sometimes i think about how these twins

taz: balance character combinations we haven’t discussed enough at all

lup, carey, and killian. can you IMAGINE the chaos. we have no idea what the fuck might happen if they’re all three in a room together. they might have a girl group. they might wear leather jackets and call themselves a gang. there is so much fire and parkour. an incredible, incredible combination.

barry and angus. please. barry is only ONE of angus’s weird, weird sort-of uncles, but they’d get along SO well. barry is a fucking nerd but he has absolutely NO impulse control, and he and angus go hog wild with science projects and school research. barry is his guy if he just wants to see something blow up.

barry and angus AND kravitz. THREE nerds. the world’s most chaotic and yet somehow simultaneously nerdy book club. they make a day of it, with forts and snacks and alternate-universe timetravel theories they have about the real canon of caleb cleveland kid cop. VERY good.

mavis, mookie, and magnus. he’s obviously the cool uncle we all deserve. he shows up to bottlenose cove with 800 gifts he made himself and 6 huge fluffy dogs, shows mookie how to throw an axe around, sprints down the beach with him giggling like a 12 year old. tells mavis all about the adventures of the tres horny boys, boasts merle up big time. he gets sad when he leaves because he thinks about the kids he would’ve had with julia. very good energy.

ren and kravitz. please. they have tea together every week and gossip. i need it. i’d like to think they invite barry sometimes. not the twins, though. it’s a gossip/talk about their love for the twins date.

thanks for coming to my ted talk please add more if u think of any

Where We Belong

Title: Where We Belong

Summary: Sometimes one little moment can change everything…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1370

Warnings: Um, lemme think. A smudge of angst and a very brief mention on nigthmares in the beginning. And then it’s all fluff. Fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff and fluff. Okay. I’ll shut up now.

Author’s Note: So, this oneshot that was supposed to be a drabble (I tried, I swear) was inspired by a conversation I had with my twin about how cute Dean looks in the gif below (it’s not even surprising at this point, I know.) Anyway, the story took a life of its own after that. 

So. Enjoy <3

(Gif used is not mine. You can find it right here.)

It’s a habit really.

One of those stupid little routines you can’t and don’t really want to quit, although it’s a bit more substantial than drinking coffee at midnight or always reading your favorite book with a cup of hot chocolate nearby.

It started a few of months ago, after you and the Winchesters had returned from a nasty vampire hunt in New Orleans, and it’s been happening ever since, but neither you or Dean ever talk about it and Sam probably doesn’t even know.

That’s not what matters though.

What really matters is that Dean Winchester has nightmares.

It’s been going on for years, the ordeals coming and going in the stillness of the night without warning. If he’s lucky, they’re just a few horrible pictures that vanish as soon as he opens his eyes, but if not, then they take him away with them, drown him in tides of loss and despair and leave him so broken that you find it hard to put the fragments back together without missing a piece afterwards.

Most of the times, he comes to you. He shuffles through the hallway quietly and leans against your door, waiting for even breaths and youthful smiles. When he’s sure you’re asleep, he gently climbs into the covers and wraps his arms around you, lips on your forehead in a warm kiss, while words like G’night, sweetheart and Thank God you’re okay, kid make their way into the duskiness of the room.

Sometimes though, the creaky sound of the door and the light padding wakes you up the moment he gets inside. These are the nights Dean will look at you like a puppy caught doing something it wasn’t supposed to and murmur a flustered apology, gaze drifting from your eyes to the floor until you tell him to shut up and c’mere already, pulling him to you. And when you curl up next to his side, body pressed against his firmly, all of his apologies and all of his reticence go away.

But then, there are nights like tonight, nights when you’re the one that tiptoes to his bedroom in silence –just to make sure he’s okay.

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nicky hemmick masterlist (fave moments/most heart wrenching for me bolded)
  • Nicholas Hemmick was the only one who looked genuinely happy to see Neil, and he stepped up to the curb at Neil’s approach.
  • “If you take  German as your elective here, just let me know and  I’ll tutor you. I’m good with my tongue.”
  • “That’s not okay.” Neil said, pointing at the door. “That’s nothing.” Nicky said. Neil caught his arm as Nicky passed and hauled him to a stop. “Don’t let him get away with things like that.” Nicky considered him for a moment, his smile fading into something small and tired. 
  • He smiled when he saw Neil. “Hey stranger,”  Nicky said. “What did you think of Matt?” “He seems fine,” Neil said, not slowing on his way by. “He is fine,” Nicky called after him with a laugh. 
  • “I’m not willing to give up on them yet. I want to fix this.”
  • Surprisingly, it was Nicky who found the strength to cross the room toward her. He crouched in front of her, moving slow like he thought she’d run off if he startled her, and gazed up into her face. “Hey,” Nicky said, soft and nice like the two of them hadn’t spent all summer cutting each other down on the court. “Is there anything we can do?”
  • Neil expected him to fall, but Nicky slung an arm around Andrew’s shoulders and yanked Andrew close to him. It let him take some of Andrew’s weight without it being too obvious what he was doing. Andrew looked ready to say something about the unasked-for help, but Nicky didn’t give him a chance to argue. He pumped his fist and whooped. “That was awesome! We are going to own this season!”
  • “Kid, you’re killing me,” Nicky said. “Why do you always get that deer-in-headlights look when someone does something nice for you?”
  • “I can’t.” It was too ragged and too honest, but Neil couldn’t help it. If he didn’t get rid of that phone he was going to be sick. “Nicky, I-” “Okay, okay,” Nicky said, taking Neil’s hand in both of his. “We’ll figure it out.”
  • “You’re family, so i can tell you”
  • “I thought I could show Aaron and Andrew how to be brothers again. And I’m not giving up.”
  • “I thought God abandoned me; sometimes I thought I failed Him. Halfway through my junior year I started thinking about suicide.”
  • “Erik Klose,” Nicky said, sounding it out like he was saying it for the first time. “He taught me to believe in myself. He showed me how to balance my faith and my sexuality, and he made me okay again. I know it sounds dramatic, but he saved my life.”
  • It could have been the most awkward dinner in the world if not for Nicky. Nicky hated how isolated the twins were and was desperate to make friends with the rest of the team. It was as if he’d developed a sudden allergy to silence. Any time the conversation started to slow he threw out another topic to salvage it.
  • Nicky cradled Andrew’s face in his hands. 
  • Nicky trudged across the room and sank into one of the empty chairs. He dropped his phone on the table and buried his face in his hands. Abby slid into the seat beside him and wound an arm around his shoulders.  Nicky leaned against her but said nothing else. 
  • Nicky caught hold of Matt’s wrist instead. “Thank you,” Nicky said, quiet but fervent. “I don’t know why you did it, but–thanks.”
  • Nicky reached out and scrubbed a gloved hand through Neil’s hair. “You are going to be the absolute death of me,” Nicky said. “Yeah, kid. We’re friends. You’re stuck with us, like it or not.”
  • “It’s not really about the food. It’s about family. Not necessarily the one we were born with, but the one we chose. This one,” Nicky emphasized, gesturing between them. “The people we trust to be part of our lives. The people we care about.”
  • Nicky, on the other hand, looked absolutely crushed as he took in Neil’s wrecked appearance. He reached out as soon as Neil was close enough and wrapped his hand around the back of Neil’s head. Nicky was tense as stone but the long breath he let out was shaky. “Oh, Neil,” he said in a choked voice. 
  • He could hear pain in his voice, thick enough to slur his words. Nicky looked stricken with guilt. “I can’t yet.” “I’m sorry,” Nicky said. “I didn’t–I wasn’t thinking. Here, here. Let me. I’ve got it.”
  • Nicky was too afraid to go after Andrew, so he slowly dropped to his knees and slid a hand across the asphalt. He curled his fingers around Allison’s and gave her hand a tight squeeze. 
  • Nicky blew them a kiss when he was handed his red card. 
  • “We’re such hot shit sometimes!”
  • Nicky was a disconsolate mess near the window
  • “A dashboard lighter.” He winced at the awful sound Nicky made. 
  • “You can’t have him,” Nicky said. “He belongs with us.”
  • “Neil or Nathaniel or whoever,” Nicky said. “He’s ours, and we’re not letting him go. You want us to vote on it or something? Be you it’ll be unanimous.”
  • “As a family.” Nicky attempted a smile. It was weak but it was encouraging.
Vanilla Sex// Ethan Dolan Imagine +


