shit since everyone else is doing it

Context: A little ways into our game we find a bank covered in vines and abandoned so obviously we are gonna loot it. Trying to get into a vault we did some weird shit. Also I am a 6'9" Dragonborn Monk

DM: Okay you are now directly below the vault. How do you want to proceed?
Monk(me): How tall are the ceilings?
DM: About 15’. Why what are you gonna do?
Monk (me): *turns to the rest of the groups* Okay guys. You (Will, our wizard) are gonna fling Anakin (druid) into the air and then I am going to jump up and Anakin will fling me up so I can cast shatter at the ceiling.
DM: ……
Anakin: I’m down.
Will: Yeah let’s do this.
DM: You know you all have to roll perfectly for this to work.
Group: *nods*
DM: Alright roll.
*we all roll between 15-18*
DM: Well since ya’ll are crazy, that plans works. The ceiling breaks leaving a hole to the vault but just big enough to where you fucker (me) can’t fit but everyone else can.

Otayuri High School AU (because of reasons)

-Yuri is the freshman sports prodigy on the track team (because most schools probably dont have a figure skating team)

-Otabek is the senior captain of the debate club (trust me ok? just hear me out)

-Yuri gets dragged to a debate by Viktor who wants to watch his “sweet adorable Yuuri win!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

-People recognize Yuri and find it weird that the angry track team freshman is watching a debate with school heartthrob Viktor Nikiforov

- Otabek sits at the end of the table in the captain’s position with Yuuri on his left and isnt Otabek that guy that Mila keeps talking about ???

-Yuri tries to focus of the debate (not like he wanted to watch people argue anyway) but he cant ???????? because Otabek keeps doing this thing with his jaw and its really attractive distracting OF NO SIGNIFICANCE WHAT SO EVER

-Yuri thinks it’s weird that Otabek hasnt said a word throughout the whole match because he’s the captain so ???? shouldnt he be ????? you know ???? doing something ?????

-Viktor suddenly gets really excited when the opposing school calls out Otabek on his silence

-Yuri is really confused because the whole room is silent and even Viktor finally shut up so what is he missing ????????

-the opposing school looks really smug (Yuri is not happy bc he has that school spirit) when Otabek clears his throat and stands

-he has no notes ??????

-everyone else had notes ??????? so where are Otabek’s notes ??????

-there’s a beat of silence and Otabek barely says twenty words but even Yuri knows that the debate is over and holy shit his voice-IMEANWHAT

-he has to know more about this Word Magician because who cares about running when this boy just shut up a table of annoying teenagers ???

-Viktor and Mila tease him senselessly about his “little crush” WHICH IT IS NOT

-he just happens to find him… admirable

-turns out, when they do meet, that otabek had been the one admiring him ever since he joined the track team

-bc otabek just loves the grace and speed that Yuri seems to so naturally possess ????

-but Yuri, who has never been good with words or conversation, cant get over how easily Otabek is able to get out of conversations or keep them going without really saying/doing much ????

-they become besties quickly after they meet and are pretty much inseparable

-you really cant have one without the other involved in some way (they’re texting each other or talking on the phone or they’re both present)

-otabek picks Yuri up from track and cheers him on at races

-yuri goes to all of otabek’s debates and is honestly the most excited person there

-they call each other Beka and Yura obviously mila teases Yuri about it to no end

-eventually, they both realize they have it bad for each other and no amount of teasing is going to make it any easier im looking at you mila


anonymous asked:

hi! this is a bit of a strange question but i was wondering: how do you deal with fandom frustration? when you love fandom content but frequently feel frustrated by a large portion of the fan base? i'm a fandom baby in a lot of ways and sometimes though i feel like a jerk, it's so hard not to let other people overpower my experience. i love hearing your thoughts on everything in general, but. if you have the time i'd love to hear your thoughts on this as well. hope you have a nice day. :)

hmm! this is a great question and one I’m not 100% sure of how to answer, because for the most part I have had very positive fandom experiences. but when it comes to making your fandom experience as relaxed & fun as possible, here are my tips:

1) accept right now and forever that everyone does fandom differently, and everyone is in fandom for different reasons and to get different things out of it. it doesn’t matter if people don’t ship what you ship. it doesn’t matter if they write stories of which the summary makes you recoil in horror. they are not doing this at you. accept that you are going to do you, and everyone else is going to do themselves, and unless their shit spills over into your personal space (see point 3)) then there is literally no point in trying to control the fannish experience that anyone else is having. fandom’s a large space! there’s room for everyone! 

so the thing to do is:

2) CURATE YOUR FANNISH EXPERIENCE. I’ve been doing this since ye olde days of livejournal and do it even more intensely now. essentially: find the people you like, and the parts of fandom you like, and carve out your own corners where you can hang with like-minded people. you don’t have to be right in the thick of it, reading everything, interacting with everything and everyone. you don’t have to track all the tags which are crammed full of stuff that annoys you. you can take it slowly, and be discerning.

if you want to read meta, find the people who write it and follow them. ditto art. learn to embrace ao3’s excellent search function, and to use a tumblr blacklist. if you want to read fic and are bemoaning the fact that none of it is quite what you want: write your own! enthuse about your ideas on tumblr! leave prompts on kinkmemes! befriend some writers! I have to admit I am still pretty lost when it comes making friends on tumblr because the etiquette is bizarre and variable, but hey: the messaging system exists, askboxes exist, comments on ao3 exist. sure, different people have different levels of openness to making new bosom friends, but nobody minds being engaged. we’re in fandom to be fannish, together. 

