something that was in my drafts for like a month lmao

shibolet3  asked:

Wait what con artist from 2014

I’d like to title this story “Swing And A Miss

Okay, so my high school had this program where seniors could leave school like a month and a half early and opt out of exams if they took on internships around the neighborhood, but not everyone wanted to/was eligible to do it. Back in like 2013, they had like 15 bored seniors stuck in the school, so the administration brought in this Professional Life Coach, left him in alone in a room with them for two hours to talk to them about like, self-esteem or some shit. All the kids were pulled out of their classes for this*, and later told the administration that they loved him, they really enjoyed the talk.

So, about a year later, we have a new principal. He’s supposed to set up an assembly for all the 11th and 12th graders, but he doesn’t know what to do. One of his coworkers mentions that there was a life coach that was a huge hit with the kids that didn’t do community study last year, so maybe he’d also be great for a larger audience. The principal basically thinks “okay, what the hell” and calls up and hires Jason C. Jean to come talk to the kids.

Now, it’s like, 10:30, maybe 11:00 in the morning, and two entire grades are getting shepherded to the main gymnasium, and no one wants to God damn be there. We ain’t got time for self esteem talks. We want to sleep. And this guy, watching us all drag our feet in and collapse into the bleachers was just like…offensively peppy. There’s a couple faculty members sitting behind him, the woman who suggested he be hired for this, the vice principals for the grades- but the principal himself kept getting calls so he was in and out the whole time.

Now, Mr. Jean was like…the chill “Just call me by my first name dude” history professor at college times 30. He was trying so fucking hard. I’m referring to him as ‘Mr. Jean’ in this story just to be disrespectful. So anyway, we all get in there, and he tells us right off the bat “You guys are totally allowed to be on your phones and laptops during this! I get it! It’s no problem, like really, I insist!” so while the faculty members are exchanging smiles that read ‘how do we kill that while respecting him’, all the kids are immediately pulling out their electronics and he’s starts his speech.

Now, again, I really wanna reiterate that he told us we could be on our phones- because when the news articles started coming out about this, I remember all these angry, annoying comments from old people like “Why the hell were the students on their phones in the first place! So disrespectful! These damn millennials and their social media!” like, they were completely ignoring the entire story and just focusing in on kids using the internet, and it Really Super Pissed Me Off, so. Again, we had permission for this (which also ended up being Mr. Jean’s fatal mistake).

So, he starts off this speech fairly normally, like ‘hi, I’m Jason, I’m a professional life coach and I wanna teach you kids about how to be The Best You!’ and like people were tuning him out and listening to varying degrees. Some kids (like myself) were kinda dozing off, and everyone was on twitter or facebook.

His approach to a self esteem speech seemed to be ‘let me tell you my entire life story for hours’ and like, at first I was like “I’m not really hearing this, I’m half dreaming right now” but the more I started making myself pay attention the more…bizarre and rambling his story got.

So like, for instance, he told us he drank a lot in high school. Like, a lot. But he didn’t use that as a ‘don’t drink or party too hard’ lesson, instead he was like “I was fourteen so I always called my parents to pick me up, and they weren’t mad because they knew it meant I could trust them. So remember, always tell your parents when you’re drinking!” and then it kinda got to a point where it sounded like he was encouraging partying and drinking and the like to the group of underage kids.

And then, he told us how he used to play baseball all the time when he was a kid, and at 16 reached a crossroads in his life where the Phillies wanted to draft him or he could go play football for Penn State. And he said he went with Penn State but later lost the scholarship for some reason and we’re like…really.

There was absolutely nothing coherent about anything he was saying- nothing that tied anything together, made a point, seemed like it had anything to do with an assembly on self esteem. He told us at one point he was making upwards of 7 million a year. He told us one time before college he was homeless. He told us he used to own a construction company and built his own branch of nightclubs himself, that he and his friend then ran. He told us he fought a shark and came out with no scars. He told us that he had less money now, because after surviving a work related accident- direct quote- “I fell almost 30 feet and I broke in half” - he decided to leave that industry and spend more time with his family.

So, yeah, I was pretty positive this was bullshit, but there were clearly kids in the room that were falling for it. But then he said something like…he and his friend got bored one day and started jarring up their own pasta sauce, and made a deal with wegmans or some store like that to start selling it, and now he has a pasta sauce empire. Like he spent 15 fucking minutes on this. The way he kept saying ‘pasta sauce’ was so annoying I was about to claw my ears out. But anyway, two girls in my grade wanted to find out what brand he was talking about, so they googled his name.

