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Co Workers (Part Twenty)

A/N: Holy crap you guys. I never imagined this story reaching 20 parts. (It’s not over yet don’t worry) Though I have to say, I’ve planned out the rest of the story already. There will be 5 parts left. Just a heads up, so that you know, you can start preparing yourself, I know I already feel sad about it. But you guys are the reason it’s made it this far. And I have a new series in the making. So, yeah <3

Also, sorry this one’s a bit shorter than usual. I wanted to get in another fluff chapter before the last 5 parts, I also had writer’s block all weekend, so there’s that.

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral (female receiving) language (though that kind of goes hand in hand with smut)

Word Count: 1.7k


Originally posted by princesscas

When you’d gotten relaxed enough, you turned around in his arms, scooting your back up to his chest. He rested his head right behind yours so that you could comfortably fall asleep.

“Y/N?” he asked just before you drifted off.


Marry me.

You’re heart stopped. Did he just ask you to marry him while you were falling asleep? So what if he did? Still feeling sleep trying take you over, you gave the best answer that you could.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Misha.” You mumbled.

You could practically feel him smiling as his hold on you tightened, and he leaned up and placed as kiss on your neck. You snuggled into him even closer before falling asleep.


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what she says: i’m fine
what she means: sirius black was never allowed by his family to be himself as a kid , he never got to be free, sirius spent years fighting evil, first at home and then in war, before he was imprisoned for a crime he stood on the other side off and he was labeled as one of them even though all he ever wanted was to not be one of them. sirius spent 12 years imprisoned and alone knowing two of his best friends were murdered by his other best friend who turns out not to love him as much as he loved him. all this while his last best friend, the only person he had left, thought he, sirius, had killed their three best friends. sirius lost all the people he loved in one night and was left alone for 12 years thinking about this. sirius got so skinny he could slip through the bars of his cell. sirius looked after his best friends son even while he thought sirius was a murderer and the reason his parents, sirius´ best friends, were dead. sirius later finally got his godson and one of his best friends back but the rest of the world still thought he was a vicious madman and he again had to be imprisoned but this time in his old family home that he ran away from when he was only 16 and he was again reminded of how he never fit in. sirius got little glimpses of happiness before he was killed by his cousin at only 36 years old and during those 36 years sirius black never experienced what it was like to truly be a free man

Who posted this photo?

While I rewatched some episodes and saw the ending again, I began to wonder about this photo, what it’s about and why it’s there in-between all the selfies because it’s clearly different from the rest.

Let’s get over all the pictures in the ending first. We’ve got a picture of Chris, Michele and Sara, Phichit, JJ, then this one, Seung, Otabek, Guang-Hong, Yurio, Victor, Victor again, Yurio again, and a photo of Yuuri and Victor posted by the triplets.

Three things I noticed about the photos in the ending:

  • They were all posted by the skaters themselves, except for the last one of Yuuri and Victor that the triplets posted.
  • There is only one picture of each skater, except for Yurio and Victor but they are the main characters.
  • Yuuri didn’t post anything even though he is one of the main characters.

So, if we assume this photo is from one of the skaters who hasn’t posted any of the other photos, we’re left with:

Emil, Georgi, Leo, Minami and Yuuri (he’s in Victor’s and the triplets’ photos but he didn’t post anything himself)

It shouldn’t be Minami or Leo because whoever posted this was drinking alcohol. Legal drinking age in Japan is 20 and in the US it’s 21. So they both are too young to drink.

That leaves Emil, Georgi and Yuuri. So, next clue:

This doesn’t even come close to anyone’s name. If this photo was really posted by one of the skaters, why this weird username and not their own name? Emil is a very energetic and open person so I guess he would rather post selfies and use his real name, and I also don’t see a reason why Georgi wouldn’t just use his name to post stuff.

My idea: It’s a long shot, but what if PABarthezzz is Yuuri? While we saw him using social media time and time again, there was never a moment where we saw his username or a moment he posted something himself. And we know that he was socially awkward and had problems making friends. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched that he got an account with a fake name because the anonymity of the internet can help you with expressing yourself and getting in contact with others.

Edit after episode 11: Some of you had the idea that it could be Minako and it would have made some sense because of the alcohol in the photo and the word ‘bar’ in the username. It was a good guess but it’s not Minako either. We can see it here:

It’s been a year already…

Not a lot has changed, it still hurts to reminded. I think the only thing that has changed about me is that i don’t cry about it anymore, just feel numb, the tears ran out. Yesterday we could still say he was alive this time last year, however this isn’t the case anymore. When I first heard the news I was about to head into my first GCSE exam, I broke down in tears. This was a person who I admired, who I wished to meet one day, gone. Because of cancer… I’ve lost so many people who I care about to cancer, and this just added to the list. My friends comforted me and helped me through that pain, even though it never truly left, they helped me smile again.