3) if people are being jerks in your space, block ‘em. ignore ‘em. delete ‘em. I am not even remotely internet famous enough to be at risk of being deluged by trolls, but on the rare occasions that I’ve engaged in good faith and subsequently decided that I was being concern-trolled, I’ve noped cheerfully out of there. the few accusatory or unpleasant anon (because they’re always anon!) messages that have landed in my inbox, I’ve deleted without batting an eye. sometimes I share it with a friend via chat or email and we have a laugh about it, and that helps settle any residual hurt or irritation that I might feel. I’m a grown fucking woman. I keep a calm sympathetic face while being shouted at, cried on, confided in, manipulated, and projected onto, for a living. and I have zero qualms about policing the boundaries of the spaces I’ve carved out for myself–the fun, creative, relaxing, incredible places–in fandom.

4) manage your entitlement. just remind yourself every so often that nobody owes you the next chapter of that story, or the exact piece of art you want to see, or the paragraph-long comment, or the attention you crave, or the whole-hearted agreement you seek. remember that everyone has their own lives, and you’re never seeing the full picture. be gracious. be kind. try to resist the urge to snipe and snark and finger-point and complain in public; I enjoy a bit of fandom bitching as much as the next person, but I inflict it all on my friends, in chat.

5) the flipside of this is: show appreciation of the things you like. comment on that story. reblog that art with a furious tag spiral of capslock (creators LOVE tag spirals). put together a rec list–this is also a great way to show people what kind of things you like, so people who share your tastes know who to gravitate towards.

if you are frequently frustrated by a large portion of the fanbase, anon, then ask yourself: are you reading the comments? ie. are you making yourself engage with parts of fandom where people have THE WRONG OPINIONS and are writing your beloved characters THE WRONG WAY? if so: just scroll past. don’t read it. unless you really enjoy an argument, don’t feel obliged to reblog it with a detailed explanation of why they’re wrong: you’re gonna frustrate yourself and, yes, maybe end up looking like a jerk. just shrug and move on. maybe this isn’t the corner for you.

I have been following my own advice in this regard for almost 14 years. I’ve kept a handful of enduring and awesome friends from most of the major fandoms I’ve been part of, and I’m still making new ones, and I’ve (mostly) managed to avoid wank. I write what I like, and I read what I like, and I try to communicate generously and enthusiastically with people who are creating the things that I enjoy.

tl;dr - seek out the things that make you feel good, and follow them. weed out the things that make you feel bad, and ignore them. it’s fandom. it can be as serious or unserious as you like, but it IS supposed to be fun.

New to Villeneuve (Gaston)

word count: 819

request: Can you do a Gaston x reader where you just moved into the village and Gaston shows you around, but he’s different around you than everyone else?

requested by: @sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt

warning: ppl being judgy assholes, ppl being assholes towards a dog

a/n: HERE WE GO. Haven’t been excited to write a shit ton of fics for a single character since Chato. ALSO, dogs are amazing and in this fic, smart af.

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NCT as Mythical Creatures

Taeil: imp. smol creature that pranks people. mischievous lil shit. then fucks up and chokes on an ice cube.

Johnny: banshee. loud as fuck. you gonna die if you hear him lol good luck.

Taeyong: brownies. tiny human thingies that sneak into homes at night to help with chores. basically mini house elves.

Yuta: incubus. sex demon. you think you’re having a wet dream? ha no it’s demon Yuta getting his dicc wet. be warned too much incubus yuta dicc might make you die. be careful.

Doyoung: hobgoblin. brownies’ cousin. doesnt really help much. kind of a dick really. gets kinda mean if you come at him.

Ten: sylph. invisible, fairy-ish thingy dedicated to the element of air. how else do you explain his dancing? also i miss ten

Jaehyun: sphinx. answer this riddle or die bitcc

Winwin: pixie. small human thingy with pointy ears thats a lil shit too.

Mark: shapeshifter. is he a dream member or a u member or a 127 member who knows hes everyone. even an exo member.

Haechan: loch ness monster. elusive. its been 80s years since the last sighting. goddammit sm let him have scenes in mvs!!!!

Hansol: big foot. we all know hes real. hes out there. living. breathing. existing. but where is he? no one knows man #TheSearchForBigFoot

Stairs Suck

So the party entered a tower. Our rogue player fell asleep so we rolled for her. For context, the party is a Rogue with crazy high Dex, a Warrior with decent dex, a Dragonborn Paladin with crap Dex, and a Cleric (me) with the shittiest Dex of the whole party. The Rouge and the Warrior are already on the second level.

Paladin - Ima run up the stairs! (barrels up the stairs with his greatsword)

DM - Ok make a Dex save roll. (he rolls low) You step on a loose step and the stairs flatten into a slide. You slide down and crash into the Cleric.

Cleric - Shit (gets crashed into by a huge ass Dragonborn)


Paladin - Im going to run up again!

DM - Ok make another Dex roll (rolls low again). A spiked wall comes down and slams you in the face. You slide down and crash into… who is down there again?

Cleric - (ooc face palm) Me

This went on about 7 times the whole session. We started with full health but by the end the Paladin and I were in single digits. The Warrior and Rouge got up without taking any damage. Got to the top of the tower to find… ABSOLUTELY NOTHING (nice view though).

As we were heading down…

Cleric - Do I remember where the trap steps are?

DM - Make a wisdom roll (I roll high since its my second highest stat). Ok you do.

Cleric - I sit down on the step above the trick step.

DM - Ok…?

Cleric - I trigger the trap.

DM - Oh ok. You slide down. Whos at the bottom again?

