remember when they used to hate each other

some nice romance free keith and shiro headcanons

  • shiro was an avid couponer pre-kerberos and used to just give keith sandwich bags full of coupons to use “it’s a 7 boxes for three dollars special on hamburger helper” “shiro i hate hamburger helper”
  • keith is constantly constantly turning the light off when he leaves a room even though shiro is still in there
  • keith and shiro have lots of inside jokes because they knew each other pre-voltron 
  • they have a secret handshake but it’s really embarrassing and keith hates doing it - “you were stranded on an alien ship for a year how do you even remember this”
  • the only person allowed to touch keith’s hair is shiro when he does his patented dad hair ruffle™ 
  • shiro frequently and very loudly expresses his disapproval of keith living in a desert shack alone for a year- “you know because if you live in the desert by yourself like someone i know you might get stung by a scorpion and die like an asshole ” “just say my name shiro everyone knows you’re talking about me”
  • alien: insults shiro - keith: say that again you fucking punk i’ll rip your intestines out so what if you’re 9 feet tall and have laser eyes  - shiro: carrying keith away while keith continues to talk shit
  • shiro feels really shitty a lot of the time but he’s always trying to keep it together, keith knows better so he reminds shiro to get some rest and to eat and stuff 
  • shiro: i didn’t raise you to be this petty keith: actually you did
  • keith is constantly making jokes about not having a family and being an orphan because he Doesn’t Care but he lives for shiro’s scandalized expression
  • when shiro is really mad he calls keith by his first and last name and it instills fear into keith’s very bones
  • keith: roasts someone out of the blue shiro: i apologize on behalf of my son
  • keith is naturally a loner so the other paladins have fun a lot without him and shiro is always trying to get him to join them because he’s a really nice kid and he wants to see him be happy with friends
  • shiro is the only person who 100% knows about keith being autistic and he checks in with him to make sure he’s not overstimulated or on the verge of a meltdown/shutdown
  • shiro has blackmail on keith for embarrassing things he’s done 
  • one of the embarrassing things is crying at the lorax movie 
  • this is his secret weapon but keith never gives him a reason to use it
  • shiro goes out and yells at the others if they’re being too loud and he notices keith getting agitated 
  • shiro tried to do that thing with keith where you put cucumbers on your eyes to decrease puffiness but keith just. ate the cucumber slices.
  • *a really stressful day on the ship* keith: in a bad mood shiro: hands keith a snickers shiro: you’re not you when you’re hungry
  • sometimes when shiro is having a really bad day keith will hug him and he’s really bad at it it’s like having a suitcase placed on your back and it cheers shiro up because he knows keith doesn’t like hugging people or being Soft but he’s trying to make him feel better and shiro appreciates that
  • shiro: hey i saw you smile at lance earlier and-  keith: not. another. word.
  • sometimes keith falls asleep on the couch and shiro picks him up and brings him to his bed and tucks him in
  • shiro keeps trying to teach keith japanese and keith is like “for the last time no i have enough trouble with english” bonus: keith eventually picks up on a few phrases and says them without warning and it makes shiro So Happy
  • when someone says something ridiculous they give each other the Are You Fucking Serious stare
  • “you’re not my dad!” *dramatic gasp* “why did you all do that he’s literally not my dad.”
  • they play checkers a lot
  • keith: shiro i know bigfoot is real i know it shiro: i know buddy
  • shiro, putting a hand on each of keith’s shoulders: calm  
  • shiro: tells a joke keith: haha oh shiro you’re so funny someone else: tells the same joke keith: that was the worst joke i’ve ever heard
  • shiro tries to tell the group jokes and keith always ruins it because he calls out the punchline before anyone else has a chance because he’s heard him tell those jokes so many times
  • keith is constantly revealing minorly embarrassing things about shiro to the others - ”did you guys know shiro loves the song “never gonna give you up” - ”one time shiro bought ten pairs of crocs” - ”one time shiro literally slipped on a banana peel” - ”shiro knows every word of the hannah montana pilot” 
  • keith loves cats and back at the garrison shiro finds keith with like. 9 cats one day bc apparently they’re all his Children and he feeds them secretly and keith is like :0 bc he’s petting like all of the cats at once and shiro has Discovered him and they’re named things like mocha and tetris
  • every time keith backtalks shiro shiro goes “i can’t believe you’re doing this to the guy who brought you to see three days grace four times”
  • keith: kicks an alien’s ass  shiro internally: they grow up so fast
  • they argue a lot because shiro was raised to not wear shoes in the house and keith just. sleeps with his shoes on like a barbarian
  • shiro firmly believes hotdogs are sandwiches and it makes keith so mad one time shiro said that and he just got in his lion and left
A Note To Fanfiction Writers

