she's judging all of you


Dedicated to my angst king, @bunny-yams. You aren’t just dude. You’re my dude.

Soft sunlight flowed through the air, a stillness falling over the graveyard as the steady grey rows of tombstones were interrupted every few steps by a bouquet of flowers. The color popped out from behind a grave, resting on another one, being all that was left of the memory that someone loved a person now gone. Sighing softly, Thomas reached his destination and sat down in front of the grave he had come to see. The soft dirt snuck under the corners of his fingernails and blades of grass bent gently as he rested, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath before opening them once more.

A small bouquet of wilted flowers caught his eye. They were daisies- well, they had been daisies. Bright white shining in the sunlight reduced to nothing more than a dull yellowed brown, like tea-soaked parchment. Thomas brushed the dying flowers aside and placed a pink rose on the grass where the daisies had been laying. Alexander had never been particularly fond of daisies, anyways.

He could almost hear Alexander now, berating him for thinking that daisies, of all things, would be an acceptable thing to place on his grave. And Thomas would laugh softly before reminding Alexander that the dead have no choice whether or not daisies get placed on their graves. Then maybe he would hear Alexander mumble a soft thanks for the rose. If Thomas closed his eyes, he could almost imagine the soft breeze passing by was Alexander pressing a kiss to his forehead. Almost.

“I miss you,” Thomas stated, not opening his eyes as he spoke to the gravestone in front of him. “I know that you don’t expect me to, and I know that I don’t want to, but I miss you.” Thomas could feel the world turning back time around him, and played with the idea of days and weeks and months passing by in a flash, leaves floating back up to trees and returning to a vibrant green instead of a bold scarlet.

He could feel the grass beneath him like the way it had when he’d rushed over to Alexander after the shorter man had fallen from a tree. ‘I don’t need you to help me up,’ Alexander had said, cheeks blushing a soft pink, and Thomas had chuckled and extended his arm anyways, which Alexander gladly took. Steadying himself, he’d flashed Thomas a shy smile and held his hand tighter. Thomas reached his hand down and tightly gripped the grass beneath him, desperate to remember the feeling of Alexander’s hand in his.

Thomas took in another deep breath, the cool air sharp on his tongue like the taste of that awful mint bubblegum Alexander had liked to chew while he worked. Thomas couldn’t even attempt to count how many times Alexander had blown a bubble only for it to pop in his face and get in his hair. He could barely even keep track of the creative swears Alexander would use. After all, you never truly attempt to memorize something if you don’t know you’ll never fully experience it again.

He could still hear Alexander yelling, if he let his mind wander far enough. Yelling at him in meetings and arguments about small issues- big ones, too. Things only one of them did that both of them regretted for entirely different reasons. Alexander would always punctuate his words during arguments by throwing his arms up into the air, showing off the many scars he’d received over the years. He knew every scar on Alexander’s skin, each story behind them more hazy in his mind than the last.

Sitting at Alexander’s grave in the mid-September sunlight, Thomas came to a conclusion. Life was like studying for a test. You read and review the major parts, let them chase through your mind like Alexander chased through the halls of the office when he had a startling idea. But the small details? The specific flavor of mint gum, or the exact words spoken in your last conversation to a loved one? Those were the things you overlooked. Those were the things you wished more than anything you could remember. Wish that you could somehow go back in time and tell your past self that this, this is important, this is the thing you need. Because soon enough you’ll wish you were able to remember it. And you won’t.

Thomas opened his eyes and smiled sadly at the inscription of the gravestone before standing and turning, walking away. Life was a test. And death was simply realizing you didn’t remember quite enough of the memories you’d taken for granted.

Sameen Shaw Appreciation Day

I loved how last month everyone got into paying tribute to ‘If-Then-Else’ with me so I thought I would give you all a heads up that I plan on doing something similar this coming Tuesday (February 21) to celebrate the anniversary of the first time our favorite compact Persian sociopath graced our screens. (‘Relevance’ aired on February 21, 2013)

I’ll be posting my favorite stills of Shaw all day as well as Shaw-centric posts on my other blog. I’d love to make a day of reveling in all her badass glory.

So dig up your favorite Shaw posts or make some new ones! 

It’s hammer time 🔨


Honor Killing in the Middle East…. by Christians.

