that thing is after us and you want a chat

The Evolution of Adrien’s Game

I binged a few eps of Miraculous Ladybug while I was sick today and ended up making a long-ass observation post about Gabriel as Hawkmoth (or maybe Mr. Kubdel, wtfk) instead of resting.  Because priorities.

Anyway, here’s something else I noticed that wedged itself into my brain and won’t leave.  Prepare for another long post. 

In “Origins”:

  • Falls in love with a person he just met (proof he’s a Disney princess)
  • Which one?  Ladybug or Marinette?  Who knows.  He gives them both the same “oh shit, I think I’m in love” look.

In “Copycat (L'Imposteur):

  • Nino invites the girls to the movies and Marinette squeals.
  • Adrien’s reaction (half startled, half “that was cute wtf?”)

In “Timebreaker (Chronogirl)”:

  • He freaking winks at Marinette after complimenting her.
  • Oh yeah, you’re smooth -_-
  • Also, you’re a pirate.  ARGH MATEY!

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Anonymous said: A jeffxreader where she sits with the jocks at their lunch table bc she recently broke her arm and they are rlly protective of her especially jeff bc he likes her and just include silly banter amongst all of them and maybe later jeff finally gets the courage to ask her out and she happily agrees and fluff thnx <3

Author’s Note: Dear requester, I had to switch arm to ankle because I royally screwed up. Sorry!

Originally posted by janevillanuevas


“Seriously, Jeff, you don’t have to keep driving me to school,” you chuckle. “I’m plenty capable of doing things on my own still.”

Shaking his head in refusal, Jeff parks in the student parking lot of the high school before turning towards you. "If it wasn’t for me goading you, you wouldn’t have been playing flag football with us, Y/N. I sometimes forget just how rowdy those idiots can get.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It kind of is.”

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Aiight! First off, hello! So this is something I’ve been “dream chasing” after for a while now and wanted to ask a few things! I’m a young cartoonist looking for a sort of occupation this year and wanted to build up the courage to ask if there’s a chance for me to help you make a few merchandise designs for you? You recently said that you have wanted to do more charity work and putting more stuff up on your shop so I figured if it was possible I’d be more than happy to do some stuff for you! This up here is just a quick sketch but I have other more decent drawings up on different medias ( which some you’ve seen before ) that I would really love to have a chat and see if there’s some things I can do! You always told us to chase our opportunities, dreams, and goals so I guess now I’m starting to chase after mine, haha. I’d really appreciate it if you could get back to me on this! Thank you Jack :D

sterek  asked:

wtf! you'd thank an anon for being concerned about you but constantly sass me for doing the same?? 😤 that is IT, emma elizabeth, i'm breaking up with you and taking all the mugs with me 😤

I can’t believe you are dumping me and stealing my mugs all on the same day??? What kind of person are you??? 


now I kind of want a Sterek AU where Derek has a killer mug collection and he and Stiles are locked in an ongoing war where Stiles tries to steal them - like Jake and Holt in B99. 

By year three, they get together. Stiles finally manages to steal one mug - Derek is very good at guarding them - and instead of tackling Stiles to the floor like a normal werewolf Derek goes and kisses him to try and get it back, the dork. Unfortunately for Derek, Stiles is a very good kisser and he never sees his mug again (at least, not until Stiles is taunting him with it via snap chat). 

Stiles uses all sorts of tactics (although every time he plans to use Derek’s post sex sleepy haze to his advantage he fails because Derek just wants to be cuddled after sex  and what kind of monster would refuse to cuddle such a beautiful, sexy nerd after sex???? Especially when Derek does this thing where he kind of purrs and sniffles into his pillow before working up the courage to ask for contact. Like, Stiles just can’t ignore that. He’s only head over heels, you know.)

As the years go by, it’s a game they still play and when they have kids the kids help. Little Mia and Jay help daddy, dressing up in Star Wars outfits and yelling MAY THE MUG BE WITH YOU to each other before an attack (Stiles has never been so proud, even if this does always give the game away). Lily and Jack are firmly Team Papa though - they aren’t any better at defending the mugs than Mia and Jay are at stealing them (mostly because Jack always caves in and gives a mug to Stiles anyway because he can’t handle the pressure. Stiles and Derek always have to gives him lots of reassuring hugs and kisses after each game). 

By the time the kids are leaving for college, Stiles has half the mug collection for himself and even though he and Derek still like to play, mostly they give each other a mug on special occasions. For Valentine’s day, Derek gets his Hufflepuff mug back, and for Stiles’ birthday, he gets to have the pleasure of drinking from Derek’s special History Nerd mug for the rest of the year before giving it back.

The collection only gets bigger as the years to by too as Stiles buys Derek a new mug every other month and if Derek can find where Stiles has hidden it before 24 hours are up he gets to keep it in his collection. If not, better luck next time, Hale! HAHAHAHA!

To be honest, they have just as many mugs as Derek has books and Stiles has weird, magical things lying around. But that’s okay, that’s them. They don’t mind the constant ribbing from the pack and their family because each mug is another moment, another memory. Each mug is them and they wouldn’t trade even one, not for the world. 

“Well, maybe for the world.”

Stiles, please don’t ruin the nice moment for once?” 

“Yes, Mr Hale.”

“Oh for fuck - Stiles. NOT IN FRONT OF THE DOG.” 

Dances and Kissing

Summary: Archie Andrews invites you to the back-to-school dance, hoping that this is finally his opportunity to take your friendship to the next level.

Word Count: 2,150

A/N: My first Archie/Riverdale fic! I had a blast writing this out and I hope you all enjoy it just as much. Feedback would be greatly appreciated too, folks :-) 

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

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Imagine #10 Charles Xavier (Request)

Requested by anon: Hey hun could i get one with charles where the reader has siren powers but like a literal mythological siren and shes looking for charles for anwers? thank ilove your writing

Hey, thanks for the request. I hope you like it! xoxo

Originally posted by endingthemes

Not my gif

Words: 1660

Warnings: Swears, typos (probably)

Your gaze immediately found him the moment you entered the bar and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief. You had been looking for this man for the past few months and always seemed to have just missed him. For a professor he was surprisingly difficult to find. But then again, you thought as you took off your coat and scarf, he wasn’t just a simple professor.

And he didn’t seem to be alone either, you realized, seeing him talk to the two men seated next to him by the counter. This wasn’t exactly convenient and you would have preferred talking to him in private, but you weren’t going to let this opportunity slip through your fingers, not after having awaited this moment ever since you had found out about the professor’s… well, genetic situation.

