thanks for being specific

someone: Harry doesn’t appreciate fans

me, with tears in my eyes, thinking about every instance in which Harry has helped and comforted and thanked and loved fans, thinking of when he repeatedly stood on stage being specifically vocally grateful for everything fans have done for them, thinking about him being near tears sometimes expressing that gratitude, thinking about him giving air hugs and blowing kisses and running with a rainbow flag, thinking about him saying “please don’t forget us”: uh did y'all hear something


My gift from the @kagepro-secret-santa for @midoriyaizuhugs!!! 

They were really kind to give out many options for their gift, and I chose to do art of Marry for it! Hope you like it!!!!

This was super fun to do, and if it’s hosted again, I will definitely participate!! 

edfhjkehjshw i gotta say im kinda shocked??? by all the people in this fandom who r so accepting (and even enthusiastic???? WOW) about my headcanon, like, half the time when i suggest aromantic headcanons for characters, the response i get is like, friendly disdain????? so here’s to all of you for being super chill, have a teutonic gil sketch

If you wouldn’t tell a complete stranger something, don’t tell Jensen and Jared.

Even more than that: if you wouldn’t be okay with a complete stranger coming up to you and telling you what you’re about to tell them???? DO. NOT. TELL. JENSEN. AND. JARED.

They are not your therapists.

They are not your friends.

Just because Jared has been somewhat open about his depression doesn’t mean he wants or needs to hear everyone’s life story.

Even something so seemingly small, something like “you’ve saved my life,” can weigh a thousand pounds. “I thought he would feel good about himself.” “I wanted to show him how important he is to me.” “Wouldn’t everyone want to hear that they’ve saved a life?”

How would you feel if a complete stranger walked up to you and told you that? How would you feel, thinking that you’re responsible for someone else’s life? Even if my absolute best friend told me “you’re the reason I haven’t killed myself,” I would NOT feel good. I would feel awful. I would feel like every single thing I say or do could possibly lead to someone else’s death. I’m not a perfect person, I don’t even consider myself a “good” person. I don’t want something that heavy resting on my shoulders.

And Jared (and Jensen) hear(s) this at pretty much every single con they go to, from multiple people. Who knows how many - we only know about the ones that make Jared physically have to take a break after hearing. (And considering none of us knew he struggled with depression until he told us? I’m guessing he’s good at not letting things like this show.)

Jared and Jensen are so fucking good to their fans. Please stop taking advantage of that for the sake of having a “moment” with them. You may want to show them how important they are to you, but there are ways to do that that don’t involve putting extra weight on their shoulders. They don’t deserve to walk away from cons with their hearts heavier than they arrived.

anonymous asked:

Hello For the prompt: drarry where draco and Harry are Auror partners and they like each other secretly. But some new worker starts flirting with malfoy and since he cannot do anything about his crush he starts liking this flirtatious behaviour and Harry gets jealous. I don’t know if this will help and you can change anything accordingly. Hope you get out of your writer’s block. Sorry for being so specific.

Thanks for the great prompt and I love when it’s this specific because it does help. I’ve gotten a flood of requests and it is definitely helping with the writer’s block, so thank you!

“Hello, Malfoy. Do you have those reports on the Fielding case ready by any chance?”

Draco looked up from the files he was reviewing to see the newest MLE liason leaning against the doorway of his office, a roguish grin on his tanned face. 

Draco opened one of his desk drawers and puled out the appropriate file, smiling as he handed it to the younger man. “Here you go, Gibbs.  Finished it just this morning.”

“That’s one of the things I like about you, Malfoy. Always on top of things.” Gibbs let his fingers brush against Draco’s as he took the proffered file, winking before sauntering back out of the office. 

Draco chuckled and had just turned back to his work when an explosive sigh sounded next to him. 

“Problem, Potter?”

Harry glared at Draco from his adjoining desk. “Gibbs is a bit of a tosser, don’t you think?”

Draco leaned back, a smile playing on his lips as he watched Harry’s eyes narrow behind his glasses. “How so?”

“Well, for one thing, why is he always asking you for everything?  We’re partners so we work together on every case, but it’s always you he goes to.  I might as well not even be here!”

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, Harry.” Draco drawled.

Harry sputtered. “J-jealousy? What are you on about?”

Draco didn’t answer, just grinned at Harry’s discomfiture.

“Listen, Draco, I just think if Gibbs needs work from our cases he needs to be taking account we’re partners and not just come in here to flirt with you.”

“So it bothers you he flirts with me?”

“Yes - no, I mean no!” Draco’s grin grew as the flush on Harry’s cheeks deepened. “I mean, yeah, it’s unprofessional for him to flirt with you all the time, but I’m - I’m just talking about work here.”

“He is quite fit though.”

Harry scoffed. “I didn’t know you had a thing for toddlers.”

“He’s only a few years younger than us, Harry, I hardly think that makes him a minor.” Draco was thoroughly enjoying watching Harry get more flustered.

“I guess he’s fit, if you like that twitchy, weedy type.”

