so... this didn't end up at all like i had planned

cinderella: redo

so i was watching cinderella while doing my nails and waiting for them to dry which was clearly a Mistake because now i can’t help but think -

the evil stepmother was always evil, okay. say her abuse of her own daughters was different than that of cinderella’s - but it was still abuse. giving them impossible expectations, telling them they were never good enough, never pretty enough, never smart enough. and then she gets married, and anastasia and drizella are ecstatic because this man seems kind and warm and maybe just maybe he can temper their mother, maybe with him around she won’t be so cruel. so they’re on their very best behavior in the beginning, they do just as their mother taught - they trot out their best upper court manners in an attempt to get their new stepfather to like them. but it just comes off as cold and snooty and they’re trying, they are, they’re just bad at it. and they see how he is with cinderella, the smiling girl their own age, and they are jealous. they don’t mean to be, they try not to be, they know it isn’t becoming of young ladies. but she gets hugs and kisses and affection and they get rulers slapped on their hands when they reach for desert and sharp jabs to their sides when they slouch and - soon they hate cinderella, not for anything she’s done, but for what she has and they dont

but then her father dies. and it’s all a tumble of things and cinderella is crying and they’ve lost their only chance at escaping their mother’s clutches and it’s terrible. and everything settles and there’s no reason to be jealous anymore but resentment is hard to let go of and they don’t know what to do. they’re only kids too after all. and they’re so terribly bad at comforting people, they can do flowery words and know all the right bows but cinderella is so sad and they just don’t know what to do with that, because they’re supposed to be sisters but they’re not even friends

and slowly but surely their mother starts abusing cinderella, starts making her a maid in her own home, and she’s their mother, what are anastasia and drizella supposed to do? she rules them with an iron fist, and cinderella doesn’t even like them anyway, it’s none of their business.

except one night anastasia crawls into her sister’s bed in the middle of the night and wakes her up. “i was thirsty,” she explains, eyes wide and shiny, and they’re bad at this with other people but drizella has no problems with pulling anastasia into her arms. the younger girl clutches her sister and continues, “i was thirsty and i went down to the kitchen to get some water and - and cinderella is still up! she’s doing the dishes, and she should be asleep, mom is going to make her make breakfast in the morning and -” she cuts herself off with a hiccup and whispers, “it’s not fair.”

“life isn’t fair,” drizella says, echoing one of their mother’s favorite phrases. but her sister is staring at her with wet eyes, and it’s not like their mother is likely to get up before sunrise anyway, she hates waking up, so she pulls herself and anastasia out of bed and off they go.

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you didn't see this comming?

so we are about to enter the final hall, and we know this is the big one- the minions say the boss is here, it’s the last room, it has one way in, and it’s a throne room.

the only goal is to kill one spell-caster/dragon sage dudebro, so we develop a plan to have the main of the party attack in a typical fashion while my rouge sneaks to the back while invisible and lays a surprise deathblow.

Then, assuming combat doesn’t just end by the enemy’s morale- I would go full defense and make my way back with my killer acrobatics and caution. We were all mid level, so it wasn’t a terrible idea, and from the level of the mooks, it could save the meat-shields from a lot of smackdown.

so we cast all the necessary buffs and kicked open the ridiculously ornate throneroom door and begin combat

DM: (stopping for a sec to describe the room) there is a massive hall in front of you- the far side is a lofty stage formed of a tasteful combination of granite pilllars and decorative freezes. there are five beefy humans standing on the only stairs to the top of this 15 foot high area, where there’s a kinda scaly dude, who looks somewhere between exasperated and bored. [Me], you won initiative- you are invisible, what do you do?

Me: *observing that I would have to pass through the beef-bros square to get to scaleman* there’s a bonus for running up to a jump right?

DM: Uh, well, yes, but what does that-

Me: I run across the hall and jump up onto the stage.

DM: …*consults jumping rules*…okay, roll me that acrobatics.

Me: *rolls* so with my bonuses I got 29, how much is the run up worth again?

DM: well, you jumped. You broke records for how high humans have jumped in one go, and got like 8 foot off the ground, but you didn’t land on the platform or anything.

Me: I’m listed as 6 foot and change- can I grab the ledge?

DM: … okay, that’s reasonable. roll another acrobatics, minus 10 for quickened, I guess.

Me: *nat 20*

DM: *sigh* you’re on the platform.

Then the round proper hits and the party tries to draw the mooks off the stairs (since they don’t know I’m already past, and because it’s useful for them too) but it doesn’t work. the scale-bro casts a potshot at the fighter, but he makes the save. then it’s my turn again.

Me: I step up and sneak attack the guy *rolls well*

DM: unfortunately, before you do that, he takes an attack of opportunity and *rolls* hits you. *rolls* take 36.

Me: *slack jawed*

Me: wasn’t I invisble??

DM: yes? and you took damage.

Me: how did-

DM: he had see invisible up this entire time. that’s a really standard buff among dragons, and I didn’t make you roll stealth checks. Honestly, I thought you would pick it up- but then you ran right up to him.

and that is how I ended up spending almost the entire battle, invisible and pretending to be unconscious at the villain’s feet because I had 4 HP.

anonymous asked:

How did you guys get together?

Michael: Okay kiddies, buckle up. It’s story time!

It all started way waaay back when Jeremy found the first key to the hunt. He just so happened to run into Christine there, who was also after the key. Jeremy had been following her blog about the hunt for several years, and he had a pretty big crush on her.

Jeremy: Her avatar is cute! Come on…

Michael: Yeah, she’s a cutie alright! Anyway, the two of them started chatting and they hit it off pretty well. After the High Five formed—that was me, Jeremy, Christine, Rich, and Jake, the people in the top five slots of the scoreboard—the two of them started hanging out more and more. And Jeremy kinda sorta started ditching me for Christine.

Jeremy: …I was a huge dick back then.

Michael: Yeah, no kidding. He’d blow me off all the time just to be with her instead. I warned him several times that he shouldn’t get so serious—his obsession with her would eventually backfire and then what would he do? But he didn’t listen to me, and we got into a really big f-fight—

Jeremy: Easy, M. It’s okay.

Michael: *sighs* Yeah, I know. Um…where was I? Oh, right. I’d been in love with Jeremy since the beginning, ever since I met him. After our fight we, we didn’t speak for several months. I was really fucking pissed at him, and he thought he was right, and I wasn’t going to apologize, so…

Jeremy: We were both really bitter.

Michael: Yeah. And Christine dumped your ass even though you were never dating, haha.

Jeremy: Yeah, yeah, I get it! You were right all along, blah blah blah.

Michael: Heheh! And then, uh—I sent Jeremy an email telling him where to find the next key, as payback since he helped me find the first one.

Jeremy: And I was so relieved to hear from you again. You have no idea!

Michael: I got that when you sent a reply apologizing for being such an ass, haha.

Jeremy: During those couple months apart I realized just how much I missed Michael and being with him. Christine was avoiding talking to me at the time as well so I was pretty much on my own, no friends to talk to…it was really lonely. But I had a lot of time to think about my relationship with Michael, and soon enough that longing to be with him again sort of…evolved into something bigger than I ever expected. I realized then that I’d actually loved Michael all along and never understood it until that moment. But I was—I was really afraid to tell him because I thought I’d ruined our friendship, and I didn’t want to ruin it again, you know?

Michael: Yeah.

Jeremy: And then…we met up after I apologized and everything was fine. We were back to our usual antics and god, I was so, so happy to see that.

Michael: It was so good to see you after all that time, I just—I couldn’t stay mad anymore.

Jeremy: Yeah. And then, um, everyone else left after we planned our final attack and how we were gonna get to the final gate. Then it was just the two of us.

Michael: Jeremy told me what he’d been feeling during those months apart but he was very vague about who he was referring to. I thought he was talking about Christine at first but he told me he didn’t like her that way anymore, and—

Jeremy: You thought that I was talking about somebody else entirely! You were so dense, oh my god.

Michael: *laughs* Oh, shut up!

Jeremy: I sort of freaked out and accidentally spilled my feelings for Michael. I started having a panic attack because I thought I’d ruined everything, and right when we’d come back to being friends and all.

Michael: But then I told him that I felt the same way! And so we decided to get together.

Jeremy: At that point we hadn’t met in real life but we already knew each other so intimately that we didn’t care what we looked like outside of the OASIS.

Michael: I mean. I care.

Jeremy: Well duh—I meant we’d accept what we looked like in real life no matter what.

Michael: And hot damn, I got lucky with you. You’re much cuter in real life than in the OASIS.

Jeremy: Hey…

Michael: Haha! When I saw Jeremy for the first time in real life, I couldn’t believe my eyes!

Jeremy: Me neither. We were both stuttering messes when we met in person.

Michael: You were just so adorable I didn’t know what to do with myself…

Jeremy: Oh my god shut up!!

Michael: But you are! I love you~

Jeremy: Heh…

Michael: So, yeah! That ends our tale. That is how we discovered our feelings for each other. Once the final battle was over and Jeremy won the competition, we moved in together and started dating for real. Ta-dah!

anonymous asked:

Could you write something about Lena discovering the existence of the alien bar, so she talk about it to Kara like "Hey, it might be a good subject for an article or something" and she sees that Kara is nervous so she propose to go with her if she wants and Kara have a hard time finding an excuse to refuse so she just... kind of end up with Lena there and everyone recognize Kara and Lena is like "Oh." and explanations ensue because why did the alien device didn't work and all ???

“kara.”

she focuses on her page, doodling mindlessly in the corner of it.

“kara.”

“i’m ignoring you.”

“ignoring me?” lena sounds amused, of all things, and kara scowls down at her page. without looking up, she flicks a paperclip lena’s way and she can’t help but grin when she yelps.

“headshot?”

“centre mass, actually, which you would know if you would look at me.” her tone turns inviting, hopeful. the nicest possible version of wheedling. kara stares down at her paper and wills it not to burst into flame. “kara,”

“lena,” she mimics.

