ruins situations

  • Raphael Santiago is not just your pure and precious cinnamon bun. 
    • He does not revolve around Simon Lewis. 
      • He is a full grown vampire with a full time job juggling multiple dangerous factions in an attempt to preserve his clan and his own power
      • He is extremely intelligent and ambitious. 
      • He has a short temper. 
      • Sometime he can be a bit of a jerk
    • He’s not a villain, but he’s not a precious innocent puppy who has done no wrong either. Stop infantalizing him. 
    • Contrary to popular belief, he did not take Simon in purely out of the goodness of his heart. Keeping Simon around allowed him to keep power out of Camille’s hands. 
    • Simon was well aware of this. They might have liked each other, but they both had multiple motives for sticking around and they were both manipulating each other. 
  • That’s the entire point of 1x13 scene. Everyone is wrong. Simon is putting the clan in danger by releasing Camille, but Raphael is putting the world in danger by not allowing them to talk to her. Clary and Isabelle are far too blase with vampire lives because they’re thinking too big picture, Raphael is thinking more short term and doesn’t recognize the threat Valentine poses. 
  • Characters are flawed and their flaws play off of each other. No one makes the right choices all the time. 
  • Raphael isn’t an altruistic angel, he’s a person. A very smart, stubborn, somewhat selfish person. 
  • Please stop pretending he’s a darling romantic who swooped out of the night to save poor babby Simon. That’s ignoring so much of the snarky beauty that is Raphael Santiago, and simplifying a complicated and emotionally heavy ship. 
Roommates with Reid

Y/N loved living with Spencer Reid. When she’d seen an ad looking for a roommate for a beautiful 2-bed-and-sunroom apartment in Washington, DC with a member of the FBI for as little as he was asking, she had almost passed it up entirely. But the prospect had been too good to be true, so she’d visited the beautiful space. Wood floors and bookshelves built into the walls of the living room, a large entertainment system in front of the most comfortable, olive suede couch and not-quite-matching chairs that went together beautifully. The kitchen had swirled granite countertops and a cutting board island and was huge, with stainless steel appliances- and it looked like it was hardly used. There was artwork on the walls. She didn’t see into Spencer’s bedroom, but she did see his immaculately decorated office and the spacious empty room that was up for grabs and could see how her things would fit perfectly. 

The minute she walked in, she knew she wanted to live there. The absolutely gorgeous man with shaggy brown hair, day three facial hair, killer jawline and shy smile who opened the door didn’t hurt either. Apparently he didn’t need a roommate but wanted some company- someone to come home to when he was at home- so he was charging much less than he could. Y/N took to him instantly and he had offered to let her move in whenever she wanted. He had even brought his coworker Derek Morgan to help move her things from her previous apartment. 

That had been 2 months ago and Y/N loved living with Spencer Reid. He was a courteous roommate who travelled frequently but was a home-body when he was home. He barely cooked but appreciated openly when Y/N cooked for him- which was often as she enjoyed it and he not only helped with groceries but often spent time with her in the kitchen while she cooked- regaling her with stories of his time at the FBI, about his friends and his mother and about anything she could think to ask about. The only problem was- Y/N was falling for Spencer, hard. She’d known moving in with a hot genius was probably not the smartest idea, but she found herself bailing on dates to hang out with Spencer at home and gushing about him to her friends. They all rolled their eyes because he barely spoke when they were around and it was definitely not good form to hook up with your roommate. 

Spencer, too, had known he shouldn’t let Y/N move in. He’d opened the door the day she came to view the apartment and had been caught off guard instantly by her effortless beauty. As they’d talked more, she only grew more charming. He didn’t have an explanation, but her voice sounded like honey. He had the overwhelming feeling that she tasted of honey, and wanted nothing more to find out. Even so, he’d found himself offering to let her move in and even bribed Derek into helping her move. Derek had been far less cranky when he actually met Y/N and Spencer was happy to realize she wasn’t putty in his hands like most women.  

