Thursday Things.

- I’m currently going through a phase of cooking things I haven’t made in a million years. Tonight’s special was fish stew and it was top notch.

- This morning I got myself to body pump, I was all aboard the struggle bus, I just felt so weak and drained! There was a sub and she could only do a 45 minute class instead of the full hour and I was so glad! It was really weird though, not only was the teacher different, I was the only regular there, everyone else I haven’t seen before and I started to question whether it was actually Thursday.


- The boss is doing his first ultra marathon on Saturday so I think his mind was completely elsewhere today. More talk of bag drop offs and spare socks then any app stuff. I’ve yet to tell him that I’ve withdrawn from the marathon, I’m kinda embarrassed in a way?

- In celebration of the game release we had some cake. I took a chance and went with a co op irresistible apple and blackcurrant cake. Apple cake, blackcurrant jam, butter cream and a crumble topping. I’m not so sure about it, the apple is a bit artificial tasting and the crumble isn’t dry enough to be crumble like. It’s one of those things where I’m not sure if I like it or not. I won’t buy it again but probably won’t turn down a slice. That is my grand cake review. Moral of the story? Stop buying cake and get baking!

- Speaking of baking… New Great British Bake Off starts the 29th… I will watch it of course but I don’t have high expectations. I’m going to give it a chance.

- Most of my evenings I’ve been playing the new Zelda and I’m absolutely loving this one! So I shall leave you guys and go save Hyrule…

Things we learned about Nicole in 2x07:

  • She’s built temporary shelters in flood zones before (and forgot to write her name on the inside of her mosquito helmet) ♥️
  • She keeps a spare gun in her sock

  • Great aim even when drunk on beer and peppermint shots

  • Is a “cute drunk,” according to Wynonna (and the rest of us)

  • Uses the terms “grabby mcrevenant” and “skip-a-doodle” 

  • Can’t lie to Waverly, who she thinks is “so pretty” and she likes “so much” 

  • Not comfortable with executions, even of the revenant variety

Imagine Pidge on her period.

Pidge tries to hide it, of course. After all, she’s on a spaceship for of mostly dudes and she’s not sure if Allura gets an Altean equivalent, so she just tries to deal with it alone.

And for the most part she manages just fine. After all, spare socks serve well enough, as do the stolen gauze pads from first aid kits. And Altean toilet paper is, for some reason, way stronger than any brand on Earth.

So in that respect, she’s fine.

It’s hiding it from the guys that’s a problem. But they can sense that something’s off with Pidge, even though she won’t say. And she’s hiding it because she knows how they’d react.

First of all, there’s Coran. Who would ask her a lot of questions about this human biological phenomenon. And normally, Pidge would be understanding and wouldn’t mind answering. Just not when she’s in pain and suffering.

Keith would kind of avoid her. I mean, he’s never really been around people in general, never mind girls. And Shiro, though he would try to be supportive and understanding, grew up with a bunch of brothers. So no. Our beloved Spacedad wouldn’t really get it.

But to the shock of everyone, it’s not sweet, always-looking-out-for Pidge Hunk that figured it out first.

It’s Lance.

It took Lance about 20 seconds to figure out Pidge was on her period. And even though he never told the others what was wrong with Pidge, they grew even more suspicious when Lance starts doing weird things for Pidge.

Lance tells Hunk to make something as close to chocolate ice cream as he can. He describes a hot water bottle to Coran to see if there’s an Altean equivalent. He lends Pidge his headphones and music player and asks Allura about extra pillows and blankets. He even convinces Shiro to let Pidge sit in her room with her laptop when moving became too painful for her.

Now, the others eventually figure out what’s going on. I mean, they’re not stupid. But only Keith has the nerve to ask Lance how knew what to do.

Lance simply shrugs. “When you have four sisters, you learn things.”

(Sorry. I just love the idea of Lance knowing how to handle girl problems.)

