that sounds like a good assignment

since part of the deal with Echidna was that Karkat would be the leader of the new world I like to imagine that in front of Karkat they divided up the kingdoms and assigned each different leaders so it would be “fair” but the second Karkat leaves the room Kanaya pulls everyone together and explains that due to Echnida’s conditions Karkat is actually the true leader of everything and they’re all just like “okay yeah sounds good” and they all just accept Karkat as the actual Leader of the World, except Karkat who has literally no idea this happened

mihosayuri  asked:

Fic prompt: "Will you look at me?"

Thank you SO MUCH for the prompt!!

It’s set right after Never Again and thank you so much, @bogwisdom for helping me. As always, I’m so grateful! 

It’s mostly angry angst with a tiny hint of hotness. Enjoy!

She walks tensely down the corridor to his basement office at the end of it, the sound of her heels announcing her arrival. She lingers for a second in front of his door, feeling a tight knot in her chest, before stepping in. He looks up. Disappointment. Failure. Rejection, and a wave of negative superlatives hit her like a stormy sea. All of it irrational, she knows that, but her head keeps going, and she continues, recalls his words from the last time they were standing here opposite each other, recites them like a little chant to keep her anger burning brightly.

You were just assigned. This work is my life.
Maybe it’s good that we get away from each other for a while.

She enters the room quietly and he goes on about Jerse as if she cares, as if she doesn’t know already, as if she wasn’t a part of it herself. He even has the audacity to crack a joke about tattoos, adding fuel to the fire. You arrogant man, she thinks. But she won’t let this get to her. She will accept this as she accepted his disbelief when she did in fact have a date. She will accept these things but he’ll have to accept that she won’t be there forever, that things end, flowers wither, and people move on. It’s the inevitable circle of life. In order for something to live, something must die. She is ready to let what little they have die.

They sit in front of each other. He in his seat behind his desk, she in the chair on the other side, the distance between them like a vast ocean ready to consume both of them. The silence is deafening and she looks up to meet his eyes but he doesn’t see her. She wants him to look up, not for his validation, nor his attention, but to see if he’s there, to see if it’s the same two eyes that had kept her here when sometimes she had wanted to leave. She wants to believe they can make it work, she wants to make it work, but not like this, and something’s got to give. She’s about to say something when he finally speaks. 

“All this… because I didn’t get you a desk?” he asks, clueless about everything that’s going on between them, making her think there’s nothing to be saved between them.

“Not everything is about you, Mulder. This is my life,” she says agitated, not regretting her tone, hoping he’ll get it and that he’ll wake up.

“Yes, but it’s-,” he says, not finishing his sentence, as it finally dawns on him that something’s wrong, which makes her more furious.

“What? It’s your life and not mine?” she counters, recalling their last conversation here when he had flat out told her how this work was his life as if she hadn’t devoted years of her life fighting for the truth too, as if she hadn’t lost just as much as he had. No, they are equal. At the end of the day, both of them have to go home with the same worries, the same hurt, the same guilt, the same fear, and the same loss.

“That’s not what I meant, Scully. You know that,” he grumbles, still not able to see what she desperately wants him to see.

“Do I?” she answers coldly, not afraid of how she may be perceived. There’s nothing to lose. He looks at her in agony and she looks back at him. She does not pity him. Frankly, she wants to hit him in the face, not to hurt him, but to see if he’ll come back.

It’s over. She doesn’t have anything left to say. She can’t reach someone who doesn’t want to be reached. One can only take so much. She gets up from the chair, runs her hands down the few creases on her skirt, and walks towards the door. With her hand on the doorknob, she turns around to stare at him. He looks tired, like he’s been sitting there since she left for Philly. For all she knows, he has been sitting there, as he’s never really gone. His mind always occupied with the next case before closing the manila folder of the previous one. She doesn’t blame him though. It’s how he is, how he will be, and after all he’s never tried to change her, not ever. Though he has never blamed her, he has taken her for granted, depended too much on her following him to the end of the world, thus making her forget about herself, but she has reached the end now, and it’s like she feared, without him.