A/N: Hey what up I’m not dead! Sorry for being MIA on this account, school has been so stressful and I completely abandoned my tumblr account. I’m back now though! 


Smut creds to: @smokedluh


Your day was exhausting as you had such a hard day at work.All you wanted to do was go to your boyfriend of a year and cuddle up next to him as the two of you talked about your day. The twins and Jack were all currently at the warehouse recording a video for the week. Ethan was always at the warehouse and it has technically become your second home. 

You decided that instead of going home and waiting for him to get there, you would go over to the warehouse and surprise him. Parking the car by the door entrance you turned your car off and stepped out. Using the copy that Ethan gave you many months ago you opened the door and quietly stepped in. As you approached the kitchen you could hear all four of the boys booming voices echoing through the thin walls. 

As you got closer to them you could clearly hear everything they were saying. 

“How are things with Y/N?” You heard Jack ask your boyfriend. 

Curiosity filed your body so instead of going in and interrupting them you pressed yourself against the wall and eavesdropped on them. 

“Things are going great man, It’s just that….you know what never mind.” Ethan trailed off as he shook his head dismissing whatever he was about to say. Mentally you urged the boys to ask him what was on his mind because you wanted to know what he was going to say. 

“What? Just say it bro we aren’t going to judge you.” Grayson urged his twin as he was curious himself on knowing what he could possibly say. All he received was utter silence from Ethan. 

At this point a lot of thoughts were crossing through your mind. Did he not love you anymore? Did you do something to annoy him? Does he not like my curves? Was I too much for him? All of this was silenced with the comment he made next. 

“It’s the sex man. I mean don’t get me wrong we have amazing sex but it’s all vanilla you know?” He shrugged while the boys hummed in agreement. 

This hurt you because you always thought that the sex was fine. You never thought that he hated the most intimate part of your relationship so much. 

“Talk to her about it. Sometimes girl have this freaky side to them that you don’t know about until you ask for more,” Jack suggested to your boyfriend and you nodded your head agreeing with him. Ethan should just grow a pair and tell you about how he felt instead of telling his twin and friend about it first. 

“I don’t want to hurt her feelings though. Like i said before it’s not bad. I just think its boring to do the same thing over and over again all the time. I just wish we added something new to our sex lives.” He replied back. 

This was when you had enough of listening in on their conversation. Stepping away from the wall you walked right out of the warehouse and drove right to the mall to buy a few things. 

You were ready to show Ethan a side to you that you were always afraid to show him. 

You stared at your reflection in the mirror as you fluffed up your hair one last time. You knew Ethan would be home any minute. The red two piece lingerie hugged your curves perfectly. The bra was a mesh red bra with only a thin material covering the nipple. The red thong rested perfectly on the curve of your hips while hiding your heat away from Ethan’s view. You loved how sexy it made you feel and you were positive that Ethan would love it as well. 

The lights were dimmed and candles were scattered around the room filling it with a vanilla scent. You purposely chose that smell to remind Ethan that you weren’t all vanilla. 

Hearing the front door open you quickly ran over to the king sized bed and kneeled on the sheets. 

“Baby what’s-damn,” he gasped out as his eyes widened at the site of you having your legs spread open as you sat on the bed. 

“Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you what’s going on?” You flirted while spreading your legs fully open allowing him to slide his body through them. Lying down on the bed as Ethan’s muscular bod hovered above you. You felt your heart rate pick up nervous on how he would react to your actions. 

“I can’t wait to rip this off of you,” Ethan whispered into your ear as his hands ran down your body resting on the curve of your hips. You felt his hands slide under the thing material of the thong and lightly pinch your skin. 

Smirking up at your boyfriend you decided that now would be a great time to tease him. Ghosting your lips over his you lower your hand down and lightly press your palm on his hardening cock. 

Attaching your lips to his neck, you lick and suck his sweet spot. 

You hear a light moan escape his lips making you heat grow, now soaking your panties. 

“Fuck if you don’t let me do something soon I’m going to ruin you,” Ethan moaned out as he lightly bit your shoulder. 

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” you smirked as you took your hand away from where he needed you most and quickly flipped him around. Now you were straddling him with your hands resting on his chest. You were dominating him and he loved it.  

He peers over your arm, and his hands quickly rest on your ass, giving it a hard smack. His favorite thing on you was and you quote “your fat ass.” 

Jumping forward a little at the contact, you grind slowly on his crotch watching him squirm under you.

 “Stop teasing.” he groans, but it was no use because you loved seeing him all vulnerable under your touch. 

 You continued to slowly grind onto his crotch, sometimes pressing down a little creating a pleasuring pressure for him.

His hands roam your entire body as he tries to touch you and as much as you love it you decided that tonight he wouldn’t be allowed to touch you for a while. 

“Tonight’s gonna be a little different.” you say as you push his hands above his head and the other reaching for bag of things you bought today. 

“You can pick what you wanna use first.” you say biting your lip seductively at your bewildered boyfriend. 

 Leaning up, he started rummaging through the bag, his eyes occasionally widening at the sight of the stuff in there. 

Pulling out a blue vibrator, he quickly flips you over sucking on your neck, making sure to leave a trail of hickeys. 

 Sighing, you wrap your hands around the back of his neck, tugging at the napes of his hair. He grabs both hands and holds them above your head, not stopping his actions. “Mmm, that’s what the handcuffs are for.” you say while looking up at him with lust filled eyes.

 “I’ll use those later.” He says smirking up at you as his hands trail down your body creating goosebumps all around your skin. Getting down to your panties, he lifts them down agonizingly slow.

 “You’re always so wet for me Y/N.” he moans as he stares at your throbbing clit all wet and ready for him. 

 “All for you baby.” you smirk with your eyes staring at him begging for him to touch you already.