Such savages, let’s bar Christian men from coming in until we figure this all out.

What really horrifys me is that the social workers made her go back home to a situation they knew was abusive and she was killed days later. That social worker has blood on their hands.

Imagine being in a relationship with Peter Parker.

Fandom: Marvel (Spiderman)


Originally posted by spiderholland

  • Quick kisses in the corridors in between classes.
  • Lunch breaks spent on the rooftop.
  • He often accompanied you to your class, even though he had to rush to his own after that, getting late especially when he had math on the other side of the school.
  • But even then he didn’t usually get as late as one could suppose. You were almost sure he sometimes used his webs to move faster.
  • His friends were your friends. You would become a member of the pack (pretty small, but still) instantly, without realisation.
  • You would have spent hours in his house, officially helping him with homework, even though you were pretty sure he had absolutely no problem with doing it himself, but Peter still asked you for help anyway. It would often turn into cartoon marathons.
  • His aunt probably knew all along, judging by the looks she was giving the two of you every time you came out of his room. She often left you completely alone in the house, going shopping or to one of her friends. First few times you didn’t even notice, but then it got a little suspicious.
  • Peter would often take you on top of the high buildings to watch the sunset. It was beautifully stunning since the buildings didn’t cover the sky.
  • No matter how late it was, if you called him when you felt upset or just lonely, he would get to your window in minutes, ready to help you in any way he could. You were sure one day he would literally break something while hanging outside your window – it’s not like you were living on the first floor.
  • Peter was always a ray of sunshine, making you feel better just by being around you.
  • You would often watch movies, cuddled up together on your small couch or on his bed. You actually preferred his bed, not only because it was more comfortable for two people, but because you didn’t have to clean the scraps of food afterwards. You often got too absorbed with each other or a movie (especially a scary one) that you didn’t even see it falling.
  • Sweet, dorky kisses when you were half asleep.

If you want more headcanons, just leave a request :)

Seeing everybody jump to conclusions and ‘cancel’ characters without trying to understand why they’re acting that way explains perfectly why the world is full of hate.

My Mum


My mum died yesterday of a really shitty form of cancer. This post is not to get sympathy, this post is to tell you how awesome and amazing she was.

She was not famous, she didn’t have a important job or save the world. My mum was far better than that.

She was kind and gave her time to everyone who needed an ear or a shoulder.

I won’t give you a great long life story of her hardships, and there were hardships because that’s not the point I’m trying to make.

This is the point, my mum was kind to everyone and she smiled. She didn’t judge by colour creed, races, gender or sexual orientation. She judge you by the way you treated others and she treated all others with respect and love.

She listened to me and my siblings and many many others who came across her for hours. She  gave her family the opportunity to grow and know that love and kindness are the way forward.

Life is not about money and stuff and how big your house and cars are. It’s about how you treat the world and those in it, It’s about being positive and helping when you can.

That smile and kind word you say to someone today can touch someone more than you know and just get them over a hard time. and my mum was a star at that.

And that’s what I want to say, be more like my mum please people, at work, on line or at home.

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I’m not very good at making comics so excuse the bad quality // I tried to shorten it a bit, but I guess it’s still a bit long huh //

So Asahi has a lot of baby Eevees because he takes care of pretty much any Pokemon he finds, and sometimes some of these Pokemon end up finding good new trainers! So of course I ended up having this idea pff // Ace will evolve into a Jolteon btw :3c

Maybe the idea is a little cheesy but // pff I can’t help it. This comic is supposed to happen before the “story” begins in this AU `v´ The Pokemon equivalent of a first year Noya forming a closer bond with second year Asahi, who ends up becoming his double battle partner later on~ :3c Asahi at this point still hasn’t become an actual breeder, and is referred to as “ace trainer” for being good at battles, as his Pokemon are always well taken-care of, in which case he is a power house to be recognized by his buddies. Though he doesn’t really have much confidence in himself as a trainer. Noya however sees great potential in him, and gets to the habit of visitting the place where he cares for his Pokemon - and stray Pokemon he helps out of the streets, because what a good guy right~ Details on the whole story will come up soon hopefully, I really want to work on this `v´ for now have a little cheesy comic explaining how Noya got a Pokemon again, because yes.