Now, he was head over heels for her. He had never been so physically attracted to a person in his life. And she was becoming his best friend. He didn’t know how long he could keep these feelings inside, but he also didn’t want to ruin the best living situation he’d ever found himself in. He loved coming home to Y/N.

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It turns out, he didn’t have to wait long. One Friday evening in early April, after he’d spent the whole day fielding questions about Y/N from JJ, Garcia, and Prentiss and realized just how important she was to him, he walked into his apartment to the sounds of soft moans. At first, he was surprised; then he realized that they were coming from Y/N’s room. Fuck. He was embarrassed to note that he felt his penis respond before his brain could catch up. Y/N was pleasuring herself; the sexiest woman he had ever met was having her way with herself in the apartment they shared and Spencer could do nothing about it. The cruelest of ironies. 

Spencer knew he was home earlier than usual, but he hadn’t expected this. He briefly wondered if he should turn around and spend the next hour or so in a coffee shop trying not to think about Y/N and the noises he’d always imagined her making. But then, he heard it- the most enchanting sound he’d ever heard. It made him stop in his tracks and lose completely control of his thoughts. His erection strained against his pants, threatening to break free, he was so hard.
“Oh Spencer, yes,” came Y/N’s breathy moan.  

In that moment, Spencer decided to do something so out of character, he swore his penis was making the decisions. Trying not to overthink it, he tossed his bag, jacket, and tie on the couch, kicked his shoes and socks off and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. Then, he walked down the hall to Y/N’s room. It was quiet and he worried he had missed his opportunity. 

“Spencer,” came Y/N’s voice from inside, but it wasn’t a moan like before. She was speaking. She was actually calling out to him. He waited a moment to be sure, and she repeated, “Spencer, I know you’re out there.”

“Y/N?” Spencer responded timidly. He had been about to storm into her room and see if she wanted to make whatever she was fantasizing about a reality. Now, with her speaking to him, he realized how completely ridiculous that seemed and simply felt awkward and uncomfortable answering. How much did she know he had heard? 

“Come in here, Spence?” she asked softly, and no matter how awkward it was, Spencer could never deny her. 

“Uh, hi, Y/N,” he said, opening the door slightly and glancing at her. She was lying on her bed in what seemed to be a light pink silk nighty with lace trip on the bottom, her hair sprawled around her. His eyes immediately flew to the floor, but he was thankful to have that image of her saved in his memory.

“You heard me, right? You were headed this way,” Y/N asked softly. She didn’t seem shy or awkward, just curious.

“Uhm, yeah- yes. I’m-I’m sorry, I uh came home a little early and um well I couldn’t help but hear but um I was going to leave but then I heard uhm my name and I sort of froze and then I wanted to uh actually I don’t know but…but I just couldn’t not do something,” Spencer stammered, jumbled and quickly so it almost seemed like he’d said one long word.

“So,” Y/N said, moving herself into a kneeling position on the corner of the bed. Spencer instinctively took a step towards her, “it didn’t freak you out?” Spencer swallowed hard and shook his head, his cheeks burning. Her hands rested on his shoulders and his found their way to her waist, stilling on the soft fabric.

“Only in the way that it just um didn’t seem like reality. Fuck Y/N,” he noticed how her nipples were erect through the thin fabric of her nightie and just how close to him she was.

“Spence?”

“Yes?”

“Stop me at any time.” With that, Y/N closed the remaining gap between herself and Spencer, pressing her lips to his. His body responded instantly, his brain catching up a moment later.

I decided to sleep in just a little bit longer the other day. When I finally rolled out of bed, I had 45 minutes until I needed to walk out of the door. Slowly, I moved around and got myself together. When I looked at the clock, it was 7:30 AM. I needed to be walking out of the door. Rushing, I picked up my purse, grabbed my coat and headed out. When I made it to the garage, I remembered that I had forgotten to grab something. I was already running late, so I had the choice of going back in the house or just leaving without the bag of items. I chose to leave.

