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“Before structured shoes became prevalent in the 16th century … people walked with a different gait, pushing onto the balls of our feet instead of rocking forward on our heels.” And that’s your lesson on medieval body mechanics for today.

✿ ✿Boys in dresses✿ ✿
✿ ✿Boys in skirts✿ ✿
✿ ✿Boys in “feminine” blouses✿ ✿
✿ ✿Boys rocking heels✿ ✿
✿ ✿Boys in make-up✿ ✿
✿ ✿Boys expressing themselves✿ ✿
✿ ✿ ✿Boys in general✿ ✿ ✿

must’ve been born with two right feet

Nursey doesn’t usually go to these things alone. He can usually find a date - or at least a friend - to make everything a little less awkward. This is Jack and Bitty’s wedding, though, which means that all of his friends are already here. It also means that the only person he would want to bring as a date is already here, too, looking unfairly dapper in his grey suit.

He’s jumping around on the dance floor with Chowder and Farmer when the DJ announces that she’s switching over to a slow song, and he ducks out to sit down at the table.

He doesn’t mind sitting and watching the couples dancing, Chowder lifting Farmer off her feet to spin her around, Ransom with his face tucked into Holster’s neck, Jack leaning down so his forehead rests on Bitty’s, but he’s spent the whole damn day fantasizing about what might’ve been if he had the balls to just ask -

“Do you want to dance?”

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Bluebells

Summary: Dan just really wants to put flowers in Phil’s hair.
Word Count: 2,498
Warnings: none
A/N: Hello! I’ve had this image in my head of Phil with flowers in his hair for like 2 months straight and obv i needed to write about it since I can’t do art. This whole fic is basically just me gushing about how beautiful Phil is and I’m not even ashamed. See art for this fic here, here, here, here, and here

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There is a boy that makes Dan yearn to weave flowers into his hair every time he sees him. There is a boy with pale skin as white as snow and pretty blue eyes the colour of Bluebells. He has hair like the night sky and it sometimes glimmered in the light to form little galaxies. He wanted to thread Baby’s Breath through those pretty raven locks until his hair matches the colour of his eyes.

It was an addiction, an anomaly, something that does not normally cross Dan’s mind. Usually, he doesn’t see someone and want to thread flowers through their hair. Usually, he doesn’t think about flowers at all.

But then he saw him and he couldn’t stop himself from going home and studying the names of flowers that reminded Dan of him. Hyacinths and Marigold and Sweet Peas and Lavender, all melding into one to make the most beautiful man Dan had ever laid eyes on.

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@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha

anyhoo, onto the story:


Lance woke up with a sneeze.

He blinked his eyes open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly. Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.

Congested sinuses that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each movement? Check. 

Raw, sandpaper throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.

The strange sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.

Conclusion: Today is gonna suck.

If Lance were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable.  Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued. It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no matter how taxing it could be on his own body.

Lance steeled himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began to make his way down to the dining hall.

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its-basically-just-jo  asked:

Ok ok, so like, there was this one time I really wanted to try Hancock's clothes on so I traded with him, and I gave him my sequin dress to wear (I know 😂 ) and laughed and said "Yes yes this'll do." so I wore his clothes and we messed around, blah blah, and I found a pot and manage to put it on Hancock's head, so he just sexily walked around, rocking the dress and heels, pot head raisin. And once the pot fell off, he looked so fucking annoyed. [Hancock disliked that] [Hancock tolerates you]

this is the funniest shit

anonymous asked:

i'm giggling to myself bc i keep imagining that sasuke's and naruto's friendship starts bc sasuke learns that naruto has massive chakra reserves and he's just like "well /hello destruction/" and they probably become everyone's worst nightmare.

The first time Sasuke really notices Naruto is during their Academy class’s unit on sealing.

