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When in Doubt, Swing it Out

I’ve been super into the electro swing genre lately (I blame @kaxpha for playing bomb music in their art streams) so I wrote this little blurb of a fic. Enjoy!


Lance had most definitely had better days.

Not only had been woken up by a surprise training drill by Allura, but he had barely slept a wink anyway thanks to some not so friendly dreams due to his spike of homesickness as of late.

He sat on the couch in the main lounge, sighing as he scrolled through his cellphone, a reflex that he had yet to have broken. There obviously was no cellphone reception in space. But, fortunately, Pidge had brought her phone charger with her in the backpack she carried when this entire crazy adventure started, so at least Lance could look at the pictures. Him at the Garrison with Hunk and Pidge, him at the beach in his hometown, his mom, his siblings, his family.

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some good stims -

flapping- feeling your hands bounce and your wrists twirl and your fingers flick in and out and in and out. Wiggling your arms, feeling gravity weigh down on them, feeling your muscles send them flying high. Kicking up your legs, curling your toes and shaking your feet, feeling so happy that your whole body flaps with it

twirling- spinning and spinning, seeing your hair in your face, watching your clothes billow out and twist around, wrapping your arms around yourself to go fast, or stretching them out and feeling the air rush over them

rocking- swaying and tilting and flowing, slow at first, then faster and faster. Leaning forwards and back, moving your body in big circles, small circles, triangles and octagons and all sorts of shapes.

hair twirling- the feel on your fingers in your hair, the soft, cool stands sliding between them, the pleasant pressure on your scalp, making little ringlets, tight twists, braids, twirling the hair until it’s a ball atop your head. Letting it go and watching it uncurl

singing- closing your mouth and humming, letting music vibrate through you, letting it build in your chest and poke through your lips, seeing how high you can go, how low you can go. Opening your mouth wide, belting out songs, whispering them, who needs to talk when you can sing?

repeating- feeling your lips stretch and scrunch up to make words, your tongue press against your teeth, hearing how lovely those words sound when they come out of your mouth, how soft or bright or bubblegum flavored. Mimicking until everything around you is pleasant words and good sounds and your ears and mouth are filled to the brim with happiness

oral fixation- rolling beads against your teeth with your tongue, the metal cool and clicking. Sinking your teeth into silicon squares and dragons, gnawing on plastic with your molars, denting wood with your canines. Sucking and chewing on your shirt collar, rubbing your tongue against the fabric

tapping- making drums out of everything around you. The loud, hollow sounds of tap, tap, tapping on the washing machine, the pretty clicks of running your fingernails over glass. Drumming your fingers on the fabric of your clothes. feeling them bump, bump, bump on your shoulders and chest and legs

pressure- wrapping your arms right around you and squeezing until everything is just right. Heavy blankets, layers of jackets, holding your pets in your lap and feeling the pleasantness of it all pressing down on you. Hugs, a friends head on your chest, weighted blankets filled with rice that sound so pretty when you shake them

shaking- legs bouncing, up and down, up and down. Clenching your muscles till your arms vibrate a mile a minute. Hearing your chair bump the floor as you move, watching your hands flutter and fly so fast that they’re blurrs

making sounds- clicking. feeling your tongue press against the roof of your mouth, moving fast and quiet or slow and loud. popping, sucking in your cheeks, puckering your lips. Hissing, letting the air squeeze past your lips. Going from high to low, low to high, making your mouth a symphony

jumping- bouncing. Popping up and down on the balls of your feet. jumping from leg to leg, knees bent, hair flying up and down, feeling your heart soar and fall with gravity. Big jumps, so far off the ground you think you might never come down, until you do with a satisfying bang! Small jumps, like a little ballerina on their toes, landing soft and fast

anonymous asked:

Rn I'm living on kind of a toxic house for idk how much longer (trying to move out asap) but a lot of things make me anxious/angry/feel all kinds of negative emotions. Could this affect my magic? If so, what can I do to fix that? I can't go anywhere else to do magic and I have to be discreet, my parents are hardcore Christians. I don't want to stop doing witchcraft tho, I really enjoy it even if it doesn't work, it kinda helps me feel better.

It can if you think it will. I assume that’s already a worry in your mind, since you’re asking this question. It’s like how we say doubting your spells can actually help them fail - this is sort of in that vein of thought. If you think it matters, that it will have an impact on your impact, then it can.

A lot of people talk about not needing to be in a calm / positive state when it comes to your spellwork - it really comes down to your frame of mind. Some spells require those emotions to fuel them - mostly curses, but certain spells call for you bring up those things to bind or banish them as well.

So, at that point it’s a matter of letting yourself believe and know that it will not affect your magic, and trying to keep the doubt from your mind. And I know it’s easier said than done, but as long as you keep trying, keep pushing those thoughts, eventually one day it will just be that way (the whole “fake it ‘till you make it” mantra, right?). 