 Gasping as his lips close around your clit you begin to feel his tongue licking stripes up and down. Your toes curl at the vast pleasure coursing through your body as he eats you out. Your breathing grows heavy as you let out a loud moan while tugging at the top of his hair begging for more. 

 He busts out with his tricks; drawing patterns, figure 8’s, you name it he was doing it. 

“Fuck E, just like that.” you moan licking your bottom lip that’s was now becoming dry. Ethan knew your body like no other, and he knew what to do to get you squirming and coming under his touch in seconds, but tonight. Tonight I could tell he wanted to take his time, enjoy it and tease you. 

Soon you felt cold as his lips pulled out from you. You groan missing his pleasuring tongue but you knew it would soon be replaced by his huge cock that would make you orgasm in the best way possible. 

Getting the vibrator, he slowly enters the vibrator in you, pushing it in out and slowly. After a few moments of that, he turns up the setting to medium, making you jolt from the pleasure. 

“Shit!” you moan while fisting the sheets into your hand not used to the feeling of the vibration inside your body. 

He soon starts thrusting the vibrator faster and faster inside of you hitting your g-spot perfectly as he does so. 

Your stomach begins to tighten letting you know that you were about to cum. 

“You like that Y/N?” He whispers in my ear while his empty hand reaches up to your boob and gives it a tight squeeze. 

He soon decided to turn it up to the highest speed, causing you to scream out looking down at his hands and seeing the vibrator soaked in your juices. 

“I’m gonna cum baby.” you warn while wrapping your legs around his back. 

“Nothings stopping you Y/N,” he moans out as he peppers kissing on the top of your boob that has yet to be taken out of the tight bra. 

Curses and pants leave your mouth as you orgasm washes over your body. Ethan stills his movements but leaves the vibrator in you until he sees that you have gone down from your high. 

“Not done with you yet.” He smirks while pulling off his sweatpants revealing the outline of his hard dick.  Sitting up, you get on your knees and grab the hem of his underwear, You pull his underwear down, his erection slapped on his stomach, leaking with pre-cum. The sight made your mouth water. 

Putting it to your mouth, he taps the tip on your lips wanting to have your lips around him immediately. 

“Suck.” He demands. Obeying, you take him in your mouth sucking at the tip until you get halfway down not being able to take the rest in. 

Wrapping your hand around whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth you begin to pump him. 

Spit falls from your mouth and onto your chest as you bob your head on his cock back and forth. 

“Just like that Y/N.” he groans while tangling his hands in your hair tugging when his body would be filled with extreme pleasure. 

 Looking up at him innocently, you take him all the way in your mouth until he hits the back of my throat. You knew he loved seeing you do that. 

“Fuck.” He says under his breath. “Can i mouth fuck you?” He asks with a pant.  Even during things like this, he was so polite always asking you before doing something to make sure you were okay with it. 

 Humming yes on his dick, he jerks a little, the vibrations doing something to him. Grabbing your hair, he thrusts his dick inside your mouth at a fast pace, his dick hitting the back of my throat every time. 

He twitches inside your mouth before pulling out. “Why’d you stop?” you ask with a hoarse voice.

 “Don’t wanna cum just yet.” He says flipping you over onto my stomach. Grabbing the handcuffs, he cuffs one on your wrist and the other to the top of the bedpost. Gasping as you feel his tip lightly brush your throbbing clit you tilt your head back to look at him. 

You soon feel him fully thrust into you, not giving you enough time to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck.” you moan lowly while pressing your face into the pillow loving him being inside of you. 

He starts to thrusts at a regular pace, like he usually does before things really get heated. After a few moments of his normal paced thrusts, he grips my hips and starts to thrust faster. 

“You’re so fucking tight baby.” He says loud enough for both of us to hear. “Fuck baby maybe stretch me out with those big fingers of yours next time.” You moan out as he starts to hit your g-spot. 

Moans erupt from your throat and occasional screams when he plays with your breast. 

 Groans and swear words leave Ethan’s lips, before one hand leaves your hips and goes into your hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling it a little.

 “You like it when I pull your hair? Hm, you like it when I fuck you hard and rough?” He asks in your ear. 

Ethan was fucking me so good, I couldn’t even give a response until he tugged my hair harder. “Answer me.” He says in a demanding tone. 

“Y-yes! Yes, Ethan keep fucking me like that.” you moan out as you feel his thrust getting painfully slow. 

Ethan stops his actions, before thrusting deep inside of you, so deep that he was hitting your g-spot at a perfect angle.

 “Holy-oh my gosh please don’t stop, E.” You whimper.

 Only sounds that could be heard were our moans and our skin slapping together and gosh you hoped Grayson wouldn’t be home anytime soon. 

 You never wanted this to end, but you knew that it would soon end because you felt that familiar tight bundle at the bottom of your stomach. 

“Wait, stop.“ you say and you soon feel him stop all his movements and pulling out of you. 

“Why, what’s wrong?” He asks concerned at the thought that he was doing something you didn’t want. 

 Grabbing the key off the nightstand, you unlock the cuffs before turning around to face your sweaty and worried boyfriend.   

Laying on your back, he repositions himself to your opening. “You okay now?” He asks. 

“Yeah, but one more thing.” you say going for the kill. “What is it?” He ask while furrowing his eyebrows.

 “I want you to choke me while you fuck me.” you say while biting your lip nervously. Smirking, he thrusts back inside while his hands snake around your neck. 

Smiling into it, your mouth forms into an ‘O’, as he continues his deep, hard thrusts. 

“Fuck.Yes.” I moan with each thrusts. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He says before moving down to my neck, kissing it tenderly. 

Intertwining our fingers, he whimper and groans into your neck as you both cum together. 

“Holy- fuck Ethan!” you moan out as you cum out for the second time that night. 

 Pants and moans leave your mouth as your second orgasm comes down. Rolling over, his chest heaves up and down before he starts to cuddle you from behind.

 “Best sex ever.” He mumbles into your hair as he presses a tender kiss on top of it. 

 “You still think our sex’s vanilla?” you ask feeling slightly insecure about your sex life. 

You feel him tense up behind you and he quickly sits up looking down at you with a guilty expression. 

 “You heard?” He asks you as he runs his hand through his hair. 

 “Yeah.” you say in a sad tone while sitting up and staring at your hands. 

 “Y/N, I’m sorry.” He says quickly apologizing feeling extremely guilty for talking about it with the boys. 

“It’s okay…..but why didn’t you tell me about it? Why go to the boys first?” You ask turning around to face him wanting to know why he did that.

 “I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Next time I’ll say something, I promise. I know it was really shitty of me to go to the boys first and not tell you about it.” He says kissing your forehead. 

 “I mean I’ve always had a inner freak in me. If you would have asked I would have shown you sooner.” you tease while giggling at your boyfriends expression. 

“I know.” He smirks while capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

 “I love you.” you say once you pull away from his kiss.  “ I love you too.” He says planting a quick kiss to your lips before pulling up into him and lying down on the bed. You rested on top of him your lips both on either side of his lips and your head resting perfectly on his naked chest. 

