seriously though i get this kid

are you a dinosaur or dragon person? are you a planets or stars person? are you a shiny or matte person?

Baby Girl (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: May I request a Jungkook smut in which you are bf and he has always seen you just as a kid because you’re younger than him. He doesn’t mind being shirtless around you or you hearing him talk about the last night’s girl with a friend. To the point of you getting so frustrated about him not treating you as a woman and plainly thinking of you as his cute and innocent girl friend that one day you start dry humping him saying something along the lines: do I still look that innocent to you (oppa)? thx

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Slight Humor, College!Au, Best Friends!Au

Words: 3.5K+

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: It was a boiling summer day you realized your attraction for the cute, older boy next door. 

Tags: Swearing, Dry humping, Thigh riding, Sub!Kook, Oppa, Park Jimin - Reader Discretion is advised.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

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Ok in all seriousness though– I’m still so thrown by the fact that they showed Lars straight up dying in Wanted. There’s no blood because ratings, but you can tell exactly where blood would be if this show was allowed to put blood on people. 
You could hear his neck/spine snap, tell where metal went into his skull and out the other side because the robot he was physically on top of exploded.

Like. Kid shows don’t kill characters on screen. They don’t do so violently. 
You don’t get a kid like Steven getting down on his knees, tears in eyes, to listen at the chest of a friend to see if he’s still alive and weeping because he hears nothing.

Even though he came back, it’s not in the usual “oh they just had a lil accident and are ok now!” for drama way. Its very.. “Gemkind and their weapons can be fought by humans, but the cost will be high, and there will be lasting consequences unless something very significant occurs.”
This leads to the moment of him coming back and the: “Hey, Steven’s powers are not of Earth and when they come into contact with humanity– a sort of unlife that exists when a dead person is healed. And no one has any idea what that means.”

Like its a lot of sudden reality check in the middle of scifi cartoon that i didn’t know what to do with while also being very interesting.

pancakes emoji rating

amazing!!! so fluffy and realistic!! i want to devour those delicate and light pancakes!!! 10/10 i’m impressed, apple!

mamma mia that is way too much butter. and why is it melting into a darker goop?? is that supposed to be syrup?? why is this so detailed for a google emoji? i thought simplicity was their thing? i’m so confused. 4/10 this makes me uncomfortable

microsoft at it with the thicc backgrounds again. the pancakes look two-dimensional and blocky. they probably taste like cardboard. yuck. 2/10 i do not approve

hmm other than the odd-looking syrup this looks pretty no–

wait a second.

what is this?! a signature of some sort? how would someone write their initials on a pancake? what is this mystery?! ???/10 the ultimate cryptid

is…is that supposed to be syrup? it looks like a crack in the void. the space time continuum is being ripped apart by these pancakes. 5.8/10 the pancakes look very tasty though!

a very realistic approach with the butter! i like it! however, the syrup looks kind of like a starfish (which is cute, but takes away from the semi-realistic look) and the pancakes are much too small to fill my appetite. that’s probably just a “me” problem, though. i eat like fucking kirby. 7/10 seriously i need to go on a diet

very cute and simple! pure pancakes that the kids will probably enjoy very much. 6.7/10 smol, protect it

aaah! those “pancakes” (which just look like slabs of copper) are very unstable! they could fall off at any moment! i don’t want to get any poorly pasted syrup or any pieces of vague-white-lego-that-kind-of-resembles-butter on my clothes! -500/10 disgusting

that syrup looks like a mix of honey and bee cum. do not want. 1/10 not as bad as some of the other emojidex emojis though

True story: I finally got around to listening to Tarjei’s playlist for Julie, so I put it on shuffle while I was walking my dog, and I was like, cool, I hope this lends some fascinating insights into his acting process or how he portrays Isak’s character, and then “Livin’ La Vida Loca” immediately came on and I doubled over laughing in the middle of the street

3. Wingman // Nurseydex

« {Part 3 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: sorry, this is two days late, but it’s also almost 3k, so…. hopefully that makes up for the tardiness? also! please note that this fic doesn’t have anything to do with ngozi’s short comic, wingman. your characters are safe. content warning for underage alcohol usage.

This is definitely not what Dex signed up for.

He’d expected Nursey Patrol to involve limiting Nursey’s shots and keeping him from dancing on tables, which, okay, would have sucked, but this is honestly not much better.

“Soooo, have you met Dex?” Nursey says for the third time this night, like imitating Neil Patrick Harris is still funny. He’s dragged Dex over to yet another group of female athletes that he’s going to have to do his best to avoid for the next three years of his college career. Nice.

“Hi,” Dex says awkwardly. “I’m Dex.”

“Pssh, I just said that,” Nursey says, slinging an arm over Dex’s shoulder and leaning on him only a little more heavily than he might have done sober. “He’s usually a lot brighter than this, ladies. He’s a CompSci major­—super smart with computers and shit. Plus all that typing means he’s good with his fingers, if you know what I mean. Just look at those hands—”

“Okay, that’s enough, Nurse. Sorry, you guys, um. Bye.”

He pulls Nursey away from the girls and—fuck, he’s pretty sure one of them is in his Stats class, dammit. Nursey stumbles behind him obediently, letting Dex drag him over to the kitchen. Dex fills Nursey a glass of water and Nursey drinks it dutifully, standing next to the fridge.