Alan work has changed many peoples lives, he was and is peoples inspirations: Matthew lewis said “Alan Rickman told me to do a play, and I did, you can’t say no to Alan Rickman”. 

Daniel Radcliffe said “He would always be at theatre plays I did, it made me feel so proud”.

Tom Felton said “He was amazing to work with, so intimidating, it took me year to work up the courage just to say, Good morning Alan”.

Evanna Lynch said “He gave me the loveliest acting advice I’ve ever gotten, ‘People think that they’re watching this’ he said waving his hand in front of his face, 'but really they’re watching this’ and he pounded his fist on his heart centre.”

Rupert Grint said “I feel so privileged to have had the opportunity to work with him on numerous occasions – Even though he has gone – I will always hear his voice”.

Ralph Fiennes said “His spirit and great generosity live on the hearts of everyone who knew him – and of course in his brilliant work. A unique Actor – Funny, acutely perceptive, extraordinarily loyal and giving – Alan cared”.

Emma Thompson said “I couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do with his face next. I consider myself hugely privileged to have worked with him so many times and to have been directed by him.
He was the ultimate ally. In life, art and politics. I trusted him absolutely”.

Thank you Alan Rickman, you won’t be forgotten… RIP

So, last night I rewatched The Way He Looks (Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho), and of the million and one reasons why everyone should watch this movie, here are a few:

This is Gabriel (left) and Leo (right)

  • It’s on netflix, which most of you probably have, so it’s accessible
  • How many queer stories are there that feature a protagonist with a disability? Not many, but this one does! Leo is blind, he’s the main character, and I feel they handled his disability well (this is coming from a non-disabled person, though, so feel free to disagree)
  • It’s a pretty stereotypical indie teen romance movie, but the queer aspect already makes it 100x more interesting
  • a realistic parent-child relationship, with bonus awesome grandma
  • there’s no “omg, am I gay???” freak out. In fact, both characters are pretty much 100% ok with being into each other, and they’re main worry is “i don’t know if they like me back, but i know i want to stay friends with them at least, what do i do??” with a tiny sprinkling of jealousy, cause, well, stereotypical teen romance
  • a very beautiful and loving girl-boy friendship with lots of casual, platonic intimacy
  • there’s nothing super angsty?? like, no death or super homophobic parents/classmates or having to hide that they’re queer. it’s honestly such a feel-good movie???
  • what homophobia there is, it comes as teasing and there are never any hints of anything turning violent, and in fact, at one point, when the bully character is teasing Gabriel and Leo for being boyfriends, Leo shows him that they are, in fact, real-life boyfriends, and the bully’s friends start teasing him for trying to make fun of them when they’re actually boyfriends
  • the girl best friend isn’t narratively pushed to the side when the new boy (love interest) comes in. In fact, her (Giovana) and Leo’s friendship is shown to be just as important as Leo and Gabriel’s relationship
  • everything works out and you’re left with a lovely, sweet, happy ending that’s honestly just so nice to see in a young queer romance??? 
  • I really love this movie, and there’s also a short-film!! on youtube that I recommend, too!

Hiruzen had to get the bell test from somewhere right? So I’m willing to bet Tobirama came up with it and can you imagine Tobirama doing this bell test shit with his students. No mercy. He had these kids out here on the brink of death. Shit must have lasted a week. Hashirama probably came out to the field one day like “Tobirama, the parents are wondering where their children are—” 




“Tobirama-sensei, can we take a break? We’re starving.”

And he just looks at them. “Are there still two bells in my hand?”


“Then no. Don’t ask again.”