“Hey, baby. How come a pretty thing like you is here all alone?” You felt and arm snake around your shoulders and the smell of a very alcoholised and sweaty man hit you in a way that you were already used to. Drunken men always hit on you. Well, most men hit on you most of the time. High school had been nothing but uncomfortable dates for you, as being sexually appealing to teenage boys and simultaneously not being able to say no didn’t work out very well for you. But it wasn’t just that you were attractive and it had taken you a while to realize just how far your power over other people went. Unfortunately you had had to make the experience that teenage boys wouldn’t always be the biggest of your problems. And that, in your case, trying to talk yourself out of a situation often resulted into the exact opposite reaction from what you had been hoping for. You had kicked more balls, punched more noses und used more cans of pepper spray than you could count.

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Villain!Shinsou x Hero!Reader — Lost Pet AU

  • You return home one evening to find that your cat is nowhere to be found, essentially missing and disappeared without a trace. Before you’d even unlock the door to your house your cute little feline would be behind the entrance ready to greet you with its soft purrs while affectionately rubbing its cheeks against your leg. Strangely enough, your kitten wasn’t there and you’d call its name several times and searching each room only to be left disappointed, confused and wondering where it could have run off to so suddenly.
  • For the next half hour you spent looking for your lost cat around your neighborhood, strolling along the streets and alleyways, exploring any nook and crook where you’d think your pet would be hiding. It wasn’t until you stumbled across a notorious villain with distinct gorgeous lavender hair scrunched down and petting your lost kitten that immediately put you in an uncomfortable and awkward position. You’d been chasing him down all over the city for months now and your encounters with him hadn’t been the most pleasant, at least that’s what you told yourself because the reality is that you enjoyed the flirty banter that went on between you two. Sometimes a little too much in the sense where he would be on your mind for the entire day. 
  • As you slowly approached the villain with caution he merely glances up at you with his trademark lazy smirk that he displays only when something amuses him. He’s not surprised when his eyes meet with yours and he promptly asks, “This your cat? Cute little thing he is.” You give him a nod of reply, knowing fully well of his capabilities and brainwashing quirk that you once became a victim of although he always released you from its restraints for whatever reason and let you go. He then assures you that he means you no harm and won’t use his quirk on you so you’re free to speak your mind and have a civilized conversation with him. 
  • After brushing your suspicions aside, you both had a surprisingly nice chat and you learned that he likes cats, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, you think that your cat likes him too from how they interacted with one another. Before it starts to get late he doesn’t keep you much longer than he already has because it’s not safe for someone like you to be out at night even if you are a hero. You thank him for finding your cat and bid him farewell, mentioning that the next time you two meet again will be on different terms before you leave. He laughs because you say that every time, that you’re going to catch him but he always manages to slip through your fingers. 
  • The next week you come home you find your cat missing and searched everywhere for your lost pet only to find Shinsou with your runaway cat again. This time he situated himself next to your kitten and fed it some canned food so it wouldn’t go hungry while he waited for your arrival, gazing up at the night sky as the stars shone down on him and the moonlight accentuating his features. He had a soft expression on his face and in that moment you swore that you caught yourself thinking that he may be the most handsome villain you’ve ever come across. Without any warning, he turns to look at you with a smirk pulling at his lips and you knew you were in trouble because you had a feeling that you’re going to fall for him despite the fact that he’s a villain and you’re a hero.
Hostage Situation

Insanity Rambles: Scrolling through the Marichat tag and I JUST HAD THE GREATEST IDEA EVER. May put this on A03 later.

It was mid-afternoon on a Sunday and her parents were out. Only Marinette and Nino were in the building, working on a French assignment. She had taken down all indications of her crush on Adrien and spread out the resources they needed across the desk. Tikki was hidden away, napping in a small box in the alcove above her bed while Marinette worked with Nino. They were almost finished when the designer spotted it.

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ML Fluff Month || Day 5

AN: I had way too much fun with the ending


Day 5- Firsts

Nino laid against Adrien’s pristine white couch as the latter watched from his spot by the computer desk. Nino tries to make some baskets from this position while the two boys continue with their game of twenty questions, with Nino in the lead.

“So we’ve established that it’s a person, female, and in our age bracket,” The blond says while spinning in his chair.

“Yup.” Nino lines up a shot, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he tosses the small basketball. The two wait with bated breath as the ball circles the rim once, then twice, and even a third time, but it simply falls to the floor without going into the hoop. Nino curses under his breath and waits for Adrien to roll over to where the ball landed and toss it back. “Question fifteen dude.”

“Hmm, is she in our school?”

“Yes. Toss the ball?”

Adrien hold the ball for a second more as he contemplates his next question. With only four more questions left, he needs to think carefully and try to eliminate as many options he can. Adrien tosses the ball back to Nino who lays on his back once more after catching it. “Okay, is she shorter than you?”

“Yeah. You got three more questions left now.”

“Is it Mylene?”

“Nope, two more.”


“Nuh uh, one left.”


“Wrong. That’s been twenty questions with your reigning champ, Nino.”

“So it was Marinette?” Adrien asks as he catches the ball Nino tossed to him.

“Yeah. How many have you even won dude?” Nino replies while getting off the couch to stretch.

“I don’t know like three?”

“You gotta ask better questions next time Agreste or else you’ll never beat me.”

“Maybe, but what’s the reasoning behind choosing Marinette this round?”

“Your first crush,” Nino answers without skipping a beat.

“H-hey, how’d you know she was my first crush?” Adrien tosses the ball back to his best friend, hoping it’ll distract the DJ from the blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Ah so you don’t deny it. She was your first crush,” Nino teases lightheartedly, enjoying the way Adrien squirms in embarrassment.

“Maybe, but you still didn’t answer my question.”

“It was a wild guess. And you did say you’ve never had feelings for the models you’ve worked with. Also, I’m not blind dude. I do notice the way you look at her sometimes. Though Alya was the one that brought it to my attention when she told me about Marinette’s crush on you.”

Adrien groaned and spun in his chair as he pushed his hair back. “Can’t get anything by you huh?”

“Nope, not your best friend. But dude, when were you even gonna tell me you were dating her? I’ve been waiting for you to bring it up since Alya told me about it.”

Adrien stomped his feet on the ground, abruptly stopping his spinning. But the sudden stop made his chair become off balanced and topple over. This, however, did not slow down the blond in the slightest as he sprang to his feet. “How’d you- I mean what gave you that idea? Sure I have a crush on her but we- we’re not dating,” Adrien said quickly, heart rate going a mile a minute. Technically, Adrien was dating Marinette, but it wasn’t a very simple situation.

“Um you okay dude? Did you hit your head or something on that tumble?” Nino was just plain confused. He knew that his best friend was dating his first crush but couldn’t understand why the blond was trying to hide it from him.

