sorry i just couldn't with you two


gif request meme: blindspot-fanatic asked → favorite brotp + captain america
Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?”
“I hate you.”


Make Me Choose (2.5k Celebration) @mouseymodesty asked:

The Blue shirt of sexiness OR The Purple shirt of sexiness

No way I could choose between these two! The purple shirt, is the purple shirt!! And the blue shirt just came and stole my heart too… And this man can really wear any color and he will look amazing!

zethany  asked:

I am so, so, SO very sorry if this has already been asked before. I did some digging through your tags and I couldn't find answers for my particular question... So I apologize in advance if I just didn't do enough digging. I've had a lot of issues with dialogue sequences that go back and forth between two or more characters. I find myself repeating the same phrases such as, "he snickered" and "she cried." Eventually, I just end up using very convoluted word play. Do you have any suggestions?

What you’re asking about here are dialogue tags. There are two schools of thought: Vary the verbs, or don’t fret the “saids.” This is one case where the best practice probably lies somewhere in between. How far you go with different verbs vs. said is up to you as the writer.

There’s another way to break up dialogue, too. It’s my own personal preference, and that’s the use of descriptive beats, sometimes called dialogue beats, narrative beats, etc… This article here describes the two in more depth, but essentially:

Dialogue tag: “You don’t know what I want,” he shouted.

Descriptive beat: “You don’t know what I want.” He slammed the book on the table, knocking over Gena’s wine. 

Both convey anger. Both can be “the right way,” depending on your characters, your style or the needs of the scene.

I tend to write my dialogue either without any tags or just minimal tags when I get started. Often, it literally looks like this:

A: “You’re a jerk!”

B: “Yeah, but I’m your jerk.”

A: “Can’t you stop being a jerk then?”

B: “Are you saying you want to dump me?”

Then, I try to block the scene (much like blocking a stage play) so that I know what the characters are doing, where they’re standing, or other cues that can help with the descriptions. Where no description is needed, I start with said, or asked and replied if appropriate. 

Dialogue beats also help convey something I see a lot of new writers and fanfic writers shying away from, and that’s inner monologue. Your Point of View character can have thoughts during a conversation that can add insight or seamlessly add exposition to avoid infodumping. You’ll find more than a few experienced writers whose dialogue scenes have a lot more inner monologue than external dialogue. You probably just don’t realize it. [Hint: That’s a good thing.]

Favoring descriptive beats over tags means you need to make sure your readers can follow. It’s the one thing I work on the most during editing, too. Again, don’t let fretting over saids and tags and beats ruin your creative flow on your first draft. 

Here’s another good summary of the process. 

Also, make sure you punctuate your tags correctly. Not doing so can be one of those distracting mistakes that can turn readers off and I guarantee will bug the crap out of an editor. 

Now, go. Experiment. Have fun. Enjoy your characters and let them enjoy their dialogue!

– mod Aliya

Lost Track of Time pt. 2

|| Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff (just a pinch of fluff)

Summary: You were angry, he had no more patience and when you left, he was broken. He wanted nothing more than to mend the cracks that had split his heart in two.

Word Count: 1680

Warning: curse words…that’s it

Originally posted by kookiesforjimin

Jungkook sat on the floor clutching onto the platinum watch for what seemed like eons. He sat there on the cold, hard floorboards throughout the entire night going through the argument you two had in his head. He mentally beat himself up every single time the image of your tear stained face popped into his mind. 

Night turned into day, and Jungkook still sat there on the ground. He felt like he just lost his entire world. You, his everything, left and it was all his fault. Never in the span of your two-year relationship, did an argument ever escalate to the point of you leaving. You disappearing and the absence of your belongings gave Jungkook a giant wake up call. He never realized just how easily you could fall from his grasp until you had slipped away.

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Oh Yeon Joo: “Kang Chul’s story in the cartoon had a happy ending, but the ending of Kang Chul and Oh Yeon Joo’s story is unclear yet. However…”
Kang Chul: “… the two will no longer be at the risk of death. Though it may be boring and ordinary, I hope their story will continue for 50 years, just like other ordinary couples.”


