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  1. Just Do It: a bad idea put down is literally infinitely more useful than some imaginary perfectly executed concept. writing is a process, everyone starts with crap and then builds up from that. if you have to, start with “Once upon a time…” because what’s important is that you start
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hi guys!!! sorry it’s been awhile since u heard from me - i have been busy and stressed and just wrote this lil belated valentine’s themed daydream because ???????? 
anyways i am garbage for young lin so here i love you all lets hope this isn’t as trashy as i think it is i definitely didn’t write this procrastinating writing muse definitely not i am a better person than that

summary: isn’t valentine’s day SO lame? very lame. especially without a tall, dark & dorky teenage boy to cheer u up.
word count: 2100+
warnings: belated holiday spirit?????? unapologetic cheesiness??????

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3. Wingman // Klance

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

The space bar was exactly what Keith would have expected a space bar to look like. He almost expected the Star Wars cantina song to start playing.

“Dude! Check out that giant keg thing! Oh my god, I’m going to get space-wasted!” Lance said, shifting from foot to foot in excitement. “Do they have legal drinking ages here in space? Shit, I don’t have a space-ID—”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Hunk said. “Look—they’re not even asking for ID. It looks like… self-serve?”

He pointed at where some short alien people were serving themselves cups of electric green liquid from the “keg thing” Lance had noticed earlier. The aliens put coins into a slot and then pressed a button to fill their cups.

“Let’s just get some of it before Shiro and Allura notice we’re gone,” Pidge said. “I really don’t want to get another lecture about responsibility.”

“Psh. They’re still at that space movie theater. We’re free for the next couple hours for sure,” Lance said. He sidled up next to Keith, slinging an arm over his shoulder. “So, what do you say—should we get completely shit-faced?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Hey, you didn’t have to come along,” Lance said, poking a finger at Keith’s chest. Then he turned to Hunk. “Hey, Hunk—be my wingman for tonight? There have to be some pretty alien ladies in this bar.”

“Uh,” Hunk said. He shot a quick glance at Keith and then looked back at Lance. “Not tonight, man. Sorry. Pidge and I were going to…”

“We were going to play space foosball,” Pidge said quickly. “I thought I saw it when we came in, so….”

“Yeah,” Hunk agreed. “We’re going to do that.”

“Well, damn,” Lance said. He looked back at Keith. “Well, it looks like you’re going to have to be my wingman tonight, Keith. You up for it?”

Over Lance’s shoulder, Hunk and Pidge gave Keith a pitying look. He sighed. “Sure, I guess,” he said. “Why not?”

Why not wingman for Lance? Why not wingman for the guy he might sort of actually like in a not-so-platonic way?

This wasn’t going to end well.

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Me: I have very high standards!
Everyone: -submits their fanart/fanfics-

I’m sorry. Not really. I just love all your fanarts.

Imagine celebrating Jared’s birthday in the hills

“Get up! Get up! Get up!” I shout, jumping on the bed.

Jared rolls on the bed, using one of his pillows to cover his head. I keep jumping, shouting at the top of my lungs. When all the shouting doesn’t work, I take Jared’s covers to pull them off. He’s half asleep, and in his attempt to grab one of my ankles, he doesn’t realize that he’s almost on the edge of the bed, falling with a loud thump.

“Oh my, Jared?”

I fall on the bed, kneeling to watch him on the floor.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, seeing him rub his head, “Is it a bad moment to say happy birthday?”

“Give me… Oh, my head… Give me a second”

I nod, without taking my gaze from him. Jared sighs, still rubbing the top of his head. I wait, forgetting about the surprise I prepared for him. It takes him a few minutes to wake up, still on the floor. When Jared stands up, he jumps on top of me, tickling my belly, ribs and armpits.

“Stop! Stop!” I shout, not being able to stop laughing, “Jared, please!”

He does stop, both breathing heavily, a bit of laugh still in the air.

“Happy birthday” I mutter, a permanent smile on my face.

His lips go straight to mine, his hand starting to caress my cheek. Our breathing is still heavy, forcing us to end the kiss quickly.

“You need to get dress, I let you oversleep”

“What time is it?” He asks, getting off of on top of me.

“Midday, I’ll wait for you downstairs”

I give him a quick peck on the lips, getting off the bed.