Paladin - Shit

Cleric - (ooc) OMG WTF

Everyone else - (laughing uncontrollably)

Rogue - (woke up) Um what are you guys laughing about? Did we find anything? 

anonymous asked:

yo i haven't seen pd2 in like YEARS but yuuri and victor in your little drabble had me weak and i don't even know what kinda factor they play in the movie or if there's anything else you can give us but i'd love to see more of them because. yes @ them being all over each other in front of everyone when people have shit to do, i.e. important ruling a kingdom stuff

well, the dynamic between the queen and joe in the movies (can’t say much about the books bc it’s been years since i read one of them lmao) is that they’ve got a will they won’t they tension going on and literally the entire damn country ships them (the friggin bishop or…. whatever religious leader officiating the wedding was like “finally” when they did get married in pd2 lolol) and yea that’s probably what i’d be going for. but with a couple tweaks since a lot of details have been shifted around in this au to make it work better with the yoi cast lol

Viktor’s never seen anyone as stoic as Mr Katsuki before in his life. He runs a tight ship, getting all the other security officers into line and smartly suited up. He obsessively goes over every possible breach or flaw at every venue, even drawing up blueprints and maps of the buildings Viktor sets foot in just so he knows the weaknesses of each wall, the locations of each ventilation shaft. He knows the precise details of Viktor’s schedule down to the minute, coordinating with Lilia, his chief advisor and assistant, until everything around the King seems to flow like clockwork, the well-oiled cogs of a machine designed to protect his every step.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks Mr Katsuki once, a couple months into his tenure as chief of security, and Mr Katsuki only smiles a tight, brittle smile that doesn’t reach his calculating yet sparkling eyes.

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you were hurt, Your Majesty,” he replies.

Viktor laughs at just how earnestly serious the man looks. “My life is in your hands already, Mr Katsuki. You might as well call me Viktor.”

There’s a little chink in Mr Katsuki’s armour at that when his cheeks flush visibly pink. “I don’t know if I could, Your Majesty,” he says, his voice quiet, soft, and Viktor immediately realises he’d do anything to see this sort of expression on the man’s face again.

Mr Katsuki is a reassuring shadow at his side, watchful yet protective. Viktor values his work and dedication. Admires his bravery and honour.

But he doesn’t fall in love, though, until one fateful afternoon when he’s leaving his motorcade and a gunman opens fire, and Mr Katsuki is on him in an instant, tackling him onto the asphalt and shielding him with his body. As his heartbeat rings loudly in his ears, Viktor looks up into the wide-eyed expression on his chief of security’s face, and realises that the man is genuinely terrified of losing him.

“Yuuri,” he breathes, reaching up for him. The light haloes Mr Katsuki, making him almost angelic. The noise and commotion fade away with each blink of Mr Katsuki’s long lashes, and then the world fades to white.

When Viktor wakes up, he is in a hospital bed, and Mr Katsuki – Yuuri – has fallen asleep with his fingers inches from Viktor’s own. 

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Preference - How they react getting caught masturbating and calling your name


You hadn’t been able to sleep much on your journey to Kattegat, the waves and the sound of the ocean keeping you awake. But now that you finally were on solid ground again, sleep didn’t come either. In your frustration you had begun to roam the dark halls. 

A soft murmur got your attention. It almost sounded like your name, so naturally you followed the voice. 

Ivar was stroking his cock, head pressed into the pillows. The sight before you held you captive and sure enough it was your name he was moaning against the fabrics. 

You made a move to retreat, feeling like you shouldn’t intrude anymore than you already had. Your foot moves over one particularly inconvenient part of the wood that lights the hall up with a loud creaking sound. 

He looks up, startled out of his trance. His bright blue eyes so big and vulnerable. The utter look of shame on his face made your heart ache.

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dtheshadows  asked:

this just in, i love your robo leg lance so much bless you

THANK YOU~<333 You’re always sending asks that motivates me ;w; I  LOVE YOU~!

Here’s another robo leg lance doodle:

Since Lance gotten his prosthetic that’s detachable, he’s bound to have times when his’ leg’ is missing and 98% of the time is actually stolen by everyone else in the castle.

Sometimes Shiro would do it because he wants to pamper and carry Lance around the castle bridal style. Others do it too to have the opportunity to see them like that outside because these two actually have quite an enclosed relationship.

Other times, it would be Hunk/Pidge trying to tease him or fool around with the tech. The last time Keith tried to mess with Lance’s leg, he threw one of his crutches at him like how Keith does it with his own sword. The accuracy was terrifying. 

In other cases, they hid his leg because after what happened, they figured that he quietly goes off to overwork himself in the training deck and so they wanted him to take a break.

things to be excited for with the team:

-the tour (all these branches man!! so sorry if you can’t make it D:)

-the big project (let’s face it, this has gotta be big, right? the editting seems massive with mark’s lateness and ethan tweeting about how busy he is. still dying, btw, wondering if it will be released before or after the tour. since they won’t give any hints, i imagine it’ll be an even bigger “HOLY SHIT” when it drops out of nowhere)

-punishment part 2 (im gonna guess this will happen way later, perhaps after the october branch of the tour is over)

-the pole dancing video, part 3 (when tyler is able, obviously)

-20 million subscribers

-and everything else they do

i appreciate how much dedication they put into these things both for themselves and for us. <3

[long meta] the hidden depths of voltron S1 E6

part 1: lance’s literal awakening and keith’s metaphorical one 

(if you already know where I’m going with this, you might find part 2: an entire subtextual plot in S1 E6? - in this same post - more interesting)

I’ve been rewatching season 1, and I got to episode 5 with the bonding moment and was like yeahh but then I got to the beginning of E6, with everyone waiting for lance to be released from the healing pod, and I was like wait. I never really thought twice about the scene before, but this time around I was like…hold the phone. 

what is keith’s reasoning for being impatient in this scene, anyway? like, if everyone else can wait a few ticks for lance to wake up, why can’t you? 

is this just your Personality, to be an impatient nuisance sometimes, haha queue comedic intro? well, while keith is often impatient, it’s usually during situations involving life or death decisions. and since lance isn’t about to die, and the timing of his release from the pod doesn’t put anyone else’s life at risk…

since i trust the vld writers enough at this point (at least with keith, i guess…?) to not make characters do shit for no good reason, i don’t think keith was being impatient for the hell of it, especially to do with someone he’s made a point of *Shrug* Not Really caring about – that is, until shit went down in E5 and keith dropped that pretense like it was hot and didn’t hesitate to initiate the famed bonding moment.

my point here about this scene in E6, is that it’s directly linked to E5′s bonding moment, like 100%. maybe you’re like DUH OBVIOUSLY - and you’d be right, cause it’s obvious to me now and I was probably just being really slow on the uptake - but nevertheless, i don’t think we should hang up the the phone there…

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Behave (M)


This is a little gift for all of you since my Yuta series is doing so well. Also my friend made me write this because she’s a Yuta slut.

