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Evak Prompt- Failing

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Isak rolls over in bed with a strangled sort of groan, eyes slit halfway and peering up at Even mournfully, “No.”

“Isak,” Even’s voice was patient, but firm. “Scoot over.”

Isak didn’t have much of a choice. Even unceremoniously dumped his backpack beside the bed and used his long legs and hard thighs to move Isak back to his side- leaving just enough space for Even to lay down.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

Not that bad.

“You’re right. It was worse.”

Isak could practically hear Even rolling his eyes and asking God for the strength to deal with him. “It’s just one test-”

“Just one test in my best subject. That I failed. So so so badly, Even. Like embarrassingly bad.”

“Have you never failed a test before?”

“Of course I have, but not in biology.” Isak throws an arm up over his eyes, “I’m never going to hear the end of this from Sana. I’ll bet she didn’t fuck up her macromolecules.”

They were silent for a moment before Even sighs and tugs Isak’s arm away from his face, “Do you want me to blow you until you feel better?”

Isak blinks, “I mean- it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try would it?”

anonymous asked:

Imagine sitting inbetween Harry's legs while he sits on the sofa, only wearing his black boxers. You kiss the fabric over his bulge and palm him, earning soft whimpers. You kiss his thighs, nibbling his skin and his hands creep in your hair and hold it in a ponytail. You peel off his boxers and start to kiss up his shaft, tracing your tongue on his vein. Wrapping your lips around him, you suckle his red sensitive tip and lick his slit. Harry closes his eyes and hisses, cursing under his breath.

MY EARS JUST BURST INTO FLAMES

Jesus fucking Christ……………… WHY CANT I DO THIS?!

a-rosewood-by-any-other-name  asked:

Malec and the aftermath of a nightmare where one of them finds the other dead. (Mid season finale feels...)

Alec rushed to Magnus’s side just as he fell. “Magnus!” he yelled over the rushing of his pulse. He dropped to his knees and put his hands on Magnus’s bloody chest. 

There was no heartbeat.

Alec looked up at Magnus’s eyes - golden, slit-pupiled, unblinking - and knew that Magnus was gone.

He screamed.

Alec woke in a cold sweat. His heart was pounding in his ears and his cheeks were wet with tears.

It had been weeks since the battle at the Institute, but Alec was still having nightmares. They were always different but always ended with Magnus dying, leaving Alec alone, feeling lost and empty.

“Alec?” Isabelle nudged the door open with her foot. “Are you okay? I heard screaming.”

“Yeah, Iz, I’m good. Just a bad dream. Go back to bed.” Isabelle didn’t look convinced but she left anyway, closing the door behind her until it clicked. Once her footsteps disappeared down the hall, Alec grabbed his phone off of his nightstand. It rang once, twice, three times.

“Alexander? Is everything okay?”

“I had another nightmare. I need you.”

“I’ll be right there.” The call ended and no sooner had Alec put his phone back did a portal appear right by his bedroom door.

Magnus stepped through in a pair of Alec’s sweatpants that nearly covered his bare feet and one of Alec’s hoodies half zipped up over his bare chest. His hair was free of product and flopped into his eyes and his face was scrubbed clean of make up. He stifled a yawn and Alec scooted over in his bed to make room. 

Once he was under the covers, Alec curled himself around Magnus, pressing an ear to his chest to hear his heart beat, a steady thrum that instantly soothed him.

“Alexander?”

“Please, don’t talk. Just…can we just lay here?”

“Of course.” 

Magnus was here. He was safe and alive and Alec slept easy knowing that he got to love him for one more day. 

A New Beginning 3/?

Here’s part three - and also my ‘rising to a challenge’ line

about 3k words, so watch for the cut. :) 

Part one
Part two


The rush of cool air against his back woke him. Steve drew in a breath and let it out, but kept his eyes closed. The bed was warm, and smelled like Tony, and Steve was comfortable. It had been so long since he’d last woke up comfortable that he couldn’t make himself move. The sheets settled back around him as soon as Tony swung his legs over the side. Steve reluctantly dropped onto his back and peered at Tony through slitted eyes.

In the pale morning light, Tony looked again different. He wasn’t the larger-than-life cocky devil he’d been in the club, and he wasn’t the vulnerable, sweetly shy man of the night before. He was a cat in the sunshine, stretching out his arms, his spine moving like it was made of liquid. Steve ached for a paintbrush as he watched Tony’s shoulders shifting through the sunlight, followed the curve of his spine down to his hips. They were slender, about the right size for Steve to fold his hands around and rest his thumbs in the depressions on either side of his spine.

Steve stretched an arm over his head to curl around the top of a pillow and rubbed his feet over the sheets. He’d never slept on silk sheets before, but he was going to have to buy a set. It had been a long time since he’d slept so well, though that probably had a lot more to do with Tony sleeping next to him than the sheets. He was thirsty and his head hurt, but the full body ache that he’d been dealing with for months was all but gone.

Tony sat on the edge of the bed, stretching his arms out to either side and yawning. He twisted around to give Steve a sleepy smile. “Morning, hot stuff.”