“it was an accident,” lena tells kara, which kara already knew of course, but having a drink spilled down the front of her shirt - and then being photographed by the paparazzi that always slinks around lena - means she’s embarrassed but also incredibly aware of how easily her disguise might be found out. white shirt, meet liquid; kara danvers, supergirl, meet the entire world knowing her identity. that they don’t is another source of concern, and confusion. because sure the drink had been dark but also lena had whisked a coat around her instantly and they’d made it back to her place where she has several outfits.

in lena’s wardrobe.

which she does not remember leaving there - no, well, she does remember it except now that she sees she has left her lucky belt, her second favourite boots, and her most comfortable sweat shirt there… it means something and she’s not entirely comfortable with that.

the idea of dating lena? no problem. the idea of dating a luthor? minor problems, named alex and clark. the idea of dating lena luthor, her best friend of some six months, who still doesn’t know that she’s supergirl? DING DING DING, huge problem.

there’s a soft touch to her hand and lena’s voice, jerking her out of her thoughts with a gentle, “kara?”

“wuh- huh?” she looks from where lena had been sitting to where she is now, standing next to her. “i zoned out, sorry.”

“no, no, it’s alright.” lena takes the seat next to her. “is everything okay at work? or,” lena waves a hand in a small motion that encompasses everything else.

“yeah, yeah, it’s all fine.” kara gives lena her brightest smile and lena nods but doesn’t look away. “i’m sorry, i’m being a bad friend.”

lena shakes her head, lays her fingers on kara’s hand again. she does it so hesitantly, always, and kara likes the way her smile eases when she turns her hand and holds lena’s.

“you’re not a bad friend. just distracted. which is why i thought we could go out tonight. there’s this bar,”

“i really am not interested in a repeat of last time lena,” kara whines.

“which is why we will get my driver to ditch the followers. it’s a hole in the wall, please,” lena asks - begs is more like it, and kara can’t look away from her pouting lip, her wide dark eyes. “you can write, i can drink, it’ll be a regular girls night out. please!”

“ugh. fine! but,” she searches for some kind of argument. “you’re paying!”

“deal.” lena squeezes her hand and kara ducks her head, grins, at the little spark the gesture shocks.

//

“uh, lena,” kara looks properly at the building they’ve pulled up outside and she hesitates. “i don’t think we should go in there. you know, it’s, um,”

“an alien bar, i know.”

kara nods slowly. she had guessed that. she just isn’t sure how much lena had planned this out.

“okay listen when i say this and i don’t mean it in a bad way,” kara tries to find a not bad way to say it but she’s coming up empty so…straight to the point then. “you’re a luthor. they’re aliens in there. i just think, i know how much you’re doing for your image and i just don’t want you in danger or, i also don’t want them to…get scared,” kara finishes softly. lena presses her lips together flat, nods. “i know you, lena. i know how good you are, and that you would never hurt these people, but they don’t.”

“isn’t that what your articles have been for? everything i’ve been doing? i have to test it out sometime.”

“it doesn’t mean you can walk into their bar, lena!” kara snaps. she shakes her head, tries to soften herself, her words, her shoulders, her hands. “this is a place where they can be themselves, without having to worry about that stuff. you have all the bars in the city, lena, they only have this one.” kara widens her eyes pleadingly, and lena nods slowly.

“i- you’re right. of course. i hadn’t thought of that.” lena purses her lips. “you know an awful lot about this place.”

kara grins nervously. she shrugs, happy to play it off on research, only the door swings open on its rusted hinges, music pouring out alongside obviously alien shouting, and all kara knows lena can’t be seen here. she picks her up, moves her into the shadows of the alley.

“hey kara, you coming in?” m'gann isn’t hiding her green tonight. or wasn’t. she looks to the woman in kara’s arms and her skin ripples back to her human form. “you two coming in?”

“not tonight,” kara says quietly. lena doesn’t say anything - she grips tight to kara’s arms, shaking slightly. “we’re gonna head out, actually.”

“call you an uber?”

“that’d be great,” kara nods.

“down the road, you know the pickup spot.” m'gann tilts her head toward lena, shakes her head very very slightly.

kara nods. “have a good night.”

“you too.” after a moment, m'gann adds, “lena,” and she disappears back into the bar.

the noise muffles with the door closed and kara eases away from lena. she urges her gently down the alley, and together they walk side by side down the road to the spot the Uber always arrives.

“i gather you’ve been there before,” lena says finally.

“um. yes.”

lena nods.

the uber pulls up after ten minutes of painfully empty silence. it takes another twelve minutes to get to lena’s apartment building, six to get into the building and up the stupidly fast lift to the sixteenth floor.

“you can come in,” lena tells her, and kara follows her. watches almost desperately as lena toes off her heels, the way she sighs and rolls onto the balls of her feet when she shrugs off her coat. “coffee?” she offers.

“um. sure.”

kara hasn’t felt this uncomfortable around lena since…never. not in this way. not in the horrible, teetering, this-is-the-end kind of way.

“kara,”

“i’m sorry,” she blurts out. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, and i’m sorry i broke your alien device, and i’m sorry about how weird tonight was and again, really sorry about not telling you but, but i had reasons, really good ones, and,”

“kara,” lena sighs, and she sets her stupidly expensive coffee pot down on the counter and steps over to her. lays her hands on either side of kara’s face, tugs so she’s looking right at her. “stop.”

kara stops. she stays very still, barely breathing, certainly not blinking.

“you’re an alien.” lena closes her eyes. she doesn’t pull away - if anything, she grips on a little tighter. she’s soft again when she drags her fingers down kara’s cheeks and away. “i understand why you didn’t tell me,”

“i really doubt that.” kara walks with her into the kitchen, pulls open the fridge. she takes out lena’s favourite cheese and, of all things, carrot sticks. sets them on a little plate. she pulls herself up onto the counter and waits as lena makes her coffee. it’s fine, they’ve done this before, this is how it’s supposed to go.

except, she’s never made late night snacks as an alien before. she’s never drunk from a cup as an alien, never eaten her food, never touched her things, never been in lena’s home as an alien before.

“it makes a lot more sense how appalled you were about that device,” lena muses. kara just nods. lena twists a little to face her, almost impeccably calm aside from slight, polite curiosity. “how did you break the alien device?”

kara covers her mouth, not wanting to spit cheese out. she swallows quickly. “zapped it.”

“you release an electric discharge?”

“what?”

“how did you zap it? when you touched it?”

“no, with,” kara stops, horror dawning slowly. lena knows she’s an alien, she doesn’t know that she’s supergirl. “rao help me,” she mutters, tilting her head up so she can look up at the stars.

“pardon?”

“okay.” kara hops down off the bench, backs up several steps. “i’m…yeah, i’m just going to do this,” she says, mostly to lena but a little to herself. “alright. okay.”

she pops open the buttons on her shirt quickly, too fast for lena to see, and peels it open slowly. lena stares.

and stares.

kara shifts her weight from one foot to the other.

“well.”

the coffee pot hisses. lena turns, pours herself a mug and then kara. she sets the mug out on the side and retreats into the corner of the kitchen, leans back against the corner where the two benches meet.

kara moves softly like lena could spook, and she stands opposite her. she sips at the coffee, grimaces. lena pushes the sugar over to her, watches with the same look of fascination as she always has as kara spoons sugar into her mug.

“is that an alien thing?”

“i don’t think so.” kara hesitates, but adds one final spoonful. this time it tastes right. mostly of sugar. “um. not to make this weird night weirder but, uh, you’ll have to sign stuff. now that you know.”

lena nods slowly.

“i…i should go,” kara says. she pours her coffee out into the sink, half drunk, and washes it out. sets it on the drying rack. “i didn’t mean for this to happen, not like,” kara shakes her head. there’s plenty of stuff she wants to say, or maybe just a couple very important things, but lena is still just staring - into her coffee or at kara, it changes - so it can wait. “i’m really sorry.”

“the only thing i can think right now is…i know something he never did.” lena laughs a little, a short sound and not happy. she closes her eyes. “i think you should. because, if that’s my first….my only thought?” she shrugs one shoulder. “i don’t think i’m someone you should be around right now.”

“i’m not afraid of you,” kara tells her. it lacks, completely, any defiance. how strange, for that to be a reassurance. lena doesn’t look like she believes her, if the dark little curl to her lips means anything.

“tell them i’ll sign. i have no interest in seeing the inside of a cell. again.”

kara nods. “i’ll see you soon?”

lena sets her mug in the sink, and disappears into her bedroom. it becomes clear she’s not coming out again. kara tips a little food into the fish tank, makes sure the windows are locked, and locks the front door behind her.

Damn it, I need you.

Authors Note: This was requested by the prompt:
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”  From the list of Prompts found HERE.
All prompts/ Blurbs can be found HERE
Warning: It is a bit sad, as you can assume from the sentence it started from.


He was never one to permit his emotions to show unless in the comfort of his own house, generally not even then did he grant them the opportunity to reveal very often. It was on rare occasions that you ever saw a tear escape from his precious eyes.

From the moment he received the call his body was diverted into an emotional panic state, he didn’t care that he was in the middle of signing his new contract; he didn’t care that it was impolite to answer the phone call. The minute he sensed his phone ringing he had an inkling something was wrong, something about the morning just wasn’t settling right with him.

He had left you this morning snuggled up to the warmth of the bed, he admired you peacefully sleeping, the way your hair fell messily around you, the way your hand stayed nestled under the pillow, and the way you bury yourself amongst the covers.

He had spent a little too long appreciating you this morning, he just couldn’t help it. When he did manage to wrench himself away from watching you peacefully sleep, he pressed to kiss to your forehead, whispering a swift “I love you” before forcing himself to leave the bedroom, gathering his things from downstairs before leaving to attend his meetings.

The whole way to the hospital all he could do was repeat the same sentence over and over again, “Please be okay, please be okay.” trying to hold himself together but failing as he shakes while trying to compose a text message to his sister. She was the one who always seemed to know what to do, additionally, she was also two hours closer than his Mum.

He did his best to hold it together while pacing around the waiting room, wearing the floors’ thin as he chews his lip, circling the small area without stopping to think twice. He didn’t know what to do, there was nothing for him to do but to wait for a doctor to tell him what was going on. There was nothing he wanted more than to know that you were okay, he needed comfort, he needed the reassurance that this morning wasn’t the last time that he would be able to admire you while you slept, he needed to know that all the plans the two of you had made weren’t going to be nothing but unaccomplished plans.

His eyes meet his sisters when she steps into the holding area, he doesn’t say a word, he just glances at her like a child who desperately needs to be held for a while. She doesn’t think twice before forcing him into a hug, his taller figure towering over her as she wraps her arms around her little, (not so little), brother. The minute he felt her warmth and comfort he allowed his emotions to flow, for the tears to finally settle, the tears he had been holding in since he got the call.