“To solve a mystery, you sometimes need to take risks. Isn’t that right?”

↳ Happy Birthday, Sandy! °˖ ✧◝(○ ヮ ○)◜✧˖ °

anonymous asked:

Hi! So sorry to bother you but I was looking for a tag along the lines of Stiles and Derek are neighbours and couldn't find one? Don't know if I'm just being dumb or if there isn't one, but if there is, could you update it/point me in the right direction? Hope this is the right way to ask! 💗

neighbors tag!

where there’s smoke there’s incense? by haleofStilesheart (1/1 | 1,506 | PG13)

Being a firefighter for ten years had trained Derek to react first and deal with the consequences later, better to be safe than sorry. Which is why at two a.m. on a Wednesday night he kicked in his neighbor’s front door when he smelled smoke, only to get an eye full of said neighbor jerking off on his couch.

stress baking by bibliosexual (1/1 | 1,409 | G)

Derek doesn’t usually start conversations, but today he feels like making an exception. “Are you okay? This is a lot more baking than usual, even for you.”

“What? What do you mean?” Stiles says, dropping his hands to his sides. His face cycles through about five or six different expressions before settling on something that’s probably trying to say “innocent and oblivious,” but… well. Derek might not know Stiles that well, but he knows Stiles is definitely not either of those things, ever.

“The cookies,” Derek says slowly. “That you leave on my doorstep a few times a week while I’m out on my morning run.”

Stiles glares down at the cookies Derek’s holding like they’ve betrayed him.

“We don’t talk about it,” Derek says slowly, unsure, “but I thought you knew that I knew it was you.“

Derek’s bad luck? by Lonelyirises (2/2 | 1,401 | G)

For a few seconds he couldn’t believe his eyes, when he saw the mole speckled specimen of beauty was standing a few feet away from him, in process of moving heavy looking boxes in to the next house. And the second Derek got over the disbelief he realized his whole world had come crashing down. Why did the universe hate him so much?

Derek had left the his hometown, unable to deal with the heartache and moved to this “nowhere” town about 3 hours away from Beacon Hills, the day Stiles had married Lydia. What was more pathetic? Stiles had no idea Derek existed. And yet… and yet after everything Derek had gone through, and left behind, Stiles was moving in, right next door to him. Derek couldn’t believe his bad luck.

Mystery Review Theater 3k

Okay. So. Let me preface this by saying that I firmly believe that y’all have the right to like or not like my writing and to express your likes and dislikes in your reviews, and I respect that. I know sometimes you’re unhappy, and I may not always agree with you (sometimes I do lol), but generally I just read, think “noted…” and move on. 

But every now and then, I get a review that I just… can’t let lie there. And I got such a review today, that is just…. I… I just… I’m sorry, I gotta share with the class and comment point by point on this thing, because…. wow. 

So. Here’s a review I just got on Breaking In – and by the way, I want to thank this person for this review, I really do, because this has been the highlight of my fucking day – and I got a brand new phone today, so that’s saying something. lol

“I was a big fan of this fanfiction in the beginning. I enjoyed every chapter and I thoroughly looked forward to a new chapter, however, recently I haven’t been enjoying it. I stopped reading at about chapter 31 because of the storyline being dragged out too long, I honestly don’t get why Regina and Robin never got back together, or at least stayed together. 

You’re not alone, tbh, I get this a lot. 

What Robin did was illegal and Regina had every right to be angry at him but not continuing on with her relationship with him over it was pointless, since when did Regina care about her mother’s opinion?! 

Uhh….. what?

Never, expect of course in her younger days, but Regina is an independent, strong woman, and the Regina in OUAT would not care about her mother’s opinion.

Okay. Hold on. Stop. This is where I had to stop and pop my eyeballs back into my head from where they had just fallen, dangling, from how wide my eyes popped open at that crazy-ass statement.