“I happen to enjoy the flirting. It’s nice to know that someone’s interested.”  Draco smirked, meeting Harry’s gaze with a raised brow. “It’s not as if I’ve had any…better offers as of late.”

Harry just stared at him, obviously recognizing the challenge Draco had posed.  He opened his mouth to say something, but a knock on their open office door forced them to look away from each other. 

Gibbs stood in their doorway again, a sheaf of papers in his hands, a sly smile quirking his lips. “Sorry to interrupt gentlemen, but I just had to see if you wanted to grab some lunch, Malfoy.  What do you say?”

Harry stood up abruptly, his chair almost falling to the floor in his haste. “No! I mean, no, he can’t. Draco already has plans.  He’s having lunch with me.” Harry turned to Draco. “Aren’t you?”

Draco was thunderstruck.  He didn’t answer for a moment, the heat pooling low in his belly at the fierce, possessive glare in Harry’s eyes leaving him speechless. 

He finally found his voice, a slow smile spreading across his aristocratic features as he looked at Harry. “Sorry, Gibbs.  It seems I have a better offer.”

anonymous asked:

You: I want to protect Deku from all the harm in the world!! / Also you: *ships him with the very person who caused him suffering for 10 years*... huh, okay

I actually kind of want to thank you for being cordial about this instead of just… insulting me anonymously like others. 

Granted, I just ignore them/delete them, but still. It’s appreciated.

Since you honestly seem a little bit curious and confused, I want to answer this with a more specific response! So thank you for being reasonable about it. 

There are some things I want to clear up first.

You’re completely entitled to your opinion on a ship, my anonymous friend, and I also respect and understand why people hate the ship and even Bakugou as a character. 

Do I share the same feelings? No, not at all, but I definitely understand it. 

It would be dreadfully boring if every human who experienced the same artistic medium had the same exact opinions and points of views on a character/ship, no? 

At least, I would think so. I love the variety in opinion and watching different people fall in love with anime/books/movies, whatever, in totally different ways and coming out of them with multiple conclusions is wonderful to witness. 

It… almost feels similar to getting angry with someone for picking green as their favorite color, and because it’s not your favorite color you argue about how the different shades don’t make sense and shouldn’t be acknowledged as a favorite.

(Not you, specifically, Anon, but more of a general “you,” if that makes sense.)

Alright. So.

What draws me to the the Bakugou Katsuki / Izuku Midoriya ship, and the two characters individually (as well as their canon dynamic) is based on the concept of healing, forgiveness, growth, redemption, understanding, mutual respect, and genuine deep-rooted pain and realistic acknowledgement of the gratuitous and toxic elements of their relationship

And this only scratches the surface, believe it or not.

Yes, Bakugou Katsuki treated Izuku horribly while growing up (hell, he’s still an egotistical asshole). The infamous line in the manga/anime with Katsuki suggesting Izuku “find a Quirk in the next life” is inexcusable, and he should be held accountable for this. 

We’ve been allowed glimpses of their dismantled friendship at Katsuki’s doing, and Izuku’s equally flawed and dangerous perspective in placing Katsuki on a pedestal for his admiration. 

Before I go further with this, I want to touch on things about how I view Izuku as a character, since something in your anonymous message struck me, with the quote you had written: 

“You: I want to protect Deku from all the harm in the world!!”

The thing is, when it comes to characters, and Izuku in particular… I don’t think I’ve ever adopted the mindset of “must protect the precious baby,” because I personally view Izuku as a very relatable and human character. 

I know that this doesn’t cancel one idea out from the other, since many wonderful authors/readers/viewers/consumers, whatever, who like BNHA have this same viewpoint. Clearing this up so that nothing is miscommunicated.


This may seem strange, and a bit… actually yeah this is a little weird, but as a viewer, I see him as someone who strives for an incredible goal, is very determined, much stronger than he appears (and believes) both emotionally and physically, and it’s slowly becoming a surprise to both himself and everyone around him. 

But I see him as not just a character, per say, but a definite reflection of the other side to his dynamic to Bakugou Katsuki. 

(Will touch more on this later.)

He’s been acknowledged as a beloved presence, and I actually don’t like viewing Izuku as a “precious cinnamon roll,” because he’s so much more than that. 

QUICK NOTE HERE: I do not think it’s wrong to think of him this way. This is how I personally think, and how I want to hopefully portray the character in fics I write, or just in a general acknowledgement of him. 

He’s a character that thrives on a complex personality and series of motivations that make sense for a character his age, with his history, and with his flaws and strengths as a protagonist. 

Izuku being “adorable” falls to the very bottom of my list of reasons why I love and relate to him as a character, and when he engages in horrible situations that challenge him, I live for those moments. 

(I know I’m not alone in this. Bear with me.)

I love seeing characters like this suffer and get thrashed and struggle in the face of their darkest times. It shows depth, and a sense of darkness that defies the overly comfortable image that comes across in an anime that is, quite objectively, a bit less of a risk-taker in the earlier arcs in comparison to others.