Sugar Travels

One of the greatest perks of being a sugar baby is the fact that we get to see all of these amazing sights all over the world! So to help some ladies out who might be preparing for an upcoming trip, or hopefuls who just want to be prepared, here are some tips that I have picked up here and there when I am about to travel to a new place for a vacation.

Pre-Travel Care

  • Whether you are staying in the same room with your SD, or having one of your own self care is very needed.
    • Depending on how long your upcoming adventure is, a little trip to get a wax might be suggested. Whether it’s to tame the kitty, or just to have legs smoother than a baby’s bottom, getting a wax is one less daily hassle to worry about when looking your best.
    • Nails, and hair should be tended to also for a fully polished look. Look at the expected weather during the days of your trip so that you can plan your hair accordingly and don’t end up spending bucks on a beautiful blowout that ends up getting rained out the first night you’re there.
    • Drink plenty of water every day for at least 10 days before your trip for clearer skin.
    • MOISTURIZE! for at least  week


Checked bags

  • When spending more than two nights, I highly suggest checking a bag. This allows you to have space for gifts and goodies acquired from a shopping trip.
  • Look up the weather for the days you are expecting to be there so that you can get a feel of the clothes to pack for the trip, and cross that with your itinerary plans for the trip.
  • 2.5 Rule- 
    • Pack two and a half outfits per day, to cover any surprise spills or last minute changes. These extra pieces should be versatile shirts and bottoms that can be used with most of your other pieces.
  • Shoes
    • Have at least one pair of heels, and a casual walking shoe.
      • For longer trips add a statement shoe that will pop against any basic outfit (LBD anyone?), a pair of flats and some snazzy sandals so that all shoes can match with at least one outfit, preferably two outfits

Carry on

Personally I like having a carry on, and a backpack/purse

  • In your carry on…
    • Pack a few basics, like clean underwear, a t-shirt and a pair of bottoms. Baggage gets lost sometime, and at least if yours were to get lost, then you at least have a backup outfit to bide some time.
    • Make sure all liquids are under the relegated 3 fl oz limit to save yourself the time at TSA.
    • If you’re traveling on a flight for more than three hours, keep the flashy outfit towards the top of your carry on so that either before you land, or once you do you can quickly make your way to the bathroom to freshen up into a sexier outfit for daddy.
    • A printed copy of your boarding pass
    • Tablet/ Laptop
    • Keep things you won’t need over the trip (like house keys) kept away in a zipped pocket away from hand traffic so you don’t misplace them over the duration of the trip.
  • In your purse…
    • Keep things that are small and more than likely needed over the course of the trip… 
      • Headphones
      • Phone charger
      • Phone
      • A few small ziplock bags
      • Passport/ government ID
      • A magazine/ reading pleasure
      • Spare socks
      • Chapstick/lipstick/lip gloss
      • Empty reusable water bottle
      • And anything else small and important

Getting through security

Personally I think the hardest part about travelling is getting through security

  • Keep your outfit to something simple and comfortable. Stay away from things that a bejeweled, shoes that are hard to get out of and excessive amounts of jewelry.
    • Wear sliders or simple zip boots, and
      • Ie) My outfit of choice is always leggings, a long basic tunic, and ankle boots that slide on and off.
    • Keep your jewelry in one of the ziplock bags in your purse until after you pass TSA.
    • You’re going to be without shoes for a while, so I always have spare socks in my purse, because the thought of my feet touching the airport floor irks me to high levels.
    • Carry an empty reusable water bottle so that you are able to save yourself from getting robbed for $5 water at the airport.
      • Make sure it is empty so that you do not get pulled aside at TSA
    • Headphones with some music playing to keep you in the zone, but not too loud so you can stay updated as the lines move, and for whatever updates come from the officers are over the speakers.

Once you’ve past security it is smooth sailing from there. Check in with the important people, grab a bite to eat, if you’re above age find a bar and stay near your gate until it is time for your to board for your adventure.

Hope you enjoyed my tips! What are your sugar travel tips?

