the middle one for obvious reasons

Promptis Headcanon

So why does Noctis like him so much anyways?

The whole “he doesn’t treat me like a Prince” is obvious, but so many people act that way towards him (Dino, Vyv, Ardyn, Aranea, Ravus, every side quest person ever…) but they don’t get along quite the same. I think it goes beyond mutual interests (like dogs and video games) too. 

One of the reasons why Noctis likes Prompto so much is because he feels like he’s needed around him. Like he’s doing something right

Imagine growing up, the ever incompetent Prince who can’t even clean up his own candy wrappers, and who had little to no interest in politics. He’s catered to his whole life, and disappointed so many people in his life.

Then there’s Prompto, who’s a little needy, clingy and an obvious klutz, and Noctis finds himself on the other end of the spectrum. 

Prompto tumbles and falls in the middle of a link strike: Noctis catches him and flicks his forehead. Tells him to be careful.

Prompto trips and hits the ground while they’re out camping: Noctis bends down, puts the camera away and makes sure he’s alright.

And Prompto thanks him so much throughout the game, when other people are just constantly berating him. Like he needs to focus more, get stronger, make better decisions. But with Prompto, his life seems a little less like it’s falling apart, because for once, he actually feels like he’s in a position to help someone else, and using his own power. For once, Noctis is good enough for someone too. He even caters to him (at least, if you let him) like taking random pictures, heading to the closest hotel when he’s tired, actually heading for the chocobo races, etc.

I mean, Prompto wants to be seaside supermodels? That’s really gay, but if that’s what Prompto wants, then Prompto will get it. Anything for Prompto.

Tldr; the real prince in the relationship is Prompto.

Unsteady - The Yuri Plisetsky Guide to Body Modifications

For my Otayuri Musicians AU, ‘Unsteady’, I’ve decided to make the above picture to show you guys all the things Yuri as at the start of the fic. Most of the placements are different then in the pictures, but the designs are more or less the same ones.

Top row left to right

1 - outside left leg, just like in the picture, though in the story it is described to have both black and white ink and fade out like smoke around the edges reaching until his knee. It’s the first one Yuri ever got. (mentioned and described in chapter 3)

2 - upper middle half of his back. Originally I wanted a tiger head BUT I couldn’t find a cool one so I settled on this lion. It’s a cat so it counts. (mentioned in chapter 3)

3 - inner right foot below the ankle.

Middle row left to right

1 - outside right upper arm. I mean just look at it, I had to take it when I saw it.

2 - right and left ear. (mentioned in chapter 2)

3 - inside right wrist for obvious reasons (mentioned and described chapter 3)

Bottom row left to right

1 - inside left wrist.

2 - outside left upper arm, smaller than in the picture. (mentioned in chapter 3)

3 - right side across his ribs. I needed a tiger, since I didn’t get what I wanted for his back, so I found this one instead. Honestly it’s something even I would consider getting (though I think I liked it a bit more in the fox or wolf design).

And that’s it. Who knows if his collection will grow throughout the story, but I guess eight tattoos is quite the number already. I heard that with tattoos it’s the same thing as with dying your hair - once you start it’s hard to stop. As someone who’s been dying their hair since the age of 14 (honestly I’m surprised I’m not bald at this point), I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s true.

When it comes to Otabek, his skin is ink free at the start of the story, but who knows if Yuri won’t at least try to change that. ;)


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a fragment | (m)

• pairing: kim seokjin x reader, warlock! seokjin
• genre/warnings: supernatural, smut, some type of fluff, angst
• words: 22,361
→ summary: Who’s the mysterious guy that’s just appeared in your life and plagued your dreams? He’s been showing up ever since your “friends” convinced you to do a ouija board in the old, creepy house that looks over your town. Your brain tells you to be afraid of him, but your heart tells you something different… Why aren’t you scared of him? You’re intrigued by the handsome stranger, and you want to get to know him better…even if it proves fatal…or eternal

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In the first one Link’s pointing out that he likes my sweater (for obvious reasons since he has the same one lol), the middle pic was when I was telling them my little story about my BFF @chiasquatch (they’re listening so intently!), and I really wanted us to do something fun. I’m honestly shocked that the photographer took this many!! All those important moments documented forever!! 💖💖💖

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly draw some Bo-Katan in honor of her coming to Star Wars Rebels in season 4?

How about some tiny Kryze sisters, anon?

Just thinking about how growing up in the middle of a bloody civil war made one of them into a pacifist and the other one into a warrior.

Reunion || Archie Andrews

Request: ‘Can you do one where the reader is famous she’s a singer then she moves back to Riverdale she was friends with Archie, Betty, and Jughead and Archie always had a crush on her’ - from Anon

A/N: This took me forever to write because I haven’t written a fic in a bit, and was distracted so i’m sorry if it isn’t the way you had hoped it’d be! The idea was pretty good and I tried to write it well. Enjoy guys, requests are open as well!

Warnings: None

Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are either thoughts, or text messages.

A * symbol means that a flashback is occurring.


Archie, Betty, and Jughead all remembered the day you had told them you were leaving. It was an emotional day, especially being middle schoolers, you all thought it was the last day you’d ever see each other, and it was depressing to say the least.

Although, you were all wrong. Granted it took years but when you got the news that you were going to Riverdale, a ball of anxiety and excitement began to form in the pit of your stomach.

Your mind began to race, ‘do they even remember me? Do they know i’m a singer now?’ were the main two questions that were popping up. You were going to preform in the same town as your childhood friends, and you were sure they’d be there. Riverdale was small, and it took convincing to get a stop there on your tour, a singer from out of town coming there meant everyone would know.

Part of you was excited, to have a chance at seeing your friends again, but part of you was scared. They might have left, forgotten or just moved on, but before you could think any further you were being called again.

Everyone at Riverdale had begun to talk about the concert coming to the small town, especially Betty, Jughead, and Archie. The three had all been excited, and slightly nervous about possibly reuniting with you, a certain redhead had been particularly more nervous, though.

The concert seemed to come up quicker than expected, excitement made time fly and as you sat there on the drive to Riverdale, your true home. Little did you know you were very right about the town knowing about you coming. Almost every single person had gotten tickets, and you also didn’t know that your old friends were coming, and they were more excited than you thought.

Archie was getting lectures about seeing you again from everyone, his dad, Betty, and especially Veronica and Jughead. Everyone had begun to push him to confess when he saw her, although for obvious reasons, the boy was hesitant.

In the middle of yet another rant- this one from both Jughead and Veronica, Archie had decided he had enough and cleared his throat, failing to get their attention, “You only have this chance, she totally remembers us and worst case she leaves and doesn’t come back, or keep in touch with-””Jughead, Veronica, i’ll do it” he said loudly, running his hands over his face, giving in to their reasoning.

Veronica got a devious look, grinning and hitting Jughead’s shoulder excitedly, “He’s gonna do it! Archiekins is gonna confess to his one true love!” was shouted, and Jughead allowed a smile to appear. Archie sighed, “You guys won’t let me back out now, would you?” he questioned, failing to prevent a smile.

Jughead shook his head, Veronica doing the same quickly, “Nope, no way” he mumbled, sitting down next to the redheaded boy and wrapping an arm around his shoulder lazily, “So, we need to sneak you to meet her after. We all know (Y/N) is a pretty big artist, we gotta help you get to her. That is, if she doesn’t come to you first” he said, voice taking on a tone that made Archie rethink his decision.

The next few days had been full of the others planning Archie’s confession, and the ‘reunion’ that they had hoped would happen. Everyone had minor doubts, but nothing seemed to put off the gang of excited teens.

Meanwhile, you had been preparing for the upcoming concert and were stressed out to say the least. The plan was to preform the concert, and afterwords you had been hoping to leave and reunite with your childhood companions.