Once I’m downstairs I check everything one more time. I’m sure everything’s ready, I’ve probably checked it three times by now. But you can never be sure with me, there’s probably something missing in my bag and I haven’t noticed.

When Jared comes to meet me his eyes go straight to the bag by my side.

“Are we going somewhere?” He asks me, lifting both eyebrows.

“Of course” I say with a smile.

Jared looks confused. This is his first birthday with us as a couple, and I wanted this be special. Jared helps me with my bag, taking it to my car. I drive, he changes the radio. I spend all the way avoiding his questions about our destination. The city looks pretty dead today; The weather is nice, thou, and that’s perfect for what I’ve prepared.

When we reach the point in which we cannot continue by car I let Jared know. We hold hands, sharing quick glances once in awhile, we walk in silence, but smiles never leaving our faces.

Jared is one of the most outgoing, adventurous man I’ve ever had the chance to meet in my life. Reason why I decided to spend the afternoon in the hills, enjoying the view, the nice weather, and being in touch with Mother Nature. the exact spot for our little adventure is a hidden place among rocks and trees. There’s plenty of shadow, green areas and warm breeze for us to sit and enjoy.

Jared looks around, fascinated by the view of the city and how nature seems to enjoy it’s days without caring about the people destroying the city at its feet.

“This is beautiful” Jared says, laying on the lonely spot of grass.

“Happy birthday” I say again, feeling a warm in my heart just by looking at how happy he looks.

Jared takes my wrist to make fall on top of him, his right hand caressing my cheek, pulling away strands of hair.

“Thank you for this” He mutters, the smile glued to his lips, “Really, thank you so much, I love it”

“You don’t have to thank me” I say, kissing his cheek and resting my head on the space of his neck, “I just want you to have a nice birthday”

“It’s going great so far”

“We can stay the whole day like this or we can eat something first and then lay for good, what do you prefer?”

“Let’s eat and then lay for a bit”

We both prepare the space for our picnic; I lay everything I prepare for him during the morning, noticing how amazed he looks. Once I tell him that he can start eating, half of the things in the plates disappear in a matter of minutes. I try to ask him if he likes the food, but his whole attitude is confirmation enough.

Jared kisses me whenever he’s not eating, or telling me how amazing the food is. I just laugh and kiss him back, happy that he’s enjoying his birthday.

When he’s finally done eating we lay for a bit, discussing about what we see in the clouds, or how we think they will show us next. Our bodies warming each other, his hand holding mine with no intention of letting go.

An hour passes by before Jared sits up really quick, his head turning to me with a big smile.

“I got an idea”

Jared stands starting to pick all our things, telling me to hurry. I keep asking what’s going on, but he just shushes me, saying that he I’m going to love. What? I have no idea.

We leave everything in the car, and I can’t get to ask again when Jared holds my hand, taking somewhere between the trees and rocks. He looks so excited that I decide not to ask again, and just enjoy the walk to wherever he’s taking me.

And, actually, the view is breathtaking.

We’ve been in this place for a while, and in any moment we’ll start to see the sundown. Everything starts to fusion with the colors of the sky, the little puddles mirroring the clouds, the leaves dancing with the wind. And, even though it takes us a while to get where Jared wants, I just can’t seem to believe how beautiful everything is the higher we get.

“We’re almost there” Jared assures me, and it is only there when I notice how tired I am.

But I seriously couldn’t care less. We walk for a couple of minutes more, and when Jared finally stops I just can’t believe what’s in front of me.

From the spot that I chose for us to have the picnic most of the city was at our feet, we could see the beach at one side, and people living their lives on the other.

But from here… Everything seems so little, and it actually feels like all our tables were left behind, in those distant buildings, with that distant people.

I walk towards a rock, sitting on the edge, still amazed by everything. I turn for a second, to call Jared by my side. He sits next to me, putting his arm on my shoulder to get me closer to him.

“I was supposed to be the one giving you surprises” I mutter, not being able to take my eyes away from the view.

“We have a whole lifetime to fill with surprises” He says, leaving a soundless kiss on my forehead.

“Good” I say, pulling away a bit to look him in the eyes, “Because there are more surprises waiting for us when we get home”

A laugh burst from him, and in no time we are kissing again.

“I knew there was a reason why I am so in love with you” He mutters between kisses.

“Wait, what?”