To be fair, it would be kind of hard to miss him after the way he shoves so much chakra into the exploding tag he’s supposed to be making that he blows up the back half of the classroom and launches himself about twenty feet into the air. A couple of the other kids are a bit singed, and they end up having to share a room with another class until the terminally overworked Mokuton user can fix the wall and ceiling, but Naruto wanders back in the next day looking sheepish and entirely unharmed.

Since Sasuke saw him take the brunt of the explosion, this is worthy of note. So is the fact that he managed to shove enough chakra into the tag to burn out the safety seal that was supposed to keep things like that from happening.

Under the cover of Iruka-sensei’s yelling, Sasuke looks down at the diagram on his paper, a jutsu that his father dismissed as unreasonable and unusable given normal human limits, and thinks, Huh.


“All your old designs?” Shisui says with some confusion when Sasuke tracks him down after class. He rocks back on his heels, eyeing Sasuke a little warily, and swipes ineffectually at an ink-stain on his cheek. “Yeah, I still have them—I wouldn’t throw them out after you gave them to me for safekeeping, brat.”

“I need them,” Sasuke says with determination. “All of them.”

Shisui blinks, then tilts his head, studying him for a moment. “You know the amount of chakra they need would kill most jounin,” he says, though it’s too curious to be an accusation. “I think even Sarutobi-sama might have trouble with some of them. You’ve got a habit of thinking big, kid.”

“Are you going to give them to me or not?” Sasuke demands crankily, because he’s got curfew in three hours and he still has to pick through his plans to find the easiest one and find Naruto.

“Of course.” Shisui sounds offended that he’d think otherwise. “They’re your designs, Sasuke. Check the hall closet, top shelf—Tenzō!”

Shisui’s boyfriend takes one look at the manic light in his eyes, the scrolls scattered over the breakfast table, and the ink smeared across his face, then blanches and turns right back around.

“No no no!” Shisui lunges after him, grabbing up his scrolls and vaulting clear over the table. “Tenzō, no, come back, I swear this one isn’t like last time, this is a brilliant idea, you will be blown away!”

“Urgent mission, ANBU called, I have to go!” Tenzō calls over his shoulder as he bolts.

Tenzō! That wasn’t even a convincing lie! Come on, you’re the only one in the village with Mokuton, you have to try this or my brilliance is wasted, it’s a gorgeous jutsu! Tenzō!”

Sasuke rolls his eyes as the yelling fades behind him and heads for the closet. The box with the jutsus his father rejected is right where Shisui said it would be, and Sasuke clutches it and thinks a little gleefully about the potential of even one of these jutsus, provided he can get Naruto to agree. The destructive power. The awesome might. The possible explosions.

(Somewhere deep in R&D’s basement Mikoto pauses in the middle of creating a devastating combination jutsu, and turns to smile fondly at the picture of her youngest son on the wall. She’s so glad he got more of her proclivities than Fugaku’s, even if her husband does tend to complain about the property damage more frequently since she introduced him to the wonders of explosive chakra techniques.)


Naruto is just heating up water for his nightly cup of ramen, halfway through trying to factor a new jumpsuit into his monthly budget while still having money for Ichiraku’s, when there’s a knock on his door. A little wary—because Hokage-jiji usually warns him when he’s going to drop by, and there’s no one else who visits Naruto—he pulls it open, and finds himself face-to-face with the weird nerd who spends pretty much all of their time in class drawing on big scrolls. Iruka-sensei yells at him to pay attention almost as much as he does Naruto, which automatically makes Naruto like him.

But he and Naruto have never even spoken before, so Naruto has no earthly idea what he’s doing here.

“Hello?” he asks.

The boy thrusts the shoebox he’s carrying at Naruto and says, “Your chakra reserves are amazing will you try my jutsus?”

This is, Naruto learns much, much later, the Uchiha equivalent of a marriage proposal.

Even if he’d known, he probably still would have lit up with glee and cried, “Yes!”


“Not a word,” Mikoto tells her husband as she ladles miso soup into five bowls instead of the usual four.

Fugaku rolls his eyes at her, ignoring her warning to offer, “I don’t think Kushina would have liked anything more than for you to take in her son.”