Turns out those few days would fly by for both you and Archie, before you knew it you were up on the stage, instrument ready as you watched the rather large crowd in front of you. Well, it was large for Riverdale, anyway.

Glancing around, you began to feel disappointment flood you, right before you noticed three very recognizable heads poking out from the crowd. Immediately noticing who the heads at the front row belonged to, you grinned widely as the concert began.

Every second of the concert, Archie was cheering louder than anyone else there, although Jughead and Betty came pretty close. He screamed until his throat went raw, and before he knew it the concert was over and he was being pushed by the gang.

Jughead and the others went to the security guards, pretending to start an argument and distracting them temporarily as Archie ran past, ignoring the shouts behind him as he bumped into the familiar (H/C) haired girl.

Your eyes widened, not only at Archie but at the security guards running frantically after him, Jughead, Betty, and two new faces following. Biting back a laugh, you quickly hugged Archie, “Archie! It’s been so long I didn’t know if you were here- or if you remembered me-””I did- oh boy did I. Look I need to tell you-” he began to speak before the security walked up, grabbing him roughly.

It took about ten minutes for you to get the guards off, quickly deciding to go somewhere else, which ended up being Pop’s. Quickly you got to know the two new people, Veronica who seemed like a pretty nice person, and Kevin who consistently brought up his boyfriend.

People began to leave, first Kevin, then Betty and Veronica, and eventually Jughead left, nudging both you and Archie obnoxiously as he did. Archie rolled his eyes, turning to you, “So I need to tell you something before I decide to bail on it” he said quickly, rubbing his hands together anxiously.

You nodded, eyebrows furrowing, “Yeah, it may have been forever but you can talk to me, I don’t exactly have any other friends despite popular belief” you said, smiling uncertainly.

Archie inhaled deeply, “Well, I like you… a lot- and I have liked you since we were kids. It just kind of got bigger and when I found out you were coming I just had to tell you- you don’t have to feel the same but-” he quickly stopped talking as he felt your lips against his own.

He quickly leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers until they heard a loud bang, separating and glancing at the window next to them, they saw Jughead cheering from the other side, giving Archie a thumbs up and winking at you.

Both you and Archie stepped outside, and the night continued, this time with no interruptions from a beanie wearing friend.

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Day 5: Domestic

There were a lot of reasons why Maggie had been hesitant to enter into a relationship with a woman like Alex Danvers. Her own history at destroying things, for one. Eventually though, they found their place with each other, and Maggie found new reasons to worry. They both led dangerous jobs with a duty to protect, it became obvious after the third apocalyptic event that National City was ground zero for danger. Maggie was sure a bullet or a phaser would end their relationship.

And then they moved in together.

Their things merged more or less seamlessly together, the new bedroom door ensured that there would be fewer opportunities for Little Danvers to barge in on them, and all and all things were going well. At least until Maggie suggested they head out together and stock the kitchen with basics.

She used to chalk it up to long hours at the DEO and the impracticality of expecting leftovers with the Kryptonian garbage disposal always over.

But on this, their first joint trip to the grocery store, Maggie Sawyer discovered the single biggest threat to the length of their relationship, to Alex’s health, was Alex’s diet.

“Danvers, seriously, one family-sized thing of Oreos is enough.”

“Not if Kara comes over.”

“Your sister can buy her own cookies. Here, let’s get some crackers to snack on-”

Which of course meant that Alex grabbed a box of Ritz crackers- Ritz - instead of the seven-grain healthy option Maggie had been pointing to. And when she protested, it led to a seven-minute disagreement over whether Alex could use “I’m a doctor,” as a legitimate nutritional argument.

Every aisle was much the same. Alex would put something into the cart, Maggie would replace it with something healthier, and a tug of war would commence. Sometimes the healthiest options would be on the top shelf, and Alex would pretend she couldn’t hear Maggie’s request to reach it “from way down there” and laughed when Maggie jumped and used a box of Cheerios to knock things down. One time, the argument didn’t end until Maggie literally climbed Alex in the middle of the canned vegetables to reach the can Alex was holding over her head.

Two hours into getting “just the basics” and Maggie was ready to kill Alex herself rather than waiting for the onset of heart disease. Maggie’s cart hadn’t held so much junk since she was 14 and it was the only kind of food her aunt could afford. Kara, at least, had the excuse of alien physiology and a never-ending need for calories. Maggie had no clue how Alex had made it so close to 30 on a diet of takeout and microwavables. Her daily intake of sodium alone could kill a man.

The fight over ice cream nearly came to blows. They had a normal-sized freezer, they did not have room for both actual food and thirteen different flavors of Ben and Jerry’s and one pint of her So Delicious.

“You already got canned vegetables, Sawyer, why do you need frozen ones?”

“Because we need them for different things, Danvers. Jesus are you going to be like this about the fresh stuff too?”

“We’re getting more?”

Obviously, they were getting more. Maggie would get vegetables in Alex’s diet if it killed her.

She took her time, even as Alex whined, picking up every fruit and vegetable and quizzing her girlfriend on names and ripeness. Maggie was pleasantly surprised that Alex even knew what an eggplant was, even if she made a face at the thought of trying it.

“Mom had a healthy eating kick.”

Maggie had attended the last Danvers Family Eating Holiday. Credit where credit was due, Eliza Danvers was a much better cook than her daughters. But she wasn’t exactly generous with the seasonings, so Maggie wasn’t surprised that Alex wasn’t enthusiastic at the thought.

“You’ll love my eggplant lasagna,” Maggie promised.

That promise did require some backtracking into the Natural section of the store, where Maggie could pick up lactose-free cheeses and cheese substitutes. This was probably the one section where Alex behaved, having born unfortunate witness to what happened when Maggie gave into her hunger and ate four-cheese pizza after Kara had accidentally eaten the lactose-free pizza.

Their cart of “basics” totaled nearly $400, and that was after Maggie had put back the “Kara” pile. She stared hard at the disproportionate amount of junk food and vowed she would teach Alex to eat healthier if she had to do it one sexual favor at a time.

Ride or die did not include intentionally developing diabetes.

all life is strange ship prompts

Most of these prompts I’ve basically discarded or they’ve already been written, but I have many prompt ideas so here’s small little ideas for you guys (Sorry, I’m Pricefield trash so there’s a ton of those, but please send me your story so I can read them if you do use one of these ideas please because I like reading new life is strange fanfics):

- “We experimented over wine-tasting sessions as kids, but now we’re adults meeting each other for the first time in five years and oh my god is that sexual tension between us?”
- “I’m terrified of men because of something that happened in the past, and Rachel and Chloe are trying to make me feel comfortable with Warren but I’m slowly realizing that it’s not Warren that my eyes have been focused on.”
- “Warren keeps asking me to the drive-in so I asked my best friend Chloe for advice, so now we’re fake dating but I think I’m really getting used to this idea.”
- “This punk girl keeps on coming to the homeless shelter at the same time each week purchasing a shit ton of water bottles, canned chili, and loaves of bread with money that comes from God-knows-where but holy shit, she’s actually royalty whose parents are trying to keep her name under wraps.”
- “I recited one of my poems at a poetry slam about my childhood best friend, turns out she was there listening to my every word and now I’m humiliated.”
- “I dared Max to kiss me, but her nose started bleeding and I can tell she’s rewinded more than once and she just told me not to pull back because apparently, that’s what’s going to happen.”
- “Max and I are at her Seattle home, and I just discovered a treehouse her Dad built for her. I’m sorry, Ryan, I’m using this opportunity alone with your daughter to try and seduce her.”