☆ Brown Sugar NY ☆

Oh My Baby

Request: I want to request a chanyeol scenario. The story is similar to Oh My Lady drama…

Oh My Baby Masterlist ||

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 1427

Two weeks. Two weeks is all it can take for a life to drastically change, for better or worse. In Chanyeol’s opinion, it was definitely for the worse.

Two weeks ago, he was sat in his desk chair in his new house, composing new melodies for the groups’ latest album. He was happily strumming on his guitar when the doorbell rang, causing him to sigh in mild frustration before carefully setting the instrument down on the carpeted floor and standing to answer the door.

He was in no way prepared for what lay behind it.

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Gaeltacht 101

Going to the Gaeltacht for the first time can be SCARY. I remember when I found out the first year that I was going I genuinely cried because I was so afraid. However, six summer courses later (four as a student and two working as a ceannaire), and I still don’t know what terrified me so much. It’s a great opportunity and it’s essentially a holiday (if the weather holds up!).
Since it’s still so scary for many people, I’ve made a list of tips, supplies, and other useful bits for first-timers!

- Pack in advance. Make sure you bring sports clothes (even if you don’t like sports you’ll probably HAVE to do them), beach clothes, spare towels, more clothes, socks, and underwear than you think you’ll need. PRACTICAL SHOES. Holy god please don’t wear heels in the Gaeltacht (maybe bring a pair just for the last night). You’ll be picking yourself out of the muck for a week.

- Bring water. If you’re going to a coastal Gaeltacht (An Rinn especially), there’s a good chance that the drinking water will be manky AND that you won’t get enough of it. They do big packs of bottled water in Lidl for fairly reasonable. Some places mightn’t want you having water but h o n e s t l y. Just don’t have a water fight indoors like a gobshite.

- Have at least enough Irish to get by. If you can’t string a sentence together as Gaeilge you’re going to have a very rough time of it. Try to step it up in school in the months leading up to the summer. If your teacher is useless, try Duolingo to get your basics down.

- Buy/bring a backpack. Trust me, even those dinky ones from Penneys are lifesavers. Where else are you going to keep your suncream, water, camera, purse/wallet? In fact, get a small one so you don’t become the group suitcase.

- If you have a hurley BRING IT. 

- Don’t give the ceannairí/cúntóirí a hard time. It’s their job to make sure you’re trying to speak Irish and not acting the maggot too much. No, Páidí isn’t an arsehole for giving you detention, you’re the one screaming “WILL YOU MEET MY FRIEND” while standing on a bosca bruscar.  

- If you don’t want to go to mass, you might have to bring a letter from your parents. I know this is a tough one, especially if your mam or dad are religious/awkward. Some places will let you just stay back and do sports or whatever if you ask, but others have a hard rule about it.

- Wear your interests. This can be a risky one, but if you’re a little shy it can help to have a literal beacon to connect with other people who are also shy. In my time the emo kids always stuck together, and you could pick any one of us out by our clothes. Same with the bebo stunnahs, or any other group. I know it seems a bit silly, but it works. You won’t always get on with people who dress the same, but having something to talk about is a step to finding people you do get on with. Something as simple as a band shirt or even badges are enough, you don’t want to go too flashy in the Gaeltacht.

- Bring pocket money. When I say pocket money, I mean maybe €10-€20 in case ye go to the shop or have a shop on site. You really shouldn’t need more than that unless the coláiste tells you otherwise. 

- You might not be able to bring snacks with you. You might have to deposit them in a seomra soláistí/tuck room. You definitely shouldn’t keep them in your room/dorm. You definitely shouldn’t put them at the bottom of your suitcase or in an opaque bag because nobody can, without permission, search through your belongings to take them from you. You definitely also shouldn’t need to make sure there are no wrappers visible in bins or crumbs left around because you definitely won’t be eating in the dorms. You also definitely shouldn’t bribe a ceannaire with chocolate if they catch you with food. 

anonymous asked:

Could you pls write the first time Robert ever sees Aaron in Roberts tshirt when they get ready for bed?