I pull away again, my eyes fix on his. He just said he is in love with me. This is the first time. I feel something on my chest, it’s tight, but my heartbeat is threatening to let me heart escape in any second, and a smile appears on my lips, and suddenly I’m feeling everything and nothing at the same time. And Jared is looking at me like he wasn’t supposed to say this right now, like he was holding it for later.

“You’re in love with me” I whisper, a smile nailed on my face, “You said…”

“I am” He says, taking his hand to brush his hair, “Good, I finally said it”

“Finally? How long have you been holding that?”

He shrugs, and we can’t help but laugh. Jared hugs me again, leaving little kisses on top of my head. My arms wrap him tight, never wanting to let him go.

“Are you in love with me?” He asks, as if he’s afraid of my answer.

“What do you think?”


“Of course I am” I laugh, adjusting in my place to look him in the eyes, “I’m in love with you, Jared, I thought it was pretty damn obvious”

“I can be a bit blind”

“Well, now you know. Happy birthday!”

“Best birthday ever” He says, moving to kiss me on the lips this time.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

“I really can’t stay.”

“But, baby, it’s cold outside.”

Sam’s eyes squinted as he stared at his brother and his best friend from his perch at the table. His eyes narrowed almost to closing as he watched them over the screen of his laptop. Part of him wanted to laugh at the lines, and another part of him seriously considered that they had no idea they were quoting a Christmas classic.

“I got to get home.” Castiel’s deep voice echoed through the silent bunker.

Dean raised an eyebrow with a plea lacing his pupils. “But, baby, you’d freeze out there.”

At this point Sam had had enough. With a loud sigh he slammed his laptop shut, gaining the other two men’s attention, before he glared at the both of them evenly. “Seriously?!”

At that, Dean smirked with a cocky shrug. “What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

Sam pointed a finger at him with growing agitation. “You two. All it ever is around here is you two being disgustingly in love. If you’re going to play weird games where you quote romantic shit, go to another room. I’m glad you two are happy together but seriously it’s too much to witness every goddamn second of every goddamn day and I’m trying to do research.”

Castiel couldn’t help the small smirk upturning his lips. “Dean said that it would be fun to see how long it would take until you cracked.”

The last thing Castiel heard before both brothers darted from the room was the sound of Dean’s belly deep laughter. The fallen angel watched with a priceless smile as the younger brother chased the older brother through the bunker halls with obscenities spewing from his lips.

It was the first Christmas that Castiel felt he had a home to finally find happiness in.

When the laughter died down, and no more thundering footsteps were echoing against the walls, Dean came charging toward Castiel with a shit-eating grin on his face. The two embraced like an old dance they had practiced for decades.

Just as Dean was pressing his lips to Castiel’s forehead he whispered, “Baby, it’s cold outside.”

Castiel could only chuckle as he sunk deeper into the warmth of Dean’s chest and let himself forget about the waging snow crashing down on top of the bunker.

You know, between the highly popular “Stan’s attempts at flirting constantly attract cryptids” headcanon and theories about Bill there’s a lot of post-finale fic involving Ford protecting or rescuing Stan. Which I’m sure does happen, y’know. Stan stumbles into his fair share of trouble and when he does I’m sure Ford is quick to go after him.

But with a  617.19% distress quotient holy cow clearly we need more post-finale scenarios of Stan rescuing Ford. And now that I’ve brought it up I feel personally obligated to make a list or something.


Aaaand more fanarts for Homra-san’s amazing fanfiction!!! I really am in love with it and nothing can stop me!!!

The last one was a little bit rushed so I didn’t like it very much… And there was another one I was going to make but I couldn’t fit it in the remaining paper so I’ll do it another time XD (because yes, of course I’m doing more!!! I said it: I’M UNSTOPPABLE!!!)!

The rose one is my favorite! It’s hard drawing flowers (roses particularly, to me) but I always like how they look in the end!

I hope you like them, Homra-san!!! And since I can’t really stop, bear with me for some more time XD 

rebbkatt  asked:

I enjoy your solavellan fanfics soooo much ❤ Every line is so beautifully crafted, like I'm witnessing it before me.~ Could you please do one about them meeting in secret in the fade or "in between" while at war after the end of DAI+tresspasser?