And then quietly gasped.

And then furiously started typing into their phones.

And remember- everyone, even though they were paying attention- was on twitter and facebook. All the sudden I see heads flying up and wide eyes and people whispering to each other. Mr. Jean doesn’t seem to notice the change and keeps rambling on, but I know something happened so I google him too and-

Okay so basically he’s 1) been arrested, 2) filed for bankruptcy like three times and 3) has been hailed as a ‘Swinger Guru’ by playboy.


So by now, this is a fucking game- he still doesn’t notice anything wrong amongst the kids, so we’re all silently texting each other to fill each other in. Pulling up receipts. But still playing the part of politely intrigued audience members. The school faculty have no fucking idea what’s going on, until one of the students texts her mom, who happens to be the woman that convinced the principal to hire this guy. We see her check her phone, go wide-eyed, and she runs out of the fucking room presumably to either find the principal or hide in terror.

So Mr. Jean had been talking to random people intermittently throughout this speech, but we reach the ‘questions’ part of it. Everyone seems to silently agree that instead of just asking him anything outright, we should just see how good of a liar he was. So they’d be asking him stuff like ‘how much money did you make with ____ company’ and he’d give a ridiculously high number as people were sending each other reports of him filing for bankruptcy during that time. Or they asked him about his construction business which he said was great, and while he was talking about how great it was we were all reading his arrest report, from when a woman hired him to build her house, and he took her money and then like…just didn’t build anything. Wild. Someone asked him about his family and he’s extolling Christian virtues while we’re all on the website for his annual Swing Fest. People would ask him how he got certain jobs and he was making promises to hook kids up in interviews and shit. Everyone was loosing their God damn minds online and just barely holding it together in person. This man was so beyond full of shit- like, he was a God awful life coach but his dedication to lying was inspirational.

We eventually get to leave and everyone is yelling and cracking up and freaking out, all running to our classes to tell the teachers and the underclassmen everything, and the teachers are freaking out, alternating between horrified confusion and laughing hysterically. Before the school day even ended, someone had called a bunch of news stations. The principal was freaking out and denying he had anything to do with it, before calling some students to his office to see what exactly the kids had searched up on the guy…Because apparently teenagers can perform better background checks than school officials. It was all anyone could talk about for weeks.

A couple months after this, for my theater class’ showcase, I wrote and directed a skit called ‘Mason B. Mean’. It was a huge hit. The principal was in the audience. I’ve never seen a grown man look so dead inside. I made sure I was out of the room before he came up to congratulate the cast and everything. The next day, my theater teacher told me his only comment about the skit was a quiet, long-suffering “Why.” 😂😂

Annnnnnnnd that’s the time a Swinger Entrepreneur rambled on about pasta sauce and money in front of teenagers who knew how to use google for almost two hours.

immajustkeepsleeping  asked:

Yoooo, because I always wanted to see more of him in the books, what are your head canons on Charlie Weasley??

huh, let’s see

  • him and hagrid were the best buds during charlie’s hogwarts years, charlie probably used to hang out at hagrid’s hut quite often, just like the golden trio years later after him
  • percy calls him “an outdoor type” at some point in the books which gave me a mental image of charlie barely spending any time at home and instead exploring the wilds surrounding their village, looking for all kind of creatures, magical and not, keeping a little journal of his researches, interesting herbs and flowers pressed between the pages, doodles scattered across the notes
  • not perfectly fluent in romanian, but still can speak it
  • like twice a month gets owls from oliver wood who keeps begging him to ditch his sodding dragons and join professional quidditch (wood’s team, obviously)
  • he was in the same year as tonks at hogwarts, so naturally i imagine them being friends during their school years; tonks was probably the first one to join him in any secret shenanigans (like sneaking into the forbidden forest when charlie became obsessed with an idea to confirm rumours about an acromantula colony being established there. they were shortly caught by hagrid though)
  • i really like the idea of him and harry hanging out together, maybe it’s because they’re both among my favs and i always want my favourite characters to hang out with each other. anyway, there’s this one scenario i enjoy, where harry sets off to travel for a bit after the war to take a break from everything and to see what wizarding communities in other countries are like. at that point of his travels where he starts to miss familiar faces, he visits charlie. they get to know each other better, bond over their fascination for dragons and quidditch and after a while charlie becomes the third closest weasley to him (after ron and ginny, obviously) 
  • i also wonder if the place in romania where he went to study dragons is something like an alma mater for draconologists from all over the world. like, if you want to study dragons, that’s where you go. if so, then i like to imagine it’s a very interesting multinational and multilingual community there 
petty revenge: shakespearean style

