the way they look at each other :)))))

Even Bech Næsheim prides himself on being generally pretty decently calm about things. There is one thing though …. he isn’t that calm about.

They are laying in bed, legs tangled and facing each other when it happens. Isak’s eyes shift the slightest bit from Even’s face and seem to focus on something behind him for a split second, then return to Even.

Even knows this. It’s the exact same way his mother had looked his entire life when she contemplated how do break those horrible news to him, whats behind him and at the same time not wanting him to panic.  

Even’s eyes widen and he - with a quickness he didn’t know his sleepy and lanky body was capable of - turns and at the same time scoots away (read: more than half on Isak, who let out an indignant little hmpf).

There it was. Dangling in the space just right behind the spot his head had been a second ago. A freaking Spider. Making a strangled noise Even scoots even further away (read: climbs over Isak) and jumps out of the bed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” his voice is whiny and breathless. Eyes focusing on the little fucker he misses the disbelieving look his boyfriend gives him.

“Babe,” Isak starts, but Even shoots him a scared looking glare. “Don’t Babe me! Kill it!”

Isak raises both brows and opens his mouth. Obviously contemplating if he should continue this conversation or just commit the first degree insect murder. Well, he decides on a compromise. He reaches over and takes it in his hand and-

“OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Isak almost lets the spider go when he jumps at Even’s booming question.

“Jesus Christ, Even! I’m putting it outside! Would you fucking chill?”

Isak moves out of the bed and when he passes Even to get to the window, Even scrambles out of the way and almost out of the room. Isak rolls his eyes when he opens the window and places the spider outside.

“How can you even touch that thing?” Even shivers. He feels phantom spiders all over himself. He shivers again. Bc YUCK!

Isak scoffs “I’ve lived in an actual basement, Even. I lived among them” He seems to get an idea because he grins when he turns around and he raises his eyebrows in a dramatic way. “I am the Master of spiders!” He spreads his arms wide as he says that.

Even can’t help but snort at his silly boy. He is still remaining frozen at the bedroom door, though - arms driving over every part that somehow suddenly feels like little eight-legged things move around on it - so Isak crosses the distance between them.

“All good now. The spider is gone, Evi. Let’s go to sleep.” He says and tugs Even toward the bed.

“Ok, but ….” Even pulls his lips in and stares at the bed. Isak looks between his boyfriend and the bed.

“Uh,… want me to search it?” He asks, shrugging with one shoulder. He really expects Even to say no, of course not but Even’s head snaps to him with a relieved look in his eyes and face and he quickly says “Yes!”

a love spell, or something like it

inspired by a post sara reblogged (this one, specifically) and the resulting conversation about different love spells, where she suggested i write the fic. i said no, go away, it’s late. then i stayed up and wrote the fic.

This doesn’t make any sense.

Though they’d never admit it—Dean especially would never admit it—they’re practically witches themselves at this point. Sam isn’t deluded enough to think otherwise. He has a fair share of spells up his sleeve that he knows by heart by now, a few more he’s working on remembering, and some he still struggles with the incantation, but at the end of the day they frequently speak Latin and throw herbs into flames, so, logically, they’re witches, or close enough to it.

And it’s because of this (and his own unfortunate experience that no one must ever speak of again, thanks) that Sam knows a love spell when he sees one.

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Okay, I’ve done it again. I just can’t help myself. I don’t know what’s going on with me but Yousana has really stolen my heart and I have so many feelings and the only way I can deal with them is writing even though I’m not a writer at all, like I know I’m not really good. It helps that you are all being so amazingly kind to me, you’re inspiring me.

This time I decided to focus more in Yousef, especially his relationship with Elias. I guess you could say Elias is the real mvp of this fic. 

Again, like I said before, please know that this is written with all my respect for the muslim religion. I would never dare to be disrespectful towards any of you. And if you feel like this somehow disrepects you please let me know and I’ll erase it because the last thing I know is to upset any of you. 

This is just me trying to cope with my feelings after yesterday’s clip.

I hope you like it, those of you who take the time to read it.