“I just want to know everything is okay. I knew something was wrong with the morning, but I didn’t think—I didn't—” He stutters, struggling to finish his sentence through his tears. “I didn’t think we’d end up here.” He chokes on his own words.

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Tired of hiding

This one is for the lovely anon who sent me the prompt. I really really hope it lives up to your idea and how you imagined it. *crosses fingers* *worries*

(Note to everyone else reading this - the idea and most of the storyline isn’t mine)

Summary: Baz starts going to an LGBT+ club at Watford, Simon finds out and it changes the way he sees Baz

Warning: homophobia (well… kind of. It may all just be a big misunderstanding)

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The Keys

Requested: Could you maybe write an imagine where Y/N ex boyfriend brings back the house key he had for Y/N apartment and Shawn is there. But Shawn didn’t know he had a key in first place and because he never got a key he is all jealous and pissed yells at Y/N? I hope that makes sense. Really appreciate your writings! Love only!

Your name: submit What is this?

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After showering, you walk back into your living room with your hair still damp, but thrown into a messy bun. Shawn is over, so the two of you are planning to have a lazy night in. Since he has some time off, you’re finally getting to spend time together. You walk into to the living room to find that Shawn isn’t there where you left him. You can hear voices coming from the hall leading to the front door. One of them you recognize immediately as Shawn’s of course, but the other one sounds familiar too, and you wonder who would be at the door. Shawn’s frame is blocking the entire doorway, so you can’t see who’s at the door, but when you get closer you can hear the other person speaking. “Can you tell her I’m sorry I didn’t call?” Your ex-boyfriend says to Shawn. As much as you want to know what the conversation is about and why he stopped by in the first place, you don’t really want to walk into a conversation between your ex and your current boyfriend, so you stop and backtrack before either of them see you.

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anonymous asked:

yo,.... lena getting taken by cadmus and kara just like tearing thru the place because she's so worried and lena kissing kara when they're back in the deo because she wouldn't stop babbling about how worried she was etc

you rly should blame @luthoring for what i’m abt to do

anyways! imagine this:

lena is kidnapped on what’s their standing date night.

kara talked with j'onn so he could look out after the city for this night, bc it was a special night. kara herself was too busy flying from one place to the other, organizing everything and buying the things she forgot for their date, as she was the one organizing everything.

lena’s last meeting of the day should finish at 7pm and she was supposed to be home early for their date.

except she doesn’t show up.

when it’s around 8pm and lena still hasn’t shown up, hasn’t answered any of her texts or called back, kara starts to get concerned. she tries to tell herself lena is just busy, hasn’t finished her meeting yet, and she shouldn’t get worried bc there’s nothing wrong. either way, she stills calls jess to ask if lena will take too long to finish, bc she doesn’t want the food to get cold.

jess is confused, tells her lena left the office even earlier than planned bc she wanted to surprise kara.

at this point, kara is already beyond concerned and frustrated. she tries to expand her senses, tries to locate lena, all the while sending text after text, only stopping to call her - only for all calls to go straight to voicemail.

when she isn’t able to locate lena and doesn’t manage to get in contact with her, she quickly changes into her supergirl suit and flies to the deo to see if they know what happened.

she’s halfway there when alex’s voice comes through the comlink, asking her where she is and telling her to come to the deo because they have an emergency

she can hear it in alex’s voice, in the way it’s carefully controlled, that she won’t like what’s happening and her breath catches in her throat and her heart twists painfully because the only thing she can think about is lena

she arrives at the deo, hurrying to her sister’s side and not even stopping to smile or wave at the agents she passes, as she usually does.

she knows the situation is really bad when the first thing alex does is squeeze her shoulder and say, more a warning than anything, “don’t freak out”

she doesn’t noticed how her fists clench when they tell her lena has been kidnapped by cadmus, show her the video they streamed of lena, tied to a chair, blood running down her face. she doesn’t notice the snarl on her lips or the narrowing of her eyes until alex is tightening the hand on her shoulder and calling her name in that sharp tone of hers.

winn is working himself on the ground trying to locate them and j'onn stands near by, offering support in his own way, while barking orders to the agents forming the strike/rescue team

she takes a deep breath, stills herself to the best of her abilities and waits, fighting the urge to fly in search of lena herself, knowing she won’t find anything

as soon as winn shouts “i found it! i found them!” and points the location on the map on the computer, she’s out of the deo, moving as fast as she can and ignoring the shouts of “supergirl!” and people telling her to wait

she arrives at the warehouse and makes quick work of the entrance, tearing through everything on her way, knocking out anyone trying to stop her and breaking weapons in pieces

it’s only when she comes across the room they’re holding lena in that she slows down, tries to calm herself

she realizes something is wrong when her knees weaken and give away beneath her, feels suddenly nauseous and hears a man laugh. she notices the kryptonite in his hands when h steps closer, bending down so he can be eye level with her.

“well well well, supergirl. we all thought you weren’t going to show up at this point. poor young miss luthor had to be gagged while we waited for you”

she feels hot red rage at this point, harder than she ever felt. she briefly considers that it was a bad idea to come alone, that maybe she should have waited for the others, but it’s soon gone when the man goes on to tell her this is a surprise gift from lillian. after all, what better way to get back at her daughter and get rid of the aliens at the same time than using lena as a bait then finished off both her and her precious hero at the same time?

she tries to fight despite her weakened state, but can barely move anymore with the amount of kryptonite near her.

she listens to the man’s monologue, has nothing she can do and she starts to lose hope. her eyes meet lena’s across the room and she see the fear and desperation in lena’s eyes.

it’s at this point that j'onn comes flying in, knocking the man into a wall and putting the kryptonite back in the lead box. the deo agents come closely behind, their shouts of “clear” and some of “what happened here” being heard before they even appear in her line of vision

as soon as she starts feeling a it better, she gets up and shakily makes her way to where an agente is freeing lena of her bounds

she takes over them, freeing her faster than humanly possible. as soon as lena is free, she takes her into her arms, not even mending everyone else in the room

she hugs as tight as she knows she can without hurting lena, repeating “i love you"s and “i’m glad we found you” and “rao, i was so worried” in between breaths and while listening to lena’s heartbeat, to assure herself she’s really alive

it’s when lena untangles herself from her and moves back just enough they can look face to face that she stops talking

when lena smiles that soft and beautiful smile of hers, reserved just for kara, she can feel herself truly relaxing for the first time since the start of the night

and it’s when lena says “and i’m glad you’re alright, i love you” and kisses her that she feels her at peace and at home.

anonymous asked:

Also, I liked the way they reenacted the fanart in the first clip in the first episode. But they're continuing to try to please the evak shippers and I feel like they're sometimes planning sanas story to fit what people want to see if Evak. I don't know if that's me being grumpy but ://

hey lovie! hmm, I don’t really see that, to be honest. Isak and Even have been in very few clips, and she needed to end up in Isak’s apartment anyway. I feel like it would be weirder if Even wouldn’t have been there.

thing is, people who have only watched parts of season three in real time are very used to the character almost living in a vacuum and take this as the skam way, so to speak. during Isak’s season, nobody else seemed to have any problems, just him. if characters did struggle, such as Noora with William, it was only very, very briefly mentioned to help Isak’s story move along. and while I get this being nice for many people, there’d already been two season before that in which the exact opposite had happened. the struggles of so many of the other characters were shown during both Noora’s and Eva’s season, which to me seems much more realistic. people talk to each other, they live lives outside of the main character’s one, they are who they are even if it doesn’t help the story of the main character, and that’s what’s happening here now.

Even and Isak are together. they live together, they’re going to discuss who has to do the laundry and who has to buy the bread, because that’s what couples do. it all seems very natural and organic to me and to call the healthy portrayal of a relationship between two boys, one of which is mentally ill, fan service, seems like a disservice to so many of the people who take strength, courage and inspiration from their story.

I love thinking about Oliver and Thea’s relationship in light of their age difference. 

Little nine-year-old Oliver. He’s not quite an only child (despite what people think) because he and Tommy have been brothers for years, especially since Tommy’s mother died. Now Tommy practically lives with them.  Tommy’s actually with Oliver when he’s told the news that he’s going to have a new little sister. 

Ten-year-old Oliver, sitting on the big couch in one of the sitting room’s in the mansion, carefully holding his baby sister on his lap, staring in awe at the tiny little person. Around him he senses the tension in the adults. Senses something’s off. When they step out of the room, his parents aren’t quite as happy as they should be. It all softens around Baby Thea, but it still seems connected to her somehow. And from it Oliver feels a strong need to protect his tiny sister. Tommy comes over to play but before going anywhere he’s sat down on the couch alongside Oliver and given Thea to hold. 

Twelve-year-old Oliver, holding onto 2-year-old Thea’s pudgy little hands as she takes tottering steps down the halls of Queen Mansion. And when she begins to talk, the way she can’t quite form the L’s in his name so she just forms her own garbled version of his name. Tommy joining in trying to teach her to say his name. 

Fifteen-year-old Oliver coming home from high school, in trouble for failing a few of his classes and for ditching school with some new girl. But his scowl melts away when five-year-old Thea comes running out of her room, wearing a plastic tiara, cowboy boots and their mother’s necklace, wanting to play. She chases him around the upper halls of the mansion. He lets her catch him and calls her Speedy. Tommy arrives to sneak him off to some party, but before they go, Tommy gives Thea a piggy-back ride up and down the hall. 

Seventeen-year-old Oliver, nursing a hangover, avoiding a girl whose name he can’t remember, hoping his parents don’t find out about the incident with the cop, staying home to babysit seven-year-old Thea so that Raisa can leave despite his parents not being home yet. They sit on the couch and watch the Princess Diaries, while Thea insists that the character’s name is “Thea” not “Mia” and Oliver assures her that she is really a princess. 

Eighteen-year-old Oliver leaving for college and eight-year-old Thea crying and asking him not to go before running off to sulk in her room. Tommy takes her to ice-cream the next day to make her feel better. A few months later, when Oliver returns home, Thea’s excitement almost makes him feel better about being kicked out. 

Eleven-year-old Thea telling twenty-one-year-old Oliver that everything will be alright as he gets ready to go to court for attacking a paparazzi. Tommy overhearing and telling him that Thea knows best and he should listen to her. 