HE PROBABLY HAD THEM CHASING A CLONE THE ENTIRE TIME WHILE HE WAS AT HOME RELAXING. THESE KIDS ALMOST DIED FROM EXHAUSTION. fucking Tobirama this is why Hiruzen was such a lenient sensei Tobirama put him through hell 


I only JUST beat this guy by the skin of my teeth - I thought it was really unfair having to battle one of the kanto boys as soon as you enter the battle tree area, seeing as you have just slogged through those horribly tough routes beforehand, with no healers. I literally had two conscious Pokemon when I had to choose to battle one!! Using the scant few recovery items I had left (which luckily included some max revives) I just scraped by with my last surviving Poké: Helen the mudsdale, just beating his snorlax whilst on red HP herself

I once asked the stars how they love when they know it’ll end in goodbye, how they can kiss the night, and leave with no words. though I want to leave my loneliness, I’m afraid I’ll have no one else. my smiles have cracks that match where you last left your knuckles. I want to be more than an emotion you sleep on, more than lips you photograph when the sun catches the snow. I want to exist past a label you pour when silence says your heart is too loud, past prayers on the curbside when the only road drives comfort up your spine. darling, I left you on the tip of my tongue to quiet these thoughts whenever you speak a nightmare. tell me why the moon is afraid to get closer to the earth, and I’ll tell you how sadness held me instead of your words. I’ll tell you how my pillow has memorized your name. I’ve been trying to forget this - the fingers curled around every sunrise I write about, the lips talking to every song writing out the ache I’ll always be, the days coming to be in your sigh. I know I said that I would be okay when I should have said it hurts… it hurts - if I wasn’t supposed to love you, why did our hearts meet? I’m sorry baby, you were the sun and moon to me. I’ll never get over you and you’ll never get over me. Those are some of my favorite lyrics, now I’ll cut them short and ask you why the sun always leaves an hour right before we cry, people cry every night– you just can’t see the tears, that’s why pillows exist. I used to believe in always and forever, but the liquor you’ve been drinking tends to blur the lipstick poems left on that mirror– some days look like we’ll make it work, other days I’m almost certain that we won’t. i once asked my cigarettes if they loved me, can just hand me the lung cancer before the next puff. i’m smoking to kill myself or maybe to just kill time, i forgot the when and the why, i do remember the who though– you used to know when i’d be down, a simple text and i’d know, a simple touch and i’m home. our hands remember more than our brains do and that’s the saddest thing about you. i want to hug my depression, because the only one sleeping next to me is usually a bag full of regrets that i never get around to open… when the world wants to break you, that’s all you’ll ever get– so break with me. you used to say that the honey phase is the best– lately we’ve been hanging onto the last drop in every bottle, the cabinet feels sorry for us. you used to do drugs to get high, or did you do drugs to sleep? wait, see i’m confused again, those were things that i did when you looked like you didn’t care– was it how i’ve treated you lately? or was it just too misty outside for you to recognize us? you just wanted an I love you, I just wanted to believe you. like if it really meant something to you, why didn’t you stay? although the poetry has traces of you, you’re just fucking residue and dust. i still miss my heart, you’re still holding it. you’re oblivious to the feelings, so i’m still writing to get over you. they say some people take years to get over, i’m just finally starting to see the truth. you left more blue on my lips than the rain, you left more red in my body than passion– I’m still wondering if we meant anything, some days I just pop another pill in hopes that it’ll give me an answer. You know you’re fucking up your life when you’ve bought over 200 pills the last three months. You know you’re fucking up your body when you cough to wake up instead of waiting for the alarm. You know you’re not okay when you’ve had plenty of sleep and you’re just needing to sleep some more. It’s a stalemate, love is a chessboard– some days we’re just pawns waiting for the right move– we always checkmate ourselves into another reason. Why didn’t you just call me? Was a simple text that hard? Give it to me straight, do you love us at all? Your silence gives me all of the answers. You can say hello to my New Year’s resolutions.
—  The Ate & The Bunso


sorry in advance for the jitteryness of the giffs. 


Joker has found some leftover cheap wine one of his henchmen left during their last stay at this particular hideaway. He heats it to have something warm when company arrives naturally he makes the most of the situation.

…..I don’t think he’ll come too quietly though or maybe escape stupidly fast afterwards,

@camillacollinsfanclub LAMILLA

Actual coherent summary: Lardo/Camilla soulmate au for the soul


Things Larissa Duan knows about her soulmate:

1. Her handwriting is really pretty.
2. Her favourite colour is bright blue.
3. She is really, really forgetful.

The last one she knows because her left forearm is constantly covered in reminders- silly things like, ‘feed Winky’ (Larissa still isn’t sure whether Winky is a dog or a cat, but she knows her soulmate really loves them) or 'don’t forget to pick up coffee for the team’ is written in huge letters on her arm, leading Larissa to think she plays a sport. Tennis, maybe- her soulmate doodles little rackets on her arm when she’s bored.

Come nightfall, though, her soulmate washes all the ink off her arm so she and Larissa can write to each other, talking about everything, from where they work to funny childhood stories. But of course, having a soulmate comes with a catch- you can’t tell your soulmate your name, or where you live, or where to meet them. Fate sucks that way.