She still hadn’t answered. Almost 24 hours later and she still hadn’t answered. As soon as he had sent that text he knew that everything was about to change. He had tried to avoid the issue since they had started texting but when she told him that she would try to make her mom believe that he was a good muslim he knew he had to tell the truth. She deserved to know, even if it meant that things between them would be over before even starting.

He hadn’t seen her since last night either. Any other Saturday he would’ve been at the Bakkoush’s with Elias and the rest of the squad but he had managed to convince everyone to go to his house instead. He knew that he needed to keep his distance from Sana, at least until she’d decide to talk to him. It was her choice now and he would respect it whatever it was.

 That didn’t mean that he didn’t have hope that she still would answer him. He had spent the day checking his phone every five minutes, his heart beating faster and faster every time it beeped with a message. He would unblocked his screen with trembling hands only to have his heart broken again each time he’d find that the text he had just received wasn’t from Sana, but from his mom or some other acquaintance.

 This, of course, hadn’t gone unnoticed by his best friend, Elias. He knew something was bugging him but he also knew that Yousef didn’t like to share his feelings with other people so he waited till the rest of the boys had left to talk about it.

 Yousef was still looking at his phone when Elias approached him.

 “Okay dude, what’s going on with you?”

Yousef looked at his friend who was standing in front of him with a concerned look on his face.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Yousef, it’s me, you can try to pretend that you’re cool with the others but not with me. I know something’s going on with you since yesterday and I want to know what so I can help you”

“I’m telling you Elias, I’m fine”

“And I’m telling you, I don’t buy it”

“Whatever” Yousef said standing up from the couch and walking by Elias.

“Does this have something to do with my sister?”Elias said making Yousef stop dead on his tracks.

He slowly turned around to look at Elias in shock. He wished he hadn’t heard well, he wished his friend hadn’t just said what he thought he had. He couldn’t know.

“I’m going to ask you this once, just once Yousef and I really hope you answer me with the truth. What’s going on between you and my sister? And don’t tell me it’s nothing because I don’t believe it. I’m not stupid.”

“Nothing is going on…”


“…anymore. Nothing is going on anymore” The truth of his words made Yousef want to cry. Because that was it. Nothing was going, not anymore.

“What do you mean by that? What happened between you two?”

“I screwed up Elias, I screwed up big time” he took a deep breath trying to keep the tears away just like he had been doing the whole day.

“Okay, okay Yousef, relax. Take it easy” Elias said when he saw the state his friends was in “Come here, sit and tell me everything”

“You’re going to hate me” Yousef said but he obeyed his friend and sat on the couch next to him.

“Yousef, I’m trying really hard to stay calm, it’s my sister who you’re talking about. But you’re my best friend and I’m willing to listen to you so please, just be honest and tell me what’s going on”

“I like Sana, Elias. I like her a lot” he said with a huge sigh.

“Okay that I already knew. I mean do you think I don’t see the way you look at each other? And I know yesterday you took the blame for her, not for me.”


“Wait, is that what this is about? Do you think what? That my parents will give you a hard time or something?”

“No, no, it’s not that, it’s not that” he took a deep breath before continuing “After we left the house yesterday, she texted me”

“You text each other…”Elias said raising his eyebrows

“It’s really new, I added her on facebook last week and we started talking about random things, I honestly just wanted to make her laugh”

“So when I said that you two were flirting in the kitchen that day I was right, you were”

Yousef only looked at his friend not really knowing what to say.

“Okay, okay, I’m not judging, I’m not judging, continue. She texted you last night. What did she say?”

“She said…” he covered his face with his hands trying to gain strength to continue “She said she would convince your mom that I’m a good muslim even though I drink vodka” he mumble between his hands.

“But…Yousef, you’re not…I mean you don’t…”

Yousef looked at his friend and bit his bottom lip while nodding.