Twenty-two-year-old Oliver kicked out of another school, still reeling from what happened with Samantha and the child they lost, panicking in response to the pressure from Laurel, texting Sara things he knows he shouldn’t gearing up to ask her to do the unthinkable, pushing all that aside for a little while because twelve-year-old Thea wants to tell him about her day and the plans she’s making with her friends and the boy she thinks is cute and Oliver for just a little while feeling calm and happy sitting on the arm of a chair in her room listening to her. 

Twelve-year-old Thea sitting in her room, staring at a wall trying to process the fact that her dad and brother are dead. Tommy takes her to ice-cream like he used to. There she breaks down and sobs and he hugs her and cries too. 

Seventeen-year-old Thea learning that her big brother is alive and believing for a little bit that everything that’s been broken for so long will be fixed when he gets home. She calls Tommy and they laugh and cry together on the phone. 

Twenty-seven-year-old Oliver coming home and finding that seventeen-year-old Thea is everything that broke him before the Island and wanting to help, to fix her, but unable to reach out because he feels he is so far past broken. How can he let hands with so much blood on them go anywhere near his baby sister? He tries but he can’t talk to her and she can’t talk to him because they’ve entered different worlds. Her big brother is still dead and his little sister is still lost to him. 

Thirty-year-old Oliver watching his dying sister, doing everything he can to help her and thinking about everything she’s never had. The father, the mother and the brother that she lost. The college she never went to. The career she didn’t build. The boyfriend who was forced to leave. The pain she went through, the darkness she let into herself. All because he came back into her life four years ago. Since she was born he wanted to protect her, but now he sees how much he failed, how much he dragged her down with him.

Thirty-two-year old Oliver seeing his baby sister grown up, letting herself heal, rediscovering her family ties. A warrior who isn’t trapped in battle. A capable woman in any career she chooses. Twenty-two, the age he was when his life fell apart but she’s just heading into the best part of hers. And she sees him, her big brother restored- a leader, a warrior, a hero- everything he was to her when she was little now for all the world to see. 

anonymous asked:

Most original Dramione stories you've ever read. I'm talking the ones with a unique premise or twist you didn't see coming. Something that isn't usual in this fandom. Can be dark, fluffy, romantic. Whatever. I just want to read something that is like, WOW THAT'S DIFFERENT!

Well, here are some I can think of off the top of my head. I’m only posting the stories that are completed, not the WIPs (there are SO MANY good WIPs out there!):

A Killing Grace by Savage Midnight - Rated: M - 5 Chapters (COMPLETE) - In the midst of war, two enemies fight on common ground to bring the blood bath to an end. Hate and prejudice are flung aside, boundaries are broken, and the inevitable sacrifices are made.

A Kind and Generous Man by AnneM.Oliver - Rated: M - 30 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Regency era Dramione. Though he appeared as a highwayman, she thought he was a kind & generous man. Once the mask was removed, could she love him as he really was, or was he to hide behind his ‘mask’ forever. A story of manners, deception & love. 

Black Rose by Dawn-Of-Indescribable-Colors - Rated: M - 1 Chapter (COMPLETE) - Draco is falling in love with Hermione, his Ministry co-worker, who hates his guts. However, he is also engaged in a passionate sexual relationship with Black Rose, a beautiful dancer in a sinful wizarding nightclub, but the gorgeous witch always keeps her carnival mask on when they are together…

Cake and Other Curses by AkashaTheKitty - Rated: MA - 10 Chapters (COMPLETE) -  Hermione is far too fond of cake and all but attached to Harry at the hip. Generally, it’s working out for her, but lately Draco has been annoying her to death by mocking her weight and her relationship with Harry. One day she spots some logic in his claims that she and Harry ought to be more than friends. Uncertain how to proceed, she agrees when Draco volunteers to help. This turns out to get very confusing very fast, as Hermione finds herself becoming attracted to the wrong person…

Decomposition Of The Soul by hiddenhibernian - Rated: T - 3 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Not all prisoners serve out their sentence in Azkaban. Some are sent to the Department of Mysteries, and their fate is one of the most closely guarded secrets of the wizarding world. Unfortunately, Draco is about to find out just how far Hermione Granger is willing to go for the greater good.

Doll by Captainraychill - Rated: MA (NC-17) - 2 Chapters (COMPLETE) -  “I’d adored my doll at first sight because, though she appeared to be pure, she was really a creature of sex. Her lips were plump and painted to appear wet. Her eyes were corrupt beneath her lush lashes. Her steady, sober gaze told me that she knew her only purpose was to be used by me and that she had accepted this.”

Eyes Open by Day Met the Night - Rated: T - 1 Chapter (COMPLETE) - “He’s let the envelope fall into his palm. If she’s surprised, she doesn’t show it. ‘You know the rules, don’t you’ 'Only for when I’m at my lowest point,’ he says. 'And after I open it, I go straight to you.’” Ten years later, and he’s falling in love with her.

Forever Kind of Valentine by Avari20 - Rated: T - 1 Chapter (COMPLETE) - Draco’s plans for ignoring the most hated holiday of the year are put on hold by the God of Love himself. It’s either win or kiss dating goodbye. What’s a cynic to do?

Fortuna Major by olivieblake - Rated: M - 6 Chapters (COMPLETE) - She’s with Ron, he’s with Astoria, and nothing a cheap psychic on the Venice Boardwalk says is going to change that. Or will it?

His Beautiful, Haunting Eyes by thecellarfloor - Rated: M - 14 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Draco pushed her to the wall, kissed her roughly on the lips, then punched the glass window beside her head. It smashed into pieces and the crowd who had parted for him seconds ago gasped. Hermione couldn’t. She couldn’t even breathe. What have you done?

In Their Garden by Lady Cailan - Rated: K+ - 1 Chapter (COMPLETE) - A flowerpot sits on her windowsill and each night a new flower grows. Hermione uses her memories to cope with life after Draco is affected by a curse gone bad.

Lady of the Lake by Colubrina - Rated: M - 50 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Hermione and Draco team up after the war to overthrow the Order and take over wizarding Britain. “I don’t even especially mind belonging to you most of the time,” he closes his eyes and just breathes for a bit, savoring not being in pain. Finally he adds, “Just… try to take better care of your toys.”

Life After Grief by Mel88 - Rated: M - 5 Chapters (COMPLETE) - The Collier’s Virus is highly contagious, magically virulent, and always fatal. Junior Healers Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are called in to help find a cure before the virus claims another life. If they can.

Only a Pretense by WickedlyAwesomeMe - Rated: T - 42 Chapters (COMPLETE) - In order to save her parents, Hermione Granger had to give up everything, even her identity… and femininity.

Presque Toujours Pur by ShayaLonnie - Rated: M - 38 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Bellatrix’s torture of Hermione uncovers a long-kept secret. The young witch learns her true origins in a story that shows the beginning and end of the Wizarding wars as Hermione learns about her biological father and the blood magic he dabbled in that will control her future.

Questions of Science by: Countess of Abe - Rated: M - 18 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Hermione is living a content life working at St. Mungo’s when an unexpected assignment from the chief of medicine sends her to the home of Draco Malfoy. What will happen to the pragmatic brunette as she explores what science cannot answer?

Randy Man’s Playbook by BittyBlueEyes - Rated: M - 25 Chapters (COMPLETE) - A very unique book finds its way to the hands of Draco Malfoy - A book that, if utilized well, could help him fulfill his fantasies. 

Redemption by anondracomalfoy - Rated: M - 23 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Hermione works at St. Mungos, and the fourth floor has recently made a discovery and inadvertently retrieved her biggest regret-her lost and seemingly Obliviated husband, Draco Malfoy. Draco is forced to return to her, and strange things begin to occur.

Static by galfoy - Rated: M - 21 Chapters (COMPLETE) - The Order rescued Draco and Lucius Malfoy after Lord Voldemort turned on them. All the safe houses are full, and Hermione Granger is the only one who can take them in. Will she agree after having suffered a drastic nervous breakdown?

The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae - Rated: M - 15 Chapters (COMPLETE) - The Ministry takes action against the remaining prejudice in the wizarding society and asks Hermione for help. “What do you want? Money? Power? Name your price, Granger. I’m not about to let pride get in my way when an Azkaban sentence is on the line.” 

The Queen’s Knight by cleotheo - Rated: M - 29 Chapters (COMPLETE) - There’s a new craze in the wizarding world: Immersion Books. When Harry and Ron buy one for Hermione’s birthday she finds herself immersed in a medieval world where a certain blond Slytherin has been cast as her lover.

Troy by Twilight to Midnight - Rated: M - 3 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Draco loved this woman. Draco worshipped this woman. Draco would do nothing short of destroying the legendary city of Troy to have her, to hold her, to possess her as his own, forever and a day. AU. Warning: Dark Draco and questionable consent.

Unspoken Rules Should Be Broken by CelticSass - Rated: M - 3 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Blaise, Hermione, and Draco shared a relationship, now Blaise is dead, and Hermione and Draco are confused as to where they stand with one another.

Utterly Despicable by camnz - Rated: M - 24 Chapters (COMPLETE) - The death of both Voldemort and Harry Potter let the pureblood elite build the world they wanted. One that leaves Hermione in a vulnerable state, which Draco Malfoy is prepared to take full advantage of.

When He Was Wicked by LadyStiff - Rated: M - 14 Chapters (COMPLETE) - When Hermione mistakenly makes a wish for Draco Malfoy to love her, she never in a million years believed it would actually come true. But when the wish doesn’t turn out as expected, will she lose Draco forever?

When The Butterflies Fly Home by AuroraAustralice - Rated: M - 45 Chapters (COMPLETE) - Commander Draconis Malfoy of Caesars Roman Army has set out to conquer the northern part of Briton. Hermione Granger has been brought up with respect and always been given an equal status as the men in her village. Unknown to her, her father stirs up the rebellion against the Roman e had never experienced harshness and cruelty before but now as a slave that is all she sees.

I’ve got so many more, but have to start getting ready for my day, so must go. Maybe others can add to the list?

XOXO,

- RZZMG


Edit: If I may, I thought this was very unique, IT MAY SCAR YOU FOR LIFE but it is good:

Fragments by Jane - M, 50 Chapters - “Last night, she told me about you. I know how you met, how you hated, how you loved.”

- Lisa

anonymous asked:

Can you do nsfw headcanons of the Haikyuu Captain's S/O giving them a lap dance or twerking for them? (Hope this makes scenes. I didn't really know how to word it)

This is a wonderful idea. Thanks for sending in the request.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Haikyuu or the characters.