Wow I think I write a lot on these Pokemon AU captions // Sorry I get too excited ;v; But I hope y’all are enjoying the ideas I share!

[More Haikyuu Pokemon AU here!]

A Portrait Worth a Thousand Words (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

aka My Sad Attempt at Fluff for Bruce

The portrait wasn’t the original – that one had been one of the many things lost in the fire that claimed Wayne Manor. No, this one was actually a copy that had once hung for many years at Wayne Tower in downtown Gotham. Of course, Bruce made sure that it had been replaced with a duplicate he’d commissioned, earning admiration from many who saw it as the act of a loving, successful son who was determined to always keep another legacy of his parents nearby.

It therefore puzzled you that he didn’t keep it aboveground in the Glass House but, instead, subterranean in the Batcave. It became even more perplexing when you realized that it was placed in a hallway that Bruce seemed to rarely walk down, quite possibly even finding alternate options to the route if he could. Most people would have a painting of their long-deceased parents somewhere in a common area or even private one; just somewhere where they could always see them and smile at them, maybe even hold a conversation. Then again, Bruce was not most people, being a tall, stupid-rich, former-playboy who moonlighted as knuckle-baring vigilante in a bat suit.

You simply followed his unspoken example.

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Vikings Preference "How they react to you having a spanking kink" (NSFW)

(Wooo More Vikings preference :3 Hope it is as requested 😏😏😏 and you all like it!! Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owner.)

Ragnar-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d go at you so much more willingly just to hear you scream for more. He’d love that he could get this rough with you without feeling guilty about it and would definitely give in to your demands, smirking as he asks you to tell him loudly exactly what you want.

Rollo-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d find it rather hot and wouldn’t resist to spank you on most proper occasions. He’d just love to be able to let his rough instinct come out when he’s with you and hearing you beg for it. However, nonetheless his favorite part of all of it would be to soothe all your pain away after it.

Floki-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d be surprised and find it to be rather interesting. He’d tease you about it most of the time and just constantly remind you the mark he’d leave on your ass during the day, only to himself getting turned on by it.

Athelstan-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d find it to be rather sinful, not understanding the satisfaction you get from it. However, hearing you beg him to do so in bed wouldn’t stop him from giving it to you and while in the act, he himself would usually get turned on as well.

Bjorn-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d get turned on by the idea of doing so and would give in to you more than usually. He’d find himself finding satisfaction from hearing you moan for more and seeing you marked all over by him would only make him smile during the day as he thinks about it.

Ubbe-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d tease you about it while in bed with you, gripping your ass constantly to make you beg for him. He’d feel in control to know how much you like and be the one to give it to you when you desperately want it.

Hvitserk-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d find it rather interesting and would always have so much fun doing it for you. He’d tease you about it, with his touch and smile at you, only to get turned on as you’d moan and beg him to go harder.

Sigurd-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d find you to be a rather dirty minded person but wouldn’t mind it. Although, he’d tend to want to be sweet with you, knowing that you love being spanked gives him the courage to be rougher.

Ivar-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d smirk and feel satisfied to know that he can have such control over you. He’d be relentless with the way he’d tease you, knowing that he make you scream and beg for more. He’d honestly get even turned on by it as for him it is a great excuse to punish you harder.

Halfdan-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d have his fun with you and show you how rough he can get with you. He’d feel like he was able to be himself to treat you so roughly and knowing that you’d beg him for more and even moan for it, would only turn him on more than usually.

Harald-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d be stunned to know that you love it that rough and would get turned on by the idea of it to be a dirty secret between you both. He’d always have satisfaction from getting rough with you, especially as you’d beg him in your moaning voice for more.

Aethelwulf-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d find it to be rather strange and somewhat sinful, not seeing the pleasure in it. He’d feel like he would be hurting you that way that is until you’d truly convince him otherwise, turning him on as well.

King Ecbert-When he learns you have a spanking kink, he’d find you to be rather promiscuous and would love you even more for that. He’d love the idea of being the only one to know about your weakness and would use it against you whenever he needs you to obey him or simply to hear you let your voice out shamelessly.

Lagertha-When she learns you have a spanking kink, she’d find it interesting that you love such pain and pleasure but wouldn’t hesitate to give it to you. She’d find herself enjoying to hear you let out your voice so freely and would never mind to hear you beg for her.