Once in the car, I quickly caught an attitude and my whole mood changed for the worse. I allowed my choice to sleep in late set the tone for my day. The drive into work was filled with negative thoughts. Those negative thoughts led to more negative thoughts and eventually I found myself angry. I was angry at the world for no real reason.

In the parking ramp, I could hear the Holy Spirit say, “You cannot be angry with others for a choice you made.” At that moment, I began to repent. I had to “check” myself.

“Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ.“ -Corinthians 10:4-5 (KJV)

What I failed to do was get down on my knees to pray and command my morning. I allowed the enemy enough space to creep in and wreak havoc on my emotions.

Have you allowed your choices to set the tone of your day? Or have you allowed a situation to ruin your whole mood for the day? Instead of taking a few minutes to calm down, say a prayer and be proactive, we become reactive. We become angry and unleash all of our negativity on others.

This is when it becomes time for a hear check.

“And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.” -Philippians 4:8 (NLT)

The next time something does not turn out the way you want it to, instead of getting angry and having an unpleasant attitude, think of the things that are right and true. Stay positive.

—  By Janteya Ford

Speaking of Quinnian: so during Spring Break, Kaitlyn and I were talking abt Quinn and how he might be too domesticated cuz he “makes a great housewife” (Kaitlyn said that not me lmaoo) 

And I feel like this kinda relates to Retro because like I mentioned to her when chatting, It’s not something Finn is forcing Quinn to do, in fact, we see in the AU he gets pretty annoyed when Quinn goes out of his way to straighten things or I guess “doing things typical housewives do” (Again, following Kaitlyn’s logic)

Similarly, in the case of Retro, Reno is willing to do anything for Astro, essentially making himself Astro’s slave (Not because Astro forces him to, of course). This, as we see in tlt, makes Astro feel a bit entitled to pretty much anything he wants because he’s been conditioned by Reno to believe that anything he asks will get done by him because that’s the level of commitment Reno has set himself up for. So in “Home” (A tlt fan fic), we can see why he gets so upset over leaving. This isn’t something that he wants, so, following the logic given from and conditioned by, Reno, he argues with him in hopes Reno will change his mind.

But… he doesn’t.

Reno sticks up for himself and basically gives the “fuck you” to Astro, which obviously, throws him off because hey, that wasn’t what Reno had conditioned him to believe, Renos “supposed” to give and/or do anything Astro wants, right?

Well, in my opinion, I think Reno needs to be a bit more firm and tell Astro he’s not entitled to everything, at least if he wants the relationship to keep going.

So it begs the question, who really is domesticated?

First Serve (Kihyun Fanfiction)

Originally posted by kihyeun

Genre: Sports AU, romance, fluff, angst.

Summary: He was your biggest competition, the one you could never beat. You were not just another tennis competitor to him, you were the girl who he wanted to know more about. He wanted to uncover just what you were behind your tennis racket.

Ch.1/Ch.2/Ch.3/Ch.4/Ch.5/Ch.6/Ch.7

The Clan (Minhyuk Fanfiction)/ Intermission (Wonho Fanfiction)/Follow Me (Changkyun Fanfiction)/Marry Me at The Space Station (Minhyuk/Mysme Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

    “GOLD MEDAL ATHLETE, YOO KIHYUN, RETIRES FROM TENNIS!

    The headline sent you into overdrive. You couldn’t believe the words you were reading. You fingers subconsciously tapped away at your phone screen and in no time, you were ringing Kihyun. You bounced your leg as you waited for him to pick up, but instead, there was a long beep signalling that his phone was completely turned off.

    Cursing under your breath, you tucked your phone into your hoodie pocket and marched over to the front door of your house. You slipped on your shoes and exhaled deeply before walking out the door and into your car. You wanted to stop yourself but there was no way, you loved him way too much to let him do this. Starting up the engine, you drove off to Kihyun’s place.

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Quotes for the Elements

Fire: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius
The most powerful force on earth is the human soul on Fire.

People who shine from within don’t need the spotlight.

The inner fire is the most important thing mankind possesses.

She was beautiful but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire is beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, never up close.

