sorry i had to yell


When technically you’re the chill friend but your best friend for whatever reason refuses to accept the happiness he deserves smh

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Officer in regular loot boxes.

I’m a little upset that Oni Genji and Officer were added to regular loot boxes.

Only because I wasted so much time having to play with two toxic people just to get the skins, when I didnt have to and could’ve just waited.

Dont get me wrong I’m also happy, because now people who weren’t able to get the skins now have a chance of getting them which is great.

I’m just a little salty is all.


or: Four Times Moana and Maui Surprised the Crowd, and One Time They Did Not

My first shot at a 4-and-1 type gig! I tried to keep these short, but you know my writing, that didn’t end up happening. I think this is like seven thousand words total. Look, my hand just slipped for four hours straight. 

Happy, happy birthday to my dear friend @paperjam-bipper! You’re so old now, you shmuck. Congratulations. Hope you enjoy the gratuitous amounts of fluff I stuck in here, just for you. :) 

Fandom: Moana
Words: 7,400
Category: Gen
Relationship: Moana & Maui

Summary: Four times Moana and Maui surprised the crowd, and one time they did not. 


It’s when the first wave breaks on the deck of their ship that Aronui decides, quite firmly, that she does not like storms.

Even shielded as she is from the worst of the rain by her mother’s sturdy legs and swollen belly, there pellets of water sting against her eyelids, and Aronui has to squint to see the deck of the boat mere feet in front of her. Her hairband was lost long ago to the frenzy of the wind, which whips her hair around her face. When Aronui spares a hand to try and tame it, she ends up nearly ripping off the right half of her head.

“Hard about to port!” shouts a familiar voice, commanding against the fury of the storm.

Aronui looks over to see Moana astride the canoe. Despite the writhing waves that tower around her Moana looks at ease, balanced perfectly atop the edge of her canoe while wrestling with the halyard in both hands. She’s planted at one end of her tiny craft, which sways dangerously in the water, and is somehow using the boat’s instability to clamber up the side and look intently at Kara.

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A Day of Firsts

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so why not procrastinate on homework.

So I have this headcanon that Rhys is super kinky af and Feyre is more than willing to experiment. (Note: I also think it’s a very healthy kinkiness, with nothing forced [because Rhys, duh]).

Rating: T (NSFW-ish)


It had already been a day of firsts when I finally made my way home that night. 

In the morning, I sold my first painting since the opening of my very own gallery. As luck would have it, the Fae buyer was so intrigued with my work, he decided he wanted more. That’s how I secured my first ever commissioned painting. When I went to a celebratory lunch with Mor, we decided to try out a place we had never been to. The food was some of the best I had ever had. Needless to say, I was in a wonderful mood when I winnowed into the townhouse foyer that night.

“Rhys?” I called out as I removed my favorite boots. The house was surprisingly quiet; normally at this hour, our inner circle would be lounging about in different parts of our home.

“Upstairs, Darling” Rhys spoke into my mind. With my eyebrows raised, I made my way up the stairs leading to our room. Knowing Rhys, he had some sort of surprise waiting for me - which could be good or bad. I peeked into the room, and found my mate lounging on our bed with an amused smirk. I let out a small sigh of relief that the surprise was not a negative one.

“I have a preposition for you” he purred, and immediately I was back on my guard. Last time he had a preposition for me, I ended up having to paint a sexy portrait of Cassian. My dear mate had lost a bet, and Cassian picked a punishment he knew would piss Rhysand off. Rhys stood by for the entire painting, mumbling under his breath about his stupid Illyrian brother. Of course, my reward was my husband taking extra care of me in our bedroom later that night. Still, the image of Cassian’s self satisfied smirk made me gag.

“What is it?” I asked cautiously. Rhys’ smile only widened at the apprehension in my voice. He stood up slowly, strolling over to where stood in the doorway. His arms wrapped around my middle, pulling me close so he could press soft kisses to my neck.

“I’m feeling quite…experimental tonight” He cooed against my skin. Immediately heat pooled in my core. We had just recently begun exploring the use of…objects in the bedroom. I was a bit squeamish about the subject, and thus never brought up my curiosity to Rhys. One day we were in the lingerie shop when he spied a blindfold. He looked at me with a questioning look, and I nodded shyly. Thus, the experimenting began.

“And what” I purred, nipping at his ear, “are you exactly in the mood for?”

“ Hmm…” He hummed, letting his hands roam lower on my body. “I was thinking using this” he finished, pulling out a strip of silk. My eyes narrored in question, and he chuckled to himself. 