Originally posted by nctaezen

Pairing: Yuta/Reader (Female)

Warnings: Sexual Content/cursing/hair pulling/hickeys/yuta the lil shit(yes he’s a warning)

Summery: Yuta doesn’t know how to behave in public, but neither do you.

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Reasons #83748646383 and so forth why I kind of adore AIDA’s meltdown.

1. She can’t read people at all.  Fitz is moaning about how he’s ruin everything with Jemma. She’s says she understands, especially better now since she’s human. And somehow that translates into - well Jemma will reject you, but I’ll still love you, so logically you will choose me.

Um no. That’s not how this works. Despite everything, his heart will only ever contain one person, and that’s Jemma Anne Simmons.


Excuse me while I…

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2. She doesn’t understand what a choice actually means. What free will actually means. SO WHAT if you worked so hard in the frame work, be so loyal, do all the unfair shit so you can get a choice?  You having a choice doesn’t NEGATE everyone else in reality having a choice. HE HAS TO CHOOSE YOU, AND HE DIDN’T, AND THAT’S WITHIN HIS RIGHT, YOU SADISTIC ROBOTIC BITCH.

You basically went against God, science, and nature to become human, so really, you don’t get to complain that when given the freedom of choice that someone else uses their FREEDOM OF CHOICE NOT TO CHOOSE YOU.

Choice doesn’t work that way. LOVE CERTAINLY DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY.

3. Fitz’ reaction to AIDA’s overreaction = GOLD.  Like it’s brilliant.  He’s like, sure, I was devoted to you in the framework, but in reality…

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Oh shit, she is.

And then she’s basically a baby in an adult body throwing a damn temper tantrum.

And this is me:

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The Tale of the Legendary Spoop

(not the LARP camp I work at, but the one I volunteer at- the high-immersion one for teens up in the mountains)

One time, I really really wanted to scare the shit out of the kids. So, I dressed up as a spooky ghost lady. My friend did skull-like makeup on me, I wore a long white dress, and I took my hair down (brown, and waist-length). I had my hair over my face, and then I put on a veil. 

A bit after one in the morning, I started singing ring around the rosy in a slow, high-pitched voice in the woods outside their camp. The kid on watch woke everyone else up, and they proceeded to half freak out trying to figure out what was going on. I couldn’t see for shit, since it was dark and I wasn’t wearing my glasses, so I had to feel out every step I took, which allowed me to do a creepy, jerky, zombie-ish stumble.

I entered their camp, and they were all huddled in the center, pointing swords at me and trying to decide if I was friendly or not. I approached them until I was maybe 5 feet away from the group. One of the girls steps out in front, holding out her hand to me and saying “it’s ok, we don’t want to hurt you-” as soon as she got close enough to almost touch me, I RIPPED OF MY VEIL AND SCREAMED AS LOUD AS I COULD RIGHT IN HER FACE


like 8 or 9 kids just tumbling to the ground it was hilarious

a fellow volunteer later told me it looked like a fus ro dah

anyway I kept haunting their camp for a while, basically stumbling vaguely towards them while they scrambled away, and I was singing whatever bits of songs I could remember that sounded vaguely creepy, such as

-ring around the rosy

-johnny cash (hurt, ain’t no grave)

-green fields of france

-the Halo 3 theme

-bookends (simon and garfunkel)

-spooky scary skeletons

i’d sing really high-pitched and slow, and on the long notes i’d slide out of tune 

and they kept mishearing what I was singing as SO MUCH CREEPIER THAN IT ACTUALLY WAS

one time I dropped down and did a rapid spidery crawl (like the girl from the Ring) at them and they FREAKED

I couldn’t do it for too long because i kept stepping on my hair.

There were multiple teenagers crying. One actually went and took himself out-of-game because he was so freaked. It was beautiful.

(don’t worry, they had fun).

at one point, the only other adult in camp (the plot lead, who was with the teens at the time, playing as himself, but he totally knew the spoopy ghost thing was coming) decided to try and take me down, and ran up to me and grabbed me, literally lifting me from the ground

i was like ????? because we hadn’t had enough time to discuss the spoopy ghost lady’s abilities- i.e. if I could take more than the normal amount of sword blows before dropping, if I could deal any damage (I couldn’t, I was literally unarmed) so I was like well, idk wtf to do here, so i just turned around and screamed in his face until he put me down, and he told me later that him releasing me wasn’t acting, he was literally too paralyzed to do anything

it was hella fun, so about a year later I decided to bring back the spoopy ghost lady (the kids had decided to call her Ashes). I approached the camp again and started singing and i hear “GODDAMN IT! FUCK! FUCKING SHIT!” etc. and I walked in and started my spoopy routine again (afterwords, someone told me that they were literally just talking about me and that one of them had looked at her watch and said “Ashes showed up at about 1:30 last time” and literally right then I started singing).

Highlights from the second time include:

-one of them gave me a fucking sword for no goddamn reason, and then proceeded to attack me. So I knocked him out and threw the sword at him.

- “She’s not that scary, she’s not that scary, she’s not- *I turn and look at him* FUCK”

- *standing over body of unconscious kid* “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM”

- *I stumble towards him* “FUCK NEVERMIND YOU CAN HAVE HIM” *runs away*

-quiet sobs

-louder sobs

- “she’s gonna do the thing she’s gonna do the thing she’s-” *I drop down and spider crawl at them* “FUCK SHIT I TOLD YOU SHE’S DOING IT”

- kid: “Tell me what you want, what you really want!” me: *internally suppresses urge to go so tell me what you want, what you really really want*

- fellow volunteer (who had decided to join the kid’s camp as himself, literally so he could be there to watch me spoop) tries to sneak up behind me, I wrap my veil around his neck and “choke” him (not really, but it looked real)

-next day at checkout, when I walk up to the group (not in costume, duh) to see them off: “fuck you Katt”

anonymous asked:

Idk if you're still doing this but think you could give some sensory disorder aus?

disability au’s: sensory disorder!