I think it’s hilariously awful how little confidence fanfiction writers have in their own abilities and how harsh on themselves they are.

Some days when I’m especially down in the dumps, I get convinced my writing sucks and no one likes it. I enviously watch as other writers appear to breeze around with amazing stories and flawless writing, and I wonder how they do it - how they can lead these perfect fanfiction writer lives where everyone loves their stories and everything they write is gold.

And then the next day you see those same writers posting on Tumblr about how shitty their writing is, how much they hate it, and how inadequate they feel when they compare themselves to others.

It’s hard to remember when you’re feeling low - but we all feel like that. We all get envious of each others writing, we all get sad about reviews or reblogs, and we all believe with complete conviction that our writing is terrible and everyone else is better than us.

It’s not true - we should all be proud of ourselves and our stories. We should celebrate our writing and the writing of every writer in our fandom. Everyone has those horrible days when you want to give up and walk away - but remember that it passes, and that the fanfiction writer you’re comparing yourself to is probably going to feel the same way as you do a week from now.

So the next time you start to feel low just remember that your work is amazing! It’s art and you should be proud of yourself! 

It’s not a competition.

I’m not sure if you still remember me, but let me introduce myself again to you. We used to love each other before. You used to trace my spine and lighten up my world with your smile. We were perfect back then, but everything was ruined. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to win you back. I just want to exhaust the remaining things about you, inside.
You know what, I still hate you after all those years. It’s been six years, to be exact. And every single day, I hate your existence. When there’s a time that I reminisce our past, it makes me feel sick. I don’t know what made me fell in love with you in the first place and how everything went from good to worse. You were the worst thing that ever happened to me.
I hate you for being so selfish and never tried to shut your mouth and let me win an argument. You didn’t hold my hand and stop me from leaving for that night. You just let me walk away and made me feel that you never loved me. You think only about your happiness, you never paid attention to my details. You never asked if I’m still happy, you think only about yourself.
I hate you for painting my world with your colors and made me used to love them. And now you were gone, it makes me insane because I see them every day. I tried to hide everything through smiles, but my eyes never stopped bleeding them. There’s no way I could escape because you planted flowers inside my chest and it continues to breathe your stupid name. I couldn’t breathe on my own.
I hate you for making me believe in your promises that you will stay, no matter what happens.
I hate you for being a part of my life, for scarring my heart with your love. You build walls around me with your kindest words and now that you were in love with someone else, I don’t know how to climb up, explore the world and start all over again. I’m afraid to jump on my own because you made me believe that fear won’t exist if you were here. I’m still afraid.
I hate you for making me in love with your favorite song. After six years, it’s still playing in my head.
I hate you, let me move on.
—  E.J. Cenita, A Letter For Someone I Hate The Most

unclezeebs  asked:

Hey, so I used to think that, considering the last Dwemer was off exploring another dimension when the rest of the Dwemer disappeared, some sort of malfunctioning interdimensional tech threw them into another plain of existence. But I recently read something along the lines that using Kagrenac's tools on Lorkhan's Heart may have disintegrated their entire race. What really happened to them?