They haven’t seen each other all day, they have barely spoken since Robert stayed over a few days ago and he misses Aaron. It’s a dull ache, a constant lack of him that makes Robert glance at his phone and want to reach out, want to call. He just doesn’t know if he can, not yet. 

They are starting slow, talking sporadically, Robert wanting to let Aaron lead the way because if anyone should want to take it slow, it’s Aaron. They’re rediscovering what it is like to be together, and they are figuring out how to just be boyfriends, no hiding or scheming. That also means Robert not texting whenever he wants, despite the itch in his fingers and his brain to send a stupid text. 

In the end, it’s Aaron that reaches out. It makes Robert smile, fills his chest with warmth and comfort and a feeling of knowing Aaron wants him, even after all this time, after everything he has done. Sleep at mine tonight? x - the kiss at the end is so new to them but it feels right. 

Robert smiles all day, unable to wipe it off his face even when Nicola tells him he is a smug idiot. Being smug about Aaron is something he can’t prevent; knowing what he has, what Aaron gives him, what Aaron looks like under those clothes… it gives him a thousand reasons to be smug. 

He arrives after dinner, giddy and nervous and slips upstairs to find Aaron sitting on the bed, wringing his hands. He looks exhausted, eyes heavy and shoulders slumped. 

“Alright?” Robert asks. His arm automatically slips around Aaron’s shoulders, thumb stroking circles on his jumper. 

“Couldn’t sleep last night - had a nightmare… have for a few nights now. Thought it might help to have you here,” Aaron admits, looking up into Robert’s eyes, his own eyes unguarded and vulnerable. 

“Anything you need,” Robert says. Aaron places a hand in his thigh, gentle, innocent. 

“Can we go to bed?” Aaron asks and Robert lets out a small reassuring ask. 

“Of course,” he answers, and a smile tugs at Aaron’s lips. 

He has a toothbrush here now, sitting in a glass next to Aaron’s, waiting for him when he arrives. He has a few spare pairs of briefs, socks and a few extra t-shirts and jumpers, enough clothes to let him sleep over without worrying about bringing anything. It was Aaron’s idea and it felt like so much more than just a change of clothes. 

When Robert comes back from the bathroom Aaron is changing, pulling on a white t-shirt to sleep in. Robert raises an eyebrow, recognising it immediately.

“Isn’t that -” he starts but is cut off by the hesitation on Aaron’s face. 

“It’s yours, yeah… Sorry,” Aaron starts and Robert wraps his arms around him. 

“Don’t apologise.” Aaron nods and places his hands on Robert’s arms, holding on. 

“Couldn’t sleep, had all these thoughts going through my head… I hope it’s ok I borrowed this?” 

“Course it is,” Robert says, hands on Aaron’s back, holding him close. 

“It smelled of you, felt good… reminded me that we’re doing this,” Aaron admits, eyes downcast and voice quiet. Like he’s embarrassed. Like Robert isn’t smiling like a smitten idiot. 

“We are,” Robert says, kissing Aaron softly on the lips, not pushing him. “You can borrow my stuff anytime you like, yeah?” 

Aaron nods, brings his eyes up to meet Robert’s and he smiles. 

“Come here,” Robert says, pulling him over to the bed and wrapping his arms around him. “This ok?” he asks when they lie next to each other, Robert wrapped around Aaron, his head resting on Aaron’s shoulder. 

“Yeah… it’s great.” 

Aaron’s hands still rest on Robert’s, stroking his arms and holding him close.

Before long Aaron’s breathing evens out, his face calm in sleep. Robert waits, keeps an eye on him to make sure he is sleeping peacefully and soon he is lulled to sleep by the sound of Aaron’s breathing, and the rhythm of his heartbeat. 


my friend when she saw my outfit:  you look very,,,, understated
me: thanks im gay and this aesthetic is the easiest way i know to let girls know im gay

Weekend At Happy’s

Paring: Tony Stark & Child!Reader

Tags: female reader, child reader, set during and after Captain America: Civil War, childhood, divorce, feels, angst, fluff. 