Now he’s sitting there alone, staring at the little rose petal on the desk, withered and black.

“I’m done, Mulder,” she manages to say, surprised at how easy it is to say but how difficult it is to understand. And she leaves, before she can even begin to regret going, before she can stay long enough for her to change her mind, to protect herself from what he might say - or worse; the absence of words. No, she leaves. She wants to. Needs to. And little, hot tears slowly fill her eyes as she makes her way back down the corridor to the elevator going up, up to the everyday life of gray suits on grey pavements next to grey roads.

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anonymous asked:

Hiiiiii, I just finished a great fic that I thought you might enjoy. Safe and Sound (You'll Always Be) by Rearviewdreamer. It was just completed this week and is famous/not famous and bodyguard AU. So good! Have a good weekend :)

waiiiiiiiiiit Rearviewdreamer wrote a new fic and I didn’t know ?? WTF ??

Looks great love, gonna add it to tbr ^^

Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be)  When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It’s just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can’t get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.  (58k)

Amamatsu Love Hotel - Amami's Dream (spoilers?)

This one’s Amami’s dream with Kaede in Shuichi’s place. You can read what this is all about and the previous piece here

I used a bit of translations from this post here,(by @officialamami)​ but I did the translation for the most part so some things might sound different when they were meant to sound the same.

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To his joy, the voice carried on. A long, endless string of utterances, muffled words on repeat. Its cadence fumbled out of control, and it was unlike anything he’d heard even on television. Television was calm and smooth and practiced. This man was an explosion of sounds that tingled up and down Mob’s body.

It did something else television couldn’t—it took Mob away from himself. The anxious flushes in his mind dampened; the hyperawareness of his body and his barrier fell away to the back of his mind. All Mob’s focus poured into assigning a face to this man, a body, an outfit, a name, a reason, a life. Mob liked this man a whole lot, and he worked hard to craft an image that made the man look kind.

A Breach of Trust by @phantomrose96 is really good! :o

(Reuploaded because I fixed a few things)

Sirius Blacks dare

Sirius Black pretending he’s Snape in class one day by (regretfully) rubbing grease through his hair.

The new teacher assuming it’s the real Snape (because who else would she think it was?)

The new teacher assigning projects in groups

Sirius, who’s proving to be a great actors slumps to the front to tell the teacher he has no one to go with

James, Remus and Peter barely containing their laughter at this point because the charm they put on his face to give him a hooked nose is too good and he looks much to much like Snape

“Surely you have some friends?”

“No one likes me.”

“I’m sure people like you.”

“No, no one at school like me.”

James, Remus and Peter having to hide behind the desk because their screeches of laughter would give it away.

“I’m sure your mother likes you!”

Then at this point even Sirius can’t contain the large grin spreading across his face as he hears wheezes from the back of the class.

“I’m sure she does too. Deep deep deeeep down in the same place she keeps her love for muggle culture and anyone who isn’t herself”

The teacher being horrified as the spell wears off and she sees the face of the student the other teachers had warned her about.

The three of them applauding Sirius from the back of the room.

James hands Sirius five galleons in reward.

My Boss is an Asshole(Villain!AU)
  • *Sonic is perched on top of a building with a phone to his ear, watching Mumen Rider talking to civilians down below*
  • Sonic: Reporting, I've spotted a hero in city B, designation Mumen Rider.
  • Saitama: *On other end of the phone* Good job, Sonic.
  • Sonic: *Rolls his eyes* Any further actions needed?
  • Saitama: Yes, this is very important so it would be in your best interest to take this assignment very seriously.
  • Sonic: What is it?
  • Saitama: I need you to go kiss him
  • Sonic: .....
  • *Sound of Saitama and Genos making smoochie noises on the other end of the phone*
  • Sonic: I fucking hate you two so much
  • Genos: *In the background* sniff him a little and tell us if he smells like hazelnuts
  • Sonic: FUCK YOU, GENOS!
I’ll always find you

Request: Can you do an imagine where you rescue Spencer from kidnapping?