Aslaug-When she learns you have a spanking kink, she’d use it against you somehow and would make sure to have you wrapped around her fingers. She’d make you realize only she could give you satisfaction, making it to be her favorite act to do to you.

Thorunn-When she learns you have a spanking kink, she’d be surprised and wouldn’t know what to say. She’d try to be open to it and slowly learn to get used to it without judging you, only for the both of you to end up laughing most of the time.

Helga-When she learns you have a spanking kink, she’d learn to understand and appreciate it. She wouldn’t judge you at all and would be open enough to try and learn to get turned on by the idea of doing so for you.

Common Ground

Hiya! Your stories are amazing you’re an incredible writer.   I was just wondering if you could write a story about Lynn Gunn that’s smutty where the other person is famous, but total opposite to Lynn so she’s a pop singer.   I don’t know if that’s lame or not was just an idea! Thank You.

I got into this one so it’s a bit longer than usual, hope that’s alright! This was real good to write so I hope you like it, anon. And thanks again for your v kind words. 

Hit me up with any requests & I’ll see what I can do, friends. 

“You’re pairing me with a rock band?” You asked incredulously. You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but you were kind of freaking out. There was no way your music would translate to that kind of crowd, and you didn’t know if your ego could take the inevitable rejection.
“They’re not a rock band per say. They’re a blend of dark electronic pop, with a few heavier rock elements. The singer is LGBT just like you and the whole band have a really receptive following. I think it could be a great move.” You tried to believe your managers words, he’d never been wrong before. But he’d also never suggested something so risky.
“You think just because we’re both gay that this is worthwhile?” You bit, feeling slightly offended.
“Not at all. You know more than anyone that I don’t believe any of that stuff matters, it’s always been about the music. But if you can appear as a united front, imagine all of the LGBT+ audience members you can reach. There’s no shame in playing to your strengths, and one of yours is that you’re a strong icon for young lesbian women. It’s a fact. And so is Lyndsey, from PVRIS. And think of all the people you could reach on a tour like this, people that you’d otherwise never get the chance to perform to.” You nodded, knowing you’d feel like a dick if you refused at this point. You did want to inspire people and you definitely weren’t ashamed to be out in the music industry. You wanted to help people, and most of all you wanted to create art. And it seemed like this band and Lyndsey had the same vision.

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Left in the Dark / ≠ Marcus Cooley ≠

Words: 1070

One second you were standing in the hallway laughing with your friends and the next you were being forcefully turned around and had your ex-boyfriend yelling at you. 

“Is it true?!”

Taken completely off guard, your mouth had slightly parted and you were left standing in the hall gaping at him. “W-what?” you stuttered. 

Marcus looked furious and you couldn’t for the life of you, figure out why. Seeming to realise that he had made a scene, finally noticing the stares from everyone in the hallways around you-his fingers dug into your arm as he dragged you into the closest empty classroom.

The slam of the door caused you to flinch. “What’s going on?” you demanded, your arms finding their way around yourself in an attempt of a weak hug.

“Did you have an abortion?” he spat, cutting straight to the chase.

You felt as though the world had stopped at his question. 

“Why would you ask me something like that?” you questioned, feeling your stomach turn.

“Just tell me the truth!” he yelled, moving closer to you. 

You took a few steps back, not because you was scared of Marcus but because you felt that at any moment your legs would give out on you. “Where did you hear that?” you asked him, the unsettling feeling continuing to grow within you. 

“It doesn’t matter. Just tell me,” he insisted, his voice quieter-weaker-than before.

“We-” you found it hard to word what you wanted to say. “We’re not a couple. Nothing I do concerns you anymore.”

The look he gave you was indescribable, “So it is true?” The expression on your face must have said everything he needed to know. “You actually-” his words were cut off, he too was not able to find the right words he needed to talk to you.

“Please tell me where you heard it from-who you heard it from,” you begged, hating the idea of anybody in school knowing what you had done. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he told you. 

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter?! Of course it does. I only told-” you stopped yourself from saying anything else.

Marcus glared, “Only told who?” he demanded, encouraging you to continue. “Hannah?” he spat. “You told Hannah Baker that you were pregnant-that you were getting rid of it.”