So, with that in mind… it makes sense why people can’t stand Bakugou Katsuki as a character for treating Izuku like he does, and it also makes sense why Izuku is shipped with just about anyone who can grant him that feeling of “must protect.” 

Again, there is nothing wrong with this. 

In fact, I want to point out, for the sake of people who can’t stand BakuDeku and enjoy other ships, that I see, respect, and completely understand why you feel the way you feel. 

There’s even a strong sense of admiration for it, because you wonderful people are coming from a place that wants Izuku Midoriya to have a stable dynamic. 

This is an incredible, awesome, respectful thing, and shows so much love for Izuku as a character. 

So at this point, it may seem that I’m arguing against myself. That I’m shoving my own argument into the ground for why BakuDeku is my Number Two OTP, and how I’m arguing for its validity.

But, this is where I want to put some light onto the perspective that I have for this ship, and I don’t think I’ve ever gone this deep before on Tumblr.

I mentioned a little bit earlier that part of what makes Izuku shine as a character is how he affects other people. He brings out elements of characters that they won’t even realize themselves. (Todoroki Shouto, Shinsou Hitoshi, and All Might are both huge, and popular, examples of this, even though they’re not the only ones). 

His drive and his motivations are directed towards an incredible goal that is founded in the roots of his passion. And this aspect of Izuku? This passion, this drive, this embodiment of equal strengths and flaws balancing and cancelling each other out as he grows and learns? 

They are reflected in none other than Bakugou Katsuki.

I’m in love with the depth to this dynamic, with the potential that’s built on what they could accomplish together. 

Izuku cares deeply for Katsuki, and admires him and respects him, but even with that in mind he knows that Katsuki is an asshole. It’s important to acknowledge this, that Izuku will not let Katsuki take advantage of him in any way. 

And Katsuki, quite evidently, hasn’t attempted to take advantage of Izuku at all; in fact, he’s been only focused on what he wants to accomplish, and is overly obsessed with Izuku potentially surpassing him and “looking down on him” (as confirmed in the story.)

Katsuki is dreadfully immature in a lot of ways, but the fact that they contain so many similar ambitions, balanced on top of a quite impressive tower of flaws that parallel each other perfectly… this, is what draws me to them. 

Izuku and Katsuki are both incredibly ambitious and determined. They both work exceptionally hard. 

I wrote a list awhile back that needs to be updated again anyway, so…

Here are some general contrasts/parallels to them:

  • Izuku is humble, while Katsuki is egotistical.  
  • Katsuki is prodigiously talented, while Izuku had to go the extra mile, despite them both being hard workers.
  • Izuku lacks self-preservation, and Katsuki looks out for himself, first and foremost, and how he will accomplish his goal.
  • Katsuki exhibits elements of both an intense superiority/inferiority complex, while Izuku… doesn’t. 
  • Katsuki is more instinctive with his actions, while Izuku is analytical and a definite planner. 
  • Izuku’s Quirk is more focused on the all-embodying element, like a supercharged mechanism that can both protect and damage in spurts. Katsuki’s Quirk is designed as more of a shield for himself only, and can release constant bursts of power. The more they develop, the more similar their Quirks can become in terms of balance.
  • Katsuki is exaggeratedly egotistical and lacking humility, pushing others away and immediately accepting himself as the greatest priority. Izuku is the exact opposite, but with a quality just as exaggerated and vast: his anxious hesitation and lack of confidence in himself and only believing that he can succeed with others. 
  • Izuku’s struggles in confidence is mostly internal and how he thinks of himself. Katsuki’s confidence is both too bloated for him to handle and in the exact same plane as Izuku’s.
  • Izuku admires All-Might for being the ultimate protector and savior of lives with a smile on his face. Katsuki is focused on the idea of winning, and how heroes always prevail in the end. 

I could go on and on with this… but yeah.

Something I noticed, as well, while writing this, is that Katsuki and Izuku’s contrasts, while very prevalent, are often rooted in similar, if not the same, bedrock of emotions that affect them differently because of their personalities. 

Sometimes their points of views and emotions are so balanced and imbalanced at the same time that it takes awhile to look back and think through all of those individual moments.

And so, before this gets too unbearably wrong, I’m going to bring this home with emphasizing the main point of why I love writing this ship: it’s a challenge

A huge. Fucking. Challenge.

It begs the question: how can you make this ship work? How can you make their potential dynamic come together and brush through those layers of misunderstandings and reckless emotions? 

How can Bakugou Katsuki pull his head out of his ass and realistically come into his own while learning to appreciate the person who’s respected and admired him for so long? 

How can Izuku Midoriya learn to stick up for himself when it comes to Katsuki and allow them both to be on equal ground, rather than Izuku always chasing the other? 

How can they get over their differences, and develop something beautiful and, dare I say it, healthy, after a possible length of years and years of mending?

For me, this ship demonstrates the gray areas of relationships, and the possibility of redemption for even the vilest people. 

For me, this ship revels in the depths of Izuku’s character as well as Katsuki’s, and how their dynamic can develop into something founded on equal respect, grounding, and healing. 

