go!

The day had started out bright and sunny, but thankfully you were inside when the dark clouds came rolling in from over the vast mountains. The light from the sun was blocked, casting dark shadows over the ground and the rain came down fast and hard. Booms of thunder and strikes of lightning illuminated the dark sky for half a second before dissolving back into the darkness.

“It’s really coming down out there.” Draco said as he let the thick curtain fall back in front of the window, blocking out the raging storm. He turned around and looked at you, cuddled into the cushions of the couch, a mug of hot chocolate tucked away in your hands.

“Sounds like it.” You mumbled back, your eyes glued to Draco’s as he crossed the room and sat beside you on the couch. “We should do something.” You sat upright and placed your mug on the coffee table.

“ that you mention it…I’ve been wanting to learn that Patronus thing you’ve been practicing..” Draco bit his lip as you processed the idea.

“I could probably teach you..” you rubbed your chin and Draco smiled widely. “But you can’t tell anyone!” You added before he could get to excited.

“Okay deal.” Draco stuck out his hand and you took it, giving it a strong shake.

“Okay, now hold onto your wand tightly. Last thing you need is to drop that.” You chuckled to yourself as you paced back and forth. Draco stood in front of a locked chest, his arm extended in front of him as he clutched tightly to his wand. “Good. Okay now, think of a memory that makes you feel extremely happy. A memory that you might use to pull yourself out of the depths of your most depressing moments. Think of that memory and really grasp onto it. Think of only that memory.”

Draco closed his eyes and you smiled when you saw a smile tugging on his lips.

“Okay now when I open this, a boggart will come out in the shape of a dementor. To get it back into the chest, say, Expecto Patronum. Say it loud and confidently.”

Draco opened his eyes and got into his stance. He nodded to you and you unlocked the chest. You opened it and a dementor flew out.

It was terrifying to look at. It looked like something death itself would create. It flew up until it was able to really extend it’s cloaked arms before stopping and looking right at Draco. It slowly lowered itself until it was significantly closer.

“Now Draco.” You said softly, looking to Draco who’s eyes were currently closed. They flicked open and the words “Expecto Patronum” flew off of his tongue.

Waves of blue flew from his wand and collided with the boggart. It flinched and moved back towards the chest.

“Keep it up Draco. You got it.” You encouraged as you got behind the chest. Draco kept the waves going until the boggart was far enough into the chest for you to close it. You locked it and smiled at your boyfriend.

“I did it Y/n!” He said happily as you moved out from behind the chest and hugged him.

“I knew you could.” You smiled. You pulled away and pulled out your wand. You gave it a little flick and a stream of blue smoke came out. It traveled around your feet before turning into a powerful Lioness. Draco’s eyes widened.

“Can I do that?” He asked, looking towards you.

“Probably. Give it a try.” You nodded towards his wand and he smiled. He waved his wand just as you had and sure enough, a streak of blue smoke emerged from his wand as well and flew around his head. The smoke clumped together and a lion jumped from the air and landed near Draco’s feet.

“Y/n…our patroneses….they’re so similar.” Draco said as he grabbed your hand. You watched as Draco’s patronus moved towards yours until they collided and both turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.

“I had no idea that was even possible.” You smiled up at him, amazed.

“Me either.” Draco chuckled. “I guess we’re more alike than we thought, huh love?” Draco smirked at you as he laid his hand on your cheek, guiding you closer to him.

“Guess so.” You agreed. Draco leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips.

“You know, the lioness is usually considered the princess of the pride. So you, are are my mighty princess.” Draco smirked at you before connecting your lips again in a longer and more passionate kiss.

“I can live with that.” You smiled.


Just a quick update to say we’re sorry we haven’t been sticking to our regular schedule and haven’t been posting our own content the last 2 weeks :(  
There’s been some big changes going on and it’s been kind of hectic for us lately. Long story, short; admin Ari had to get a new job and admin Sum has been cramming for midterms rip so we haven’t really had the time to actually get together and write some of our own posts.
Plus, 2 weeks ago our dog had puppies! She gave birth to 3 healthy and adorable puppies :‘3 And funny enough, they came out looking like the bears from the show We Bare Bears! Take a look!