  • “I come across as this Cool Badass™ because I wear sunglasses indoors but really my eyes are just extra sensitive to light so haha u thought—im pathetic like everyone else”
  • “my situation inspired you to make this art work that allows the color blind to see the colors they couldn’t before and since you made it for me, i tried it out and holy shit…i think i might cry”
  • “my hearing got messed up after an accident and so everything is really loud to me except you—you mumble your words according to all the complaints I hear, but it’s actually a perfect level for me and idk I think this is a match made in heaven??”
  • “there’s an entire project requiring to touch this fabric and you decide to come help me after ten minutes of me staring at it because I absolutely cannot stand the feel of it on my fingers–thanks”
  • “I didn’t mean to randomly start feeling the hem of your shirt but holy shit this fabric is so soft—all the other types rub my skin raw and yours is exactly what I need”
  • “yeah yeah okay I have a weirdly strong sense of smell quit telling everyone I’m a werewolf”
    • “okay vampire”
  • “every time I six next to you in class you keep fucking getting up and moving away and it pisses me off bc what did I even do to you:”
    • “turns out your sense of smell picks up my perfume twice as well and it gives you a headache…oops”
    • “turns out I scratch my pencil on my paper when I write and you will literally go mad at that sound amplified in your ear”
    • “either way you hate it bc I’m hella cute and you wanna stay by my side”
  • “I like watching you because you remind me of my dog whenever you hear something coming — your face and ears kinda perk up and you look around real fast because noises sound like they’re right next to you and u flip out”
  • “I’m pretty sure you only love me because I have no sense of smell to smell the shit covering our child’s diaper”
  • “I have a habit of talking shit under my breath and I forget you can always hear me when I complain and repeat what I say BUT LOUDER SO I KNOW I AINT SHIT”
some arthur dayne headcanons nobody asked for
  • he has his mother’s temper and sword training helps curb it but he’s a terrible liar so everyone can tell when he is Not Pleased
  • he squires for prince lewyn from whom he later gets his knighthood
  • he’s super awkward and short and not particularly handsome (things oberyn never fails to point out) until he’s like 14
  • he had mixed feelings about being named the sword of the morning because it was one of the only times he ever felt his father was proud of him but it had also been 80 years since the last sotm and he knows his father was antsy for house dayne to be notable again and arthur hates that it’s less to do with him as a son and more because he’s a convenient excuse

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anonymous asked:

cacw is on netflix and i'm rewatching it and i have to wonder: what do you think would happen if steve had signed the accord agreement?

Anon, I had every intention of writing a huge fic about this, which is why it’s taken me AGES and AGES to reply to you, but I’m afraid it’s on the back burner indefinitely because I got waylaid by a bunch of ice skating dorks. I’m more than happy to share the outline I wrote, though:

O K A Y So it starts when Tony busts out the FDR pens, right? Tony offers Steve a pen, telling him the same story about how FDR used it to sign the New Deal. Steve takes it. They have the same argument about Wanda, but this time when Steve is like, “Wouldn’t want to break up the set,” Tony demands an alternative option. Like, “All right, fine. Apparently you have all the answers, so lay it on me, O wise one. Tell me the game plan.” Steve can’t give him one, but then he thinks about Bucky and what’s best for him. He says that Tony has to promise that Bucky’ll get the best professional help anyone can give, and that Wanda will be given fair representation if it comes down to it. Tony swears on his mother’s life. 

And then Steve takes that as his cue to tell Tony that the Winter Soldier killed the Starks. Shocked into silence, Tony staggers to the end of the room and presses his forehead to the glass, absolutely devastated. He bends a little at the waist as if he’s going to be sick. Then, after a few minutes, he whispers, “Let me tell you about this thing I’ve been working on. It’s called B.A.R.F., because I shouldn’t be allowed to name anything…”

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One of our replenishers quit today. 

And I don’t fucking blame her because here’s why:

During the Christmas season, she was worked hard. There were days that she was the only person unloading the truck because everyone else was over on their hours and she was the only person able to work. When the seasonal people were let off, she stayed on. 

Replenishers have a hard job. They get up before the crack of dawn, have to unload the entire truck before they’re out at 2, and any time spent on the floor is time spent vulnerable to the whims of customers who don’t get that you got shit to do. 

So she’s been working hard since she got here. 

Two weeks ago, we had a bad scheduling week. And it was bad across the board. They had to rewrite my schedule like four times because the boss just wasn’t paying attention and put me down for 1am… long before anyone would even be there. 

But this particular replenisher… she just didn’t bother to put her on the schedule at all. Every time she called to see if she could get the schedule fixed, they just asked her to come in the next day and promised to have a schedule by then. Never happened. So she was calling each day to see if she was supposed to work, which no one should ever have to do. 

Well, she decided to be cool about it, but she was mad so she gave her two weeks notice. 

She’s not on the schedule next week, either. 

So basically I don’t blame her for quitting today because holy shit. 

Old Habits Die Hard

Originally posted by heavenatniiight

Word Count: 1,929

Warnings: smut, cursing 

 Reader!xLip ; Reader!xIan 

 *****Also, I wrote this on my phone so excuse any mistakes, & The weird way it looks😁 *****


 Standing on the front porch of the Gallagher house, my arm freezes before I could knock on the door. I hadn’t been here in 6 months, not since Lip and I broke up and he started screwing Karen. I saw them around, doing the things he and I used to do and it killed me. She helped him get into ACT/SAT tests to make money, she walked with him all around the neighborhood, I stopped coming over 2 weeks after we ended. It wasn’t my safe haven anymore, but today was different. Ian had called me looking for Frank, because I guess he was missing. 