“I know…and now she knows too. I told her the truth yesterday and she hasn’t answered since and to be honest that doesn’t surprise me. Go on, yell at me, tell me how I shouldn’t have approached her in the first place when I knew what would happen, even punch me if you want, I deserve it”

“I’m not going to punch you, you dickhead”

“I should’ve told her sooner, I know I should’ve told her. I just…it felt so good to talk to her. I thought…I thought that maybe if I waited a little bit longer she and I would connect you know? Like really connect and that eventually when I would tell her, we would find a way to work things out. But yesterday, I couldn’t just lie to her, it’s one thing not to tell the truth and another to lie. And to think that I’ve put so much effort in trying to get her to like me and now…she and me, it’s impossible. And don’t tell me it’s not because you know it is”

“I’m not going to tell you it’s not impossible, Yousef”

Yousef’s heart broke a little more because as much as he was trying to convince himself, deep down he wanted to hear his friend giving him some hope.

“But I’m not going to tell you that it is impossible either” Elias continued “Because it’s not my call. It’s hers and it’s yours. If you want my opinion, all I can tell you is that I can’t think of someone better for my sister than you, you’re my best friend and the nicest guy I know and I want the best for my little sister. And yes, I would’ve preferred if you had told her sooner because you knew how much her faith means to her. But again, it’s not my decision. It’s between you and her.”

 He had spent the whole day trying to keep the tears away but right now Yousef couldn’t help but let some roll down his face.

“She won’t talk to me Elias, you know that.”

“Maybe not now, but give her time. It’s a lot to process.”

“I don’t even know if she liked me back or if it was all in my head”

“Believe me, she likes you, I know my sister, I know the way she looks at you. She likes you but you have to give her time and space so she can think about what she wants. Just don’t give up on her yet. Let her come to you when she’s ready to talk and whatever decision you two make it’ll be the best for you whether it is moving forward or stop everything at all.”

Yousef nodded while wiping away the tears from his face.

“Thank you. Seriously Elias, I needed this.”

“That’s what friends are for”


Sana? Are you in there?” Elias said knocking at his sister’s door. “Come on sis, let me in”

“What do you want Elias?” She said opening the door and letting him in.

She was a having a hell of a day and she didn’t want to listen to his brother, she knew he was probably there to lecture her about the party from last night.

“I’ve talked to him Sana, I’ve talked to Yousef”

Sana froze in the place. She had been holding the tears for so long, trying to be strong but she couldn’t take it anymore. It started slowly, only a couple of tears but as they continue rolling down her face she couldn’t help but continue crying until it turn into a uncontrollable sob.

“Come here” Elias said pulling her in a hug.

She didn’t remember the last time she had hugged his brother but right now it was all she needed so she let him.

“What am I going to do?” She mumbled against Elias’ shirt.

“You don’t have to do anything. Not right now. You can take all the time you need to think. It’s up to you Sana, no one is going to judge you whatever you decide”

He felt her nod but he didn’t let go. Instead he hugged her tighter and rested his chin above her head.

“It’s okay, it’s all going to be okay” he whispered, and he sure wished it was the truth. 

Okay, this is it. Again I’m sorry this is too long. And I hope this doesn’t upset anyone in any way. 

Thank you so so much for reading it means the world to me.

I hope you like it and it’s okay if you don’t.

Also sorry for the grammar english is not my first language and I suck at descriptions.

Thank you again!

Ok I joke that everything yumikuri is gay

But I would like to commend yumikuri for being canon, at least, on Ymir’s side, and not having it be a big deal.

It’s not used as a gimmick.

It’s not like…a desperate marketing trick. You know, look at these cute lesbians being cute.

Ymir is crass and doesn’t give a shit and Christa has suicidal tendencies and other issues that are extremely plot relevant.

They don’t spend the entire story griping each other either.

So when I say look how gay Ymir is here or I make a joke about how obvious these lesbians are.

I’m only joking because yumikuri honestly is treated like a completely normal relationship and it being gay is not played up or exaggerated or awful in any way.

Thank you Isayama.

#266: He Catches You Checking Him Out


It’s just gonna be a small preference tonight, it’s been a very long day in the swimming hall and since this was a request I wanted to write it as fast as possible. I hope you’ve all had a great day and I like potatoes. 

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here


“Like what you see?” You had no idea how long you had been staring, you had almost become frozen. It was coincidentally you had looked towards his direction just out of habit, you had some sort of conversation and it was normal to look at each other. But the way he was looking tonight was something way different, the tie, the blazer. Everything about him was just so perfect you didn’t blame yourself for being caught by staring. “Is it that obvious?” You smiled and slowly fiddled with hie tie once it was in your reach. “Yes, but I love it.” He smiled brightly and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. 