The disappearance of the Dwemer is a long-solved mystery in TES lore, and not too hard to understand, so long as you remember the following concepts:

-The creation of Nirn robbed the initial spirits who made of it of their immortal, nonlinear forms. 

-The dwemer really really REALLY fucking hated this.

-The dwemer can communicate with each other telepathically, it’s a skill called the Calling.

-The dwemer do not believe in the divines and other godlike beings. They believe they EXIST, but that those powers are not absolute and more importantly, can be recreated.

So, the dwemer sought to create a way to ascend by their own hand: a new god powered by the Heart of Lorkhan that the dwemer would then collectively merge with, transcending mortality and becoming what they all secretly wanted to be.

This is of course, the Brass God Numidium.

Unfortunately, during the battle of Red Mountain when the Chimer attacked the Dwemer for doing this whole shebang in the first place, chief foremer Kagrenac tried to expedite the process before the Tribunal + Nerevar could burst through the front door and properly slap him with a rubber dildo or whatever Vivec does to people. He attempted the soul-bonding process early, and fucked it up. Throughout his entire race a Call went out for ascension, but rather than being a proper component, they became an imperfect one. They are now its divine angry skin, constantly causing it to stomp around and metaphysically scream about how the world shouldn’t exist. With an entire race vehemently believing so, those denials become reality.

So there’s your answer: the dwemer became the skin of a giant angry manbaby tantrum robot.

giving up


I’m sorry I can’t answer to each and one of you anymore, I really would if I had the luxury of time but I also don’t want to clog up my blog anymore that it already is. 

I’d never expect my art to get so viral but at the same time I’m really glad it did because it meant that I’ve successfully managed to get my message across to a good amount of people. 

I just want you to know that I am just as devastated as the people in the US are even though I practically live on the other side of the world. I strongly believe this affects each and every individual, and to a economical and political extent, it does affect all other countries. It matters to care.

But most importantly, remember that in times like these, it’s important to always give love and compassion despite the outcomes. Please do not drive anymore hate when that’s the current state of the world. We only live once in this world and we only have one. As cheesy as that sounds, we should really treasure what we have now. 

To those who have shown their endless support in not just my art but also in the recent events, thank you. Likewise, I hope that my art has managed to share some positivity that I’d like to generate as much as possible.

For now, we should move forward and keep our spirits high and our hearts strong. My heart continues to go out to all those who are struggling in this hard time. 


okay, final thoughts on this mess.

while it’s true that we need to “keep fighting”, it’s important to remember that we’re not fighting people. we’re fighting hateful ideas and ignorance.

we need to educate & listen to each other. yes even (and especially) when the other person is a huge bigot, because we’re never going to change their mind by making fun of them. 

we need to explain and educate and fight the problem, not the people.

honestly i feel kinda bad for trump supporters. they’re worried and scared and genuinely think they’ve done a good thing.
we need to learn from this election that we’re not gonna change any of that by hating them or ignoring them. unfortunately. that would be a lot easier.

this fight requires a lot of work and conversation with people you don’t wanna talk to.

and i hate to say it, but the same thing goes for afd voters! it’s nice to just say fuck them they’re idiots. it’s nice and easy and feels good. 

but the uncomfortable truth is that that’s not going to get us anywhere. 

remember that time when this fandom was nice and supportive of each other. And when the fandom respected the cast and didn’t hate on the POCs like they are right now. I used to be so proud of being part of this fandom because we never had any drama, all we did was ship 35 ships cause they were all so shippable and just wrote cute messages about the cast. And now it’s one drama after another, I thought we might reach here because no fandom is perfect, it all goes to shit one day or another, but I didn’t expect it happen just months after the show aired. 

I’m just very very disappointed right now. The fans of twitter calling Matt, Dom and Harry trump supporters just because they didn’t tweet about it. Please get over yourself. The fans using the term ‘rice’ as a derogatory term against a asian man of colour, that’s just disgusting, please stop. Please, just be kind and love each other, because this world is full of hate right now, please don’t transfer it into our fandom.  