Can we just… I’m in the middle of an OUAT rewatch, and I am in the middle of season two, and LET ME TELL YOU, Regina Mills really, really cares about her MOther’s opinion. It derailed her entire redemption for half a season – with ONE CONVERSATION WITH MOMMY. 

Like. What.. What..?? What show are you watching where Regina doesn’t care about her mother’s opinion??

I’m so baffled and also so amused…


The next thing I would like to say is about the storyline again, but this time about Regina’s ‘eating disorder’, 

Don’t put that shit in quotes, that’s rude.

I don’t see why it’s such a big deal in this fanfic because it shouldn’t be. Regina chooses not to eat when her mother is around or when her mother says something insulting to her, there is no need for Regina to deny herself food over a petty thing like that, going back to the independent and strong woman part I mentioned about Regina that she clearly is, she wouldn’t do that to herself, maybe in her younger days, but not now.

Okay, hold on a second. Cora, is that you?? Like, I’m pretty sure that’s Cora Mills speaking from inside the page with that one – “there’s no need for Regina to deny herself food over a petty thing like that” are you jooooooking. Like, how insulting is it to imply that someone with an eating disorder is just being dramatic and childish, which is basically what you’re doing.

Regina has an eating disorder. It is a very real thing, that a lot of very real readers relate to, and if you wanna be dismissive and disrespectful about that because you don’t have the capacity to understand it, you can go do it somewhere else.

The next thing is about the weed in a previous chapter. When I decided to read the chapter because a friend told me that their 'relationship’ was going somewhere I was absolutely disgusted at what I read. I thought the whole fanfiction was OOC from day one, but the chapter with Regina and Robin smoking weed was seriously OOC, I cannot imagine them ever doing that. You do know it’s Regina Mills and not Trina Decker, right?!


Oh, believe me, I know it’s not my boo Trina Decker. *insert heart eyes*

Originally posted by fyeahlparrilla

And you’re right, BIn Regina smoking pot is out of character – something that she and Robin both acknowledge, and something she talks about with her therapist shortly thereafter, and which her therapist acknowledges is out of character, erratic behavior for her. It’s called a plot point, yo. It was supposed to be out of character. 

But maybe you just.. stopped reading after 37?

Also, just out of curiosity, is this the same anon who got all butthurt after Robin smoked pot in an earlier chapter? 

And the thing that made the chapter even more disgusting and disturbing was that fact that Henry, a 10/11 year old boy was left in his house allow while his mother went and got high. 

Yeah, Regina thought this was a bad idea, too. She brought it up, she felt guilty about it. Her, uh, semi-stoner not-boyfriend convinced her it was okay.

I don’t care that his mother was 'only next door’, 'a few minutes away’ something could have happened to injury or endanger Henry. He could have also been taken by robbers or kidnappers. 

Are you sure you’re not Cora Mills??? Where do you think Regina lives?? People leave kids alone at home to got to the neighbors for a chat all the time – especially when they have, y’know, security systems and shit that they could probably hear from next door if they went off. SHE DOESN’T NEED TO MOVE TO A GATED COMMUNITY, MOTHER, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH FEDERAL HILL.

Also, let’s be real, if there were robbers or kidnappers, it wouldn’t matter much whether Regina was home or away, someone was probably gonna be getting hurt. She doesn’t have magic, she doesn’t own a gun, she’s not gonna overpower a band of kidnapping robbers.

Originally posted by gronazotheque

Unless maybe it’s that one…

You should never leave your child alone, no matter how far away you are from them.

Uh… I know a lot of (good) parents who would disagree with that. It’s okay to leave your ten year old alone for a little while, especially when you’re just next door, have your phone with you, and they’re asleep. Hell, did you miss the previous chapters where she left him alone for several hours in the middle of the day? Or, did you miss that whole episode in season one where she left Henry alone for an entire Saturday to go “city council meeting” the Sheriff?

How much trouble do you think this sleeping kid in a locked house is gonna get up to?

And then there was also Roland who was only in the next room while Regina and Robin got high, which was completely vile. They would never, ever do that with a child in the house. 