“Y/N you’re drooling.” “I’m not.” You disagreed fast by Michael’s comment but it wasn’t like you were removing your eyes from your sight. Calum was walking around without any shirt on, it wasn’t something out of the ordinary but there was something about him you couldn’t take your eyes off. Maybe its as the way he was tensing his shoulders once in a while. “You totally are.” Michael laughed while observing you, Calum coming over to you by the stares you had been sending him for a long time now. “You got something here sweety.” He gently said and removed the small drool from your mouth, Michael laughing hardly inside. 


You had barely gotten the chance to say anything. You weren’t even sure if it was that obvious, you had only been standing against the doorframe for less than five minutes. It was rare he was awake before you were, with schedule busy sleep was the most important thing to him. But this morning it was something different, he was up and hovering over the stove with messy morning hair. “I think I had to do something in return.” He hummed and looked up for the first time. He was aware you had been staring and a small hint of blush was on his cheeks. “Just because you are so insanely amazing.”


There was something about the way he was drumming that always left you gazing meters from apart. You were standing in the backstage area but still visible to the stage where soundcheck was currently rehearsed. The way Ashton was swinging the drumsticks and letting the sweat drip down from his shirtless body left you biting down on your lip. You knew it was obvious you were staring and you couldn’t help it. The little embarrassed smile on your face was there once he caught up with what you were doing, his eyebrows furrowing confused at first but then he just smiled and stuck his tongue out being the little tease. 

anonymous asked:

I've noticed Jensen shuts down or says Destiel doesn't exist only when he does panels with Jared. But when he does panels with Misha he gives or tries to give a more honest meaningful answer about their characters relationship. He doesn't shut it down so quickly. Thoughts?

So like I said in the previous post  [x], I feel like this has less to do with the specific question being asked, and more to do with Jensen’s overall personality. Now let me preface this by saying, I don’t think that Jensen loves Jared more than Misha or vice versa—I think they’re both his best friends and he loves them equally. Their friendships are different however, and that makes all the difference in how Jensen acts when he is alone with either of them. Age has a lot to do with it; and I will use myself as an example here: I have (had … one passed away) two best friends who I adore with all my heart. One friend is younger than me by a few years, and the other was my age—older only by a couple months. Although I love them equally, I acted completely different with each one when we’d hang out. My younger best friend is like my little sister. I want to protect her first and foremost. I feel like that’s my job, so even though we can both get crazy and silly when we’re out and about, my first reaction whenever she suggests going on some new adventure, is to be calm, subdued and think “is this a good idea?” because—well, that’s the role I’ve always played in our friendship. I am the older, “wiser”, moral compass of the two and I need to help her navigate the best paths through life.

Now my other best friend … she and I always got into stupid situations together—and I was usually the one spearheading those plans. We would be loud and obnoxious and weird, because we weren’t necessarily “looking out for one another” (although, we did that too) but we were always trying to push each other a little further outside of our comfort zones. We saw ourselves in each other, and therefore, we saw our strengths and our weaknesses for what they were, and we tried to improve our lives—together. Whenever one of us got too “protective” of the other, it usually caused conflict, because neither of us played that role in the relationship. We were “equals” when it came to authority … and I think that is more the way Jensen and Misha see one another. Jensen looks at Misha as that crazy guy with no inhibitions whom he wants to be like; so when they’re together one on one, it’s like he has permission to let down his guard. When Jensen’s with Jared however, he needs to be in that big brother-protector mode. He watches over Jared as the guy explores his own limits.—  and don’t get me wrong, I think Jensen loves that role. That’s a deeply ingrained position for him, not just because that’s what he plays opposite of Jared on the show, but Jensen is a big brother in real life, and he’s used to being that protective watchman for his little brother and sister as well. I know I love being that person for my younger best friend (as well as my biological younger sister). I love being the one she can lean on, depend on, look up to. It’s very important to me and I think it’s extremely important to Jensen. Just look at how he acted when Jared had to leave Rome early because he was having a hard time with his depression. Jensen wanted nothing more than to protect that man, and he was a little anxious since Jared wasn’t within eyesight—he wanted to be able to make sure that he was okay.