“Okay, so remind me why you’re trying to humiliate me in front of half of Samwell’s female population?” Dex demands when Nursey finishes the glass.

“‘M not humiliating you,” Nursey insists, then waggles his ridiculous eyebrows. “I’m trying to get you laid.”

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Privileges of being female

I can go near a random kid and not be seen as a threat

I can commit the same crime as a man and get a lighter sentence

I am 4X more likely to get a job in STEM just because they want more women

I can get scholarships just for being female even though females make up 60% of college students

I am much more likely to get the kids in a divorce even if I’m less qualified to have them

If a guys wants a kid I can kill it and if he doesn’t I can keep it and force him to pay me.

I am over represented in government because the majority of voters are women

If I was raped it would be taken more seriously then if a man was

I’m less likely to be murdered

I have homeless shelters specific for my gender

The phrase “women and children first”

I can vote without binding myself to the draft (though this may change)

So here’s the thing this isn’t a public flogging. I’m not sorry I have these privileges, but I do think women need to stop and realize how good we have it.

Seventeen stans and their chill levels
  • Seungcheol stans: 1% chill barely hanging onto their sanity
  • Jeonghan stans: either 0% or 100% chill there's no in-between
  • Joshua stans: used to be 85% chill but recently have dropped into the negatives
  • Jun stans: incredibly chill and sweet until u bring up vampire jun then they're approximately -%463 chill (but who isn't tbh)
  • Hoshi stans: %50 chill, surprisingly cool considering who their bias is
  • Wonwoo stans: -%667830295702 chill literally about as chill as a volcano who can blame them though
  • Woozi stans: usually around the -%583 range though they accept and embrace their lack of chill
  • Seokmin stans: %95 chill very friendly and happy much like their bias
  • Mingyu stans: -%54884203948 almost as bad as wonwoo stans this poor kid they all want to fight him
  • Minghao stans: around %80 chill just wait until he gets less shy though they have the same fate as Joshua stans
  • Seungkwan stans: -%583 chill love the secondhand embarrassment they feel from their bias *sarcasm*
  • Vernon stans: jfc this poor kid the levels of chill his stans have are so far in the negatives they can't be represented by a number if he so much as breathes they'll meme it (i love u guys)
  • Chan stans: %100 chill the chillest stans in the fandom sadly they're like a rare pokemon
Why Him? | Taehyung

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Request: Could you write a Taehyung x Reader where Jungkook is flirting with you and Tae gets protective and stuff. But you weren’t dating and he eventually had to tell you why he was jealous. (Mostly Fluff and Angst, maybe a Smut if you feel like it.)

Taehyung x Reader


He just sat there glaring; the anger and jealousy was clearly seen on his face. All of Bangtan were in the practice room, but for some reason, Jungkook had all of your attention. What started off as a pleasant surprise, quickly turned into bitter annoyance for Taehyung.

Everyone was scattered around in the practice room. Jin was standing next to the stereo, his phone was plugged into it as he played some music. Yoongi was sitting on the couch, directly in front of the mirror, slowly drifting off to sleep as he rested his head on the armrest. Hoseok had his phone in his hand, earphones in his ears as he playfully danced around in the center of the practice room. Namjoon sat in the left hand corner of the practice room, nodding to himself as he wrote down a few bars for a new song he was writing on his phone. Jimin was laughing as he recorded Hoseok dancing around like a fool. Taehyung was sitting next to Yoongi on the couch, his legs crossed as he bit the nail of his right thumb while you and Jungkook sat side by side, your backs leaning against the mirror. Jungkook was holding out his phone in front of the two of you and Taehyung assumed that the two were on snapchat, due to the fact that he heard Jungkook call you adorable with the dog filter. Taehyung watched as the two laughed together after Jungkook gave you a kiss on the cheek. Though he didn’t want to watch, Taehyung couldn’t bring himself to look away. He felt that if he looked away for just a second, he would lose sight of you forever.

“Jungkook!” you shouted as you leaned away from Jungkook, the latter had his teeth attached to your cheek. You had deleted the snapchat video Jungkook recorded and as a punishment, Jungkook started to bite your cheek.

“Apologize.” Jungkook said through his teeth as he tried not to smile.

“Alright I’m sorry!” You laughed. Finally getting what he wanted, Jungkook stopped with his biting.

“We’re going to try this again. If you delete this video I’m beating you up.” Said Jungkook.

“We all know you can’t beat me up.” You turned to look at him and gave him a heartfelt smile. Jungkook turned to face you and tried to keep a straight face, but your smile was contagious.

Taehyung saw how close your faces were to one another and that alone was enough to make him lose his cool. Taehyung was angry; angry at Jungkook and at you. He was angry and disgusted. The fact that Jungkook shamelessly flirted with you left a sour taste in his mouth. He bit his bottom lip as he desperately tried to stop himself from catching an attitude with the duo. But with their laughing, it was difficult to not say anything.

“Out of all the members of BangTan, (Y/N) loves me the most.”

Hearing those words leave Jungkook’s mouth as they recorded a snapchat video was the last straw. Taehyung glared at Jungkook before clearing his throat to get everyone’s attention.

“Can you two stop? It’s disgusting.” He spat. At that, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Taehyung.