Looks like they would, tho…

And the fact that they decided to cook something but then decided to make out which resulted in them nearly burning the house down! 

Okay a) Do you want them together or not? Because you don’t get to be mad that they’re not getting together fast enough AND get mad that they “decided to make out”. 

b) They burned some toast, dude. The house was in no danger. Find your chill. It’s not like they came up for air to this:

Originally posted by moa8

In their state of being high they could have forgotten about Roland. 

Okay, I’m not sure if you’ve ever smoked pot before, but trust me – HALF A JOINT is not strong enough to make you forget you have a child in the case of an emergency. Might make you forget that Spice World is a terrible movie, but not that your kid is asleep upstairs. 

It made me feel sick. And the whole oral sex activity that was going on in the living room where Roland could have easily woken up and seen what was going on was inappropriate. There are bedrooms with locks for a reason!

You mean the bedroom with the child sleeping in it? That one? That’s where you’d prefer I had them hook up? Next to the toddler bed? 

Now, you may not read this review of mine or you may just ignore it because of the 500 followers that somehow like this fanfic, 

Oh, how could I ignore this one, this was comedy gold.

but I just wanted to say that some of the things that you write are too OOC and not logical or reasonable. 

Same to you, my friend.

I get the whole thing about fanfic. It’s fiction that fans write and it can be whatever they want it to be, but when you write fanfiction that involves two characters that so many people love — including myself — and they are totally OOC and seem like two different people all together, then I personally think that it’s not a fanfiction to enjoy. 

And you have the right to that personal opinion, although apparently 500+ (it is really 500 followers? I haven’t checked – that’s really cool. I’m flattered – thanks guys!) people think I’m doin’ just fine, so… I’mma keep on keepin’ on.

With that being said I’m out. Peace!”

Originally posted by gameraboy


Phantoms & Demigods

2438 fucking words this is the longest thing I’ve written for this blog are you kIDDING ME ???

also have a drawing of Danny dat I did in spirit of this imagine because I ain’t shit.

ask : Can you do a Nico di Angelo/Danny Phantom head cannon thing? Like how’d they interact, Danny meeting everyone and him annoying Nico type thing?


(tbh when I saw this in the inbox shit had me shook I had to answer it as fast as I could)

warning : lmao shit I guess swears ? y'all know how I am this isn’t new.

“Danny, be careful. Be back soon, you don’t know what’s out there.” Sam’s voice flowed through the ear com. Shaking his head, Danny sat atop the Empire State Building, his legs swaying in the air.

“I’ll be careful Sam. If only you were here, New York is gorgeous.” Danny sighed, looking out at the skyline.

“There he goes, being all sappy and shit. You better bring me back one of those I heart NY shirts, or we’re no longer friends.” Tucker said seriously, and Danny laughed.

“Sam, want anything?” He asked, running a hand through his glowing white locks. Glowing green eyes looked down at the street below.

You think you could bring me back a-”

“What, a thick, black choker with the words ‘I hate everyone’ on it?” Tucker interrupted, and the two friends bickered relentlessly.

“Bye guys!” Danny said, before turning off the ear com. He sat in a comfortable silence, finally able to relax by himself for the first time in forever. Unfortunately, that peace was taken as quickly as it showed up. Roars echoed throughout the streets of Manhattan, and Danny turned his head, squinting to see where the commotion was coming from.

If Amity Park had ghosts, what did Manhattan have? Danny didn’t want to find out, but the screams of innocent people and his curiosity got the best of him. Flying towards the sound, he ended up hovering miles above a battle between eight teenagers and a giant. “WE JUST ALL HAD TO GO TO MC.DONALDS HUH?!” One shouted, fire escaping his hands. He nearly toppled over, as another girl caught him.

She spoke to him, before leading him away from the battle. Danny cocked his head, wondering how people around could react so calmly. Wanting to help, Danny blasted the giant with green blasts, turning all the attention towards him. “He’s dead-” Danny heard one of the guys say, and watched in horror as the giant turned around and looked up at the ghost boy in pure anger.