You can still research magic and call yourself a witch, even if you’re taking a break between castings. I mean, it’s been, like, months since I did a “proper” spell, with candles and crystals and herbs and stuff like that. But here I am, still a witch, just focusing on expanding my knowledge at this time. That can be an option if you are willing to wait until you leave the house to do magic, so the negativity won’t impact it. And it makes me feel better too, I feel you.

Otherwise, you have a couple of other options as well.

You can [cast a ward] (tw: gif) around your bedroom - think of it like a layer of thick and potent energy coating your walls, as close to them as possible - so as not to allow any other negativity from the rest of your house in. Here are some more options for warding techniques:

Alternatively, here is this post: [Transmuting Energy: An Alternative to Shielding] (tw: gif as blog header).

From there, [cleanse often] to keep any negativity out of your space, and from you. A discreet cleansing is open up a window and direct the airflow to come in, sweep up any negativity, and bring it back out again. The “light visualization” is also a wonderful way to cleanse a space with no tools. You can also [decontaminate people before they enter your space], an amazing idea brought forward by @stsathyre​.

Self cleansing is also great to help with any negativity you may have picked up in the meantime - you still have to interact with the rest of the house right? Shampoos and body washes can be enchanted simply to help you cleanse as well as clean in your shower. My favorite method of self cleansing is standing out in the rain as it falls - and it’s getting to be better weather (at least where I am), the ideal time for this! 

Discreet practicing comes down to a lot of [energy work], in my opinion - you don’t need any tools, really, just your own body and an understanding of working with energy. I do spells with my intent and tapping debit machines to make them load faster. I also draw down rain by willing it, and some subtle hand gestures. 

Here are some more resources on discreet magic:

* not my choice of title

So. That was a bit of stuff, lol. I hope it can help you or give you some more ideas. Best of luck, anon! :D

7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 10.1

Well, this was meant to be a mini part but it turned out longer than all of the other main parts… The first mini part to the date mini series (can I even call it that?) Hope this lived up to your expectations guys because it killed me to write this without it becoming too predictable.

Leave me your thoughts on how you felt about this, okay?

Thanks for reading, I love you guys so much!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1 - Here  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12


It was a random Wednesday morning in school when Jungkook approached you, his cheeks tinted a light pink. He had called you into school early, obviously wanting to speak with you before the rest of your classmates arrived. He was currently sitting in his usual position in front of your desk and instead of getting straight to the point, he stared at you in contemplation.

“Jungkook, the end of the day is going to come if you don’t stop stalling.” His eyebrows furrowed and he let his eyes drift to the side, avoiding looking directly at you.

“I… do you want to… you know, go out?” You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped you. His shy side was reemerging.

“Are you attempting to ask me out on a date?” Embarrassment was evident on his face and he switched his attention back to you.

“Attempting? That was harsh. If you think it’s so easy, you try asking me out on a date.”

Smirking at him, you held his gaze with confidence.

“Do you want to go on a date?” Jungkook’s eyes widened at that, and his mouth fell open the tiniest bit, displaying to you how shocked he really was. The faint pink that was spread on his cheeks grew to a darker shade and you couldn’t help but pinch them.

“Awww, Kookie'e shy side is still there. How I missed this.” He slapped your hand away and scratched his cheek.

“Stop that bullshit otherwise I’m not going out with you.”

It was your turn to widen your eyes in shock. You grabbed his large hand in your smaller ones and pouted at him.

“I’m sorry! You know I’m just teasing you.” He shot you a crooked grin and affectionately patted your cheek, mumbling under his breath.

“Cute…”

“What was that?” Tilting your head to the side, you stared at him with questioning eyes. He merely stood from his seat, getting ready to return to his desk.

“Nothing important.” Nodding your head slowly, you watched as he shuffled to the other side of the class room. Students began to file into the classroom and you prepared yourself for the day ahead, checking over your homework.

Your phone buzzed, alerting you that you had received a new message.

‘I’ll tell you the details on our way home today.’

Snapping your head in Jungkook’s direction, he gave you a quick nod to which you replied with a thumbs up, anticipation building up inside if you.

-

When you and Jungkook had parted ways with Areum, he began to vaguely explain what he had in mind for you first date.

“I kind of want to keep it simple. I know you like that kind of stuff too. So how about this Saturday we go to that bowling alley place? You know, the one with the arcade too.”

Mulling it over, you soon nodded your approval.

“Okay, sounds fun. Oh, but don’t try and do the whole 'winning a bear for me’ thing.”

Jungkook simply chuckled, amused at your dislike for cliche couple dates.

“Noted.”

Arriving in front of your house, Jungkook offered you a peck on the cheek and bid you a good night. Instead of doing the same, you opted to placing a kiss on his lips. He didn’t seem all to surprised as he smirked in satisfaction before ushering you inside. Waving to him, you entered your house only to be greeted with your mothers delighted grin.

It seemed like your mother would never get over this.

