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Jade Chynoweth, Trinity Inay, Charlize Glass, Angel Gibbs, Kaelynn ‘KK’ Harris, Larsen Thompson, Kerrynton Jones, and Kaycee Rice

 In addition to Kalani, Kendall, Camryn, and Maddie in Brian Friedman’s Class!

Willa and Finn are Pure Best Friends™ And No One Will Convince Me Otherwise


- willa and finn probably send each other those 200+ vine threads on twitter
- scratch that, they have a joint vine account of the other keepers
- when philby is being stupid, willa just calls finn and they just rant about computer boy for hours on end
- don’t think about willa rEaChInG for finn’s hand when she’s scared like
- omg no once finn came over and all her brothers were home, they roughed him up a bit but now he’s like an honorary angelo i’m crying
- S T O P Mrs. Whitman probably bakes willa BIRTHDAY COOKIES and has finn take them to her with a balloon and a signed disney card
- willa being finn’s “date” to school dances in middle school, totally platonic but the pair just have fun during the cha-cha slide
- philby coming to finn when willa’s upset at him (“don’t ask me, philby. if you want to know why she’s upset, ask her.”)
- whenever maybeck says something sarcastic finn and willa look at each other immediately like they’re on the office
- willa being that one friend that takes pretty pictures of finn when he’s not looking (he uses them as his profile pictures for his social media. willa’s pleased.)
- sharing food :,)
- willa actually gives finn really good advice about amanda



Summary: Tim and Jason go undercover as a just-married couple celebrating their honeymoon in order to catch a high-profile drug lord. Hand-holding, kissing, secret rendezvous and bed sharing ahead.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 15K 


“Will that be all, Mr. Drake-Wayne?”

Tim’s eyes snapped back to the pretty woman standing behind the concierge desk.

“Umm?” Tim blinked, catching the glare off the golden name tag pinned to her floral dress. He thought, vaguely, that it was almost the same shade as his wedding ring. “What?”

“She asked if we needed anything else, babe,” Jason said suddenly, leaning into the space between Tim’s neck and shoulder and planting a quick, chaste kiss. “Jetlag already?”

It was only a quick brush of skin against skin, hardly anything; and yet, Tim felt almost too big for his body, fighting a sudden urgency to sink into the depth of some unnameable feeling that pulsed hotly just beneath his skin.

The woman laughed and slid over two sleek hotel card keys, rattling off several free amenities, pool hours and how to book a couple’s massage at the spa.

“Thank you,” Jason said, somewhere next to Tim’s ear. When he reached from behind Tim to grab the card keys off the polished marble, his chest pressed against Tim’s back in a wall of sudden warmth. Jason was a wall of sunlight against Tim’s back, and he smelt better than any person had a right to after flying so many hours on a stuffy plane.

When Tim didn’t move quickly enough, Jason brushed Tim’s hand away from his suitcase. “Come on,” he said, pulling it behind with his own as he moved away from the concierge desk.

The unexpected gesture caught Tim off guard, but Jason looked calm and unconcerned as they dodged a sea of incoming tourists all donning different versions of the same floral shirts and sundresses. The resort was both stunningly beautiful and modern, a place that looked as if it were made for granting wishes for nothing more than a quick slide of a plastic.

As they waited for the elevators to ping to the lobby floor, Tim tried to process the madness of the past four days.

The case.

The feel of Jason standing so close next to him.

It was only another moment before the doors opened, and they moved to stand in the center of the empty elevator. Jason winked at the attendant and wrapped a strong arm around Tim’s waist.

“Honeymoon suite,” Jason said.

His grip made Tim’s adrenaline spike, and if his voice was the sound of a motorcycle’s engine revving as the doors shut, his touch felt like racing through sloping hills in the middle of the night with the lights off, the pavement rushing up to meet the raw burn of tire.

The attendant gave a tired smile, but paid them no special interest nor sympathy for Tim’s personal crisis. He probably heard nothing but excited, trivial chatter from couples and families visiting the resort from all over the world.

It should not have been so difficult for Tim to slip into his character for this mission, but he found himself feeling awkward and unsure standing next to his partner. The dreamlike daze he’d been stuck in all morning was quickly fading away, leaving him restless and distracted. The gentle flux of the elevator did little to ease his nerves.

“Well, look,” Jason said into Tim’s ear, his lips almost brushing against his skin. “Isn’t that interesting?”

Tim stiffened, but turned his head to stare out the elevator’s back wall, which was made of strong plexiglass. He watched their target guide two men through the white, marble lobby below. They were well-dressed in expensive suits that stood out in the sea of Hawaiian florals, and each carried two leather duffel bags.

Mr. Javier Bello, The Shark.

He was the owner of the resort property they were currently staying and leader of an organized crime ring importing drugs into Gotham. Dick had been tracking him for the last six months, building a case backwards from Bludhaven and tracing crates back to this hotel. Red Hood worked in tandem, terrorizing the docks and blowing up every unreported shipment until one of Enrico Inzerillo’s men confirmed the connection.

And then Dick got caught up in something bigger than this with Damian, and despite the months of prep work and planning, Tim found himself thrown into the middle of the case, playing catch up and house with Jason, of all people.

Bello and his men disappeared from view, and Tim was left to ponder the negative space between his body and Jason’s, who hadn’t moved away after bending down to whisper into his ear.