Warnings: Mild kidnapping

Pairing: Reid/Reader but mild mild romance.

Kinda a weird one! But hope you like it! ~AdminAnna



Your gloves made a loud sound in the empty FBI gym. It felt good to get back to your daily routine. You dragged the back of your hand across your forehead to get the sweat off. You were a naturally good fighter and really only called in under the extreme cases. When you’d gone a little overboard catching a murderer, understandably you were assigned to desk duty for a while. You finally had your access to the gym back. You were pushing yourself, hard.

Your phone went off and you’d realized you’d stopped kicking the dummy, lost in your own thoughts. You looked at the caller I.D. You put the phone to your ear and fixed the tape on your knuckles.

“Yes Ma’am?”

“Y/N. I need you to come in.”

You huffed, annoyed, “So I can be off desk duty-“

“Y/N.” Her voice went soft, “Reid’s in trouble. I need you to extract him.”

It felt like your whole world stood still. 

No. NO.

You closed your eyes and inhaled slowly. You felt your whole body tremble. You forced yourself to breathe in and out slowly. You had to calm yourself down before you went in. 


She read it to you, “Hostage situation. Four men inside.”

“On my way.”


“No movement inside,” Derek Morgan scowled from next to the house where Spencer was being held, “It looks like its calmed down in there.”

Aaron Hotchner whipped a hand across his face, “Any noise from Reid?”


The senior agent’s phone rang. He took it out of his pocked and looked at the front to see who was bothering him.

“Strauss I really don’t have time for this,” He snapped into the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Put me on speaker Aaron.” Her tone had a no-nonsense air.

Aaron raised his eyebrows and put it on speaker phone. He waved over Prentiss, Morgan, JJ and Rossi.

“We’re all here.”

Strauss exhaled, “I’ve Y/N..”

“What do you mean?” Aaron’s face hardened, “Strauss of all the people to send-”

“I know Hotch,” She snapped, “I know she’s emotionally invested but we all are. You have to let her go in.”

The phone went dead on the other end.

“What the hell-” Derek started.

Suddenly there was a crash on the inside. It was faint, but we could hear it.

What was that?” They heard over the radio.

Another voice came over the speaker, “I don’t know. The FBI’s right outside. They haven’t moved. I’ve been watching.”

Go check it out!” The leader commanded.

All 5 of the BAU agents gathered around the radio that was wired to listen inside. They waited.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” Emily bit her lip.

“No.” Rossi shook his head, “She’s right. If anyone can get him Y/N can.”


You  hid in the dark hallway. It was easy enough to get in. You’d learned to pick a lock in third grade. You tipped over the vase on purpose. You’d seen one of the captors come to check on it. You let him walk past you before you jumped on him, taking him down quickly in surprise. He fell to the ground and you put a cloth over his nose and mouth.You pulled his tie behind his head, cutting off the air supply. He fainted quickly and quietly. You used cable ties to bound his wrist and ankles so he couldn’t move if he came to. You continued down the hallway to where you could tell Reid was being held.

You looked quickly around the corner. There were 3 standing around Reid. He was bloodied. You couldn’t focus on that now. You had to get him out.

You didn’t see any weapons in their hands. They were laying on a table near the back wall. You could shoot two down easily. It was the third that could probably get to a gun.

You inhaled and exhaled three times. You could do this. You could do this for him.

As you predicted, you fired and brought two down easily. You shot them each in the leg. The third ran to the back table and quickly retaliated. He fired the same time you did.

He crumbled to the floor. You quickly restrained the two still living. They needed to be interrogated. You finally ran over to Reid. You felt the air go back into your lungs. He was hurt, but not too badly.

“Hey love,” You slapped his cheek lightly to try and get him to come to, “Spencer wake up. Spence. Open those eyes.”

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

You smiled, tears forming in your eyes, “There they are.Hi baby.”

“Y/N?” He asked in confusion as you untied him quickly.

You practically jumped into his lap, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. He lifted his arms, squeezing you to the point of almost pain. 