For me, this ship focuses on the damaged elements to both characters and embraces the toxicity to their current circumstance, as well as the awful and wonderful elements of their relationship down the line. 

For me, BakuDeku | KatsuDeku focuses on drama, realism, emotion, and the ultimate idea behind rebuilding, protecting, forgiving, and learning to pick up the pieces from one person to another.

There are no excuses for the damage done between these two. 

But there is something really beautiful, and tragic, about the potential in the horizon. 

So those are my thoughts. 

Thank you for inboxing, Anon.

anonymous asked:

Hey! :) i'm black and you're making me really interested in witch stuff, i think i might really want to get into it too? do you know any places that introduce it to new people, and do you know anything that talks specifically about being black and a witch? thank you so much!

Hey doll! There’s a LOT of information on the craft out there, and to figure out what your journey will be you will have to do quiet a bit of reading and soul searching. Witch tumblr is a huge community luckily and we are all very nice. If you haven’t already followed my witch blog @bathtime-witches-brew go ahead and do that! There’s info on there.
The tags I would suggest are “beginner witch” “witchling” and “afro witch” for starters! Don’t feel like you should jump into practicing immediately. Be patient and find your path.
I’ve actually been planning to make a huge masterpost with all the black Witch blogs I could find! So you’re giving me a head start haha, I compiled some for you (and anyone else)

asagirikendai  asked:

Been reading through your entire blog (great work!) and had a couple of ideas about humans I'd like to share. First, alien confusion to the ancient human rite of "calling dibs." Second, as it relates to the "aliens invade but were woefully unprepared for the wildlife," forget the sharks, forget the dolphins, the whales, the sea lions. Imagine aliens encountering jellyfish, especially the Irukandji jellyfish. And last, just one word: piranha.

Thank you! 

For calling dibs, imagine being introduced to that through the more specific “calling shotgun,” (claiming the passenger front seat in a vehicle).

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

Flood my Mornings: Round and Round

anon said:

I would love to see Jamie at a like carnival or fair and Claire introducing him to all those weird foods in FMM! What would he think of cotton candy or a funnel cake?

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment:  Unimaginable (Jamie and Claire pick a name for the wee bun in the oven)

May, 1951 


I thought the last word was likely, ‘God,’ but it was anybody’s guess, really, drowned out as it was by yet another bout of vomiting and the sudden blast of music from a nearby loudspeaker. 

“Oh, love…That bad, is it?” My tender, spousal concern was acknowledged only with a string of Gaelic curses, surprisingly creative ones for a man so laid low.

It was a gorgeous hot day (bright enough that I was grateful for my broad hat), but it did make the scent of vomit that much more inescapable. The county fair had come to town, and with both of us having the rare treat of being off on a Saturday, we’d decided to make a family outing of it.  Though it was hardly a grand exposition, both Jamie and I felt giddy as Bree strolling around amidst all the merriment, taking in the exhibits, music, livestock, food, and rides…including a deceptively innocent-looking Merry-go-Round. 

“It was so good of you to try it for Bree’s sake, love.” I rubbed Jamie’s back, trying my level best not to laugh at the way his hunched back seemed to have lost all its vertebrae. “Is there anything I can get you to make you feel a bit better?”

He raised his head a fraction from the garbage can, high enough only to glare at me. “How about a trip through the stones to ten minutes ago so I might choose to SPIT on the fool contraption instead of ride it?”

“Not sure that’s quite how it works, my love,” I whispered, laughing and kissing his shoulder. 

“Daddy? Da!? DA!?!” Bree chirped from below. “Can we go—go an’ do the round’n’round again??”

Jamie looked down at our two-(no, two-and-a-half-and-then-some!)-year-old. “Do ye want to send your poor Da to his death?”

“Doesna—doesna’nt go to DEFF, Daddy,” Bree laughed as if he were being hilariously obtuse, “Goes ‘round and ‘ROUND.”

So I noticed,” he groaned, hunching once more over the garbage can and spitting.

“Okay, lessgo DO it!!!” and she was tearing off back toward the Merry-Go-Round. 

“Ohhhh, no-you-don’t, little monster,” I said, swooping her up into my arms before she scuttled off. My sunglasses slipped to the tip of my nose, but I couldn’t immediately get them back up. Between the heat, the sudden movement, Bree now like a boulder on my hip, a heavy handbag banging against the other, and my back abso-bloody-lutely killing me from toting around a seven-months-grown-human in utero, I suddenly felt woozy and completely spent. “Here, lovey,” I panted, trying to keep from toppling over, “Can you help push Mum’s glasses up? Yes, just—There we go, thank you, sweetheart.” 

“Melcome!” she chirped and gave me a wet kiss on the mouth. 

I mmm’ed happily and kissed her cheeks as we swayed together next to Jamie. “Was the ride fun for you, at least, baby?”

"Uh-HUH, s’was BUNCH fun!”

“Hear that, darling? ‘Bunch’ fun.” 

