the thought is quite


Lugh: But it doesn’t quite work like that… I hate the thought of separating a kid from their mom, heck if I knew about the kid I never even would have taken the gig…

But if I just pass on it it’ll just be passed onto another bounty hunter who’ll get the job done, she’d be in an even worse situation than now… Hmmm…

anonymous asked:

What would you do/feel if you found put that Daniel and Phil not only read your phanfic but enjoyed it? Do you have different opinions on Daniel reading it vs Phil? Can you explain you your feelings? I'd like to see other ppls opinion on this as well. I feel like they are both %100 fine with creative expression feat. them but I am so curious about whether or not they endulge. - I will probably ask other authors this as well. Keep up the good work!

Ive actually thought about this before, considering i have quite a few fics over 2k notes. Like how crazy would that be if theyve read some of my works?? I dont think id do anything about it and i dont really mind. Its common knowledge that dan reads fanfiction, and i dont doubt that phil does as well. Ive put it on the internet so i cant really complain if they see it, i suppose, considering ive done that to myself. In a way, thatd be cool? Id be more ashamed if they expressed they didnt want people to write about them, but they literally condone it so i dont mind. I also dont think theres any difference between dan or phil reading it, as theyre both grown men who can totally handle reading about themselves having hot kinky sex.
(Besides. If someone wrote that about my friends and i, i would get such a kick out of it)

anonymous asked:

(1/3) I just need to talk, I'm not really sure who else to talk to. I came out to my mom about two months ago, and she took it well. I just told her I was ace, not aro, bc I'm not sure if I want to disclose that yet. I met a fellow ace at some dance classes I'm taking for prom(rings FTW), which prompted mom to start talking about ace again. I don't think she accepted it quite as easily as I thought. She's doing the whole "how do y'all know you're ace? Y'all are still practically babies.

(2/3) What if y'all are still developing mentally? Not necessarily physically but emotionally?“ Very calmly, no yelling or anything, and I replied “there’s pregnant 15 year olds, there’s a good chance I’m old enough”(I’m 17), I did say that I’m open to my sexuality changing down the road but am comfortable where I am. Then she went on to say that she just doesn’t want me to be alone and whatnot.I get where she’s coming from, but that just really hit home for me, bc that’s something Im struggling

(¾, sorry) with, coming to terms with the fact that I’m probably aro and there’s a good chance I may not end up in a qpr. Idk, just really got to me, and now I feel like I’m treading on thin ice to mention anything ace or aro. I doubt she’ll kick me out or anything, I’m not treading on a safety level, it’s just uncomfortable, you know? I’ve been trying to explain the difference between romance and sexuality, and I thin she gets it in theory, but not practically if that makes sense. 

(4/4) I tried to mention that I could always date another ace(again omitting the aro aspect) but she seemed doubtful. Sorry to clog your inbox, I just wanted to get this down somewhere. It’s got me feeling low and it feels good to type it out   

Maybe tell your mom that platonic relationships are just as fulfilling and important as romantic and/or sexual relationships, especially for you. And you could totally end up in a QPR! It’s definitely possible if it’s what you want. I know it seems impossible to find (a) partner(s), but it’s honestly not. Though, if you’re struggling with the fact that you may not end up in a relationship because of internalized amatonormativity, just keep holding on. You are who you are, and that’s 100% valid no matter what anyone says. Keep your head up, and never forget that the aspec community will always be here for you:)


Sorry for the lack of real, genuine content this past month. I tried to come up with something other than the things requested for me and the comic but I’m just… eh.

I felt creatively empty and I wasn’t sure if the person interacting with you was me. Until now, it doesn’t feel like it. I just… I have no idea what’s wrong with me. I thought this would be fixed after I quit school but it seemed to be getting worse to the point that I’ve ran out of tears and felt numb. I’m in pain but my mind won’t let me see it. I appear to be happy and there were moments when I try to be. But I’m not. I’m genuinely not.

