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You Me Her

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Chapter Three: Excuses 

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After lying to Lucas about the extent of her feelings towards him Riley feels she has no choice but to tell Maya the same thing. Riley thinks it’s better to hear it from her rather than Lucas, especially after the two girls agreed to no longer keep secrets from one another. A pact that makes Riley feels horrible for lying to Maya but she keeps telling herself that this is the best thing for everyone. Her guilt subsides slightly when Maya looks relieved after Riley explains that she isn’t romantically interested in Lucas. 

As the weeks pass things remain awkward. Even though no one is asking Riley if she’s okay anymore they certainly still have a watchful eye on her in all situations. Still, Riley wears a smile that doesn’t waver as she tries to navigate through every tense situation. 

As for Maya and Lucas, on the outside you probably wouldn’t even be able to tell they were dating. They almost never held hands or made contact of any sort. Riley was unsure if they acted like this because of her or for other reasons.

Not surprisingly at all Maya prioritises Riley over Lucas in ever situation, even when ‘choosing’ isn’t necessary. Riley wonders if Maya does this out of guilt or obligation but she shakes the thought every time, Maya was her best friend and she does things because they love each other. Even though Riley tries to primarily focus on Maya she can’t help but notice the slight wave of disappointment that seems to cross Lucas every time he’s passed over for Riley. At least she thinks it’s disappointment. 

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Imagine Tony asking Steve if he was all right

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

“You all right?”

Tony asked Steve, wanting to make sure he was leaving the man in a good state of mind.

Steve’s eyes scanned the entire Avenger’s facility and landed on where you stood a few feet away from the two men, standing next to Natasha. His blue eyes soften when you looked over to him, immediately breaking into a small smirk before going back to your conversation with Nat.

With his eyes still on you, Steve sighed contently with a sense of purpose and hope. “I’m home.”

You are so stereotypical:
The boy from the ‘burbs
all short brown hair, stark cheekbones
and just enough muscle tone
The guy with a sharp wit to woo with
and a reluctant tongue to kiss with
The kind who makes one girl an exception for a while
Just long enough she thinks she’s special
Just long enough she believes in her heart of hearts
That his is solid gold
Just long enough she finds herself saying:
‘Nobody else understands him’
‘He needs someone to ground him’
‘I’ll show him what it means to love and be loved’

Girl, run.
Girl, hide.
Girl, cut your losses and torch that bridge now.
Boys full of half-promises and bitter laughter aren’t worth your time
An asshole is an asshole and what you’ll get from him is shit

And to the boy I still remember
with the dancing eyes and the teasing mouth:
You didn’t teach me anything
But, oh, I learned my lesson
—  EDUCATION - by Jessi Jordan

(Written and submitted by @jessijordanpoet)

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Control - Chapter Five

Too Far

Cowritten and Proofread by @aoimikans

Artwork by @juustozzi at the bottom :)


Toshinori’s tail flicked from side to side as Recovery Girl pulled the needle from his inner elbow, pressing and taping a wad of gauze to the red pin-prick. Turning, she returned to her desk and tucked the drawn blood vial into a small travel sleeve.

“Be careful with that,” Recovery Girl advised, handing the vial to Naomasa and nodding as he tucked the vial into his breast pocket, “I doubt All Might wants his blood drawn again any time soon.”

Toshinori snorted and grinned, rubbing the small bandage, “No, thank you.”

Smiling softly, Naomasa gently pat his breast pocket, “I’ll take care of it.”

A small movement by the supply closet caught Toshinori’s attention.

Isamu was up and about, helping reorganize Recovery Girl’s medical supplies. No longer wearing a hospital gown and shorts and aside from the small dark circles still lining his eyes, he moved around with ease in a casual t-shirt and slacks.

He’s in good spirits, Toshinori thought, watching Isamu carefully stack boxes along the back shelf.

“Isamu, dear,” Recovery Girl called out.

Isamu looked up from his stack of latex-free glove boxes, “Yes?”

“I think Detective Tsukauchi is just about ready for you,” Recovery Girl said softly.  

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anonymous asked:

Really does feel like everyone's pretending Brett Jr doesn't exist, I know it could be because it's less interesting than the current predicament but I'm still gonna side eye. It's like they're saying London is Louis' home now. Michelle was erased so fingers crossed Brett Jr is next.