Also, it’s not out normally scheduled day, but keep a look out for some new content

- Admin

I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN’T UPLOADED!! Life really got me down lately and I haven’t had any energy to draw or do much of anything that I love doing! UGH!

Anyways, I really love how this turned out- I drew this for the Canadian premiere of Tangled Before Ever After but it came a few days later than planned :( I hope you like it all the same!!

Done in St Petersburg watercolours, Pentel sign pens, Pilot g tec pens, uniball gel pens, and finetec pearlescent paints.


Note: Okay, so this wasn’t requested, but I came up with this idea at like 1 am last night, so I wrote it because I knew it was going to be short and sweet…so yeah. There’re probably some mistakes because I didn’t really edit much at all. Something cute and fluffy with Laf because I haven’t had time to write lately. Sorry ‘bout that. I’ll get to it soon, I promise!

Word Count: 755

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Warning: None, pickup lines, stars, FLUFF

“This is nice.” You breathed, cuddling up against your boyfriend, Lafayette, as you two laid out on a blanket in the middle of an empty field, watching the stars.

“Mmhm,” He agreed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“We should do this more often.”

“I agree.” Laf said.

A couple of moments later, he spoke up again.

“Do you see that formation over there? The one that looks like a triangle?” He asked like a kid in a candy shop.

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Silent Pleasure (Gally Smut)

Prompt: Gally and Y/N have sex, but they have to stay quiet or risk being discovered by the other Gladers.

AN: Sorry this came out late. I got really busy and then I got really distracted and yeah. Hopefully this lives up to what you wanted, hun. (And I accidentally included a few references that I didn’t even realize I had included at first. Oops?)

All day, Gally had been staring at me from across the Glade. Whenever he got the chance to walk over to the kitchens, he did – just to “get something to drink” as he stared intently at me, his eyes looking my body up and down. It wasn’t the first time Gally had stared at me – and I already knew it wouldn’t be the last.

“He’s coming back again,” Frypan groaned, catching my attention. “Y/N, tell that shank to leave.”

I laughed, but shook my head. “He’s just getting water.”

“He’s just undressing you with his eyes,” Frypan retorted, chopping some onions. “Tell him to leave. I don’t want that near my food or my kitchen.”

I laughed again. “Yeah, okay, Fry.”

I grabbed a jar and filled it with water, quickly exiting the kitchen and meeting Gally half way. I held the jar out to him. “Fry says you can’t come into the kitchen anymore.”

“Why can’t I?” Gally asked. He didn’t look the least bit concerned that he was banned from the kitchens.

“Because you won’t stop staring at me and keeping me from doing my job,” I responded. “Frypan says you’re undressing me with your eyes.”

Gally’s eyes widened, clearly shocked. “I, uh –“

“Like what you see, Gally?” I teased, flashing a bright smile.

“What make you think I go to see you? I’m just thirsty.”

“If you’re so thirsty, then why haven’t you taken the water yet?” He stared at me blankly for several seconds before looking down and seeing I was still holding the jar out for him. He quickly took it, his fingers brushing against mine.

“You never gave me an answer, Gally.” I bit my bottom lip, trying to fight back the smirk that was trying to spread across my face. I didn’t miss how his eyes flashed down to my lips. “Do you like what you see?”

“I –“

“Y/N!” Frypan shouted. I jumped, turning around to face him.


“Get back in here! We got food to cook, girl.”

I turned back to Gally, who was glaring daggers at Frypan. “Talk to you later, Gal.”

Gally only nodded and quickly turned and began to walk away. I smiled at him, even though he couldn’t see it. Gally was very attractive. I stared at him for another second before turning and walking back to the kitchens where Frypan was waiting. Still, my thoughts never left Gally.


That night, as the Gladers drifted off into sleep, I found myself wide awake. It was not the first time I had had problems sleeping – my mind refused to turn off, constantly racing to try and grasp who I was and why I was here in the Glade. But tonight, my thoughts were far away from why I was in the Glade. Tonight, my thoughts were focused on someone else who was in the Glade. Tonight, Gally was the captain of my thoughts.