Pairings: Sawamura x Reader, Kuroo x Reader, Bokuto x Reader, Oikawa x Reader, Futakuchi x Reader, Ushijima x Reader, Terushima x Reader, Nakashima x Reader

Warnings: NSFW


Sawamura:

  • Was forced to do it
  • (S/O) lost a bet with Kuroo and Bokuto
  • ACTUALLY WORE A THONG
  • Tied Daichi to a chair
  • For some reason, purchased a stripper pole
  • Looked like a pro but was internally freaking out
  • DAMN his (S/O)’s hips know how to work
  • Almost had Daichi cumming just from dry humping
  • Be prepared for rough fucking the whole night

Kuroo:

  • FUCKING PRO
  • LIKE WTF??
  • Sexy thong
  • Leopard print thong
  • Kitten ears headband
  • Wouldn’t let Kuroo touch himself
  • Tied Kuroo up when actually fucking
  • Orgasm denial, oh my fucking hell
  • Lasted all fucking night
  • ALL NIGHT
  • (S/O) actually wasn’t able to walk the next day
  • Kuroo was actually great at the sex aftercare

Bokuto:

  • He decided that owl briefs were the best thing to wear
  • Dumped water over his body to look sexy but the water turned out to be too hot 
  • Almost fucking burned himself
  • But still continued because his amazing (S/O) deserved a night of sex
  • (S/O) ended up being the one giving him a lap dance
  • (S/O) wore his jersey
  • He actually did no work because his (S/O) wanted to be tops
  • Fell asleep after only an hour and a half
  • Post-sex cuddling

Oikawa:

  • Oikawa actually gave the lap dance
  • Makki told him that it he gave his (S/O) a lap dance he’d give him the shirt he wanted
  • Oikawa actually agreed
  • But ended up forgetting the bet halfway through
  • (S/O) is actually dominant
  • Had Oikawa begging
  • OIKAWA WAS BEGGING
  • Not rough sex
  • Pretty surprising because you’d think that his pretty setter hands would love to leave bruises on his (S/O)’s thighs
  • Slow sex
  • Passionate sex
  • Practically making love
  • He proposed the next day

Futakuchi:

  • This bitch deserves teasing
  • On the kitchen floor
  • Then on the hallway floor
  • Then the stairs
  • Never actually made it to the bedroom
  • (S/O) tied his wrists to the door
  • He actually came twice from dry humping
  • Escalated to bath sex
  • The bathroom overflowed
  • Save the sex for next time

Ushijima:

  • Was not amused
  • Stopped his (S/O)’s plans of a lap dance
  • Straight to sex
  • Actually ripped his (S/O)’s undergarments
  • Has a big daddy kink
  • Has a big spanking kink
  • Put those two together
  • The whole night was full of tears of pleasure and pain
  • Apologized for being so rough the next morning
  • Gave his (S/O) a massage

Terushima:

  • His (S/O) set up the entire room with candles and the lights dimmed
  • Jazz music and rose petals
  • And then automatically handcuffed him to the bedpost
  • Immediately hard
  • Has a bondage kink
  • Has a daddy kink
  • Has too many kinks to count
  • This fucker probably came around three times
  • From dry humping
  • Rough sex
  • He somehow manages to free himself from the handcuffs
  • Had his (S/O) pinned to the ground in no time
  • Neighbors were actually complaining
  • Loves giving hickeys
  • Loves getting hickeys
  • Loves showing off hickeys
  • Teasing
  • So many positions
  • So many orgasms
  • Both fell asleep on the floor from exhaustion

Nakashima:

  • Takeru would probably be all flustered
  • Locks himself in the bathroom
  • Comes out only to see a dejected (S/O)
  • Ended up cuddling because this bitch is too nervous for anything
  • Sweaty hands

Thanks for sending in the request!

-Admin Ella

baronessblixen  asked:

Don't know if it sparks anything but I'd love to read Mulder and Scully locked in a room together and it's either hot and they have to take off clothes or really cold like in that one Castle episode? Consider this is a prompt 😄

this story was heavily inspired by the freezer scene in castle 3x17: countdown (writ. andrew marlowe), although the circumstances are different. both contain cuddling in a freezer and talking, though.


“Why is it always fucking freezing,” Scully mutters furiously, her voice slowed by the cold.

“Because we’re unlucky like that,” Mulder mumbles, and she chuffs a laugh into his neck, her breath ballooning out in a white cloud. They’re curled around each other in an attempt to conserve warmth. He’s clutching her cold hand in both of his, his thumb against her pulse. He wants to feel her life. (The space between beats is slowing, and that scares him more than anything.)

“Too bad we don’t have sleeping bags,” he tries to joke with her, but the tone is all wrong, slow and muddled by the cold. They are dying, slowly, freezing to death. Just another close call they’ve had in as many months. Scully is barely out of the hospital from her injury in New York, she hardly deserves this. They both deserve a break.

“Too bad we don’t have jackets,” Scully says. “Too bad we’re not out of here and chasing down our suspect.”

“Scully, I’m sorry,” he says. And he is - it’s his fault, he’s the one who suggested they search the warehouse. Chasing one man and finding three. It’d been easy, even with their training, for the two of them to be overpowered and locked in a giant freezer. (They’d just threatened the other to get them to cooperate. They’d figured out how to break them in three minutes flat.)

And now here they are. Trapped in a freezer with no heavy clothes and no way out. They lost their guns. After about fifteen minutes of banging and yelling and picking at the lock until their knuckles and fingertips were bruised, Scully suggested they huddle together to conserve warmth. They were actually on a task force this time, and someone was bound to notice them missing sooner or later. So they’re waiting. That’s all they can do. Antarctica all over again. 

Scully sighs. “It’s not your fault.” Her free arm wraps hard around his waist and he hugs her closer. “This is just my luck, though,” she slurs, bitterness coming through even in her cold-muddled tone. “First case after my medical leave and I get locked in a f-f-freezer.”

“Scully, hey. Scully.” Her pulse is still under his fingers. He presses his face into her hair. “We’re gonna get out of this,” he says, clenching his jaw so his teeth don’t chatter. “We always do. We survived Antarctica, didn’t we?”

Scully laughs faintly. “I don’t know how the fuck we did.” She balls her fist into his suit jacket. “I was weak, you were unconscious, we were literally in the middle of nowhere…”

“Luck. Faith. Whatever you want to call it.” His voice is starting to slow, starting to rasp. “We always get out of this stuff.”

“Mmm.” She’s silent for a minute. He tugs her closer, kissing the top of her head. Feels her pulse. They’ll come, he tells herself. And then Scully speaks again, slowly: “I almost miss Antarctica at this point.”

He chuffs out a laugh. “Not me. That was terrifying.”

“Coming in to rescue me with no visible plan of how to get out?”

“Losing you,” he clarifies. She doesn’t say anything, so he clarifies further. “When I thought you were going to Utah… and then the paramedics took you away because the bee stung you and they…”

“The bee,” Scully murmurs. Her hand loosens its hold on his jacket and he’s briefly terrified of what it means - whether she’s pulling away from him emotionally or just fading away in general. “You never talk about the bee.”

They’ve talked about the bee about a hundred times since last summer, trying to figure out the virus it carried. “Scully, what-” he starts in confusion.

“You never talk about what the bee stopped.” Puffs of cold air come out of his mouth as it hangs open in confusion. Scully is shivering as she pulls away sluggishly to look him in the eye. “The kiss,” she explains. “You n-n-never mention it.”

He cups her cheek to try and warm her up, but there is no warmth in this place. “Scully, I told you I loved you.” He always thought she understood that, always thought she’d taken the easy way out…

“Drugged,” she mumbles. “And that was m-m-months later. Afterwards, you never…" 

“I was s-s-scared to talk to you about it.” There’s so much he’d like to do in this moment if it weren’t for the fact that they are freezing to death. “I didn’t know how you f-f-felt.”

Scully looks at him. Her gaze is muted but still fully there. Her eyelashes are dotted with white. She scoots closer, hugging him tightly as she tucks her head into his shoulder. “God, Mulder,” she murmurs. “We’re idiots. W-w-we have terrible timing.”

He brushes his fingers over her hair. It’s full of ice crystals as well. “W-w-what…”

“I wish we’d had this talk months ago,” Scully mumbles. Her grip loosens slightly on his jacket. “W-w-we could’ve had some time… instead of doing it while we were…. s-s-slowly freezing…”

“So you…” he starts, but he’s unable to complete the sentence. (God, if he’d known…)

“I do,” she slurs, her nose brushing his shoulder. Her words trail off slowly, quieting at the end like they’ve been sanded smooth. And then the effort to talk seems too great. 

He holds her. Their hearts beat. Things start to fade away. 

Hospital lights blurry above him. He sits up, panicked, blanket falling into his lap. “What-”

“Sir, please settle down…” a nurse is telling him. 

“What happened?”

“Your fellow agents found you and Agent Scully, you have hypothermia, you’re mostly rewarmed at this point but…”

“Where’s Scully?” He shoves at the blankets and tries to stand, heading for the door of the room. 

“Your partner is in another room… sir, please calm down…”

“Scully!” he shouts. His motions are clumsy, he still feels numb all over, but he has to find her. “Scully!”

“Sir…”

She appears at the door, blanket wrapped around her shoulders. “Calm down, Mulder, I’m fine,” she says quickly, holding up a hand. Addressing the nurse, she adds, “I’ll stay in here, if you don’t mind,” in a tone too firm to argue with. The nurse nods, reluctantly, and steps aside to let her in. She sits beside him on the bed, taking his hand in hers. The nurse instructs them both to relax and not move around too much. It’s not a severe case, but they want to monitor them for a while. Scully nods. The man informs them that he’s going to get them something hot to drink and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Mulder rubs her fingers with his, overwhelmed. It seems like the worst of everything has already passed, but he is still scared. The panic always takes a while to fade. He hates almost-dying slow like that, hates having to watch it. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She squeezes his hand. “You?”

“Okay.” He pulls her hand up and kisses the back of it in relief. Her forehead furrows and she pulls her hand out of his. Something inside him thunks. 

But the next thing he knows, she is leaning across the space between them and cupping her face in his. She kisses him briefly. It feels like the first, the most, heat between them. “Unfinished business,” she says, pulling back, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. He smiles.