Summary: You’re the child of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts, and everyone is away doing adult things without you. All you want is someone to play dolls with.

Word Count: 1,717

Current Date: 2017-07-12

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

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Wet myself at the University!

You guys know the drill now, right? Lolol, old story from the fall of 2015, my first year at university that I wrote for I hope you all like it! Even though these are old, feedback is welcome. Feel free to shoot me a message any time. :)


Hey guys! It’s me again. I’m sure that judging from the topic title you can tell I did something stupid again, so let’s just get into it.

I was doing a hold yesterday. You know, drinking some soda, some water, the usual stuff, just waiting around for it all to start kicking in. The problem was at some point I realized I had to turn in a paper I had due to one of my professors. Looking at the clock, I hadn’t gotten too far into the whole hold thing, I was feeling it but I wasn’t unbearably desperate. I estimated that I shouldn’t be more than an hour, and by the time I got back I’d probably REALLY be feeling it, so I said what the hell, let’s go turn it in now. So I got to the nearest transit stop, knowing it would be there any second, and took it to a friends place. I had a water bottle filled with lemonade on me and continually sipped from it as the trip progressed. Eventually I got to my friends place, and bugged her for a ride, given the University is all but 5 minutes away from where she lives. She had to go to the store anyway so she let me off in the Uni lot, and said she was going to pick up some groceries and would be in the lot again by the time I got out. Perfect. At this point I was definitely starting to feel twitchy. I’d clench my thighs or bounce around a little every now and again from the discomfort.

Obligatory description paragraph! To reiterate very simply, I’m between 5'8-5'9, 116 pounds, pale as ash, and long black hair that reaches past my shoulders. For my trip out I was wearing a white Avengers T-shirt, a small jean jacket over it, a black miniskirt, and black tights. Just a white bra and panties set, nothing special.

So I get to the University. At this point I need to pee pretty solidly, but I’m not in danger. At this moment, everything was going according to plan. When I get in I ask for directions to the professor offices of that general category, and I get some really vague ones so I get sort of lost. I find my way there eventually by pure accident.

I get to her office and I knock. She tells me to come in and I hand in my assignment. Thing is about this particular teacher, she’s chatty. Which I don’t mind at all! She’s sweet, funny, and well-versed in her subject which is something I happen to find very interesting. I’m also overly nervous and polite, so I won’t often excuse myself from a conversation even if I need to.

She kept me in that office talking for about an hour. In this time, my need for the bathroom rose to DANGER levels. She was so into our conversation she didn’t even notice my constant fidgeting, or any of the usual telltale signs. And to be fair, I was really into the conversation too. It was during this conversation the first leak happened, and I visibly stiffened, thinking to myself something along the lines of “Shiiiiiiiiiit.” Eventually she let me go, saying she had some stuff to get done, and I politely excused myself from the office. The moment I shut the door I looked around and shoved my hand between my legs. Bathroom. NOW. I could let out enough and continue the hold at home, but if I didn’t do something I wouldn’t make it home to finish holding. Almost the moment I finished that thought I leaked a little into my panties, like my body was adding an exclamation point.

I looked around the entire floor for the bathroom. Campus is three or four buildings altogether, I haven’t gotten used to the grounds yet so I can’t say for sure. But its big. And not knowing where I am often, I get lost easy. Like some Omorashi cliche, the bathroom on this floor was out of order. I dribbled a bit more, as I had been doing every little bit. I actually took another sip of my lemonade, almost reflexively. Then I slapped myself mentally…Muscle memory isn’t always a good thing. I did end up coming across an elevator in my desperate waddling, and ended up on the second floor (I had been on the third). I was almost starting to get my bearings here, some of the area looked familiar. I felt a familiar warmth and immediately gripped at myself again under my skirt, clenching my legs together. The spurts had definitely soaked through my underwear, I felt the tights between my legs growing increasingly damp as time went on. I didn’t have much time left. Another spurt or two happened before I regained control, my hand coming away wet. I wiped it off on my knee and continued my desperate journey. Luckily for me, it being the weekend, there weren’t a ton of students around, especially given that here in Canada, thanksgiving was Sunday. The day I’m posting this actually, so happy thanksgiving everyone!