“And now we have an excuse,” Mikoto says triumphantly, waving the ladle like it’s a weapon to stab Danzō and the other Elders with. “We couldn’t approach him but they didn’t say anything about Sasuke now did they? Hah!”

“I think,” Fugaku says dryly, casting a glance at where Sasuke is looking halfway to manic as he explains one of his jutsus to a beaming Naruto, “that the Elders are very shortly going to have much bigger things to worry about.”

possessedbytheskiess  asked:

OMG, I love the way you write so much, your blog is awesome I just read everything lol Idk if the requests are open, but if they are can you do a SaeranxMC HC (or wathever format you prefer) of them falling in love during his recovery or how they fell for each other and started dating? Thank you! <3

~HNNNNFG MY  HEART. This hits me right in the feelies. Yes! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you like it! 


[SAERANxMC]

  • You had come to expect the silence 
  • You entered his room at the same time every morning only to be greeted by his back turned towards you on the bed 
    • “You don’t have to keep coming…I can handle it,” Saeyoung would tell you time and time again 
  • But there was something about Saeran that drew you to him 
  • And after learning about his past, you knew he needed as much support as he could get 
  • He was unresponsive 
  • And often times incredibly rude 
    • “Saeran…I brought you a smoothie,” you held it out for him, only to have it slapped from your hands and explode all over the floor of the hospital room 
    • “I don’t want your fucking smoothie, I want to be alone!”
  • Saeyoung rushed in to scold him but you stopped him
    • “It’s alright…it was an accident, Saeyoung. Right, Saeran?” He only scoffed and turned his back to you once more
  • In the beginning you’d bring stacks of books to read to him 
  • If he wasn’t going to talk then, well, you’d talk enough for the both of you 
  • Books on art and travel, intense novels. You could see him perk up a bit when he liked it
  • And his scowl when he didn’t 
  • One time Saeyoung caught Saeran looking through one of the books when he thought no one was around. That’s when he started to give you two more alone time 
  • And still 
  • Every morning, like clockwork, you came through the door 
  • And he’d never admit it at the time, but he started to look forward to your visits and your voice 
  • He even started to wake up in the mornings so he could be ready for you 
  • The silence lessened in time, Saeran started to be more talkative and ask questions 
    • “…say the castle was built somewhere in the thirteenth century-”
    • “Is there a picture?” Saeran cut off your reading
    • Hm? A picture?” you asked. 
    • “Yeah. In the book, dummy,” he pointed. 
    • It had just taken you by surprise. “Well, yeah, there is!” You flipped it around. “Look, isn’t it awesome?” 
    • Saeran nodded with a slight smile 
  • You soon moved from books to board games 
  • Come to find out, Saeran was really good and really fond of chess 
  • Much to your dismay, as you lost almost every time 
  • Saeran started to give you pointers and teaching you how to play better
  • One time while he watched you play Saeyoung, he stood up behind you, placing his hand on your own to keep you from moving your piece 
    • “No, don’t go there,” he slowly guided your hand to another spot. “Here, see?” 
    • Y-yeah, right,” you stuttered with a blush 
    • “Hey no cheating!” Saeyoung huffed before noticing Saeran’s hand on yours. “Oooh~ should I leave?” he teased 
    • “Shut up, idiot,” Saeran jumped back a bit and sat on the bed 
  • A few days before his release, he watched the clock but you didn’t show 
  • A surge of anxiety swept through him until Saeyoung finally walked in 
    • “Where is she?” Saeran tried his best to sound calm 
    • “Sick. Gave me this book to give to you, though,” he tossed it on the bed, “said she’d be better before your release and not to worry.” 
    • “I wasn’t.” Saeran sank back into his pillow with a knit brow 
  • But you didn’t come back 
  • And each day was more boring than the last without you 
  • He kept thinking of you walking through the door with that same dumb cute smile on your face 
  • The one that made his heart leap 
    • “That…idiot,” Saeran grumbled as he helped Saeyoung gather the last of his things from the hospital room 
    • “Is someone grumpyyy, missing your girlfriend?” Saeyoung made a pouty face in jest 
    • She said she’d be here…” he said it in little more than a whisper, as if talking to himself 
  • Saeyoung’s face fell at the sight of his brother looking so desolate 
  • You dragged yourself out of bed to answer the door, not expecting to see Saeran standing there, staring at you, while you were in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, crumpled tissues in hand 
    • “Oh wow, you look terrible,” he blurted out 
    • “…thanks...” you seethed, “I asked Saeyoung to tell you I’m sick and-”
    • “Shit, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just…” he took a deep breath, “you missed my discharge from the hospital today and…” he trailed off. 
    • “I’m so sorry about that, Saeran. I really wanted to be there it’s just, I can barely function right now,” you tried to laugh it off, hands desperate to fix the messy bun in your hair 
    • “Did you need some help or something? Have you eaten?” 
    • “Uh, a little bit,” you awkwardly rocked on your heels
    • “I brought you a smoothie,” he said hurriedly, thrusting it at you
    • “Thank you,” you smiled 
    • “And I have this–well, Saeyoung gave me this movie,” he waved it a bit, blushing mildly, “and, anyway…can I come in?” 