So how does this affect the way he answers questions, you ask (to finally get back to the matter at hand) well, everything that I already pointed out, explains why Jensen responds differently in similar situations. When he and Jared are on stage, Jared usually does most of the talking, and Jensen jumps in when he feels it’s necessary. And any question that a fan asks him directly is usually answered in a brief and vague sort of way. Jensen is not long-winded when he’s on stage with Jared because his focus wants to be on Jared. He wants to be able to stand back a bit and “keep watch” and that’s easier when Jared is the one doing all the talking, so Jensen will keep his own answers brief.

With Misha however, he doesn’t need to be the protector (in fact, he might need a protector from some of Misha’s craziness every now and then … which is why Jared and Misha can get along so well).  So he can break into these long winded, deep, enthusiastic answers to questions because he knows that Misha is perfectly fine in the meantime, and probably doing something crazy behind him while he talks. So no matter what question he’s answering, whether it’s something simple or something about ships or what have you—Jensen will speak more, be more open, be more free with his words because he doesn’t have to take things as seriously with Misha around. More likely than not, if things start getting too serious on stage, Jensen knows he can count on Misha to break the tension at just the right time.

With my best friend who was a little older than me—I knew that when I started to get a little too loud, a little too crazy, she would always be there to quiet me down and to distract other people from my awkwardness. I think that’s how Jensen and Misha’s friendship works. Their reactions have nothing to do with any specific question that they get asked, and everything to do with the roles Jensen, Jared and Misha all play in each other’s lives. Each one is vital to who they are, and they all managed to slip perfectly into those places. They each fit together like puzzle pieces, and the final image is that of three best friends who make each other so happy and feel so complete, that their joy becomes infectious and radiates through anyone who sees it.

So we need to stop assuming that one particular action or one particular response is a blanket-emotion for Jensen’s (or anyone’s) life. Every situation is unique, but if you dig deep enough, you can find the real reason why someone reacts the way they do—and nine times out of ten, it’ll be due to love and a feeling of necessity rather than one of hate and loathing.

Jensen is a complex human being, but when it comes to Jared and Misha—his mannerisms become pretty simple. He loves them both. They’re both his best friends, and no one, solitary moment on stage is going to prove otherwise.

viktor loves yuuri’s chub canon confirmed

It’s just a general fact of life that Yuuri spends an absurd amount of time sitting in Viktor’s lap, but it’s even worse when both of them are drunk. Well, not worse, Viktor thinks. It’s better, no matter what their friends say, or the fact that they groan every time Yuuri finds his way into Vitkor’s lap for the first time of the evening.

Viktor hardly pays them any mind. He has his beautiful fiancé sitting in his arms, soft and warm against his chest, and nothing else in the entire world matters. Both of them are more than halfway drunk, in each other’s arms, leaning into each other happily. Viktor is happy.

“Yuuri.” Viktor mumbles his name into Yuuri’s shoulder, then tilts his head to kiss Yuuri’s neck.

Yuuri twists in his arms, clumsily wiggling until he’s sitting sideways across Viktors lap, so he can look Viktor in the face and sling his arms over Viktor’s shoulders. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are bright. There’s a soft, content smile playing around the corners of his mouth. “Yes, Viktor?”

Viktor grins at him. He leans in, drops a kiss onto the tip of Yuuri’s nose. “You’re so beautiful,” Viktor says reverently. He reaches up and brushes a stray hair away from Yuuri’s face. “My Yuuri is the most beautiful.”

The flush on Yuuri’s cheeks deepens and he leans forward to bury his face in the crook of Viktor’s neck. “Shhhhh,” he mumbles, nuzzling into Viktor’s skin.

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anonymous asked:

I think it's more likely Cas was able to find the Colt by just looking around a little bit... Dean's room is pretty minimalist, and I don't think it would have been that hard to find it. I love Destiel, but I don't think Dean and Cas are secretly cuddling/fucking.

Heck, friendo. NONE OF US ////SERIOUSLY//// THINK THAT.

It’s called FUN. We’re making JOKES. We find that’s an effective way to manage sadness and tension and make each other laugh. Because we enjoy fun.