“You’re my night in shining armor.” He chuckled sadly, putting his face in your neck.

“Always,” You kissed him, “Always.”

Ideas for mob control at future jacksepticeye events

I’ve been seeing stuff about people pushing and shoving when it comes to getting a chance to meet Jack, talk to Jack, and/or ask Jack questions.  Ideally, we could just tell people, “Don’t do this,” but the fact of the matter is that the people who act this way are often rewarded for this behavior, so a lot of people are going to do it regardless.  So, since it sounds like Jack is going to be doing some touring, I was thinking there could be some practices set up to help prevent this sort of thing in the future.  In addition to tickets to his meet-ups being reserved ahead of time with assigned seating, maybe people who want to ask questions could opt into a lottery system that randomly selects a given number of specific ticket holders to ask questions that day.  Each person will have to keep their questions under a certain amount of time so that a good amount of people get to participate.  Then there will be no pushing and shoving and people will know ahead of time whether they can ask their questions.  Maybe @therealjacksepticeye has already thought of this stuff, but I just thought I’d throw it out there in case it’s helpful.

#1 BSM you think he likes your twin more pt 1(luke)

Y/T/N- your twin name


you woke up to y/t/n shaking you

“what is it?” you asked grogilly,as you were not so much of a morning person,well you kind of were but you spent most of last night completing your assignment

“get up bitch!luke’s taking me
out ” she said harshly and went of the room

‘was i invited?’ you thought to yourself

you got up,brushed you teeth and hair,changed your pajamas into daily wearing decent clothes and put your hair up in a simple ponytail

you got out of you bedroom and went down the stair to the breakfast table

you greeted your siblings,ben,jack,y/tn,and luke since they were the only ones home although luke never really wished back and had always made a clear point of his hatred towards you,never by words,but actions speak louder than words.


thats when y/t/n said,rather announced “lukeys taking me out because i got an A,aren’t you lukey? ” she said and asked luke with puppy dog eyes

“that i am princess” luke answered smiled to yourself thinking about the days that luke used to have that name for you,when he loved you so much you were the happiest person on earth.but all of a sudden he became really distant you tried to find out ways as for why it was that but never figured and got ignored so you eventually just left trying.

it would be a lie if you said you didn’t envy y/t/n and wanted to be her,you did hate her because she was nothing but a bitch to you,but somewhere you felt happy for her,since she could have the brother you now couldn’t. yes you had ben and jack but they had settled down and led heir own life,they did love you loads but they just visited so it was not the same.

“can i come?” you asked timidly,you didn’t really know why you even did ask,maybe it could mean spending a bit of time with luke but whatever it was you did ask.

y/t/n scrunched her nose in disgust “i just told you it was for y/t/n she is the one who got an A,you are so bloody dumb I don’t even know if you pass or not,and don’t you just get I DO NOT LIKE YOU!!! just get over it and leave me alone ok? just get lost somewhere” he yelled real loud,that loud that it made you flinch away.

“okay” you said just above a whisper

“I’ll go to my room” you whispered barely audible

“like i care” luke sassed you went up the stars you didn’t even look at ben and jack because you knew they would have sympathetic faces,but you knew they would not scold luke,not because they did'nt want to,they so freaky did,it was because you had made them swear on your life not to.

you went up to your room and sat on your bed.the tears threatening to fall . That is when y/t/n came up and said to you with a smirk on her face “ready for luke to hate you even more?” you gave her a confused look

she threw her head backwards and screamed luke’s name and started to fake cry

after a few seconds luke came rushing in and picked her up

“I asked her what happened and she punched me and threw me on the wall"she lied fake sobbing,luke turned around and screamed "y/n you fuckin bitch,why are you like this,how the fuck can you be so frickin jealous of your own sister,she gets to go out because she gets an A okay? Just accept the fact tgat you are just way too dumb for it and don’t try to act all innocent I know what you do to y/t/n ,I know about the bullying you do to her,the calling of names and stealing of friends,you are such a bitch now!..i seriously have no idea why you even have to be my sister like all of our lives would have been SO much easier without you,if only y/t/n was born without a twin,oh how i wish for that,did'nt you get it i LOVED you,PAST TENSE!but then I got to know who you really are and hell you are one bitchy slutty whore aren’t you”

all she said was a lie she put herself on your place and made up a story.By now you were sobbing quietly but brought up a strong facade to answer back and started yelling.