“I just realized we never took this off the entire night,” Ethan mumbles while pulling at the strap of your bra. 

“Oh yeah,” you mumble while sitting up and reaching behind you. Quickly snapping the bra off you slide it down your shoulders and threw the bra behind you. Before you could lay back down to cuddle Ethan you felt his hands cup both your boobs lightly grazing your nipple. 

“Round two?” He smirks up at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Thought you would never ask,” you smirk back before pushing him back down and bringing him into a passionate kiss. 

Originally posted by tuesdaygirl8055

Small Steps

           Some days it’s really hard for me just to get going in the morning. It can feel like the weight of the world is sitting on my chest or like it will take hours and hours of torturous work to get anything accomplished at all. Learning to work in small steps has helped me through a lot of those days, and, I personally believe, has helped minimize them a little. Your own mind can be one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to overcome in life, so let’s have a discussion about productivity.

           Productivity is relative. It depends on how much you’ve been doing lately, what activities you count as being productive, and just on your perspective of it in general. Sometimes we think we’re breaking productivity into smaller, more realistic chunks when we aren’t. My twin sister and I try to use the following method on these hard days:

Think about the smallest next step possible and handle it. Then move on to the next one.

This does not mean having a lot to do and crossing each large task off the list as you go. This does not mean breaking a huge project down into four chunks and getting one done at a time. Small steps = the smallest step possible.


Small step- Sit down

Small step- Open your backpack

Small step- Take out your planner

Small step- Open your planner

Small step- Look at your to-do list

Small step- pick one to-do item

Small step- Take out materials for that activity

You see what I mean? Each of those small steps is incredibly easy, but momentum is the concept we’re looking for. On hard days, easy things can feel difficult. Breaking it down into a thousand little pieces makes it easier to digest. One small piece at a time. Nothing more.

:), Notebook Nerd

The Glow of a New Sun: Part IV


The cool water was a balm from the midday sun of early summer. Cassian was tempted to take his clothes off and fully submerge himself. But decided that the day had too many scenes and at the moment did not want to add “public nudity” to the list.

“How’s your back? I know heat can make it-”

“It’s fine, Cassian.” Nesta mumbled, toying with the coarse twine bow and allowing her toes to graze the surface of the river. Her burns were the last thing she cared about.

He watched intently as she placed the gift in the small space between their legs. Closing her eyes, she dipped her feet in and gasped at the soothing temperature.

“That never ceases to amaze me, you know.” Cassian picked up the gift, but did not take his eyes from her. “I think sometimes you forget how strong you are. How much you’ve overcome.”

Her jaw flexed at his words. Without long hair to hide behind, he could see her every expression- could see the subtle shine of the burn just above her jawline. There was an exact twin of it on the other side of her face, though barely noticeable because time and friends were kind enough to heal her. If you knew where to look and what to look for, you could see them in certain lighting.

“Into the pond. Alone. Every day, twice a day. Until I no longer ran away screaming.” She splashed a foot down. “I don’t know how Helion could stand to have me as a guest.”

“I don’t know where to begin with that.” Cassian splashed his foot down. “Either, ‘Helion ought to be used to people running away screaming,’ or, ‘I’ve heard that Helion likes screamers.’”

Nesta grunted at the poor attempt of a joke, pointed her feet in his direction, and splashed so that his entire front became soaked. That was a sight she appreciated. A distraction she welcomed.

Cassian- her mate whose scent she carried and who carried her own- her mate who was the most beautiful man she would ever know- her mate who loved her in ways that melted her ice… Her mate who wore a white shirt that was now soaked.

Cassian- her mate who was shaking his head at her. “You’re everywhere, Nes. Don’t tell me it’s the hormones because I can feel the difference. I don’t have to be daemati to know what Rhys knew as well.” He held out his arms. “Come here. We’ll sit together. Close your eyes and focus.”

He was gorgeous and he was right. And she knew there was no fooling him. She wouldn’t risk bursting. Not with the risks that would pose… So she allowed Cassian to wrap himself around her despite the heat. His legs on either side of her’s. His hands overlapping her own that rested on the growing belly.


“Tell me. Talk to me.” He pleaded softly. They had done this enough times through the years that no audience formed at the sight. “Close your eyes and tell me everything.”

“I’m so happy.” She stroked his thumbs with her own, attempting to reassure. “I feel crazy, though. Right now I feel like I’m in the skies. But I can feel you with me.”

Kissing the back of her curly head, he began the routine they hadn’t done in quite a while. He hoped it wouldn’t end the way it usually did. “You’re not crazy. You’re not in the skies. We’re on the ground. We’re with family. We’re together. You’re going to have a baby, Nesta. You’re going to have our baby.”

Nesta’s body quaked as she sobbed. “I can feel him! He’s here, too.”

“In the skies?”

“And over the hills. And far away.” Her hands moved and clenched his thighs as though she was physically anchoring herself.

“That was a long time ago, sweetheart. A long time.” He continued his kisses to trail down her neck and along her shoulders. Reminding her where she was and that she was loved. And that she needed to come back.

From a distance, Rhys and Feyre kept their eyes, both physical and mental, focused on Cassian and Nesta. They where there when it happened.

“I’m having a baby. I’m going to protect it.” Nesta laughed as she cried. Cassian knew that voice. The voice that meant she was talking to Him.

“You are having a baby. And it’s strong and it’s healthy and you love it so much already. You can’t wait to meet them.“ He cleared his throat and spoke clearly into her ear. “You’re on the ground. You’re by the river near your home. You’re with me- with Cassian. And you want to be here with me.”

“But I-” Her body convulsed.

“Come back to me. You want to come back to me now.” She always left her gates open too long for Him. As though she was going to rip him from memory take Him back with her.

No response. Rhys and Feyre moved in. Prepared for anything.

In a voice as low as a whisper but rang as loud as thunder, Cassian promised, “I’ll tell you the story if that’s what it takes to bring you back.“


Nesta’s eyes widened. The promise that he never had to cash in- and hoped he would never have to- always brought her from the past.

Swallowing sobs, she leaned her body into her mate’s and tried to match his steady breathing. He held her close and guided her hands with his own to feel her belly to remind her that they were in one of their, “next lives.” That she was safe, he was safe, and their future was safe.

After minutes of silence- other than the sound of Cassian’s lips tenderly making contact with her skin- she choked, “I think- I think I want to open the present now. It’s time.”

“If that’s what you want.” Cassian fought back his own tears. He would be strong for her. “We’ll do it together.”

“And then I want to talk about him.”

Cassian shivered at the thought, but repeated himself. “If that’s what you want. We’ll do it together.”

anonymous asked:

So what if during Obi Wan's mission with Satine they come across like an orphan child or something and like take care of it for a bit. It's just they're both such parents. And I think they would find it so sweet to see the other act all maternal or paternal. Could you draw something like that?

also for @dyingroses​ who sent me a similar request…

(not sure if you sent it on and off anon or if you and this anon are just brain twins or what lol)

I got thinking about how cute a little Zygerrian would be…

and may have gotten carried away

as I do sometimes.