Fuck You

[prompt: dnp hate each other and then have the “I hate you” “I hate you too” *passionate making out* and maybe more… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) fluff at the end would be amazing. tysm, ily!!xx]

holy shit i haven’t written for a long time im so sorry its been 2 months omg (also, i kinda altered the prompt! they don’t hate each other they just argue all the time)

also!!!!! remember!!!!!! even though dan and phil in this fic didn’t use a safeword, remember to always have a safeword with your partner no matter what kind of kinky shit or how angry you are or even though you or your partner says “i can take it”!!!!!!!! use it when you need to and never be afraid to bc your partner wants you to be safe!!!!! and if your partner doesnt stop after you’ve said the safeword multiple times, get away from them and/or if needed, call the cops!!!!!!!

[Contains: rough sex (like no joke), dom!phil, sub/powerbottom!dan, name calling, face fucking (shit yall), facial (nah m8 they didnt go to a spa), slight angst, maybe some fluff]

Excerpt: Phil slowly pulls his cock out, tapping the head of it on Dan’s lips, “Mm, lips so soft… Ready to suck my cock or even kiss my lips… Or maybe to kiss my ass.”

Dan shoves Phil, sitting up, “Fuck you.”

Phil chuckles, “Fuck you too, baby…”


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Little realization: I’m marring my FWB.

He was definitely not supposed to be more than that. I remember us having the, “I don’t want a relationship,” conversation. Neither of us did, we just enjoyed each other’s company. I remember we had been seeing each other for a few months, we were laying in bed laughing about something, and he said, “Oh my god I love you— Wait… No I don’t. I didn’t say that. I actually hate you.” I remember him taking me on a date when we were absolutely not a couple. Nope, we were just friends. He opened the doors for me, held my hand, kissed me in public, took me for a walk on the bridge, but we were just friends. I remember how we would stay up until the early hours of the morning just talking about everything: music, books, movies, SciFi, family, life. We would stay up all night and some nights we would just fall asleep together. I remember being out with my friends and they asked me how things were going and I said, “I can’t believe this… But I think I’m in love with him.” I’m marrying this man. This was not supposed to happen. We were just supposed to be friends and he just went and ruined it by being a perfect match for me. What a jerk. I love him.

I hate those “I promise I won’t leave you” moments. I remember when I promised I wouldn’t leave you. You promised you wouldn’t leave me. But now look at us, we both left each other. We broke our promise, together. I’m not sure what hurts the most. Is it me breaking my promise? Was it you breaking yours? Was it the fact you never stopped me when I left? I just don’t know. I do know that if you were different, then maybe, just maybe we could had been together forever. Not now my love. You pushed me away. So far that I could no longer hold on to you. It hurt to hold on but it also hurt to let go. I really wish I didn’t leave you. Of course I still love you. Actually, I also hate you. I hate how I still fucking love you after all you did to me. I gave you everything. I would have done fucking anything for you. How could you have been so stupid to not realise that? I’m telling you now, you will never, I mean never find anyone who would put up with your shit for as long as I did. I must have been insane. But now look at me. Just look at what you’ve done to me. You have fucking broke me. You’ve fucking hurt me so much. You forced me to leave you. Why did you do that you piece of shit I would have been there for you. Through thick and thin. And now, now I’m drowning in words I’ve never used. I’m swimming through thoughts no one has ever made me feel. Look at me, I can’t even function. Oh god, please just please stop this. I want you out of my head. I love you but I hate you, you fuck.
—  vagueality // the things that keep me awake #1

anonymous asked:

do you remember when Chloe shoots Frank and doesn't ask/demand Max use her rewind or try to guilty her into doing it? her first and only concern is taking responsibility for it and protecting Max from the conequences. why do people not like her???

Originally posted by meanwhileongiphy

Most people are used to see only bad things in other people. Not everyone, of course.

Each one of us have a good side and a dark side. I like to see both good and dark, but I won’t hate someone because of his/her dark side. That would be hypocrite. 