I brushed it off until I looked at the screen of my phone and realized it was the last Friday of the month. Or in Frank terms, disability day and without thinking I grabbed my old Vans and my “thick” winter jacket and walked out my door. 

That’s how I ended up here, looking like a pussy because I can’t go in there and see him and her together or know if he’s even in there. Without thinking my hand knocks on the door and almost immediately I hear a reply. 

 “Its open!” 

 Taking a deep breath, I turn the knob and look to my left. Everyone is there, V, Lip, Ian, Carl, Karen, Fiona, Debbie, and even Fiona’s new boyfriend Steve. Everyone has a phone in hand, not looking up to see who it is as they continue to search for their father. Walking in I take a seat on the steps before whipping out my phone to start making calls too. The first person I call is my cousin Tommy (A/N: not a real Shameless character)

“Hey, it’s Y/N. I was wondering, have you seen Frank?” 

 “Frank Gallagher?”

 “Yeah Frank Gallagher.”

 “Nah, not since last night at the Alibi. He seemed pretty shit faced but what else is new?”

 “Aight, thanks T. Lemme know if you hear anything.”

 “Will do.”

 Before I can dial another number Veronica’s phone is whipped out the window causing everyone’s heads to turn to look towards her. V looks out the window while Ian hangs up his phone, before turning towards the front door.


 Veronica walks out the house leaving the rest of us sitting there with confused looks on our faces. After awhile of more phone calls, Fiona tells us all to split up and hit the usual spots. Fiona and Steve take Debbie, while Lip and Karen run off which leaves Veronica, Ian and Carl. I head off from the three to head to the Alibi Room, seeing as I’ve grown up with everyone there maybe someone can help.

*Time Skip*

After making no headway with the the Alibi room or any other bars, I head back to the Gallagher household to see Debbie sitting in the middle of everyone while she has a mini panic attack. Looking at Ian he seeing my confused face before looking back at Debbie. 

 “Holly thought she saw a body under the tracks at Halstead.” 

 Shock is the first thing that hit me before I grip onto the wall and slowly slide down until I’m sitting on the steps. I can hear someone talking -i think it’s Stev and Fiona- but I can’t focus on him. I look up when I hear the back door slam to see Lip walking in with Karen right behind him. 

 “That depends, uh, how was he looking when you left at the Alibi Room last night, Steve?”

 I look over at Steve as he lights a cigarette. For the first time in months I wish I had one in my hands at the moment. Before anyone could really figure out what Steve was doing at the Alibi Room last night with Frank, Kevin bursts through the door with a distraught look on this face. 

 “Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?”

I look over at Lip to see he’s already looking at me with a look of shock. Did he just notice I was here? Did anyone really notice I was here? I look over at Ian to see him smiling at me and for the first time in what’s felt like years I smile back.

 *Time Skip*

 Sitting on the Gallagher couch later that night watching an old movie while snuggling up to Ian with Fiona and Debbie on the other side, I glance over at Lip to see he’s already looking at me again. I shake it off as I turn back to the movie and snuggle deeper into Ian’s side.

“Oh, Y/N. I forgot to say thank you for helping us look for Frank. You didn’t have to walk all the way from your house just to look for him.”

 I wave her off with the flick of my hand. “This was my family at one point, and when Ian called and asked if I’d seen Frank I honestly brushed it off thinking he went on a bender again, but I’m glad everything worked out Fi. I’m also sorry about Steve.” 

 She smiles sadly at me before turning back to the movie. I look to my other side at Ian and poking him in the side. 

 “Wanna go smoke in the van like old times?” 

 Ian smiles at me before nodding his head. “Hell yeah.” 

 I stand from the couch, fixing my pants and shirt before walking towards the back door. 

 “No funny business you two, we don’t need any babies around here.” 

 I smile to myself before looking over my shoulder to see Ian, and Lip following behind me. Stepping outside into the cold air I walk to the van before getting into the back. I pull out a pack of cigarettes I had Fiona buy me before lighting one up and taking a large hit. The door opens again but instead of Ian it’s just Lip and I stare out the back window.

“So this is how it’s gonna be? You show up for the first time in months and won’t even talk to me?”

I turn around to look at Lip and watch as he lights a joint. “What was I supposed to say Lip? Did you want me to pour out my heart in front of Karen? What did you expect me to say?” 

 Lip takes a deep hit from his joint as I continue to smoke my cigarette. 

 “I never thought you’d come back here.”

 I scoff at him. “I practically lived here for 8 months Lip. This was my home too.” 

Now it was his turn to scoff at me. “You fucking left Y/N! In the middle of the fucking night, like a little pussy because you couldn’t face your goddamn problems!”

I open the back window and throw the rest of my cigarette out. “What was I supposed to fucking do Lip?! Pretend I didn’t know about you fucking other girls and then coming home and laying in bed with me at night?!” 

 Lip looks at me closely before opening the door and stepping out. 

 “Oh fuck no.”

Climbing out after him I slam the door and walk into the house right behind him. “You wanted to start this fucking conversation Lip. fucking finish it and quit acting like a pussy!” I scream at him as we walk up the stairs. 

 “Maybe you shouldn’t act like such a bitch and I might want to talk to you!” Walking into the room Lip shares with his brothers he whips around to glare at me.

I open my mouth to keep yelling at him but before I can say a word his lips are on mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and curl my fingers in his hair while his hands roam down my sides to the back of thighs silently asking me to jump. 

Complying with his request I jump and wrap my legs around his waist. We walk over to what I presume is Ian’s bed before I’m tugging on his clothes trying to get them off and he’s biting my neck. His mouth gets to my sweet spot and I let out a loud gasp as his fingers find my panties. I arch my back slightly when he inserts two fingers into me, while his palms rubs against my clit. His mouth is still sucking at that spot on my neck, no doubt leaving hickies that I’ll have to cover tomorrow before his hands are pushing my pants down my legs and I’m trying to get his belt buckle undone. 