“she is the one who gets bullied, huh? she is the one who gets called names?she is the one who loses friends?she is the one who gets good grades? luke if you could only see she is the one who bloody bullies me,she is the one who stole MY friends,she calls me names,all her bullying led me to wearing bracelets and applying foundation on my wrist and when she found out all she told me was to cut deeper and i’m sorry if i was born I’m sorry okay i know you wish me gone,and I get it all right you have made it rather clear and just so you know luke she didn’t just steal my other friends she stole my best friend who was always there for me and loved and care for me and if you’re confused about who it was you luke,not now,but once upon a time"you said cried out and after that you said in a hushed tone "and i’m sorry i cannot be perfect and good enough for you,i really am and if i could i would really do something about me not being born,at least it would be one thing i could do to make you happy” when you looked up to lukes face he was in utter shock and then you realized what you had said you covered your mouth with your face even though tears streamed down your face you mumbled a “i’m sorry” and rushed to your room.after a few seconds there were knocks on your door.

pt. 2 will be put up

requests are allllwwwaaayyyss open for bsm,preferences or imagines:)
fic: safe and sound (you'll always be)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works


When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It’s just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can’t get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break. (a bodyguard au)

anonymous asked:

How haylor is the whole reason this katy perry thing happened in the first place because taylor didn't want people to think she had bad blood with harry. Amazing.

”You’re in a Rolling Stone interview, and the writer says, “Who is that song about? That sounds like a really intense moment from your life.” And you sit there, and you know you’re on good terms with your ex-boyfriend, and you don’t want him—or his family—to think you’re firing shots at him. So you say, “That was about losing a friend.” And that’s basically all you say. But then people cryptically tweet about what you meant. I never said anything that would point a finger in the specific direction of one specific person, and I can sleep at night knowing that. I knew the song would be assigned to a person, and the easiest mark was someone who I didn’t want to be labeled with this song. It was not a song about heartbreak. It was about the loss of friendship.”

“YOU’RE AN ENGLISH MAJOR HOW HAVE YOU NOT READ *INSERT BULLSHIT*?!??!?!!!!” okay friend real talk here i actually read like 3 books out of all my assigned reading for my entire bachelor degree. i was awarded a ba in english but i really should have a ba in bullshitting and fanfiction oops so nah son i am not well-read in the least but godDAMN am i good at pulling intellectual-sounding 10 page essays out of my ass

how an actual tumblr left meet up would go down probably

everyone else: u guys read that hot new book off the postmodern press

everyone else: hell yea we did and it was Good, if goodness were a thing, but obviously its not because to be Good is to just have moral values assigned to you and we’re all nihilists here lmao everything is fake

me: h-hey… what about like…the 6th edition of marxs capital coming out…. sounds neat huh

everyone else: shut up or we’ll deconstruct you

me: oh..ok…..

everyone else: anyway, foucault is still dead

if you ever feel like being you’re too dramatic about something just remember me and my friends had an assignment in drama class to come up with a good 30 minute plot (and preform it) and all the criteria sounded like a situation we were dealing with so we built a story around it.

But then it was about a girl, kacie cartwright, who was sort of to herself/shy/basically Cady from mean girls, and so me and my friends started hanging out with her and teaching her things about teenage stuff. But then she became really superficial and started wearing hella makeup (like lots of orange, and spider legs mascara) and started trash talking all of us out of nowhere (once even calling me a white trash cumslut dumpster)

So to get out our frustrations, we made a play about it. I played her role, and her name in the play was Stacie Cartleft

when i heard the opening i actually bawled like a 4 year old because of how great it sounds. all the haikyuu soundtracks are so good it moves me to tears

a week more until season 2!! i can’t wait i cant wait i cant wait