“How did-” 

“How could you?!” he demanded, raising his voice. “How could you just do something this without telling me? Without asking me? You didn’t even tell me you were pregnant in the first place!”

“Ask you? As if I needed your permission, your approval?”

Marcus only stared at you.

You returned his glare, “It was not your decision.”

“It was my baby too! You were just being selfish!”

“Selfish?” you scoffed. “You, of all people, want to talk to me about being selfish?”

Marcus shook his head, “Don’t start,” he insisted, raising a hand as if to silence you. 

“Don’t start?” you asked. “I think maybe I should. I think you’d love to hear everything I have to say. I mean it’s all about you…so why wouldn’t you be interested? That’s all you care about anyway, so I don’t see why you would have any objections.”

He rolled his eyes, “Put it back on me like you always do,” he mutters sarcastically. “It’s all my fault! I made you break up with me, I made you get an abortion.”

“No,” you denied quickly. “I made those decisions myself-but you were a huge reason to why our relationship didn’t work out. Don’t act as if you’re clueless about what went wrong with us.”

“And the baby? Are you going to blame that on me too?”

You felt tears pool in your eyes, “No,” you admit. “I just…I can’t-couldn’t…”

“You couldn’t what?”

“Be a mother! It’s not time…I’m not ready. I just couldn’t. I couldn’t bring a baby into this world-not yet.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, you could have sworn his voice cracked a little. 

You moved your hands to grip the table on either side of you, needing something to support you. “It wouldn’t have changed anything. Why should I have put this on you? Give you something to worry about or feel guilty over…I wouldn’t have done that to you. You weren’t supposed to ever find out.”

“I deserved to know,” he reasoned. 

“Maybe,” you sighed, hating how you sounded-how you came across. “But like I said. It would have made no difference. My mind was made up. Nothing you said would have changed that.”

“Why did you tell Hannah?”

A single tear fell down your cheek before you could stop it, you wiped your eyes to prevent anymore from falling. “She was my friend. I needed someone to confide in. She helped me, more than I could have ever-” you stopped to take a breath. “She was there for me when I needed her, she helped me through it-she didn’t judge me at all.”

“You went to that whore about something this private instead of turning to me? Is this why you broke up with me? Because of Hannah? Did she say something?”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, rubbing a hand over you face. “I’m going. I can’t listen to this, I can’t do this anymore.”

You stood straight and started to make your way to the door, but his hand reached out and gripped you as you passed him, “We’re not done.”

“Yeah we are!” you snapped, pulling your arm from his grip. “You know that we weren’t fit to be together. I felt trapped and I felt as though I wasn’t myself when I was with you. We just weren’t right for one another. That’s why I broke up with you. The baby,” you sighed, shaking your head. “There are so many factors but ultimately…I wasn’t ready-mentally, physically…I know you probably won’t be able to understand and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I really am-but I made the best decision I could in the situation I was in.”

Marcus’ eyes seemed to never left yours as you spoke.

“Goodbye Marcus,” you whispered.

“No! Wait. We have to discuss this.”

You shook your head, your hand hovering over the door’s handle, “No,” you said. “We’re done, Marcus. Relationship and conversation wise. Please don’t bring this up again,” you requested as you pushed the door open, your tears threatening to fall as you leave Marcus alone in the classroom. 

Girlfriend Chaeyoung

Originally posted by dahyunniie

Chaeng would be a cool but cute girlfriend. Like, she would be so proud to be dating you, that were her crush for so much time. She would show you off to everyone, saying to them how amazing you were. But would get a little jealous if they stared too much at you or if they’re starting to act flirty. Losing you would be the nightmare of her life. So you would have to constantly tell her that you don’t care about others.

There would be a lot of skinship. Except if you’re around the Twice members. But she would still hold your hand and giving you small and quick kisses. And even that little would cause them to tease her a little bit about it, telling her how cute you two were. Which would cause her to be a little embarrassed but she would love that her friends supported her relationship with you.

Your arguments would be really rare, but when they happened she would be really calm and mature over it and would immediately recognize if she’s wrong or right. She would do all she could to anticipate the end of that argument so you could be fine with each other.

You would have a really comfortable relationship where you can openly speak about things that are worrying or bothering you. She would listen to you closely and would try to help you with your problems or whatever. She wouldn’t be judging at all.