 Lip quickly pushes my panties to the side before sinking into me all at once. My nails are digging into his shoulders when he starts to move his hips.

“Fuck.. Lip.”

I throw my head back slightly as he picks up the pace and buries his head in my neck sucking slightly all over.

“Fuck.. Y/N.”

 Hearing my name come out of his mouth sounding like a moan causes my core to tense and my legs to wrap around his waist tightly. I look up at him and dig my nails into his back before lightly nipping at his earlobe. 


 Lips hands land on my hips as he thrusts harder. You can hear Ian’s bed smack against the wall, and my moans are anything but quiet. I remove my legs from around his waist as I fist the sheets of my friends bed when I feel my stomach start to clench.

 “I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” 

 At my words Lip starts to slam into me, causing me to rise on the mattress. Lip starts to attack my neck once again, groaning against my skin as I clench around him. With a finally slam of his hips, I reach my end. I gasp loudly as the pleasure rocks through my body over and over while Lip continues to fuck me through it. 

Seconds after Lip follows, spilling into me as he groans loudly into my neck. We lay there a minute, naked as sweaty before the reality of what just happened sets in. I try to push Lip off of me, only to stop when I feel his thumb massaging my hip bone. I freeze at the touch before looking at him and not saying anything. He is the one to break the silence. 

 “You can wear my clothes, and sleep in my bed. It’s too late for you to walk home right now.” 

 I just nod my head before he starts to get up and hands me his t-shirt from the floor. After climbing into his bed with him behind me and his arm around my waist, I feel his body relax and pull me closer. I continue to lay there for awhile before Ian comes in and looks over at me with a knowing look. 

 “Really, my bed?”

“We couldn’t really wait to get to his bed.” I reply sheepishly. 

 “Its good to see you back in that bed, or even in this house. We miss you. Even fuckass over there, he just won’t admit it.”

“I can’t keep doing this Ian, even if i miss you guys too. I know where this road leads, so why am I doing this?” Ian shrugs before taking off his shirt and removing his sheets. He lays on the bare bed with his hands behind his head. I sigh, before intertwining Lips fingers with my own. “Old habits really do die hard, don’t they?” “Maybe Y/N, maybe.” After that I close my eyes and slowly drift off into a dreamless sleep.

anonymous asked:

request!!! RFA and maybe V and/or unknown (if ur comfortable writing them!) reacting to the MC breaking up with them because she fell in love with another RFA member? Like, for example, MC breaking up with Zen because she's in love with Jumin 🙊 kinda weird request but I haven't seen a request like this before, so...

this one kills me because i love all of them but i want them all at the same time but i dont wanna hurt them ughhh my emotions are all over but i had fun writing this <3

 I hope you like it :)


  • For him it was Zen
  • Zen had been sweet talking you for a while now
  • Always making fun of you for going for such a gamer head like Yoosung
  • “If it were me, I’d spoil you with attention, MC. Nothing would come in between us.” He said to you once, over the phone. 
  • You were venting about Yoosung’s recent lack of interest in you. Zen was always around and he appreciated you more. 
  • You couldn’t contain your feelings anymore. You went to Yoosung’s house and broke the news right at the front door.
  • “I need to tell you something.” You said, looking at the ground.
  • “Come in, you haven’t been to my apartment in like-forever.” He cooed, excited to see you.
  • “No, that’s the thing. I’m not coming in. I need to say this now.” You breathed out. Clinging your bag strap to your chest, you finally look up him.
  • “I’m breaking up with you. You’ve barely been giving me any attention. I’m sick and tired of asking for it too. I can’t sit around and wait for you to grow up Yoosung. Besides, there’s someone else..” You manage to say.
  • he’s broken already now
  • “MC, I’m so sorry. I can be a better man! One that showers you with love and affection!” He’s biting back tears now. You turn on your heel and leave, deciding not to tell him who the ‘someone else’ was.
  • he’s super depressed after this
  • lost his first girlfriend 
  • wait why am i crying


  • This one is a little more on the soft side.
  • Believe it or it was Jaehee
  • It started off so innocently
  • Movie nights with Jaehee watching Zen’s plays
  • til one day you realized how much time you’d been spending with her lately
  • When did she start making my heart pound like this?
  • You were confused because you’ve never liked a girl before. 
  • Nonetheless, you weren’t even sure if Jaehee would accept your feelings, since you thought she was only interested in men
  • You couldn’t hold out anymore.
  • “Zen, we need to talk.” You say, in nothing but your pajamas. He had just came home, and he hung up his coat on the coat rack.
  • “Of course babe. Let me just hop in the shower.” He says. You waited all day to tell him, you decided to wait a little more.
  • He came out of the shower, still dripping wet and in nothing but a towel.
  • It was at this point that you realized you weren’t attracted to him anymore.
  • “I’m all ears, babe.” He said , still drying his hair. He bent down to leave a kiss on your forehead but you turned your head away.
  • “Did…Did I do something?” He was hurt now.
  • “Zen I can’t keep going with this relationship. I don’t feel like I’ I’m myself.” You say.
  • “What do you mean?” He said, sitting beside you on the bed.
  • he’s so concerned
  • “I’m… I’m in love with someone else… She doesn’t even know how I feel and I don’t think I can tell her.”
  • His self esteem right now plummets to the ground.
  • “She…?” He asks.
  • “Jaehee..” You breathe out, quite embarrassed.
  • “Oh…OH.”
  • “Yeah..”
  • “Just tell her then. You shouldn’t keep something like that to yourself. The heart wants what it wants.” He half smiles.
  • he’s hurt af
  • but supportive
  • he eventually helps you confess 