-

When Saturday arrived, you awoke to a few messages from Jungkook, telling you to be ready for 1pm. It was currently 10am which gave you plenty of time to get ready so you took a long shower to try and tried to calm your nerves. Surprisingly, it worked out better than you expected. Deciding to keep your outfit plain and simple, you pulled on a black denim skirt and tucked in a long sleeved oversized grey T-shirt. After giving your outfit a once over, you headed downstairs. According to your phones time, you had successfully killed an hour and a half. Intent on having breakfast, you grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal whilst greeting your mother.

“Why are you all dressed up? Are you going out?” She observed you for a couple of seconds before returning her attention back to her phone.

“Yep, with Jungkook.” At that, her head snapped back up and her eyes widened, a grin slowly spreading across her face.

“Really? It’s your first date right?” Your mother was expressing more enthusiasm than you were. Watching her with caution, you poured cereal into your bow of milk. At her expectant gaze, you gave a curt nod and she let out a light squeal.

“You really are growing up! My daughter and Jungkook’s first date! Tell him I said hello, will you?” Eating your breakfast in silence, you tuned out your mothers rambling. It was better this way.

When you had finished eating and getting ready, you bid your mother and sister a farewell. You had decided to spend the rest of your time walking to your meeting place, the nearby park. You had arrived early only to find Jungkook already sitting down on a swing, staring at his phone. Taking in his form, you mentally praised his choice of clothing. He was wearing a long plain white t-shirt coupled with an oversized green bomber jacket and black skinny jeans. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing his usual Timbaland boots and instead had a pair of black Dr. Martins on.

When he noticed someone approaching him, he glanced up and upon realising said person was you, a smile spread on his lips and he stood. When you reached him, he wrapped his arms around you in a quick embrace and placed a kiss upon your head. Your arms snaked their way around Jungkook as you eagerly returned his embrace. After a couple of seconds, you stepped back from him and his smile broadened.

“Hey, you’re here early.” You let a chuckle escape you and grabbed his hand, walking in the direction of the parks exit.

“I’m early? You looked like you’d been waiting since yesterday night. Didn’t know you were that desperate to see me.”

You felt his fingers flick your forehead and you winced in slight pain before laughing again.

“Me? Desperate? You’re really full of yourself today, flaunting your legs and all.”

Giving his arm a light slap, you glared at him with as much seriousness as you could muster only to have him chuckle at your mock anger.

“You’re really asking to be beaten up right now.”

“I’m kidding, I like it. You look really pretty today. And yes, you do look pretty all the time.”

You could only blink up at him as he had answered your question before it had even left your mouth. Instead of coming up with a smart reply, you stared ahead. You had managed to spend the majority of your walk having pointless banter and soon found yourself standing outside your destination.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you tugged Jungkook inside and looked around the arcade. He let go of your hand to run his own through his hair, deciding on what to do first. Spotting a boxer machine, he tapped your shoulder and motioned in the direction with his head.

“Watch this.” Coming to the conclusion that Jungkook seemed to want to impress you, you followed behind him. He popped a coin into the machine and you watched as the punching bag came down.

“You see that high score? I set that the last time I came here with Yoongi Hyung.” You must have seemed stunned since Jungkook sniggered at your expression.

“Yoongi isn’t as lazy as you think he is, he does leave the house. He’s one of the most hardworking people out of the seven of us. Most of the time he’s composing new music or studying for school.” As if he read your mind, once again he answered your unasked question. The machine let out a sound to alert you that the game had started and you observed how Jungkook prepared himself. He took a few steps back and put both of his hands together. A couple of seconds later, he threw himself forward putting all his power into this hands and you could only gape at the force the bag had been hit with. He stood back, a smirk of satisfaction on his face as he watched his score increase.

“New record!”

He placed both his hands on his hips and whirled his head in your direction, grinning.

“Hyungs call me the golden maknae because I’m good at pretty much everything I do.” Whoever fed his ego really needed to stop. Scoffing, you rolled your sleeves up and inserted another coin into the machine.

“Oh yeah? Let me try.” Once again, the bag was lowered and you mimicked Jungkook’s previous stance. Placing as much power as you could into you arms, you swung down on the bag, shocked at how fast it went back up. You stood in anticipation, watching the glowing numbers grow. When they came to a stop, your jaw dropped and you heard Jungkook let out a strangled noise of surprise.

“New record!”

You didn’t actually expect to surpass his high score. He stepped forward and stood beside you, dumbfounded. Shaking his head, he shoved a hand deep into this jacket pocket, pulling out another coin.

“It must be broken or something.”

“What? You think just because I’m your girlfriend, I can’t have a higher score than you?” He placed his hand on your shoulder, gazing at you with serious eyes.

“That’s exactly it.”

He readied himself and swung once again, setting a new high score. He turned to you, a pleased smile on his face and brushed off his clothes.

“Now we can go to another game.” However, your competitive side emerged and you put another coin in, readying yourself for the next round.

“What are you doing?” His eyebrows were furrowed in mild confusion and you proceeded to clench your hands together.

“What does it look like? Passing your high score.”

When your hand came into contact with the bag, it flew straight up and you eyed the score being displayed.

“New record!”

You let a sweet smile spread over your face and patted Jungkook’s head.