She would just be so grateful that you are her girlfriend and that you love her the same she loves you. Your relationship would be really meaningful. A lot of people would want to have a relationship like yours.

bubbacaiks  asked:

Hi! I really enjoy your sonamy stories! You're one of the best fanfiction writers I've ever come across. And so, I'd like to submit a prompt idea. :) Could you please write a 'Sonic is worried Amy is moving on to other guys' prompt? Thank you! :D

Sure thing, buddy ;Db



Hedgehog village was same old, same old. However, come to think of it…

“I just watched the latest Tommy Thunder! They introduced that new girl character who gives him a peck on the cheek every time he saves her!” A woman walked by the gang, as they turned to listen for a moment, having eaten at Meh Burger.

The guy next to her looked excited, his fists shaking like a fan as he seemed to know which episode she was talking about. “I know! He saved her like, 20 times!”

“Right!? I ship it!” she also did a little squeal to match his excitement, lifting her leg up as they continued to walk pass the gang.

“Tommy Thunder has a girlfriend?” Knuckles stated at last, before freaking out, “Oh no! Spoiler alerts! I can’t-… ah… unsee…” he suddenly looked like he was choking, before falling over and reaching for the sky, gripping what little of a neck he had.

“Knuckles, you don’t even have a neck to strangle. Trust me, I checked twice.” Sticks nonchalantly commented, before they looked at her but Amy rose a fist, shaking it in disgust.

“Ohh… great! Another terrible depiction of a female lead! Honestly, is it all about the womanly appeal with Hollytimber?”

She turned when she didn’t hear an answer.

Helping Knuckles up, they all suddenly stopped and stared at her a moment, realizing she wanted an answer.

“Oh, yeah, totally.” “Uh-huh.” “Couldn’t agree more!”

“You guys didn’t even hear me… did you?” she looked pretty upset, before looking up at the studio that did small theater productions.

“Huh, I bet I could make a movie that shows a TRUE depiction of a strong female lead.” she smirked, before Sonic stepped in.

“Hey, you can’t just judge all women like you do yourself, Ames…” he folded his arms after gesturing to her. “Why not put yourself in the girl’s shoes?”

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to kiss Tommy Thunder?” Sticks shrugged, as Tails was left to hold up Knuckles on his own, and crumbled under the weight, seeming squished. (Tails died joke inserted into episode cue complete)

“Ah! Is that how it is? Fine! I’ll pretend to be this new diva and show that lot of you how no woman on earth is actually that shallow! Hmph!” she stormed off, but the team all got up and together, looking confused.

“I feel we’ve unleashed a deadly enemy upon ourselves…” Tails gulped, as Sonic waved it off.

“Ah, she’s bluffing. Just watch. She’ll crack before the end of the episode.”

As the next day comes, the team is waiting for Amy at Meh Burger again, but this time, they see a woman dressed just like Stella Storm, the new female lead of Tommy Thunder’s cast.

“Is that..?”


Amy pretends to trip, as the store owner catches her, “Woah, are you okay?”

She turns and swishes her hair around, before fawning a minute and then batting her eyes, “Oh~ My hero~” she kissed his cheek, “Thank you, sweetie~” she waved and moved in a particular fashion of hollytimber like girls, as the store owner looked a bit taken aback.

“Well, that was a lousy first kiss.” the store owner commented, and walked back inside.

“Amy? What are you doin’? You look like you’re wearing what I’m wearing… but shinier and… less.” Sticks got up, annoyed at first before really taken a look at Amy’s appearance and staring for a moment, before looking down. “Are those my shoes?”

“I took the liberty to procure some of your clothes and … change them up a bit!” she puffed up her hair, and then turned to the boys. “Hi, gents~” she winked with a slight flirt.

The guys all ‘yucked’ and then proceeded to ‘wash’ themselves in their awkward ways from that last communication.

“Group meeting. No girls allowed!” Sonic grabbed Tails and Knuckles.

“She’s clearly going all out with this prank, huh?”

“She’s really got the part down though.” Tails responded to Sonic, looking back over his shoulder and seeing Amy slip on the water, but Dave the Intern using his broom to get her up.

“Heeeey… I just washed that..”

“Oh, hehe. Thank you, kind sir~” she kissed his cheek, as he dropped his broom and looked shocked.