Light yourself on fire with passion and people will come from miles to watch you burn.

Your ego is your soul’s worst enemy.

Earth: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn
Forget not that the Earth delights to feel your bare feet.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

Don’t talk, act. Don’t promise, show. Don’t promise, prove.

The most dangerous person in normal society is the honest person who has been pushed too far.

Fear of change is the enemy of success.

Nothing worth having comes easy.

Air: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius
You are intelligent not because you think you know everything without questioning, but rather because you question everything you think you know

Confidence and intelligence will never stop being beautiful.

Intelligence and creativity are the ultimate aphrodisiacs.

Over-thinking ruins you. Ruins the situation. Twists things around. Makes you worry and just makes everything much worse than it actually is.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.

I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind.

Water: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

Water is the mirror that has the ability to show us what we cannot see. It is a blueprint for our reality, which can change with a single positive thought. All it takes is faith, if you’re open to it.

To understand water is to understand the cosmos, the marvels of nature, to understand life itself.

A strong person feels deeply, loves fearlessly, and cries as freely as they laugh. A strong person is both soft and powerful.

People cry not because they are weak but because they have been strong for too long.

Underneath my outside face there’s a face that none can see. A little less smiley, a little less sure, but a whole lot more like me.

The people experiencing the most pain are the same who always try to make others smile.


Find your dominant Element or learn more about the Elements in Astrology: Fire ☆  Earth  ☆  Air  ☆  Water

anonymous asked:

Imagine if Sam is the Tower's designated chef because he's the only one who knows how to make food that is both good and nutritious (honestly Steve you can't just boil everything). While everyone has been eating his cooking enthusiastically, he can't help but notice that Tony doesn't eat much if at all. He started being concerned about Tony and try to find something that Tony would enjoy eating. Somewhere along the way he realized why he cares so much about Tony.

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You Are What You Eat Part 1

Tony knew it was a bad thing to do.

Jarvis had always reprimanded him for feeding like this, but it wasn’t like there was a lot of love for Tony around. Feeding off the love for others was sometimes the only thing he could do, especially if Rhodey was not around.

So Tony had learned to compromise where he could.

He thought the whole ‘feeding off love’ thing was stupid enough, but given his childhood and general life, it only made things harder for him.

Sure, he could survive for a very long time without love, the furthest he had pushed it had been over half a year but they didn’t talk about that anymore, and so it wasn’t really necessary that he fed off Sam when Rhodey wasn’t around.

It was just, the guy had so much love to spare, for everyone. And now add in the fact that he was also romantically in love with Steve and/or Bucky, Tony was not one to judge, it just became really hard resisting it.

So he went to the team dinners, even though he didn’t really need to eat any real human food. It was just the easiest to get close to Sam and leech off whatever he had to spare. It wasn’t like he actually diminished Sam’s love, he just soaked it all up and put it to some good use.

And basking in that much love at dinner was certainly worth sitting through it and pretending to eat. Even if it got him some very concerned glances from Sam and Natasha.

Tony had tried to make it clear that he always snacked in the workshop, that he usually never was that hungry to begin with, but still. The glances continued.

And as far as Tony could tell it was a damn shame that he couldn’t really enjoy Sam’s cooking, because it looked and smelled amazing and going by the way the others wolfed it down it was also delicious.

The glances only continued when he darted away after dinner, filled up with love and getting tired, so he could ‘digest’ it all.

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Crave

It took a lot of coaxing to get Shepard to stop. Garrus had considered just picking the damn woman up, she weighed almost nothing even in armour, but thought better of it. Whilst he could most certainly ‘stop’ her by scooping her up under his arm, he would still have to deal with the fall out of that particular action. And the Commander was not a woman to piss off, he has seen her head butt Krogan and walk away without so much as a mild head ache.