“Let’s go now.”

Walking away from the machine, you glanced around the arcade.

“Where should we go next? The dance machine?”

“New record!”

Whipping back around, you watched Jungkook approach you with a smug smile.

“Heck no.”

You struck the bag.

“New record!”

Jungkook slammed his hands into it.

“New record!”

You pummelled with a newfound strength.

“New record!”

He right hooked it.

“New record!”

“Here I go!”

With your last bit of strength, you pounded the bag. You watched with longing eyes, as your score rose until it suddenly stopped.

“Is that all you got? Try again!” Slumping down, you massaged your hands in hopes of soothing the raw skin of your knuckles.

“No… it can’t end like this!” You felt Jungkook lift you up by your arms.

“Come on princess, let’s play something else. You’re dating the golden maknae so you shouldn’t have expected anything less.” Allowing him to drag you away, you glared at the boxer machine.

Soon you found yourself standing in front of a dance machine.  Hopefully you would do better than Jungkook on this. You had to.

You both put a coin in each and stood on your respective sides.

“You can pick the song, Y/N.”

Yes! You would have an advantage over him. You quickly selected 'I Got A Boy’ by SNSD and placed your hands on the bar behind you.

“Ready?” Giving him a quick glance, you immediately snapped your head back when you had realised he had smirked at you.

“What’s with the sm- shit!” You hadn’t realised the song had started and you made a quick recovery. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jungkook’s feet were moving as smoothly as yours were.

He ended up doing better than you had expected. In all six songs you had chosen.

This resulted in him beating you once again.

“You threw me off!” You pointed at him in accusation to which he simply shrugged his shoulders.

“You just couldn’t stop staring at me. Not my fault.”

You sulked as you moved onto the next game. A multiplayer shooter.

Ten minutes later, Jungkook arose as the victor. Again. You lightly smacked him on his shoulder and he chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek.

Sitting down to play a racing game, you had already accepted your fate. You couldn’t deny that you were enjoying yourself albeit you were frustrated too. You just couldn’t seem to beat him. At anything.

As you had predicted, you lost to Jungkook for what seemed like the hundredth time this afternoon.

“Let’s go bowling!”

Following close behind, you fixed your outfit.

“Sure, whatever.”

Paying for your bowling game, you slipped on the shoes they had provided you with and typed your name into the system, Jungkook doing the same. Grabbing a white and black marble ball, you positioned yourself and aimed for the pins. Pulling your arm back and swinging forward you released the ball, hope building up in the pit of your stomach. When the ball connected with the middle pin, you gaped as it then took down the surrounding pins landing you with a strike.

“A strike! I got a strike!” You threw your arms up and hopped up and down, cheering. Jungkook just shook his head in amusement.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, I’m still the golden maknae.”

“I’m going to make you eat your words, Jungkook!” The pure determination made him raise an eyebrow before he grabbed his own ball and rolled it onto the lane. He too made a clean strike.

You ignored the smug grin on his face and made your move. Another strike.

The game continued with a couple of strikes and spares which resulted in Jungkook taking the lead. You could still win this. He had already played his last move and stood behind you, arms crossed, a complacent look on his face. He seemed absolutely sure you would mess this last move up.

Rolling the ball with as much precision as you could, you watched in horror as it took a sudden detour and landed right in the gutters of the alley. That’s it. You had fucked up.
Spinning on your heel, you scowled at Jungkook and walked in his direction, picking up your bag.

“Where are you going? You still have one more move.” Snapping your head back to the lane, you realised that you did in fact have one more chance. Dropping your bag, you trudged to the bowling balls and picked up the same one you had been using all night. Throwing the ball forward, you could only observe how it knocked all the pins down, earning you a spare. Eyes widening drastically, you studied the score board only to find you had beaten Jungkook by a couple of points.

“I won! I won!” Sprinting to Jungkook, you threw your arms around his neck and connected your lips with his in an overjoyed kiss which he eagerly returned with just as much emotion. Releasing him moments later, you grinned up at him in pride.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t enjoying yourself. Clearly I was wrong.” Your smile grew and you shook your head.

“I was never not having fun. It’s just my competitive side.” He seemed relieved to hear that and you found yourself feeling guilty for ever making him believe you were not having fun.

“Well, you may have won this time but I’m still the golden maknae.”

“For now.”

“Yeah, for n- wait! What do you mean for now?”

Your answer was a light peck on his cheek which effectively stopped his questions.

“I’m glad we went out, Jungkook.”

He ruffled your hair in response and smiled down at you.

“Don’t worry we’ll have another date soon enough but right now I’m hungry. You’re going to cook for me, right?”

“Am I your slave?”

“No, but you do have to prepare yourself for your future as my wife.”

A crimson blush is what he was rewarded with.

“Shut up.”


I am getting better at my “poke / snap magic.”

I tap the debit machine when it’s taking forever and it approves.

I snap my fingers at pictures / gifs that take too long to load, and they appear. 

