such little things

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make me choose @jakesamys​ asked:
isabelle lightwood or clary fray

madegeeky replied to your video: No report card today, but here’s a video of Mina…

That puppy thing is the cutest fucking thing, how dare you spring that on a person with no warning.

I FUCKING KNOW RIGHT I THINK I MADE A NOISE WHEN I HEARD

For those who missed the tags in question:  #one of the guys told us today that because mina’s good with literally everybody  #and can go in with big dogs and little dogs and dogs who like to play rough and dogs who like to be chill  #sometimes they put her in with the new little puppies because she teaches them how to play  #MINA TEACHES THE PUPPIES HOW TO PLAY NICE YOU GUYS MY FUCKING HEART

Apparently she’s just so patient and gentle with them, and if they nip her she doesn’t snap she just corrects them, and she’ll lay down and let them crawl all over her AND I AM SCREAMING

In the Dark

Rating: T (just for a kiss and references to ‘’that month’’)

Warnings: Fluffy? but not OOC; I actually made up a whole plot to justify the characters’ behavior. (that I didn’t write because the day when I’ll write a novel length story is yet to come)


It is a cold, bitter December night, not the anniversary of that dreadful night but unpleasant all the same. Ciel’s treacherous mind wanders back to similarly cold nights spent behind cold iron bars and the soft silkiness of his duvet starts to feel more and more like the harsh bile and spittle-covered wooden floor of a rotting cage. He can’t sleep.

“Sebastian,” he hears himself murmur into the cold night. “Come here.”

Mere moments later, the onyx-swathed form of his butler comes into sight. He can barely make out the silhouette, faintly illuminated only by the violet glow emanating from his right eye. He knows Sebastian is there but he still has to consciously fight the urge to crawl out and cling to him, to demand countless reassurances that he is not back there, that he can’t be hurt anymore.

“Yes, my lord?” The butler asks, in a deeper, much more feral voice than usual.

“Lie with me,” Ciel commands.

Unlike usual, Sebastian doesn’t stall, doesn’t suggest a cup of honeyed warm milk as a suitable replacement to his presence, doesn’t lie stiffly above the covers. Instead, he pushes them back after deftly removing his own clothing and settles under them, pulling Ciel against his shirt-clad chest in a gesture that’s almost warm, if it weren’t so fiercely possessive.

“Tell me a story,” Ciel demands, hands clutching at the other’s shirt so ferociously he might just tear the cloth off.

“Oh,” an amused sound of surprise escapes the butler. “And what kind of story would the young master prefer?” he inquires, rubbing soothing circles along the boy’s back.

“Tell me a tale of ravenous demons and greedy humans with nothing but their soul left.”

Sebastian complies. “Once upon a time,” he starts, “there was a small child who was faced with much undue suffering. He prayed to the heavens for salvation, but the lord paid him no heed. In his last moments, just before his life was ended by the mindless cruelty so ubiquitous in humans, he managed to find enough strength to save himself.”

“And then?” Ciel prompts, comfortably nuzzling against his impending death.

“Then he met a demon, a demon so entranced by the beauty of the child’s unwavering persistence, by the sheer, raw strength of his will that he formed a contract with the boy, promising him his service and unending loyalty until the child fulfilled his ultimate desire,” Sebastian says, leaning closer to brush soft lips against Ciel’s brow.

“That's… a highly sanitized version,” Ciel remarks with a bitter laugh.

“Well, we wouldn’t want to spook the young master, now would we?” Sebastian replies with a chuckle, smoothing errant locks behind Ciel’s ear.

“…It was always so dark, back then. It makes me forget sometimes—”

“No one will ever hurt you again, young master, not for as long as I am here.” Sebastian interrupts with a harsh growl. “I would slaughter them all over again, were it possible.”

Something, maybe the way Sebastian’s gaze flashes red while he speaks the words, maybe the fact Sebastian can’t lie to him either way, maybe just whatever small part of childish naivety that month didn’t rob him of, makes Ciel believe him completely.

“You wouldn’t have a meal if it weren’t for them.” Ciel states plainly, wistfully running a hand along Sebastian’s jaw.

“True enough, but you are so much more than a simple meal, my young lord.”

“Is that so?” Ciel questions with an impish grin. “What am I then, Sebastian?”

“You are mine,” Sebastian says, as if stating a simple fact. He presses a kiss to the tip of his nose, “Mine to taint,” another to the corner of Ciel’s mouth, “mine to break,” yet another to the opposite corner, “and mine to care for, if I so choose.” Finally, he kisses the boy full on the mouth, feels the impossibly soft lips, and delights in the eager, albeit somewhat clumsily inexperienced, response he gets.

Just like every other touch Sebastian gives him on nights when the past refuses to stay buried beneath thick layers of maggot-infested dirt, the kiss helps him, grounds him, tells him that he still here, still alive. That—and not some base urge intensified by his pubescent mind—is why he responds eagerly, letting Sebastian thrust his tongue past his lips and explore the warmth inside.

They yearn for decidedly different things, the boy and the demon bound to him, but, at least to Ciel, the hunger in Sebastian’s eyes resembles his own need for something solid to clutch to more than ever. He understands, Ciel thinks, astounded. He knows, that’s why he…

“Stupid demon,” Ciel says the minute Sebastian’s mouth leaves his own, but, even to his own ears, it sounds much more like an endearment than an admonishment. And for once, he finds he doesn’t mind at all…

The butler doesn’t answer, simply looks at the boy some more.