“No, no I’m fine. But you said Alya told you, what exactly did she tell you?” Adrien was beginning to get worried.

“Uh that she caught you and Marinette together so you two admitted that you were together but wanted to keep it on the down low.”

Adrien’s eyes widened as what Nino just said sinks in. Alya had caught him and Marinette together but he was suited up as his alter ego when the journalist barged into Marinette’s room and found the petite girl in his lap as she played Ultimate Mecha Strike III.

A thousand instances flashed through Adrien’s mind as he tried to figure out what he’d done to give himself away. It wasn’t until Nino waved a hand in front of his face did he get pulled back into reality.

Adrien grips his best friend’s shoulders as he tries to search his eyes for something to tell him that he was just playing with him.

“Bro, will you just explain to me what’s the big deal? I mean, I understand that you’d want to keep this from getting out so your pops doesn’t find out. But do you really need to keep it from me, dude?” A look of hurt flashes in Nino’s eyes but it was so quick that Adrien questions if he really saw it.

“No I trust you Nino, you’re my best friend. But I need to tell me as clearly as you can, why do you think Marinette and I are dating? I know this sounds weird but I need to hear you say it before I jump to conclusions.”

Realization hits Nino as Adrien finishes his sentence. “Dude, you didn’t know that I knew about you being Chat Noir?” When Adrien shakes his head in response, Nino couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips. “Dude, I kinda knew for a while you know. I just thought you knew I knew.”

“How’d you even figure it out man, and when?” Adrien asked, genuinely wanting know, considering he and Marinette found out about each other only a year ago.

“I don’t know exactly when cause I had a creeping suspicion about you being Chat Noir after the first couple of akumas. But I didn’t have any proof and I don’t really dwell on things like that so often, I leave that to Alya, so that probably stalled some time. But with each attack you were never there and you’re always conveniently some place else when he was… Honestly, I didn’t really think much of it until Chat Noir used my phone that one time to send a message to Alya to get a diversion going. Cause Chat unlocked it without a hitch and you’re the only one that knows the code. So things kinda just fell into place after that.”

“Wow, how’d I get such a smart best friend?” Adrien said teasingly as he listened to Nino’s explanation. “Wait, so does Alya know?“

“Nah, I want her to figure it out on her own. Though I’m probably going to have to prepare to face an angry Alya cause she’s definitely going to be mad when she finds out I figured it out before her.” Nino chuckled as he made his way over to where his discarded bag lay.

“Thanks man, for keeping this a secret. It really means a lot that you would do this without me asking you to.”

“Dude, you’re like my bro. I would never go and intentionally sabotage you like that, ever.” Nino rummages through his bag some more before finding what he was looking for. He hides it from Adrien’s view and walks over to the emerald-eyed blond. “And as your bro, I gotta look out for ya. So here, take this.” The DJ tried to keep a straight face as he handed Adrien a condom, but inevitably failed as the latter flushed red, and burst out laughing.


“What, you gotta use protection man,” Nino laughed, clutching his stomach as the blond shoved him. “'Don’t be silly, wrap your willy.‘”

“Oh my god, Nino!”

“‘Don’t be a joker, wrap your poker,’”

“Nino, I swear to god I’m gonna kick your ass into tomorrow if you keep going.”

“'If you go into heat, package your meat.'”

“You’re fucking gross man.”

“Get it? Cause you’re a cat, and cats go into heat,” Nino was wheezing by this point. With each silly slogan Adrien’s face turned redder and Nino laughed harder. “Okay last one, last one, I promise. 'Don’t be a loner, cover your boner.’”

“Disowned. You are no longer my best friend,” Adrien said as he grabbed a pillow off his couch and started to pummel Nino with it.

Chen – Circumstances

Characters: Chanyeol x OC

Type: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 1293

A/N: [5/9] Hope you like this and thank you for the support and love <3

“You agreed to be my girlfriend before and no circumstances will ever change that.”

Lesson #1; never take any characteristics of yourself too far. Like being kind and helpful. Everything has its limit, even if you loved to overstep them.

Lesson #2; like stated above, don’t take things too far. Picking up stray cats and dogs is a nice thing and taking care of them is cute, but actually letting someone into your home because he claims to be followed by very dangerous people was slightly too much. But hey, not like you were listening to your conscious.

Your third lesson was probably to not fall in love with said men, who seems to have taken a liking to you too. It wasn’t just complicating things, it was making your life too dangerous to live normally.

Hell, you weren’t attending medical school to end up being a member of one of the most feared mafia gangs and tend to their wounds with your own equipment and all, not that you had any say in it,

Well, it all started with having a day free and wanting to relax at home from all the studying you did prior. Your little house was around a rather quiet neighbourhood, the house is the only thing left of your grandparents who have died some years before. The way from the library and your home were just a twenty minutes walk and you were glad that you didn’t choose the Uni to study today. They way from your college to your home was probably 40 to 50 minutes walk and you really didn’t have any nerves or energy to walk anymore.

You walked rather fast and whenever you heard anything remotely strange, you turned back and stopped for some minutes. Whatever you told yourself, you just couldn’t shake up the feeling that someone was watching you and that was creepy enough.

Arriving at the front porch, you instantly fished out your keys to open up the door. Yet before you could step in, another sound shocked you and made you turn around to inspect the way to, of course, not find the source of the sound. Turning back, you walked in and closed the door to freeze in in fear as a man cornered you, holding your mouth shut with his hands.

He was handsome; light brown hair, slightly taller than you were and a very nice jawline.

You would have instantly started to trash around if it wasn’t for his uncomfortable vibe and him spluttering out apologies one after another.

He introduced himself as Jongdae and asked you to let him stay just for a short period of time. He didn’t say why and he certainly wasn’t explaining in what situation he was in. Only that it definitely wasn’t the police that was after him. Not that you were actually believing anything he said.

Jongdae, true to his words, only stayed for exactly two hours where he wouldn’t shut up. He talked and talked, asking questions whenever he wanted to know something about you. You were basically celebrating the moment he left you, your home finally silent.

It wasn’t the only and last time, though. He was sure to make that clear when he left with a ’see you soon’. And soon it was; two days after, he was back at your doorstep with a bag full of sweets. He was a little shit, alright. Instantly using his knowledge he basically forced out of you. It went on for some days. Him visiting you randomly while bringing things you can’t say no to, you let him in and the chit-chat going on.

The meetups grew to be bigger. From home to a cafe, from a cafe to a restaurant. You found yourself laughing more at his weird jokes, smiling at him genuinely and not as blank as you were with him before, totally forgetting how you guys actually met.