So he talked his way out of the situation, about the only thing he was still good at these days. Putting on his best pleading tone, his subharmonics keening when she refused the first time. She finally halted mid-stride when he purred her name, rolling it on his tongue dripping with not so subtle longing. Shepard turned slowly to face him her expression unreadable. Garrus did his best to mask the look of astonishment on his face, the resulting grimace was interesting, he couldn’t quite grasp how the hell that just worked. It was a dirty move on his part, but over the past two years he has learnt much about persuasion. The genuine approach failed dismally, she quickened her pace when he attempted to intimidate, so the only thing left to him was to seduce, and he was getting desperate. He fully expected her to either laugh in his face or deck him and break the other mandible, he most certainly did not expect her to respond. He would have to explain away her unanticipated response later, right now he had a job to do.

Shepard allowed herself to be herded to the nearest crate, the room was small, well protected, it would almost be nice were it not for the bodies. There were too many dead quarians when compared to the shells of geth that littered the place. He mentally lamented this senseless conflict, but soon refocused on Shepard who now sat atop the crate looking at him expectantly. He needed to be fast, as much as she needed his attention, Tali’s case was the more urgent one, the geth did not exactly tire.

He knelt by her, Shepard tried to smile but for all the bravado the pain still twisted her lips into a grimace.

“Show me” he instructed grimly.

She gingerly stretched out her left arm towards him. His heart contracted painfully, the wound was a mess, she was clearly in much more pain than she let on. The plating was ripped clean off, the tough fabric of the undersuit shred into ribbons and her pale skin a mass of gore. Garrus inhaled, the coppery smell of her blood flooded his senses, he wanted to take her far away from this place, keep her safe, but that would have been wholly inappropriate. She was his commander not his mate, as much as he wanted it, that was never going to happen, she made that plenty clear.

He took her arm into his hands, careful not to touch any of the exposed skin, his gloves were filthy with the dust and grime of Haestrom. It wasn’t a direct shot, the bullet only grazed her, but left a deep furrow in her flesh, the edges of her skin ragged and lacerated. At least he didn’t have to dig the bullet out, small mercies.

“See, it’s just a graze, I’ll live” she tried for a smile again. Garrus looked up at her sceptically, no matter how much she tried to hide it, the deep lines around her eyes were fooling no one. In another lifetime, he would have liked to sit her on his lap so she could lean against him, distract her from the pain with idle chatter, whisper nonsense to her whilst he dressed the wound. He closed his eyes and sighed, he needed to get a grip, her attentions were occupied elsewhere, and thinking about what could have been was not making the situation any better. He had to keep reminding himself that Tali waited on the other side of the ruins, and the situation was getting grimmer by the minute.  

“Oh come on, it’s really not that bad, you are being overly dramatic” she chided misreading his emotions.

“Just let me deal with it” he snapped “The geth won’t back down just from you bleeding on them profusely”

“Fine” Shepard pursed her lips, her full mouth scrunching into a tiny bow. He wondered idly what they would feel like, he longed to explore them with his tongue, taste her skin… Stop Vakarian, he thought, Focus.

“Hold still” he softened, he was about to inflict pain on her, and that was going to be unpleasant for everyone involved.

Garrus laid out the med kit and unfastened his gloves. He caught Shepard watching him with interest. He was rarely without them, being around humans required care, they were so fragile, and although he didn’t precisely have talons, his nails were sharp. He filed them but the turian physiology did not like to cooperate. He used his teeth to peel the gloves off so as not contaminate his hands. When he looked back up at her, her eyes were huge, lips parted in a soft o. He couldn’t help but smile, she looked beautiful caught off guard, her face open, unguarded, the tiny lashes of her eyes brushing her cheeks gently as she blinked.

“This is going to hurt” he murmured too focused on her eyes.

“Just do it” Shepard gritted her teeth stretching her arm out to him again.

Garrus ripped open the little packet with his teeth, extracting the disinfectant wipe.

“Breath in”

He reached for her arm, and encircled her tiny wrist with his bare fingers.