Deciding that I couldn’t sleep, I got up and silently made my way past each and every Glader. Finally, when I was sure the Gladers would not wake up to the noise, I ran. Not for any real reason, and not with a single destination in mind. I just ran, loving the feeling and the freedom that came with it. I had wanted to be a Runner, but Minho had yet to decide if that was a good idea. When I stopped running, I had ran in a circle around the Glade, having stopped just by the Deadheads not too far from the boys.

“What were you doing?”

I spun around, tripping over myself and falling to the ground. I glared as Gally began to laugh.

“Slinthead,” I mumbled, still glaring up at the Builder.

He wasn’t laughing at me anymore. He was staring down at me, his eyes softer than usual. A tiny smile was on his face.

“Gally?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “Are you okay?”

He snapped out of it. “Uh, yeah. Yeah. I’m good. Are you okay? You landed pretty hard, Y/N.”

I held out my hand in response. “Help?”

Gally rolled his eyes and stuck his hand out, grabbing my own. Before he could pull me up, however, I pulled roughly. He wasn’t expecting it. His body came forward, landing partially on me; he had managed to catch himself, mostly supporting himself with his arms on either side of my torso.

“What the hell was that?” Gally grunted out as I laughed. He looked me in the eyes and then seemed to realize just how close the two of us were. His face was inches from mine, his breath washing over my face.

“You never answered me. Do you like what you see?”

Gally’s eyes moved away from my own, moving down to my lips.

“You can kiss me if you wan –“

I didn’t get to finish, because Gally placed his lips on mine, silencing my words with kiss after kiss. At first, it was slow yet passionate. It did not take long for it to become a heated kiss, for it to become slightly rougher. I don’t know when or how it happened, but somehow I had managed to wrap both of my arms around his neck, while one of his arms propped him up and the other hand held firmly to my hip.

As the heated kiss continued, I could feel something moving against my thigh. At first, I thought nothing of it – my mind was a clouded haze of all things Gally. The feeling of his body against mine, of his lips moving again mine in sync. I didn’t think anything of the thing against my thigh until I moved my leg, accidentally brushing against it and earning a groan from Gally.

I pulled away from the kiss. Gally’s lips were redder than usual and his eyes were dark with lust.

“You’re turned on.” It wasn’t a question and we both knew it. I could feel the answer, still against my thigh.

“How about you help with that?” His voice was deeper than usual, sending shivers down my spine.

I glanced back to where the Gladers were all asleep, less than thirty feet away. I couldn’t see them, so I hoped that meant they couldn’t see us if they woke up.

“What if they hear us?” I said to Gally, my voice louder than a whisper but quieter than usual.

“Then you should stay quiet.”

Before I could say anything, Gally lowered his head to my neck and started to bite and kiss the flesh there. I bit back a moan, just barely managing to remember to stay quiet. His hand moved up my shirt, forcing itself under my bra and grabbing one of my boobs. As he played with the nipple and continued to bite and kiss my neck, I had to bite down roughly on my bottom lip to keep from making noise. And that stupid shank knew it, too.

Together, we undressed. His hands sneaking my shirt over my head, my hands tugging his pants down – it was all a pleasure filled blur that I could not completely process. Within minutes, we were both naked and his lips had been all over my neck and torso. My own lips had kissed a trail from his lips, down his jaw, neck and torso, moving down to a place that I knew he was desperate to be touched.

“Y/N,” Gally said, his voice deep with lust. There was an unspoken request and I easily knew what he wanted. I smiled sweetly up at him before taking his penis in my hand. He closed his eyes and I took the chance to surprise him by placing it in my mouth. Gally moaned, his eyes flying open and his hand going to the back of my head, his fingers going through my hair. I bobbed my head up and down, taking his length into my mouth. His grip on my hair tightened, but it didn’t hurt.

Suddenly, he pulled me away from his erection. He quickly explained, “I won’t last.”

He kissed me, pushing me onto my back and positioning himself between my legs. My heart was hammering in my chest as he lowered his hand between our bodies, coming into contact with my wetness. I hid my face in the crook of his neck, desperately trying to stay quiet as he slid his finger up and down my slit. Without warning, his finger plunged into me and I couldn’t stop the loud moan that escaped my lips. He stilled above me, listening. He mustn’t have heard anything, because he relaxed and kissed just beneath my ear.

“You have to be silent.”