Oh you are so lovely for saying so, and of course I can! But since I’ve already done a few post-Trespasser Fade meetings, how about one in the flesh…?


the world’s a beast of a burden (you've been holding up a long, long time)

Her bones are aching, but she suspects it has more to do with spending two consecutive weeks on the road, than it has to do with age. A scant three decades in this world hasn’t made an old woman of her, but it’s a begrudging acceptance, at least when she’s willing to make it, that the last few years have taken their toll. But then, a scant three decades and she’s achieved more than most would in twice as many years – has lost more, too, and had more titles than anyone would need in a lifetime. First. Chosen. Herald. Inquisitor –

Traitor. Conspirator. Wolf’s Bane

The cold water knocks against her, stinging her skin and quenching the churning thoughts – every syllable of every title (one a prayer, another a curse) echoing a failure. She wonders how many they’ll have for her when it’s done; if they’ll even remember Ellana when it’s all over.

Dragging her hand across her face, it’s as much an attempt to physically wipe the thoughts from her mind as it is to rub away the sweat and dirt that’s gathered. It’s been days since her last real bath, although her definition of real is something rather different now than it was when she lived in her large quarters, with its deep copper tub and lavender oils. And taking one now, even just a short one, means travel time lost, and it’s a two-day journey yet to cross into the Anderfels – longer still if she dawdles.

Rocking back on her heels, she considers the expanse of water stretching out in front of her; the river meandering through the landscape, a glassy blue touched with silver from the sun. The temperature is pleasant if a bit chilly, and there isn’t a soul in sight – it’s definitely an opportunity, if she ever needed one, and there’s half a bar of soap tucked away in her pack somewhere.

Her decision made, she’s about to reach for her rucksack when there’s a soft tremor in the air – in the Veil, she realizes with some surprise. He’d taught her how to look for it; how to sense the slight shift in the atmosphere signalling someone’s presence. And she feels it now, but it’s a deliberate thing, the soft ripple almost like a caress – not intrusive, but a gentle warning.

And only one person in her acquaintance knows the workings of the Veil well enough to mask his presence, let alone deliberately announce it.

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Riley and Lucas try to host their very first Thanksgiving together.

Cross Posted to FF.Net

Author Note: So this randomly came to me the other day and I had to write it. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Riley balanced the groceries she was carrying on her hip as she opened the door of her and Lucas’ apartment. As soon as she stepped in she knew something was off, the balance of energy just didn’t seem right. “Lucas, are you home?”

She brought the groceries into the kitchen and started unpacking everything onto the counter to double check that she had everything she needed before taking the turkey out of the last bag and moving to put it in the fridge only to discover another turkey already waiting. “Lucas Friar where are you?”

He came running into the room like a lost little puppy dog, “Hi honey, something wrong?”

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say it every day

summary: 25. it sucks to be colour blind, but you always tell me how beautiful I am to be super sweet and loving AU. requested by effulgentcolors.

word count: ~ 2,300

rating: t.

a/n: i tried. i really did. (sorry it took so long, haha.)

For her being unable to differentiate colours sometimes…it’s tough on her, and she’s always struggled a little with it, even after developing her own coping mechanism with it. As a kid, she remembers screwing some colours up, mistaking violet for blues or reds for a brown when colouring.

And yet, twenty-nine years later, all she can do is deal with it.

But luckily for her, she knows she’s not alone. Emma still has some amazing friends and a boyfriend who’s been more than accommodating to the entire ride within the last few months since they’ve been together.

Reading traffic lights, looking at colour-coded graphs or anything of the sort, has always been extremely annoying. She hates having to drive around if the traffic lights aren’t those that flash; her greens would look like brown and then the red and yellows look the same. Luckily enough, Storybrooke doesn’t have that much traffic, so it’s not that big of a deal.

Emma always needs David to be in charge of distinguishing colours. It’s just how it is in her daily routine of things. But, of course she has a way to handle with things, she’s adapted generally well through the years.

It’s a late night patrol that keeps her out until a little past midnight, when she enters her dark apartment, flicking the lights to her bedroom on while she hears the water running in the washroom. Most people thinks about the colour of the clothes they wear. Emma sometimes thinks about that, but it’s not every day, not unless she has to put together some outfit. She just grabs a pair of flannel pants and a t-shirt, not even thinking about what colours they are, and slipping it on, chucking her jeans and jacket aside onto a chair.