He always tried to bring you to laugh, be it through jokes, funny things that happened to him or through some pranks he loved to play on people. He always wanted to have a smile on your face, having your eyes light up with happiness.

Soon enough, he started to explain things to you. He told you that his cousin was involved with loan sharks, while he had a small business going. And because he was a direct relative, he was the one being followed. It was a weird explanation, but not a strange one for loan sharks. You bought his excuses.

But you would have never thought that Jongdae, the cheeky and playful boy, would be a mafia boss. He had his serious moments, where he would glare. Yet, he never acted upon his anger and it was never directed at you. The thought that he had a whole another side to himself was probably what shocked you the most.

You found out randomly while walking with him back home from a casual walk in the park.

“If that isn’t Chen.” A voice interrupted your talk, making you both turn towards it. You were firstly confused, the name Chen didn’t really ring any bells.

Three people in total, all dressed in black were standing in front of you, eyeing Jongdae thoroughly. They were addressing him. “You shouldn’t walk around with your girl and without your members. It could get dangerous for her.”

The situation was confusing and you didn’t even dare open your mouth as you saw the serious expression on Jongdae’s face and his stance as he pulled you behind him.

“Don’t do something you may regret later on.” His words cold as he spoke clearly for everyone to hear. “Walk away now, and I may just spare your life for destroying something that is just too precious to me.” He growled out after. And it seemed to work as the three exchanged uneasy glances and Jongdae’s threatening stance, especially after he fished out his gun, playing around with it while gazing directly at the three.

“You wouldn’t shoot here.” One of them smirked, albeit a bit uneasy. He wasn’t sure himself that was obvious.

“Try me.” Chen calmly smiled back. “One…” And the guys changed uneasy glances. “Two.” He unlocked the safety catch. But before he could even point the gun in their direction, the three disappeared into the night, leaving you alone with your boyfriend you thought you knew.

“What is going on?” You whispered as Jongdae put the gun away.

“Let’s go home and I’ll explain.” He turned around, holding his hand up for you to take. But you just took some steps back, wary of him and his actions. Too many thoughts were racing through your head, mainly if you ever knew him.

You thought he would understand you in this situation, that you needed a bit Freedom of him, at least physically. Yet his reaction surprised you, and not in a good way either. He was amused with your reaction, smirking as he tried to approach you only to get even more amused by you trying to keep the distance to him.

“You know what is even more dangerous than being a part of the mafia?” He titled his head, his smirk growing on your shocked face.

“Being the Mafia Boss?” You gulped, concluding it from the fear that was displayed by the three guys. You were starting to seriously fear him.

Seemingly surprised, his smirk transformed into a proud smile. “That and being noticed by one, being watched by one, wanted by one. I don’t care whether you want to or not at the moment Sera, but you’re not leaving me or my side. I will never allow that. You agreed to be my girlfriend before and no circumstances will ever change that.”

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one week before hyperion reaches habitat 7, the pathfinder team is brought out of cryogenic stasis. their first obstacle: shouldering the weight of what they’ve left behind.

scott ryder/liam kosta. 5886 words, sfw, falling in love over improper use of the tempest group chat. written for fun 15 days before andromeda’s launch so everything is Probably Very Wrong

DISCLAIMER: this fic is not based explicitly on the andromeda gameplay that’s been revealed so far, but there are still a few canon bits hidden here and there. if you don’t want to read spoilers then please don’t read.

The first thing Liam Kosta thinks after six-hundred years of cryogenic stasis is: Am I awake?

And then, when it’s apparent that he is: We made it, right? Did we make it?

And after that he isn’t thinking much of anything but thank God, thank God– are the others–? Oh my God, thank God, because no amount of experience in the field could really prepare anybody for something like this, and they’d known that going in.

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BTS/Seventeen Brothers!AU part 1: Your best friends and next door neighbors, the Jeon Brothers

  • every time you meet someone they almost always go “Oh, you’re friends with Wonwoo and Jungkook right? They seem pretty quiet and chill, must be nice”
  • and you have to restrain yourself from bursting out laughing bc all these boys do is exhaust you 24/7
  • who is sleep? you don’t know her. all you know is late night snack runs and waking up to random phone calls at 2am bc “we need to know which one of us does a better pingu impression”
  • they can and have made a competition out of everything and only trust you to judge fairly
  • sometimes you catch one of them starring at your outfit bc “is that my shirt?” “well you stole half my rings and eat all the food in my house on the regular so I figured taking it was fair payment. plus it looks better on me.” “…damn, alright fair enough. no need to get cocky.”
  • weekly ‘study sessions’, aka: going over notes for ten minutes before having a movie marathon and using rock paper scissors to decide who gets to pick the first one. Wonwoo made you hide their entire Iron Man box set at your house after Jungkook made you watch the entire trilogy for the 8th time
  • since you’ve been close since you were super young both of your parents use any special event as an excuse to get out all the baby pictures the three of you have together and it makes you want to die™ because “No mom, they don’t need to see the time we played twister in our Space Jam onesies!”
  • the only thing more lit than the group chat is the group nap
  • no one ever worries if they can’t find you late at night bc you probably just fell asleep at one or the others house (especially if Kookie finally won his argument to un-ban Iron Man on movie night and got you guys to watch all of them a 9th time)

- Nix (previously Mystery Admin)

420 Followers Special

the long awaited 420 followers special is here~
two things we
’d like to say first before anything else
first, from this follower special up to 666 followers special will be headcanons because we admins forgot keep track of our follower count and WE MISSED IT. so to catch up we
’ll be doing headcanons. sorry. 
second, you can and should now request for
 chirstmas specials since chirstmas is rolling around soon. 
also, we might so a shameless self-promo soon for our other scenario blog.

It was once again that time of day where everyone was finally free enough to log onto the chat room. You finally submitted all your final projects and the dreadful exam season has passed, now all that’s left is the even more dreadful waiting time for your results, but for now, you figured it was wise to give yourself a break. With your sleep deprived ass in tow, you logged into the chatroom wanting to tell everyone you’re free now so maybe you guys could hang. 

[you entered the chatroom]

you: helllooooooo

Jaehee Kang: Good evening. 

Jumin Han: It’s a beautiful evening. Tonight, Elizabeth the 3rd looks beautiful as well.

ZEN: -.- dude

you: I’m sleeeepy. I really need to sleep. I’ve only been getting five hours of sleep every night for the past two weeks. 

ZEN: That’s no good! You have to sleep properly or it’ll damage your skin!!

Jaehee Kang: I agree.

you: boooo. hypocrites. 

you: Anyways, I wanted to ask if you guys wanted to hang out sometime. I finished my exams and stuff and

you: I

you: AM

you: FREE

707: fffFREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

707: Hold on! I think someone is coming

ZEN: There’s no way someone’s going to log in just because you said so. 