Getting all As all the time?

I know that I kind of already talked about this in my overrated first year advice post but I seriously want to put this message out there again. 

You do not need to get all As on every assignment for every class. 

I don’t even know how that would be possible, without putting yourself under unbelievable amounts of stress. 

I see these posts specifically targeted at high school students, which is even more problematic in my mind. High school should not be a time when you study for hours every day without doing much else. High school isn’t all about resume building, but also about having fun and making friends and good memories. There are a few reasons that I specifically think this idea is bad: 

  1. Universities don’t necessarily require you to have all As. A lot of universities don’t even look at your grades until certain years, or only look at certain classes. If you’re in grade 9, you should focus on building study skills while having fun, rather than living to make all As. Also, showing that you got a bad mark in grade 11 and then bumped it up to a much better one in grade 12 looks great on an application just as much as all As does. 
  2. If you are aiming for extremely prestigious schools, you need more than grades. If making straight As is your goal because you want to go to Harvard, you also need to have some extra-curriculars and other things on your resume. I don’t know how many stories I’ve read over the years of people who had a 4.0 and didn’t get in because all they did was school, while others will a 3.5 got in based on their amazing resume.
  3. Telling students that they should not settle for anything less than an A tells them that studying needs to be their top priority always. When I was in high school (even grade 9), one of my main priorities was work. Other people want to focus on sports, that they probably won’t be able to play in university. Some people need to focus on hobbies that cultivate their mind and make them happy, rather than putting so much pressure to get all As. I think it is a very privileged viewpoint, in a way, to say that school needs to come before anything else. Only certain people can afford to think that way. 
  4. If you settle for nothing less than all As in high school, university might hit you like a ton of bricks. I don’t know very many people who got all As in their first semester of uni. I don’t know anyone who got all As on all of their assignments. I know some people who didn’t get a single A. At my school, when you hand in an essay, an A means it is perfect and has absolutely no flaws to speak of, so your chances of getting an A are no so high in first year. I had on TA who refused to give out As on any assignment. If your assignment was perfect, you got an 80, which is a B. 

Very literally, a C is average. It is the middle of the range of marks you can get. A is not average. 

I am in no way telling high school students or students in general that they shouldn’t strive for good marks. Or that they shouldn’t consider their education as a gift, and work hard for it. And I understand that for some kids, their parents tell them that they need to get all As and are under immense pressure at home to do so. But telling people that anything less than an A is unacceptable and that their top priority in life should be making straight As all the time, to no end? I do not support that. 

[TRANS] BTS Japan Official Fanclub Magazine - Suga’s Biography

A mischievous kid growing up into a boy who enjoys reading 

I was born in Daegu in the South, the third biggest city of Korean, and grew up there until I came up to Seoul. When I was young, I was pretty much an ordinary kid. I loved playing around so my kindergarten teacher didn’t seem to like me. (laughs) I remember being scolded “It’s dangerous!” a lot. I also loved sports and was good at running, to the point of being picked as a relay runner from elementary school all the way up to high school. When it comes to studying, I’m slightly above average. 

I used to love playing outside with friends back then, but I changed as I grew up. Even when we went outside, it wasn’t like we did anything, we just gathered at the park. I wasn’t fond of that so many times I just stayed at home on weekends. My mother told me to go outside and meet my friends sometimes. (laughs) 

I had a thing for collecting, so I collected a lot of books when I was young. It was a time when I wanted to be a cultured man, wanted to pretend I know things too. Mature stuffs that didn’t suit my age or novels, poetry books, essays, newspapers,… I read everything regardless of genre. I don’t know why but up till middle school, I had the habit of reading books from the back page. I still read books sometimes now. My reading speed gets faster by reading multiple sentences at a time. 

Memories of first love from elementary school… I really don’t have any. Unlike Seoul, the provinces are conservative, and my school didn’t have that kind of atmosphere in which boys and girls talk to each other. If I was with a girl, I would become really shy and wouldn’t even say a word. 

The encounter with hip hop
Started composing in middle school 

I started to be interested in music in 5th year of elementary school, while watching the performance of “Stony Skunk”, Korean artists, on TV. It was the prime of ballad back then so if 18 teams perform on a music program, 10 would sing ballads, 5 would be idols and the other 3 would be other genres. They were one of those 3 teams. It was so cool how they were different from other singers. Up until then, I didn’t have any interest in music, but with Stony Skunk, I started listening to hip hop and reggae music, and was influenced by Epik High as well. MP3 player was starting to come out at that time, but I bought a Panasonic CD player and listened with that. 

Along with listening to music, I also started writing music at the same time. It wasn’t like someone told me to do it, I just had the thought of having to do so. I started writing rap lyrics in elementary school and started composing after I went to middle school. Back then, no one around me liked hiphop… It became extremely popular in Korea now but when I first started listening to it, hip hop was a genre once popular a long time ago. I think there probably wasn’t anyone on the streets who raps, except for me. If I rap at the karaoke room, it would just become some kind of sound to my friends. You know the moving hand gestures that are hip hop’s specialty? I was picked on for that too. 

Despite that, I still kept liking hip hop and in my 2nd year of middle school, I went on the stage for the first time at a festival. I performed Dynamic Duo’s “Go Back” with a friend. I didn’t like standing in front of people, but at that time, I only felt like I have to do it. I showed the rap that I practice too, although it wasn’t anything great. (laughs) 

 Actually in middle school, I wanted to go to an arts high school so I composed classical music. But the tuition was too expensive so I ended up just going to a regular high school. I told my father “I have done enough music now so I’ll study hard in high school” and went to that school, but of course I didn’t. (laughs) 

Full-fledged activities as a rapper after joining a crew in town 

Middle school years was when I composed music to satisfy myself only, on a hobby level. It was after I changed the MIDI software that I started full-fledgedly making music. In 1st year of high school, I showed my song to a person that was like a mentor to me, and he liked it a lot. I was introduced to a hip hop crew called “D-town” and joined. That song had the feeling of new-age music but had hip hop beats similar to Nujabes. For your information, the mentor that acknowledged me studied at Berklee College of Music and is currently working as a movie music director.

I think I started rapping properly after joining the crew. I have been rapping since elementary school, but since there wasn’t anyone who raps around me, I thought I was the best. (laughs) 

After that, I came to the Daegu underground scene, and from then, I also got to know that you can’t make a living out of music in the underground scene. Most of the hyungs who made music with me that time was about 10 years older than me, there were also people over 30. They worked part-time jobs and made music at the same time, but it seemed very hard. Even when performing live, it was already a huge deal to have 100 audiences, and I hated that fact. I thought “If I success, could I be the liaison of the underground scene?”. There are plenty of people who make good music in the underground scene, so I thought when I become famous, I want to create a better environment for them, I want to show their music to the world. 

Just then, I knew Big Hit was holding an audition in Daegu. I came there knowing nothing but that it was a company formed by composer Bang Shihyuk, but I was told that I was accepted the next day. I heard it later that when he saw me, he immediately thought of letting me pass. Even though I wasn’t good at rapping that time. (laughs) 

Coming up to Seoul after becoming a trainee
Different from first thought…!? 

I came to Seoul on November 7th, 2010, when I was in 2nd year of high school. I still remember it now. 

I joined to company not to rap, but to become a composer. So I thought I didn’t need to dance, and let people who are good at rapping rap, I just needed to follow the producer path. But it became a totally different thing. (laughs) At that time, rather than idols, the company was planning to create a group consisting of rappers, but that changed. The members were Rap Monster, J-hope and me. There were also Supreme Boy, i11even-hyung who is now active in the underground scene and Iron-hyung who made it to the finals of Show Me The Money 3. I think if we debut like that, despite being good at rapping, we would fail. (laughs) 

Rapper & producer
The future Suga thinks of as a goal 

My 4-year-older brother plays a very big role in letting me be able to walk on the music path like this. He started liking hip hop under my influence, but when I came to the audition, everyone in my family opposed it except for my brother. They didn’t view music activities nicely, even my relatives told me “What music for you, go study.” So I only showed my songs to him. He was the first person I informed that I passed the audition too. Our relationship is so good that we’re like friends. I basically don’t drink alcohol, but I drink it with him only. 

My family all support me now, of course. Even the relatives that told me to study ask for my signatures. (laughs) 

These days, I have thoughts about wanting to also be active as a producer. I have no greed of being in the center, I just want to make music. I don’t have interest towards the entertainment world too, everyone says they want to act, or to go on variety shows, but I don’t want to do those. (laughs) But still, the first thing is to make BTS get 1st place in Korea as well as Japan. And myself too, I want to be the best rapper, the best producer. I don’t know if it would take time, but I have to try.

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anonymous asked:

so like... what if keith had died infiltrating that galra base in the last s2 ep... and what if shiro didn't disappear. (i mean voltron is the key to their win so i guess they'd flee) what do u think would have happened?

aSDFGHJKLLL;FD   An ON,,,,   

i was not prepared for this ask bro lmao. ok but,,, really though: Shiro knew the risks. No one sugarcoated this. Kolivan literally called it a suicide mission, so Shiro was ready to face facts. As much as he clearly hates the thought of losing Keith, of letting him go ahead and sacrifice himself–he has to literally stop and close his eyes and compose himself for a moment–he knows they have limited options. Keith not making it was a very real possibility. Shiro had to accept that. 

And as for what his plan would be if Keith didn’t make it out well,, Shiro flat out tells Pidge there isn’t one

If Keith died, I completely believe there would’ve been no way to back up the plan and they would have to just get out and go. I imagine the paladins would react pretty similarly to how they did when Allura “died”–they would all kind of freeze up and break down, so Shiro would have to take charge and snap them out of it, convince them to keep going and concentrate on just surviving the fight. There will be time to mourn later, when they’re back at the castle and they don’t have to worry about anymore casualties. If they’re lucky, then they’ll escape with all the lions and just wormhole out; if they’re not, then Red will go autopilot and attack Zarkon’s fleet, rampaging like she did in BOM. In which case, the galra might recapture her. Just like before. 

The paladins would definitely be inconsolable for a while. Shiro puts up a brave face in front of them, holds them and listens to them when they need it. But as soon as he slips back into his own room, away from everyone else, he lets himself cry. And he just breaks down. Because all this time he thought it would be him. If anyone, he thought for sure he wouldn’t make it. But Keith always believed, always had such hope–and he looks at Shiro and saying things like It’s good to have you back, and My life would be a lot different without you. And Shiro chose Keith as his successor because he saw that hope, that fighting spirit. And he thought it would carry everyone else to victory long after he was gone. 