I just feel so drained. I feel empty. Not saying this for sympathy and hugs. I’m just informing you guys that I’m not acting the way I should and the way I usually am. The person that’s been around for this month is a stranger to me. I feel like that’s who I should be but it’s not. I dunno.

What I’m saying is content is gonna slow down here. I really want to make videos weekly and make lots of things for you. But. Eh. Until I’m fixed, I don’t even know anymore.

Miscommunication - Part 4

Warnings: Smutty, smutty Barnes. If you’re uncomfortable with the idea of this man doing things to your body, this is not for you

A/N: Sorry for the delay getting this one out - adulting is rough. Hope you enjoy - have so much in store for this little series. I’ve also made an aesthetic to accompany this series that I hope you all enjoy!

“Please Y/N. Don’t let me suffer through the wedding tomorrow, trying to hash out what to make of all this. Then us inevitably fighting - because we will - because we didn’t figure out what this is.”

His dark eyes were pleading, the chocolate brown irises piercing into yours. You look down, chuckling to yourself. Even though you didn’t want him to be right he was.

And quite frankly, you needed a thought partner to figure this out on your own.

You widen the door, letting him in as you turn on your heels, walking toward your bed. You heard the door click behind you and you turn to the mini bar, knowing that you needed a drink.

“Want a beer? I think we need beers…” you mutter, pulling two budweisers from the fridge and popping them open. You hand one to him, your hands skimming each other, and you try to ignore the way it makes your breath hitch.

Instead you walk to your bed, crossing your legs on your comforter before taking a long sip. He sits across from you, in a chair, watching you as he drinks his beer.

You both stare at each other, trying to ignore the electric charge in the air. Or how much you wanted to jump each others bones.

“Do you remember the night of Anthony’s party? It was like, 10 years ago, forever ago I know. You finally say, taking another swig

He matches your sip, nodding his head.

“I remember. It was some kind of themed party.”

“Yea. but he told everyone different themes so it became like a Halloween in July thing.” you smile, remembering back to the night.

“You were Athena, goddess of wisdom and war. It was suiting for you.” Ben replies back and you nod, surprised that he remembered.

“Yea. You were a pirate or something like that.”

He chuckles, his smile consuming him and you feel your heart breaking. How could one human being make you feel this way?

“Something like that.” he nods and you continue, inhaling deeply.

“We got drunk. Really drunk. And you were hitting on me and then my sister got into a fight with Ricky. It was the brink of their break. So I left you and when I came back you were talking to Ricky. He kept asking you why you didn’t ask me out….”

Ben leans forward, his hands placed together, listening to your every word. You started to pick at the aluminum cap on your beer, afraid to say the next part aloud. It had been so long that you’d allowed yourself to even remember, you felt ridiculous.

“You slurred something about me not being good enough for you. That I wouldn’t live up to your expectations and couldn’t measure up to you…”

You felt your throat tightening and Ben got up from his seat on his chair, walking toward you to sit next to you on the bed. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders,

“Y/N…”he whispers in your hair, drawing you closer to him but you try to push him away, ashamed that this little instance was the reason you were so hard on yourself. The standard that you held yourself to. You took a deep breath before continuing,

“Anyway, I just held onto that moment. I couldn’t move past it. Mainly because I trusted you, partly because I liked you. When I sobered up I decided I just couldn’t trust you. So I called you an asshole and distanced myself.”

You felt the tears run down your cheek and you felt ashamed. Vulnerable, wounded and ashamed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ben whispers and you shrug.

“Because I was young and stupid and insecure. I thought you were right. I thought asshole was the way I could summize that experience and move on.” you chuckled though the tears still came down, “I’m an idiot.”

You felt Ben’s finger on your chin, bringing your face to look at him. His eyes were soft as they examined you, as if seeing you for the first time.

“You aren’t an idiot Y/N. I am. If I had known then I could have told you a lot sooner.”

He takes a deep breath, shaking his head.