Fate really sucks.


Camilla Collins is running late. The first time she left the house, she forgot to brush her hair. Then she forgot to feed Winky, her corgi. Then she forgot her coffee. All in all, this has not been a good morning. Now she has to race to her new job at the art museum down the street. She’d been talking to the manager, Eric Bittle, the night before, and she was excited to meet the coworkers he’d been talking about. During that conversation, she’d said she’d be early.

What a lie that had been.

She rushed to the front steps, racing up them without noticing someone was going down them at the same speed.

The crash was spectacular, art supplies that the girl had been holding go flying, the girl’s hat gets pulled off her head, and Camilla’s coffee spills- all over the girls sweater.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry!” Camilla says, taking napkins from her purse to dab at the red sweater the girl is wearing.

The girl grabs Camilla’s hands to stop her. “It’s fine. It’s kind of warm out anyways.” She pulls the sweater over her head and stuffs it into her bag. She picks up the few art supplies she’d dropped and sticks out her hand.

“I’m Larissa, but my friends call me Lardo. And you are?”

Camilla stares.

She stares at the note written on Larissa’s left arm. 'Take Winky for a walk today’, written in bright. blue. ink.

“Your soulmate. I’m your soulmate I’m your soulmate!” She takes Larissa’s hand and shakes it hard.

“What? Really? Awesome. So what’s your name, soulmate?”

“My name is Camilla. Camilla Collins. How are you so…chill about this?”

“Well. I’m not. But, my mother always told me to make a good first impression. So, soulmates. How do you- oh, that’s a stupid question, you saw the writing on my arm. Okay, different question. Do you want to get coffee? There’s a good place down the block, if you want to go?”

Camilla twiddles with Larissa’s hand, still is hers. Her hand is small, like she is- Camilla practically towers over her.

“I so would, except this is my first day working at the museum, and I’m already late, and I really don’t want to get fired because this job pays well and the staff seems really nice so do you want to get lunch?” She says this all in one breath in the span of four seconds, but Larissa nods like she understands.

“Okay. ” She smiles, bright like the sun. “Do you want to meet at that place I was talking about? I can meet you here at around twelve and we can walk over together if that’s okay with you?”

“Yes. Yes, that sounds so good. I do have to go, though. See you then?” Larissa nods and, seemingly thinking about it a second before doing so, presses her soft lips to Camilla’s cheek. Camilla blushes and says goodbye, walking up the steps and looking back every few seconds.

She can’t wait for lunch.


Someone posted up something about Ardyn’s design being different from Kingsglaive compared to the game.

While really, there isn’t that much of a difference.

Ravus on the other hand though..

1. His hair style is quite different looking.
2. He looks like he de-aged a lot from Kingsglaive to the game.
3. He also lost weight around his face, has much sharper features.
4. He doesn’t appear to have heterochromia..

The last one brings up a theory of mines that the purple eye is from the Magitek arm, that side being the side that is hugely infected when he gets turned into a daemon by Ardyn, so he was not born with Heterochromia, that it was an effect left on him by the magitek arm.

The other theory with the heterochromia not being present in Kingsglaive because of how realistic it looked, unless you have two very different colors, you aren’t likely to notice someone has it unless you look at them closely enough (I have it, you literally couldn’t tell with me though unless I was in good lighting).

I dunno if this was ever brought up but this is just my personal theories over the subject.

Kissing Newt Scamander Would Include:

  • He loves to kiss you, But is too nervous to do it, Most of the time.
  • Newt is surprisingly a very good kisser. even a peck leaves you with a lasting feeling and being flustered.
  • Even though he likes longer more passionate kisses more, He could never start them, Afraid he’d mess up or something.
  • He also likes to kiss random parts of you. Hands, Collar, Hip, Etc.
  • Newt is always left with a crimson tint after you two kiss. Even if it’s a small one. Your lips on his is just the best feeling to him. And being that close is pretty new to him.
  • Him almost always asking if he can kiss you.
  • Newt holding your waist and dipping you a bit when kisses get a little more heated.
  • A surprising amount of small kisses throughout the day.

(photo credit Outlander Starz)

In Voyager, we get some insights into the depth of Jamie’s suffering during his separation from Claire. There are sections in The Scottish Prisoner, however, where his pain is palpable. Thoughts of Claire were his constant companions. Even in the midst of his heartache, somehow his love for her sustained him. 