So I live in Texas, which, as most of you probably know, is filled with homophobes. Freshman year At my old high school (I transferred after one semester, I’m at a different school now.) I was very into theatre and had been doing it for around 5 years, so naturally I was in the Theater class. I was VERY openly Not Straight (I hadn’t defined myself at that point, I was just reaaaallllyyy into girls and let everyone know it) and I have had a few (a lot) of problems with classmates in the past, but there was this one guy (gonna call him Chad bc I honestly can’t remember his name) who kept being an issue. The theatre department was made up of 2 classes, tech, and performance. I was in performance and he was in tech, and we had it the same period. A lot of the times, when we had to perform something, we had tech come and watch. The assignment was to write an emotional monologue about an experience that we had faced, and I was like “ok, I’m gonna make it gay.” my teacher decided to have us perform our rough drafts for our own class before we performed for the other class, and besides my tiny circle of friends, no one in class really knew about my sexuality at that point, because I was more focused on my performance skills than shouting about how much I liked girls. As soon as I finished my monologue, the class immediately showed their support for me, and it was all good.

This was around the time that gay marriage was legalized, (2-3 months after) and he was harassing me quite frequently about it, and even threatened to harm me if he saw me “being a sinner.” (I laughed at his phrasing) So I decided, “hey, why not call him out for his bullshit in my performance?” So I wrote my monologue about falling in love with someone named Alex (I chose a gender neutral name) and how I was harassed and threatened by someone with a name eerily similar to Chads name, taking care to only reveal at the end that Alex was a female. When I got to the part about Chad, I made obvious direct eye contact with him throughout the whole thing, and then people realized what I was saying.

He ended up getting a talking to by both of the teachers, and nobody liked him after that lmao. I also got an A on that assignment so yeet.

Too Long (Shownu x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Could I request a Shownu smut please? Where you and Shownu have been apart for a while (tour) and he comes back to find you in his bed with just his shirt and you end up having needy/desperate missed you sex 💕

Fandom: Monsta X

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Shownu x Reader

Warnings: sex, slight language

Word Count: 1594

Author’s Note: So this is my first Monsta X fic! (About time too lmao, I love monsta x so much ugh) I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for being patient! Let me know it there are any errors. Happy reading!

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Dissipate [DRAFT!]
Dissipate [DRAFT!]

OKAY. here is my current draft of keith’s original song which i’ve been working my butt off on for like around 10 months lmao. i’m at a real crossroads with it so i think opening it up will help me - the vocals are just my guide and not the final versions! this is definitely still a big WIP but i really hope it is exciting and maybe it’ll be well received bc i’ve worked so hard on it!! 

i think i’ll aim for an official S4 release of the Actual Final Version, it has a lot of way to go esp with the mix if you compare to my more recent stuff - i’m actually working on a whole new version in a different key! but we’ll see how the final version turns out. for now anyway…. THIS IS DISSIPATE. the song i’ve poured my entire heart and soul into for keith. i haven’t touched this mix for at least 3 months so pls excuse the mess it’s in. BUT YEA. OKAY…. GUESS WE’RE DOING THIS?!!!!!!

Their names are burning underneath my skin
Before i even had a chance to welcome them all in
Something’s clawing at my insides
Stinging at my eyes
Realisation: they’re on my side 

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anonymous asked:

Bellarke Fic were Bellamy finds out when Clarke’s birthday is and makes her her a ring or bracelet or picks her a flower or something?? :) - cause she should still celebrate her birthday even if it’s the apocalypse :) THANKYOU


Wow, k, so I saved this ask in my drafts and now it won’t post which is super cute. Sorry, anon. Anyway, I wrote this fairly quickly? It was just fun to write lmao. ALSO ty @bcnightsquad​ for inspiring me with the drinking game vignette you sent <3

Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Bellarke
Rating: G
Words: 1,381


Bellamy shouldn’t have expected to beat Clarke at pong. He saw her obliterate everyone at every alcohol fueled game during their time at the Dropship, but for some reason he still agreed to play against her tonight. He’s not bad, and she’s had to down a few of her own cups thanks to him, but Clarke has hardly missed a shot. Before he knows it, Bellamy is chugging his last cup in defeat.