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A Lesson in Love (The Confrontation)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,036

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, this one is for Matt, the most fabulous resident I know, and all the other amazing residents who might be reading this.

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You sit in silence, nibbling on your bottom lip and tapping your foot against the carpeted floor. You’ve taken your fair share of difficult classes throughout the years, but nothing compares to the discomfort that comes with someone reading something that you’ve written. It’s as if all of your thoughts have been placed under a microscope, leaving every single imperfection out in the open for anyone to see. After taking this writing class, you have a newfound respect for all the authors who are willing to put their work out there.

“I must admit, I was a little apprehensive when you said that you were planning to scrap your initial idea and start afresh,” T’Challa says, carefully lowering your laptop onto the coffee table. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and propping his chin in his hand.

“And?”

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theragingthespian  asked:

if you're feeling it pal, supercorp and dancing. but tbh, i'll read anything you're up to writing

She realized she was in trouble sometime between Alex telling her that she had proposed to Maggie and the moment she helped with sending out the invitations—and by help she meant that she saved Alex and Maggie a small fortune on postage by delivering the invitations herself.

Or perhaps she realized she was in trouble when Alex sat her down one afternoon—many, many months after the Daxamite invasion—and told her that she needed help choosing a song to dance to.

(“Can it be ‘N Sync?” Kara had asked, laughing when Alex didn’t even acknowledge her question.

“Maggie got all the fun jobs,” she’d muttered petulantly. “Choosing venue and catering is easy but everyone’s going to judge the first song we dance to.”

“I’ll judge if the food isn’t good,” Kara had tried helpfully. Alex didn’t deign to dignify that with a response.)

Though really, she realized she was in trouble when Winn helpfully pointed out that Kara couldn’t dance.

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Empty Libraries

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Request: Could you do something fluffy w Lin, idk why but could you?- anon

Summary: “you’re talking to yourself in a silent library about how much you hate studying and how you’re going to fail, need help? i just so happen to major in that subject and oh shit, you’re really cute”

Warnings: first fic? otherwise just lots of fluff and a little awkward Lin.

A/N: have fun, and I’d really appreciate feedback!

Word Count: 1929

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Flowers and Inks

Prompt: “I work at a flower shop and you’re a tattoo artist from across the street and you always come in here to practice drawing flowers and you’re really hot” AU by @aesocias.

Word Count: About 3,900.

Warning(s): Swearing, cheesy flower symbolism, all the fluff.

Author’s Note: Modern AU; Sirius Black x Reader. I’m just going to admit that this isn’t my best work and I’m sorry. But I hope you enjoy, nonetheless! Working on a Remus one next. :)

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