“Who are you talking to?” Asked Namjoon as he locked his phone and looked up at Taehyung.

“Jungkook and (Y/N).” He said nonchalantly.

“If you have a problem then leave.” You said. For awhile now, you knew that something was eating at Taehyung, but decided to not say anything until he calmed himself down. But since Taehyung had an attitude, you weren’t bothering with him.

“This is our practice room, you’re the one who don’t belong here. So you leave.” Taehyung shot back. At that, Yoongi sat up and slapped Taehyung on the arm as he looked at him in annoyance.

“The hell is your problem?” Is what he asked. Taehyung simply ignored him.

“Leave.” He was now looking at you and you alone.

“I’m going to act like you never said anything.” You said to Taehyung as you looked at him up and down.

“Then I’ll leave.” Without saying anything else, Taehyung stood up and stormed out of the practice room.

You all watched in bewilderment as he left the room. None of you knew what was the cause of his attitude towards you and Jungkook, but you were going to find out one way or another.

“Alright… Since he wants to play, I’ll play. I’ll be back.” And with that, you stood up and went after Taehyung.

“Tae!” The said male ignored your calls as he contact his way down the hall.

“Tae!” Even though you shouted a little louder, he still ignored you.

“Taehyung!” Now you were getting annoyed.

“Taehyung stop playing games with me! Seriously!” The anger in your voice was as clear as day.

It must’ve been the tone of your voice that caused him to stop in his tracks. After hearing what you said, he ceased all movements. He didn’t even turn to look at you when you approached him from behind.

“Why do I have to talk to you like a little kid for you to listen to me? What’s with your attitude?”

Taehyung turned around ever so slowly; his bottom lip was caught in between his teeth as he looked at you with absolutely no emotion.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“You left Jungkook to ask me that? I’m surprised you noticed.” Taehyung said sarcastically.

“Is your problem between me and you or you and Jungkook?”

Taehyung licked his bottom lip as he turned his back to you. “You two should figure that out.” And with that, be began to walk away.

“Boy don’t walk away from me. Who is your problem with?!” You could feel the anger boiling within you. Taehyung must’ve felt it too because he immediately stopped yet again.

“Tell Jungkook to stop flirting with you.” Taehyung spoke in a low voice.

“Turn around and speak up.” You demanded.

Taehyung did as he was told and turned around. Instead of glaring, Taehyung had a look of desperation on his face.

“Do you really like Jungkook more than me?”

“Where is this coming from?” You walked closer and placed a hand in his.

“Do you really like Jungkook more than me?”

You never seen Taehyung look so helpless before. It looked as if he was going to cry at any moment. You could hear his need of comfort through the words that left his mouth.

“Tae… I don’t like him more than you or anyone else.” You rubbed a circle on the back of his hand to calm him down.

“Why did you let him flirt with you?”

It finally clicked.

“You were jealous… Tae…”

“I like you, and I didn’t like how he was flirting with you.”

“We’re not in a relationship Tae. You can’t act that way towards the guys I interact with, that’s not fair to me.”

“Then show me attention too.”

“I can do that.” You say with a slight chuckle.

You and Taehyung looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments before he leaned forward and attempted to kiss you. Taking a few steps back, you placed your hands on his chest to push him back. Taehyung looked at you in confusion as you shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Um… Excuse me mister… You’re not kissing me. Not before you and I go on a date Saturday night. If the date goes well, I’ll give you all the kisses you want.”

Taehyung’s entire face went red as he smiled happily at you. Quickly nodding his head, he covered his face with his hands to hide himself.

“That’s perfect for me.”

- Sariyah

Since the Ryder twins were born and raised on the Citadel, I am now picturing the two of them trolling C-Sec officers with slingshots and wads of paper… because they are two bored little kids and it’s funny to watch their targets look around in frustrated bewilderment as they try to spot their “attackers.” Bonus points if you get the wad of paper stuck in a turian officer’s fringe.

C-Sec Officer Garrus Vakarian does not approve.

Attuning Yourself to the Dead: The First Step in Becoming a Necromancer.

This is it! This is the one! This is the post where I inevitably piss somebody off. There are a lot of “Purists” out there who believe that their way is the only way to perform Necromancy. I for one don’t believe in traditional thinking when it comes to magic of any kind as I believe that it is only through creative thought that the medium upon which we perform our arts can grow and evolve. So let me go ahead and state right now that a lot of what I have to say is going to go against what some of my more traditionalist brothers and sisters of the art believe. Nevertheless I stand by what I say, and I know it has worked for me. And I believe it can work for you as well if Necromancy is truly something you wish to explore. So having said that, let’s begin.

The Art of Necromancy: Where to begin?

So you want to be a Necromancer? I don’t blame you. I mean just look at all the perks! Who doesn’t want to have their own undead entourage? And you never have to worry about figuring out your wardrobe anymore because you can just replace all your clothes with black pants and shirts! Just kidding….sort of. 

In all seriousness though Necromancy is a worthy pursuit for any Witch, Pagan, or Spiritualist who wishes to work with the dead. Just about anyone who posses sufficient willpower can do it. However getting into the practice is not as easy as drawing a summoning circle and chanting in tongues. There’s something very important that must be done first before you can even begin to think about summoning any spirits. Namely attuning your soul to the dead.