“Oh, he’s not a jolly green giant.” Danny muttered helplessly, before becoming intangible and flying through the beast. Skidding to a stop beside a guy who reminded him slightly of Sam, Danny looked at them.

“You’re dead. But, not dead- Who are you?” The boy asked, messy black hair falling into his eyes. Danny looked at the rest of the group, who were looking at him in confusion.

“Danny. Danny Phantom.” He said quickly, before turning his attention to the giant, who seemed as though the curly haired boy and the brunette girl with the pretty eyes were interesting.

“PIPES LOOK OUT!” The tall blonde shouted, and Danny flew over, grasping both of them tight, and flying through the closest building with them in his arms. Slamming against the wall, Danny groaned, letting go of the two teens.

“Pipes, he’s a fucking ghost. He’s a fucking ghost with superpowers.” The boy gestured wildly at Danny, before giving the ghost boy a lopsided smile. “Hi, I’m Leo, Leo Valdez. Son of Hephaestus, you know, the best god out there. This is Piper-” Danny blinked a few times, before shaking his head and holding his hands out.

“Hold on. Did you just say you’re the son of a god?” Danny asked, and Leo gave him a look like he was an idiot. A blush of embarrassment spread across Danny’s cheeks, and Piper grasped his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Leo’s an asshole. Yeah, we’re all the children of Greek gods and goddesses, demigods we’re called. I’m the daughter of Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty.” She smiled, warm enough to heat up the chill of the night.

“What the fuck..” Danny muttered, and Leo clapped his hand on Danny’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry amigo. It’ll all make sense soon. For right now, we have to kill that giant thingy outside-” Piper cut Leo off.

“Yeah, and this idiot blew his fuse way too early.” Piper smiled lovingly at Leo, and Leo flipped her off. Danny, confused, looked at the two demigods.

“How can I help?” Danny asked, and Piper furrowed her eyebrows, looking at Leo. Leo sucked on his teeth, before looking straight at Danny.

“Yeah, you might want to ask Annabeth how you can help. Good luck, she’s fucking terrifying.” Leo shuddered slightly, and Piper punched his arm.

“Who’s Annabeth?” Danny asked, and Piper laughed slightly.

“She’s the blonde with the curly hair. Percy’s the one with the sea green eyes, Nico’s the one with the black, messy hair and the skull shirt, Jason-”

“HER MANS!” Leo interrupted, and Danny couldn’t help but laugh. “See, he gets it. I’m funny.” Leo laughed, and they both exchanged a fist bump. Piper, slightly amused, described everyone else with the shake of her head.

“Alright. Stay safe-” Danny stopped. He wasn’t talking to Sam and Tucker, he was talking to two different people. Realizing the mix up, Piper shot him a smile. “We will.” She responded, and Danny let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. Flying back out to the rest of the group, he felt uneasy. Both Annabeth and Nico gave him death glares, and Percy and Jason both looked like they wanted to kill something. Danny retreated to the two who looked the least fierce, Hazel and Frank.

“Hi-” Danny breathed, and Hazel shot him a quick smile, before stabbing at the giant’s legs. Frank aimed his arrows at the giant’s eyes, and an idea popped into Danny’s head.

“Guys, I can take over the giants body, and then you could kill him easier.” Danny spoke, and Percy perked up.

“You can?!” He asked happily, and Danny saw in his eye that he was tired of killing monsters. Danny knew the feeling, he was sick of getting rid of ghosts too.

“Even if you did it-” Nico spoke up, and Danny jumped slightly. “-you might die. You’re still half alive, right? So doing that to help us would end up with you killed, if we kill the body you take over.” Danny chewed on his bottom lip.

“I can’t just let this town be destroyed.” Danny muttered, and Hazel grasped his shoulder.

“Nico, he’s willing to help, let him help. You could bring him back, right?” She asked her brother, and Nico scowled slightly.

“If it helps, I won’t kill you that badly.” Jason joked, and Danny shot him a weak smile.

