someone write it i will sell my soul

so lance is sitting crosslegged on his bed and keith is half in his lap, the back of his head resting against lance’s chest. lance is playing xbox or smth, arms wrapped around keith as he’s holding the controller. keith’s watching lance play, idly stroking his hands along lance’s forearms, backseat gaming occasionally. lance ends up winning the game with the final shot and the way he laughs in triumph as keith smiles and says “good job, sharpshooter”

& lance lets the controller drop and closes keith tighter in his arms, leaning them both to the side a bit and pressing rapid, sloppy kisses into his neck as he mumbles “my good luck charm”

Les Amis as texts I've sent to my friend Tyler
  • Bahorel: I'd go to 7/11 for a slurpee but I'm boycotting because they got rid of the rewards app
  • Bossuet: Every ship is unsinkable until it sinks
  • Combferre: i’m really heated about vikings right now
  • Cosette: Apparently the last time I got drunk, I gave myself a perfect manicure. This is according to eyewitness accounts, as I have no recollection of this.
  • Courfeyrac: Why don't they ever make super fuzzy blankets big enough to actually function as a full time blanket
  • Enjolras: I've been fighting the Christians since I was in the womb
  • Eponine: If I had a dollar for every time I heard the "you obviously haven't met the right guy yet" line, I'd be able to buy Trump Tower and burn it to the ground
  • Feuilly: *on Karl Marx* I'm not a communist, btw. I just have a deep respect for his beard. He looks like santa.
  • Gavroche: You wanna know who was really badass? The Anasazi. They were cannibal anarchists. If that shit isn't metal then nothing is. Another tribe infringing on your territory? Eat them. White people? Eat them.
  • Grantaire: YES, I let the girl with a cast on her dominant hand use the jigsaw so that I could paint the nazi flags when we were doing the sound of music, but that doesn't mean I'm a horrible influence
  • Jehan: I saw an ad for some stupid website that wanted someone to write an article about memes so I wrote one as a joke and I got $40
  • Joly: *at 3am with no context whatsoever* Do you think Hogwarts has sex ed
  • Marius: Here's the thing: I'm incredibly socially inept. I don't know HOW To casually just *ask* for her number
  • Montparnasse: I could sell my soul to Buzzfeed
  • Musichetta: It was girl's night. We watched Pitch Perfect and took shots.
Finding Ideas that Stick

Anonymous asked: “Hi Lizard! I’ve always wanted to write a book, but whenever I try to write, all my stories feel the same, and all my characters feel flat. I quickly quit stories, also, losing my interest on them in a matter of hours. Could you give me some advice so that I won’t have to sell my soul to the dark overlords in order to write a single paragraph?”

Writing is a process. No book is ever going to be just a matter of sitting down and writing it out in one shot. It’s drafting, redrafting, intense editing, often huge various changes along the way and ultimately then you get somewhere. Someone can take ten years to write a book. 

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Thoughts that occur to me while writing a Naruto/Bleach crossover:

1) Mashiro and Gai would get along like a house on fire

2) Yoruichi + Anko = Madness (but gloriously so)

3) Ulquiorra is probably some version of Nagato reincarnated 

4) Can you imagine Shisui meeting Nel? Because wow

5) Nel is a serial adopter and also amazing. I want her to crash into Naruto’s life and make him happy while also recovering from her own trauma

6) NEL/KONAN I WOULD SELL MY SOUL OKAY

7) Shuuhei is too practical for ninjas. Someone save him

8) I have a burning desire to see Kushina kick Byakuya’s ass. Not a ship, but I want her to trounce him and then laugh gleefully about it

9) Ukitake, Kyoraku, and Tsunade would make lovely drinking buddies

10) Nanao and Shizune could despair over them together, that would be hilarious

Tom’s Reaction To Versace On The Floor

Request | Masterlist | @gryffindorgodmother18  requested this

Listen guys, I really don’t write Tom fics, Tomdaya or Tom!Imagines or anything “xReader”. If you send me a request, I will do my best but I will most likely suggest someone else to you that would be willing to take your request on. 