From the plastic depths, I thought I heard him name a few other choice things it was ‘bunch’ of.

I did feel for Jamie. We should have known it would be no better than a boat for motion-sickness, and he’d spared ME from having to ride the thing, after all (though truth be told, I quite liked such exhilarations when not pregnant). But I was ALREADY shaking with silent mirth imagining the photos I’d snapped, all laid out in the cherished family album. The first few would show a sweet and lively scene: Jamie smiling cheerfully, standing with his hand on Bree’s back, she triumphantly mounted on her plastic chestnut steed waiting for the ride to start… and then would follow the play-by-play of the situation’s rapid deterioration, every revolution of the Merry-Go-Round showing a Jamie still more pale and hunched and desperate, until—Well, that LAST one was a blackmail goldmine for the ages.

“Daddy?” Bree asked suddenly, her face scrunched up as she peered at her father. “You mad’it Mama?”

That got Jamie’s attention and he straightened. “Mad at her?”

“All…” She waved her hand. “…mean.”

His eyes softened and they flicked up to me, verifying that I wasn’t in fact upset. “No, I’m no’ cross at either of ye, a leannan,” he promised her. “The ride on the Merry’round just made my wame all wobbly, such that I forgot my manners.” 

I bounced Bree on my hip. “I bet sometimes you feel a bit grumpy when your tummy hurts, too, right?”

“Oh, aye,” she conceded, a flash of pure Scottishness beaming through, as it did from time to time. She leaned over and gave Jamie’s elbow a clumsy pat. “Sorry for y’r tummy hurted.” 

“That’s verra kind of ye to say, mo chridhe.” 

“Havva snack, w’feel ALL bedder, okay?”

“…Suggests the young miss with NO motive of her own,” I said, nuzzling my nose against hers.

“Oh, definitely not,” Jamie agreed soberly, eyes twinkling. He stretched, replaced his hat, and exhaled, then gave a small ha! of surprise. “I will say, Bree-love, a wee bite does sound just the thing.” 

Good, let’s HAVV’it.” 

“If there had been ANY doubt about your parentage, Bree, that bottomless pit of a stomach would have been proof-positive.” I sighed. “Alright, you two, let’s see what we can rustle up. Here, Jamie, will you—?” I honestly felt like I was going to fall over.  

Jamie obligingly plucked her out of my arms. “Jesus, lass,” he said with an exaggerated groan, “but you’re getting big.”

“Nuh-uh, Da, I’m the little.”

“Aye, you’re still the little, for now,” he agreed, tenderly tucking her hair behind her ears, “Before long you willna be the littlest, though.

She nodded, sagely. “When Beeyin’s comin.’

“Aye, cub,” he agreed, grinning at me, “when Baby Ian comes.”

Brianna couldn’t be convinced for anything that just ‘Ian’ would do, and insisted each time on referring to her brother by what she considered his full title: Baby Ian. The only problem with this was that she couldn’t seem to manage all the syllables in a row; hence, “Beeyin”; hence as well, many private family jokes, such as equating him to a wee bean; or when the wee lad would start jouncing me about like a racehorse, Jamie cocking his head to the side and asking, ‘Beeyin your bonnet?’, and other such delightful silliness. 

“Alright, let’s see about some chow. You two stay here,” I indicated a nearby shaded picnic table, “and I’ll see what I can scrounge for us. What kind of snack do you want, Bree?”

She screwed up her face in ferocious concentration before saying definitely, “Som’fin GOOD.” 

“Well, thank you for being so specific. Very helpful, I don’t think. Any preferences?” I asked Jamie.

Som'fin good sounds perfect,” he said with an attempt at a wink. 

“Ooooooooo!” Bree squealed a few minutes later when I returned with the goodies.

“Cotton candy,” I explained, carefully passing Jamie the paper cone supporting the precarious pink cloud. 

“Cotton?” he asked dubiously. “And it’s edible?”

“Just spun sugar,” I said with a grin. “Now, Bree, take your fingers and—No-no, just pinch a little off with your—oh—Oh, well.”

Bree had stuck her entire face into the sticky mass and taken a monumental bite, pulling back with wisps of pink in her eyebrows, enraptured. 

Jamie looked skeptical to the extreme. “Does it taste nice, cub?”

“Uh-huh!” Bree clawed out a fistful of fluff and shoved it upward toward Jamie’s mouth. “TASTE!” 

Jamie gave me a preemptive grimace and took a tentative bite. “Holy Moses,” he said, blinking hard and shuddering as he swallowed. “It’s like pouring the whole sugar bowl direct into my mouth.” 

“It’s GOOD,” Bree insisted, chowing down with relish. 

“None so verra filling, I’d wager, but as long as ye like rotting your teeth out—” 

“Here,” I laughed, “I came prepared with other options as well.” I pulled the next item from the bag. “Care for some Elephant Ear? Just a silly name, I promise,” I said hastily, seeing his alarm. “No pachyderms harmed in the making of this treat.” 