“Thanks.” He muttered, before flying into the giant. The next few minutes were a haze, as Danny blacked out for a while. Man, the shit he got himself into. He has an essay due tomorrow.

Waking up, Danny groaned, clutching the side of his head. Sitting up, he saw Leo, sitting criss-crossed at the end of the bed, fiddling with a sphere of some sort. “Leo-” The curly head Latino looked up, and shot Danny a smirk.

“Ah, the ghost boy’s finally up. How do you feel?” Leo asked, setting the sphere aside, tucking the screws and bolts into one of the many pockets of his tool belt. Danny closed his eyes, wincing at the light slightly.

“Like shit. What time is it?” Danny asked, his now blue eyes flicking around the room that he was in.

“About ten thirty. In the morning. You passed out for a while.” A blonde walked into the room, handing Danny a glass of water and two pain killers. “I’m Will, Camp Half Blood’s resident healer.” The blonde flashed Danny a smile, before stepping back.

“Jesus-” Danny cursed beneath his breath, getting up abruptly. A sharp pain shot through his head, and he fell forward slightly.

“Whoa there-” Will grasped Danny’s arm, and Danny gritted his teeth. Looking up, Danny’s gaze focused on the door.

“Guys, I have to get back home. My parents are going to flip.” Danny muttered, but Will sat him back down on the bed.

“Relax. You’ll get back. You’re kinda messed up because of that battle.” Will muttered, and Danny took the pills. Groaning, he laid back down again, black messy hair resting on the pillow once more.

“Yeah, Phantom, you’re gonna have to stay here for at least a day.” Leo spoke, and Danny shot up.

“A fucking day?!” He exclaimed, strands of black hair falling into his eyes. Leo laughed slightly, reaching out and resting a hand on his new friends shoulder.

“Don’t worry, you can hang out in here, in Bunker Nine with me, or hang around camp with the others you met yesterday.” Leo spoke, but he frowned slightly at Danny’s distressed look.

“I had an essay due today. It was gonna bring my grade up, I-” Tugging at his roots, Danny slammed back down onto the bed, groaning into the pillow angrily. “Does anyone have a phone I could use?” He asked.

“Well, us demigods aren’t allowed to have phones, because that attracts monsters, but go see Annabeth. I’m sure she has a phone.” Will rubbed the distressed boy’s shoulder slightly. “You’ll be alright Danny.” He sighed, and Danny swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing up abruptly.

“Thanks, you two.” Danny shot them both a weak smile, before walking out the infirmary. To say he was overwhelmed next was an understatement. The camp was filled with people relatively wearing the same orange t-shirt, littered with the words 'Camp Half-Blood, Long Island Sound’. Danny felt wary, as various glares were sent his way. Walking with his head ducked and his arms tucked in his pockets, Danny frantically searched the crowds for Annabeth.

Finding Piper with Jason, Danny made a b-line for them, not realizing that people were chasing him with weapons as well. Hiding behind the couple, Jason frowned at the multiple swords pointed at him and Piper, that were meant for Danny.

“Guys, what the fuck.” Jason sighed, and Piper pulled Danny beside the two, wrapping her arm around his shoulders.

“He isn’t one of us, Grace. Can’t you sense it? He’s fucking dead-” A pang rang in Danny’s chest, and he let his head drop. A familiar head of black, short wind-swept hair followed a head of blonde, curly hair.

“Shut the fuck up. All of you. Danny saved us from a giant attack, and yeah he might not be a demigod, but he’s fucking better than half of you would ever be.” Annabeth’s deathly calm voice rang through the crowd, and the crowd dispersed in fear as quickly as it formed. Danny felt confused. He thought, for one, Annabeth didn’t like him. Two, he’s never been defended by anyone but Sam and Tucker before. And maybe Jazz, but those three never had the same effect Annabeth has.

Danny concluded that having Annabeth like him enough to defend him is a good thing. “You alright Fenton?” Percy asked, a worried look settling into his sea green eyes. Nodding, Danny looked up, fiddling with his fingers.