“Your shucking fault,” I responded, giving a tiny gasp as he moved his finger out of me before putting it all the way back in. He did it several more times, pumping one finger and then two inside of me.

“G-Gally,” I whimpered. “P-please.”

He pulled his fingers out of me and, after a second of positioning himself, he gently entered me, groaning at the pleasure. It was uncomfortable for a moment as I got used to his size, but after a few minutes of Gally moving in and out, I could only feel the intense pleasure that was building in me. Gally was constantly having to cover my mouth with either his hand or his lips to try and keep me quiet. As the pleasure grew and Gally’s thrusting became faster and more wild, my toes began to curl and I could feel a pressure growing in my body.

Gally moaned into my ear, “I’m cumming.”

That did it.

My body tensed and then released, my orgasm flowing through my body. Gally finished inside of me, filling me with warmth as he groaned. Neither of us bothered to stop the moan that tore from my throat. In that moment, it was just us and it didn’t matter that we could be discovered. In that moment, we were infinite.

anonymous asked:

i don't want to sound rude, but you really didn't have to be so harsh to that person about the glass thing like all they were doing was saying you were misinformed and they weren't even rude about it like they just wanted to point it out there was no need for you to be so bitter about it

I’m sorry if I came off as harsh, that wasn’t my intention at all! Honestly, it was late and I get crabby when I’m tired. So, to that person, I’m sorry for being harsh.

I guess what frustrated me and made me react how I did was how they didn’t read either of my comments fully before responding. They assumed that I got my information from an urban legend, rather than a physics textbook and class like I had said, so I was defensive because I felt like they were talking down to me and felt the need to continue arguing after I had said hey, this is something I learned from a trustworthy source and not the internet. I will readily admit that I do not know much about the subject, which is why I basically said we would agree to disagree, because I don’t still have the book that made the claim to substantiate it, nor could I find trustworthy research on the internet (it was all from blogs that I saw). I wasn’t going to continue engaging in an argument which I was not prepared to engage in, but I am sorry if I expressed that in a harsh or rude way. 

anonymous asked:

I'm trans (ftm) and im 100% sure about it. The only thing is, I know my family will not believe me and think im going through a phase. I know I will get shit on for it and my mother will cry because she wants me to be a girly girl and she can't deal with it. I am 16 and I want to go on hormones, but I can't exactly do that without coming out. Any suggestions about coming out?

Super late !! I’m so sorry!!

I was in a really similar situation before I came out. Honestly, do whatever makes you most comfortable. If you think she might cry and you don’t want to be around for it, maybe leave her a letter or something on your table when you leave for school. If you think she might have a lot of questions maybe let her know in person if you think you would be willing to sit through the tears if needed.

I wrote a long coming out post and put in on Facebook without tagging my mom in it, and even though she saw it she pretended not to, so maybe don’t go about it that way. For my dad I wrote a very long letter including a lot of information and definitions to back myself up and left it on a table for him.


Hit and Run Chapter 2

Welp. I know I’m very late in posting. I’m really sorry. I’m very slow at writing orz

Thanks to @gays-on-ice​ for letting me bounce ideas for this chapter off of you!

For those of you who haven’t read chapter 1…

AO3 (I’ll post this on AO3 tomorrow!)


This is unbeta’d by the way. Feel free to point out any mistakes you may find!


Chapter 2…

Victor slowly came into awareness, rising towards consciousness slowly, but surely.

“…sorry… couldn’t… save… too severe…”

The figure skater’s brows furrowed, as he tested those words out in his mind.

Couldn’t… save? …who…?

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storybooksimblr  asked:

54, 57, 64 for Malcolm? :3

This is good!!

54. What is their MBTI type?
     ENTJ. The second he came out of Nancy he was ready to lead his fam to      success. He doesn’t make brash decisions, and will push what he wants

57. What D&D alignment are they?
     He’s probably a neutral evil? He just really loves himself and is super              selfish. I don’t think he would purposely go out of his way (he has better        things to do) to make someones life hell… Unless they deserved it 

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction
      He eats it. He doesn’t do any of this “Would you like the last piece?” he         wants it and why would he offer it to anyone else?

out. sorry for posting so much art/being so dead rp-wise as of late. i’ve been really stressed out (mostly class-related rip) n just don’t feel like messing with the rpc so much i think ? but i wanna continue developing mar as a character !! so. complete rehaul of her previous ref that never came to light, i didn’t like where it was headed as far as confor.mation and coloring went (and i botched the layers) so it was just time to restart. upd8 beneath the cut ay

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18. Who’s she? (JokerXReader!)