- “One of the pieces you played on the violin is something I recognized, and you anonymously (even though I know it was you) slid a tape under the door of that piece on Valentines day.”
- “It started raining on our tea date, so we ran inside the cafe with our clothes dripping wet but wow, Kate, you’re so cute with your hair pulled out of the bun.”
- “Max has been taking photos for the children’s book I’m writing and one of the photos she took was of the sunset with a sweet quote on it and I think I’m blushing.”
- “We decided to skip class, and we went to the park with Alice in the middle of the day and wow, Max’s smile is so beautiful. Am I really thinking this?”
- “After Max saved me off that rooftop, all I’ve been thinking about is how much she’s supported me over the past month and a half she’s known me and according to google, I have a crush on Max.”

- “I’ve been talking to this girl online and turns out, she’s just like me and I’m starting to dig her. Turns out when I meet her, she’s one of the girls I personally resent.”
- “I ended up saving your ass from getting eaten by a crocodile while we’re camping but I still hate you. Okay, so maybe that’s not the case. What’s it to you?”
- “Even though you’re trouble, you still invited me to your celebration banquet after getting one of your photos in your parents gallery and we seem to get along just fine when we genuinely talk to each other. Wait, are you flirting with me now?”
- “We accidentally hooked up in the middle of a party involving a shit ton of alcohol and now I’m trying to figure out how to approach you about it. Turns out, you were pretty sober during the party and you weren’t exactly rejecting my advances.”
- “You were holding my arms while I rewinded to try and erase the argument we just had, but turns out my rewind power doesn’t work on you, and now you’re freaking out asking me what the fuck is going on but at least we’re on good terms now, right? I’m now this God-like person to you, and now you’re scared yet intrigued by me.”

- “So maybe the drive-in didn’t help us progress in our relationship, but we definitely managed to hook up after an experiment gone wrong.”
- “We’re graduating out of Blackwell Academy, and I didn’t expect to blush furiously and freeze onstage when you blew a kiss in my direction.”
- “I’m tutoring you in chemistry since you’re not doing too great in it, turns out there’s only one type of chemistry you’re interested in.”
- “I fell asleep in your dorm room during a movie marathon of Harry Potter, and I woke up to you staring at me affectionately and I’m 95% sure I’m drooling.”
- “You convinced me to head to Comic Con with you, but you’re the only one cosplaying while I’m taking a ton of pictures of your nerdy self. I think this side of you is kind of cute.”

- “I ended up blackmailing Victoria after she pulled some shit on my best friend Max, so now she’s willing to do anything I say. And I mean anything.”
- “It’s prom night, and since Nathan hates prom, I’m stuck with the single group of people which includes Chloe in a tux and wow is it getting hot in here?”
- “Stop bothering me by coming up to my dorm room and knocking on it. Oh wait, you’re actually dropping off flowers this time?”
- “Nathan, I know this is gonna sound weird but I think the blue haired girl I keep on seeing around Blackwell putting up those Rachel Amber posters is really hot. How do I approach her?”
- “Chloe keeps on pranking me, turns out she doesn’t know how to express her feelings towards me.”

- “At the lighthouse, I was thinking about ending my life when you came up behind me and started a conversation with me about something stupid, but you fucking saved my life.”
- “We nearly got busted for smoking pot in the parking lot of a restaurant, but it’s okay because we were making out the majority of the time so that’s partly why I didn’t notice.”
- “After getting really high together, both of us almost got hit by a car when we realized it was parked and now we’re making out against said car.”
- “We’re at a party together playing truth or dare and someone just dared me to kiss you but wow, that’s not going to be the first time I’m going to kiss you.”
- “Both of us end up in Los Angeles, and I’m not sure what is going on but I think you’ve been more touchy-feely this trip than throughout our entire friendship.”

Caulscott (Max/Nathan):

- “I’m starting to get obsessed with this version of you because you’re changing from snoopy nerd into this untouchable badass within this entire week.”
- “After you overheard of my situation with Mr. Jefferson on accident, you secretly called the police and arrested him and I’ve never felt so relieved and happy in my life.”
- “You visited me in the hospital and gave me a hug, and instead my heart is going out to you because you really do seem to care even though I give you so much shit in school.”
- “Max has been reluctantly taking care of me while I’ve been sick since Victoria can’t do it because she’s been out of town visiting family, but she’s been so sweet to me so I don’t mind the arrangement.”
- “I recognized Nathan at the aquarium spending the majority of the time with the whales, and there was this big cheesy smile on his face that immediately grabbed my attention. Now that I’m noticing it, this is my first time seeing Nathan smile…and it’s nice.”

- “Victoria keeps telling me to find a girlfriend, but is she not getting the fact that I want to date her instead? Sheesh.”
- “Both of us don’t ever bring up about how we discussed marrying each other in middle school until we both got really high together and ended up talking about that.”
- “My Dad mistakes Victoria for my girlfriend, and when she vehemently denies, for some reason, I feel upset over it and correct her surprising Victoria and myself.”
- “We’re playing Laser Tag together one night but you kissed me out of nowhere in the middle of the game, and what the fuck is our relationship now? Are we best friends? Lovers?”
- “When she asked what my type was, I accidentally made it obvious that she was my type and now she’s giving me a funny look but it doesn’t seem to be a bad look either.”

Grahamscott (Nathan/Warren):
- “You were in the locker room getting dressed, and WOW I just noticed your six pack. Why am I thinking so much over this?”
- “You’ve changed from nerdy boy to hardass, and for some reason, that’s my type? I think I’m starting to get curious about you now.”
- “We ran into each other in a gay bar, and I’ve never seen both of us look so ashamed and embarrassed in my life.”
- “I ended up in the hospital due to a really bad car accident, and you were the first person I woke up to. Apparently you slept by my bedside and didn’t leave my side once.”
- “I’ve been talking to him on grindr, but he doesn’t know that I have a crush on him. Yet.”

Hellalujah (Kate/Chloe):
- “You came up to me on campus and invited me to your Church group. Instead of being interested in that, now I’m interested in you.”
- “Alice seemed to have gotten out again and it’s raining, but the only person whose around to help is me. You’ve been coming over everyday after school after discovering I’m sick because of that to make me soup and cheer me up whoops did I mention I’m starting to have feelings for you?”
- “You’re the type of person I want to be: Free to make any decision I want, and finally I’m given that opportunity when you and I decide to smoke weed together in private and now I’m feeling pretty good about everything and you.”
- “I’m in cultural anthropology and we’re in a heated discussion about opposites attracting, yet you’re telling me they don’t but I’m going to prove to you they do.”

- “Chloe tried to make Max breakfast since it’s her birthday and Chloe totally fucked up and burnt all the food so now we’re eating burnt toast but it’s whatever, we love Chloe anyway.”
- “I just walked in on Chloe and Rachel hooking up which got awkward really fast, and I told them to continue and I guess I joined in.”
- “We’re roadtripping but Chloe gets lost and we end up staying the night in a cabin since we’re nearby a campsite when I confess that I’ve never been kissed and both girls end up fighting over kissing me.”
- “We’re at a Halsey concert and they’re playing our song whenever both of us realize how Max is more than ready for the mosh pit.”


- “We decided to go food shopping, and Chloe keeps on throwing junk food into the basket but Kate keeps on putting the junk food back in when Max isn’t looking.”
- “Both me and Max come out to Kate about our relationship when she admits that she’s always been a little bicurious herself. A joke about that quickly turns serious.”
- “I just took down Kate’s viral video by going into Victoria’s youtube account, and turns out after watching it, Kate kissed a wasted Chloe. But Kate ends up being so relieved she kisses me too? So now she’s held responsible for both of us.”
- “Max brought us to the zoo and she’s torn between me wanting to see the insect exhibit and Kate wanting to stay where she is because Kate really dislikes insects so Max decides to compensate for the entire party by coming up with an idea all of us will enjoy.”