How to check if your Soul is Attuned to the Dead

While it’s true that anyone who posses the willpower to cast spells and perform magic is capable of practicing Necromancy, there are some who are better suited for the craft than others. Some people are born with a natural sensitivity to the dead, or develop it at an early age. This can happen for a multitude of reasons which are too numerous to fully discuss in this post. People who posses this natural gift will find it easier to begin practicing the craft. But how does one determine whether or not they possess this natural sensitivity? Well their are several ways to determine whether you may or may not possess the gift.

  1. When’s the last time you got sick?- Necromancers do not get sick as often as some other people do. They aren’t necessarily healthier by nature, they just show less symptoms or signs of physical illness. Ask yourself, when’s the last time I was sick? And I don’t mean the last time you had a cold or ran a small fever. I mean when’s the last time you’ve been truly sick? So sick that you missed work/school for several days and were in bed for most of them. If the answer is “I don’t remember” that’s a good sign.
  2. Do you wear a lot of black clothing without thinking about it?- Quick, what’s the color of your favorite shirt? How about that pair of jeans you always seem to wear? What’s your wardrobe look like? How many of your outfits involve at least one article of black clothing? Necromancers thrive on energy that is drawn to black clothing and thus tend to favor that color more. But they do this subconsciously, without really thinking about it. If you’re a Hot Topic addict that’s not the same thing. It’s only if you’ve been doing it without really knowing it that it counts. So think about the kinds of clothes you wear, and if you’re surprised by how much black is involved that’s another good sign.
  3. Do you ever feel like you’re being watched?- Do you ever feel like someone or something is watching you? Even if you’re completely alone at the time? Does it ever feel like their’s a presence in your home you can’t explain? This is another big sign that you might be naturally attuned to the dead.
  4. Have you ever had a recurring dream involving letters or a ghost?- This one’s a biggie. Ghosts often communicate with us through our dreams. They will attempt to play games with us, usually involving letters or small puzzles. They will often appear as non-threatening entities with a calm and friendly aura about them. If you’ve had a recurring dream involving any of these elements then their is a very good chance you are not only attuned to the dead, but the dead are trying to communicate with you.
  5. How do strangers act around you?- What’s the first thing people do when they meet you for the first time? Are they friendly? Do they smile around you? Or do they seem apprehensive? Like their’s something off-putting about you? Necromancers are surrounded by not only the Dead but also Death Energy. This energy, while unnoticeable to the Necromancer, is uncomfortable to others who are exposed to it. People who are more attuned to life than to death will feel uncomfortable, anxious, and even afraid around Necromancers. Keep in mind this does not apply to friends and family.
  6. And finally…Are you afraid of death?- This one is fairly straightforward. Does the fact that our bodies will inevitably rot away into nothing frighten you? Necromancers have little to no fear of death, and those who are attuned to death share this same lack of fear. I should point out that this is not the same thing as being suicidal. Necromancers do not wish for death, they merely accept that it is an inevitable and natural process. If the answer to this question is ‘I don’t rightly know” that’s perfectly okay. There’s a very easy way to test if you are or not. Grab a notebook and a pen and start listing all the different ways you can die, starting from the way you’re the most comfortable with and getting progressively worst from there. As you do this, imagine yourself experiencing that death, and monitor how it makes you feel. As soon as you begin to feel even the slightest bit anxious, it’s time to quit. See how many you can get through. If you make it through at least 20, you’re probably okay.

If at least four of these six things applies to you then congratulations! You are most likely already attuned to death, you can begin practicing Necromancy whenever you wish. For everyone else please do not despair. The path of the dead is not locked away from you, it just means that you have an extra step you have to follow.

Attuning Yourself to the Dead

This the part where the “Purists” will tell you that in order to attune yourself to the dead properly you have to sleep among them at a graveyard or mausoleum. While I won’t argue against that as being an effective strategy I will say that it is a highly impractical one. If you live in the United States for instance, you probably know that most cemeteries and graveyards are considered state property and are typically closed at night to pedestrians. It would be very difficult to get away with sleeping next to a gravestone without getting caught. And if you do, you’re looking at a hefty fine as well as potentially spending the rest of your night in jail. Mausoleum’s are also risky. Most are considered private property, and the one’s that aren’t are usually locked up at night. But legal issues aside their is one major problem with sleeping next to a casket. Disease. Let’s not forget that dead flesh tends to harbor a lot of potentially dangerous microorganisms. Sleeping next to a dead body, even if it’s in a casket, is a sure fire way of getting a staph infection.

Instead of trying to go full Igor I recommend a much saner approach. By hallowing your own bedroom with the soil of a graveyard you can bring the dead to you, and sleep among them in the comfort of your own bed. To do this you must first gain their trust and respect. Go to your local cemetery and walk around. Look for flower pots and statues that have been knocked over and right them back up again. Clean the grime and dirt off of headstones and say a small prayer for the deceased. When you begin to feel a sense of approval wash over you you will know it’s working. Do this for about a week and then take some dirt from the grounds. Take it back home with you and then add just a few drops of your own blood to it. Then spread it among the four corners of the walls of your bedroom. Your room should now be considered hallowed ground where the dead may freely walk. Once you’ve done this just sleep in your bed as you normally would, after awhile you should begin to experience odd dreams. These dreams are different for everyone but you will know when you have them. Once you do you then you will know you have successfully attuned your soul to the Dead. You may now cleanse your room in whatever way you see fit be it with incense or holy water. You won’t anger the dead, they will understand that it is time for them to leave.