Intimacy wasn’t a foreign concept to Tim, despite his track record. Affected intimacy was even less-so, as he’d played dozens of roles while on the job, including a hopelessly clueless boyfriend to an overzealous honeypot. It was something he’d trained for, something they’d all been exposed to at one time or another while working for Bruce.

But Tim had never had to work with someone he liked.

When the elevator dinged at their floor, the attendant offered to help with their luggage. Jason responded with a few words in Spanish, too quick and low for Tim to decipher the meaning. Whatever he’d said had made the older man laugh, his tired gaze sliding from beneath wrinkled eyelids to study Tim.

Jason was charming, but Tim had already known that. All of Bruce’s wardens knew how to turn it on and off; it was a practiced skill, like most things in their line of work. But Jason wore it almost too well, like a perfectly tailored suit or an expensive haircut. His playfulness went deeper, felt more natural, and Tim remembered why he’d never gotten into bed with Jason on something like this before.

It was too dangerous, how desperately Tim wanted all of it to be real. Wanted all of Jason’s warmth and his bitterness, his rage and his humor — even the slanted edge of his wolfish smile — all for himself.

When he pushed open the hotel door that led to their suite, Jason whistled. “Remind me to get hitched more often.”

A large, white bed sat at the center of the room, and Tim’s eyes skated past it with a sense of impending dread. Shiny wooden floors gave way to three floor-to-ceiling panes of glass leading out to a balcony that overlooked a small stretch of beach and miles of blue-green ocean.

A spacious, open bathroom rested to the right of the bed, separated by bamboo slats that made the room feel larger. Behind the divider was a porcelain bathtub, large enough to easily fit two people, and behind that, a small tiled shower. An unopened bottle of champagne chilled in a wooden bucket near the tub, two empty glasses waiting for them to toast to their eternal happiness.

Tim ignored it all.

Denial, at least, was something that he was infinitely good at practicing.

When he re-entered the main room, Jason was running his fingers through a line of red and pink rose petals that the hotel staff had arranged into a heart on their bed. The sight of such a cliched welcoming made Tim want to run and take the next flight out back to Gotham. But the way Jason pinched a soft, red petal between his fingers stirred every midnight thought that Tim had locked in the back of his mind, a warning breeze slipping between guilty pleasures that refused to wilt.

When Jason realized Tim was standing behind him, he lifted his head and grinned. “I think they want us to have sex,” he said, throwing a handful of flower petals at Tim’s head.

“Just check for bugs,” Tim ordered, hastily brushing the petals from where they had settled in his hair. He made a beeline for the balcony, and the sound of Jason’s warm laughter followed.

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Feel You On My Neck

Feel You on My Neck by awriterwrites

Harry’s drunk.  Harry’s drunk and there’s this guy.  This guy plastered to his back and if he could just get a cab…

Based on these lyrics:

Feel you on my neck while I’m calling a taxi
Climbing over me while I climb in the backseat
Now we’re taking off
Now we’re taking it off tonight

@vansandburberry had mentioned my fic recently in reply to someone saying they wanted a fic like this.  I wrote this about a year ago.  And I guess it’s still relevant!  It also happens to be one of my favorite head canons.  Enjoy!

Also…@waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee I’m addicted to photoset making now–thanks to you!

Watch on

I can’t stop laughing at the description lmao

anonymous asked:

Headcannon on how same-sex pairs are seen in different flights/by different breeds? And are there different opinions on male pairs vs. female pairs?

Not really sure myself since I don’t have too many headcanons on this but here’s what I got:

  • Pearlcatchers are all ‘EW GROSS’ at same-sex dragons who aren’t PCs. What’s funny however is that Pearlcatchers are perhaps one of (if not THE) breeds who has a high rate of occurrence of homosexuality (which is probably because they think they are the most superior breed blah blah etc etc so they don’t wanna do the dirty with anyone except for their own).
  • Plague Flight really doesn’t mind since life is often either very short or very brutal. Love whoever you love before it’s too late!
  • Guardians don’t mind same-sex relationships at all, especially if it’s with their Charge. In fact, it might bring them closer together as a result…~
  • Ridgebacks, if all involved parties give consent, may agree to some good ol’ ‘borrowing’ of mates. This activity is popular among bi-curious, bisexual, biromantic, pansexual, and poly ridgies. It can also be quite enjoyable for any dragon who is poly!
  • Lightning Flight has no time for relationships of any kind in the workspace! GET BACK TO WORK!
  • Ice Flight is almost the same as Plague Flight but male pairs are seen as very… Odd, to put it simply? It may depend on personality but most Ice males are seen as very solitary and will only stick around with somebody if they are a beloved mate or family member/friend (this is  stereotyping though!). Same-sex relationships between males are often regarded as strange as a result but are not discouraged or shunned, regardless of if they are from Ice Flight or not (unless a Pearlcatcher witnesses it but then again, PCs are judgmental about EVERYTHING that isn’t them).

That’s all I got really! If any followers want to add any headcanons to this, please feel free to reblog! <3

- Mod KK (who is really, really gay, ‘kay? I think about gay dragons a lot…)

why tf do te//rfs act like they’re some kind of oppressed group who gets excluded and aren’t respected like of course you’re excluded!!! you exclude trans women from everything and them and their allies don’t want you on their safe spaces!!! of course you aren’t respected!!! you’re disrespectful to trans women a million times over!!! people excluding te//rfs from their safe spaces and complaining about them is not at all comparable to the oppression of trans women!!!