“I’m wondering, darling, if you’re interested in me tying your hands” he whispered. He allowed me time to think it over, kissing me softly along my collarbone. I took my sweet time deciding, torturing him with the wait. He looked to my face, and slowly smiled, nodding my approval.

“What shall our safe word be this week?” he said, turning me toward the bed.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out “Cassian!” and burst into a fit of giggles. Rhys’ face fell, completely unamused.

“I’ll make you pay for that one, you wicked thing” he growled, pushing me onto the bed. I continued my laughing, until his mouth crashed into mind, effectively silencing me. I began to tear at his clothes, and with a growl he pulled our of my grasp to strip his finery off himself. I quickly shed my leggings and sweater, left only with a midnight blue set of lace. He stood there, telling me with a simple look that we had yet to come up with a safe word. 

“Our safe word will be cabin” I purred. He finally stepped back into my reach, and I greedily grabbed onto him. He pulled me closer to him and moved our bodies closer to the headboard. 

“Are you sure about this?” He whispered, pausing to look deeply into my eyes. I held my hands up to him, urging him to move forward. He took my hands gently into his, and kissed each one gently. The silk reappeared, and he bound my hands firmly. He brought them to the headboard and secured them to the polished wood.

“Give it a pull” he ordered, and I pulled. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Good” He smiled devilishly, and then disappeared. My mouth flew open, but then I thought it must be part of his play. So I waited. And waited. And waited. My strong Fae ears picked up on the sound of a page turning downstairs. Suddenly, I realized what had happened.

“Rhysand!” I yelled “Get your sorry ass up here!” I could hear his laughter travel up the stairs.

Maybe next time, Feyre, you will pick a different safe word.He laughed into my mind.

“You prick!” I hissed back. Another page turned. It seemed he’d be taking his time finishing his novel.

Oh, he would pay for this. He would pay for it big time.

One Day at a Time (chapter 3) Lin-Manuel x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Summary: This is inspired by Lin’s adorable tweet about him messing around on a friend’s Tinder account recently. Lin gets chatting to you on tinder and you decide to meet, and quickly begin dating. You are about to fly to London to see if you can make the long distance thing work when you get a message from your recent ex saying they want to see you again, leaving you confused and unsure.

Warnings: Is this fluff? Is this angst? Who the hell knows. Note to self: don’t try writing what’s meant to be a fluffy fic while going through a breakup irl. Also I swear a lot.

A/N: Lin’s views on HP sauce are not my own and are based on this tweet. I honestly can’t stand the stuff. 

Word count: 6171 (I’ve been working night shifts, I got bored.)

Tags: I think this is everyone who wanted a tag, I lost my original tag list so I’m sorry If I’ve forgotten anyone:   @coolschmoolzines @ruth-hamilton-delrio @iputmyselfintothenarrative @invisiblerambler @mofoing-democraftic-republican @thedoctorsnerdgirl @21phantasticromances @buckybarneshairpullingkink @nesthemonster @rebel-with-cause


The first sight to greet you when you landed in London was the toilet basin. You weren’t sure if it was bad plane food or something you’d picked up from another passenger, but by the time you finally landed and made your way through customs you were sick, dizzy, and longing for bed. Perfect. This was just perfect. You had flown halfway across the world in the biggest act of bravery of your life only to be rewarded with a gut wrenching text from your ex, and a mild fever and sickness from your own body.

You headed out of the bathroom stall and made your way to the arrivals lounge. Your head was pounding and you felt just about ready to collapse, but you reassured yourself with the thought of seeing Lin again. You headed to the arrivals board where you’d arranged to meet, and scanned the crowd hoping to see him. You were sure you were in the right place, but maybe you’d got it wrong.

You checked your phone which was still struggling to switch over to a UK network. You’d kept your phone off for whole flight, not wanting to fixate on Kay’s message, although that was easier said than done. Your thoughts had jumped back and forth between Kay and Lin throughout the entire flight. You’d thought about Lin while watching the Paul Rudd romcom on the plan, you’d thought about Kay while picking at the compartmentalized mystery plane food, you’d thought about Lin as you overheard the unmistakable sounds of Illmatic coming though the passenger’s headphones in front of you, and now as you stared at your phone you thought of Kay and the message she’d sent you.

“Come on, come on” you grumbled to yourself, willing your phone to work. Eventually it began to show signs of life, vibrating non-stop as you received a handful of messages all at once. You set your suitcase down to read them.

Lin: Bit of a day! It’s RIDICULOUS how excited I am to see you, hurry up plane! X

Melissa: Safe travels, stay safe, and please bring home Cadburys, a souvenir Big Ben, and a terrible British accent. xxx

Kay: Please talk to me. I need to see you.