Whether you’re naturally attuned, or you attune yourself the end result will be the same. You will be a Necromancer. Not in practice, but in spirit. All that’s left is to begin your craft.

offlikeadirty-shirt  asked:

please write more bruce wayne !!! 😩🙌🏽

And here some more Bruce Wayne ;) : 

Warning : slightly sexual I guess, and langage maybe.  

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Beach Bod’  - Bruce Wayne x Reader

You hated sand. You just couldn’t stand it. It got everywhere, it iritated your skin…it was just awful. So, obviously, when your family FINALLY could get all together, you decided a day at the beach was a good idea. Alfred made a nice pic-nic, and you all left for a secret spot you knew, where, even though it was a wonderful summer day, you knew there wouldn’t be anyone. You had a nice family lunch made of Al’s great sandwiches and salads. You bitched about sand getting in your food, and your sons and husband just kept mocking you for your grumpiness. You were the one who always smiled usually, and also, you suggested you should go to the beach so…But still, fuck sand.

At the present moment, your boys, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian, were trying to drown their father. How cute. Of course, they were not really trying to drown him, they were just having fun…you hoped. You had to give Bruce credits though, he was alone againts four teenage boys very much in shape, and still managed to keep his head out of the water. It was nice to see all of them relaxed, laughing, splashing each others and not actually trying to kill each other or brooding.

The boys finally came up with a strategy the four of them together to be able to duck their father’s head in the water. Dick held onto one of Bruce’s leg, while Jason was holding the other. Tim used Damian as a battering ram, and threw him as hard as he could in his father’s chest.

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My parents considered a prank to be waking us up early for school, getting us dressed, and then driving half-way there before surprising us with a trip to Disney.

Jesus, they were doing it all wrong. You’re supposed to put them up for adoption, beat them, destroy their X-box, curse at them, and get their older siblings to destroy their rooms. Now, that’s a prank!

Seriously, though, I hope CPS gets those kids out of there- especially little Cody and Emma- and get them into a loving family.


@sukikobold said:

I always want to see more acrobatic stuff with Raz. :)

It took awhile but here! Seriously, I love that there’s a plausible reason for Raz being so good at the platformer puzzles in Psychonauts. I wonder if he visits his family at the circus sometimes to perform super fancy stunts with some psychic abilities added in for extra showy-ness :’D My sister is also struggling through the Meat Circus level currently, and I couldn’t help drawing something for it Ovo;;; wish her luck

Also, kind of unrelated, I bet the Aquatos have circus animals. Like elephants. Or a tiger Raz has become really close with because one day he found out he could talk to her :’)

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Lance + shiro, lance hiding a fever/injury or something (sry if this isn't too creative but you're the best @ langst)

“We have to get back to the lions. We have to form Voltron.” 

What Lance said was indubitably true. The Paladins were all running now, through the city streets back to the spaceport on the outskirts of the town, which had the only space big enough for them to park their lions. The Robeast in the fields outside the city continued to shoot its lasers indiscriminately, occasionally hitting buildings near them as the inhabitants screamed and ran.

As usual, Shiro hung back a bit from the group, watching the others run in front of him so he could make sure no one got separated. After a moment, he realized that Lance was lagging behind, too. He was surprised at first, then narrowed his eyes when he remembered that first blast, the one that had alerted them all to the fact that the Robeast was here.

Shiro moved alongside Lance, jogging to keep pace with him. “Lance,” he hissed. “You said you were fine. When that rubble fell down on the street. I knew you got hit. Why did you lie?”

Lance cut a glance over to him, then away, the guilt obvious in his eyes. “We have to get to the lions right away,” he said, voice low. “We don’t have time. It was just a glancing blow.”

Shiro halted in the street and grabbed Lance’s shoulder to stop him. Lance gasped in pain and stiffened up, and Shiro shifted his grip. He knew that chunk of broken building had hit Lance somewhere around there. He leaned in closer, looking for blood. He couldn’t see anything through the armor, and he didn’t want to make Lance strip if it wasn’t necessary, but if this was a bad injury, it needed to be dealt with right away. Before Lance ended up passing out in the cockpit or something like that.

Lance refused to look at him, leaning away tensely, though he did not try to slip out of Shiro’s grasp. “Dude, I’m fine. Really. I can handle it.”

Shiro clenched his teeth. This went against every single one of his instincts as Lance’s leader. And friend. He did not want to ask this kid to fight wounded, not if he could do anything to prevent it.

Lance looked into his eyes, strong and steady. No longer trying to escape, to brush off Shiro’s concern. “Shiro,” he said quietly, seriously. “Yes, I lied. I got hit. But I’m walking. I’m not concussed. We have to go and fight. Please, trust me. I’ll get treated when this is over.”

Shiro’s fingers tightened involuntarily around Lance’s arm, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, grimacing. He hated this. Hated it. He wanted to send Lance back to the castle so Coran could check him out right now.

But another blast hit a nearby building, and Hunk shouted in fear somewhere up ahead, and Lance was right. They couldn’t wait. They had to get to the lions now, and they had to fight, and Lance’s injury would have to wait.