I know like hsjsjskslsls it’s so weird??? Literally just B and her family remember the kid (which they’ve to anyways so it’s not like it’s a surprise). No one’s talking about him being a dad or having a kid. Not even a line about it. It could be just old news, or focus on the new stunt, but they were obsessed about mentioning the kid and him being a dad. Even in articles that had absolutely nothing to do with that. And him flying to UK for what? A show with nasty? A stop at a store? (I know he was at the twins birthday, but only we know that). Like leaving LA when he has the airport mess and just going on like there’s no kid? lol and now J’s are silent too, like they always do for a good week or so while the other stunt takes fly idk it’s all so weird 

Must you go? I was rather hoping you’d stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must.“

"I’ll stay,” Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. “I can minister angelically.”

“None too convincingly. And you’re not as pretty to look at as Tessa is,” Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow.

“How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun.”

Jem still had his eyes closed. “If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren’t wrong.” 
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

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Concept-  What if the art direction had been a little different in wildstar.  Instead of the exaggerated cartoon aesthetic (which I obviously still adore so calm down)  They went with more true to their storytelling and concepts. 

Borrowing from the same page as Westworld (where they researched into the future of robotics when making their design decisions) The mechari instead closely resemble their eldan creators.  Their soulcores are internally housed but the eldan not wishing there to be confusion ensured that their core colors were still visible in their hair, eyes and markings.  Still entirely synthetic they are still impressive and beautiful to the organics they are sent to interact with.

Why have I done this?  Because 1- its fun 2- to prove that yes I can draw squishy things 3- its neat to imagine your characters in different universes from time to time.

“Nothing quite like a fresh kill to begin the relaxation of a long-needed sabbatical.” He was covered in blood, fangs still out, eyes still rather red, but his voice was calm, almost smooth, as he spoke. “Though, perhaps a shower is in order. Someone help me with my bags.” 

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Oh no you're late to the Heathen Army Party! Shieldmaidens and village girls are passed out all over the room, but Ivar is still very much awake. His eyes fall on you and he extends his hand. "Finally done with your studies, y/n? Come over here, I need to give you one more lesson."

Shieldmaidens and village girls are passed out all over the room, but Ivar is still very much awake. His eyes fall on you and he extends his hand. “Finally done with your studies, y/n? Come over here, I need to give you one more lesson.”

You hold your head high, feigning defiance.

”If you think one can ever be truly done with one’s studies, then you are not so clever as you like to boast.” Ivar clicks his tongue in disapproval but the dark glint in his eyes tells you that he’s enjoying this little show that you’re putting on. This isn’t news to you; Ivar had told you after your first time together that he wanted you to fight back, to sneer at him. It will make it all the more satisfying when I finally break you, he had whispered before raiding every inch of your soft skin with his mouth.

”Is that how you speak to your prince? I sai…”

”I don’t see a prince, I see a spoiled little boy.” You interrupt, your arms crossed over your chest. Ivar inhales sharply and you watch smugly as he shifts in his chair. He lets one hand wander to the lacing of his trousers and he narrows his eyes at you.

”Come here.” He growls. Anyone who didn’t know him like you did would probably be terrified by now, but you can see the arousal clear in his eyes and in the way he moves his hips as his hand works on the strings. You do as he says, but your arms are still crossed and you try to keep your facial expression as bored as possible. You stand next to him and raise your eyebrows as if to ask what do you want now, little boy? He gestures to his cup.

“Pour me something to drink.” You reach for one of the pitchers that, surprisingly, still has some of its content left. Ivar looks almost disappointed that you complied so quickly, but you have one more trick up your sleeve. You motion to pour the last of the mead into his cup but at the last second you turn to empty it over his head instead. Ivar’s shock lasts only for a split second. Then the dark glint returns to his eyes and he hisses at you. Now I’ve done it. Suddenly his knife is slicing through the front of your trousers.

“You will pay for that.” He promises while yanking your pants down in one swift motion, leaving them scrunched up around your ankles. He presses you down so that your upper body is resting on the table and your naked ass is left exposed right in front of him. You close your eyes, smile to yourself, and wait for him to break you.

some unlucky kiddos :’)

Sean and Wiishu was the reason for the death of my copy of Photoshop ‘cause of how cute these beans are! My brushes and layout was horridly messed up ∑(゚ロ゚〃) i was really nervous about posting it, but i hope you like it!

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