After much exploring I found a staircase, the kind that goes down to a landing, and then turns around to finish going down in the opposite direction. The staircase was familiar to me, at the bottom was an area I usually frequent so once I got down there I knew where the nearest bathroom was. My bladder evidently didn’t like the fact that I was close to making it, as every step down to the first landing, I leaked. My hands were buried between my legs and I could feel them catching drops. I was sweating, my muscles straining, but I couldn’t give up, I was so close! I reached the landing and made my way down the second set of steps, slowly but steadily dribbling all the way. About midway down I started leaking heavily, and one large spurt in particular I felt stream down the back of my leg a little. This was bad. I felt more urine travel down the insides of my legs and begin to gently patter onto the stairs. I was losing control I was increasingly doubting I would get back. It was also at this moment I heard voices coming from the top of the stairs coming down, and voices from ahead of me, on the ground floor. In front of the stairs, maybe 10 feet, there was a door leading outside and a hallway going left, and I could hear people coming from around the corner. I was about to be surrounded, and judging from the absolute straining feeling in my bladder as I dribbled and leaked on the stairs, I might be absolutely peeing myself during said time. So I did the only thing I could do…I dashed down the remainder of the stairs, did a 180, hid under them, and slammed my back against the wall and covered my mouth. I could hear people coming around the corner and more coming down the stairs. I shoved my hand down my tights and gripped my crotch outside of my now soaking wet panties, with my other hand covering my mouth trying to stay as quiet as possible. There was just one issue….I couldn’t hold it. I gripped, and crossed my legs, and braced as hard as I could, but I just couldn’t hold it anymore, no matter how hard I tried.

It started to come out, regardless of how badly I was trying to hold it or not. A hissing came from under my hand, streaming down my locked legs onto the floor, my other hand muffling moans and whines. I tried so hard but the more I tried the harder it came, my panties and tights were soaked. I could feel it gathering in my shoes, and my legs becoming warm and wet all over. I let out a muffled squeal into my palm as my bladder just felt like it dropped, and the stream grew so powerful it sprayed between my fingers onto the floor. The voices were growing distant now, like it even mattered anymore. I felt it streaming down my legs, my breathing becoming ragged as it made its own trails and waterfalls down my legs and thighs. There was a massive puddle beneath me on the ground. I just stood there, unsure of how to react. I had just pissed myself at University.

Me being me, I immediately went into Solid Snake mode. I whipped out a napkin and wiped off the back of my tights. Being black, they wouldn’t show much. I darted out the aforementioned door and out into the sun. It was rather warm. My panties and tights were damp but its not like anyone could tell, especially given the distance between me and anyone else. A LITTLE bit had gotten on the skirt, but as that was black too, I was currently semi-safe. I looped around campus from the outside, hoping to dry a little. I saw the car in the parking lot, but my friend wasn’t in it. I found out later she went to the convenience store across the street while waiting for me.

I hopped into the car, and reclined the passenger seat back. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my tights off. I put them in my backpack and pulled out a pair of knee highs (I go everywhere with spare socks. You never know people!) and put them on. Bam. Nobody would even be the wiser. I could even feel my panties were no longer sopping wet. Eventually she came back to the car to find me. She looked at my legs, and then at me, asking why I changed like that. I told her it was hot, while smiling like an idiot. She claimed it made no sense but didn’t pursue it further after I said I felt the socks were cuter. I then managed to get home and reflect on my day.

Well there you have it! As always, feel free to give feedback and ask me anything! I love hearing from everyone :)

Feeling Alive (Part 1)

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.


Slow Hands

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 2/?: Slow Hands

Word count: 3999

Love to @systemfailuresunshine for her endless patience. See bottom for author notes!

You dash into the studio with your bag held over your head and rainwater soaking your shoes.