However, this was my first request ever and I didn’t want to disappoint. I love my followers and I would sell my soul for y’all. I thought the least I could do is try. I had a fun idea so this was my best interpretation at this request. I hope y’all like it. I really, really, really tried.

Ship: tomdaya T/W: None.

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anonymous asked:

RANGER BAND AU AHHH your addition was on point, and also your tags like what kind of clusterfuck genre bending these hoes are gonna pull, godddd them wearing the ranger colors and just being the hugest little shits about it i LIVE. ITs too good man, it fits stupidly well. p.s. have loved your blog and fics for aaaages now and i am SO HYPE that youve jumped on the ranger train bc its my most recent obsession as well.

LISTEN, anon, I am so into this Band AU I can’t even TELL you. Like good lord, I am 100000% there for it and I have been thinking about it all morning. It would be more accurate to say that the Power Ranger train has HIT ME IN THE FACE rather than me doing any voluntary jumping. (But thanks ;D)

But let’s talk more about this AU and how I am now willing to sell my one (1) soul to someone if they write/draw/manip/WHATEVER it. (Or body swap. I also REALLY want body swap.) Important things to consider:

  • What is their band name? 
    • I feel like every time Zack suggests a name it’s ‘Zack and the ___s”: Zack and the Screw Ups, Zack and the Zords, Zack and the Rangers, Zack and Some Other People and Also Billy
  • Alpha 5 on triangle is inspirational, but I would also put forth Alpha on woodblock a la George Michael in his brief stint in  Dr. Fünke’s 100% Natural Good-Time Family Band Solution
    • Alpha: “If you want me on wood block, I can keep perfect time. Some call me “The Human Metronome.” You notice how I’m always on time? I’m never late for things”
  • SOCIAL MEDIA
    • Like, okay, I’m trash so I’m going to say it: obviously there is shipping. And ship wars. 
      • Trini is a little shit whose totally sarcasm encourages things
    • There are always trolls and the Rangers all get them, but one time someone says something mean about Billy and it is an INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT. 
      • Trini challenges the twitter user to a duel
      • Jason says the band is Cancelled until a formal apology is issued 
      • Kim points out that it would be easy to find the dude’s address and swing by with the zords and everyone worries a little that she might ACTUALLY do it
      • Zack writes a song called ‘twitter user GateGamerGeoff is a dick’ 
      • (A formal video apology is issued to Billy)
  • Everyone knows SOMETHING is up with them and the theories are crazy (aliens, mind control via music (Josie and the Pussycats style), secret agents, etc.) 
    • There’s like one person who is just THEY ARE OBVIOUSLY THE POWER RANGERS and has like… height comparison charts and super detailed excel sheets about the time of incidents and when the band all mysteriously disappeared but everyone is just like OH THAT WEIRD KOOKY FAN who thinks they are Power Rangers how HILARIOUS
  • There is definitely a song called ‘to the moon’ or something and it’s definitely about slapping Rita into space. Everyone thinks it’s some beautiful romantic metaphor. But it is not.
  • Kimberly Hart in an over-sized, slashed, pink tank top, okay?
Bad Omens

Scenario: You meet a fallen angel at a diner. He asks what you’d be willing to sell for your soul for. All you really want is a taste.

A/N: I know there probably has to already be some Taehyung!Fallen Angel smut out there, buuuut I couldn’t help myself. It’s my first time writing for him, in general, so I hope someone out there enjoys this.

Genre: Taehyung x Reader

Words: 3022

Disclaimer: As always, any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!

Warnings: Smut.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

“It ripped out my wings, so yeah, it did hurt.”

Taehyung tossed his cigarette to the wet pavement. This time not bothering to stomp it out for good measure as he blew the smoke out into the night. His hands diving into the pockets of his trench in search of the warmth midnight denied him.

You pulled your coat closer, your high heeled feet clicking against the pavement. Taehyung was always like this when you asked questions he found idiotic. Of course, this question was beyond stupid. You weren’t sure why you asked it. Well that wasn’t necessarily true, either.