She is beyond exhausted from the day’s amount of paperwork, problem-solving with some of the dwarves, and a late night patrol.

“Oh, you’re home.”

She’s startled, placing her phone down from setting the alarm, turning around to see him at the doorway. “Yeah, just got back.”

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anonymous asked:

MSR, 22 pls

22 - “i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice”

he is hideously obvious. she turns his bruised hand over gently and his feelings for her are written in the swell of his knuckles, the smear of someone else’s blood on his skin. his nailbeds, probably.

she knows. she must know.

“did you break his nose?”


and she’s angry. he knew she would be.

come on, he finds himself thinking, because she has not taken her hands away from his and his palm is starting to sweat. i know you know. say something about it.

there is a silence in which he holds her hand and listens to her heartbeat on the monitor. it’s the same as the flutter he can feel in her wrist, but he’s feeling it for real and the machine is not so he wins.

and then.

“i see the way you look at me,” she says quickly, into the silence, and she’s trembling like they’re still freezing in the cemetery rain in oregon. in a way they are, in a way they have never moved from there in all these years (even then she could read his thoughts). if he had a choice they’d end up there again at the finish.

please, he thinks distantly, because he hasn’t prayed since she stopped having nosebleeds but now he’s praying for the next expression on her face. anything but pity, he thinks, please, anything but pity.

but she has never pitied him. not even in oregon when he’d spilled his guts to her after knowing her for only a day.

it’s not dark. he always thought it would be dark when they had this conversation. but here they are, in the hospital, and light is spilling in through the window and making the air dance. her face, lit up pale and gold, says nothing. he is suddenly sure that his face says “i love you,” or something equally damning in neon letters.

he’s still holding her hand. he should let go so he doesn’t seem so pathetic.

she’s staring at him, mouth slightly open, and since she is not going to say anything else he thinks about saying, you almost died and i don’t know what i would’ve done if you had. i hope i broke his nose and if i didn’t i’ll try again.

but she knows already.

anonymous asked:

Not sure if I'm doing this right but I want to request a minkey fanfic. Involving a jealous key when he sees the hug Minho and Jjong shared at jjongs first win on the show Minho MC's on

It’s around the fifth time Minho is talking to Kibum but doesn’t get any response when he knows he’s being punished for something. What, he doesn’t know, but Minho is 101% sure he must have done something wrong for Kibum to give him the cold shoulder since he stepped back into the dorm.

“At least tell me what I’m being punished for?”

Minho decides to take the bull by the horns as he leans on the wall of Kibum’s room and watches Kibum go through his skincare routine at his desk. Whether it’s because Kibum is concentrating on reading the instructions printed on the Harakeke firming seed cream or contemplating if he should help Minho understand the situation, it takes a long moment before Kibum finally ends his silence.

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“I’m sorry I didn’t see you I’ve been trying to find this pikachu for nearly an hour”

Pokemon go just came out and like the rest of the world you were obsessed. So when you finally had a day off of work you decided to go to your nearby park to catch ‘em all. You’d had a slow day so far until you saw a Pikachu silhouette pop up in the nearby Pokemon list. You immediately picked up your pace and began walking towards the nearest leaves.

And that was when you ran into Luke, like hard. Luke was an old acquaintance from high school and you couldn’t have felt more awkward. He seemed to have not seen you before either and helped you steady yourself.

“Im sorry I didn’t see you I’ve been trying to find this Pikachu for nearly an hour.” he blushed and looked down.

“No way I’ve been looking for it too we can help each other if you wanna what team are you?” You began walking towards the leaves again and he stumbled after you.

“Wait you’re playing Pokemon Go?”

“Duh silly why else would I be outside?” You roll your eyes and giggle at him. He shrugs and continues to walk alongside you when the Pikachu pops up on both of your screens. You squeak and tap on it and begin throwing poke balls.

When you both capture it you high five each other. Since you hadn’t seen Luke in so long you suggested you should both go get lunch together and he agreed. The closest food was a Subway so you both ordered and began to chow down.

During the meal you both talked about what you’ve done since graduation, your jobs, and Pokemon Go. Getting to know Luke was great, you can’t believe you never got to knew him in high school. He was a really nice guy and seemed like he’d make a great friend. You both promised to go capture together again sometime soon. So when you got home you thanked Nintendo for helping you meet your future best friend.