“Oh no! It’s happening! My mother told me what to doooo.” He suddenly stopped, dropped, and rolled away.

Amy watched and then shrugged, swinging her hips as she walked away.

Sticks caught her gag-reflex and ran to a trashcan, sticking her whole face in it and barfing before coming out, looking sick.

“What is that SMELL”

“Stella Storm doesn’t ‘smell’, she releases aroma~” Amy spoke as if stuck up, as Sticks crinkled her nose and plugged it.

“Well your aroma is gonna kill the ecosystem!” she suddenly gasped, “My plants!” she raced off, “I won’t let those violins get ya, babies!”

Amy smiled, seeing her plan working before the boys came back up.

“Oh, hey guys~”

For some reason, Sonic’s eyelid twitched, and he looked annoyed…

“Amy, stop acting like someone you’re not. It’s embarrassing!”

“Oh, Tails~” she swiped her hand in a whirl around his face, before ‘boop’ing his nose with her finger. “Your concern for my well-being is sooooo courteous~” She kissed his cheek as he freaked out, and started rubbing the ‘flith’ off his cheek.

“I was saving that space for Zooey! Now she’ll think I’m a player! AHH!!” he ran off, “Where’s the disinfectant when you need it!?” he charged for what looked like Dave’s handsanitizer, seeming to relax once it was on.

“Oh… that’s not.. oh well. I needed to get rid of the strong cleaning products anyway…”

“Strong?” Tails’s cheek started burning, and he raced off again, screaming, “AHH!!”

“Ah! I don’t want my cheeks on fire either!” Knuckles shook his hands out, and took off.

“Grr… Amy! What was that!?” Sonic gestured behind him to where the two ran off. “You’re losing your friends cause of this ridiculous farce! Drop it all ready!”

“Oh? So you admit that a woman shouldn’t be portrayed as spreading her kisses along like a bag of chips?” she raised her eyebrow, leaning forward and waiting for him to admit she was right.

Out of pride, Sonic said nothing, before blurting out quite loudly, “A person has a right to do whatever they want! If Stella Storm wants to kiss the hero, let her! Doesn’t mean she’s not a believable character!” he argued, not backing down.

“Fine. Then you brought this on yourself.”

“B-br-brought what?” He suddenly leaned back, a little causious now.

She started leaning forward.. “Emm…”

Suddenly, Eggman crashed into the party.

“Hello! Just came to say hi- STELLA STORM!? Ugh, I hate one-dimensional characters.. bleh!” He slouched forward, before sticking his tongue out.

“Finally! Someone who gets it!” Amy seemed pretty happy until…

“They should have made you a brunette!”


After defeating Eggman, Sonic actually did save Amy, finally confessing that girls like Stella Storm should have more hopes and dreams, more character given than just liking some dude. And… that kisses were special.

Amy smiled, “Sonic~”

She threw off the make up, and lightly peeked him on the cheek.

“AH! HEY!?” He wobbled a moment with her in his arms as she laughed.

“What was that for?”

“That was me. Giving a kiss was actually worth something.”

“W-worth… something?”

“Phew, you have no idea how much I’ve HATED kissing people left to right.” She got down from his arms, as he shook his head out of astonishment and looked even more nervous.

“The left and right?” he pointed to each of his cheeks. looking worried or even.. scared?

“Ugh, I’m glad that’s over. Some men even tried to get my phone number. Ha! can you believe it?”

Sonic stood straight, his face saying a thousand words.

“Hold on! H-h-how many guys did you-?” he was about to say more, but she was walking off.

“Eh, some I actually did.”

He twitched violently, like a door-stopper being flicked.

“Hehe. Just kidding.” she looked back over her shoulder, sticking ehr tongue out with a wink, before the others came back from fighting off the rest of the robots and were happy to see her without the cosplay makeup on and ‘Stella Storm’ attitude.

Sonic pouted, upset he was tricked a moment, before scratching the side of his face where she had kissed him, slightly lowering his head down, keeping his eyes on Amy.

“Huh… Well, one reward isn’t so bad.” he awkwardly went back to the group.