“I remember what your talking about. But Y/N I wasn’t saying you couldn’t measure up to me,” he bites his lip before continuing, “I was talking about me. Ricky was pushing me to ask you out and I was hesitant because….look at you.”

He pulls back, running his hands through his hair, obviously flustered. You watch him carefully, shaking your head.

“Wait? You were talking about me? That you couldn’t measure up to me?”

He turned back to you, his eyes soft.

“Y/N, I don’t know if you know this, but you’ve always been this bad ass woman. You walk into a room or enter a conversation so sure of yourself - so confident and sexy. You’re always willing to try something new and the first one to speak against something you find morally unacceptable. I was…..intimidated.”

He returns his eyes out the window, watching the city beneath the both of you unfold. You lean over and tenderly move his face to look back at you.

“You’re telling me this whole time, this whole fucking time, we both thought we weren’t good enough for each other?”

You give a low chuckle, hating the fact that Bri was right. Like usual. The sides of his mouth twitch upward into a smile as he nods.

“Yea…..looks like.” he laughs along with you before he looks at you, his dark eyes watching you carefully. He leans over, his right hand  wrapping behind your neck and drawing you closer to him, his mouth molding against yours. The kiss was soft and slow but the passion behind it was evident.

“I’ve always wondered what in the world I’ve done to offend you so much. Of course it was my big mouth…..” he mumbles and you shrug, as his hand brushes against your exposed shoulder.

You smile back at him, taking comfort in his touch and the way he was looking at you.

“Let’s start from the beginning. My name is Ben Barnes and I’d very much like to get to know you better.”

He extends his hand out and you laugh, placing your beer on the floor.

“We’ve already done this.”

His smile stays planted on his face, cheeky as ever.

“Yea but that was for my rude comment on the elevator. This is for being an ass to you period.” he keeps his hand out and you laugh again, shaking his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you Ben. I’m Y/N and I look forward to getting to know you better.”

You both stare at each other, before he leans in to kiss you.  You sigh into the kiss and he takes that as permission for his tongue to wrap around your own, capturing you. He pushes you back lightly and you both fall back on the bed. Your hands are combing through his hair and his hands are caressing you, touching you everywhere.

You feel his hand tug at your robe and you sigh contently as he pushes it slowly off your body, his hands slowly snaking down your body with it, sending shivers coursing up your spine. His mouth begins to travel down to your neck, slowly sucking at the soft skin. You give a mild moan, unashamedly, as he hand travels to your right nipple, flicking the hard stub causing your body to jerk involuntarily.

He smiles, his lips against your skin as he continues his journey downward. His mouth captures your left breast and the moan that escapes from your mouth is loud, causing him to grunt in approval. He makes his way to the other, greedily sucking the fatty mound, playfully nipping at you. You bite your lip, knowing that you should probably stop him but not wanting to.

“How I’ve wanted to know what it would be like to see you squirm in pleasure.” he mumbles, his mouth moving past your navel, makings it way toward your thighs. He pushes you further up in the bed, causing you to giggle as he throws your thighs over his shoulders.

He kisses the sensitive skin on your thigh and you hitch as his tongue draws closer to your center. Knowing how close he was to your center was driving you wild and you give a small moan, hoping he would relieve the pressure between your legs. Instead he ghosts over your center, his mouth blowing softly on your most sensitive spot as he kisses the inside of your other thigh.

“How I’ve imagined how sweet your cunt is…” he murmurs and you look down at him as he watches you, his mouth sucking your thigh slowly, creeping closer to your wet pussy.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” his eyes - the soft chocolate brown irises you had grown accustomed to - watched you now with a untamed wildness to them and it turned you on. This wasn’t the proper, English gentleman who could prescribe a novel to you based on your personality and goofed around childishly with friends. The man before you was more feral, dominating.

It was turning you on so much.

“I want you to touch me.” you whisper suddenly shy and he grins at you, a cocky side grin that knows how to play with you.  

“Where do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to touch you here?” he pokes at your belly button and you laugh, shaking your head.