All I do is channel my intent and desired energies into my dominant hand, and touch something or snap to release it, and it’s proved mostly effective for a lot of different things. It’s not guaranteed every time, but it works the majority of the time. Which is how magic works anyway.

So, overall, I’m pretty happy with that. :)

The Grumpy Side of Happy

A/N: Drabble request with Happy for anonymous. 1. The skirt is supposed to be this short. 10. If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!! 14. Take. It. Off.  Hope you enjoy it, anony!

You had come out of the change room to find a very bored Happy leaning against the wall. He looked you up and down, sighing deeply.
“Get back in there and take that off.”
“What?”
Happy’s face went from bored to annoyed.
“Take. It. Off.” His voice was a low growl. 
“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to say later tonight at the clubhouse?”
You had dragged Happy to the mall to pick out something for the party at the Sons clubhouse that night. Generally he didn’t give a damn what you wore, but in this case, the skirt you had tried on - you’d admit, resembled more of a belt - had not passed the the Happy clothing approval rating.
‘The skirt is supposed to be this short.” You rolled your eyes at his expression.
“You’re my Old Lady, not a croweater.”
It was your turn to be annoyed.
“Hap, I wasn’t actually going to get this. I know you’re not exactly the comedic type, but I was kidding.”
In actual fact, you were kind of hoping he would have a positive reaction to it, and you could use it at a later time when you were alone with him.
Sometimes Happy was soft, a quiet doter on you, but he had been a straight up pain in the ass since he’d woken up and you were done with it. You knew this wasn’t his ideal way to spend his time, but you liked having his opinion on what you wore, and it was nice to be out with him rather than at the clubhouse or your home for once.
You went back in to the change room, got back in to your clothes and grabbed the bundle you had brought in to try on. Handing the bulk of the clothes to an attendant, you went to make the purchase of the red dress you had tried on and Hap had nodded at.
Happy walked up behind you as the cashier scanned the dress through, spying the skirt on the counter. He made to grab it, but you were quicker.
“You’re not buying that.”
As you turned to Happy, the cashier watched, mid-scan, waiting to see what was about to go down.
“I think I might be.”
“Don’t scan that.” Happy said, talking to the cashier but not moving his gaze from yours.
You puffed yourself up, Happy towering over you, but you wouldn’t cower. You never did.
“I dunno how you think you’re gonna win this one. I’m paying, therefore I’m the customer, and the customer is always right. So, go right ahead and scan that skirt, sweetheart.” You turned your words to the cashier, blindly handing the garment to her. 
The cashier shrugged, scanning the skirt and ringing up the total.
Happy made for your card this time, but you jumped back, moving the card closer and closer to the machine, tapping it and putting it away, enjoying the agitated look on his face.
Whenever Happy got too caveman for you, you liked to push his buttons. You weren’t scared of Happy, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you, especially over something so trivial. But you weren’t about to let him walk all over you. For things about the club, you knew your place. But in your relationship, outside of the club, you weren’t just Hap’s Old Lady. You were his to love, not to be a possession.
As you took your bag, Happy stormed passed you, leaving the store. You smirked at the cashier and followed him, only to see him riding out of the parking space as you approached.
It was so ridiculous, you laughed. Not much phased you. You got a taxi and headed for home. Maybe you would wear the skirt instead of the dress to the party, just for kicks.

Arriving home, you saw no evidence of Happy being there. You assumed he had gone to the clubhouse to cool off and you could meet him there.
You lay out your dress and the accessories you’d be wearing and went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. You had a while to get ready, so you took your time.
As you were eating, the familiar rumble of Happy’s bike came down the road, and he parked in the driveway. He called out to you when he walked in to the house, finding you at the dining table.
“How did you get home?”
“I flew on my broomstick.” You replied, chewing on your sandwich. Looking up to him, you saw the look of worry on his face.
“I got a cab.”
Happy sat down at the table.
“I got halfway home before I turned around to come get you, but you weren’t there. I freaked out.”
You felt a bit bad. He rode off on you, and it was a dick move, but you could tell he knew that he was in the wrong, and he was sorry, even without having said it.
“It’s alright, I’m not mad. I figured that whatever mood you were in, you needed to go and sort it out without me taunting you. Sorry I provoked you.”
Putting your plate in the sink, you walked over and moved your hand over his shaved head, down the back of his neck and under his shirt, running this tips of your nails over the top of his back. You felt him shiver at your touch, and he closed his eyes, groaning.
“I’m sorry too. Just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
“We’re good. Now, I’m going to take a long hot shower, then while you take yours, I’ll get ready and we’ll go have fun at the party.” You took your hand away and walked towards the bedroom, stopping at the kitchen door.
“And if you’re a happy camper tonight, we’ll have some fun with that skirt when we’re back home.”
Happy huffed a laugh out, shaking his head at you.
“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!” He jokingly warned you.
Your smug smirk made it’s way across your face.
“Sure, Killer.” You winked and disappeared down the hall.

anonymous asked:

Every time I see people send in stories about the chip card change over I cringe with the memories of when we got chip here a few years ago (Canada). Now we have tap here but my store doesn't have tap. The machine says insert/swipe on the screen. If I had a nickel for every time someone kept hitting the machine with their card wondering why it isn't working I would be rich. Just stick your card in the slot 😂😂

Tbh even if you had tap I’d be laughing at someone that was tapping their card. Maybe it’s my backwards far behind the times American ways, but I think it’s funny regardless. *TAP* *PAID* Oh you liked that, you saucy little machine. I’ll go through another small transaction just to do it all over again. -Abby

*I’m drunk, please don’t hold my idiotic drunk humor against me. I have a day off tomorrow so I’m getting plastered because I can and the process has side effects. -Abby

anonymous asked:

14 with tododeku ❤

14. 'All this stress isn’t good for you.’

Midoriya is staring into space again, his hands still moving robotically as he folded his clothes. Except he’s been folding the same shirt for the last half an hour or so, and Shouto is a bit concerned.

“Hey,” he says, tapping the washing machine so as not to startle the other boy. “Midoriya?”

“Huh?” Midoriya drops the shirt, blinking up at Shouto. “Oh, Todoroki-kun! What’s up? Did you need to use the machine? Sorry, I was just thinking about… something, um. I’m almost done! Let me just move—”

“It’s fine,” Shouto says. He studies the other boy as Midoriya struggles to heft his clean laundry into his basket. “You know. All this stress isn’t good for you.”

Midoriya pauses. He doesn’t look up. “What do you mean, Todoroki-kun?”

“You’re thinking about All Might again, right?” Midoriya keeps his gaze on his clothes, but his hands are clenched over a pair of jeans, too tightly. Shouto lowers his voice. “You know there’s nothing you could have done. It’s not your fault.”

“I know that.”

“No, you don’t.” Shouto steps forwards, until his shadow falls over Midoriya and the other boy glances up. “Midoriya. You’re not weak. You’re a hero, and you do make a difference. You matter.”

The jeans in Midoriya’s hands suffer until Shouto is worried he’ll rip it apart. Then Midoriya’s grip loosens, and he bows his head. His expression is obscured by his hair, but the tension in his shoulders have deflated. “I know that,” Midoriya says, softer this time.

“Good,” says Shouto. He hesitates for a second, and then reaches out to rest a hand on Midoriya’s shoulder. “I—and the rest of us—will be here to remind you if you forget.”

“Okay,” Midoriya says, and when he looks back up, there’s a smile on his face. Not quite his usual bright grin, but at least it’s not the fake one he uses when he’s thinking too hard on his own. 

Shouto squeezes Midoriya’s shoulder, and watches when Midoriya’s smile grows. He smiles back.


concern meme here

Alright, so I’m going to elaborate on my Yuriy (Tala) and Wolborg headcanon/idea

Yes. So. Here goes. I’m going to expand a little on the canon tale that Aoki put up and tell you a little about what I think of Wolborg.

As we all know, Yuriy, before everything turned upside down for him, belonged to a beautiful family with loving parents - an ever smiling mother and a proud military man for a father. Now let me digress a little from canon here and delve into headcanon territory.

Yuriy had a mother by the name of Olga Ivanova. Olga, well before Yuriy was born, was a renowned ballet dancer. She had flaming red hair and a sharp tongue, which her son inherited from her and she was beautiful and graceful as a dancer. However, once Yuriy was born, Olga took it upon herself to raise Yuriy single-handedly while her husband was away on the frontlines, fighting for his country. All throughout his childhood Yuriy used to sit and watch while his mother twirled and danced on her toes, teaching her students the art of dancing ballet. It was a happy memory for him. He admired how his mother raised her arms and gently made her way across the dance-floor like a swan. 

Originally posted by ballet-is-passion

Now, coming back to canon, we know that Yuriy’s mother abandoned him eventually when she decided to escape from her abusive alcoholic husband. Poor Yuriy was too young to understand the repercussions of the same. He never knew where his mother went. All that was left of her with him were his memories - her smiling face when she danced and twirled around on the floor, often winking at him while he sat on the sidelines and cheered on his mother. 

When Yuriy was out on the streets, he and Boris (dub ,name Bryan) used to often play with wild wolves that would wander about the streets after escaping from a nearby forest, which is why Yuriy had always had a special connection with wolves. During that time he tried long and hard to look for his mother, but Olga had vanished. It was almost as if she never existed anywhere except in the recesses of his mind.

Originally posted by tvneon

Eventually, when Yuriy is accepted into the abbey, after severe conditioning and some degree of abuse, Yuriy completely loses his childhood memories. However, even as they do everything to snatch away his memories to make him the perfect soldier, he holds on to one memory in particular - the memory of his mother dancing ballet.

So when they start to create his bitbeast (as we know Wolborg is a created bitbeast), they patch up a link with his mind so that the bitbeast that suits him the most is concocted by the machine. With Yuriy having an affinity for wolves, naturally his bitbeast takes that form. However, while the process is ongoing, the machine that taps into his subconscious catches his memory of his mother dancing and channels it into the template of the bitbeast.