So guys, I’m sorry that I wasn’t really active yesterday but I was out with my friends and I finally saw the Squad on the big screen and I came home really late. But it was totaly amazing, the movie was great and I loved every second of it. <3 I will write on the next requests and the next part of the JokerXReader Drug Dealer one today, but I don’t know when it will be up here, ‘cause after the movie yesterday I got hit with a huge inspiration for a little fic that’s based on my own idea. It’s named: Who’s she? That’s the one I got for you now. :) I’m really excited about this one and I think I will work on a few more parts, tell me what you guys are thinking about it. I hope you will like it. <3  

Who’s she? Part 1.

It was a normal day at the Arkham Asylum as Dr Grace Warner was on her way to met her next patient.

Her day had been pretty stressful and she didn’t thought that it would get any better, as soon as she entered the session room (her office), where the man sat whom she treated since a month now.

Dr Warner was new at the Asylum, she had been working here since only two months, therefore she was psychiatrist at a clinic in Washington DC, but there was a reason that she moved to the Asylum.

And the reason sat now in here office.

The Joker.

He was back in Arkham since about half a year now and he was more against any kind of therapy than ever.

There wasn’t any doctor left that hadn’t been, attacked, killed, or just had sucked at trying to help him with his insanity, in so far this was possible.

He was sick of everything, he just wanted to get outta here and murder as many people as possible again, and that was the moment the director of the Arkham Asylum decided to contact Dr Warner.

She was an experienced psychiatrist in her mid fourtys and she never had had a single failure on her patient list since she was practicing.

This woman may be the only solution to calm the Joker down, so that they can finally give therapy to him.

„You’re late, doctor“, the Joker said impatient as Dr Warner sat down on her desk in front of his lounger, where he was laid down with his straitjacket on.

„I know, I’m sorry about that. My last session lasted a little longer than expected. Anyways, how do we feel today?“, she asked immediately.

The Joker sighed annoyed.

„Everyday the same lame questions … Maybe you should buy a new questionnaire, doctor. They told me you are the best in your subject, but I don’t see that. You’re exactly like those other bastards. You’re just boring me to death, with all your stupid little questions. Don’t you get it? I’m telling you lies, whenever you ask me something. I just want one single thing. Get out of this hellhole and come back into business“, he said with this eerie look in his eyes.

But Dr Warner just shook her haid and rolled her eyes.

She was too old and too smart for this kind of mind games and threats.

The Joker wasn’t the first patient, that talked to her like that.

„Fine, then let’s turn around the thing. Ask me something, whatever you want“, she said calm, ready to write everything down that he would say.

The questions that he would ask, could also help her, to finally give therapy to this psychopath.

She didn’t moved into Gotham City just to let this clown play with her, like all the others before.

The Joker suddenly gave the woman a wicked grin.

„Are you sure, you want me to ask you something?“, he said.

„Yes, I’m sure“, Dr Warner replied harsh.

She wasn’t patient anymore with this man, if he wanted to play mind games with her, she wouldn’t give in until she had what she wanted.

„Well, then let me think about it … Let’s begin with something easy“, the Joker said and stood up from his lounger to walk around in the doctors office.

She knew what he would do.

Find something that would make her weak in front of him, something he could extort her with, but she already made sure that she has nothing in her office that this man could use against her.

Well, she thought she took care of that …

„Oooh … let’s take this one“, the Joker said.

His voice now low and amused, he was ready for playing.

„Who’s that?“, he asked and showed her a picture of a young tall man with dark brown hair.

„My brother, but don’t even think about to tell me how you would kill him, he’s already dead“, Dr Warner said.

The Joker raised a brow.

„What happened?“, he asked now grinning.

He wanted to see the pain in her eyes, something that would be very enjoyable for him, but there was nothing, she was cold as she looked at him, not even a bit interested.

„He died in a car crash, three days after this photo was recorded, he was twenty one, next question“, she said.

The Joker clenched his teeth.