Chloe can be merciless sometimes. However, that merciless can be honesty too. It depends on how you understand it.

I rather have a friend who says what she is thinking to my face, that a fake one who smiles and then nail my back with a knife.

I hate and love long distance friendships so much.

I hate them because when I have this sudden needing to hold them, to hug them, to do things with them, I remember the miles between us. I remember that they’re 1500 miles away. I remember we won’t be able to see each other in person for a long time, if we can get the money for it. I remember that they have other friends and other responsibilities. I remember they might not be able to talk all the time, or want to.

Yet I love them, because we can learn about the other. We can grow stronger as human beings, together. I can learn all about them, about their feelings, about the little things about them, about how they see the world, how they see themselves, and why they are the way they are. We can be so close, even though we’re so very far. We can mold into one person even though we’ve never met in person before. We learn about their habits, and form the same ones. We help fix each other when the other is breaking down. We are there for the other, even though not physically. And all the bad things about long distance gets forgotten by the good. At the end of the day, all that matters is that you have them.

—  Long distance.

Joyeux Anniversaire!

It’s been a wild year lmao, y'all remember when the first Korean dub episode came out and everyone was just waiting for some saint from above to at least upload the episode but when they did we were all stumped bc the majority of us didn’t speak a lick of Korean

Y'all also remember when someone (I think it was the uploader or someone else who spoke korean ) made a translation post?? Or when people actually subbed the episodes but with commentary that just pure gold… good times, good times.

Y'all remember when the Valintines day episode came out (lol I do that was the first time I stayed up til 4 am on a school night) and we all ate that episode up??

Or what about in the earlier days when we all assumed Marinette and Chat would dislike/hate each other just bc we forgot they were friends in and out of the costume (and cus ladrien was the win/win senario) but then the Evillustator episode aired and Marichat bc the sinship overnight??

Omg- how could I just leave out that time the French version of the theme song came out and that was all the we listened to for a week or maybe more (so we could sing along) we died with the duet let’s be real.

Good times, good times…

It’s been a wild year my dudes and here’s to many more

Remember when (Sashay)

Remember when they went “Black Swan

Remember when Shay kept the Emison coke bottles and put them in her dressing room

Remember when they were being all cryptic and made us hate the word ”soon

Remember when Shay randomly went on twitter with the sole purpose of killing us

Remember when they kept calling each other ”babe

Remember when Shay gave Sasha nightmares

Remember when they gave us a vivid image of Emison children in the most disturbing way

Remember when Shay confessed that her favorite girl to make out with on the show is Sasha

Remember when they kept testing our patience

Remember when Sasha came out with her hormone imbalance and Shay was being all supportive

Remember when they were being actual dorks bts

Remember when Shay didn’t think wishing Sasha a ”Happy Birthday“ once was enough

Remember when they went all nostalgic about Emison

Remember when Sasha gave us her opinion on ”straight Alison

Remember when they introduced Elder Mitchell and Ethel

Remember when Shay was digging Sasha’s moves

Remember when they wouldn’t stop taking selfies together just so they could watch us die

Remember when Shay couldn’t stop touching Sasha’s thigh

Remember when they couldn’t resist to mention Emison when Sasha got engaged

Remember when they supported the fanart

Remember when Shay gave us her opinion on Alison and Rollins together

Remember when they were actual models together

#12. They couldn't remember a time when they weren't scared.

Harry Potter: Draco Malfoy

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What They’ve Become


He remembers panicking as he claws his way to the surface. He can’t think straight he’s driven purely by emotion - survive, survive, survive. When he breaks through that’s when a different emotion pulls him forward, a scarier one, one he hates but can’t help. It’s hunger, never like the kind he’s felt before. He want’s to scratch his own throat out, to ease the pain but then he hears it, the pulse of blood rushing through his best friend’s veins. It’s no longer his throat he wants to rip out, its hers.