“You know,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “seeing as I’m a member of the guard, the legal drinking age is twenty one, and you’re only seventeen, I could arrest you right now if I wanted to.”

With a roll of her eyes, Clarke aims the browned, bent ping pong ball they used to play at Bellamy’s head. “First of all, age restrictions stopped being enforced the day one hundred kids were sent to Earth without adult supervision,” Clarke reminds him. It’s not a written rule but Bellamy supposes it’s true. Age is obsolete when all that matters is survival. “Second,” Clarke continues, “I’m eighteen.”

“Still not of age,” counters Bellamy. He tosses the ping pong ball back to her.

“Must we revisit my first point?”

Clarke’s age has never been something Bellamy focused on. She’s wiser than the oldest Arkadian and more mature than most adults. If her youthful features didn’t play a factor in Bellamy’s perception of her, he would assume she’s the most ancient person on the planet. It’s easy to forget that in reality, the only reason Clarke is on Earth at all is because she was just a kid.

And now she’s not.

Age isn’t important on the ground, birthdays even less so, but people are important. Clarke is important. Especially to Bellamy.

How could he have possibly missed her birthday?

“Since when have you been eighteen?” Bellamy asks.

Clarke shrugs, walking over to the other end of the table to stand with him. “Since Mount Weather, I think. Could have been before that. The council forgot to supply us with calendars.”


“Not that Priamfaya would spare me if I were still seventeen.”

“You’re literally turning a conversation about your birthday into a discussion about the end of the world.”

“My birthday was months ago, Bellamy.” Any humor Clarke wears slips from her face as she steps into his space. She stares him dead in the eyes when she says “the apocalypse is now.”

Trying for comfort, Bellamy slides his knuckles along the path between her elbow and shoulder. “You really know how to lighten the mood, Princess.”

Frowning, Clarke conks her head against his shoulder and rests it there. Into his sleeve she mumbles a halfhearted “shut up.”

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Superhusbands4ever’s January 2017 Fic Rec

Hey guys! So I got the idea to do a monthly fic rec where I list any Tony ship fics that I read and liked that month (because I read a ridiculous amount of fanfiction, it’s crazy), and a lot of people were interested! So I’m going to post each month’s list on the last day of every month, but I’m posting two this month since I missed January (there’ll be more in next month’s, I promise). (If you’re not a Tony fan this list probably won’t interest you lmao)

January | February

Fics marked with ** are personal favorites that I highly recommend you read. Like if you don’t read the others, at least read those.

Stony (Steve/Tony)

“But as a guy who’s never been good at anything but killing- lemme tell you this. Wars can come to us, and we can fight to end them.”

“But nothing’s ever worth starting one. Nothing at all.”

As the dust of Civil War starts to settle- Steve begins to see a couple of things.

  • Your Name on Every Wall by Sineala - 616 Fix it of so many things, general knowledge of Civil War and Original Sin recommended - 18K

The Time Gem throws Steve into the past rather than the future, and in doing so, it gives him the opportunity to undo his past mistakes. But when it turns out that all of his mistakes involve Tony Stark, Steve begins to wonder if he’s ever going to be able to mend things between them.

Tony is no stranger to paternity claims from his female conquests, there’s a system in place for them. But when one of the tests actually comes back positive, he makes a rash decision to not tell anyone about it, not even Pepper Potts. All Mary Parker wants is for Tony to spend a little time with their son. Tony has a lot to think about in his life now, how he wants to run his company, how his life is going to change with the arc reactor, and what he’s going to do about his son, Peter. Then, the Avengers Initiative pops up, and in waltzes his childhood hero, and enemy, Captain America.

Follows the lives of the Starks, Parkers, and Rogers’, as they grow up, and grow in life.

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office hours.

Professor!Spencer. You were a good student. And good students don’t have crushes on their professors and do not go home after class and think about doing unspeakable things with them.

the long awaited prequel to what I go to school for. y’all can thank @wheresthewater​ because I would have never written more Professor!Reid fics without Cori !!!