[Yoosung★ has entered the chatroom]

Yoosung★: guuuuyssss qAq 


Yoosung★: i think i’m going to fail my exam


Yoosung★: what?

you: o shit whaddup

ZEN: you sound like Seven

Jumin Han: ?

Jumin Han: Is that a new greeting?

Jaehee Kang: Luciel, did you teach her that?

707: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

707: I didn’t know you memed (☞ ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)

you: o shoot farewell

[you left the chatroom]

You logged out of the chatroom in panic. Yes, you’re a casual memer but you didn’t want to weird RFA out with your hobby so you kept your memes to yourself. Being sleep deprived made you kinda forget you were with RFA and your inner meme came bursting out. You threw yourself onto your bed and rolled around in frustration. 

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Imagine you own a flower shop and you always bring flowers to Happy’s mother, and Happy repays you with dinner (Part 1) (Part 2) (Last Part)

Imagine being Chibs’ daughter and you have a serious thing for Happy. (Part 1) (Last Part)

Imagine Happy getting you a puppy.

Imagine being Happy’s daughter and being a grifter like Sophie from Leverage.

Imagine being Happy’s Old Lady and your daughter from a previous relationship calls him daddy for the first time.

Imagine being SAMCRO‘S Sweetheart and they think you’re really dainty until you beat a crow up for running her mouth.

You embarrass yourself in the elevator in front of Happy. (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Imagine your dad, Happy, teaching you how to drive.

Imagine you’re Happy’s Old Lady, and you two see who can last the longest without sex.

Happy Imagine Based on the song Nothing Without Her by Nelly.

Imagine meeting Happy on the side of the road. (Part 1)    (Part 2)

Imagine Happy finding you self-harming. *TRIGGER WARNING*

Imagine you get stood up for your prom and slow dance with Happy.

Imagine Phone Sex with Happy.

Imagine a crow flirts with Happy.

Imagine Meeting Happy in the Hospital While Waiting For Your Appointment


Having a daughter from a previous relationship and she calls Juice dad for the first time.

Imagine your daughter’s want to hear a story about how you met their fatherm Juicem for the first time. *After Juice Dies*

Juice seducing you while you’re playing video games.

Imagine you are Juice’s Old Lady, the daughter of Gemma and you find out they are all dead.

Imagine you give Juice a pair of your panties for a run.

Imagine you go with Juice when he tells the club what he did and then you all beat up Potter and Roosevelt.


Imagine Tig finding out you haven’t been enjoying sex anymore and he finds a way to spark things back up.

Imagine being childhood friends with Chibs and Tig instantly takes a liking to you for your fierceness. 

Imagine Tig accidentally hurts his Old Lady during sex.

Imagine the guys met you during a charity event where you  helps troubled youths, and Tig falls for you.

Imagine you‘re Tig‘s girlfriend and all of the guys go to see you fight.

Imagine dating the son of a Mayan and you’re the daughter of a SON.


Imagine you’re Jax and Tara’s daughter and they find out you have been sneaking out to see your boyfriend that they didn’t know you have.

Jax Smut

Imagine being Jax’s daughter and he finds out you’ve been drinking.

Imagine you dress up, just because you wanted to, and Jax yells at the prospects for flirting with you.

Jax Imagine based on the song I Know You by Skylar Grey.

You’re Jax’s unwanted daughter and the club treats you bad but after a shooting at school they see their mistake.

Imagine being Jax’s unwanted daughter, and there being a shot out but instead of living you die. That’s when everyone realizes their mistakes.

Imagine being Jax and Tara’s daughter and afraid to tell them that you’re pregnant so you go to Gemma for advice.

 Imagine being Jax’s daughter but never knowing since he passed before you were born, but you find out and confront your mom. (Part 1) (Part 2)  (Part 3)

Imagine beating up a crow, and when you go home you show Jax just who he belongs to.

Imagine being Jax’s 6 month pregnant Old Lady and getting kidnapped.

Imagine being mute and saying I love you to Jax on your wedding day.


Imagine being Otto’s daughter and you run back to Charming for safety were Kozik becomes very protective of you.

Imagine your Happy’s little sister and you have feelings for Kozik but your brother doesn’t approve, until he shows he can protect you.

Imagine you are Jax’s daughter and Tig’s god daughter and they catch you having sex with Kozik.

Imagine you catch Kozik’s attention because of your Chevy Nova and you two fall in love.

Imagine Birthing Class with Kozik.

Imagine being Bobby’s daughter and falling in love with Kozik.


Imagine based on the song Wanted by Hunter Hayes for Chibs.

Having a breakdown and Chibs letting you take your time to talk to him, then you both say ‘I love you’ for the first time. *TRIGGER WARNING*

Imagine shower sex with Chibs.

Imagine after things settle in Charming your Old Man, Chibs, takes you to Ireland and Scotland to see where he grew up.

Chibs feeling Insecure but you reassure him.

Suprising Chibs by getting a tattoo of his name.

You’re Chibs’ daughter and in an abusive relationship, everyone finds out and the guys have a ‘chat’ with your boyfriend.

Imagine having sex with Chibs using strawberries and whip cream.

Imagine being Chibs’ daughter who knows Gaelic and the others get mad because they don’t understand.

Imagine getting locked up and Chibs is always visiting, and writing you.

Chibs Imagine based on the song She Rides by Danzig.

Imagine getting pregnant after a one night stand with Chibs and you see him years later.


Imagine your first dance with Opie on your wedding.

Imagine Opie taking care of you when you’re sick.


Imagine Bobby bringing you to your first SAMCRO party and a hangaround bothers you because he doesn’t believe that you could be with Bobby.


Imagine spending a day with Half-Sack at the beach.

Imagine asking Half-Sack to tie you up during sex, but he is still super sweet.


You’re always nice to them but the guys forget your birthday and you snap, then they realize their mistake.

You’re a friend of the club and have a rude step father and the club sees the way he treats you.

Imagine having a girl’s day with Gemma and you see her hit Cherry in the face with the skateboard.

Imagine the guys only listen to rock ‘n’ roll but you introduce them to some N.W.A.

Imagine baking and the guys keep trying to steal everything.

Imagine you and your friend find a box of puppies, then the guys each pick out their own.

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anonymous asked:

My mom said she's going to end all support for me in two years when im 18 and I'm honestly scared I don't know what to do and whats to come for the future. I just want to go to college but that seems so impossible now

Hey! These situations make me feel so sad, I don’t feel a parents responsibility should be cut off just because their child turns 18 :-( I understand that a level of independence should be expected but it isn’t always possible for fund yourself at 18. I’m 20 and still live at home because I couldn’t afford to move out. To make light of a bad situation, at least you have an idea that is a prospect of the future. You’ve now got 2 years to try and figure some things out. I’ve not gone through this situation, so would definitely appreciate hearing from followers who have. Please leave a comment or message me if you want to be anonymous! 