The first night you’d meet Taehyung was at Minzy’s Diner. He’d been stationed in his usual corner booth seat when you’d walked in. Your head covered with a drenched newspaper as you tried to locate shelter from the current monsoon from outside. You’d been heading home from another long night of partying. The faux fur of your coat mushed into soaked clumps that matched the state of your once curled hair. The dress clinging to you even more so as you let out a hiss of annoyance at finding another tear in your pantyhose.

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I’m writing a statement of interest for a fellowship (for non-law people: it means I would work for an organization, but someone else will pay my salary because the nonprofit can’t afford to)

Real Adults™ of tumblr, how do you politely say “the reason I want to do this instead of joining a firm is because I refuse to sell my soul to capitalism”

like I doubt the hiring committee will accept “as much as I’d love to make $180k starting salary I am not a sellout to The Man, and also do you know how many jobs there are in the public interest field? like none. except this one. please hire me.“

Kiddo: these boys at school were saying you can sell your soul to demons for three wishes just by writing a letter with some blood on it

Me: what!? There is way more to summoning a demon than that!

Kiddo: I know! It was so annoying!

Me: that’s ridiculous

Kiddo: I wouldn’t sell my soul

Me: well that-

Kiddo: I’d sell someone else’s

Me: …that is Machiavellian in its genius and I am both impressed and a little bit scared

ughhhh i’m stuck in this terrible post-grad limbo where it’s like… i’m pretty sure I could be successful at something in life, if only I could decide what I want to succeed at! I used to think I wanted to be a Literature Professor, but now I think… where am I supposed to get all that money to go to school? only to be one of thousands competing for the same job?? to be involved in all the drama and politics of academia for the rest of my life? in some ways it sounds great, but I just don’t feel as certain about it as I used to. but if i’m not doing THAT then what will I do? I could go into publishing, but that’s so corporate, and I always promised myself I wouldn’t become a part of some giant corporate machine. I could go into PR and social media marketing (which is what I do at my current bookstore job) but I don’t just want to Make Posts for the rest of my life! And I think marketing is such an evil industry, full of the kinds of people who I pride myself in not being. Idk!!! what I want out of life OVERALL is still so clear to me - I want a wife, I want a child, I want an old historic home on the outskirts of a city but not IN a city, somewhere in the south. I want time to make art and read, I want a garden, I want to get really good at embroidery and knitting, I want several cats. NOWHERE in this mental image is there a job of any kind. but if I’m gonna have a perfect house and family I’ll need some way to pay for it? But I just….. feel stressed about my options. I have a bachelor’s degree in literature. I’m standing at this huge fork in the road of my life, and there is nothing to tie me down - no children, no obligations aside from some debt to pay off, no real restrictions except being poor. I can do ANYTHING I want! (within the realm of my income.) I could go get my masters and pay for it with loans. I could move to any city that interests me. I could move out of the country! I could shave my head, change my name, move to a comune, join the peace corps, teach in public schools, write a novel. I really have soooo many options, but I feel like I owe it to myself to make the best possible decision that will help me have a life I LOVE! that is fulfilling, and intellectually stimulating, and well paying, and doesn’t require that I sign away my morals or sell my soul to some big corporation. I just want someone to appear from the ether and say like “hey, wanna come work at this lesbian book publishing co-op in New Orleans?” or some other absurd and imaginary job that does not exist. If i don’t make up my mind soon then my mind is gonna be made up for me, and I’m gonna end up turning into someone I hate. It’s HARD to be 22 and grown up and fully responsible for yourself. I was only given ONE life and I feel that I should do something great with it. not just lay around and hem and haw and whine about everything. my parents did SO MUCH to set me up for success, and now here I am with a college degree, a car that I own myself, a set of experiences that prepare me to take on anything I want, and what do I do with all of this luxury? waste away in my bedroom and feel overwhelmed by indecision. my privileges would have been better spent on some hard working genius who wants to be a doctor or a human rights lawyer or whatever. why can’t i just be VERY SMART and interested in science or law!!!!!! why can’t I just have a clear cut path to go down to become the person I want to be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

More things Oikawa

I always swoon at all the detailes and bits of ideas authors put into their works. Like things that seem ‘not-so-important’ or ‘just-wanted-to-put-this-here-no-special-meaning’, that no one even thinks twice about. And then ages later they just go BANG!! and a ‘one-of-the-most-important-things-EVER’, and you are like “WOW! He/she thought this so beforehand! Cool!!”. I’ve seen those in Naruto and Bleach a lot of times.