(You like? :Dc)

  • What I say: I'm fine
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Ok but ppl really need to stop .. Sana is an open minded person .. she is Okay with whatever you do and she doesn’t judge..all her friends aren’t Muslim and she has never said anything to judge them , that doesn’t have any thing to do with her relationship with yousef .. Sana represents me and lots of other Muslim girls, and “her faith is more important to her” her words , so for the guy she’s obviously in love with to turn out not to be Muslim that kindda destroyed any hope she had .. and honestly if the point of this is that she would be with him while he isn’t Muslim then I would feel bad because that will mean that she let go of part of her beliefs and I would hate to see that happen after everything that she has said and done .. I am not saying that anything is wrong with Yousef I am just saying that I hope Julie and Skam will respect my religion..

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27 A taunt... For Royai (Riza @ Roy but if you think it would come out better the other way then of course do that!) Good luck writing!

I had way too much fun writing this… I hope you guys enjoy!


Hayate’s soft growl echoed in the empty, moonlight-splashed alley. Riza, who was two steps ahead, froze in her tracks. When she turned, he was facing the emptiness of the alley behind them, the black fur on his back bristling. Riza slowly set down her bag of groceries and stuck her hand out towards her agitated dog.

“What is it, boy?” she asked in the sweetest voice she could muster, “Do you see something?”

Hayate didn’t budge, his growl ever intensifying. Riza stiffened and gently placed her hand over the handgun hidden beneath her long violet skirt. Hayate was known for his calm demeanor. It was the only reason he was ever allowed into Central headquarters or accompany the Colonel’s team on missions. She trusted his instincts. If he sensed danger, she didn’t think twice.

“What is it, boy?” she asked again, her voice growing slow and even as she noticed the dull scrape of shoes on cobblestone growing closer.

Hayate bared his teeth as Riza’s worked her fingers beneath her skirt to tighten around the gun. A dark figure rounded a corner into the alley. In a flash, Riza entered full combat mode and aimed her firearm at the imposing stranger.

“Halt! I’m armed!” she cried.

As the figure came into view, he revealed himself to be none other than her commanding officer, Colonel Roy Mustang.

“Evening, Lieutenant! How are you…” his cheery voice faded as he realized he was staring down the barrel of a gun.

He leapt back and raised his arms, “WHAT’S WITH THE GUN?!”

Riza sighed and lowered her weapon, “Colonel, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t follow me without my knowledge. It was only natural that Hayate would become alarmed and I would react in a way to guarantee my safety.”

“Okay, for starters, I wasn’t following you, and secondly, you relied on the dog?!”

Riza grinned, “Of course! He possesses keener senses than I and is incredibly loyal. When he senses danger, he’s usually right. Too bad his track record was ruined by thinking you were a threat.”

Roy’s jaw dropped, “BUT I’M THE FLAME ALCHEMIST!!”

“I’m well aware of that, sir,” she replied.

Roy folded his arms, “Well, you’re still lucky it was me and not somebody who intended harm you.”

Riza laughed and held up her gun, “Have you forgotten I can handle myself alone just fine?”

Roy couldn’t help but smile. She was the Hawk’s Eye after all.

“– And judging by how you look at the moment,” she said while gesturing to his wrinkled white button-down and crooked red tie, “It seems you are in no condition to protect me even if you wanted to.”

Roy frowned and straightened his tie, “You know I was out collecting intelligence from some informants tonight! I have to look the part…”

Riza gave him a devilish grin, and suddenly, Roy realized that she, Riza Hawkeye, was teasing him.

“Any other excuses you’d like to make?” she asked coyly.

Roy ran his fingers through his disheveled hair as he tried to think of a way to beat her at her own game.

He gestured towards the gun Riza still held in her right hand, “Aren’t you going put that away?”

She shook her head, “Not in front of you.”

“Why not?”

“With the holster I’m using, there’s no way I could do it discretely,” she explained.

Roy grinned, “I wouldn’t mind.”

Riza laughed and shook her head as she bent down to pick up her groceries, “I believe there is a law you’re forgetting about, sir.”

She waved to the small black and white dog sniffing absentmindedly at a small daisy blossoming between some cobblestones nearby.

“Come along, Hayate,” she said.

Roy watched Riza’s receding form as she headed for home. Suddenly, she stopped, turned around, and gave him a small wave.

“Have a good evening, Roy!”

Before he could react, she was gone. He turned and started home himself, his head slightly bowed and his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

‘God, I love that woman…’