This post gives a bit of an insight into the process of moving out and what you should consider. I can definitely understand why you’d see college as impossible but there are always ways to get where you want! I think it would be extremely beneficial to start considering your college applications. You don’t have to be set on a place or particular degree but gaining a bit of an understanding will come in handy later. Universities and community colleges have a range of prices so it is worth looking into those options. If your school has a guidance counsellor, I would also recommend chatting with them. You don’t have to reveal anything if you don’t want to but can get a bit of information on your options. You should also ask and search for scholarships, grants and other finance options. I remember reading somewhere that there are lots of different scholarships which don’t end up being used because people don’t find them. Your guidance counsellor should be able to find them!

Another thing to briefly mention is if you decided to take a year or two off to work after high school to fund college, that is a fantastic idea. There are no rules on entering university later so definitely think about that. It might also be worth looking into getting a flexible part time or casual job now. That way you will be building up some savings for when you turn 18. As a side note, I was told about an app Givling which helps students pay back their loans through a game app. You can read about it here. I’m so sorry to hear about this situation you might find yourself in. If there is anything I can do to help, don’t hesitate to message. I wish you all the best xxx

Edit: This message came through after I posted your ask! Worth a read :-)

spaceflowerprincess  asked:

If you have time could you please continue the pregnant obiwan series where there could be three fathers(Ani bail and Quigon) Was Quigon ever told?

“Okay, I just need to tell him…I just…Qui-Gon I’m pregnant and there’s a one to three chance you’re the dad.” Obi-Wan paced back and forth in his quarters, rubbing the slight swell of his stomach, frowning to himself. “What’s the worst he could do?”

Oh that was a bad question.

The worst Qui-Gon could do was never speak to him again. The worst the other could do was deny he ever felt anything for Obi-Wan…

Terrible terrible question.

Obi-Wan sighed then picked up his robe, putting it on and making sure his hair was okay before he left his quarters to go find Qui-Gon, wondering if they were dining out or staying in the temple.

“Obi-Wan!” A cheerful voice called out and the copper haired Jedi turned quickly and smiled at his former padawan when Anakin rushed over to see him. “Anakin, this is a surprise, did you need something?”

“Not really, I just wanted to see how you were.” The knight glanced at his stomach then smiled warmly at Obi-Wan.

“As good as can be. I’m on my way to have dinner with Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan shrugged, pretending not to see Anakin’s eyes darken a bit before the blond lit up again.

“Well, perhaps you’d like to have dinner with me tomorrow then?”

“I…” Obi-Wan hesitated, glancing away before back at Anakin. “You know what we did was…”

“Spur of the moment, I know Obi-Wan, but…I just…well I’d like to spend some time together, please?” The other begged quietly. Obi-Wan pursed his lips, thinking. If Anakin was the father, he deserved to be in the child’s life. If not, then Anakin was still his former padawan.

“Well, alright. But just for dinner for old times sake Anakin.” Obi-Wan nodded then yelped when the other hugged him, tightly with his arms locked around Obi-Wan’s form. “Anakin!”

“Sorry, sorry!” The blond pulled back with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just…I’m grateful, that’s all.” He glanced down Obi-Wan’s form again, remembering the feel of Obi-Wan’s swelled stomach against him. Force, that might be his baby?

Obi-Wan snorted but was smiling slightly as he shook his head. “Tomorrow Anakin.” He stepped around the blond and continued onwards to Qui-Gon’s quarters. ‘Honestly, that man.’ He shook his head again as he rang Qui-Gon’s door bell.

It opened after a few moments and the older man smiled down at him, happily gesturing him into the rooms, the quarters already smelled of delicious food and Obi-Wan’s stomach gave a happy grumble. “So eating in your quarters then?”

“Yes, you’re a bit early, I made baked Iro.” Qui-Gon chuckled and gestured for the other to sit.

“I’d apologize but it smells nice.” Obi-Wan settled down on the couch, amused. “Still haven’t replaced the kitchen table?”

“Haven’t had time. Beside, its nice to eat on the couch.”

Obi-Wan laughed quietly, wrapping his robe around him as he settled down in the corner of the couch, watching the other man. There was something so familiar about being in the quarters, waiting on Qui-Gon to serve up dinner.

Unconsciously his shoulders slowly relaxed and he smiled while rubbing his stomach slowly.

They settled into an easy and familiar routine, chatting about what had been going on until the food was ready and they settled quietly in to eat, shoulders lightly brushing.

All things pleasant has to end eventually though.

And it did with Qui-Gon’s question. “So, you wanted to talk to me about something?”

“I…yes.” Obi-Wan rubbed the back of his neck nervously, taking deep breath. “I…don’t know if you remember what we did after the battle of Uma?”

“Obi-Wan…” Qui-Gon chuckled and Obi-Wan flustered darkly.

“I know, I know, I just…we didn’t use protection.” Now it was Qui-Gon’s time to blink and then he seemed to narrow in, kneeling in front of Obi-Wan and resting two large hands on his stomach. “…Yeah.”

“Oh.” Qui-Gon rubbed lightly, staring at the little swell he could feel before he firmly tugged on the others belt, uncinching it so he could undo the outer tunic and see the little swell through the inner tunic. “…Obi-Wan.”

“The thing is, there’s a one in three chance you’re the dad with the time frame.” Qui-Gon glanced up at him at that, looking like he wanted to say something before he nodded, still gently caressing the swell of his stomach. “And I don’t know for sure who’s it is.”

“How far along are you?” Qui-Gon questioned quietly.

“Thirteen weeks. I’ve known since week nine. It didn’t feel right to inform you over a holo.” The other tried to read the older man but wasn’t sure what Qui-Gon was thinking or feeling.

“On one hand I want to sweep you up and kiss you. On the other hand I’m not sure what I’m feeling.”

“I can understand that.”

“May I…have a few days to put my mind together?” Obi-Wan nodded, feeling how the gentle hand continued its slow petting, he didn’t think it would be a bad conclusion in the end.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“I…please. I want to meditate and…” Qui-Gon glanced down at the stomach and gave it one last caress before pulling back. “You’re very distracting.” He smiled slowly at him.

“You’ll tell me when you’re ready to talk again.” Obi-Wan stood, fastening his tunic again before hesitating. Qui-Gon stood and caressed the others cheek gently. “Of course.” He stepped back and watched the younger man leave, collapsing down on his couch once Obi-Wan was gone.