A faint blush spread over his cheeks, but Steve smiled back. “Good morning.”

Tony flopped over and then flipped around to face Steve. He propped his head up on his fist and examined Steve with an unnervingly focused gaze. “This is a new experience for me,” he said finally.

“Sleeping with a stranger without sleeping with said stranger?” Steve asked. He rolled onto his side and mirrored Tony’s posture.

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Originally posted by bonesy-mccoy

Request: Could you do a bone x reader where the reader is diabetic? thanks! @spnstarships

A/N: I firmly believe that by the 2200′s there will be a cure for diabetes, but that might be my optimism and slight lack of knowledge on the subject talking. 

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Rest in peace, Mary Tyler Moore. :(

Weezer - Buddy Holly

What’s with these homies, dissing my girl?
Why do they gotta front?
What did we ever do to these guys…
That made them so violent?
Woo-hoo, but you know I’m yours…
Woo-hoo, and I know you’re mine…
Woo-hoo, and that’s for all time…

Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly…
Oh-oh, and you’re Mary Tyler Moore…
I don’t care what they say about us anyway…
I don’t care bout that…

Don’t you ever fear, I’m always near…
I know that you need help….
Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit…
You need a guardian…
Woo-hoo, and you know I’m yours…
Woo-hoo, and I know you’re mine…
Woo-hoo, and that’s for all time…

Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly…
Oh-oh, and you’re Mary Tyler Moore…
I don’t care what they say about us anyway…
I don’t care bout that…
I don’t care bout that…

Bang, bang a knock on the door…
Another big bang and you’re down on the floor…
Oh no! What do we do?
Don’t look now but I lost my shoe…
I can’t run and I can’t kick…
What’s a matter babe are you feeling sick?
what’s a matter, what’s a matter, what’s a matter you?
What’s a matter babe, are you feeling blue? oh-oh!
And that’s for all time…
And that’s for all time …

Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly…
Oh-oh, and you’re Mary Tyler Moore…
I don’t care what they say about us anyway…
I don’t care bout that…
I don’t care bout that…
I don’t care bout that…

anonymous asked:

Hello! I just want to start off with a super big nerdy excited hug. I've been a cryptid enthusiast for basically my whole life and I love seeing your stuff- I don't know if you've heard of this but it's a local criptid from my hometown that has still stuck with me. It's called the Avix and it was supost to live in the dark forest that was on the border of our town. It was a dark figure with bright yellow slit pupil eyes and would whisper through the wind entrancing people to go in the forest (1)

Eyyyy! Hugs all around, you’re super flattering! <3

This cryptid sounds very eerie, though I’m not too familiar with the name; which state is this? All for learning something new!

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Harry catching a cold after going out in the blizzard in just his Hawaiian shirt and while you're taking care of him you keep giving him shit for it 😭

“How many times did I tell you to put on a warmer shirt?” You gripe, hand on his forehead to see if he has a fever and, to your dismay, he does.

“Didn’t think it was that cold out…” he says, voice scratchy and straining - he has a sore throat and he’s burning up, as well as a stuffy nose and you can’t help but be angry. You told him to put on warner clothes and he didn’t listen…

“You have Gucci jumpers, you could’ve worn one of them if you were so worried about your aesthetic.” There’s a smirk on your lips and you can help but giggle when he pouts, eyes in slits as he glares at you but he’s too sick to look menacing.

“’S not about that and yeh know it.” He coughs, frowning at the painful scratch of his throat.

“I know it’s not, you silly boy… I’m just messing with you.” You laugh, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.

“Stop making fun o’ me, ’m sick…” he mumbles, neck straining as he leans up to search the comfort of your lips again.

“Such a spoiled baby…” Rolling your eyes, you press kisses to his nose, chin and cheek before getting up and away from him. “Gonna get you some medicine, be right back.”

You’re wrapping your scarf around your neck when he croaks out… “Don’t forget your coat, might get sick…”

All you do is roll your eyes before blowing him a kiss and closing the door behind you.

anonymous asked:

Pleaseee do topic 88 & 102 ❤

102.“Do you really think I could ever replace you?” 

 88.“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

Daryl watched through the narrowed slits of his cobalt eyes as Carol sat talking to Morgan, whatever have developed while he’d been gone he’d found he’d not liked it, not one bit.

His hand rested easy on her knee, like Daryl wished his own hand could do so many times before, her eyes were trained on him, listening intently to whatever shit came out of his mouth.

Daryl rolled his eyes and tried to focus on cleaning his crossbow, like he’d been doing for the past hour.

Who even finds enough to talk about for a full hour? Granted the night he’d spent at Carol’s before she’d moved to The Kingdom he’d been there for hours, but there wasn’t constant running of jaws for no reason. Part of him wished it was him over there though, there was no denying they’d grown apart since she’d moved away and it seemed she’d found a new confident in the process. He was more than willing to admit he missed her, but with this emotion came a lot of unprompted anger, anger that right now was directed pair of them.

The tension in his muscles were tight, like the string on his bow tight and it was only a matter of time before something released that trigger.