But now Keith’s dead and he’s not, and he’s not quite sure how to even process that. 

And I mean, no one else looked out during that fight and softly said Keith’s name like this

Losing Keith would hit them all hard alright. But I don’t think it’s a secret Shiro would be hurt the most. He’s the only one who knows Keith on such a close personal level. He would have to try to shoulder on though, to keep himself together for everyone else’s sake. I could see him being a lot quieter and more withdrawn though. And all the paladins are probably a lot more jaded and serious. Shiro will also have to find someone else to train as a future leader eventually. But I think it will be a while before he’s emotionally ready to commit to something like that again. 

The thing about Keith dying and Shiro disappearing though, is you can at least bring Shiro back. Dying is a little more permanent. But even still, we know of Voltron characters who have cheated death. Zarkon has unnaturally prolonged his life for 10,000 years. So, with enough quintessence and something resembling a body, provided you had a druid or two, I’m pretty sure you can get a zombie galra keith out of the deal if you wanted to. 

I don’t think Shiro would go crawling back to the witch who took his arm and beg for her to bring back his closest friend as a hollow shell of himself feeding off stolen life though. However, if Haggar were to resurrect Keith on her own and use him as a bargaining chip, well–I think that’s a different story. After all, she called Shiro their “greatest weapon.” She clearly poured a lot of time and resources into him and probably wants her investment back. I can see Shiro willingly turning himself in to save Keith. Especially considering how guilty he would probably feel over letting him suffer so much already. Not that it’s Shiro’s fault, but he would still feel responsible. 

And I mean, if the galra first captured the red lion back during the Altean war, then they’ve had her for a solid 10,000 years–and presumably, they haven’t found a pilot in all that time. Like, she’s really picky. So if they did recapture Red, then it just makes sense to bring back Keith and try to brainwash him if they could. What’s the use in keeping a lion if you don’t have anyone to pilot it? 

Plus, once the druids set to work and figure out he’s galra, I’m sure that will give them even more incentive. Zarkon said Keith fought like one and he meant it as a compliment; he’s always talking about returning the lions to the empire where they belong. I think in his mind, leaving the red lion with a galra (albeit only a half-blooded one) would be just fine. So long as they made sure he was loyal.

Of course, this is really just veering more into personal headcannon territory lmao. On the paladins’ end I think the basic goal would stay the same–find a new fifth pilot and figure out how to form Voltron. You just have to replace Keith instead of Shiro. I assume Lance would still switch to Red and Allura to blue, and they’d just work with Shiro still piloting Black. 

BTS as Your Valentine❤️️

SEOKJIN:

You would be so spoiled by him omg. He’d buy you lots of roses and have a full day of events all planned out. Expect a 5-course dinner from Chef Jin himself! Plus, don’t forget about the Valentine’s edition of DAD JOKES. He just wants to make sure you know he’s the best you’ve ever had. 

Originally posted by vmon

YOONGI:

He wouldn’t even acknowledge the fact that it’s Valentine’s Day, but he’d still put a lot of effort into making your day EXTRA special. He’d invite you to his studio while he works and the two of you would grab coffee afterwards on the way home. And when you least expect it, BOOM. A Yoongi backhug, equipped with neck kisses!

Originally posted by sugagifs

HOSEOK:

Imagine a Valentine’s night out with him! Holding hands and walking wherever your legs take you. He’d be such a gentleman, but at the same time, there’d be lots of flirty teasing from this one. Eventually, the two of you would end up in an unknown place because y’alls were too busy distracting each other. But you’d feel safe anywhere with Hoseok by your side!

Originally posted by hobisu

NAMJOON:

He’d bring you to a very romantic setting– like the beach (at sunset of course)! Once you settle in, you’d have some deep-talk time, but also time when no words are needed. You best believe there’d be lots of kissing!!

Originally posted by jeonggu

JIMIN:

CUDDLES AT HOME WITH THE CUDDLE KING HIMSELF. There’d be moments when you just stare at him until he makes you giggle, which would make him laugh as well. And once Jimin gets the giggles, y’alls know he doesn’t stop lol. His eyesmile would come out and steal your heart for good!

Originally posted by booptae

TAEHYUNG:

He would ask you what you want to do and happily say yes to whatever it is. Even if you chose to do the most boring thing, Tae would find a way to make it fun and exciting. He’d keep you laughing and smiling throughout the entire day!

Originally posted by jeonsshi

JUNGKOOK:

Prior to Valentine’s Day, he would be asking the other members for advice, and they’d tell him to do all these cheesy things like having a fancy dinner together or something. And he’d be like super stressed out about it, trying to make everything perfect. But in the end, he would opt to invite you to watch anime with him or take you bowling! #nochu will come thru~

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 29

Simon

Technically, I might have cheated a bit.  Then again, we never clearly laid out any rules.  We never actually decided that each player had to wait until the next day to lay their trap, it was just sort of understood.  So if I made preparations the night before, I would say that it’s completely fair.  After all, how can you break a rule if none were ever written?

           When Baz gets up before me to use the shower, I hide my grin under my blankets.

           I dress as the water runs.  

           I take the planned precautions and double-check that I’ve remembered to wear my necklace.

           When the water shuts off, I take my position, sitting on my bed with my back against my pillow, waiting.  The picture of calm, even though I’m buzzing with anticipation.

           I count down in my head as I hear the curtain slide back.

           Three, two, one…

           “SNOW!”

           Zero.

           “Problem, Baz?”

           “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

           “I should think it would be obvious.”

           “YOU’D BETTER START RUNNING, SNOW!”

           I don’t move.  I stay exactly where I am and straighten out a crease in my shirt. Crowley, I’m starting to act like him.

           There’s a steady stream of cursing from the other side of the door.  Normal cursing, not magical cursing, though he sounds angry enough to curse me right off the school grounds.

           When he cracks the door open, he doesn’t lean around to look at me.  

           “Oh, come on,” I tell him, “get it over with.”

           He takes a step forward and emerges, wearing only a towel around his waist, half of his body hidden behind the door.  Part of my brain registers the fact that I’ve never seen him with this little clothing on, but I’m very much distracted by his hair.  It’s slicked back with shower water, a few strands hanging in front of his eyes, and it’s blond.  Yellow-blond.

           A smirk takes control of my face.  “Well, that clearly worked, then.”

           “Do you have any idea how bloody dead you are.”

           “Could you hurry up in there?  I’d like to use the bathroom.  Oh, and it’s your move.”

           He slams the door in my face and I bury my laughter in my pillow.

           He takes an exaggeratedly long time to get ready, probably to spite me, or maybe he’s busy trying to magic the bleach out of his hair.  Trixie told me it was extra-long lasting, but it is only Normal bleach with no magical properties.  Maybe I did charm it to be a bit stronger, but he could probably magic his hair back to normal if he tried long enough.  I just wait on my bed, studying my nails casually like I assume he does when he’s tormenting me.

           When Baz finally reappears in the doorway, he’s fully clothed and his hair is still blond, but it’s different now.  It’s dry, and instead of yellow his hair is a soft white. He hasn’t slicked it back like he usually does, just lets it fall around his face like snowflakes.

           His skin is so pale that white-blond hair shouldn’t look good on him.

           But it does.

           It’s light and soft and it makes his heavy gray eyes look gentle, even though he’s currently using them to shoot daggers at me. It’s striking against the green of his uniform, and it’s like he’s turned from a vampire into a wood elf, tall and elegant and smooth.

           His hair looks so soft, freshly washed like this, that my hands actually twitch.  I want to take a lock and rub it between my fingertips.      

           Crowley, it looks good.

           There’s a lurch in my stomach, unfamiliar and cold, and I don’t know what it means.  Not that it matters, I’m definitely not thinking about my stomach right now.

           “I thought I told you to run,” Baz growls through his teeth, his cheeks pink.  Maybe from shower steam, maybe from embarrassment.  I wonder what my cheeks look like right now, with how I feel them heating up.

           “I’m not stupid, Baz,” I reply calmly, even though there’s a weird shiver working its way down my back.  “If I leave the room, you’ll just throw me down the stairs or something.  This is the safest place for me right now.”

           “Maybe I’ll throw you out the window and let the merwolves have you.”

           “Try opening the window, Baz, see how far you get.”

           “What did you do to it?”

           “Nothing serious, just a simple precaution, but you won’t be getting it open.”

           “What if I carried you out the door?”

           “You’d have to fight me to get me there, and I don’t think the Anathema would like that very much.”

           He seethes at me for another few seconds before storming out the door.  I can hear his angry steps all the way down the tower.

           I stay where I am for I don’t know how long. It’s like I can’t move, and my stomach is still feeling hollow.  Not in a hungry way, more like someone took one of my organs out and left a giant empty spot, and now the rest of my organs are frantically shifting around to try and fill the space.  I’m cold and hot at the same time.

           “Crowley,” I say aloud to the empty room.

           It looked good.

 ***

           Penny and I are out on the hill when she sees what I’ve done.

           “Mor-gana, Simon,” she breathes, her eyes wide.  “How are you even still alive?”

           I shake my head, watching Baz as he disappears into the castle.  His hair is even more ethereal in the light of day.  I can only imagine what he would look like if the sun were shining.  He’d have a fucking halo.

           “The better question is, why has he left it like that?” Penny muses, squinting at the doors even after Baz has passed through them.  “Couldn’t he magic it back to normal?”

           “Maybe the dye is too strong.”

           “How exactly did you pull this off, anyway?”

           “I poured hair bleach in his shampoo last night.”

           She shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh. “Crowley, Simon,” she says, “when is this game going to end?”

           I shrug.  I hadn’t thought about it.  “When there’s a winner?”

           “And how do you determine a winner?”

           “Maybe just until one of us concedes.”

           “I know you two,” she scoffs, “that’s not going to happen.”

           Something about her saying you two makes my heart beat a little louder in my ears for just a second.

           “So let me get this straight,” she continues. “First you changed his sugar into salt, so he turned your scones to rock.  Then came the necklace thing, and the glue on the doorknob.  I know he kept turning your music up yesterday, but there’s something missing in between.  Did you forfeit that day?”

           “No.”

           “What did you do?”