Melissa: RED ALERT! Kay has just shown up at my apartment looking for you! She says she’s trying to get in touch with you??

Melissa: Ok I  know this is none of my business but I don’t trust her. Don’t think about Kay, go have fun with Lin, I repeat: DON’T THINK ABOUT KAY.

Kay: Melissa says you’re away at the moment. Call me when you get back? I miss you xxx

Lin: Argh I might be late coming to meet you at the airport, we are behind schedule today, I’m coming as soon as I can though!! xxx

Lin: Nooooo!! Shooting is delayed by a couple of hours, I’m definitely not gonna make it in time I’m so sorry. I’ll send you directions back to my place and meet you there. I’m so sorry. I’ll be back soon! Xxx

You stood staring at your phone, which vibrated for the last time as Lin sent through directions to his place, and you sighed. This really wasn’t working out how you imagined. The fizzy feelings of butterflies in your stomach felt like so long ago now and you suddenly had the urge to turn around, jump on a plane and go home. What were you doing here? Why the hell did Kay have to send you that message? Why were things suddenly so much more confusing?

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Translation: “Ao no Exorcist” Chapter 90 Translation Summary (SPOILERS!!)

Here is the promised translation summary for Chapter 90.  Once again, this was a very jam-packed chapter full of dialogue and new characters, so it took a long time to write up.  As usual, sorry if there are mistakes or typos.  And SPOILERS!

Ao no Exorcist 90:

The title for this is difficult, but it’s roughly ”Congratulations - First Night (or Bridal Night)”

The group arrives in Kyoto.  It’s a big family reunion as we start meeting more brothers and sisters of Renzou, including Yumi, his younger sister (who has a huge crush on Konekomaru) and Gouzou, who is working as an exorcist overseas.  Renzou is frustrated but Rin says they are lively.  Yukio thanks Juuzou for Inviting them, but Juuzou thanks them for the help.  Sugaro’s dad shows up and the gang starts making marumochi…of course, Yukio is terrible at it.  Rin starts thinking about Yukio’s reaction from the last chapter.  Rin is stunned by Yukio’s outburst, and asks him why he suddenly blew up at him.  Rin asks him what he would do if he knew, and why he wants to know so badly.  It looks like Yukio might tell him for a second, but then Yukio bursts out laughing in an almost maniacal manner.  He says “it’s not like I could change your mind.  Both of us are right and wrong.  We are brothers, but we’re nothing alike.  I had forgotten that.  I’m sorry for yelling.  Good night, Rin.  Forget it.”  Back in the present, Rin says that Yukio’s acted normally since then, but that something is off.  “This feels different from usual”.

Later, everyone is celebrating while Suguro is sitting in the hall talking to Lightning about the data files.  Suguro sort of nags him, telling Lightning to not sleep so much and to get something to eat (Lighting replies in English “Yes, Ma’am”).  Finally Lightning tells him “Happy New Year’s” and hangs up.  Lightning sits up and says “it’s about time to move” and calls someone.  He asks for Dr. Dragesk’s (spelling is uncertain here) New Year’s schedule.

Back with Suguro, he’s looking at his phone just as Yukio appears.  Yukio asks him if he’s working and Suguro says he just finished.  Sugaro walks away saying he’s going to relax, but Yukio gives him a very suspicious look.  We see Renzou hanging outside in the cold, clearly tired of his family and the commotion.  He remembers “The Sylph Bell is attached to you” and gets upset while thinking “with this, I can’t go back…!”  He asks Yamantaka if there’s anything he can do, but it replies back that the person employing it is more skilled than Renzou. They talk some more, and it’s obvious that Yamantaka has no respect for Renzou and begrudges being his servant.  Konekomaru interrupts their conversation and says that it looks like Renzou has learned how to handle Yamantaka and asks him when he learned, and Renzou says “uh, recently?  but I still can’t use it at all!  I’ve always skipped out on practice so I have no stamina at all” and Yamantaka thinks “That’s very true”.  Konekomaru replies “After you fainted during the very first training session, you’ve stubbornly run away from training”.  Renzou says he inherited the power by chance when his brother died, but that the Illuminati accepted him because of it.  He then admits that was jealous of Konekomaru as a child, because he could have left this “annoying place” and lived as he wanted to.  Konekomaru is shocked, saying that HE was jealous of Renzou because he had a large family and was talented, and that as the successor of Yamantaka, he would protect everyone of the Myouda sect.  They both sit in shock and say “Were we switched at birth?”