Or maybe they are secretly cuddling?

KIDDING. Okay, sheesh.

But really this is why they can’t be in the same room for more than five minutes, because the tension between them is that palpable. They’ve been at intense violin high note status for a comically long time now. Either something’s gotta give, they have to stay away from each other, or the violinist is gonna drop dead from holding that note.

This is why we write coda fic where they DO, because watching them together like that… we just want them to have nice things that they won’t let themselves have in canon.

But honestly? I think Cas just knew that Dean keeps important weapons close. He’s been doing it for years, since long before Cas ever met him. And if the Colt wasn’t out on display in Dean’s room, under the pillow is probably the first place *I* would;ve looked as well.

But I hope you get that my ridiculous post about how Cas found it was intended to be mostly humorous. I thought the winky finger guns emoji at the end of the post would convey that fact. Guess I was wrong…

anonymous asked:

Forehead touching :D

Neither one exactly knew when it started.   It had always just been.  The gentle press of their foreheads to each other was always comforting and one of the first touches of intimacy beyond a kiss that they had shared.  

If they thought about it, the first occurrences came very early, when they’d reached a point where embraces in public were not hidden.  Anna was always quick to find Kristoff whenever he’d visit at the castle. She’d press her cheek into Kristoff’s chest, welcoming him and trying as hard as she could to reach her hands all the way around his back.  Kristoff would pull her even closer, enveloping her body in his hug.  There’d be a moment when they’d both look into each other’s eyes.  Perhaps it was Anna, but more than likely Kristoff, who first tilted his head a little lower to rest against Anna’s.

It evolved quickly into their secret language.  If no one was around, there was always more.  But in public at that point in the relationship, anything beyond a hug and chaste kiss on the cheek was not deemed acceptable.  It became a comfort for them and stayed with them even in they were alone. With every step they took farther, there was always a pause first; a deliberate touch of foreheads.  They would be so close, sharing the same breath and they knew it was okay to continue.  Later, when air was thick and their bodies hot and slick, one of them would grab the other’s face and lean down for the contact.  To see the want in each other’s eyes and share in the intensity was many times beyond words.  

There were other times as well.  It would follow a smile as they lay together in front of the fire.  A silent I love you after a dance completed during a ball and right before they would separate with Anna having to tend to her duties.  It gave Kristoff solace as he watched her dance with another foreign dignitary and eager would-be suitor.  

That was something they no longer had to concern themselves with the evening they stood hand in hand in front of the closed doors to the same ballroom.  Anna looked up to Kristoff full of happiness and nervous energy. There was no stopping him from dipping his head to kiss her.  They reluctantly ended the kiss quickly, but their foreheads remained together until the doors opened for them to make their first entrance as husband and wife.

None of this is on Kristoff’s mind now as he sits on the bed next to Anna.  She leans against him, head resting on his chest right next to his heart.  He’s made no attempt to stop his tears, only wiping his cheek occasionally to keep any of them from falling from where they’ve pooled along his jaw.  Kristoff bends slightly to kiss his newborn son then repeats the action with Anna.  She looks up to him with the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen and they both lean in, foreheads lightly touching.  I love you, they say to each other without words.

I know this relationship isn’t talked about much but I need everyone to know how beautiful Noora and Sana’s friendship is

Every time they’re together they’re on the same wavelength. Noora has always admired and respected Sana for her kindness, her wisdom and her poise and since the very beginning when Noora joined the squad because of her… like

They’re worlds apart!! Noora and Sana’s lifestyles are just so different (and I’m not just talking about Islam, but just their style, their way of interacting with others, their life stories… they really couldn’t be more different) and yet time and time again they’ve always looked out for each other and made a point to be there when the other needed them most. From when Noora needed advice about William, to when Noora needed to talk about her assault, to now– and I’m just so so so eager to see a parallel this season with Noora being the person Sana goes to. Because Noora would be there in a heartbeat!! Noora believes in Sana and cares for Sana like no other!! I love Noora and Sana so much and the way they empower each other and stand by each other and I need this to friendship to fLOURISH

anonymous asked:

that's fine, thank you! i was wondering how you envision how sunny and veil first met?