  • With her it was Yoosung
  • No one expected this
  • Not even you
  • Until one day Yoosung confessed to you
  • At first you didn’t think much of it. Simply told him you didn’t feel the same way
  • He was hurt but he got over it
  • or so he thought
  • One day Jaehee was working a late shift with Jumin
  • Yoosung invited you out with him and a couple of his friends
  • they thought you and him were a couple 
  • but you explained you didn’t roll that way
  • you guys were at the movies and Yoosung sat beside you
  • his hand brushed over yours on the arm rest and then laid above it
  • he didn’t move his hand
  • you didn’t mind since you knew he liked you
  • you let him have this
  • after the movies he and everyone else parted ways
  • you guys were walking the same way
  • “Oh..MC.. I forgot you walk this way too haha..” He blushed.
  • “Yeah, haha.” You say.
  • He walked you all the way home
  • “I had a great time tonight.” He said, nervously.
  • “Yeah me too-
  • He kisses you
  • *sparkles and butterflies*
  • uh wait what you liked it??
  • “Why did you do that?!” You say, all flustered, covering your mouth.
  • “I don’t know-I’m sorry!”
  • poor boy ran for the hills
  • You didn’t speak a word of this to Jaehee.
  • he texted you a couple days later “Sorry about the kiss, MC. I guess i still have feelings for you..”
  • “’s.. I liked it.” You texted back.
  • things got off from there
  • you told Jaehee about it
  • that he kissed you and you sort of enjoyed it
  • “For some reason, I liked it. And whenever I kiss you now… it doesn’t feel the same anymore.. maybe I-I have feelings for him?” You tell her.
  • my hEART
  • she’s pretty understanding but mad that you waited to tell her
  • “I don’t think we should be together either… since you’re second guessing being with me now.”
  • shes hurt


  • He knew if anyone would take his girl it’d be V.
  • He was actually just waiting for you to admit you had feelings for him.
  • He could tell from the chemistry you had with him.
  • You don’t smile at me like that anymore.
  • You both hung out a lot when he was working
  • he was sick of the lies
  • everyday you came home and seemed less interested in him.
  • You knew he deserved better. You fell in love with his best friend. What else could you say to him that he didn’t already know?
  • You came home especially late one evening and he was sitting there, waiting for you.
  • “Did you have fun with him?” He practically spat.
  • You couldn’t say anything to him but the truth now.
  • “Jumin… I’m..sorry..I never expected for it to happen but it did.”
  • “Did you just expect for me not to find out? This is the fourth time this week you’ve been with him. And me? Well I’ve just been here. Waiting for you to tell me something at least.” He pinched between his eyebrows.
  • He wasn’t even hurt anymore
  • just tired
  • “I love him. I can’t change that. I’m so sorry for prolonging this. I could’ve just told you the truth but my heart..I didn’t want to deal with the heartache… of whatever we had.”
  • “I also didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him.” You were crying now.
  • “But I love him. I can’t be with you anymore.” You say, leaving his place.
  • Jumin’s a mess now, he’s holding back tears and frustration
  • daddy i didnt mean to im sorry


  • he couldn’t believe ears when he heard it was Jumin
  • The busy hacker knew he worked a lot but he didn’t think you’d leave him for it.
  • “Jumin’s just as busy as you. He makes time for me and he’s always working.” You say to him.
  • “We have different jobs, sympathize with me here, MC.” He says to you.
  • It all started when Jumin invited you over in the chat room.
  • “Well.. you know MC.. if you’re feeling lonely, I have no problem providing company for you.”
  • “Thanks, but I shouldn’t.” You were a little on edge but at the same time Seven had been working so much he was barely in the chat room.
  • “Positive? Not even for dinner?”
  • “I guess I could use something to eat.”
  • That was your first mistake.
  • He was far more caring the Seven, never afraid to show you his romantic side.
  • He sweet talked you into a kiss and so much more.
  • You told him you couldn’t continue to sneak around like this without breaking things off with Seven first.
  • “I’m leaving you. All I asked for was a little effort and you couldn’t even give me that.” You said to Seven, before heading out the door.
  • He was crying
  • “I can be better.. I want to be better…” He sobbed, but you didn’t hear a thing.
  • dont cry bby I LOVE YOU


  • well he definitely didn’t SEE this coming 
  • I’ll go home
  • It was complicated when you told him you had feelings for Jumin
  • He still had feelings for Rika
  • You couldn’t deal with all the emotional stress that came along with him and his whole situation with her
  • “I can’t Jihyun. How can you kiss me and still think of her.” You say, hurt inside.
  • v route spoiler maybe?
  • “It’s not like I want to…I’d loved her so much..I gave her everything. I gave her everything thinking she’d do the same. I can’t get over that..” He said.
  • “I’m not in the wrong either..” You admit. “I’ve been seeing Jumin.” 
  • “What?”
  • his small little aching heart
  • he can’t right now
  • how will he ever love again 
  • “He…He doesn’t compare me to her..He loves me for me. I thought you’d do that but I guess I was wrong.” You say, tears spilling from your eyes. You turned on your heel to leave. 
  • Why does my heart hurt?
  • “MC.. I’m trying to learn… learn to love you..for you. Does that not mean anything to you?”
  • “It’s not enough.”
  • im sobbing

Unknown (Saeran)

  • He was already on edge about loving someone period
  • So when you told him that you were in love with Saeyoung, it broke him.
  • “Why..Why am I never good enough?” His gaze dropped to the floor.
  • “Saeran..”
  • “Shut up! You liar!” He spat.  “You said forever.. just like everyone else..”
  • You didn’t know what to say. 
  • “How long..?” He asked. “How long have you felt this way?”
  • “Since before I met you.. I think he’s always had my heart. But he insisted that he wasn’t good for me. My heart couldn’t just stop loving him.. and then you came along and-
  • “You felt sorry for me?” He laughed. “Sorry enough that you pitied me. You don’t give a shit about me..I don’t know why I thought you did.” He ran his hands through his hair. 
  • i do care about you bby im sorry
  • He was sobbing and laughing all together.
  • “I can’t keep pretending to love you. I’m so sorry.” You say, leaving the room because you were on the verge on tears yourself.
  • im already crying