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anonymous asked:

Who are people you ship Lee Jordan? What headcanons do you have for them?

lemme tell ya about how much i love Fred x Lee my sweet sweet anon:

- so Fred George met Lee clearly on their first day of hogwarts. 

- at the Gryffindor table right after the sorting Fred and George come and sit on either side of lee and introduce themselves with identical grins and then start with the witty banter (and making fun of percy)

- Lee is sitting there laughing the whole time (and feeling really special that these two larger than life non-stop people have decided that he is gonna be their friend)

- on the first night at Hogwarts they are all super buzzed cause W o W there is a whole freaking castle to explore and because of that there must be a heck load of mischief to get up to

- in their first class they bust in late all three of them: Fred with an (apparently) apologetic grin, George with a terribly repressed smirk and Lee with a crooked smile 

- (this is one of the only times they get away with it because ‘we are so sorry sir we got lost’ can actually be believable when it hasn’t been used every day of the week before) 

- within the week Lee can tell the twins apart (finally there was to be no more “haha we gotcha i’m actually Fred”) 

- basically their friendship keeps growing and growing as friendships do 

- then one day someone asks Lee how he’s so good at telling the twins apart and he stops and thinks for a second cause really he can’t quite put his finger on it

- he tries to explain the subtle differences in appearance to the person inquiring but he’s distracted by how they both ‘feel’ different 

- George was like squinted eyes of concentration,and burst of laughter, and being always prepared to either hug you or kill someone for you 

- and Fred was (wow) Fred was just completely different he was fast and passionate talk (that would always make butterflies erupt in Lee’s stomach), and prideful ‘dare me to’ eyes (that always made Lee’s heart lurch), and utter faithfulness, the kind of person you would trust with your life (which Lee obviously would without hesitation) 

- and shit was Lee in love with his best friend? (one of them anyway)

- then later that week in the common room Fred is sitting there staring at Lee’s hands (cause gosh they are gorgeous) and he decides it’s about time that he talks about this mega crush cause it’s eating him alive and cause it’s the Fred Weasley thing to dive head first into everything he says “hey Georgie, mate, ever think you might have a semi-thing for Lee? cause ya know I’d relate.” 

- George doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing to respond “mate, I don’t but I freaking know you do” completely chill about it (even though inside he is screaming ‘FINALLY’ and is super happy cause he knew all of last’s weeks talks about Lee’s love life and offering to find him a quality love interest the week before had perhaps kicked Fred’s sorry ass into a realisation about his feelings) 

- at first Fred is all like ‘why didn’t you say something?’ and then ‘wait.. George do you think he likes me back?’

- and George sighs the biggest sigh and gives Fred the most deadpan, tired look and says “of freaking course he does and in fact i’m getting bloody sick of the two of you pretending like you’re not utterly head over heels for each other so please, brother dear for the sake of, what’s left of, my sanity - piss off and do something about it.” 

- Fred just stares for a moment at George, then summons his courage (cause if he’s gonna ask out Lee it’s gonna be smooth), and walks over to Lee who is trying to actually do his transfiguration homework (and because of that he has to be located a strategic few feet away from the twins) 

- Lee sees Fred coming out of the corner of his eye and his stomach erupts (as usual) and he thinks okay today I’m gonna tell him cause I’m damned sick of all of this, he properly looks up from his essay when Fred sits down on the couch beside him and is met with a pointed smirk from the red-head

-”hey Lee, do you think I’m cute?” and Lee is like well this is not what I was expecting (and of course I think you are cute are you crazy?), but frick how do I respond to this, and then he catches a glimpse at George doing frantic miming that seemed to heavily involve a heart shape and kissy faces and Lee thinks what the hell (sure as hell hoping George doesn’t think that it’s some kind of joke)

- “Actually Fred I’ve always thought of you as some one who was more.. unbelievably sexy.” 

- Fred almost blows his smooth demeanor with a mixture of laughter and shock (and also sheer giddiness cause - Lee thinks he’s sexy!?) 

- “Wow… um, good, so since we got that cleared up, did you want to maybe go out on a date sometime?” 

- and of course Lee says yes 

- and of course they celebrate with a kiss (which seriously was worth the wait but also at the same time not at all cause as Fred will often point out they had wasted a lot of time not-kissing when they were ‘just friends’) 

- and of course after they kiss Fred returns to his twin a little pink in the face with the widest grin and says “Hey Georgie. Just saying - Lee thinks I’m the better looking twin.”

(and I got fully carried away and could write another entire thing about how they are freaking adorable in a relationship but I shall stop (for now…))

Looking at the gif and photo sets of DougieCoop eating his slice of cake while Janey-E asks if he finds her attractive…yes, it’s funny and sweet and blah blah blah. But it also makes the sex scene that follows even worse. He’s not even parroting her back the way he sometimes does - he has zero interest in her whatsoever. He just wants his damn cake. I mean, it basically implies she just dragged him off to the bedroom.

Seriously, if the genders were reversed in that scene nobody would be laughing or talking about how funny it was. The more I think about it, the worse it gets.

Untitled RPF

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Word Count: 973


A/N: So I thought of this and decided to write it. if y’all want more, let me know! Also if you can think of a name for this fic, the credit’s all yours.

I have decided to title this Asphalt Saviors. Follow the tags “Asphalt Saviors“ or “AS series“ for more!

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#45 [Adam Cole]

Requested, #45: “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.” from here.

@superkixbaybay @hiitsmecharlie @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @valeonmars @bulletbaybay

It was day four of being medicated to treat a nasty case of bronchitis. While the z-pack of antibiotics hadn’t yielded any side effects, the codeine cough syrup certainly had. For some reason, that particular medicine was causing your sleep time to become, you guessed, what an acid trip felt like.

The first night you’d found yourself dream-working in an underground department store, where sharks and fishes shopped as though they were humans, and paid in seashells.

A nap had yielded a very vivid experience of being a horse-back jumping champion, where you were apparently Russian, and almost disqualified from the Olympics for using a certain type of hand lotion which was banned.

The second night brought you the vision of going for a midnight snack in your house, only to open the fridge to the pickles putting on a cabaret-type show. Dream-you had applauded them and closed the fridge as their curtain call.

After that, you’d taken a break from the medicine. While the dreams had been funny to recall, you didn’t like waking up feeling confused and still as sick as before.