Originally posted by spencereid

When you decided to take Criminological Theory, you did so under the impression that it would be a breeze. After all, the material seemed easy enough and you’ve heard raving reviews about how easy Professor Hansen’s syllabus was. It didn’t help that he was also held in very high regards in the field and a glowing recommendation from him would take you place.

This was probably going to be of your favorite classes of the semester.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to take a sudden sabbatical, leaving you professor-less until an unknown just-graduated Professor Reid (who, despite your best efforts, absolutely cannot be found anywhere online except for a lengthy list of his credentials from MIT and CalTech) filled his spot at the last minute. The actual last minute, as in through email five minutes before you walked through the doors of the lecture hall.

Inwardly groaning, you chose a seat somewhere in the middle of the lecture hall for anonymity. The last thing you needed was an excited first-time professor calling on you to participate on the first day of class, after all. Your dreams of sailing through the semester and kissing up to a professor for that coveted recommendation had been dashed and now all you expected was to be bored out of your mind. That is, of course, until the new, absolutely gorgeous, professor walked in with his hair disheveled from the autumn wind and his tie, navy to match the cardigan he wore, crooked and a cup of coffee clutched in his hand like it was his lifeline.

Needless to say, you were suddenly determined to actually enjoy yourself.

“Good morning everyone,” he began, turning to the board to write some information down. “My name is Dr. Spencer Reid and welcome to Criminological Theory, CCJ 4014. I will be temporarily replacing Professor Hansen for the first half of this semester as he completes his sabbatical.”

You could spend hours listening to his voice, you decided.

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artdigy  asked:

God, when you want to make a character, YOU DO IT. Can you talk a little about your process? Where you got the idea for Mother of Pearl, your jasper ame fusion, etc? Whenever you make them, you go by theme and intense detail. Ily and your art so much

thank you so much!! im gonna describe my design/headcanon process under cut because its kinda a wall of text with some pics of older versions of maxima as an example. hope this inspires and helps you!

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It’s Love, Not Gratefulness (Soldier!Shownu x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) This was requested by @yoongi-oppa, and boy was a psyched to write this bad boy! (BTW, sorry for taking so long, I was having a really hard time figuring out plot since this is mostly story driven.) I really, really loved writing the plot for this one, I took all my prior and very minimal knowledge of playing Halo and CoD to write this one lmao! Pardon if any terminology is wrong in here, this is probably not how one properly cleans a bullet wound tbh I hope you’ll enjoy this though! 

Originally posted by jooneh

When Shownu was drafted for the war, he didn’t realize it would also be the moment he lost most of his humanity, his compassion.

During boot camp he had been notoriously stoic and quiet, but that was just his personality. He was a man of few words and his superiors saw him as something to conquer, to break. For them he was one of those rare challenges that only come every few years and they tried there hardest to make him suffer. Shownu lasted through those three months of hell only because of his pride and sheer will to defy expectations. He couldn’t say he didn’t have his moments where he caved in on himself, what man didn’t have a few though?

They were only humans, not machines.

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Paper-Thin Disguise — Eisuke Ichinomiya (Chapter 7)

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Summary: Despite everything, kings were still human.

Genre:  Romance, Fluff

Pairing:  MC/Eisuke

a/n: HOLY SHIT I FINALLY FINISHED THIS SONOFABITCH AFTER SIX MONTHS;;; legit i had so much damn drafts for this chapter and i hated them all lmao. i thought i was never gonna finish this, and tbh, i was tempted to discontinue this fic because i could not think of what to write….but thanks to you guys for encouraging me :’’)))) I anyhow, I hope you all like this chapter! 

thank you so much to @2bedroom-baddestbidderlove @alolan-lillie for sharing their ideas with me!!! ILYSM

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              Through his wet bangs, he could survey the pandemonium he caused.

              The whole party was in complete disarray with the crowd directing their full, unadulterated attention at his display. From his peripheral vision, he could see the auction managers in the corner of the room, not even disguising their shock at his boldness. In front of him, the socialite was seething. Her nostrils were flared, and her fists were clenched so tightly that he thought her hands would bleed from the sharpness of her manicured nails.

              But unfortunately for them, none of that mattered right now. All he could see was red.

              Someone hurt ____. Someone hurt her because of him. If he wasn’t completely concerned with social protocol, blood would have spilled—and it definitely wouldn’t be his.