it didn’t feel like a break when it happened. in fact, sunny hadn’t felt it at all until the fight was over, the smell of blood thick in the air and pain shooting through his shoulder like someone had shoved a knife through it. what was worse was how it looked, his shoulder gone terribly bruised, all purple and red. every tiny movement shot pain through his chest and down his arm in a way that made him want to grit his teeth to dust.

it was easy to hide it from almost everyone, his expression stony the whole ride back even though it took every fiber of his being not to flinch when his arm jostled. the other clippers didn’t look at him twice and quinn certainly didn’t either, but there was nothing he could hide from waldo.

“you’re not very smart are you.” each one of waldo’s words were gritted out and cutting, but the frown furrowing his thick brows was heavy with concern as he stared sunny down, two fingers sunk into his bicep. sunny breathed in slow, avoiding waldo’s gaze because he didn’t have anything to say. he didn’t like this. the pain was one thing but getting hurt itself was another. he hadn’t gotten hurt like this since he was a colt. he had lost focus for a second and now he was paying the consequences. a cut here and there was one thing, but this… if it was a break it wasn’t good.

“go see veil.” waldo grunted, turning away from sunny dismissively.

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mad-love-harlequin  asked:

Did you see the article saying that all this (FP being arrested) is going to bring Jughead & Betty even closer??

No, I didn’t!! (If you have the link, I would love to read it!)

Either way, I’m sure it will. I mean, when he calms down, he’s gonna realize that she wasn’t lying to him and that even if he literally ran away from her, she didn’t give up on looking and for him.

Betty went after him, and for someone who has this trauma related to people leaving his life, I’m guessing this gesture will make Jug quite emotional…

Also, they’re eventually gonna realize that their love for each other is mutual, and that no matter what, they can count on and trust each other.

She’s the girl who went after him and he’s the boy who stayed for her.

And that’s too beautiful.


Quintis Wedding Countdown
Day 7 - General: I’ll Be There For You…

“Spending your life scared to connect to someone isn’t any way to live.”

Whatever the season, whatever the reason, I love the little looks and moments that pass between them that underscore that they want the best for each other, support each other and have each other’s backs – as teammates and friends. Friends who love each other…it doesn’t get any better than that. 

Dating Irene would include...