This wasn’t funny, when he couldn’t watch her get hurt on the inside or something like that, but suddenly something on the doctors writing desk took his full attention.

He walked behind her and looked at the photo in the gold frame, which stood directly in front of her.

There was a girl on it, a very, very pretty girl.

It couldn’t be the doctor, she was old and not even as pretty as the girl on the picture.

She looked young and innocent with her bright (e/c) eyes and the (h/c) long hair, that framed her beautiful delicate face, she looked like a doll, a pretty, pretty porcelaine doll.

„Who’s this?“, the Joker asked, his voice now gravelly with a tad of desire behind it.

Something what Dr Warner didn’t wanted to hear, but she couldn’t lie to him, he was insane but not an idiot, he was smart, he would know that she was lying to him, if she tried.

„My daughter“, she said scarce.

„Pretty, really pretty, doctor. How old?“, the Joker asked walking around, but sill kept his eyes glued to the photo of the girl.

„Nineteen“, the doctor answered.

She didn’t wanted to talk about her daughter, the only thing the Joker could possibly make her weak with, and he already knew that.

„Nineteen …“, the Joker said long-drawn out.

„Their so innocent when they’re at that age … What’s her name?“


„(Y/N), that’s pure innocence …“

The Joker closed his eyes and inhaled loudly, so pretty …

Dr Warner felt from second to second more uncomfortable about this situation, yes she wanted to be succesful with giving therapy to the Joker, but she never wanted her own daughter get involved into this.

Especially when the Joker seemed to be interested in her.

„I think that was enough for today“, Dr Warner suddenly said, what made the Joker smirk.

„Oh, but we got still fifteen minutes left“, he said with a look on the clock at the wall in front of him.

He began to smile, as Dr Warner had to give in, with an agonized look in her eyes.

The time was strictly regulated, she couldn’t let him go fifteen minutes earlier.

„So where have we been again …? Oh yes, now. Tell me about her. She’s nineteen, that means she has to go to college. What is she studying?“, Joker asked.

„She isn’t really studying she just occupied a few courses“, Dr Warner said.

„So she wants to take her time, before she decides what she really wants? Smart girl. Maybe something’s waiting for her out there, or someone“, Joker smiled widely now.

Don’t you dare to ever lay your hand on my daughter, Dr Warner thought in anger and in fear.

„Tell me, doctor. What about the boys? She surely got a boyfriend, doesn’t she?“

„Yes, she-“

Joker wagged his finger and suddenly his facial expression turned sirious.

„Don’t do that“, he said now sounding dangerous.

And for the first time, Dr Warner was really scared of the clown.

„What?“, she asked, still trying to keep her cool veneer.

„Don’t lie to me. Don’t ever lie to me, about your daughter“, he growled into her ear.

„Again. And now you better tell me the truth“, he said.

„Does she have a boyfriend?“

„No“, Dr Warner said, while her hands began to tremble.

„That’s better. Has she ever had a boyfriend?“


„What was his name?“


„Good, go on. We still have five minutes. Did she“, Jokers face was plotted with a dirty grin.

„Did she ever had sex with him?“

„I don’t know“, Dr Warner said and turned her head away from the Clown Prince.

She was disgusted, how could he talk about her daughter like that?

„Of course you know it. You’re her mum, mummys always knew what their daughters did. All the naughty things, all the dirty little secrets, does she liked it? Getting fucked, by a scumbag when she could’ve had something way better?“, Joker purred.

„Time is up“, Dr Warner said with cold eyes, as she looked at him again.

„The guards aren’t here yet. Answer my question. Come on. You said I can ask you everything I want, and I wanna know, whether she liked it, or not“, he said through squinted eyes.

„Tell me, or I will find it out by myself.“

„Dr Warner, are you ready?“, the security guards had come into her office right now.

„Don’t you dare to ever lay your dirty hands on my daughter“, she hissed at Joker, before she turned around to the guards.

„Yes, bring him back into his cell“, she said, as if nothing ever happened.

„Wrong move, doctor“, Joker smirked devilish, before the guards led him out of her office.