The thought will later disgust him, fill him with such despair at this monster he’s become. He wants to hate Clary for choosing this for him. But he can’t. He wants to hate Jace but he has a feeling he knows which option Jace would’ve picked for him. Not out of malice, but because to him that would be the best option. Instead he hates Raphael.

“You’re a monster”

Simon’s almost proud at the look of hurt that crosses the elders face. He wants Raphael to know how much he hates him for doing this. For giving Clary the option. For saving his life. Though it’s now technically his afterlife. He’s dead (undead). He can’t live like this. He’s not even alive

“I’m a monster!”


And Simon does. He looks at the vampire in front of him. He looks at his dark hair. He looks at his handsome features and full pink lips. He looks at his throat and is actually relieved not to hear a pulse. Raphael is flawless in how he looks but his eyes hold his every flaw on display, the feelings of ‘I’ve been there’. Windows to the soul. Do vampires even have souls. When Simon dies  (for real this time) will his soul ascend or is there none left to go anywhere, heaven or hell.

His thoughts are moving too fast and so is he. He doesn’t even know where he’s going but he thinks if he runs fast enough he’ll outrun them. He knows it’s a fruitless effort but for now he needs to get away. From Clary and Jace and the grave they dug for him. He needs to get away from Raphael. Before he starts believing the things he’s trying to tell him.


Simon doesn’t know what he agreed to when he pledges his loyalty to Raphael. He thinks he’ll be forced to spend all his time with the vampire clan, brooding in Hotel Durmont. Except that;s not what happens, at all.
It’s… it’s not bad. It’s not ideal. Ideally Simon would never find out about the shadowworld and he would still be … well alive but it’s not bad. Raphael, at the start, is not a patient trainer. Simon needn’t have worried about being stuck in the Hotel Durmont as every training session would end with Raphael telling him to take a walk. It’s a week’s worth of walks before he finally works up the nerve to go to Luke. Simon’s not stupid okay, he knows walking into a wolves den is a dumb idea but it’s that or hanging in the cemetery near the hotel and he’s not about to be that kind of vampire.

After his excursion with Luke he returns to the Hotel with bullet holes in his shirt and a smile on his face. It feels like the first time since this entire mess that he’s genuinely enjoyed himself. Pretending to be a psychopath and then pretending to die being the funnest thing he’s done in a while may be toeing the line of self deprecation at it’s finest but he’s not about to over think it. He wants to enjoy the moment as long as he can.

Except fate, or better yet, Raphael has other ideas about how Simon should find entertainment. He gets grilled on the bullet holes (“You let him shoot you!”) and then on the wolves (“I’d ask if any of them hurt you but clearly I have my answer”) and then he gets yelled at (“HOW COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY KNOWN YOU’D SURVIVE THAT?” “Well..” “SHUT UP”), then he gets yelled at in Spanish (“¿TIENE ALGUNA IDEA DE LO ESTÚPIDO QUE ERES?”).He eventually gets let go with a long suffering sigh and the threat of “If you don’t start taking care of yourself I will make sure you’ll value your life next time”. Which is one of the most aggressive forms of promoting self-worth that Simon’s ever experienced.

He’s lying in his bed that night (well technically day), going over Raphael’s words. He  thinks about what he was trying to say (well … yell) and Simon gets the weird idea that  Raphael may actually care about him. The realistic part of his brain realizes Raphael would actually be in trouble if he’d let Simon die. Clary would totally avenge his death and she’s scary when she wants to be. The part of his brain that’s clinging to any form of humanity idly wonders if Simon’s rubbed off on Raphael. If Raphael actually has a soft spot for him. It’s a practically school-yard levels of crushing on someone but Simon enjoys it. Enjoys the complicated-ness of the feeling. It’s hard to pinpoint. It doesn’t drive him against his will like everything else he’s been feeling lately.

He goes to sleep that night(day) and dreams, for once not the darkness of his grave but of Raphael’s dark hair. Or more specifically, running his fingers through Raphael’s dark hair.