              “How dare you, Eisuke Ichinomiya!” she screamed. “Don’t think that I’ll ever do business with you again in this lifetime!”

              “Good. I don’t need connections with a bitch who doesn’t know her place. Now get out of my sight before I call security.”

              Get out before I do something you’ll regret.

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A short Spencer Reid x Reader


Spencer set his messenger bag down on his desk, careful not to spill the coffee in his hands. He had barely sat down when he felt a vibration coming from his pocket. It was a text from you, and he immediately smiled while texting a quick reply. It weren’t the occasional texts, however, that indicated that Spencer had been seeing someone. Earlier this morning, Emily had walked past Spencer on her way to her desk and patted his head. “It’s past your ears again.” Her eyes wandered to the tips of his curls right below his ears. She then noticed something peculiar. A hickey, only slightly covered by his shirt collar.

About fifteen minutes later, the team, all except for Hotch and Rossi, were huddled at Emily’s desk. “I’ll bet $20 it’s been a little longer than a month,” Emily said, careful to notice Spencer’s micro expressions. “Almost two.”

“No way,” Derek said, taking a sip of his coffee. “I say two weeks, give or take.”

Penelope let out a giggle. “Who cares? It’s nice to see the genius so happy.” Derek raised an eyebrow at her, and she pulled out a $20. “Three weeks.”

“C’mon, let’s just ask him,” JJ suggested, already on her way to question her best friend.

“How long?”

“What’s her name?”

“Do we know her?”

“Do you have a picture of her?”

“What’s this about?” Spencer asked, feigning innocence. Penelope smacked his arm.

“You know what,” Penelope said. “If you don’t want to say anything, that’s fine. Just tell me her first name. And last.”

The four stared at him, eager to hear what the doctor had to say. Except, he didn’t say anything. He simply reached for his messenger bag, pulled out a magazine, and held it out. “I wouldn’t have brought this along with me, but believe me when I say that I haven’t gone through it yet.”

Penelope yanked the magazine from his hands and pointed to the front cover. It was a close up shot, hair only partially covering half of your face. You appeared to be wearing a turtleneck. 

“She’s gorgeous, Spence,” JJ commented.

“I know.”

“I hope we get to meet her soon,” Emily added.

“Me too.”

Derek was laughing. He put his hand on Spencer’s shoulder and said, “You might wanna borrow your girlfriend’s turtleneck, pretty boy.”

The girls tried to bite back their laughter. Spencer was genuinely confused until Derek pointed to the area of his neck just below his ear. 

Tag, Your It || Sam Drake x Reader ||

Characters: Sam Drake x Fem!Reader 

Fandom: Uncharted.

Requested: Yes! My first one!! [A request for Sam where you two are good friends, but both have feelings for each other. You’re always flirting and stuff but no one has made a move yet. One day you’re playing lasergun with Nate, elena and Sam, girls against boys. Sam finds you and sneaks up to you from behind, putting his gun to your head and holding you against his chest. But instead of shooting it ends up in a hot make out session. Later interrupted by Nate and elena who are wondering where you are :) xx love your writing!]

Prompt: Taking a break from the treasure hunting business, you, Sam, Nate and Elena all decided to unleash your inner children in a free for all game of Lazer Tag. Given the dark environment years of built up sexual tension between you and Sam finally crumbles down on the both of you. 

Tags: @rafeadderall @missdictatorme @dragonjedihobbit (Message me if you want to be tagged to get notifications of posts!)

Word Count: 1,798

A/N: Lmaooo so I wrote half of this and saved it as a draft but good old tumblr didn’t save it so heck. Y u gotta do me like that tumblr? SEND THROUGH REQUESTS TOO LOVELIESS <3 its also 2 am so i tried to edit it as best as I could but lmao heck/

Cursing under her breath, Y/N had made a break for the barrier, her heart pounding in her chest. It was dark, hard to hear but she knew they weren’t too far behind her. She leant up against the barrier, panting to gradually gather her breath back before jumping back into the action. 

Despite the fact that Y/N was in the centre of a large foam arena and the gun she had in her hand was actual a lazer gun, it was almost as if she was back in Madagascar trying to fend off shoreline mercenary’s or as if she was back in the ruins of Avalon the legendary Island of King Arthur.

The fact was that Y/N, a grown woman and three of her other supposedly more ‘mature’ friends, decided that they’d spend their well deserved break from treasure hunting in an adults arcade filled with games like Lazer tag to fuel their childish needs. 