Just then, Kinzou slams the door open and says that it’s time for Juuzou’s bachelor party.  Juuzou then asks him if Renzou wants to fight him on his last night of bachelorhood.  Renzou starts to protest, but Yamantaka thinks “perfect” as Juuzou comes after him.  Juuzou trash talks Renzou and later we see Renzou laying on the ground.  Konekomaru asks him if he’s okay and Renzou replies “are you jealous of me now?” and he says “yes”, telling Renzou that it wasn’t by chance…he’s special.

It’s now past midnight on New Year’s and everyone is gathering around the shrine.  There’s a large crowd, and Kinzou is calling out everyone’s name (except that he’s messing up a lot of them, calling Izumo “Bear-chan” and Rin “Satan”).  Rin and Shiemi find each other and wish each other happy new year.  They start talking about when they were in Kyoto before, when Rin thought everyone hated him.  He says he realizes now that it was because he was distancing himself from them.  He then says “Now you’re the one who won’t tell use anything” and she apologizes, and says “I’m making you feel the same way…”  Rin says “Yukio, too…” and she asks what happened.  He says he doesn’t understand Yukio anymore, that he doesn’t know what he’s thinking at all. “Even though he’s my little brother.”  Kinzou shouts for them (using the wrong names again).

New Year’s Day has arrived and everyone is saying that Mamushi is beautiful.  The overlay says “The time for celebration draws near-“

the signs as underrated p!atd songs
  • aries: oh glory
  • taurus: kaleidoscope eyes
  • gemini: mercenary
  • cancer: bittersweet
  • leo: all the boys
  • virgo: trade mistakes
  • libra: turn off the lights
  • scorpio: nearly witches
  • sagittarius: c'mon
  • capricorn: memories
  • aquarius: stall me
  • pisces: when the day met the night

Watching BNHA last night:

Bakugou: *onscreen for .3 seconds in the beginning*
Shinsou: *shows up*

My roommate: (talking about Shinsou) “That guys looks creepy, who is he?”


Roommate: “…why’re your favorites always so violent”

And then later:

Izuku: *hits shouto and katsuki with a hunk of metal*

anonymous asked:

How did the first meeting between Alistair and Tabris go?

Not particularly well, actually. Tiny elf crammed with rage and ready to kill any and all humans, not a solid foundation for interpersonal relationships.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a cheronica head canon of Veronica spending the night with Cheryl for the second time

1. Cheryl shows up on Veronica’s doorstep with nothing but an overnight bag and the beginnings of a bruise forming beneath her eye. Veronica doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask why, she just lets Cheryl in and joins her in front of the fireplace. Cheryl looks incredibly small beneath the light of the fire; staring at the flames like it’ll bring her absolution. There’s something about the other girl, in that moment, something both feral and loving. Veronica thinks she falls a little in love right there.

2. Hours pass before either of them say anything. The fire had died out a while ago, nothing but a pile of smoldering ash now. Still, Cheryl stares; tears slipping down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. Veronica hadn’t even heard her crying.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call,” Cheryl says, voice dry and hoarse, like she had been yelling. “I was just scared.”

“You don’t have to be scared,” Veronica says, grabbing Cheryl’s hand in her own. “Not when you’re with me.”

Cheryl smiles. It’s a broken smile, one that’s weighed down with exhaustion and gone all too fast. But it’s something.

3. Veronica lets Cheryl have the bed, laying out a few plush comforters on the floor for herself. Cheryl sleeps fitfully. She tosses, and turns, and in her dreams she makes small noises in the back of her throat. It’s the middle of the night and Veronica wakes up to Cheryl murmuring her name.

“Veronica? You should come sleep up here,” she says, and then, quieter, “I had a nightmare.”

So they lay together in Veronica’s queen bed. There was a little space between them, at first, but as soon as Cheryl fell asleep she shifted to lay against Veronica’s chest. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly. Cheryl radiates warmth and her hair smells like cinnamon.

It was the best Veronica had slept in a long time.
The Wrong Superhero - Chapter 1 - ThatLesbianFangirl - Supergirl (TV 2015) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Batwoman (Kate Kane) is in town and happens to rescue Lena Luthor when Supergirl can’t get there in time.


The fic where Kara thinks she’s jealous for superhero-related reasons, but really she’s super in love with Lena.


Summary: You get the joy of meeting Jocelyn. Based of @youre-on-a-starship head cannon Running into Bones’ Ex Thank you for letting create with your aid!

Warnings: Some strong language, Jocelyn

Pairing: Bones/Reader

A/N: This was really fun to write. I like it a lot.

Word Count: 1423

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