Had it really happened, that memory? Or was it only his desire that now and then brought her so vividly to life, in snatched moments that left him desperate with longing but strangely comforted, as though she had in fact touched him briefly?
—Jamie in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 7

One more step, and then he heard a final murmur, a whisper so strangled that only the acuteness of his attention brought him the words.

“Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.”

He would in that moment have sold his soul to be able to offer comfort. But there was no comfort he could give, and he made his way silently down the stairs, missing the last step in the dark and coming down hard.
—Lord John Gray & Jamie in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 13

It was near twilight, but the place glowed like a king’s treasure, reds and pinks and whites and yellows glimmering in an emerald jungle in the dusk, and the air flooded in upon him, moist and caressing, filled with the scents of flowers and leaves, herbs and vegetables. For an instant, he smelled his wife’s hair among them and gulped air as though he’d been shot in the lung.
—Jamie in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 14

“I was going to recommend that you find a good girl and marry her, but I saw how it is with you; your wife’s still with you.” He spoke in an entirely matter-of-fact tone of voice.

“It wouldn’t be fair on a young woman, were you to marry while that’s the case.
—Father Michael in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 19

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Why do we never speak about the fact that we don't know what happened to Benvolio after Act III. His last fucking line is "This is the truth, or let Benvolio die." and fucking Shakespeare decided that it would be a great idea to let him out of the play and never speak of him again. He DIED in the Q1 and we never are told how, Lord Montague simply says "and young Benvolio is deceased too." Even though in Q2 at the final scene it says "Enter Lord Montague and others" it is never openly said if he entered along with his uncle or not. His two best friends died, one in his arms and the other was his cousin; he was left alone and Shakespeare didn't even bother tell us his fate. Why couldn't he give him the happy ending he deserved? Why didn't anyone listen to him? Why? There would have been way less death that way.

Imagine being Loki’s wife and the beloved Princess of Asgard. One day when Loki wakes up, he tells you that he has a bad feeling that something terrible is going to happen. She convinced him that it was just his nerves about her going off to Vanaheim by herself to handle some royal duties. Later on that day, Frigga comes running to Loki to tell him the horrible news of her passing. An enemy of Loki decided to take away the one thing that meant the most to him and succeeded in his terrible plan. At her funeral, Loki is left alone with his wife. With tears streaming down his face, he kisses her forehead one last time and slips off her wedding ring to put on a necklace. Even though the criminal was executed the day before her funeral, no one could ever fill his empty void that she did. Loki still considers himself married to her, even though by Asgardian laws he is not, and does everything to keep her memory alive.

Extremely overdue fanart for one of my favorite animes of all time.

There is a story that inspired me to FINALLY do this though. So earlier this year at Zenkaikon, I waited almost 2 hours and left the con not being able to meet Vic Mignogna the due to sheer (bad) lottery luck. When I saw he was going to be a GOH at Derpycon last weekend, I hoped to at least TALK to him. Well…after recounting my sad con story and saying thank you/how much I appreciated his work, Vic came around the table to give me a huge heartfelt hug and took my arm saying he hoped this will be the first of many meetings…….I may or may not be still smiling from ear to ear ;; 

Also live action trailer….I can’t wait. Too much excite.

the fact that you can tell chris completely meant it when he said how much he’s enjoyed working with kevin and how great their chemistry is and how the last year has been one of the best of his career because of their relationship just made it all the more brutal and heart-wrenching when kevin inevitably turned on him

they just played that segment absolutely flawlessly, right down to the list - which has been such an important part of their run together - with jericho’s name on it

kudos to both of them for this awesome storyline and making us all care so much about their friendship that now we’re left genuinely stunned and devastated, even though we all knew it was coming. it’s just pro wrestling at its absolute best

this feud is probably going to break me and i’m going to love every moment of it

It’s been a year, and the owls cry from the black treetops of last winter
They try to call you back, divert you from the crash course
But that’s the thing about the past, no matter how loudly you protest
You’ll still watch yourself make the same mistakes, one after the other
Rapid fire, last December, explosions left and right
As long as you’re looking through the hourglass, you’ll see the patterns, the star signs and cartographic beauty that led you down the path of destruction, you’ll feel the same longing you felt in your bones, the way the floor creaked and the cold cradled us in those infinite moments, locked and loaded, the small deaths
And chances are, even as the silent screams chase the tears, even though you know better, even though the calendar pages breathe tragedy, when you recall those reckless evenings, flickering in the dim half-light of memory
All you’ll want is to do it all over again