“Maybe here?” he brings your foot forward, running his hands up the soft pads, causing you laugh louder.

“I know,” he murmurs, his eyes focused on your own. He inserts one of his hands in your wet pussy, watching you as your eyes roll into the back of your head. “You want it here.”

You give a sigh of relief as he continues, his voice low and husky.

“Geez Y/N you’re soaking wet. Is this all for me?”

You give an involuntary groan as you look down at him. He’s smiling as he slides another finger into you, causing you to grip your sheets, your knuckles turning white. He pulls out before sliding back in slowly, watching you squirm. His pace is steady and delicious and you sigh in contentment, his name whispering out of your mouth,

“Oh Ben….”

“You are so fucking beautiful.” he whispers and you look back at him as his head dives between your thighs, his tongue licking up your folds before finding its way to your clit. Your head falls back on the mattress, the moan coming from you sensuous and animal. He grunts in response, sucking your clit harder as his hand pumps into you faster.

You feel your thighs trembling and your hips buck up in response, causing him to push you back down onto the bed with his left hand, your body prisoner to his bidding. You feel your body shaking, building up for that sweet release.

“B….B…..Ben…I….can’t…….I” you bite your lip, trying to contain yourself and Ben pulls away, his thumb taking the place of his tongue.

“Come for me Y/N.” he whispers, his fingers arching up finding your g-spot, making you come undone. You yell, yanking the sheet free from its confines as your body twitches involuntarily. Ben watches you, the lust in his eyes taking over him, before he bends down and his mouth captures your clit again, his tongue sucking at you harder as his fingers curve up again, sending you into another orgasm. You see white, blissful and free.

Ben waits for your breath to steady, placing kisses back up your body as you ride down from your high. He places a soft kiss on your lips, before laying beside you, propping his head on one hand as his other slowly traces up your body lazily, leaving heated goosebumps in its wake.

“That was amazing.” you huffed, turning your head to him and he smiles, humming to himself.  

“I had to make it up to you somehow. My shitty behaviour these past couple of years are unacceptable.”

You nod and he gives a deep sigh before looking at you.

“There’s a lot of making up with you I have to do.”

You give him a soft smile, before getting up, your legs instantly giving out. He catches you in a quick moment, pressing your naked to his clothed one and you hide your face in his neck embarrassed. His erection was bulging against your stomach, re-awakening your senses and causing your mouth to water. You wanted - needed more of him.  

“Not tonight.” he whispers against your hair, sensing your thoughts and pulls away enough to look down at you. 

“Tonight is about you and giving you the pleasure you deserve. I’ve given you enough pain. Consider it punishment.”

He kisses you again, his tongue salty and sweet from you mixing into before pulling away.

“I’m just going to go change.” you whisper, this time slowly making your way to the bathroom. You grab the black and ivory negligee you were going to throw on before his visit, cleaning up and groaning to yourself. You were going to need another shower. You turn off the faucet before you hear his voice through the door.

“I’m just going to run to my room real quick and change.”

“Ok! Just take my room key with you.” you yell back, taking this opportunity to brush your teeth and brush your hair.

Ten minutes later you hear your door opening and you smile, turning off the bathroom light and walking back to the bed.

He stood before you, having changed his outfit to a light grey tshirt and dark blue plaid pants. His eyes slowly rack over your body and he licks his lips involuntarily as his eyes meet yours. You roll your eyes, getting under the covers and shaking your head. You pat the spot next to him and he sighs, sliding in next to you.

“You sure know how to punish a guy…” he mumbles, his arms wrapping around you drawing you closer to him. You giggle as his erection pokes into your back and growls, giving your shoulder a playful bite.

“This is not funny.”

“You’re choosing this. I was going to wear this regardless of you being here or not.” you laugh again and he chuckles, giving you a kiss right below your ear before you both fall asleep.

Bri walks in, quietly opening and closing the door. She knew what she did to her older sister was wrong. But she also knew that she had been denying her feelings for Ben for far too long and she was over waiting for them to get around to it. Which was why she was surprising her with a coffee and bag of muffins.