Once Y/N caught her breath she bounded up and over the barrier just in time to see a silhouetted figure dart around a corner. She smirked and chased down the figure, not holding back the trigger when she rounded the corner herself. The lazer shot beamed from the barrel of the gun and hit directly at the chest plate which lit up and triggered the lights to flick on. 

“This rounds winner, Y/N.” the autoplay system announced, she grinned proudly and bit back a laugh after discovering her victim was Nate. “What can I say, you gotta be sneakier.” She shoved his shoulder and stepped back awaiting for the next rounds instructions. 

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hello rucas friends and family!!! so, after many a conversation between me and @friarlucas​, we basically decided that we never want the rucas fandom to ever die, so we’ve decided to organize (another) rucas fanfiction week!!! we know that there was one just back in august, but it’s never too soon to show rucas some appreciation!!! we haven’t worked out all the details quite yet, but we’re wondering how many people would be interested in participating in something like this. the last one was extremely successful and it was so wonderful to see so many people participating, so we’d love to see that again. because i know, personally, i miss my kids and it would be so amazing to read so many of y’alls wonderful fics!!! 

like i said, we haven’t worked out all the details, but here’s kind of the basic information: 

  • we’re currently planning to have it take place sometime in late may/early june, we know that’s quite a few months away but, considering maggie and i are both students, we’d love to do this over the summer when we’re out of school and can focus more on our writing! 
  • we think we plan on running it from sunday-sunday (much like lucas appreciation week for anyone who participated in that), so their might end up being 8 prompts instead of seven, because you can truly never have too much rucas! 
  • we’ll have a tracked tag that will probably be something like #rucasfanficweek2017 just so we can see all the prompts from this specific week

as for prompts, we’re definitely still working on them, we’re not really sure how we’re going to style the prompts, so we’d love to have some input!! basically, we just really want to know how many people would be interested in something like this and what kind of stuff they’d like to see!! so if you have any questions/comments/concerns/ideas feel free to hit either me or maggie up in our askbox’s!! thank you friends!! 

Awhile ago @littleblue-eyedbird prompted me to do some angsty Solavellan and it sat half finished in my drafts for… a long time lmao So here’s some Solas trying to deal with Wisdom’s death :))

Senna had not known Wisdom long - not nearly as long as Solas seemed to, at least - but the nature of the spirit’s death and the reaction of her friend left her in mourning. It had been several weeks since the incident in the Exalted Plains. Solas disappeared completely. Senna first returned to Skyhold mourning the loss of her friend, only to find when he returned that he had lost part of himself.

She waited to approach him. After he nearly attacked her for trying to follow him when he left the Inquisition, she made more of an effort to respect his desires. Even from afar she saw he was less volatile than when he left, more somber and contemplative. It reminded her of when they returned from Therinfal. There was nothing she despised more than to see him that way.

She did not seek him out, but she did find him one blustery night. As was often the case she couldn’t sleep and instead walked the now familiar paths of Skyhold to calm her thoughts. He was alone - he was almost always alone - and gazing over the Frostbacks.

Senna took a breath.

“Aneth ara,” she greeted with the hint of a question.

Solas glanced over his shoulder, nodded, and said, “Inquisitor.”

Not a welcome, but not a dismissal either. She shuffled closer. “Are you well?”

“I am in good health.” An easy deflection. He did not look at her.

“You know what I mean,” she pressed.

“I …” The small fumble was enough to break his stoic presentation. All at once his shoulders slumped and weariness manifested on his eyes and the tips of his ears. “It is difficult.”

“Solas.” Senna touched his arm. Words sat at the edge of her tongue but none of them could say what she wanted. “Thank you for coming back. You didn’t have to. You could have left entirely and no one would have thought poorly of you.”

After all he suffered she was more amazed he had not left months ago. Solas stared ahead at the mountains and she let her hand drop.

“I wanted to,” he breathed, like a confession of some hidden darkness. “I wanted to find a quiet place, slip into the Fade, and never return. Demons tempt mages with power, wealth, and vengeance, but this is my temptation. I nearly succumbed.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“It would have been irresponsible,” he said firmly. Senna was surprised that was reason enough. “I am most at home in the Fade but there are many things outside it I cherish, things I would lose were I to indulge a desire for ease and comfort. In the long run it would be as much a loss as Wisdom was, perhaps more.”