“Hey, Y/N!” Wanda theatrically raises her eyebrows as you shut the door behind you. “Is it raining out there?”

You pull a face at her.

“I’m fu-fricking drenched,” You say, vehemently. “As soon as I left work, boom! The heavens opened!”

Pepper, poised and polished in the middle of the space, pulls a sympathetic face. “Do you want to borrow some spare socks? I’ve brought a pair?”

You hesitate, then nod gratefully. You’re practically squelching with every step you take. At least you’d had the sense not to put on your trainers when you left work. Pepper fishes in her bag for the socks as you cross to where Clint is stood and shuck your way out of your coat (dripping water everywhere).

“Good week?” Clint asks, even as he dodges the spray. You tilt your head in a so-so gesture.

“Not bad. Had one-” You get stuck on the sign for ‘crying’ and have to mime, “-Crying jag today- not me,” You add hastily, noting Clint’s concerned expression, “One of the students. Exams are getting to them.”

Clint shakes his head and sketches out his reply with his fingers. “And I thought libraries were boring.”

You give a small smile. Clint’s deaf- or, as he says, as near to it as it makes no matter- and although he does have hearing aids, he tends to leave them out around people he knows can sign. You’re not totally fluent, but you can get by just fine. You frame your next question with a hook of the fingers. “You?”

He nods. “Not bad. I took Laura to the restaurant you mentioned, she seemed to really like it.”

You grin at that, holding up your hand for a high-five before showing your reply. “What did I tell you? Glad you had fun.”

Clint looks a little bashful, but pleased at the same time. He and Laura have been tentatively dating for nearly two months now, and things seem to be going well. Pepper gently taps you on the shoulder and offers you a clean pair of socks.

“Thanks, Pepper. I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it,” She says, sweetly. “Are you alright for getting home?”

You shrug. “If it’s still raining that hard I can get a bus. And a bit of water never killed anyone.” You struggle with the sign for ‘kill’: not one you use very often.

Clint raises his hand. “Objection.”

You roll your eyes. “Nobody ever drowned in rainwater. Happy?”

“I’ll be happier when you get your ass in gear, Y/N!” Wanda calls. “We’re all waiting for you!”

Oops. You quickly slide off your over-trousers to reveal your workout leggings, pull off your jumper and swap your sodden shoes and socks for dry trainers. Clint slides in his hearing aids, offers you a hand up, and together you walk out onto the floor.

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sea-room  asked:

I think I should put together a bugout bag. Everyone's got different opinions about what goes into one, but you seem to know what you're talking about. What do you think I should have?

Container and purification method for water.

72 hours of high activity calories (mre plus some per day)



2 fire making methods

Signal mirror

550 cord

Sleep mat/pad



First aid/trauma kit

Electrolyte powder

Anti diarrhea meds

Spare socks

Head lamp


Mylar blanket

Sharpie and chalk


That’s just what I pulled out of my backpack.

Anyone want to chime in?

falling like a feather, soft and light

In which Jyn is convinced that she’s hallucinating due to hypothermia. How else could she be safe and warm in Cassian’s arms?

Posted to AO3, as promised!

Now with a bonus deleted scene:

“—read me, Echo Base? Erso here—any—” The transmission was choppy and sliced with static, but just long enough for Cassian to recognize Jyn’s voice.

He clicked through a few frequencies, trying to improve reception, but the oncoming storm was already scrambling subspace transmissions. He swore and tried again. “Copy, Erso. This is Andor, report.”

“Fell—c-crevasse.” It wasn’t just static cutting the words out; he could hardly understand her shaking voice.

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Prompt: Courfeyrac leaves his bag in the Musain after a meeting. Combeferre picks it up, intending to return it to his friend later, but it's unzipped and a load of books tumble out. They include "A Very Short Introduction to Butterflies and Moths", "Philosophy for Dummies" and "How Scientists Think".

“Yeah, I think that should work. I’ll make a facebook event and email Planned Parenthood when I get home.” Combeferre places the minutes from today’s meeting in a folder and slips it into his messenger bag, alongside his laptop.