“Okay.” Shiro let go of Lance’s arm and looked into his face. “I trust you. But you’d better believe I’m gonna make sure you get taken care of as soon as possible.”

Lance grinned. “Of course.”

They ran.

2,000 followers special! Prompts are now closed. Thank you to everyone who participated! You can read all of the fics at this link or on AO3 starting here.

So! I hit 1k followers (DAFUQ?!) & I figured, since I’m going to be leaving soon, that I should do a follow forever (because everyone does one at one point or another lmao) These are pretty self explanatory, so let’s just get to it before I die from this sriracha cabbage… 

Honorable Babes ♡

@apollonic {Sophie}

So you know I had to start this out with you, right? You are one of the most kind hearted, humble people I know. You have a diamond heart and I 100% mean this when I say there were some days I didn’t even want to get out of bed and you gave me the inspiration to take on the day. You already know how much you mean to me, even when we don’t talk for weeks or even when I suck at replying, I know I’ll always be somewhere in your heart, and you in mine. Thank you for being such a good friend. Oh, and by the way… your fashion is A1 and you make me feel like a total shrimp in comparison. I love it!

@archistratego {Eliot}

Heyyyy Eliot. ( / ; u;)/ ~♡ So I’ll try not to be a marshmallow for once and actually be serious. You and I have not known each other for long, but you’ve already become someone very important to me. I think we talk every day now? I know this because every day now I get this stupid smile on my face from your beaming optimism even when you yourself are feeling down. You are a knight if I’ve ever seen one, and are more talented than you will ever realize. Please be good to yourself; ily!

@auroremus {Bruna}

Girl.. ewe So you know… I had to get payback for that cuteness you displayed on your FF, right?? Can we all just take a moment to appreciate this cute being for a moment?? Okay. As you said, you and I don’t know eachother well, but you are honestly so fun to talk to. Some of the things you say has me cracking up, and I must say, thank you for putting up with my shitty communication skills. Also, your ambition is something I could only dream of acquiring. 

@dreadwvlf {Tallie}

Ahem.. I just want to say… Jimin is still  the ultimate bias wrecker. DON’T KILL ME!! Taeyang is great, BUT… dat Park Chimchim doe… (~e we)~ You and I hold the record for longest period of time talking about the same thing (…3 months..) OKAY, it might be because I’m retarded when it comes to responding on tumblr BUT, you were one of the first people I started talking to on here, and you love Kpop? Girl. GIRL. You are and forever will be my aegyo queen, and we shall bond over the untimely death of T.O.P’s wonderful hair (because you know they shaved that shit) 

@keries {Sierra}

My love, it goes without saying that you are the most important person to me. It’s kind of crazy. You’ve somehow found a way to enchant me, to pull my cold little heart out of it’s year long hiatus and now it can’t let go. You are perfection to me, and you make up for all my painfully obvious short comings. Every day I feel so lucky to have found you, and while I’m gone, you will be the first thing I think about in the mornings and the last thing I think about before bed. You are my wings as I am your anchor. Thank you for putting up with me. I love you. ♡♡

@opalynch {Ailen}

My little Maebear.. Do I even need to type this?? It’s so obvious that you are so so so so special to me. Like, I can’t even put it into words. I still to this day have no idea how we got talking, but it was one of the best decisions I’ve made on this tragic site. No one can take your place, and you have a permanent spot in my heart. You are so incredibly cute and ugh, such an angel. Where have you been all my life?!

@papakoscheis {Sara}

Sawa! (Okay I know what you’re thinking… can I NOT be a fucking marshmallow for one second?! The answer is.. no.) Okay so confession time. I kind of high-key stalked you for like a week before you followed me. I mean I’m going to act like I NEVER said that, but it’s the truth. Your whole existence is my aesthetic and you are so eclectic and unique, not to mention so damn smart. You’re going to go far in life and I’m going to ride those damn coat tails to victory!!! There’s nothing you can do to stop me! c:<

@tragicpatroclus {Daisy}

Okay… so… confession time again… You were the first person I ever talked to on this (still tragic) site. You are my first friend here! You took my tumblr virginity! I didn’t even get dinner out of the deal but hey, I’m… totally.. fine with that. Dates are overrated anyway.. >_> Seriously though.. where’s my dinner?! You are legitimately the smartest person I’ve met here. I’m not even kidding. You and I can seemingly talk about anything. I love it! Thank you so much for putting up with my shitty schedule and equally shitty social skills (I’m starting to see a trend here) you too have a place in my heart and I know you’ll soar like a wonderful eagle. Or Pegasus. I mean, your choice. c:

@virtuestars {Luna}

Last but not least! Okay so since I’m prone to going on and on and on, I’m going to try to sum this up in a paragraph. YOU ARE AMAZING! You and I met at a very trying time in my life, and talking to you really improved me. We can always procrastinate together and holy shit, I’m so excited for you to be studying abroad! We will totally have to go out and party sometime. I probably have to most in common with you out of anyone on this post and just knowing I can trust you with my thoughts, any of them, makes me feel so secure in our friendship and I hope and pray you feel the same. Love you!