“Uh, Annabeth, can I use your phone to call my parents?” Danny asked, and Annabeth shot him a warm smile, handing over a silver flip phone.

“Make it quick Danny. I’m not trying to be busted by Chiron.” Annabeth spoke, and Danny nodded, flipping the phone open. Dialing a familiar number, he held the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” His sister, Jazz’s voice flowed through the phone. Danny breathed a sigh of relief.

“Jazz, it’s me. Danny-” Danny was cut off quickly.

“DANNY WHAT THE FUCK WHERE ARE YOU WE’RE ALL WORRIED SICK!” Danny winced at the screams from the phone, before chuckling slightly.

“I’m alright, and safe. With a couple friends in New York. I’ll be back by tomorrow, I promise.” Danny muttered, and he heard Jazz sigh on the other end.

“Alright Danny. I passed in your essay for you today, by the way. Don’t die, stay safe please. I love you.” Jazz spoke softly, and Danny smiled.

“I love you too.” Hanging up, he handed Annabeth her phone back. Danny glanced around camp, stomach grumbling in protest. Percy laughed slightly.

“Mess hall is that way. I’m pretty sure Nico’s in there, you could sit with him.” Percy pointed to a large building, and Danny nodded, thanking the four and walking towards the mess hall. Finding Nico easily, he grabbed an empty plate, and sat in front of the son of Hades.

“What’s with the empty plates?” Danny asked, and Nico looked at Danny through his eyelashes.

“They’re magic. Think of what you want to eat, and it’ll pop up.” Nico muttered lowly, and Danny frowned at the plate slightly. He didn’t think it was possible, but then again, he was half ghost, and he’s in a camp with people who are half god, so what exactly was possible? Sooner or later, a breakfast popped up in front of Danny, and he smiled slightly.

“You alright?” He asked Nico, taking a sip of his orange juice. Nico finally sat up, looking at Danny.

“Fine. Why?” Nico asked, arching an eyebrow at the ghost boy. His warm, dark brown eyes looked at Danny in slight confusion. Danny shrugged.

“Just wondering.” He answered, and felt death radiate off of Nico. Looking down, he stabbed his fork into his scrambled eggs. “You get judged, don’t you?” Danny finally looked up, watching the expression on Nico’s face carefully. “The aura of death. Not feeling you belong? Fuck-” Danny sympathized heavily with Nico. Danny only felt it once, imagine staying here for years. “It must be hard on you. I’m sorry.” Danny muttered.

“Don’t-” Nico stopped, watching Danny’s expression. “Sorry. I’m fine. It doesn’t bother me much anymore.” Nico mumbled, wondering why he was opening up slightly to someone he barely knew. They sat in an awkward silence for a while. “What you did yesterday, that was really brave.” Nico finally spoke.

Danny flashed him a quick smile. “It was, wasn’t it? I mean, I could’ve fully died, and I still did it.” He spoke cockily, running a hand through his black locks. Nico snorted slightly in amusement.

“You wouldn’t have came back if it wasn’t for me.” Nico shot Danny a sly smirk, and gladly watched the cockiness slip off the ghost boy’s face. “They don’t call me the Ghost King for nothing.” Nico said, taking a bite of his plum.

“Ghost King. Touché.” Danny and Nico exchanged a smile, and Danny already began planning on when he could come back to New York to see his new friends that make most of the people in Amity Park look boring.

Despite nearly dying for good, Danny was eager to come back to the demigods that made his crazy life a little more exciting.


(i m  s h o o k)

- nez

(40) (End) Ignis' pick-up poem.

Even though it is not a new realization, Ignis Scientia is aware he may be a bit too uptight and rather cold as a boyfriend to Gladiolus Amicitia.

His feelings are all true, yet he is aware he may not show it as much as he could or should. While Gladiolus does not mind and understands that’s just his way of being, Ignis has not yet stopped thinking about Gladiolus’ sweet poem, and feels a bit in debt: Gladio, in his strange, sometimes childish but always sincere and honest way, loves and appreciates him, and Ignis feels he hasn’t shown himself thankful enough.