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anonymous asked:

What’s a twin flame?

this is going to be in my own words but,

your twin flame is their own person, their own soul, who mirrors you as a person and soul. they will mirror back your darkest parts and your lightest too. they are literally what “yin and yang”  is in a way. it’s complementary. it’s not even two half pieces fit together and make whole, it’s more like… two whole pieces fit together and make something even bigger than both of them ever realized.

because you’re essentially the same at the core, you will reveal a lot about each other. the good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly, and your dynamic together will experience that too. they trigger a lot of realization about yourself and life in general and you learn the most about yourself and the world because of them and the relationship. they make you think things in ways you never have before, feel things you never have before. not saying this is all things that are good… because it isn’t. with my twin flame sometimes i feel like it’s best to just give up and when i decide that we both come back to each other one way or another.

there is no coincidences with twin flames. it often happens for a reason, for a greater purpose. whether it be situations or decisions, incidents or moments. you two have a connection that is hard to explain and understand for others especially even yourself. for me i can feel my twin’s energy and emotions, whether we’re separated or not. my twin felt a lot of deja vu when we were together. 

your love for your twin flame is also deeper than romantic love. it’s very unconditional. its a lot that’s so deep you feel it on different levels and mediums. a lot of times one twin is more mature or “awakened” and the other has to learn on their own, or with their twin (depending on the circumstance) my twin always felt that unconditional love that was more than romantic, and i was fixated on the romance. i really learned what it’s like to love and be loved unconditionally, for the sake of loving, with no expectations just because you want to love. 

you have no ego with them. it’s really raw. you both expose yourselves and each other EVERYTHING you usually can’t or couldn’t with anyone. it’s really complicated and sometimes insanely heartbreaking and painful. but also enlightening and beautiful. it’s all about perspective at the end of the day, the twin flame relationship is so intense and deep you’ll feel, think, learn, change a lot because of it. 

some pages i like that explain a twin flame, the relationship, its dynamic (bolded are my favorites)

fietje07  asked:

Drabble challenge Sherlolly. Can I have #12, 44 and 67? Thanks a million

List is here. This is the last one in my drafts, one less set of prompts to fill, huzzah!

12. “I’m pregnant.”

44.  “Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

67.  “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

A Life Backwards  

It was their favorite story, the one about themselves - all the hows and whys and wheres of their earliest existence (less the bit about how they were conceived - no matter how inquisitive, mature-for-their-age and intelligent the Holmes twins were, that was one story neither parent woud ever tell and one they actually had no interest in hearing). Best of all was how both Mum and Dad had their own ways of telling it, so that even though it was the same in the facts, it was endlessly changing in the details.

Especially once Dad started challenging them to ask for it in different ways and not just as a straight retelling.

“Tell it in sign language,” Hamish and Hester chorused once when they were three. “Tell it in French,” the demanded when they were four and bored. “Tell it on paper in the Dancing Men code” had been their request at five. And now, at six, it was “Tell it backward.”

Molly settled on the sofa next to her husband, holding baby Gregory and smiling, just as interested to hear this version as the twins were. He laid an arm across her shoulder, kissed Gregory’s head (cauinsg the baby’s forehead to wrinkle up and his little lips to purse, even in his sleep), and pretended to go into his mind palace to rearrange the facts.

“Your mother asked me how you both looked, since the nurse and doctor had bustled you off to drain out the mucus you’d decided to hoard in your lungs,” he began, eyes sparkling. “I, being utterly in control as always…” Here he widened his eyes in mock-innocence while wife and sprogs giggled. “…blurted out the first thing that came to mind.”

“He said you looked like a couple of turnips,” Molly supplied helpfully. It was hardly spoiling things when the story’d been told so many times.

“Nasty old wrinkly turnips,” Hamish added gleefully from where he was sprawled out on the carpet. He elbowed his sister. “She did, anyway, cause she’s ancient compared to me.”

Hester was three minutes older than he was and never misssed a chance to remind him of that. Just as he never missed a chance to prod her about being an old lady. Ah, the joys of siblinghood.

“Yup, turnips,” Sherlock replied equably. “Purple, moldy-looking turnips that had been kept in the vegetable drawer too long. But,” he added with a dramatic sigh, “your mother said we couldn’t let you cook a bit longer.”

Molly nodded. “Right, there was absolutely no putting you back, not after all the work I’d done!”

Sherlock gave her a doting look. “When she was still having a hard time ejecting you, stubborn brats that you were, I looked into her eyes, let her squeeze the sh…crap out of my hand and forever ruin my chances as a concert violinist, and for the first time ever used a ridiculously sentimental pet name for her. And do you know what I said?” He peered over at the twins questioningly.

You’re strong, baby. You have to be,” they chorused, rolling their eyes. 

“Glad you don’t do that anymore,” Hester added. “It’s silly.”

“And so it is,” Sherlock agreed. “Luckily your mother thought so too because she just giggled a bit, for the first time in fourteen hours, thirty-one minutes. Give or take a few seconds.”

He skimmed over the next (previous?) bits about arriving at hospital and calling Uncle John and Aunt Mary, zeroing in on what he knew was one of the twins’ favorite parts - when Molly had announced oh-so-calmly that she’d been in labor the entire day and night he’d been off chasing a jewel thief through the rooftops of London. “I came home after my triumphant capture of Julian ‘Jools’ Voleur to find your mother packing her overnight bag. I was so caught up in the excitement of the chase–”

“And so loopy from lack of sleep,” Molly interjected in a stage whisper.

“–that I missed the obvious signs of what was happening right in front of me,” Sherlock continued, not missing a beat. “Which meant I was doing what?”

“Seeing but not observing!” the twins responded with wide grins. They high-fived one another before settling back onto their elbows.

“Exactly.” Sherlock nodded his approval. “I was seeing but not observing. I burst into the house, coat flaring dramatically behind me, unwinding my scarf and not stumbling over Toby II as I began explaining how I’d captured the idiot when he jumped onto what he thought was a solid roof but turned out to be a very dirty skylight, thus crashing into the parlor of Sir George Westingham and landing on that very man’s very startled - and very, very angry - financial advisor. I had just got to the good bit, where I acrobatically and gracefully swooped into the room, cuffs in one hand and mobile in the other to call Uncle Greg, when your mother stopped me with her hand over my mouth.”

“Oh, weren’t you put out by that!” Molly reminisced with a giggle. “The glares your father was giving me!” To show no hard feelings, she leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose.

“And that’s when she said it,” Sherlock declared, after returning the kiss. “She has a real way with words when she wants to, your mother. ‘Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day,’ she said to me, and that’s when I stopped seeing and started observing…and dashed the three of you off to the hospital.”

Next he talked about measuring Molly’s tummy, about researching the latest trends in child-rearing strategies (useless, all of them) and finally being forced to ask Uncle John for advice (even more useless), and all the rest until there was only one thing left to tell.

The twins sat up, leaning forward with their hands on their knees in anticipation of what - sometimes, depending on their mood - was their favorite part of the whole story. 

“So,” Sherlock said, clapping his hands on his lap and making as if to stand up. “That’s all the best bits, time for bed, I think.”

“No! Dad! You have to tell the part with Mum and how she told you about us!”

He tilted his head to one side in faux-confusion. “The what, the who, the where, the why, the how?”

Molly scooted over, giggling quietly as she waited for what was sure to happen next. Right on schedule the twins scrambled to their feet and rushed over to their father, clambering up onto the sofa and from there to his lap, demanding that he tell them the best part, right now, it wasn’t fair if he skipped it until finally, laughingly, he ceded the point. “Very well, then. If you insist.”