And well. Oikawa. Who is called ‘DaiOu-sama’ (a Great King) by Hinata. And who is born on July 20th, the day Alexander the Great is supposed to be born. Alexander the Great, who is called in Japanese  アレクサンドロス大王 - Arekusandorosu DaiOu.

And then there is Iwaizumi, born on June 10th. The day Alexander the Great has died.

And the absolute harmony, the ‘A-Un no Kokyuu’ (阿吽の呼吸), where ‘A’ and ‘Un’ actually “symbolically represent the beginning and the end of all things.” (c)

SO MUCH SYMBOLISM IT ACTUALLY HURTS. HOW THOROUGH CAN THIS BE?!

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Edit: Here is the source for the birthdays, as I did not research that myself but have heard from a friend who herself just stumbled upon it. There are more there!

anonymous asked:

I'm not going to lie, the first time I saw your blog and put together a few ideas (url, fanfic writer, pretty hair) the first image that popped into my mind was the grim reaper and several doppleganggers crowded around a wooden table. The air was dark and fuliginous, and bitterly cold. Harsh whispers were swapped around, illiterate yet intriguing to the passerby. The topic? Fanfiction.

I will not lie, I wanted to scream when I read this because holy shit I love this so much. I hope that someone writes or draws this or something because I need it. Christmas and my birthday are coming up or I’ll sell my soul idc.

Seokjin returns home to the sight of Yoongi continuously banging his head onto the keys of his laptop. “Another paper?”

Yoongi speaks in between each smack of his forehead. “Due- tomorrow- why- do- essays- exist-”

Seokjin shakes his head, and walks over to pat Yoongi on the back. “Calm down; it’s going to be alright. Also, as much as I’d hate to break it to you, keyboard spamming does not equate to typing out coherent sentences.”

Sure enough, Yoongi stops, resting his face on his laptop keys. He lets out a long groan. Somehow, the placement of his nose leads to a string of “e”s following the gibberish he had so eloquently smashed out just seconds before. Seokjin can’t help but chuckle at the sight. He sits down and wraps his arms around Yoongi’s torso, planting a sweet kiss on his boyfriend’s head. “It’s okay, babe. You’ll work it out.”

Yoongi finally sits up, turning to face Seokjin with a pained expression. “Okay, seriously though. Why do essay prompts have to be so vague and deep? I signed up for a course for the credits, not an essay topic that’s got me reevaluating my life choices and values. How the hell am I supposed to persuade someone if I can’t even persuade myself?”

“Sounds like someone’s just coming up with excuses.”

Hyuuuuuung!” Yoongi whines, indignant.

“Okay, okay, there, there,” Seokjin smiles in amusement. “Hey, at least you’ve got ideas, right? Maybe just write them down first, spill them all out. Then organize them later.”

Yoongi gives Seokjin a peck on the lips as a sign of gratitude, and Seokjin giggles, his ears turning red. As Yoongi types away on his keyboard, pressing the “backspace” button to clean up the mess from earlier, he mutters, “I guess, if this whole ‘paper’ and ‘being a college student’ thing doesn’t work out, I’ll, I don’t know, sell my soul to an entertainment company or something.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes and smacks Yoongi on the back. “Ugh, you can be so dramatic. Sometimes I wonder who’s the theatre major between the two of us.”

“Mmhm. Love you too.”

The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel - Localization Blog #3

Greetings and salutations, true believers!

 Trails of Cold Steel has officially launched, and I’m excited! You may well be one of the pre-order platoon, leading the vanguard, or perhaps the game is making its way to you through all the holiday postal congestion at this very moment. Either way, you’ll soon know what we know: good things come to those who wait, and here at the tail end of 2015, one of the year’s finest RPG adventures stands ready to be unfurled (though let’s be honest…with the length of the game, you’ll probably have said “Happy New Year!” before you roll those credits). Work on Trails of Cold Steel II is already well underway, so worry not – you won’t have to wait too long to see more of what happens to Rean and friends.