She also knew that her sister would be the only to keep her from cutting off everyone’s head during this wedding and needed her happy. Alternative motive sure but she truly wanted her sister to be happy.

She walks into the bright room, surprised to not hear the news on and her sister cross-legged on her bed as she did a crossword.

“Y/N” she whispers, walking closer to the bed before she stops. Laying in the bed was Ben, his arm protectively draped over her bigger sister.  Her sister was facing toward her, her arm over his, drawing him closer to her body.

Ben and Y/N were spooning. Bri didn’t know what to do. The immature younger sibling part of her wanted to jump up and down while pointing and screaming “I knew it!”. The other part of her knew that if Y/N found her like this, she would kill her and be miserable, ruining the whole wedding vibe.

Bri sighed, slowly backing up toward the door swallowing her pride. Love prevailed again. She misses the beer can behind her and gives a long sigh as the aluminum breaks the peaceful silence in the room. She closes her eyes, clenching her teeth waiting for the storm to come.

Ben stirs, shifting a bit and she sees him start to pepper kisses on her sister’s shoulders, drawing a slow smile on Y/N’s face. Y/N stirs, taking a deep sigh before slowly opening her eyes to be greeted with her younger sister holding up two coffees and a bag full of pastries.

“Good morning?” Brie meekly whispers, causing Y/N to groan and burrow her face in the pillow she was sleeping on. Ben chuckles, a hoarse laugh as he mutteres,

“So much for keeping it from everyone.”

“Is this 03 or Brotherhood?”, the definitive guide

I know a lot of people have trouble telling the two FMA anime apart, and I’ve noticed an increase in confusion lately, so I thought I’d make a post to help clear it up! I’ll go over some telltale differences between the two styles, in order of ease. For images, Brotherhood will be on the left, and 03 on the right.

1. Al’s armor

If Al is present in an image, he’s the quickest way to tell the difference between the two series. 03 Al is fairly greenish in hue, and his face looks similar to the early stages of the manga, with a very rectangular chin. Brotherhood Al is much greyer, a little shinier, perhaps a bit bulkier, and his face is more angular with a curvier chin, giving him something of a permanent >:( face. His toes curve up in Brotherhood, but not in 03. Also, since the fight with Buccaneer never happened in 03, if Al’s ponytail is short, it’s definitely Brotherhood!

2. Characters who appear in one series but not the other

This is something of a no-brainer, but it’s worth mentioning. Look at what characters are present in the image. Anyone who appears after the Dublith arc in the manga/Brotherhood would not be in 03. Conversely, characters such as Dante, Lujon, Archer, the Tringham brothers, and Leo don’t appear in Brotherhood.

3. The women

While this doesn’t necessarily apply to every screencap, women in 03 tend to have somewhat defined lips, while they don’t usually in Brotherhood (with the exception of Olivier, who wouldn’t be in 03 anyway). This is especially true of promotional art, as opposed to screencaps.

4. The chain

(Running in the shadooooows~)

On every Amestrian military uniform, there’s a rope chain on the right shoulder, which also attaches to the front of the breast. In 03, the bit connecting the chain to the front of the uniform is braided, while in Brotherhood, that portion is a single cord.

5. Colors + general vague feeling

Colors can sometimes be used to tell the difference, if the lighting is standard. Colors in Brotherhood are fairly muted, but not too dark, and generally stick to shades of red, blue, yellow, black, white, and brown. They might almost be described as pastel, at least compared to 03. While colors in 03 are usually more saturated than Brotherhood, they’re also a lot darker, and not nearly as coordinated in hue. Also, 03 characters in general tend to have something of a youthful look to them, compared to Brotherhood, and noses are usually longer and pointier than in Brotherhood.