“Sounds good!” Enjolras’s glance strays from Combeferre’s face for a moment and Ferre turns to see Grantaire leaving the cafe.

“Why don’t you head home now? I can tidy up,” he says, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.

“What? Oh–thanks, yeah, I think I’ll just–R! Hey, about what you said earlier…” Enjolras is gone in about three seconds, and Combeferre shakes his head in amusement as he turns to examine the back room of the Musaine. A few chairs need to be pushed in still, and he throws away a stray napkin before coming across a bright yellow backpack. He reaches down to pick it up, intending to drop it by Courf and Marius’s apartment.

The moment he lifts it up, the bag’s contents scatter across the floor, several loud thumps startling Ferre and making him start. Dammit…he really should have remembered that Courf’s zipper is broken, Combeferre thinks as he kneels down to gather the contents. There are a few pamphlets on HIV prevention form their last meeting, a truly ridiculous number of vanilla chapsticks, a spare pair of socks, and more books than should reaonably have fit in a bag this size.

Placing the smaller items back in the bag, Combeferre gathers the books and examines their titles with interest. Encyclopedia Insectae, Philosophy for Dummies, A Brief History of Time…Combeferre has turned off the light and sprinted down the street, backpack clutched in his arms, before he can see the rest of the covers.

“You stole my books!”

“Ferre? What are you doing here?” Courfeyrac, clad only in an oversized t shirt and boxers, looks at Ferre in confusion as he stands in his doorway.

“You stole my books!” Ferre repeats, holding the yellow backpack out. “I’ve been looking for these for weeks; I needed the Encyclopedia for one of my essays.”

“Oh.” Courfeyrac’s face is flushed as he stands there, holding his bag awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I just–um–I wanted to–have a conversation. With you.” He can’t meet Ferre’s gaze, and shifts back and forth in his stocking feet.


“I wanted to have a conversation!” Courf finally looks up, biting his lip nervously before he continues. “Ever since we started college, it seems like we’re talking less and less…you’ve got Joly to talk about biology and astronomy and stuff and there’s no time for all our little adventures. We haven’t had one of our midnight picnics in the park since we graduated high school…I know it’s silly and of course you’re going to make new friends and that’s ok, obviously, but I just thought if I understood some of what you’re studying, maybe you’d talk to me more…”


“I just. Miss you.” Combeferre’s heart breaks a little at those words, as he gazes down on the face of one of his two oldest friends. 

“I miss you too.” Ferre steps forward and wraps his arms around Courfeyrac. “You know you’re one of the most important people in my life, though, right? And I honestly love that we can talk about things other than my classes, talking to you is like…” like a breath of fresh air, like my heart turns into a giant moth that’s fluttering in my chest, like… “It’s a relief.”

Courfeyrac pulls back a little at that, blinking in surprise. “It is?”

“Yes!” Combeferre exclaims. “I love talking to you more than anyone, Courf.”

“Oh.” The word falls out softly, and that beautiful, sunny smile Ferre loves so much slowly appears on Courf’s face. “I feel the same way…do you want to come in, Ferre? It’s kind of cold out.” He steps aside and Combeferre enters the small apartment, watching him set his bag near the door and turn back around.

“I’m sorry if you’ve felt left out, Courf, I know I’ve been busy. Do you want to do one of our Disney marathons tonight maybe?” As he says it, Ferre notices the constellation print on Courf’s shirt, which is several sizes too large.

“That would be great,” Courf says brightly.

“Oh, and one more thing, Courf.”


“Is that my shirt?”

“Oh! Um, yes. I–uh–it was because–” The sight of a thoroughly flustered Courfeyrac stirs something deep inside Combeferre, and he finds himself laughing out loud.

“I…think I know why,” he says softly. He steps forward and suddenly their lips are pressed together, his arms around the smaller man as they both shake with silent, giddy, relieved laughter. 

The books are forgotten and the next time Ferre sees them, he is placing them on the shelf he and Courf just built together.


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