- “As a kid, I used to hate beans but whatever these beans are, they’ve gotten me addicted to beans and now my nickname is Frank-N-Beans.”


Dan knew trouble when he saw it, and Phil Lester set off just about every alarm in his system.

There were some things that just sang trouble. Like leather jackets, and piercings in places that weren’t your ears, and Taylor Swift. Phil checked off two out of three of those warning signs, and as long as Dan concentrated on not thinking about how well Phil’s ripped black skinny jeans fit his legs, Dan could resign himself to staying away from him.

At least, he might have, if Phil hadn’t singled Dan out and made everything so much more difficult.

Phil had arrived late, for starters. In the middle of homeroom, the door had suddenly swung open, effectively silencing all dull chatter and half-hearted studying going on inside the room, and Phil strolled in as though he owned the place. Dan stared, his pastel clothing and soft features sharply contrasting Phil’s jet black hair and all black ensemble, and Phil smirked when he noticed Dan, flopping down at the desk beside Dan. Dan swallowed nervously.

Phil was hot, and Dan and Phil both knew it. Dan faced forward, concentrating on not meeting Phil’s eyes. After a few seconds, the teacher, Ms. Gonzalez, spoke. “You must be—"

“Phil Lester,” Phil interrupted.

Ms. Gonzalez cleared her throat. “May I ask why you’re late?”

Without missing a beat, Phil replied, “I’d prefer if you didn’t, actually”. Ms. Gonzalez nodded slowly, deciding to ignore his rudeness as it was only his first day.

“As you’re new, someone will have to accompany you on your first day, to help you get to your classes. Um,” she surveyed the room before her eyes locked on Mark, who was sat in the front row. Martin was in the chess club and had never finished a P.E. class before having an asthma attack in his life. “Martin, you can be Phil’s guide.”

He looked positively terrified at the prospect of having to spend the day with someone as intimidating as Phil, and obvious relief washed over his face when Phil interrupted once more. “Actually,” he said, “I was thinking Dan could show me around.” Dan’s jaw dropped, and he turned to stare at Phil, who’s striking blue eyes were crinkling in amusement at Dan’s reaction.

Ms. Gonzalez looked at Dan skeptically through her glasses. “Are you two friends?”

“Yes, actually,” Phil replied easily, putting his arm around Dan’s waist, pushing up his fluffy pastel pink sweater slightly to reveal a sliver of skin, which Dan promptly covered up with his sweater again, a glare replacing the shocked expression on his face, “And I just thought having a friend around on my first day might help me to adjust to a new school.“

Ms. Gonzalez’s voice brightened. “Oh, perfect! Dan, you can be Phil’s guide.”

And that was that.

And then it was back to the hushed conversation of the homeroom class. Phil pulled out his phone.

“How do you know my name?” Dan hissed.

Phil motioned to Dan’s binder, which had his name written in cursive with pink glitterpen on the front. “Sparkly bright pink. Not exactly hard to miss.”

Dan blushed and embarrassedly shoved it into his bag. “There is nothing wrong with sparkly bright pink. Or any pink at all, for that matter,” he said defensively. After having to deal with fragile masculinity dickheads trying to thrust their misguided gender roles upon him and punching him when he disagreed all throughout his education, Dan was on his guard for judgement about his sense of style at all times.

“Of course not,” Phil said, not looking up from his phone. “It suits you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dan blurted out. He looked up to notice quite a few people were staring at them, Ms. Gonzalez, who was peering out at Dan from behind whatever god-awful romance novel she was reading this time, included.

Dan coughed awkwardly, but Phil, seemingly unnaffected, replied, “It’s cute. This whole thing you’ve got going on—” Phil motioned to Dan’s sweater “—looks nice on you.” He waited a second before adding, “It’d look better on my bedroom floor.”

Dan’s jaw hit the floor for the second time in three minutes. “Um, Ms. Gonzalez,” he said, not bothering to raise his hand, “Can I show Phil where his locker is? So he can put his things away?”

“Certainly,” she said. Phil smirked as he allowed Dan to drag him out of the room. “Oh—boys,” Ms Gonzalez added, and Dan and Phil both turned around, “Homeroom is almost over, so you two can just go to your next class when you’re done.” Dan nodded, teeth gritted, and much to Dan’s chagrin his best friend, Chris Kendall, yelled “Use protection!” at him as he left the room.

As soon as the door closed, he turned around, bright red as he looked at Phil, who had very obviously been staring at his ass the whole time. “Are you flirting with me?!” Dan sputtered.

“What do you think?”

Dan crossed his arms indignantly, and with Phil towering a good foot over him, he looked very much like a sullen toddler in comparison. “Well, joke’s on you. Because I d-don’t swing that way.” Dan stuttered a bit on that last part. He was a shit liar. Phil snorted, and Dan puffed up his chest slightly.

“You don’t like boys?” Phil prodded, moving slightly closer to Dan. “Not even a little?”

“Well…” If Dan was bad at lying before, he was even worse with Phil slowly advancing upon him, that amused look in his eyes and that goddamn smirk playing on his lips, and he could smell a hint of Phil’s cologne. “F-fine. I do. Like boys. Just, not you.” This was a lie, and they both knew it.

“Hmmm.” Phil mused. “Somehow, I find that hard to believe.”

“Are you gay?” Dan asked hesitantly, looking up to meet Phil’s eyes. “Or bi?”

“I can be anything you want, sweetheart,” Phil replied, winking, and Dan rolled his eyes and threw up his hands.

“You’re impossible.” Dan grumbled, and began walking away. Phil easily caught him, grabbing his shoulder and carefully pulling him back.

“I believe you’re supposed to show me my locker, sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Stop calling you what, sweetheart?” Phil asked smugly, knowing exactly what Dan meant.

“Sweetheart! Stop calling me sweetheart!” Dan said heatedly.

“What should I call you then? Danny? Flower boy?”

“There is nothing wrong with flowers!” Dan exclaimed.

“Of course not. I like the flower crown. It looks nice—“

“—But it’d look better on your bedroom floor, yes, I know.“

“I speak only the truth,” Phil stated, grinning. “But fine, Danny it is.”

“I didn’t say you could call me Danny, either!”

“Too late, Danny, I’ve already decided.” Phil told Dan.

“Fuck you,” Dan muttered, and Phil’s eyes widened in delighted shock.

“Those are some dirty words coming from an innocent looking boy like yourself,” he said, and Dan just rolled his eyes and told Phil the lockers were this way. Phil followed him, and Dan refused to acknowledge him the entire walk except for when Phil “accidentally” brushed his hand against Dan’s thigh.

Dan had a long day ahead of him.

He managed to ignore Phil in algebra, though Phil’s constant flirting did make it a bit hard to focus on the lesson. He was in need of a break from Phil’s antics by the time lunch rolled around, and he walked Phil to the cafeteria, deposited him on the lunchline, and immediately ditched him for Chris and Peej. They were best friends, and Dan reckoned he could trust them to shower him in sympathy.

Dan couldn’t have been more wrong.

“So, how’s it going with lover boy?” Chris asked, wiggling his eyebrows, as soon as Dan sat down.

Peej raised his eyebrows. “Who’s lover boy?”

“Ignore Chris,” Dan said quickly, turning away to hide the blush on his face. “He’s crazy.”

“Oh my God, Dan. Am I really crazy for acknowledging a hot boy who you stare at and blush about and flirt with?” Peej choked loudly at the ‘hot’ part, as he had a massive crush on Chris.

“I do not flirt with Phil! Or any of those other things you said.”

“Who is Phil?” Peej asked.