Brittany wrote last time about all the effort that goes into the process of voice recording, and she was right on the money – it’s a lot of work. More than I’d predicted, actually. See, this was actually a big first for me. Sure, I’d written for voice work before, but Trails of Cold Steel marked the first time I went into the studio to help supervise the recording of an English dub. The whole process – which took about 20 working days for all the voice work – was like one long course in the particulars of going from script to a finished dub – hugely instructive and informational, but also harrying with how much new info about the process I was absorbing all the time.

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OH  MY GODDDDD

Picture this: Jimin as the cheerful worker of a sex shop that is happy to show customers around and inform them about the various objects in the store.

In comes Yoongi, grumpy and super pissy because not only does he have to leave his studio, but he has to go to a fucking sex store because Namjoon, the damn destroyer of worlds, has managed to destroy a buttplug. How, Yoongi actively tries not to think about it, but somehow Yoongi got roped into going into the damn sex shop and getting him another one. 

But walking into the store, Yoongi is overwhelmed by the cutest ray of sunshine that’s standing right behind the register. Obviously the awkward turtle that he is, he would walk right past Jimin in the hopes of finding whatever Joonie sent him out for and leaving, but of course, the universe hates him and he has no idea where the fuck the damn butt plugs are.

Being the helpful worker that Jimin is, he would offer his services and unintentionally throw in as many innuendos as the situation could possibly handle before realizing what it was Yoongi was looking for and pointing him in the right direction. 

Completely embarrassed, he literally grabs the first one that is at arms length and goes over to the counter to pay. Jimin actively tries not to look up at Yoongi as he’s ringing this black haired cutie getting the biggest butt plug that is carried in the store with a jewel but it’s his prerogative not to judge. Trying to be as natural as possible, Jimin goes through the proper usage and caring for the toy as well as the individual.

Yoongi naturally goes home, throws the item at Namjoon and yells that he’s never doing it again before stomping into his room and screaming into his pillow about the most awkward experience of his life with the cutest boy alive. Again, the universe hates him and he ends up at the store again.

Jimin keeps an eye out for the grumpy teddybear that bought a huge butt plug and is thrilled when Yoongi ends up at the store once more. The two end up talking and it becomes a comfortable routine where Yoongi just shows up at the store and manages to spend endless hours talking and laughing with Jimin and leaving the store with a smile on his face.

Naturally, he actively restrains himself from asking questions about the items stocked because god help him if he has to deal with Jimin explaining toys to him without him getting hard and ruining the single friendship he’s managed to make outside of his five friends. 

But the universe hates him and a question slips out and of course, Jimin being the helpful sunshine that he is, offers to demonstrate. Needless to say that becomes an awkward “ No! N-Not like that!” and “It’s okay!” and a lot of blushing and talking over one another before Yoongi realizes Jimin was talking about using his fingers to demonstrate the use of a cock ring. 

Unable to deal with the situation like a normal person Yoongi would end up storming out of the store and exiling himself until he can think of Jimin without sex and how much he wants to have sex with the most innocent looking boy ever working at a fucking sex shop.

After a week of self imposed exile, Yoongi storms back into the store and gives a very loud speech about how he’s sorry he fell off the grid and how much he wants to have sex with Jimin but also how much he wants to curl up next to him and take care of him and take him out to dinner and just…. Yoongi word vomits before he has the time to process that Jimin was not, in fact, alone but being talked to by his manager Hoseok, and holy shit Yoongi just spilled his guts in public.

Understandably Jimin is surprised and Yoongi is embarrassed, but before Yoongi can storm back out of the store Jimin grabs him and demands Yoongi buy him dinner before having sex, because he’s he may work at a sex shop but he’s not that easy. 

- Okay tho I totally blame this shit on @queercoffeeshop because I was a normal human being before they introduced me to this fucking concept and holy mother fucking shit am I into this okay. Someone please write this. I would sell my fucking soul.