❦ Loriat’s Follow Forever List

Legend: Babes | Mutuals | ⋆Inspos⋆

1 ~ C

@102runway @achielles ⋆@acuite⋆ @admlynch @alyxhathaway11 @apollonic@archistratego  @arrtemiss @arthoesunshine @asteriaria @astoryillnevertell @astrae @astraera  ⋆@astreay@astveria @asweetshame @auroremus @aurorras @banshy @bellatryks @benbornes @bilboh @bleeding-typewriters @bsargent @calliophes@calliophies@casimeres-lair @castielles @chaleurette @chovchang @cruciatuz @cuipid @czeornys

D ~ H

@dawnstvr @dementvr @divinetheta @dravvings @dreadwvlf @dreamthievves @drunklesbian @eclairer-le-ciel @eileenbahar-arts @emblazecl @english-idylls @eorumverba @exyjosten @ettheseus @eumycota @faeheys @fairydusts @featherumbrellas @firetomypride @fixyourwritinghabits @fleurdealcours@fleurrdelacour@fntstory @foxandstardust @frenchpoetry @fscottfitzgerld @game-of-quotes @gansaey @georgiableedscreativity@ginnys@halaltequila @hautescoutures @hayleylkiyoko @hckat @herhmione @herrmione @herxnstairs @histcries @huffelpuff@hynpos

I ~ N

⋆@ibuzoo⋆ ⋆@illuminosity@immobvlus@inkmagician@inksomniac @isabellasharp @jesprefahey@jilys@keries @ketterdvvm @khaleesee @kingscross @kinqstark @kknotted @kvnvki @lefleurette @lhzthepoet @liilyevans @lilyevians @literateure @lleotolstoy @longbottomed @looonyluna @lord-byronn @lostintales @lxcuna @lumosmaxima @lupins @meaningless–poetry @meetmeinadaydream @merflk @metanoiac @minjard @minrd @mjnyard @moody-nature @moongloss@moonrivier @narcsissa @nature-is-gorgeous @nehmesis@neptuneve @njmphadora   @nobunny88 @nubiferum

O ~ T

@ocxnus @oneihroi @okaymacaulay @okayodysseus @opalynch @opheliamayersv @orgaena @orlandcbloom @orros @oscarwiilde @othellos ⋆@oylmpians⋆ @paintedemons ⋆@papakoscheis⋆ @parisfashionhouse @patroiclus @pequicks ⋆@persrephone⋆ @petrichovr @pipedream@pltrch⋆ @poeets ⋆@pohroro⋆ @prcserpina ⋆@priveting⋆ @ptxd ⋆@pushkins⋆ @qiu-jin @quotes @quotethat @reveiling@rcbynn@rhaegals @rogvepilot @royaltea@rykesmeadow@sealands @simplyvibes @siriusblsck @sofhtie @softalina @softdegas@softfeyre@softheartedpoet @softmeliorns @softstained @starspvn ⋆@stormybisexual⋆ @stormxarie @storyexcerpts @suburbanmomjeans @svvackhamer ⋆@swansmonet⋆ @sxofcrows @tcrtarus @tedtonks @thcodorcnott @theclassicsreader @thehound @therepublicofletters @thewinedarksea @thewritershandbook @thewrittenmagic @thoughts-positivity @tidsource @tinselswan @tlnagoldsteln @tragicpatroclus @tranquilist @tresmoreau

U ~ Z

@ulyxxes @umfleur @unwrittenphrases @vanettineros@veinus@velvetcloak @velvetglrl@versaillcs@vesrailles @virtuestars @vivalcli @voldemxrt @voneverec @vvintervveiss @whereicarusfell @williamherxndale @wordsbydominic@written-in-pen@yalitsquad @zoyalina!

Thank you so much to everyone on this list for being my friends, my inspirations, and having such wonderful content for me to oogle at all day! I will miss you all so dearly.  ♥

anonymous asked:

I love everything Natsume you've written, especially the ones tagged with Natsume protection squad, cause it's great to see them being protective of this adorable cinnamon roll. And a prompt: takashi isnt feeling well, but remembering how being sick has burdened his past fosters, he's reluctant to let anyone know. Bonus point for including nishimura and kitamoto.

“Na–tsu–me,” Nishimura says too brightly. “I have a question for you!”

Sensing danger, Natsume lifts his aching head slowly and eyes his classmate with all the wariness he deserves. “What is it?”

“Well, I was just wondering why you told Touko-san you didn’t have a fever,” he says, still oozing with that false sense of cheer, “when it’s pretty obvious that you do?”

“Nishimura,” he starts, realizing too late where this is going. Nishimura doesn’t give ground.

“I get the feeling that whatever you’re about to say isn’t some variation of ‘you’re so right, Nishimura, and I was so wrong!’ so I don’t really wanna hear it.”

“Since when are you Class Two’s mother hen?” another student asks with a grin. Her glance at Natsume is worried, though, because yeah, he looks that bad. Honestly, who was he trying to kid?

“Since sensei had Tsuji go run an errand,” he replies airily, waving a hand. “Natsume, seriously. Let me take you to the nurse’s station.”

“I’m fine,” he says – unconvincingly, since it comes out more of a wheeze. “The school day is half over, anyway, so – “

“So it doesn’t matter as much if you just take it easy.” Nishimura softens despite himself, leaning over to feel Natsume’s forehead with the back of his hand. “I mean – you’re kinda scaring me, you know? What if your fever fries your brain, or you dehydrate and pass out, or – “

“Nishimura,” Natsume says again, wearily, “none of that’s going to happen.”