*Yeah as if this guy is gonna notice any movement from your side of the bed, and even if he does fall of he will just roll like a log and stay there*


*He came home late and was on his phone next to you, when he realised you were having a nightmare he tried to wake you up but you were aggressive and almost punched him in the face*


Y/N: “Sorry if I woke you up last night the dream I had was pretty horrifying”

SH: “You didn’t wake me up but you almost took my eye out”


*Wasn’t really sure what was going on he was a bit shocked at first to see you wriggling around in manic state but then quickly woke you up trying to avoid any possible injuries he may gain*


*He was sitting on the edge of the bed just about to in however a rather larage bump made him fall flat on his arse. He got up to find out that you had made that large ripple on the bed happen whilst you were sleeping*

CY: “Damn that was strong this dream is like steriods”


*He was woken up in the middle of the night to find you moving in one of the most unusual ways he had ever seen so it took him a minute to adjust until he woke you up*

BH: “Some exorcist mess going on right here”


*You were so violent in your sleep sometimes which woke him up every time and it happened to be the third time this week*


*After waking up with half of his body hanging out of the bed he quietly moaned to himself and laughed about the state you were in before dragging his body back in to bed, waking you up and then cuddling you back to sleep*


*When he moaned at you for waking him up you just stated that it was karma for all the sleep talking he does*

T: Y/N why do you have to be such an aggressive sleeper”

T: “Why do you always have to tell me your life story when I’m trying to sleep?”

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*Wakes up because he thinks the house is being raided but finds out that it’s just you swearing profusely due to your dream*

L: “Right so we aren’t being robbed, oh good”


*As he tries to wake you up he takes a hit to the face, falling backwards and almost falling arse over head onto the floor, so he remains there for a minute psyching himself up to try again*


*When he told you about how aggressive you were and that you almost made him fall straight off the bed you just laughed at him telling him to stop over exaggerating*

LH: “It’s really no joke Y/N, you look like your taking karate classes as you sleep”


*You knew how you could be when you were having nightmares so you both ended up joking to each other about how much of an erratic sleeper you were*

*None of these GIFS are mine credit to the owners*

honestly the thing about kara is she’s a forgiving person yes–but it’s not blanket forgiveness, not really. She forgives people who are truly sorry. Alex came clean with her about Astra, apologized for what she did–Kara didn’t find out. Alex came clean. And after Kara called Cat out–Cat isn’t Kara’s friend exactly, or her sister. She’s her boss. It’s a different kind of dynamic than calling out a friend or a sister, she has power over Kara, there wouldn’t be any negative consequences to Cat, only to Kara–Cat apologized for her behavior, explains why she was so mean lately and how kara didn’t deserve that kind of behavior and shows that she really means it by calling out her own mother. Kara forgives people who truly regret what they did, and promise not to repeat past behavior (at least with the living–the dead is a very different scenario).

When Kara finds out about Guardian, it’s not going to be because James regrets not telling Kara, and feels guilty about his behavior–he’s not going to confess because of true contrition. He’s going to confess because Alex knows, and if he doesn’t tell Kara she surely will. Because unlike James apparently, lying to Kara eats Alex alive.

And Kara is going to be so devastated when she finds out how her friends, who she trusted with her own secret and her identity, have been lying to her

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Thanks @agricolaesumus for the prompt! It was lots of fun and made my heart warm~ I, ah, didn’t use the sentence exactly, but the general idea is the same! Hope you enjoy! <3

(written for these ridiculous sentence prompts!)

“I’m sorry that I got way into playing house and I kissed you passionately”

Nico stepped out of Cabin 13 an hour before breakfast. Early morning or late night were really the only times Camp Half-Blood was peaceful. If Nico came out any other time, some camper or another was bound to try to get him to participate in camp activities. (He didn’t mind archery or sparring or even sculpting weird shit out of clay, but climbing up a wall of lava? Not exactly Nico’s idea of a good time.)

In the mornings, though. There was a thin layer of mist in the air. The sun hadn’t fully come up, so the sky was still dim and gray. There was a stillness in the air, disturbed only by the occasional satyr running about getting things ready for the day. Yes, Nico much preferred Camp Half-Blood like this. Nobody screaming with laughter. No idiotic practical jokes being pulled (Leo Valdez and the Stoll brothers were a bad mix). Just peace and quiet.