Dan allowed himself a glance back at Phil across the cafeteria, and Peej followed Dan’s eyes. “Oh. He’s definitely Dan’s type.”

Chris smirked triumphantly. “I know, right?”

“How is he my type?” Dan sputtered.

“Piercings. Leather. Black. You like bad boys, Dan. I totally ship it.”

“What would their ship name be?” Chris asked Peej. “Phan? Or dil?”

“Guys, he is not my type!” Dan insisted loudly. “He’s a dick.”

“Are you sure?” Peej said. “Because there’s a difference between him being a dick and you wanting his dick.”

“I hate you guys,” Dan muttered, still blushing furiously, and that was when Phil decided to sit down next to Dan, once again ceasing all conversation with his presence.

Phil looked around. “Hi, Danny,” he said, ruffling Dan’s hair and causing his flower crown to fall crooked. Chris and Peej watched, amused, as Dan turned even redder and began running his fingers through his hair and adjusting his flower crown, glaring at Phil. “Well, continue your conversation,” he said, addressing Chris and Peej. “What were you guys talking about?”

“Dan was just discussing your dick,” Chris said casually, and Dan choked on his tuna fish salad. Phil didn’t have time to be smug because he was so concerned about Dan. Phil put his hand on Dan’s back comfortingly and said “Are you okay?”

As soon as Dan was done coughing and his face had returned to his normal colour, he shoved Phil’s hand off of him and proceeded to pout whilst eating his lunch while Chris and Peej conversed idly. “So,” Phil said after a time, “My dick, huh?”

Dan didn’t even spare Phil a glance, just held up his middle finger and said, “I see you nodding, Peej”, sending Peej and Chris both into laughter.

“Well, I don’t exactly see you denying it,” Chris said.

Phil laughed. “So, you two are the ones I have to be worried about? Are one of you dating him? I assume the only reason he would resist my efforts of seduction would be that he’s already dating someone.”

“This may come as a shock to you, but not everyone is dying to fuck you, you arrogant bastard,” Dan said.

“Perhaps not, but you can’t deny your obvious attraction to me,” Phil reasoned.

“I sure as hell can,” Dan shot back.

“But anyway,“ Chris said, still shaking his head at the (in his opinion, hilarious) sexual tension at the table, “Peej and me have been Dan’s best friends for, like, forever. I don’t like him like that. Trust me, he’s all yours.” (Dan groaned a bit at that last part.)

Phil smiled and looked from Chris to Peej. “What, are you two together?” he asked, motioning at the two of them.

“Oh, no—“ Chris started to say, but even with Chris’s perhaps excessive, loud denial of Phil’s question, the entire table could very clearly hear Peej mutter, “I wish.”

Dan, Phil, and Chris all stared at Peej with somewhat shocked expressions on their faces. He looked up, noticed them all looking at him, and rolled his eyes before turning around, looking Chris directly in the eyes, cupping Chris’s face in his hands and connecting their lips. Chris kissed back almost instantly. Phil put a casual arm around Dan, which Dan promptly shook off. Dan turned around, huffing, and continued eating.

Chris and Peej spent the remainder of lunch making out. Dan and Phil both proved unable to take very much of this, and so when Phil got up and left halfway through lunch, Dan was inclined to ignore his hatred of him and follow.

Phil walked for a few minutes in silence with Dan walking timidly behind, and Dan was considering the possibility that Phil hadn’t even noticed his presence when Phil said, “I like your friends, but they’re a bit crazy with the PDA.”

“They’re not usually like that,” Dan said. Phil nodded faintly. “Um, Phil,” Dan said, and Phil turned and looked at Dan. Dan swallowed nervously. “Why did you pretend we were friends this morning?”

Phil chuckled good-naturedly. “Have I not made it obvious?” he said. “I like you. You are cute and sweet and, if I’m being perfectly honest, goddamn gorgeous.”

Dan choked slightly. “Right.”

They continued walking. Phil reached down and took Dan’s smaller hand in his. At first Dan flinched away, but he quickly realised he liked the way his small, manicured hand fit into Phil’s larger, rougher one. You can platonically hold hands with someone, right? Dan was so wrapped up in his thoughts that it wasn’t until he was fifteen minutes late for class that he remembered to check a clock. “Shit,” he exclaimed, abruptly yanking his hand from Phil’s grip. “We’re late for history!”

“Oh, I know,” Phil said nonchalantly. When Dan looked at him with a somewhat horrified expression on his face, Phil simply shrugged and said, “History class isn’t exactly high on my list of priorities. I much prefer holding hands with cute boys in flower crowns.”

Dan rolled his eyes, wishing he could stop blushing. “Come on, let’s go to class—Mr. O'Conell is going to be so pissed—“

“Oh, I’m not going,” Phil said.

“What do you mean, you’re not going?” Dan asked incredulously. “This isn’t like that. You can’t just not go to class—”

“Actually, I kinda can, and I have before.” Phil stepped closer to Dan, grabbing his hands again. “Come on, Dan. History is so boring. All those people are dead. It doesn’t really matter, does it?“

Dan looked like he was seriously considering it for a moment, but honestly, could you blame him? How could he choose Dwight E. Eisenhower over Phil and his earnest looking blue eyes, and his warm hands? But then he looked back at the clock and wrenched his hands away from Phil and began walking away. “I’m going,” he said.

“Bye, Danny!” Phil called after him, and Dan called back a resolute “Fuck you”, causing Phil to chuckle. Because although the words were technically the same, they had an obvious fondness to them that hadn’t been there when they were spoken that morning.

Phil whistled as he walked outside, pulling out a cigarette as soon as he got behind the school.


It was about three quarters through chemistry when Phil decided to show up.

Phil was right, of course. Dan had been bored to tears in history. Whilst usually he didn’t mind school all that much, it was made suddenly unbearable what with the knowledge that rather than wasting away in a classroom listening to Mr. O’Connel rant about the Cold War he could be somewhere else, with Phil, holding hands or kissing or—

Well, you get the idea.

Chemistry was shaping up to be no better when Phil abruptly opened the door, ambled in, and asked Mrs. Lloyd, “Is this the history classroom?”

Mrs. Lloyd, as it turned out, was slightly less forgiving of tardiness than Ms. Gonzalez. Phil dismissed her lecture about his “inexcusable lateness” and sat down next to Dan. “I’m sorry, Ma'am,” Phil interrupted, “But Dan is my guide and he was supposed to take me to my classes but he didn’t, so as you might expect I was terribly lost—“

“That’s not true!” Dan exclaimed, face flushing with annoyance. “I—“

“Not a word from you, Mr. Howell!” Mrs. Lloyd said, and Dan was effectively silenced. “Let this be a warning.” And with a final disapproving shake of her head, she went back to teaching.

“So,” Phil said casually, putting his feet up on the lab table, “Go on a date with me?”

Dan choked loudly. Mrs. Lloyd glared at him until he stopped. “What?”

“You heard me. Do you wanna go on a date with me?”

“What the fuck?” Dan hissed. “Do you really think I’m going to willingly spend time with you after that?”

Phil sighed. “See, I thought you might say that,” he said regretfully. Then, without any further explanation, he ripped a blank page out of Dan’s chem notebook and folded an airplane out of it. Then, he grabbed Dan’s hand, held up it in the air, and threw the airplane directly at Mrs. Lloyd’s back.

He hit his target.

Immediately after, he let go of Dan’s hand. And that was all that Mrs. Lloyd saw, was that a paper airplane from Dan’s notebook had just been thrown at her and that now directly after Dan’s hand was in the air.

“Mr. Howell!” She said furiously. “That is it. You have been disruptive far too many times this class.” When Dan started to stutter that he truly hadn’t done it, she cut him off again. “Perhaps detention tonight might make you refrain from this sort of disrespectful behaviour in the future.”