The loud laughter from Carol immediately had his eyes snapping back to the cushy couple, swooping up onto his feet quickly and hauling his ass out to hunt before he could do anything he’d regret.

As he approached them both he kept his eyes down, putting himself into auto mode to get himself away from the situation.

“Hey Daryl,” Carol called out, turning her body towards him, “where you off too?”

Well shit.

“Goin’ huntin’, some’ve us got work to do, can’t be sittin’ on our asses yabbering all damn day,” he snapped eyeing the pair, standing in his defensive stance Carol knew too well. 

Carol excused herself from Morgan, grasping at his upper arm as she reached him, dragging him until they were out of sight and earshot.

“The hell’s up your ass?” she asked bluntly, arms wrapping around herself now they were no longer warmed by the sunlight.

“Nothin’ just makin’ myself useful, unlike y’all,” he said, unable to hide the bitterness in his voice. 

“Is there a problem?” she asked, an certain edge to her tone that told him she wasn’t in the mood for games.

“Nah no problem, ya carry on, wouldn’t want to interrupt yer deep ass conversation with jedi master over there,” he snorted, jutting his chin to where Morgan had distracted himself with his stick he was oh so fond of.

“Daryl we were just talking,” Carol frowned.

“Yeah, we used ta just talk as well,” he said without thought, his voice laced with jealously.

Fuck.

“That what this is about?” Carol asked outright.

“Ain’t ‘bout nothin’, I’ll see ya later,” he said as he turned on his heel, fully intending to flee the situation.

Her reflexes were quick though, the grip on his wrist spinning him right back round so he was practically nose to nose with her.

“Are you upset cause I’m talking to Morgan?” she questioned again.

His shoulders sagged slightly in defeat, “seein’ ya with him, talkin’ like there ain’t nothin’ better ta do, we used to be able ta do that.”

“Still can,” Carol said with a furrowed brow, her thumb circling his pulse point where her grip still remained firmly around his wrist.

“You think I replaced you, that it?” she prompted after he offered nothing back, his gaze on where his wrist and her hand were joint.

Again he stayed silent, she already knew, he didn’t need to say it.

Taking her other hand, she lightly grasped his jaw tilting it up to face her, making sure his eyes were focused on her.

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?” she asked softly.

He shrugged his shoulders, in his mind he was more than replaceable, he had just been praying it never happened.

“Daryl,” she said pained voice, seeing him degrade himself like that made her heart break, “after everything…I’d still choose you. Over everyone, no one would ever be able to replace you. You are the most important person in my life and nothing will ever change that.”

She felt she couldn’t stress her point enough, gazing into his crystal blues though she could feel herself getting pulled into something that felt a lot more than just friends.

He gave her an understanding nod, a small smile breaking through on his lips. 

“Don’t want ya to feel like ya can’t talk ta me ‘bout stuff just cause we don’t see each other as much no more. Know I ain’t all wisdomous like Morgan but-”

Carol raised a finger to his lips to silence him, holding it there as she spoke, “first off…I’m not sure wisdomous is a word. Secondly, do not compare yourself to him, you are just as good, if not better.”

Daryl smiled one of his rare smiles, his lips brushing against her finger quickly making her drop it back to her side.

“We good?” she asked.

“Yeah, we’re good,” he said pulling into an even rarer one armed hug, her contact with his wrist finally breaking as she wrapped her arms around his waist, knowing all too well that she enjoyed the contact more than she should.

Confession

my pet peeve is when Frisk cosplayers take photos with their eyes closed. I personally headcanon Frisk to be Asian, hence why their eyes are slitted and their skintone yellow. Maybe it’s because I’m Asian but whenever I see Frisk cosplayers closing or squinting their eyes, I get kind of offended. I know it’s not anyone’s fault and their own personal portrayal of the character, but I can’t help but feel really uncomfortable when I see it. I don’t blame the cosplayers or anything. Just something I wanted to share. 

Does anyone feel the same? Sorry if I offended you.

anonymous asked:

Perkisas x male reader nfsw

“You thought… you could sneak into my lair, steal my treasure, and not be punished?”

You shrink back against the wall and shake your head, trembling.  The dragon Perkisas glares down at you.

“You… insolent mortal,” he growls, and then his form shimmers and shrinks in a cloud of golden mist.  A human steps out of the mist, his mouth twisted in a scowl and slit-pupiled eyes narrowed in anger.  Two majestic horns crown his head.

The dragon has a human form, you realize dizzily, because of course he does.

Perkisas stalks forward and grasps your chin none-too-gently with taloned fingers, examining your face.  You find yourself suddenly unable to breathe under his cruel gaze.

“Normally, I would kill you and gild your bones with gold,” he says casually, and it’s somehow so much more chilling to hear that from a human’s mouth than from a dragon’s.  “You, however… You suit my aesthetics.  I think I can find a much better use for you.”

You aren’t sure what he means until Perkisas leans close, his hot breath ghosting across your ear.

“And since you’re male, I won’t even have to worry about you getting pregnant.”

A shudder goes down your spine, but you can’t tell whether it’s from fear or arousal.