He sat with an arm around either of them, lowering his voice in a conspiratorial whisper. “Your mum and I had just admitted, for the first time out loud and in front of witnesses, that we loved one another. Other crazy things were happening at the time–” They hadn’t yet told the twins more than the bare facts of their Aunt Eurus’ existance and had no plans to disclose that truth for a few more years– “so as soon as I could I rushed over here to explain to your mum that I wasn’t trying to hurt her.”

He turned to look at Molly with such a tender expression of love in his eyes that her breath caught. He could still make her heart flutter, and make her lady-bits do something quite similar, and her return smile promised all sorts of lovely possibilities after the children were in bed. “I knew he hadn’t meant it that way,” Molly replied, just as quietly - and, had she been able to observe herself from the outside, with quite the same tender expression in her eyes. “I knew it wasn’t meant to hurt me or for an experiment or a case, once I’d had a chance to think it over.”

“And I confirmed that belief, showed her that her faith in me was justified,” Sherlock said, taking up the reverse-narrative thread once again. “I came into her flat and I apologized and I explained about how she’d been threatened and how we’d both been forced to confess such a wonderful secret under such awful circumstances. I even told her that Uncle John and Uncle Mycroft had heard the whole thing, and asked her again to forgive me.”

“And then?” Hester prompted when he fell silent, losing himself in his wife’s loving gaze.

“And then,” he concluded, “she said the most wonderful thing to me. She said…”

I’m pregnant,” he, Molly and the twins chorused.

And their lives had never been the same from that moment on…in the best way possible.

anonymous asked:

Wuddup with the twitter drama?

Well apparently some girl posted a picture of herself in the twins holiday merch, & Ethan quoted it with his signature blue heart emoji. BUUUUUT quickly deleted it after finding out that the girl didn’t buy actual merch, she made it herself. So people are coming at Ethan saying he’s a dick for deleting/unquoting the tweet. But let’s be honest, there’s nothing wrong with making shirts, & DIYing things, BUT like it’s kind of rude in my opinion to use someone else’s design & make it yourself. Like they obviously worked hard on it, so I’m sure they get upset knowing people are out here recreating their merch instead of actually buying it. Yeah I know it’s expensive but I bet Ethan felt hellah stupid when he quoted that tweet & then turn around & saw that it wasn’t actually their merch. & the girl is just making a big joke about it, saying how she played Ethan, & all this extra pettiness. But I for one think attacking Ethan is just uncalled for. Saying he’s a dick & Grayson is the better twin? Like I get teasing the boys & cracking jokes, but sometimes people go to far. Like how do we know the twins don’t take certain things to heart, or if they sit there & wonder if the fan who said that is being serious or not.

MC is Saeran’s and Saeyoung’s Roomate [Part 2]

No worries, you didn’t break any rules ^^
That thing really was popular, huh? You’re not the only one who asked for follow up, actually. But you’re lucky I actually like the premise so here is to part two of the Choi Twin’s and MC’s roomate adventures
Hope you enjoy! :3

  • there is a saying that you only realize how much you appreciate something when it’s gone. Saeran and Saeyoung never really understood that saying

  • everything in their life went away and they’d gotten so used to losing everything, they didn’t even dare get attached anymore 

  • they did come to learn the meaning, however, when you got call from your family informing you that your mother had died 

  • all that radiance and happiness drained out of you in mere seconds and they could practically watch you break apart in front of them

  • the worst part was, they didn’t really know how to help you. Their first instinct was to tell you to get over it, that you were better off without that bitch anyway

  • problem was, your mother had actually been good to you and her loss was devastating leading to changes in your behaviour and personality

  • you didn’t smile anymore, instead often times crying yourself to sleep and whenever they tried to talk about things that made them happy in an attempt to cheer you up the smile you gave them never reached your eye let alone your heart

  • neither Saeran nor Saeyoung were particularly good at handling emotions as their way of dealing with things was a mixture of denial, avoidance and blissful ignorance. None of which were in any way helpful in your situation

  • because they didn’t feel confident directly approaching you – talking about feelings? Saeyoung and Saeran? Yeah I didn’t think so either – they attempted to show support in other ways

  • instead of relying on you to wake them up, the twins got out of bed on their own sometimes turning off your alarm in time so you could sleep in for a couple of hours longer

  • by the time you woke up they’d attempted – note attempted – to make breakfast for themselves as well as you. Admittedly they’d almost burned down the kitchen fighting over how to best make the pancakes and thereby setting them on fire, but it was the thought that counted…right?

  • you ordered breakfast from McDonalds that day

  • they also didn’t complain about the food you insisted on making for lunch and dinner, silently eating both their meat as well as their veggies. Saeran didn’t even try to pull the puppy eyes on you to get dessert

  • and while their efforts were duly noted and appreciated, just taking some work off your shoulders didn’t really seem to do the trick. In fact you begged them to stop taking over your chores, because they were the only thing keeping you distracted anymore

  • the worst part was that no medicine could heal these kind of wounds and no logical approach helped them understand your emotions and how to deal with them

  • they read about those five stages of grief but none of them really seemed to apply to you and no matter what they did, they couldn’t bring your mother back to you. well, Saeyoung tried to build you a robot to look and act like your mother but the darn thing exploded before he could finish it

  • eventually the twins realized there was no way around it; they needed to talk to you.So one evening they set you down on the couch, rather awkwardly took a seat on each of your sides and simply asked what kind of person your mother used to be

  • you talked about her for hours, crying and laughing, sometimes both at the same time. You told them stories about your childhood that made even the brothers laugh and other stories where they had to hold you through them as you shook with the tears

  • it got a little easier after that, mainly because they finally understood why you were feeling the way you did. Just loosing your cheerfulness had made them miserable and neither of them could even imagine what it would feel like to lose you for good.

  • they focused on taking care of your feelings more than your body from that moment on, allowing you those moments to yourself where you could cry and let it out while being there when you needed them

  • about a month after your mothers death they presented you with a photo album of her, so she could always be with you even if she wasn’t physically with you anymore. You cried a lot that night and the three of you slept in a puppy pile on the couch as a result 

  • after that the worst seemed to be over and the brothers made peace with the idea that sometimes they couldn’t really help you, that there were battles they couldn’t fight for you

  • instead they let time close the wounds her loss had caused

  • Saeyoung and Saeran went back to bickering and fighting for the remote, expected you to wake them once more and didn’t dare stand in the kitchen together

  • they started to complain about your TV choices again, acting like they didn’t notice the corners of your mouth going up every time they did

  • they didn’t, however, stop eating the healthy foods you forced on them and Honey Buddha Chips as well as PhD pepper and other sweet stuff seemed abandoned 

  • neither of them would ever admit to it, but they gave them up for you. They needed to stay healthy to stay alive, because you needed them just as much as they needed you and they could’t live with the thought of leaving you to fend for yourself

  • the sacrifices they made were big, but they all paid off once you laughed again for the first time and it was like the sun came out after a long rain

Not so long ago in the mysterious land of Baltimore, Maryland, Will Graham was dating a single mom….