Dan was left open-mouthed. He’d never been in detention before. And he simply refused to believe that he was now going to have to tarnish that record all because of stupid fucking Phil Lester.

“Mrs. Lloyd, maybe you should give me detention too. After all, I was late—“

“Do not tell me how to operate my classroom, Mr. Lester. For that outburst, you can join Mr. Howell in detention.”

Phil smiled contentedly and leaned back in his seat.

As soon as Mrs. Lloyd turned around again, Dan kicked Phil as hard as he could under the lab table. As Dan wasn’t particularly strong, especially compared to Phil, Phil just smirked at Dan’s attempts at retaliation. “What?” He said innocently.

“Fucking asshole,” Dan muttered.

“That is one of my many talents, yes,” Phil replied smoothly, and Dan rolled his eyes and tried to pay attention to Mrs. Lloyd.


Detention was just as boring as Dan had imagined.

Ms. Gonzalez was supposed to be supervising them, but as she was giving most of her attention to her romance novel, Phil had nobody stopping him from bothering Dan throughout. Dan ignored him. There were only two other people in the room, a kid named Cody who was big and burly and a notorious trouble-maker, and a quiet girl with a pixie cut.

About fifteen minutes in, Phil raised his hand. Ms. Gonzalez was too occupied with her book to notice, so Phil had to pound his fist on the desk a couple times and say “Um, Ms. Gonzalez?” until she finally looked up, slightly disgruntled. “Yes, Phillip?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?”


“Oh, and can Dan come? See, I still don’t know my way to the bathroom, and—“

“Yes, Daniel can join you.”

Phil nodded and said “Come on, Danny.”

“No.” Dan said. “You should know how to get to the bathroom by now.”

“Daniel,” Ms. Gonzalez said, not looking up from her book, “Don’t be rude. Go on.” Dan got up, grumbling as he went along.

The bathroom was only about 45 seconds away. They both knew good and well Phil could’ve gotten there himself. “Why are you making me do this?” Dan snapped the second the door had closed.

Phil shrugged. “How else was I supposed to get you to talk to me?” he said simply as they rounded the corner to the boys bathroom. Dan was at a loss for words. Who did he think he was?

They got to the bathroom. Phil opened the door. “Well, go on then—“ Dan started, but before he could finish, Phil grabbed him, pushed him up against the bathroom wall, and kissed him hard on the lips. Dan found himself kissing back.

The next ten minutes were a blur. Phil biting Dan’s lower lip. Phil slipping his tongue inside Dan’s mouth. Dan whining in response. Phil’s hands creeping under Dan’s jumper and Dan grabbing Phil’s hand and pulling it down, saying “One thing at a time, asshole,” against Phil’s lips.

They walked back to the classroom holding hands. “What was that you said about not liking boys earlier?” Phil said, and Dan rolled his eyes.

“Fuck you,” he said.

“All in good time.“


Hey guys, so my friend who’s tumblr account is @mauvezenna actually wrote this fic and she thinks it’s shit. But me and her other friends think it’s really good so we posted it for her with more or less her permission. SO WHOEVER’S READING THIS BETTER FUCKING ENJOY IT CUZ WERE OVERPROTECTIVE FRIENDS!

Stopping Time

A/N: Exc i te dh u mm i ng. Basically, they’re ridiculously close friends and Astrid’s been stressin’ but it’s okay because there’s cute conversations and jokes. I love ‘em to pieces. Modern AU. :) 

Hiccup loved Friday nights, because Friday nights were his Astrid Nights. Basically, after winter break drew to a close, they quickly became the only time of the week where Hiccup could actually spend time with his (human) best friend.

But hey, he was willing to take what he could get.

They alternated both their location and their activities weekly–some evenings were movie marathons in his living room, and others were game night at her house, but they’ve recently consisted of Astrid being too exhausted to do anything other than curl up on his bed and half-consciously mumble everything else it was that she had to do during the weekend, all with Toothless curled up at her feet as he kneaded at her legs.

And, really–with three AP classes on her plate, alongside various other extra curricular activities weighing her down, Hiccup couldn’t blame her for needing the occasional night dedicated solely to catching up on sleep that he knows she skips out on from time to time. Plus, what kind of person wasn’t there for their best friend when said friend was prone to suffering from sleep deprivation-induced hysteria? He was certainly no superhero, but that was a task even he could accomplish.

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Encountered in the Gallery of Modern Art, Brisbane, Australia. Artist unknown.

The art installation invited visitors to write unspoken messages of gratitude, insight or regret on the provided letter stationary in three booths. Envelopes could be left sealed or unsealed, and visitors were free to look through the contents of any unsealed envelopes. When I visited, most of the envelopes were addressed to mailing addresses (to be mailed out by the gallery at the end of the exhibit) or to more poetic destinations. One unsealed envelope, pictured above, caught my eye for obvious reasons, and though I certainly wasn’t expecting to find physical McHanzo art in an art gallery in Brisbane, I was pleasantly surprised.

I hope that others with an appreciation for near-naked Overwatch men also find this envelope out of all the others, as I did, before it is incinerated at the end of the exhibit along with all the other envelopes without mailing addresses.

glitter-the-booknerd  asked:

Hey I'm in between ISTJ and INTJ right now, could you say what convinced you you were definitely not an INTJ?

  • the fact that if everyone who actually knew me well IRL knew as much about MBTI as I did, they would all say I was an ISTJ

people who knew me in childhood would tell you that I was almost always in my own world (which was, honestly, the biggest thing that kept me thinking I was an intuitive for so long), but they would also tell you I had an unusually strong memory, wanted things to be the same exact way every time, very rarely stepped out of line unless you made me change direction or upset my sense of how things are supposed to be, paid attention to details, acted mature relatively soon, ate like four things and KNEW if someone had put some unwelcome ingredient in the cookies, described things with unexpected but understandable comparisons, was constantly working on drawing realistic art, when I got into something I was in it for the long haul, and sometimes when I got creative in a new way it was just absolutely weird.

people who know me now describe me as down to earth and consistent, among other non-typology related things, and some people have told me that I’m good at relating things to stories of times they had completely forgotten about.

sometimes, a lot of times, people are wrong about you. but if a majority of people who actually like you would give overwhelming evidence against your self perception, the evidence is at least worth considering.

  • addressing stereotypes with the fact that Si is subjective

this seems obvious, but if you actually think about it, it flies in the face of a lot of people’s perceptions of SJs. the stereotypical SJ is probably a middle class white dude who grew up in the American midwest or south, consumed all the same media as his peers, went to college for a practical major just like his parents, and landed an office job that he never had a compelling reason to leave. obviously no one actually believes that’s what all SJs are like, but we still have to be careful not to hear about how statistically normal they are and associate them with our cultural perception of normal. all you have to do is imagine our aforementioned stereotypical SJ being raised by musicians in Portland and you’ve got a completely different person. change enough variables and you could easily come up with ways for this person to feel distant from their own cultural norms. 

I may be off here, but I tend to think of type as a template for your personality, not actually your personality itself. you fill it in with your values, interests, experiences, etc., and you’ll keep doing that your whole life. 

mbti-notes has some really detailed descriptions of the functions, and they describe Si by what it does with the values and goals you already have, not as being the goal setter. 

  • the things that were or were not relatable about INTJ descriptions

a huge portion of well written INTJ content is relatable… with the exception of gut feelings and sensory overload

it’s not that I don’t ever get “gut feelings,” it’s just that I can probably count the times I’ve had them on one hand. but even then, once it comes I will immediately start backing it up with evidence. like, of course this career path feels right, look how many ways it lines up with my skill set. and then that arsenal of evidence propels me to follow it, keeps me going when I lose inspiration, and creates the greatest source of confusion when things don’t work out. can I be single minded? absolutely. but I create that singlemindedness from real life sources.

same goes for sensory overload in situations that aren’t inherently unpleasant - it happens, but very rarely, and there’s usually something else going on.