If you ever notice, when Wolborg is first released out of the beyblade, she first appears and then turns around ever so gracefully, before transforming into a wolf. MUCH LIKE A BALLET DANCER. MUCH LIKE OLGA IVANOVA. Notice.

And lo and behold, we have Wolborg. 

How’s that for a headcanon, fandom, for our redheaded baby?

Originally posted by anotherpetitedreamer

8bitempress  asked:

/runs in with one shoe on/ May I have a lil ficlet where Gabes S/o was cryogenically frozen a day before the Swiss explosion, because he knew what was going to happen (didn't anticipate the outcome) and then came back for them years later as reaper, reunion that ends sweet and they'll basically follow them to the grave. Please~ your a peach

“You trust me, corazón?”

Your eyes danced over his face, your heart thundering in your chest as Gabe’s thumb lightly stroked your cheek, his outer resting lightly on your shoulder. Things were coming apart at the seams; Blackwatch had been revealed to the world, Overwatch was under increasing scrutiny and the public outlash was becoming more resentful, tumultuous. Despite all this, Gabriel hadn’t stopped his hard work. Over the years he had begun to find hints that those behind Overwatch and Blackwatch weren’t the altruistic benefactors that they had made themselves out to be. Omnic rogues connected to LumériCo, Volskaya Industries funding the Talon terrorist organization, the Omnium explosion in Australia tied to an under the table deal with the United Nations. Initially, he had hidden this information, from both you and McCree, not wanting to pull more people into this conspiracy until he was sure it was just that and not happenstance. When he had finally informed both of you, it was already too late. Whoever was in charge knew that you were onto them and they had retaliated swiftly.

Gabriel forced McCree to leave first; it was better to think he gone AWOL rather than he committed treason by staying. Gabriel’s protege was smart, he said he couldn’t take the arguments, the infighting of both organizations too much for him to bear. One night he was there and the next he was gone; sent away with money, false identification, a few of his personal effects and his gun. Your safety was next. He wouldn’t say exactly what was coming next, but he explained that it would be catastrophic and he would be damned if you got caught in the crosshairs. You couldn’t convince him to go with you, the both of you knew in your heart of hearts if he went with you it would cast way too much suspicion. Plus, he needed to reach Jack. Arguments or not, the two were still best friends, brothers in arms and Gabriel wasn’t going to just let him die without giving him some kind of clue what was going on. But he promised, as soon as things died down, he would come and find you and the both of you would get your ‘happily ever after’.

You gulped thickly, nodding your head slowly, a shaking smile creasing your lips.

“Well duh”, you said passively, giving a slight shrug of your shoulder, trying to downplay the anxiousness that thrummed through your body. “Wouldn’t have followed you all the way here if I didn’t, now would I?”

You tried to be playful, tears burning in your eyes as you made eye contact with him. You both were tired; tired of being the pawn of a world who didn’t give a damn about you, tired of being told you couldn’t have a happy ending, that you would die before you got some semblance of peace. You closed your eyes tight, tears slipping down your cheek, turning your head and pressing a loving kiss to his palm. You nodded your head a few more times, laughing quietly, mirthlessly.

“Un poco más”, Gabriel said, pushing your hair behind your ear and leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “I’ll come and get you when things die down, okay? Te amo, mi reina.”

He kissed your temple, your forehead, the bridge of your nose and both of your cheeks before capturing your lips in a tender, loving kiss. Your arms wrapped tight around his neck, not wanting to let go of him, a few more tears squeezing past your lids. His hands moved to your face, his calloused fingers light stroking both of your cheeks as the both you pulled away from one another. You could see the emotions swimming behind his eyes and the control he was exerting as he looked at you. You gave a shaky sigh before giving a confident smile, nodding your head.

“I love you too my king”, you responded, placing your hand over his and rubbing against the back of his hands. “Now go save the world.”

He gave a low, rough chuckle before taking a step back away from you, your hands falling to your side as you pushed yourself further back into your cryogenic pod. The cushioning in the machine formed around your body, creating a comfortable surface for you to lean back on. Gabriel attached the oximeter to your finger, squeezing your hand gently before releasing it. He placed one last kiss on your forehead and lips before pulling back. The door of the pod slid down over you, the floor sliding up slightly to snugly secure you in the machine. You tapped down on the claustrophobic anxiousness that threatened to claw up from your chest, a soft hissing sound alerting you to the sleeping gas release. Gabriel gave you a comforting smile as the gas did its job, your eyes growing heavier and heavier.

“I love you”, you mouthed to him.

“I love you too.”

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You woke up in bits and pieces, your mind bleary, head falling listlessly against your chest. Warm air poured in through vents on the side. It chased the chill out of your bones, slowly coaxing your mind from its slumber. Your face twisted up in concentration as you tried to open up your eyes, a soft croak falling from your lips as you tried to speak.

“Hey hey…it’s okay.”