           The memory is sour and I grimace.  “I don’t want to talk about it?”

           “Why?  Did it not work?”      

           “I cursed him.”

           “So what?  He’s cursed you loads of times.”

           “I gave him nightmares.”

           Penny doesn’t answer for a second.  “You did what?”

           “They were only supposed to be minor ones, but something went wrong, they were never supposed to hurt him.”

           “How bad were they?”

           I want to scrub the memory from my eyelids. “I had to wake him up because he kept shouting.”

           “Simon, that’s… terrible, actually.”

           “I told you, they weren’t supposed to be scary.”

           “Still, you attacked the mind.  Worse, you attacked the subconscious.”  She looks at me like I’ve taken her food without asking. “Does he know it was you?”

           “I don’t think so.”

           “Is that why you didn’t get mad yesterday when he pranked you?”

           “Why would I get mad?” I shrug.  “I deserved it.”

           “Huh.”

           “What?”

           “I never thought I’d see the day that you felt bad for hurting Baz.”

           I shake my head.  “He might be a twat, but you didn’t hear him.  No one deserves whatever he was dreaming.”

           Penny watches me thoughtfully.  “Hmm,” she muses.

           “What?”

           “Nothing, just… maybe you guys don’t hate each other as much as you think you do.”

*** 

           Baz’s hair is still white-blond later at night when we turn in.  I still have to consciously remind myself to stop staring at it.

           He hasn’t said anything to me since this morning, but I don’t think it’s because he’s mad.  More just the normal silence that exists between us when we’re not actively fighting or shouting abuse at each other.

           I wonder as he turns out the lights if his hair has always looked so soft, or if I’ve just noticed it now.  When he turns it black again, will I still have the urge to touch it?  Is it something I’ve always wanted to do but only just realized?

           A thought occurs to me as his breathing starts to deepen across the room.  “Hey, Baz.”

           “What, Snow?”

           “We match.”

           It’s ridiculous and not even close to true. My hair is the blonde of honey, while his is currently the blonde of fucking snow, but that makes it even more ironic and, naturally, even more funny to me.

           Baz doesn’t say anything, just sits up and punts one of his pillows at me, and I can’t hold in a giggle when it hits me.

thefluffcorner  asked:

for the ship meme, sh ance of course

  • Who said “I love you” first
    • Lance probably says it first in a semi-serious way.  Like, Shiro will do something cool like punch the head off of a Galra drone or catch Pidge in mid-air while she’s falling and Lance will say something along the lines of “See, that’s why I love you.”  Shiro is the first one to say it seriously – and he is fucking serious when he says it.
  • Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background
    • Shiro.  He has the default lockscreen, but his home screen background is Lance with a big, cute smile.
  • Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
    • They both do.  Lance starts it, though, by reminding Shiro to get more toothpaste when he’s heading back home from work.  That night, Shiro writes on the mirror that he’ll be out early the next morning and to have a nice day.  It’s less effective than post-it notes, and sometimes they have a hard time reading what the other wrote, but it’s still a nice thing they do for each other every day.
  • Who buys the other cheesy gifts
    • I’m not saying that Lance is bad with money, but he can get pretty impulsive when he finds something that reminds him of Shiro.  Recent examples including: a Skip-It, sleeveless work out tops, the third season of Psych on DVD, and mochi.
  • Who initiated the first kiss
    • Lance.  Just.  Went for it one night.  And Shiro got flustered and nervous and almost freaked himself out of it, but Lance brought him back.
  • Who kisses the other awake in the morning
    • Whoever wakes up first.  So Shiro.
  • Who starts tickle fights
    • Lance.  It’s his only effective tactic against Shiro, who is secretly the most ticklish person in the world.
  • Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
    • Shiro.  It’s not very often and, to Lance’s surprise, they’re often not very sexual in nature.  Since Lance takes his showers in the morning, he suspects it happens the days after Shiro has nightmares.  He’d never deny Shiro one of the few comforts he’ll explicitly ask for, and he’d be a big fat liar if he said he didn’t like the feeling of Shiro massaging shampoo into his hair.
  • Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch
    • Whenever Lance suspects Shiro is feeling down or stressed or overwhelmed by his anxiety, he’ll pack a homemade lunch and bring it to his office.  There’s a nice, quiet park right around the corner from Shiro’s office building that is filled with benches and big, shady trees.  They have a favorite spot that’s half-protected from the sun in one of the back corners.  They’ll eat and partake in epic bitch fests – Iverson dumped three days’ worth of work on Shiro’s desk and expected him to get it finished in an hour; Lance’s professor displayed his last essay to the entire class and demolished it without prior warning; Shiro nearly got T-boned on his way to work and ended up being a half an hour late to work through the panic; Lance locked himself out of the apartment so he had to call Hunk, than Pidge, and than finally Keith before he could get in and take a shit in peace.  Sometimes, though, they’ll sit in silence, cuddled up next to each other on the bench and enjoying the others’ company.
  • Who was nervous and shy on the first date
    • Shiro was.  He tried to stay composed and cool, but cute, flirty boys are a big weakness.  Lance was also pretty nervous, but he kept his cool and channelled his nervousness into extra flirty flirtatiousness.
  • Who kills/takes out the spiders
    • Lance cannot hurt another living creature and also those little monsters are disgusting and have too many eyes and legs.  See, Shiro, you’re braver than Lance, you almost let the gross abomination onto your hand.  What a great guy.  Go douse yourself in bleach before you get anywhere near Lance.
  • Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk
    • Shiro.  He treated Lance when he turned 21, aiming to get Lance pleasantly drunk while staying sober to take care of him.  Half of that plan failed, and Shiro ended up getting pretty trashed.  Before getting kicked out of the bar, he decided that Lance needed to know all of the different ways that Shiro loved him.  They both lost count and Shiro may not have been going in order, but sources (Hunk) claim that the list ended somewhere in the low hundreds.

anonymous asked:

Monty 91 and 81 please??

Monty all heart eyes and protective over a girl hits me right in the feels 😭

81. Excuse me for falling in love with you.

91. Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.

Bad habits are hard to break. And she’s got a lot of bad habits. Most of them are harmless- forgetting to put dirty dishes in the dishwasher, leaving her belongings all over the house, forgetting to turn off all the lights when she leaves. Sometimes she drinks a little too much, and sometimes she tiptoes the line between adventurous and straight up dangerous. But her worst habit by far is the way she pushes people away to protect herself.

She rolls over, sitting up to slip her shirt back over her head. The bed shifts as Monty props himself up on his arm, watching her put on the clothes he had taken off of her just a little under an hour ago. She hadn’t even bothered to catch her breath before getting ready to take off, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother him.

“You got somewhere to be?” he asks, irritation clear in his voice.

“There’s a party downtown,” she replies nonchalantly, yanking her jeans up her legs.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” he snorts, shaking his head in disbelief, “You don’t want to just lay here for like thirty seconds?”

“I thought the whole ‘fuck buddies’ thing didn’t include cuddling after sex,” she notes softly, rising to her feet. 

“Is that what I am to you?” he’s aware that they started this as a hookup situation. No commitment. No nothing. But he’s running on pure emotion right now and he can’t stop himself.

“Oh please, Monty,” she scoffs, “How many disposable sex partners have you had? What number am I?”

She wasn’t wrong exactly. Monty had quite a few friends with benefits, one night stands, repeat hookups, and the like. He wasn’t known for being the boyfriend type. But something about the brilliant girl in his calculus class who completely dominated in flip cup had gotten under his skin. 

“That’s what I thought,” her mouth twists into a faint smile that borderlines sadness.

“Those parties downtown aren’t safe. You know that,” he looks at her in disbelief. The parties in that part of town get real out of hand real fast and it’s easy to get hurt. After all, that’s how they ended up together in the first place. The sight of her amidst a leering crowd of shady individuals nearly gave him a heart attack. The overwhelming need to protect this girl was a new feeling for him, so he stuck with her. 

“Fuck off with that,” she shakes her head. It would be dangerous for her to let herself believe that he might actually care. How stupid she would be to let someone like Montgomery De La Cruz break her heart.

Sorry I’m protective over the things I love,” he all but yells, fighting the urge to punch the wall in frustration. Now is not the time to lose his cool, but he’s so frustrated.

Her eyes widen as her ears register the word ‘love’. Her calm facade dissolves as her brain processes what the hell just came out of his mouth. This was not part of the plan. Feelings weren’t supposed to be involved, and now she’s  scared because now there’s something to lose.

“That’s not fair,” her voice is starting to get shaky and her eyes are starting to tear up, “Don’t do this to me.”

Excuse me for falling in love with you,” he sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Monty, please, don’t,” she brings a hand up to her mouth as the tears slip out, backing up until her back hits the wall.

This was what she was most afraid of. She thought she could never get attached to or care about someone like him. He was an arrogant dick who walked like he was a God and didn’t give a damn about anyone else. But that wasn’t entirely true. Nobody is all good or all bad, it’s never that simple. 

Despite everything she thought she believed, she found light even in the darkest parts of him. And she cared. She cared about this stupid boy with a wicked temper and a reckless mouth. Now here he is, telling her everything she wants to hear, and it scares the hell out of her.

“I don’t understand,” his voice softens immediately as he gets up and walks over to her carefully, “Why are you so upset?”

“You’re gonna tear me apart,” she chokes, biting her lips together to keep from full on sobbing, “You shouldn’t have said anything. It was easier if I thought you didn’t care.”

“No, no I’m not,” he says very softly, “All I ever wanted to do since I saw you at that party three months ago was keep you safe.” He reaches his arm out touch her arm as gingerly as he can. She doesn’t pull away or jerk at his touch, so he gets closer until she’s enveloped in his embrace with her face resting against his chest. 

He brings them down to sit on the bed, letting all of her weight fall onto him. Her hair feels incredibly soft between his fingers and he brushes through it soothingly. She feels so fragile in his arms, like she might shatter if he were to let go. So he tightens his grip.

“Shhh,” he coos, “I’m not gonna hurt you, babe.”

“I’m totally losing my shit,” she sniffles, pulling back just enough to be able to look at him.

“I’m not sure I ever really had my shit in the first place, so I can’t judge,” he jokes, rubbing her back.

“Still think you love me after that shit show?” she rubs her tired eyes.

He takes her face between his hands, kissing her softly before whispering against her lips, “I love you that much more every time I see a new side of you.”

And just like that her worst habit became her biggest blessing.