Photos & Time

Mass Effect Relationships prompt Day 2: Pictures of You

A/N - I was going to write a brand new drabble for today, but it’s midnight and I’m tired. So instead I’m going to post a snippet from my Jane & James fic ‘Say Something’ which is set post-ME3 when they finally get together. It’s all about photos. Art is by hazumonster and duckydrawsart, and represents the photo of James that Jane keeps, and the Fornax poster of her that he has. Lol.

Say Something - Photos & Time


The thought of him sent a dizzying rush through her body.

After all these months of running from the very thought of him, of denying her feelings and desperately trying to convince herself that she didn’t love him, it was such a release to just … let go. To let go of everything she’d kept bottled up so tightly and for so long. She’d had so many feelings for him that she hadn’t even known how to deal with them, and after the war and her injuries she’d assumed things would never happen.

And now … here they were.

Jane smiled and brushed her hair behind her ears as she pulled on a black strapless sundress, simple underwear and added some knee high leather boots that would be suitable for a long walk. The thought of strolling hand in hand with James and showing him her home caused a flurry of happiness to fizz through her veins, and she smiled to herself as she drifted through the kitchen door.

The sight of James padding back and forth barefoot in her kitchen and working over the stove brought yet another smile to her face, and Jane paused for a moment to watch him. She sidled up, slid an arm around his waist, and leaned against him as he cooked; she’d missed him. He deftly flipped some bacon in the pan, decided it was crispy enough, and then dished it up; adding fresh slices of toast and some of his famous eggs – though Jane suspected he’d improvised with her meager provisions.

He’d already poured them glasses of juice and he nodded towards her coffee machine which was burbling away. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted, but I was starving so I made us a bit of everything. Some protein and carbs.” James steered her towards the breakfast bar, pulled out a stool and pushed her down, dropping a kiss on her cheek. “Figured we should keep our energy up.”

“Well, we worked up quite an appetite.” Jane inhaled the delicious aroma of bacon and eggs. “Thank you for this.”

“My pleasure, Lola.” James rolled the ‘l’ in her nickname, and the warmth in his tone sent another flutter of butterflies through her.

God, she’d forgotten how wonderful he made her feel.

They tucked into their breakfast with gusto, chatting about what they’d missed out on in each other’s lives in the past few months. She told him about her recovery, finding the house, and her debate about accepting the rank of Admiral and accepting a position on the Defence Committee in Vancouver. James told her about his accelerated N-School training and his upcoming graduation, as well as his promotion to the rank of Captain and command of the Normandy. It felt good to sit and chat with him again after avoiding him for so long, especially now that there was nothing between them anymore.

No more might haves or could haves, no burning sexual tension or things they wanted to say and do, but couldn’t.

“I still feel kind of strange being on the Normandy without you,” James admitted after a time, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “I mean, the cabin still has your model ships up there and everything.”

Jane chased some bacon around her plate and smiled. “You’re the captain now, get used to it.”

“I know, but the Normandy was your ship. I think in some ways she always will be.”

“No, she’s yours now.” She put her fork down and stretched until her shoulders cracked. “Though if you want to return my model ships, I’m not going to complain. I don’t suppose my fish are still there? Or my hamster, Franklin?”

James laughed and pulled her into a hug. “I’m afraid your fish all died and your hamster passed away too, though he lived a long time for a space hamster. But my husk head is still alive.”

Jane rolled her eyes as she remembered the horrible shrieking head; she’d only tolerated it in her room because of James’ genuine delight in it. He was still grinning at her when she looked at up at him and she narrowed her eyes, shifting in her seat as she sensed he was amused by something.

“What is it?” she prompted him. “I know that smile.”

“You also left a photo by your bed.” His smile widened and Jane’s face flamed as heat rushed to her cheeks.

Oh God! She’d kept a photo of James by her bed on a whim! She’d forgotten about that photo - but of course he was the captain of the Normandy now, and he could have gone through everything in her room when he’d moved up there. Which meant he’d seen the photo and who knows what else! He’d probably suspected she’d had a crush on him all along; no wonder he’d kissed her when the Normandy had reached Earth.

“It was a cute photo,” she said lightly, trying and failing to keep a straight face as her cheeks continued to burn. “Does that mean you don’t keep any pictures of me?”

“Pictures of you?” he tilted her face up so she’d meet his eyes which were dancing with amusement, “Okay, Lola, you got me; I keep a photo of you too. A cute little photo of the two of us from your party on the Citadel. I also have the issue of Fornax with your tasteful pinup photoshoot in the N7 lingerie – it’s very, very sexy.” James slid an arm around her shoulders and his voice dropped an octave. “I have to admit; I like that you kept a photo of me.”

He leaned down and kissed her, his hands sliding down her shoulders and soothing away her embarrassment. Jane happily linked her armed around his neck; James tasted like bacon and coffee, and early mornings. It was a warm and happy kiss. The kind of kiss she’d always thought about sharing with him. When they pulled apart she was a little breathless and grinned stupidly up at him, somewhat appeased to see the same silly smile on his face.

“I really love you, you know,” James told her as he traced her face. “I don’t want this day to end.”

Jane stood up and gave him another quick kiss. “Yeah, but after today comes tomorrow and the day after and the day after that!”

“You might get sick of me,” he pointed out, helping her collect their dirty dishes and transporting them to the dishwasher. “You might wake up tomorrow and decide, 'yeah, that was fun. But I’d rather be alone again.’”

She raised an eyebrow shook her head. “Fat chance of that. Do you have any idea how miserable I was?”

“As miserable as me?” James caught her hand and tugged her towards him, his brown eyes serious as they searched hers. “I mean it Janey; I don’t want to scare you off again.”


It was the second time today he’d called her that instead of Lola; she liked it. Jane closed the gap between them and snuggled up close.

“You’re not going to scare me off again,” she told him. “I love you too much.”

sarah’s (not very) concise and (probably not so) comprehensive tips on moving to uni as a fresher

guys. i’ve just started my sixth year of uni and have been to two different unis now so i’ve now got a small collection of tips and tricks and bits of advice that i keep in mind whenever i move to a new place (seriously, i’m now in my sixth bedroom/flat in as many years…)

if you have any more tips, please add them to this post!!!!