Will liked to call him an old man for hating noisy people as much as he did. Will was technically right, since Nico was born about eighty years ago, but Nico still hated it because Nico wanted Will to want to date him, and nobody wanted to date an old man.

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Feelings Expressed Over Hot Chocolate

Rating: General
Warning: None
Words: 4384
Pairing: Kagehina
Notes: This is for #160! I’d like to apologize to 160 for how late this is!!! Home life has been a wreck and we just moved and it’s all been chaos and I’m so so sorry! I feel really bad that this came out so late, I tried my best, but I’m still sorry. I hope you like it and have happy holidays!
Summary: Kageyama has a crush, Hinata is an idiot, and hot chocolate is always good during a snowstorm.

Tobio hadn’t been avoiding Hinata per say, it had just been a coincidence that they hadn’t seen each other much that week.

A coincidence that took a lot of careful planning and effort to execute correctly, but a coincidence in Tobio’s view either way. A very very difficult coincidence.

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Imagine Dean arriving to pick you up from work only to watch your boss try to make you stay late yet again...

Dean slammed the Impala door shut and grinned at you through the glass building front. The warm smile you gave him in return made his heart jump. He leaned on the hood of the Impala, hands shoved into his pockets, while you collected your jacket and purse and headed out the door to meet him.

You were hardly three feet out the door when your boss came rushing after you. Carl. Dean gritted his teeth.

“Y/N, I need you to stay late tonight,” he said, his hands on his hips.

“I really really can’t tonight. Look, my boyfriend and I–”

Carl interrupted. “I’m sorry. But there isn’t anyone else who can finish up the project. You’re going to have to stay.”

You gulped. “But I–”

“Look, either stay or don’t! But if you go, don’t come back!” Carl said in an irritated voice, scolding you, like he couldn’t believe you would request to actually go home at the end of your shift…

Dean raised his eyebrows in annoyance and turned away, trying to bite his tongue. He really didn’t like how Carl was talking to you and it was taking all of his self-control not to interfere.

You turned and looked at Dean, disappointment and humiliation easily readable on your face. Your shoulders were weighed down, suddenly heavy. 

“Don’t keep me waiting!” Carl snapped at you.

Dean couldn’t take any more of it and stood up from where he was leaning on the car and walked over to stand beside you, giving you a little smile to reassure you. You gulped again. This probably wasn’t going to end well.

“Carl, is it?” Carl nodded in response. “Good. Listen, Carl. Are you going to actually let Y/N go home when she’s supposed to for once or are we going to have a problem?”

“Excuse me?” Carl asked in shock.

 “I said are you going to let Y/N leave without firing her for no reason or am I going to have to break your face?” He gave Carl a sarcastic smile.

“Oh God,” you said, putting a hand to your face. “I quit! Come on, Dean…” You pulled him away by his jacket, leaving your now ex-boss standing there dumbfounded.

“Babe, why did you quit? I was gonna take care of it for you,” Dean said giving you a goofy look.

“I’d rather keep you out of jail and find a new job with a boss that isn’t such a dick. Now let’s go for that drink,” you said, leaning over to plant a kiss on Dean’s cheek that caused him to turn up one corner of his mouth in a smile.


Okay, I finally had some time to go through the artbook in more detail and I have to say some things are really interesting, couple of which is shown above. I might be late to the party, but I don’t remember if those were ever translated in detail at the time the artbook came out. And generally I’m really happy that in the end I bought english version of the artbook. Art is still amazing, but I can at least understand all random scribbles.

(( Sorry I had to soundcloud this! Too dang big.

Thanks SO MUCH you guys. Again. Can’t do it enough. This was a really fun side thing, so I’m sorry whenever I’d fall off of it, but that’s just what happens sometimes. I always came back!

Again, if you’re new or just never paid attention to the man behind the shades, I’m Tooch, my personal blog is here. Follow if you want, or don’t! I just post my own stuff usually, I RARELY reblog unless it’s to shout out a friend’s thing or something I was in/mentioned-in. Though lately it’s been homestuck sob posts haha.

So YEAH. I dunno what the future brings for Homestuck. I mean, never say never? If Dave shows up in anything else, I might just have to dust this thing off. Probably won’t take questions anymore, that whole scene is donzeo to me, but yeah! See ya around.

- Tooch ))

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