Many moons ago, @victorineb and I had a conversation about how hilarious it would be to have a Hannibal/Scott Pilgrim AU.  I don’t think I’ll ever get around to writing it but basically the AU would have been as follows:

The Evil Exes
Anthony Dimmond = Matthew Patel    
Francis Dolarhyde = Lucas Lee    
Frederick Chilton = Todd Ingram  
Alana Bloom = Roxie Richter    
Tobias Budge and Franklyn Froideveaux = Katayanagi Twins      
Bedelia = Gideon

Everyone Else
Team Sassy Science = Kim, Steven, Young Neil
Molly = Knives Chau
Abel Gideon = Julie
Matthew Brown = Envy Adams
Chiyo = Wallace
Freddie Lounds = Stacy Pilgrim

Man, sometimes I think I should totally still tackle this beast.  Crack at its crackiest.

@devereauxsdisease  @disraeligearsgoestumblin @chronicopheliac @avegetariancannibal

“I bet he has a tan line under there.”

“A tan line? Seriously? No way-He has to take it off sometime right?”

“Does he even take it off?” 

“Wait a sec…you don’t think its attached to him right???” 

“Let’s ask him” 

return of the twinsau! f!Corrin and M!Kamui were up all night talking about how they’ve never seen Xander without his tiara crown thing lmao 

Extra: Xander’s response to his silly princess and prince

BTS Reacting to Your Brother Picking on You

Thank you so much @jagiyaxsaranghae !!! This was an awesome request to write and we hope you enjoy!

-Admin Lex anf Admin Kas


Hearing a knock at the door you got super excited. Jumping from your spot on the couch, you run to the door, and open it to your grinning dork of a boyfriend. Greeting him with a kiss you let Jin inside, and drag him upstairs into the privacy of your bedroom. Sitting on the bed, you two decide on a movie, and smile as jin unpacks his bag with a plethora of tasty snacks. Just as you open a tiny snack cake package, your brother enters the room.

“Woah! Snacks! Y/N! Can you toss me one?”

“No. Why don’t you go out, and play with your friends?”

“Because my friends are broke as shit. They won’t buy me snacks!”

Politely interrupting, Jin speaks up.

“But isn’t there more to friends than snacks?”

Your brother frowns.

“No. Also, why do you care?”

Deciding to stop this before it gets any worse you stand up.

“Y/B/N. Go outside like a normal kid please, and leave us alone now.”

With that you shut the door, and lock it behind you.

“I’m so sorry about that.”

Smiling he shrugs.

“It’s okay. Just sit down already. I’ll restart the movie.” he grins.

Originally posted by pjmksj


Cuddling close to Yoongi you giggle as he groans at the fact that you’re watching a KDrama on the T.V.

“Can’t we watch a horror movie instead? Dramas are so cheesy!” he whines.

“I literally caught you watching Oh My Venus not even two days ago! What the hell?” you laugh, punching his arm.

Both of you laugh in each other’s arms, you head on his shoulder, and his head on top of your head. Enjoying each others company, you are rudely interrupted by your older brother entering the room.Groaning you snuggle closer into your boyfriend, just knowing that your brother was gonna walk in, and be a huge pain in the ass.

“Ooh! What’s this? Little Y/N actually found herself a boyfriend?”

“Shut up, Y/B/N. Can’t you give me a break for just one day?”

“Oh! It’s the mighty AgustD! I better watch out! I don’t want to anger him, and be a part of his next Cypher.”

Getting up, you punch your brother really hard in the arm.

“I’m gonna fucking squish you if you don’t leave us alone.” you threaten.

“Fine, I’m leaving. But it’s pretty sad how D Boi can’t even stand up for himself.” he chuckles.

Yoongi looks your brother dead in the eyes with the most deadpan face even, and repeats your exact words.

“I’m gonna fucking squish you if you don’t leave us alone.”

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anonymous asked:

I need to same omg same about wondering how old people think derek is sometimes. Even with a jumbled up timeline like derek hale and I would be roughly the same age and i turned 28 this year. That puts him at like 16 the time if the fire like ??? 28 isnt old??? I grew up with internet, some people had cell phones in high school, i understand what social media is! I dont know why they make derek seem like he's so much older, he was in like 6th grade in the year 2000!! It drives me bananas!

*high fives for age twins!*

So, to let my own age slip I turned 28 this year too (which feels ancient on this site because of that exact mentality, even though half the people I know are my age or older). And that’s possibly part of the reason I’m so attached to Derek’s age, because in my mind he was born on Christmas of ‘88, making him just a few months older than me. (*high fives for age triplets!*) That would have set the birth year on his driver’s license as the right year (if the wrong month, depending on whether you believe in Christmas Baby or November Baby Derek), and would make him most likely set to graduate high school in 2007, and a sophomore in 2004-2005. This also works with the idea of Kate preying on him shortly after Paige, when he was still intensely vulnerable, since the fire took place in 2005 as well.

That would have made Derek just 22 in the pilot (having turned 22 about a week before, if you believe in Christmas Baby), and 23 when he leaves at the end of season four. And that is plenty young enough to have grown up with modern technology, to understand cell phones and the internet. I will say that Derek might be out of the loop on things like social media or pop culture if he spent the past six years, post-fire, isolating himself and actively Not Giving Himself Nice Things. Depending on how you picture Derek’s New York years, you could definitely write him as having missed all the Marvel movies and not getting Facetime or Twitter, but he’s not old. He grew up with… Buffy and Charmed and was probably a secret Lord of the Rings nerd, and had a cell phone and… ok, probably a MySpace page because remember when MySpace was the coolest of things on the internet lol

So yeah, Derek’s probably missed some of the technological leaps forward because of trauma, but he’s still a young guy. And some people are mentioning how they probably tried to age Derek up because Hoechlin looked older, but honestly I think they made Hoechlin look older because they were trying to age him up. Taking away the leather jacket and Camaro, replacing it with a dad car and making him hang out with the 40-something adults constantly like he was one of them, instead of a college-aged guy who’d have a lot more in common with the high schoolers. It’s not like Hoechlin was much older than Derek (and it’s not like the high school aged characters’ actors didn’t age as well). Really the only reasons they could have been trying to push up Derek’s age would be to make what Kate did seem “more acceptable,” which is honestly pretty disgusting, or to make certain popular ships seem less accessible, which I’m obviously not ok with.

to build a home (7/?)

summary: Lifelong orphan and wanderer Emma Swan moves to Storybrooke, Maine in search for a home. Content with a new job as deputy, she meets Killian Jones, director of an orphanage. It doesn’t take long for sparks to fly, but will Emma finally be able to settle down and find a home here?

word count: ~3200

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“You are so full of it, Killian, I swear to God,” Ruby groans. She rolls her eyes at him from across the table at Granny’s Diner and grabs a fry from his plate that she pops into her mouth. “You cannot tell me that you got her to actually talk to you. She’s as cold as ice.”

“Emma is not cold as ice,” Mary Margaret defends her defenseless roommate. “She’s had a hard life. I think she’s finally warming up.”

Elsa, from his right, wraps her arms around him and tugs at him. Killian turns to her and smiles softly before looking back at Ruby.

“Well, she’s been over to the house twice a week for two weeks now, so I’d hope she’d talk at least a little.”

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