That deep, scratching tenor was like music to your ears, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Gabie”, you murmured throatily, your eyes finally peeling open. Your vision was completely blurred, you were only able to see the fuzzy outline a tall black figure. Your snort of laughter dissolved into a cough, the figure rushing forward to gently touch your shoulders, rubbing them in small circles. “Ah–your hands are cold!”

Gabe yanks his hands back, your eyes blinking a few more times to clear up your vision. Little by little you were able to make out a clearer image of your boyfriend. You couldn’t hold back the soft chuckle as you finally caught full sight of him. It seemed he had upgraded from a black hoodie to a full, almost floor hooded trench coat with–were those shoulder pads? He looked pale, the normal warm red undertone of his brown skin replaced by a cooler gray, if his arms were any indicator. There was tension in his posture though, his hands were clenched into tight fists, his shoulders tight. You groaned softly as you tried to move forward a bit more, wincing as you moved you shifted your stiff legs.

“Ah!”

You fell forward, your eyes squeezing shut tight as you braced for impact that fortunately did not come. Gabriel’s arms were wrapped tight around your center, your face pressed against his chest plate.

“You okay”, he asked, holding tight to you as you found your footing, still leaning against him heavily. You moaned softly, pulling your head back and nodding, your hand lifting and rubbing at the part of your forehead that slammed into his armor. A sudden shyness crept in on you as his hands moved from a steadying hold to a more tender one, a hand shifting to your lower back. You felt him go stiff under your touch as your eyes lifted to look at him, your mouth parting in surprise as you met his gaze.

His skin was actually cooler toned, like all the blood had drained from his body. His face was covered in more scars than you had remembered, some fresh healing other solder. Your hand lifted, tracing a scar that stretched from under his right eye and down to his jaw, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you concentrated. His curly hair and goatee were peppered with white hairs, the black still managing to have the gray beat. His skin felt so cool underneath your touch, your palm cupping his cheek tenderly, your eyes shifting their focus back to his. The rich cinnamon irises were now the color of garnet, flickers of black licking at the corners of his sclera. His jaw clenched under your touch, his eyes tearing away from yours but he didn’t move from your touch.

“Hey guapo”, you hummed softly, thumb lightly stroking his cheek, his eyes shifting back to yours. “You getting old on me, ain’t you papi?”

A slow smirk tugged at his full lips as his arms wrapped around you in a bruisingly tight hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck, the fingers of your hand lovingly stroking the back of his neck.

“Te extrañé mi amorcita…”

The next few hours were spent checking out your body, eating, drinking and talking. He told you about the explosion, the botched resurrection, how it took him a year to heal and two more to adjust to whatever the fuck he had become. He explained how Overwatch was outlawed, his work alongside Talon and how he had discovered more and more connections now that Gabriel Reyes was presumed dead. Technically, you had been pronounced dead as well, another unrecoverable body. He was frank with you, explaining that he couldn’t stop his work to bring down those that had threatened not only the world, but had threatened his family.

“I know you were tired”, Gabe started, staring directly into your eyes. “You don’t have to join me on this. I have safe houses anyw—”

“And miss out on the adventure”, you interrupted, a determined smirk on your lips. “There’s no way I’m leaving your side again Gabriel. So if you’re going, I’m going with you.”

His face softened as he reached across the table and gently grabbed your hand. He squeezed before pulling it to his lips and pressing a hard kiss to the back of your hand, littering several across your fingers. His gaze was gentle, tender, the look that made you fall more and more every time you saw it.

“Thank you mi reina…”

slotheyes  asked:

Just fuck me up with a Klance exes meeting again after not speaking for years au pls

fic promptsfuck me up here

disclaimers: don’t own
prompt: see above, @slotheyes hope you like ;)
a/n: bc keith as a barista with that stupid little ponytail and lance wearing a star wars t-shirt was the first thing i saw, pls excuse my ridiculous music references, what i listen to as i write always goes into the finished product bc i’m a dweeb

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BITTER SHOTS.

There are plenty of awkward moments in life, some more mortifying than others, some less. Falling up the stairs. Swimming into someone else’s lost Band-Aid at the public pool. Working at a late-night coffee shop on a slow, soggy Tuesday evening — hiss and grind of espresso machine, rattle and clink of dishes in the sink, soft hum of the building’s heater overlaying shop music as the last few regulars pack up, last few non-regulars drift out, a to-goer hurries with his umbrella poised to open — and turning around from washing some house mugs to find your high school ex staring at you from the other side of the Square tablet and register.

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Prompt: “Scotty needs some more love. How about our favourite scotsman has trouble expressing his feelings so he keeps coming by the reader’s quarters to ‘fix’ and upgrade their stuff. Bonus points for a jealous!Jim (because he sooo wanted that shower air dry function, but Bones just tells him to suck it up because he’s enjoying this carwreck that is Scotty’s flirt attempts)” - @noctiscorvus

Word Count: 1,788

Author’s Note: I’ve never written Scotty or a Scottish accent before, but I think it turned out alright? Enjoy my dears <3

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