“What is it, then?” he asked, peering around Bree’s head. “Pastry?” 

“Try it while there’s trying to be had,” I said, handing it to him. “I’m eating for two, and we fully intend to eat our way through the entire elephant.” 

He did enjoy the fried dough, going back for several huge bites, licking powdered sugar from his fingertips. “Lord, though I dinna ken if I can manage wi’ any more sweeties.” 

“Alright, let’s see how you manage this.” 

Jamie had probably never had American corn in any form before, I reflected, let alone on the original cob. I certainly hadn’t grown up eating it, and so it didn’t occur to me to buy it at the market. From the gusto with which Jamie inhaled the roasted ear, slathered with butter and spices, though, it was going to have to become a regular staple. 

“No foolish name for this one?” he asked as he was finishing the last few bites. 

“Not as far as I know,” I shrugged, trying to wipe Bree’s face, which was an unmitigated disaster-zone.

"Pity. Missed a good chance.” 


He waved the naked cob suggestively. “Corn on the co….” And the barest-whisper of “…ck.”

“You’re a ridiculous human being,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss him. 

“And you are absolutely lovely,” he murmured back against my lips, squeezing my knee. 

“C’n I havva cornna-cock, too?” 

We’ll talk about it Later - [Eggsy Unwin x Reader]

[Hi! Thanks for being so patient. This was pretty specific, and I tried to keep it pretty accurate to your request but sometimes the story just changes for me so it is a LITTLE bit different in terms of HOW Dean comes about gettin into a fight with them… BUT, it’s still the same idea, and I hope you enjoy this love! (If not please tell me and I will write yOU ANOTHER ONE THAT YOU LIKE MORE hahahah<3<3<3

**Also its sorta short, and I didn’t do a lot of passes over this one cause you guys have been waiting so patiently, so I just wanted to get something out ;.; Hope you like babes!)

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader – Dean and Michelle // Pre Kingsman Eggsy

Words: 1.6K

Warnings: Cursing, abuse by Dean/him being a general ass, etc.

Read on Ao3!]

“You bout ready t’go, luv?” Eggsy asked as a small smile crept the edges of his lips. “They gonna be back soon, best we split before that happens…”

You smiled sweetly as you nodded in agreement; sliding your fingers between his own in their perfect braid, pulling him from his room into the main one. “I’m ready, babe. Let’s ge–”

But before you could finish your sentence you heard a voice growing louder and a second later the door was pushed open forcefully as Dean walked through. His confidence seeping off of him like a cheap cologne as he pulled his bottle to his lips and cocked his head at the two of you. Immediately you noticed Eggsy’s posture straightened as he stiffened, pulling his cheek in to chew lightly with narrowed eyes on Dean.

“Well, well, well… look who’s ‘ere.” Dean stepped closer parting his lips as a wide, almost disturbing smile spread his drunken face. “Was you just gonna leave without kissin’ your mum bye, ol’, Muggsy?”

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sothatsagoodthing  asked:

I just wrote a 1.200 word synopsis for a DS9 musical involving dance battles, jello, time travel and quodo. It is both the best and the worst thing I have ever written. I think I need help.

listen. i’ve had this blog about how i want a pile of sapient oatmeal and a goblin to kiss for like three years. we all need help

Love Is Love

Request- happy birthday love ❤ can I request a story were the reader plays the Winchester sister in the show, she’s 17 and during a day filming J2 realise she’s too quiet and sad, so they go talk to her after one of the scenes and found out that she’s having feelings for a friend (girl) and don’t know how to deal with that (thank you and sorry if I’m being to specific, but I’m in this situation and could use some J2 advice :c)

Requested by- anon.

Characters- jared x platonic!reader, Jensen x platonic!reader.


A/N- If there’s anybody reading this who are struggling to come to terms with their sexuality/gender just know that what you’re feeling is SO OKAY! Coming to terms with something like that is difficult, but you’ll be okay, it’ll all be okay! I’ve had to come out to myself and others twice, once as Bisexual and again as Gay.

“I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not”

-Kurt Cobain

They knew something was wrong, being on the show from when you were six years old and growing up surrounded by it meant they could read you like an open book, there had been numerous times where you’d try and deal with stuff on your own but they’d always find out and they’d always help you through it no matter how much you protested, saying that ‘you’ve got this’ when in reality you really didn’t.

Jensen and Jared were your brothers on and off camera, they’ve always been insanely protective over you so when you spent half of the week spacing out, they were concerned.

You were in the middle of filming a scene in the bunker, you were subconsciously drumming your fingers on the wooden surface of the table with your face leaning against your hand, you were staring at a mark on the table, your brows were furrowed and you were chewing on your lip.

This did not go unnoticed by the boys, or by anybody for that matter. They knew that something was wrong, they just didn’t push or pry, hoping you’d open up when you were ready.

You were snapped out of your zombie like state by somebody shaking you slightly by the shoulder, you blinked and turned to your left and met Jared’s concerned gaze, “you alright?” He asked, you sent him a small smile and nodded your head “yeah, yeah just a bit tired” you chuckled drily, the boys narrowed their eyes at each other, obviously they didn’t believe you, you weren’t a very good liar. 