“And that is enough?” It was not a challenge. She didn’t mean it as one. But his eyes narrowed with quick anger.

“I understand if you doubt my strength, Inquisitor, but I am committed. I will see this through to the end.”

“No, that’s not- after everything I’ve seen you do, I couldn’t doubt you, Solas. I meant that sometimes noble intentions are the hardest to keep in mind. My duty as the Inquisitor is to protect Thedas but, if I am honest, I rarely think of Thedas as a whole. When I am in doubt I do not think about the good I can do for all people. I think about my advisors, my soldiers, my friends … and you. But if a general idea of the future is enough for you, it is enough,” she explained.

“I see.” He wasn’t looking at her again. “Then I find myself in the same position. Though I spoke in general terms, I do have more tangible reasons for continuing my journey in mind.”

She nodded and, finding nothing of worth on her tongue, blurted, “That’s good.”

He said nothing more for a long time. Senna wondered if it would be best to leave but the selfish part of her kept her feet planted. She had missed his company in those long weeks and even in silence she found his presence soothing.

“Thank you, Inquisitor,” he murmured, facing her fully for the first time since his return.

“You’re welcome?”

Solas chuckled. “Grief is a wound that heals with time. I appreciate that you lessened its sting. And - no, it is no matter.”

He seemed to abandon his last thought and Senna let it slide. “I’m glad. I was worried since you started calling me Inquisitor again.”

“Ah, yes.” He made no excuse for it.

“You know I don’t like it,” she pressed amiably, shifting her weight into a relaxed position.

“I-” He stopped, clamped his jaw, and started again, “Ir abelas, Senna. You deserve better from me.”

“You have good reason. After what happened. But you don’t need to suffer alone. If I can help, you know I’m always available to you,” she said.

A somber smile met her words and he did not quite meet her eye. “Thank you. For now I will retire. I’m sure you have a full day ahead tomorrow.”

Senna bid him goodnight, feeling just as distant from him as when she first greeted him. She watched his stiff back disappear into darkness until she was completely alone. Senna pressed her forehead to the cold stone of Skyhold’s wall and let out a long breath. Her chest ached, dark and empty, and she knew she wouldn’t sleep when she returned to her room.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a primer on julien/pl? I'd love to write fic about them, but I just know bits of pieces from your hcs. But they're both so big and soft????

Hey! So when I started writing we’re not here to take part (we’re here to take over), I didn’t think PL/Julien would be more than a one-off pairing that I’d write once for fun, so it’s been thrilling to find that people are interested in them!

So there honestly isn’t much interaction between the two of them, I’m sad to say. They’re friends, and they’ve been teammates a few times, but the part about them together is gonna be fairly short, sorry! I’d love to tell you about them anyway, bc I love them. I’m so sorry for how long this is. This isn’t a primer, this is an essay with pictures.

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Meet me halfway — pt.1

🌕 pairing: Yoongi  ✕ Reader
🌖 genre: I guess kinda angsty for now? :)))
🌗 summary/prompt: “(I) used to be the one you’d come to, when it’d all go to shit.”
🌘 word count: 2,360
🌑 a/n: I wasn’t sure if I wanted to publish this (and I noticed how many months this sat in my drafts thanks to the description of Jimin’s hair lmao) but here we go. It’s inspired by Troye Sivan’s song “The Quiet” (gdi will the day I listen to music without making up a scenario in my head ever come?)

onetwo — three — epilogue

“Y/N! Take your things and go home, it’s starting to rain. I will manage, here,” Jiyoon said, her head popping out from behind the counter only to send you a flying kiss.
You blinked twice, asking yourself if you were starting to see things that weren’t actually there. Jiyoon? Sending a flying kiss? That definitely was odd. She wasn’t the type to be even remotely cheesy, but that said, the day you were about to put in the “to-never-open-again” drawer of your mind had been rough, to say the least.
So you nodded, carefully looking through the tables to see if everything was in place for the next day, and then left the shop.

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anonymous asked:

hey:) im new to the bts army. So far I've been watching bunch of videos about them and like reading anything that can help me get to know them better. What else should I know about them or what types of videos should I watch so I can catch up??? Thx :)

hey there!! welcome to the fandom! its a pretty wild time here but also super fun and i hope you’ve been having a good time with bts so far!! 

bts video and show recs under the cut!!

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