At this point he should be having a sexuality crisis but thats such a human thing to worry about.

Good thing he’s not human.


Training sessions become a lot easier after the whole Luke-shooting-him thing. Simon learns to rail himself in a little more. Not having his fangs spring out the moment he gets slightly excited is nice. The hunger, thats a little tougher to control but he gets there. It’s gruelling hours of sitting still while a glass of blood is placed right in front of him. And he’s not allowed touch it.

He fails instantly the first time Raphael practices this with him. However after a few more tries his willpower gets stronger. It takes longer for him to crack each time. Raphael said he was impressed at one point. Simon barely bites back telling him that concentrating on Raphael’s voice instead of the blood makes it easier. Instead he accepts the compliment with a (thankfully) fangless smile before they move on to sparring.


“Interim Chapte–WHAT?” Simon exclaims, he can not believe this. “You heard me” Raphael says, his smirk is so big Simon wants to punch it off his face. With his mouth, because Raphael looks infuriatingly hot when he smirks. “What does- What does that even mean?” Simon asks incredulously.

“It means you’ll be assisting me with my duties” Raphael replies, still looking so fucking smug. Simon calls total bullshit.

“Y'know some people might think you made up that title to keep me around” Simon spits that out because he apparently can’t stop himself from digging his own verbal grave.

“Stops you from getting involved in Shadowhunter business” Raphael shrugs and Simon so hates him right now but he hates himself more for what comes out of his mouth next.

“Nah I think you just like having me around”

Raphael actually hesitates before throwing out a “Don’t flatter yourself”. And well if there’s anything Simon Lewis is good at it’s being given an inch and taking a mile.

“No you totally like me. You think I’m the best. You think I’m handsome and witty an-”

“Don’t push it fledgling” Raphael growls and Simon knows he’s getting under the elders skin.

“That’s Interim Chapter-whatsamajig to you” Simon corrects him and for a moment it’s very silent before Simon notices Raphael’s lip twitch and HOLY SHIT HE’S SMILING. Like real smiling not that stupid fucking 'i’m-better-than-thou’ smirk he always has on.

Before Simon can comment on the miracle that just happened right before his very eyes Raphael gives him a shove and leaves as fast as he came.

Holy Shit.

This is the best day of Simon’s Undead Life.


They’re totally bros now. Really they are. Simon makes Raphael watch movies with him and Raphael shows him cool places to visit at night without any mundies around. Y'know bro things that bros do. Bros share clothing right? So Raphael wont mind if he borrows the suit. Because they’re bros now. Totally bros.


“Is that my suit?”

Simon’s fucked.


Simon flops down next to Raphael. If he needed to breathe he’d be totally out of breath by now.

“Y'know…” Simon starts, breaking the comfortable blissed-out silence.

“Dios not even sex can shut you up” Simon elects to ignore that comment.

“That suit looks way better on the floor than it did on either of us” He finishes before looking over to gauge Raphael’s reaction. Raphael glances at the suit then over to Simon. He cracks a small little genuine smile and Simon can almost feel his heart doing loop-di-loops. “I can’t disagree with that” He says and Simon’s own smile is almost painfully big at this point.

“Finally something we agree on”

“I wouldn’t go that far. I mean the suit would look nicer if it was properly stored in my clos-” Simon shuts him up with a kiss. Now’s not the time for arguing. Or anything that isn’t them and what they’ve become.

anonymous asked:

i hate that this supergirl thing has actually started to drive wlw apart. like i get why bc i dislike flo too, but it sucks to see former clexas yelling queerbait at each other and looking down on people that still haven't gotten over clexa. remember when fandom used to bring us together?

deadass lmao. im so over this its the reason i rlly hate polls bc people truly show their ugly side


Arya Meme: 10 Scenes (2/10)

Remember the sigil of our House, Arya.”

“The direwolf,” she said, thinking of Nymeria. She hugged her knees against her chest, suddenly afraid.

“Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm.”