They re-started the scene, you were paying attention but then your mind started to wander again, you pinched your leg under the table to bring yourself out of whatever trance you were stuck in, you raised a hand and stood at the same time, “sorry but I need to cut” you mumbled loud enough for the director to hear. 

You made a bee line for the exit leaving everyone in the room silent, “okay everyone, take fifteen, Jared, Jensen go find her” the director demanded, the boys nodded their heads and went searching for you.

“What do you think’s going on with her?” Jared asked, Jensen shrugged and let out a sigh, “who knows? She’s secretive, you know she won’t talk about it” he replied, the boys stayed silent as they walked towards Jared’s trailer, they knew you’d be in here cuddled up to one of his dogs.

They opened the trailer door and walked in to see you curled up next to Sadie lightly stroking her fur, “hey” Jared said softly sitting down on the couch next to you, you continued to stroke Sadie’s soft fur, Jensen knelt down in front of you and brushed some stray hairs away from your face, “y/n, we know something’s wrong, talk to us” he softly spoke, you sighed and looked at them before sitting up, you smiled softly at Sadie who rested her head on top of your thigh.

“Remember Abigail?” You asked them, they nodded their head, “well, I uh… I kinda, like her…” You trailed off slowly, the room was plunged into a silence. The guys looked at each other, “you mean, like like?” Jensen asked, you nodded your head, “is that whats been bothering you?” Jared asked, you nodded your head again, “It’s just–I’m not sure how to deal with this, okay?” You replied lying back down, burying your face into the couch, Sadie’s body blocking it from the guys’ view.

“Y/N, look at us” Jensen spoke softly, you peaked your head up and looked at him, “everything’s going to be okay, feelings are confusing, they’re going to shake you around but at the end of it? You’ll be with somebody who makes you happy, and if you’re happy being with a girl then screw what other people think, you’ll be fine, okay?” he concluded, you smiled lightly and wrapped your arms around his neck, “thanks, Jay” you muttered, you pulled back and leant against Jared, “thank you for always being there for me, honestly I’d be so lost without my big brothers” you smiled at the cheesiness of what you just said, Jared wrapped an arm around your shoulders and placed a kiss on top of your head, “you’re welcome, sweetie. Now come on, we gotta finish filming” he said getting up, you let out a groan and led back down, “I wanna nap” you said tiredly, the guys laughed, “you can nap all you want after the scene is finished, come on” Jensen chuckled whilst pulling you to your feet.

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anonymous asked:

how many followers do u have? you totally don't have to answer, just curious :0

more than the population of my old town

kuroshiroryuu  asked:

Hi admin dee~ i can't see your rules on mobile sadly... But would it be alright to request the GoM's (Kurokocchi too plz) S/O taking care of them after they mysteriously became kids (7-10 yo ish if you don't mind me being specific~) thanks in advance!

hello thereee ~(◠‿◕✿)  ah i’m very sorry about that! i fixed that right after i got your request, so you should be able to see them now.

so since you weren’t able to read my rules before, you didn’t know that the only time i can accept over 4 characters are when it’s for headcannons so i hope you don’t mind me using headcannons for this! 

if this wasn’t what you had in mind then perhaps send your request again with fewer characters when the askbox is open? or anything you’d like really as long it’s not violating the rules. i’ll be more than glad to write for you again! ^^

 i may or may not have screamed at how cute shiro looks in your icon


  • Turns out Akashi wasn’t completely different as a child than he was as an adult.
  • Although, he was a little more stubborn and a little more enthusiastic.
  • Especially when it came to basketball. 
  • You’ve been trying to make him come into the house, and have his lunch for almost an hour, but he just wouldn’t stop playing.
  • “If you can win against me, I’ll come inside.” he finally said. 
  • You sighed, you knew Akashi was really good at basketball, but maybe this time you have an advantage since he was a child.
  • After another hour, you finally managed to win with a score of 6-7.
  • It seemed like after you won, he wasn’t as stubborn anymore. Guess the only way to make him listen to you is to suggest a challenge and hope for the best.


  • Surprisingly, so far Midorima was being a really good boy, and made it really easy for you take care of him. 
  • That was until he found out you don’t believe in zodiac signs, and think it’s all just gibberish.  
  • You never regretted saying something so much.
  • Not only did he ignore everything you said, but he would give you disapproving looks that for a second you had to stop and question yourself about who the child really was here. 
  • You realized the only way to make him listen to you again was if you told him that you’ve changed your mind.
  • “I’m sorry if what I said yesterday upset you, but listen!” you exclaimed. “I searched and read more about it, and I changed my mind.” you continued.
  • “Look, I even bought my lucky item for today!” you showed him the teddy bear you bought after reading the daily Oha Asa horoscopes.
  • Needless to say, he didn’t give you disapproving looks or shove you aside when you kissed him goodnight on the head.