  1. it’s ok to feel sad - when my mum dropped me off for the very first time i cried a lot and she cried a lot, and that was ok. it’s not a bad sign or a sign you made the wrong choice or anything like that - it’s just that everything is new and slightly scary and you probably don’t know anybody, you may even be very very far away from home. let yourself feel sad but know that it shouldn’t last forever and if it does, find somebody like a hall warden or a tutor to talk to about it.
  2. it’s ok to feel disappointed - 9 times out of 10, your halls bedroom will not look as nice as the ones in the photos, your building may not seem as slick and clean as on the tours. i know it can be so disheartening to travel all the way to uni, to find that your room is half the size of what you expected, or the furniture is a bit more rickety or whatever. you’ll get used to it, just make it your own - once again, you probably haven’t made the wrong decision, it’s just that those accommodation catalogues are designed to sell things to you, and they probably work. after a while these things will become quirks and memorable things about your home.
  3. the first thing i always do is make my bed. it instantly makes your room feel more like YOUR bedroom, your space - and if you get distracted making new friends or exploring your uni, when you get back to your room you’ll be able to get straight into a freshly made bed rather than having to make it when you’re tired and just want to sleep.
  4. then, figure out how the internet works - and not just because the best way to unpack is with a movie on in the background. let’s say you go out for the evening but you feel kinda homesick and you just want to curl up in bed - if your laptop is already connected to the internet then you can go straight ahead and chat to friends/family, watch a comforting film or TV series, plan the next day, without having to faff about trying to sign up for whatever internet plan your halls uses (i still absolutely loathe eduroam after all these years)
  5. bring things that make you feel at home, not just the typical photos or posters - i brought a batch of my favourite cookies my mum makes, and bought the exact same hot drinks as we had at home, a cushion that sat on my bed at home. these little things that you’d notice if they were different at home
  6. i like to get all my unpacking done asap but sometimes asap means the next day if theres an event going on where you can meet new friends! 
  7. introduce yourself to your neighbours. even just a quick “hi there, my name is ___ and i’m studying ___” - i completely understand that socialising can feel so pressurised whenever people say oh the people you’ll meet at uni will be your friends for life, but seriously if you know and can recognise your neighbours, even if you’re not best friends with them, it’ll help a lot, especially if you’ve forgotten to buy teabags or you need a tampon or if you haven’t managed to figure out the internet yet. i ended up living with my neighbour from first year and we’re still friends today, but i probably wouldn’t have ended up being friends with her if we weren’t neighbours because we’re very different!
  8. attend halls events - on my first day of first year my halls had a big barbecue and then there was a halls themed night out - as somebody with anxiety problems who’s not a massive fan of nights out i know how tempting it can be to hide away and stay in your room, but you don’t have to be the worlds biggest socialite and you don’t have to introduce yourself to every single person in the halls if you’re not that kind of person (more props to you if you are though!), but it’s a great opportunity to perhaps meet other people on your course who you can walk to lectures with or people you can sit with at meal times, and slowly but surely you will find that core group of friends.
  9. don’t be afraid to ask people’s names again - you can’t be expected to remember everybody’s names immediately, and chances are they’ll have forgotten your name too! for the longest time i had the names of two of my closest friends switched around mistakenly aha
  10. things i’m either very glad i moved to uni with or ended up needing very soon after moving and so had to buy - plate/bowl/cutlery - no brainer if you’re self catered but also if you’re in catered halls! (i’d end up missing a set meal time or wanting a midnight bowl of cereal or something), lamp (lots of places don’t allow fairy lights but its nice to have lower lighting than the room light and sometimes the desk lamps aren’t great), radiator clothes dryer - one of those ones you hang off the radiator (i would always use the laundry room tumble dryer but we all have stuff that can be tumble dried, and you don’t want to hang your bras off your desk chair whilst you’re sitting in it!), room freshener spray, spare rolls of toilet paper (although our communal bathrooms were stocked with toilet paper they’d constantly run out over the weekend!), fiction books, tupperware (storing leftovers from takeaways/sneaking food out of the dining hall), nail clippers, plasters, painkillers, lemsip, magnified mirror.
BRIAND the master tracer

ok so as i’ve mentioned, queueing with @quadrainbow (who is in GM) means we tend to end up in lobbies with players who are in mid diamond at the lowest, and a nice sprinkling of top 500

on hanamura attack there was someone on the enemy team, slade, who was in top 500, which was all well and good, but that’s not who i want to talk about. there was a person playing tracer:

and this guy’s not bad. one of their most played heroes is tracer, they’re in mid master, they can play tracer. they did some serious backline harassment. spawn camping. y’know, typical tracer stuff.

we had a passable team comp with the classic 3 dps of both shimadas plus widowmaker. i was lucio, jing was mercy, octy was rein.

quad was playing hanzo.

and i’m not really keeping up with what’s happening on his end. we’re mostly coordinating our pushes, frags, and complaining about the tracer. but at the end of the game, after we cap to victory and are watching quad’s potg,

the enemy tracer gets fucking pissed

and, yeah, we poked a fuckton of fun at them for their comments. even if that was all i had to report, i’d still make this post, because anyone getting salty at a hanzo in this mmr has got to be fucking delusional. people can aim! that’s just a thing they can do, man.

but it gets better, because after a long queue, we end up on route 66 defence and guess who was there to round out our fucking 5stack?

so the tracer proceeds to complain for the entirety of pregame; apparently they’d faced the enemy stack earlier. the enemy stack, according to tracer, has a mccree (who pissed them off) because he just. doesn’t miss.

a quick look at their ranks, and yeah, that checks out, because there is indeed a mccree (read: hitscan) main on the enemy team in top 500 and i’m thinking that probably relates to his good aim? and even if it’s not him, there’s another guy who mains genji who’s in GM, so how about that.

you look at this and you think, ok, that’s not so bad, because they don’t even have a tank. they didn’t need a fucking tank. you don’t need a fucking tank if all of your hitscan players land every headshot. the best tank is a good offence.

the killfeed was just filled with headshot kills on our team it was so awful. i really wanted to switch off of but it was one of those ‘what the fuck can we do against 3 good snipers’ games. would they feel the same if they were queueing into a bronze match? is it satisfying to be god, smiting the tiny ants beneath you with a magnifying glass?

and this guy. this guy, brian, brian the tracer player in master, continues to complain throughout the game as they push us into last, and says some very rude things in chat after he lands a frag or two. it sucked, though. it sucked a lot. it didn’t suck in the way 6 dps games do, it sucked because it felt like there was very little we could do to counter.

except we still won because i dropped a triple nuke and, miraculously, we managed to hold it together for the last half-fight because they had 6 squishies

as funny as it would be to meet that guy again, i never want to experience this same terror in a future game

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader : Sticks and Stones.

Notes: I’ve finally finished this one. I had pieces of story written all over my phone and finally pieced them together resulting in this.

Summary: The reader is being bullied at work. She tries to hide it from her friend Lucifer but how long can she hide it before she breaks?

Word Count: 3216

Trigger Warnings: Bullying.


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