“You’re so sick you can’t sit up straight,” he shoots back. “And you’ll faint on a good day! Sorry if I’m a little worried about you!”

His tone has Natsume lifting hooded eyes to meet his, and they’re hazy so it takes him a minute to parse the words – but then his brow wrinkles, and his mouth tugs into a frown, and he pushes himself up on his elbows from where he’d been draped bonelessly on top of his desk. 

“No, it’s not – “ he starts, and then loses the words. Frustrated with himself, he tries again. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it. I just – I didn’t want you to worry in the first place. I take up so much of Touko-san and Shigeru-san’s time already, and you guys – “

Nishimura wants to shake him. As it is, he leans over and grabs Natsume by the shoulders, as hard as he dares.

“Don’t you think we worry more when you push yourself too far without telling anyone and make yourself even sicker?”

“I know,” he mutters, “I know, Nishimura, you’re right.”

“I know I’m right,” he replies smartly. “Are you ready to go to the nurse’s station?”

Because Natsume is probably the most stubborn person alive, his answer is a glance to the side, toward the window, and no verbal response. Nishimura shakes his head. 

“I thought so. That’s why I called in reinforcements.” 

“Nishimura, you didn’t – “

“If you won’t listen to me, I have no choice,” Nishimura says, spreading his hands apologetically. But he isn’t very apologetic at all, and it probably shows on his face if Natsume’s scowl is anything to go by. “Hey, you played yourself. You should’ve just come along nice and easy.”

The classroom door rattles open, and Tanuma’s framed in the doorway for all of a second. His eyes find Natsume across the room almost instantly, and his expression morphs into one it’s almost hard to look at. 

Resigned, Natsume stands and starts packing his bookbag. Tanuma lifts it out of his hands before he can string it over his shoulder, dark eyes equal parts gentle and steely, and looks ready to frogmarch Natsume down the hall if it comes to that, which is precisely what Nishimura was counting on. 

“This is bullying,” Natsume remarks dryly. His voice is hoarse and his eyes are overbright, but he still manages to sound cheeky. He’d manage to sound cheeky on his deathbed. Nishimura leans back in the chair he’d parked up by Natsume’s desk and beams at him, unrepentant.

“I’m comfortable with that. Maybe eventually you’ll learn to stay home and let your mom take care of you when you’re sick, and it won’t come to this anymore.”

Something self-conscious flits across Natsume’s expression, and if he wasn’t already flushed with fever, Nishimura would blame some of that high color in his cheeks on shame. 

It’s that, more than anything, that makes Nishimura lean over and catch him by the sleeve, tugging lightly. 

“We’re gonna take care of you whether you like it or not,” he says, not unkindly. “Just try to make it a little easier on everybody and let us. At least once in awhile. Okay?”

And Natsume softens. Smiles faintly when Tanuma puts a hand on his shoulder. Says, “Okay.”

He’s absent from school for the next two days. Kitamoto calls the house and Touko-san assures him Natsume’s doing much better after a visit to the doctor. Nishimura misses him, but he still considers it a win. 

Dark Amber Eyes (Jordan Fisher x Reader)

Word Count: 4705 (FUCK YEAH) Request/Summary: This one wasn’t requested, I just got the idea and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Tis College AU. Warnings: Cussing should be it. (:

A/N-  A special thanks to @hamilton-noodles for proofreading, remember I owe ya one. 

Okay, I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted any writing but hopefully this will bring me back into the swing of things. Also Jordan in glasses. You know it’s my weakness. I had to. Enjoy (:

Tagging- @lionhearte-d


Like most nights, tonight, sleep was… elusive. You let a short sigh slip from your lips before reaching over and turning on the lamp, shoving your glasses onto your face. You sighed again and slid out of bed, the cuffs of your over-sized pajama pants dragging on the carpet behind you as you shuffled to the door. With a sniffle, you grabbed your favorite mug from the cupboard and wandered out the door.

You turned on the faucet and tucked your mug under the flow until it was sufficiently filled. After sauntering over to the microwave, you reached for the handle, but your hand bumped into another. “Oh.” You spoke quietly, looking up at the young man next to you. This was a community kitchen for your floor but it wasn’t often you found someone here at three AM. He smiled politely, “You can- I’m not-” You told each other simultaneously before you both fell into nervous laughter. Your laughter soon turned into a fit of coughs. “Are you okay?” He asked, bumping the frame of his glasses to push them back up his nose. “Yeah-” You coughed again, “I’m just a little-” Cough. “Sick.” Cough. “I was going to make some tea.” You glanced down at the mug in your hands. “Hot cocoa.” He replied, gesturing to his own mug. You nodded as a few moments of awkward stillness passed by, the endless thrumming emanating from the lights above you becoming increasingly more annoying.

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In honor of all the Disney prince charmings that started this whole whump thing for me back when I was just a  kid! I’d see Aladdin drown or John Smith getting shot and I’d get butterflies in ma stomach, freakin’ butterflies! 

I honestly thought I was the most messed up corrupt human. But alas! The sun had risen and the day has come when I realized there’s a definition for this sort of thing, and a whole lovely community behind it! And now… now I can sleep at night :)

Conclusion, it’s Walt Disney’s fault…