Grateful for all those 69 attempts of flirting (…or at least some of them) and a poem, and those wonderful 5 years of relationship so far, and wanting to do something special for Gladio, Ignis has been drabbling down poem ideas in secret.

Decided to have an ultimate weapon after 39 attempts of a pick-up line, having cleaned the poem and memorized it, Ignis has come to be prepared, and awaits for an appropiate moment.

Today the hunter’s being hunted.

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anonymous asked:

Child of a military family here to explain stuff! In the Army, you have to get your BMI checked every two months. It's to make sure that your soldiers are in shape! So, Alexander wouldn't be allowed to go into the field if he were under or over weight. So he couldn't exactly be wiry and be allowed to head into the field. You have to go through resiliency training as well because in the field you have a lot of gear to carry. So Alex would have a good amount of muscle. Sorry if I sounded snooty

No you’re fine this is super interesting! I didn’t know that!
I was just thinking 1776 military probs wouldnt be checking for that
So you have this tiny little 19 running around

cassmoreiraxo  asked:

47 “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”

lol this is pretty bad but to be fair i’ve had a bad day
“i thought it was just a one night stand and now we’re married”
“and then,” shawn giggled, slightly drunk. he was telling a story from tour to brian and they were both laughing uncontrollably.

since shawn had a week off from tour, the both of you decided it would be nice to get together with some friends. shawn invited brian over and you invited your best friend.

your head was in shawn’s lap as you caught up with your best friend. you hadn’t seen her in a while since you joined shawn on tour, so it was nice. you couldn’t help but listen to shawn and brian’s conversation though, shawn’s laughing was just too loud.

you finished telling yet another story of tour to your best friend before she got up to get another pop can. she was never a big drinker, even back in the high school and college days.

you, shawn, and brian were a little drunk, you still knew what was going on. you knew if you had one more drink, it would put you over the edge.

“you know what’s still the best tour story?” brian asked, taking another sip of beer. “yours.” he motioned between the two of you.

the two of you met on tour when shawn was in london. you were there for a trip with your best friend and you decided to visit a bar that night, that’s where you met shawn and brian.

the next morning you woke up in his bed, and here you are now, almost 4 years later.

“i know right? i thought it was a one night stand, now we’re married.” you giggled, “but i don’t mind.”

shawn smiled down at you lovingly, “i’m so glad i decided to go to that bar that night. look how we turned out.”

you sat up, pecking shawn on the lips before resting your head on his shoulder.

“you guys are gross.” brian commented, making a face at the two of you. you just rolled your eyes because you knew he had a crush on your best friend and was too shy to make a move.

“you know what we can conclude from the night you two met?” you best friend cut in.


she grinned, unable to control her laughter.

“that you two literally suck at one night stands.”

anonymous asked:

Had an old man in my line with a man and woman behind him. The second man is in our motorized cart and asks to get by, and the old man complies... by saying "I'll just stand with her!", stepping into my till (basically a two foot by two foot space) and puts his arm around me while the other guy gets by. Like. Dude. What makes you think crowding your cashier into a corner and putting your arm around her is okay. What. Why. I was so shocked I couldn't even say anything.

I’d have pushed him out. I’m sorry but I freak out if someone invades my space. I’ve literally jumped over the check stand.


golly-god  asked:

"Is he gone?" "Pretty sure." Dean replied, "but we might want to wait a minute to be su-" Dean tried but was cut off by Sam's kiss. They're staying at Bobby's and their dad just dropped them off. "Couldn't have waited two minutes before you started to make out on my couch?" Bobby's voice suddenly startled the boys. Sam curled into Dean, blushing. It's still new that Bobby knows. "Sorry," Dean starts to apologize for the both of them but Bobby holds his hand up to stop him. "Don't ever be"

I love this so much so SO MUCH
the idea that Bobby knows and doesn’t care
makes my heart ache