  • accepting other characteristics about myself that would be more understandable if I were an ISxJ

you know what does happen though? novelty overload.

a few years ago I ended up doing a lot of traveling. all of us who went were in agreement that we would do as many things as we could that were unique to the places we were visiting, and it was a great experience. but after weeks of exploring different streets with different people every week, pointing at pictures on menus to order, and not solidifying plans until the morning of, every recognizable thing you let yourself have - a starbucks, an album in your earbuds you’ve played 74 times, a store you have at your local mall - starts to feel like taking your shoes off after a 12 hour workday (even if it still feels a bit like you’re cheating in the game). new experiences are beautiful and important, but the constant mental background noise of “I don’t know what I’m doing” was tremendously exhausting for me in a way that I don’t think it was for the people I went with. we all had our things we had to work through, and that happened to be mine.

back to when I was figuring out my type - in addition to novelty overload, there were plenty of other Si/Ne seeming things I had to explain, such as:

 - really low patience for people who read too much into things

 - a near paranoia when I’m in a public place about doing things the way they are normally done, not being in places where I feel like I shouldn’t be, etc.

 - thinking of acquiring new sensory skills as being an extremely personal process (like instruments, sports, etc.)

 - reacting to traumatic events by expecting them to repeat themselves any minute

I don’t know if all ISxJs have those issues specifically but I knew I was reaching hard to call them Ni things.

  • considering other options for interpreting my internal monologues

debating current issues to try and explain why things are the way they are? all based on observation and a desire to have my observations not conflict with each other - trying to resolve cognitive dissonance is just human. drawing connections between the music I listen to and other things? music is sensory, I was literally entertaining myself with a reference system, next question. the mental block against coming up with specific examples? nah, dude, there are always examples, I just don’t often think they’re good enough.

  • being open to the possibility of being a different type, and ultimately embracing it

once I finally decided that I was open to changing my self typing, it became very easy to see my “new” type as a strength worth taking pride in, as cheesy as that sounds. it explained everything that I didn’t even realize I was working to explain away. everything I did, every thought I had over the next week or so, seemed to be another demonstration that I should have figured this out a long time ago, and I was honestly enjoying every minute of it.


anyway, I don’t know you, so I can’t possibly make that judgment for you. IxTJs can look very similar, although you wouldn’t know it from the way they’re caricatured. just because ISTJs are more common doesn’t mean you are one, but even if you were one it wouldn’t make your complete personality common. I would recommend finding good sources - mbti-notes has a ton of masterposts, otterdot is posting adaptations of source material, there’s a lot of stuff even on tumblr. thanks for the ask, and good luck!

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# 31 & # 41 - I’m pregnant │Marry me; Bellamy Blake

You were happy. So happy. Clarke had told you that you had the symptoms of pregnancy. She advised you not to tell Bellamy, anyone actually, to save him the worry. The worry of keeping you and the baby safe. The worry of you being okay all the time. You took that advice to heart, keeping it from him was becoming hard though.

He told you everything. Every little piece of detail that was happening in case something were to happen to him. It was like he was trying to convince you to stay with him through everything. It was yesterday that he finally stopped and just looked at you lovingly so many times a day that Raven pointed it out.

You finally made the decision to take him out of the camp for the day, that’s what you did. So, here you were. Talking in the middle of a field that you found weeks ago. It had wildflowers around you, it was the most beautiful thing you had found so far.

You guessed that you wouldn’t be able to take you adventures anymore. For a few reasons. One being Grounders. Two, the one person, Finn, that Bellamy trusting to keep you safe out here had died a few days ago. The third was the obvious.

You were pregnant.

“Y/N.” He spoke, making you turn to him. You head tilted in question. “I love you. I’ve never been about to feel like this. No since Octavia was born. I thought I had to put all my love and protection into her. But you showed me that I need love. I need happiness. You.” He took a breath, looking nervous. Your eyes widened at the realization.

He was proposing.

“You make me happy, Y/N..” He pulled out a metal band from his pocket, his face going pink as you bit down on your lip. “I have Raven make it. It doesn’t have a diamond, but.. I thought it kinda reminds you of me. Not the ideal thing, but I’m sure you can deal with it.” He continued, making your body turn towards him, tears welling up. “So, Y/N.. Will you marry me?” He asked finally.

I’m pregnant.” You admitted, his eyes widening. The words caught in your throat. You couldn’t tell him how long you’ve known.

“Wait. You’re..” His shocked expression turned into a large smile. “You’re pregnant.” He admitted, making you nod fast.

“Yes. To that question and the one before it.”


A year later you sat on the floor, with your son on your lap. You had been trying to teach him to walk to no avail. You sighed sadly as you stood him up again just as Bellamy came through the door.

“He refuses to walk.” You whined, keeping Jonah balanced.

“Come here buddy.” Bellamy smirked, putting down all the weapons on his body and kneeling down a few away from you.

With that, Jonah giggled. His arms out as he wobbled over to his father. Bellamy caught him and he threw him up the air.

“Oh my god. I thought boys are supposed to love their mothers. Not their fathers.” You pouted, standing and kissing Bellamy’s cheek.

“I love you.” He smiled, leaning into your kiss.

Mistress - Soryu Oh

Set somewhere between the middle of season 1 and end of season 2. Just a teasing; angsty, partially smutty fic. Nothing serious. ;) Enjoy.

I hadn’t seen Soryu in close to six weeks - for business reasons or some twisted lie along the line of that he’d mentioned last minute; but I could clearly hear his footsteps pacing through the hotel lobby behind me - each click of his heels as one foot came down briskly in front of the other causing my mouth to go dry. It wasn’t half obvious at this instant reaction that I missed him - mind, body and soul. A knot in my throat tightened uncomfortably as I muttered a quick thank you beneath my breath and took the spare master key from the concierge at the front desk; slipping the swipe card into my chest pocket and swivelled on my toes, walking away with a mix of shyness and curiosity pulsing through my veins. Waiting with a small crowd for an elevator to arrive at the ground floor and slide open; I manage to catch a hint of his signature musky scent as he gets closer - my eyes fluttering shut as I consciously try to control my breath; a barely there sweat creeps across the inner of my palms and forehead.

If there weren’t other people around us I could be confident that something would have already happened right there, right then yet between us no words are said. I can picture it now, I’d have his tie wrapped around my fingertips tightly to pull him in close - to initiate an intimacy that I longed for; would have happily even begged for. Licking my dry lips once over to soften them; I could taste an almost hunger painted on them which I knew for him - was to also exist. His dark eyes glanced sideways in my direction as we stood side by side in silence; his gaze hovering over my body, over my curves which I was aware this uniform did nothing to accentuate. Pushing my hair lazily all over one shoulder and letting my own soft, gentle fingertips trace down the side of my exposed neck, the way Soryu adjusted his posture told me that he wanted nothing more than to press me up against an elevator wall; push the emergency button to keep us captive between floors and have his way with me yet for the company we had - an audience so to speak; we both knew this wouldn’t be an option.

Adjusting my stockings through my skirt and playing with my bra strap teasingly through my shirt I heard a low, needy growl that escaped from deep within his chest - a sound so subtle which I knew was reserved wholly for just me. Soryu slipped his hands deep into his pants pockets and it was then in a split second that I knew I was having my desired effect on him. Between the ground floor and the 23rd that I had been working on all afternoon people got on and people stepped off - lifting my head to count the green digital numbers which added up as we travelled floor by floor; a smile crossed my lips as I saw the special number appear and pushed my way through the crowd as the doors promptly opened.