“…thank you, Sebastian.”

“Am I to assume the young master is unwell?” Sebastian asks, pressing the back of his hand to Ciel’s brow.

“No, I feel quite well, as a matter of fact.” Ciel responds, a look of bewilderment settling on his countenance.

“I apologise, then, young master, but since you went as far as to openly display gratitude…”

“Bastard,” Ciel grouses.

“I humbly beg your pardon, my lord.” Sebastian chuckles, going back to rubbing mindless patterns along Ciel’s back.

After a spell, Ciel speaks again. “I don’t fear it, you know.”

Sebastian’s hands still. “Don’t fear what, young master?”

“The day you’ll take my soul.”

“Young master…”

“You wanted to, I could sense it.”

“I would never—”

Ciel reaches out, putting a hand where Sebastian’s heart resides. “I know,” he assures. “I know, Sebastian, don’t worry. And if anything, I’m glad that’s how my life will end.”

Sebastian smiles, and clasps Ciel’s hand. “I made a much better choice than I could’ve ever hoped for, all those years ago.”

“You saved me, all those years ago.”

Sebastian’s hand moves to softly caress the lid of Ciel’s right eye. “Not many would regard it as salvation, little one.”

“Not many would cling to a demon for comfort.” Ciel retorts with a mild flush that the demon can see clearly in spite of the dark.

“Indeed.”

And so, in the dark, framed by eerie shadows, in the arms of a ravenous beast, Ciel Phantomhive sleeps soundly.

… … … … … …

A/N: I really like this one.

If you want me to write a story for you, just send me an ask. (Nothing sexually explicit, though.)

naviigatenorth  asked:

Edward Elric, for the headcanons? :)

Thank you for asking!! Sorry it took me a few days to answer. (I practically started writing a fic for the answer to heart crushing. XD)

Realistic: When Edward becomes a dad, he becomes a Dad™. Team Mustang jokes that he’s like the reincarnation of Hughes, with all his photos and rambles about his wife and children. You thought he was bad when someone cracked jokes about his height? Try saying something about his kids and see how defensive he gets.

Hilarious: There were actual fights over who was going to take on the roles of parents of the groom for his wedding. Hohenheim had likely died by then, so he was out of the running, but there was still the Curtises, Roy, Riza, and Major Armstrong (”LET ME GUIDE YOU THROUGH THIS PIVOTAL MOMENT, WITH THE TRADITIONS THAT HAVE PASSED DOWN THE ARMSTRONG FAMILY FOR GENERATIONS!” *sparkle sparkle*) squabbling amongst themselves. It takes Ed trying to elope for them to calm down.

Heart crushing: My original answer accidentally turned into a mini-fic. Oops. (I think I’ll clean it up later and post it on its own.) Basically, Ed lives in near constant fear that he’ll become like his father. Yes, he doesn’t hate the man as much as he used to; and he’ll admit, he can even understand Hohenheim’s reasons for going away. But that doesn’t change the damage his absence caused. Ed doesn’t want Winry to wear the same sad, lonely expression his mother did. He doesn’t want his children hardly knowing their father, and growing up thinking that he didn’t care about them or his mother. He swears up and down that he’ll be better…but he’s terrified that that’s a lie.

Doesn’t work with canon: Hrmm, this one’s difficult…. So, essentially all of Ed’s teenage years, he spent in the military. At one point, Roy realizes that Ed is growing up, and sort of heaves a sigh and decides since there’s no one else really to teach the kid how to be an adult, it’s up to him. Edward is none-too pleased with the prospect, but there’s really no avoiding it. So Colonel Mustang teaches him how to drive (not a fun experience for anyone), what’s up with taxes and budgeting, has a very uncomfortable talk, and shows him how to shave.

Before I go into work, can I just say I’m still amazed by Epileo’s amazing ponytail?  Like, I have my hair tied back in a very similar style (my hair’s pretty long so I do high ponytails pretty much all the time for work and stuff to keep it out of my face) and my hair just does not floof like that.

Like, seriously, what is his secret for that amazing Grand Seraph Mikleo hair?

I made some more edits of this a soft pastel Ryuu lol but yeah it looks a tiny bit weird but I lowkey like it and he’s still adorable

So as part of a discussion about the relationship between Reuben the Minecraft Pig and Reginald Von Hoobiedoobie the Minecraft Cow, I talked with my kids about gay relationships, lesbian relationships, and bisexual relationships, and came out to them as Bi.

Then I realized I came out to my kids as bi and twitterflailed.

Then I realized I came out to TWITTER s bi and twitterflailed some more.


…and my older brother with the very judgmental Super postural-Christian wife just liked that tweet and I DON’TKNOW WHAT TO DO RIGHT NOW BUT I AM 36 YEARS OLD AND FEEL LIKE SOMEONE SHOULD TAKE AWAY MY INTERNET

The moment I realise…that this is my last free weekend before school starts again. The end of my free week has almost come to a end. And I am just like:

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A demon…. 

                     Or a human

“I’m fine either way, as long as I can protect my friends.”