  • “___-chan it hurts!” Kise whined. 
  • You’ve been having so much fun braiding his hair and trying out different hairstyles. You really couldn’t help it, his hair was even more prettier right now than what it was as an adult.
  • You didn’t think it was possible, but Kise wasn’t actually that loud, he didn’t give you a hard time, and always obliged when you told him something.
  • All you had to do is just shower him with love, tell him how handsome he is, and how he’s gonna be an amazing model when he grows up.
  • And bam, your word will be his command.
  • Although, there were a few times where you had to shove the food in his mouth, because he refused to eat his vegetables. 
  • You couldn’t help but laugh every time he pretended to cry just so you can give him your attention. 
  • You spent the entire night watching movies with him until he finally fell asleep on your lap. Thank god


  • Aomine’s favorite things to do other than eat, is sleep.
  • You had to use everything you have in your power to wake him up.
  • It was just supposed to be a 1 hour nap, how did it turn into a battle of survival between you and his sheets?
  • You’ve been trying to take them off but they wouldn’t even budge, and he was making sure they stay that way.
  • You wanted to crumble down and cry, that was until you got the great idea.
  • Nothing works best like threatening to ruin his favorite video game. You came back with it in your hand, “You will get up right now, or you can say goodbye to your precious video game.” you raised an eyebrow.
  • Like a bolt of lightning, his eyes shot up and he was wide awake.
  • “Good boy!” you ruffled his hair grinning, you were proud of yourself.


  • You didn’t know wether to feel bad for yourself or to laugh. 
  • Apparently even the 8 year old Murasakibara is taller than you, and that did not make taking care of him any easier.
  • That boy will not do anything but eat and stare in nowhere particular, the only time he’ll actually talk to you is when you’re offering him food.
  • The only time he’ll actually listen to you, is when you bribe him with food.
  • “I’m hungryyyyyyyyyyyy” have literally become stuck in your mind. You could swear you can even hear his voice sometimes, even when you’re completely alone.
  • Something else he likes other than snacks would be naps, especially on your lap.
  • Since he’s always on sugar he has a hard time falling asleep easily.
  • Which is why you always made him rest his head on your thigh, and ruffled his hair until he finally falls asleep. 


  • If you thought noticing him when he was an adult was hard, then this was your own made up hell.
  • It didn’t help when all he wanted to do was play hide and seek. 
  • Still he was so adorable you couldn’t say no, even though it sometimes took you almost an hour until you found him.
  • There were a few times where you couldn’t find him at all, but luckily you had a trick to make him come out of his own hiding place.
  • 2 words, vanilla milkshake.
  • Luckily, you knew an easy recipe to make it within almost 7 minutes, so it was perfect.
  • And this time was one of those times. 
  • “Kuroko! I made you your favorite!” you yelled, and bam, there he was, right next to you.
Exo React To Buying Your Makeup

aph-dead-nation asked: Can you write a short/medium reaction for Chen, Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol, and Xiumin for this one? I recently saw on youtube where some beauty vloggers will do a “my boyfriend buys my makeup” challenge. How would they go about that, buying their girlfriend’s (or crossdresser boyfriend) makeup? Would they be good or bad at it? Would they get help from Ulta or Sephora employees? Thanks!

Thanks for being so specific!! It really helps us out. Here it is! -Admin Bambi

Xiumin: Have you seen his makeup? This boy knows what he’s doing, he just didn’t expect the price to be so high. He gets you the perfect makeup, but his wallet probably suffered as he insisted he would pay for you.

“H-how much did you say this lipstick was?”

Baekhyun: He’s so involved in your life and caring that he knew exactly what shade, type, and brand of makeup to buy. No help from employees needed. The only thing left to teach him is how to put it on.

“So this is the NYX foundation you always buy, and this is the MAC eyeliner…”

Chen: Surprisingly, with the help of a few sephora employees, he hits the jackpot on this one. He gets you the perfect eyeshadow and liner and is, in the end, pretty proud of himself.

“So, how’d I do? I’m pretty good at this, right?”

Chanyeol: He tries very hard but ultimately fails at getting the right shade of color. He’s the type to ask the employees shyly but this poor tall baby doesn’t understand the world of makeup.

“Her skin tone? Um, beige? What color goes well with beige?”

Sehun: Much like Xiumin, he would be good at it. Almost too good. Nothing would surprise him though, he’s an expert in makeup. He doesn’t even need to try the makeup to know it’s some good quality.

Employee: Sir, do you need any help?


anonymous asked:

Now other popular artists in the fandom are talking about you and it genuinely hurts me to see such hatred in this fandom.

…i don’t know where this is happening :( sigh well i mean. Again i can’t be sure what this is really about so I don’t want to make any false assumptions / insinuations or say bad shit about anyone. so i guess i just take it???

i mean they all have more followers than me so even if i do know what’s going on i don’t think it’ll matter that much :( 

i’ve got some pretty bad RL stuff going on so at least that’s given me my perspective back haha but. Well i’ll still try finish watercast even if everyone decides to not read it or smth haha.