Pacing down the hall lined with suite door after suite door, I could hear Soryu walking a few steps behind me yet we still kept our silence; still didn’t bother saying a word. A feeling of anticipation begins to curdle in the pit of my stomach; I can feel a hard blush sweep across the apples of my cheeks. Pulling the swipe card out of my pocket and sliding it through the security reader; I pull the maid trolley I’d left out in the hall through with me into the room and place a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the exterior handle of the door which earns a chuckle from the mobster as he wanders through; closing the door to lock us in.

I take my time and liberty in strutting over to the king sized bed in the middle of the suite; glancing over my shoulder only once as I unbutton my shirt. He stands silent; just waiting - just watching, wanting to pounce but keeping his cool. He cocks his head to one side and waits for me - reserved to see what I’m going to do next and just as I’m about to step out of my heels which I’ve been wearing for hours; he shakes his head, clicks his tongue and with a single look; tells me that that is not necessary - that he’d prefer them on.

“I thought you weren’t a fan of heels Mr Oh”, I announce with a smirk, I can see him getting hard; I watch as he swallows harshly; adams apple bopping up and down in his throat.

“I’m a fan of anything when it comes to you Ms ____.” His voice is low, lower than that growl on the elevator and it prompts me to keep things moving forward; bending down slightly to slip my hands beneath my skirt I shimmy out of my lacy underwear; a dark navy set of panties which perfectly match the bra he’s had his eyes on for a while now and toss them across the room for him to catch; the material slipping into his jacket pocket. That’s all he needs as a yes; as a welcome; as a signal to not bother holding back.

Quicker than he was pacing behind me in the lobby; Soryu is over to where I’m standing within a split second - hands on my waist, at my shoulders, around my back, snaking through my hair, tender around my neck and searching for anywhere he hasn’t yet had the pleasure to touch as our lips meet; soft, slow, turning hungry, aggressive and forceful as his tongue darts into my mouth, coaxing my own to play a game of twists and turns as I struggle for air and try to get some between gasps and moans. His hands run down to my hips; get comfortable at the curve of my ass and the simple command of 'jump’ has me doing everything he wants me to as I’m picked up; held up; turned around - legs wrapping around him before he pushes me up against a wall in the corner of the room. Arching my back and head thrown to one side he’s adamant on leaving a pepper line of tiny, tiny ownership marks on my shoulders and down across my chest. I whimper at the detail of his lips - how they quiver against my skin; how he breaks away and lets me hold his face tenderly in my hands and they slowly tremble - a lust in his eyes which is to die for.

Loosening his tie; it doesn’t take much to tear his shirt open - buttons popping; nails clawing at his chest to leave scratches that will be there for days that only he will know of and see. With a strong hold on my jaw, Soryu manoeuvres me so that I’m looking straight at him; his grip loosening around my waist, it’s a quick shuffle of steps and before I know it, I’m tossed straight down onto the bed.

Half sitting up, I’m forced back down as he fights off his jacket and gets comfortable between my legs; lips cursing across my bare skin - my skirt pulled down and thrown across the suite as I try to kick my heels off the bed.

“Keep them on..”, he whispers as a near almost secret and I can’t respond as a kiss seals my lips shut. It’s harder, needier, more ravaging, less discrete; more desperate than before. Kissing the tops of my breasts to force my back to arch; he slips a hand beneath me; playing with the clasp at the back and sets them free; lacy material quick to find its own home temporarily on the floor. Taking the nipples gently between his teeth; it’s a mixture of a suck and bite motion which has me so close to being thrown over the edge. So close to wanting to just scream and pant and beg and long for more. I’d almost forgotten how perfect intimacy was. Hands trailing down his still half shirt clad chest; my fingers are eager to unbuckle his belt; to pull down his zipper; to palm at his cock hidden beneath his boxers and hopefully set it free. Forcing a finger into my mouth; a hopeless plea of 'suck’ he manages to vocalize and I succumb to his request with please.

Legs further apart and trousers shuffled down; his thumb finds my clit with ease. A slur of profanities and moans roll off my tongue and a cold sensation; a wedding band; for a moment makes me freeze. I’ll only ever be a mistress; I know this - it’s how it was all meant to be. It’s the reason I haven’t seen him in so long; it’s the reason we barely talk or say even a single word. It’s the reason he hasn’t been around the hotel lately; the reason for his intricate lies and schemes which he followed through to set me free. Shaking my head to rid myself of all these thoughts and ideas; I’m late to notice that his pressed himself up against me; length slicking through my wet core and face buried into the crook of my neck. A groan from him erupts a wave of pleasure through my veins as slowly he lines himself up and begins to sink in.

“Ughh… fuck..”

It’s the only phrase I can comprehend.

“S..Soryu… fuck…”

Head thrown back; his teeth sinking into the thin skin of my neck; this seems perfect, this seems right, this seems how it’s just meant to be - until a someone we weren’t expecting disregards the sign on the door and knocks; unlocking the suite with their own master key.


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(Episodes are not necessarily in chronological order - just the order in which I think they should be seen so viewers don’t get confused.)

Since my other post with the badly drawn cringe-worthy MS Paint timeline that I haphazardly threw together generated some buzz yesterday, I thought I’d clean it up a bit and post this new version instead. 

(Disclaimer: These are just my interpretation of the episodes, with inspiration from @daughterofthestars08′s original post, and should in no way be taken as the one true chronological order.)

If you have a grievance regarding the placement of Darkblade/Le Chevalier Noir in front of Pixelator/Numeric, you’re probably not the first one to message me about it. Please refer to this post first.

I’ll be updating the list periodically as episodes roll out.

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Some Finnreylo Headcanons Because This Ship Deserves More

-Rey got used to the heat on Jakku but never the frigid nights. They always sleep with Rey in the middle so Finn and Ben can keep her warm.
-Finn is the biggest cuddler. He’s always the one to suggest to Rey and Ben that they should snuggle.
-Ben does all the cooking, for obvious reasons, but Rey is eager to learn from him. Finn begs her just to let Ben cook.
-Rey and Ben argue through the Force bond a lot. It drives Finn nuts. He can never tell the difference between a silent argument and the silent treatment.
- The first child they have is a daughter, with Finn as the biological father. The second child they have is Ben’s biological son.
-The daughter ends up being Force-sensitive while the son isn’t. As a result the girl spends a lot of time training with Ben, while the boy takes up shooting with Finn.
-Poe is of course the godfather. He also played the role of couples counselor for Rey, Finn, and Ben. He likes being a godfather way more.

Just some new thoughts about Sonic Forces (Theory)

Everyone here is making theories about why Shadow becomes evil in Forces and most involve either mind control or something about Maria. Both are wrong since, one, Shadow has resisted Black Doom’s mind control which is important due to how he managed to speak with the world using telepathy (and to top it off they share the same blood, linking them) and if he was under that influence, it would have been more obvious like him having an aura or glowing eyes, and he was confirmed to be fighting for his own reasons. Second, Shadow left the past behind him and in ‘06 when Mephiles tried to manipulate him, he refused his offers, giving him the middle finger every time.
Other theories involve either some time and space stuff or a double agent thingie, but then after noticing Rouge and Omega’s absence in the gameplay and the trailers this suddenly hitted me.
What if something happened to Omega and Rouge and that has something to do with Shadow’s current alligment? They are his best friends so what if Shadow is forced to work with the villains because his companions are in danger and he clearly is powerless to do something about it?
I think this would make the most sense due to Shadow’s anti-villain nature when he is not on the heroes side. Let me guys know what you think.


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