He gasped involuntarily, her skin was nothing like he’d ever expected, it was soft, warm and supple. Electricity shot through him where their skin connected, a pleasant sensation, a warm fizzle bloomed in his centre. He could feel her racing heart under his thumb resting on the even softer underside of her wrist. He couldn’t hide the look of wonder that invaded his eyes at the contact, but she was looking away from him, eyes screwed up expecting the worst at any second. It was better that way he thought, at least he wouldn’t make a fool of himself, again.

Garrus dabbed the wipe around the frayed skin with his free hand, trying to clean off most the blood before he went in for the killing blow. He could feel her stiffen when he accidentally brushed the exposed cut, his thumb moved of its own volition tracing small circles on the underside of her wrist as an apology. Her skin was unbelievably soft, he has never touched a human like this before, asari skin was coarser, turian females were only slightly more delicate than the males and the Krogan, well he has never touched a Krogan, and that was probably for the best.

Shepard’s skin on the other hand was buttery, the soft down on her arm silky, inviting thoughts totally inappropriate to the situation. Garrus tried to block them, but quickly lost the battle with his own mind. He looked up at her, the gentle curve of her neck begged to be caressed, he wondered if it would be just as delicate, he imagined her arching into his touch, a quiet sigh escaping her lips as he traced his fingers down to her collar bone…

“Garrus!” Shepard cried in pain, inhaling sharply, snapping him out of his own imagination. She was looking at him with her eyes aflame.

“Crap, I’m sorry!” he let go on her arm, which she immediately cradled to herself protectively. He could have kicked himself, lost in his own day dreams about the woman he could never have, he dug one of his nails too close to her wound, inflicting even more pain.

Shepard closed her eyes and breathed in, silently extending her arm back.

“I’m sorry” he murmured, tenderly taking her wrist again. Her fingers curled around his, his heart thundering in his chest.

“You don’t trust me anymore do you” he smiled at her trying to hide the storm raging inside.

“I trust you explicitly…” her voice was ragged “Can you just do this quickly? It’s hard to ignore when I’m still…”

He obliged, working quickly, bent over dressing the wound. She would squeeze his fingers seeking comfort from the stinging, but he did not dare to return the pressure too afraid to hurt her again. It took all of his strength not to get lost in his own mind again and concentrate on the task. Invasive thoughts battered his brain but he kept them at bay, the pain in her voice was enough to arrest them.

“You’re good to go” he reluctantly released her, the loss of her warmth sent a dull ache through him. He may never have this again.

Shepard flexed her fingers experimentally, testing the dressing. Garrus picked up his gloves when she caught his hand in hers, she lightly brushed her lips against his fingertips and smiled. 

“Thank you, I am sorry I am such a child” she laughed releasing him and scooting off the crate.

He was too numb to respond, to even get up off the floor, as she walked away he called out to her again, his voice barely a whisper. Her lips were like velvet, hot and creamy, her delicate touch sent tremor through him. He knew full well what the human gesture meant, and it sent him spinning. A fragile hope unfurled in his chest, a dull ache spilled over into a longing to hold her hand again like this. 

“You coming?” Shepard called out to him over her shoulder.

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak to her yet, he would follow her into the depth of hell if she asked, now more than ever.

  • Me: *at 10 pm* I'm gonna go to bed early tonight!
  • Me: *at 4 am browsing through tumblr* who needs sleep? Sleep is for the weak
Coffee

“Can I request a Lin x reader where the reader is going around giving coffee to everyone and then she comes to Lin who is shirtless and then she’s red and stuff? ALSO I SUPPORT ILL BE OK PART THREE”

First off THANKS YA ANON IM GONNA NEED SOME TIME BUT THERE WILL BE AN ILL BE OKAY PART THREE!! Also I’ve been getting a lot of Lin requests lately (not that I’m complaining bc ya girl loves herself some Lin fic ayy *insert tongue emojis*) and I just wanted to say that you can request other guys (and girls!!!!!!) too! I do all of the hamilsquad (+ the others but “all Hamilton characters” doesn’t have the same ring as “hamilsquad” does) and hamilcast so don’t be afraid to send in other people! K thanks bye :) (also random fact but I’m in class right now haha)

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Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,606
Pairings:Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader

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