6. Specific character differences

Certain characters have notably different looks between series. If these characters appear in a screencap, you can look to them for clues. Some examples:

  • Ed: His hair is darker and more orange in 03. He also wears the same outfit throughout most of it, while his alternate outfits from Brotherhood don’t appear. His face shape also pretty much stays the same in 03, while in Brotherhood he matures physically towards the end of the series.
  • Al: His human form in 03 has noticeably darker, more brown hair than Ed, whereas in Brotherhood there’s really very little difference between the two. Shamballa Al is also very distinct: Long hair in a ponytail, basically dresses like Ed. Post-Promised Day Brotherhood Al looks older than Shamballa Al, and has short hair.
  • Winry: Her “work outfit” in 03 had a pink bandana and light purple pants. In Brotherhood, the bandana is green, and her pants are tan.
  • Rose: Had dark skin and pink bangs in 03, while in Brotherhood, her skin is light and her bangs are more of an auburn color. She also appeared much more in 03.
  • Scar: 03 Scar looked way younger, and had no cheekbones. Brotherhood Scar has cheekbones and could crush 03 Scar’s teen vogue looking ass with his bare hands.
  • Bradley: Brotherhood Bradley has wrinkles on his forehead, and a very defined nose. 03 Bradley has a more empty face, and also usually a darker skin tone. Brotherhood Bradley also looks a lot more pissed off compared to 03 Bradley, most of the time.
  • Greed: In 03, Greed’s shield form is dark blue with red eyes. In Brotherhood, it’s grey with black eyes. His undershirt is also dark blue in 03, while it’s dark red in Brotherhood. Also, obviously, Greeling does not appear in 03.
  • Kimblee: Brotherhood Kimblee is a suave ass motherfucker with the best fashion sense in the entire series. 03 Kimblee has this absolutely terrible circa 1980s Rachel Summers-esque braid/buzz cut combo that makes me want to cry every time I look at it.

As seen in the posts about space Australia, and one mentioning AILENS coming during a zombie epidemic (fuckin beautiful I need that to be a story) I had this idea. Group of teenagers. Zombie apocalypse + Aliens. That one post on how weird it is that when we get scared we SING.

Idea: Teenagers singing MCR’s “mama” in the middle of fending off a horde of zombies. Aliens in the sky just happen to listen in.
It had been weeks sense flight crew 158-a landed on the rocky planet, and days since they realized the main intelligent species had been overrun by a viral infection. 3 Terran days ago, they found the group. 10 fledgeling humans, ages seeming to range from before to after development, camping within one of the previous schooling establishments. This one, like a surprising amount of others, had been built with extreme procedure to cause people to be unable to enter or exit. Quite odd, indeed.

What was stranger, is how the humans held their ground during an attack. An estimate of over 60 of the infected, all making their way towards the camp. Instead of fleeing like any Zerca would, they stayed put loading their guns and making their way to high points. On top of the gates, through second-story windows, trees decorating the front and back of the building. And then they waited, and the strangest thing happened. A loud drumming sound came from within the school, coupled with other instruments, and it was resonating with one of the bottom floor rooms. And then their voices started, seemingly ritualistic, anger in the words as bullets started to fire.

“Mama, we all go to hell. Mama we all go to hell-”

Always set aside time in your day to practice mindfulness. Stop and smell the roses. Reflect on your experiences. Discover. Learn. Grow.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

the dregs meme: [1/5] details - Inej’s daggers

Sankt Petyr, renowned for his bravery, on the right; the slender, bone-handled blade she’d named for Sankta Alina on the left. She recited the names of her other knives, too. Sankta Marya and Sankta Anastasia strapped to her thighs. Sankt Vladimir hidden in her boot, and Sankta Lizabeta snug at her belt, the blade etched in a pattern of roses. Protect me, protect me. She had to believe her Saints saw and understood the things she did to survive.

Effort makes you. You will regret someday if you don’t do your best now. Don’t think it’s too late but keep working on it. It may take time, but there’s nothing that gets worse due to practising. So practise. You may get depressed, but its evidence that you are doing good.

Jeon Jungkook

‘A message for those who are stepping forward to a new beginning and challenges’ (BTS begins program book)