Originally posted by bubbleflexe

  • Lots of longing looks at each other and secret glances before you two went public
  • You two had dated way back before she became an sm trainee. You’d met in high school and from the first moment you saw her you knew you were in love
  • Irene didn’t really notice you at first but when she was asked by your math professor to be your tutor you two spent a lot more time together and she started noticing all these cute quirks you have
  • Similarly, you notice little changes in Irene’s demeanor and can read her body language very well
  • which is how you ended up together
  • there is so much that goes unsaid because you two can just know what the other is feeling/trying to say/wants via looks and body language
  • When she tells you she’s been accepted as a trainee you’re overjoyed and you two go out to celebrate
  • the relationship does suffer a bit during the early trainee years
  • she’s spending so much time training that you two don’t see each other as much
  • and when you two do hang out she’s quiet and not up for going places, she’s tired and you understand that but you miss your old joohyun
  • but you two make it through the growing pains and you’re Irene’s biggest supporter 
  • when she mentioned how hard it is to befriend the other girls because so many seem to think she’s cold you give her advice 
  • Once she debuts things get more complicated because your relationship becomes even more secretive 
  • You and Irene don’t fight often but when you do it’s almost always about not being able to hang out or see each other as often
  • After the fight, when you two have had time to clear your heads, you buy her something purple and apologize
  • You always apologize by giving her something purple, in all shades. Sometimes it’s flowers, food, or toys.
  • She apologizes to you too and to show you she’s serious about you she tells the other girls in the group about you 
  • You come to the dorm all the time once the girls know 
  • Things are easier 
  • Until, all the rumors about Irene seeing someone start to sprout up and Irene tells you that she won’t be able to see you until the rumors go away
  • Then it’s you spending every day and night watching your phone waiting for her to text you or call you to tell you it’s okay to see her again
  • you’re in agony not being able to hold her or see her smile or get the light scent of her shampoo tickling your nose when the wind picks up and shifts her hair
  • You’re at home, just watching your phone when you hear your doorbell ring
  • You groan, hating to have to move away from your phone, and get up to answer it
  • You open it without looking through the peephole and you’re in complete shock when you see Irene with food and flowers in her hands standing on your porch. She’s smiling, and you can see the tears forming at the corner of her eyes.
  • She runs to you and once she’s inside she drops the things in her hands and wraps them around you
  • “Jagi, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” she whispers 
  • You wrap your arms around her and kiss the top of her head. You’ve missed her too much
  • You two remain entwined for a few minutes then you pull away and close the door. Irene picks up the flowers she’d brought you and the food. She hands you the flowers. “For you, I know these are your favorite.”
  • You take them and smile. “Thank you,” you reply and go to get a vase to put them in. 
  • Irene meanwhile sets out the food and you grab some plates. 
  • Once you two are seated Irene scoots her chair closer to you. You can’t help but smile
  • While you two eat Irene tells you about their latest promotions and group activities. She asks you if you saw her performing on tv 
  • “I did, and you were amazing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” you tell her and kiss her cheek
  • After you two are done eating you begin to clean up. While you’re doing the dishes Irene helps out, you scrub she washes. 
  • As you’re handing her the last plate Irene clears her throat. “I uhm, (y/n) I have something to tell you.” 
  • Her somber tone of voice leads you to think something is wrong. “Joo, is everything okay?”
  • Irene takes a deep breath and turns to you. “I told the company about us, and that I want to go public. You’ve been so good to me and patient these last few years….I don’t know why but you’re still here, through it all you’ve been my biggest supporter.” Irene cups your cheek. “I need the world to know how amazing you are, and how much I love you.”
  • Then she brings your lips to hers for a slow, long overdue, kiss. You place your hands at her hips and revel in the taste of her lips. Wow, you’d almost forgotten how dizzy her kisses make you feel. Seven years into dating and she still makes your heart skip a beat.
  • As the past seven years play over in your head while you’re kissing her a sudden realization comes to you. When you two pull apart Irene rests her forehead on yours, smiling. 
  • You look at her, and know instantly that she’s the only woman you ever want to be with. 
  • You pull away from her and hold her hands. “Marry me Bae Joohyun.”

Originally posted by omyseulgi

it’s going to rain tomorrow, i held off on telling ppl, i’m pretty sure i didn’t tell the wrong ppl or didn’t tell them the right way, and one of the role model elder gay ppl i was rly looking forward to seeing died and his funeral is on the same day 

honestly my biggest worry about my wedding tomorrow is that nobody will bother to show up, just like my open mics. it will be my wife, her boyfriend who will get grumbly, my mom and dad glaring daggers at each other, my brother and 4 of his punk friends whose names i don’t remember, a dude my wife met at a convention 2 months ago, and my best friend from middle school who drove in to get her cat back. the cake will not show up and i will be judged for my choice of venue, food, and date. 

a) is this normal 

b) would my shitty bachelor party where i only had $20, went to 2 of my cheap favorite industrial bars with my friends and couldn’t afford the cover on Sports Event Night, went to the bar my brother works at for solace and food and found neither, came home to find out that all the pizza places were closed, and wrote a blog about it be more/less funnier more/less sympathetic if i was a dude 

c) what do normal women do/worry about the night before they are about to get married 


inell  asked:

Allison/Scott/Stiles - "You’re lucky you’re cute…”

Stiles and Allison are on the bed, kissing and enjoying the touch of each other when Scott comes barging in.

Stiles flops to his back and groans. “Scotty, you’re lucky you’re cute because things were seriously getting interesting.”

“I know, I can smell it,” Scott tells him, sounding breathless like he ran all the way to Stiles’ house. “But I have to tell you guys something.”

“What is it?” Allison asks, sitting up. She looks concerned, so Stiles sits up too, figuring this is something important.

“I’m kind of jealous,” he says.

“Scott, you said you didn’t have a problem with me asking out Ally. I wouldn’t have done it if you still had feelings for her.” Stiles is honest too. He and Scott had a lengthy discussion about it when Stiles first discovered he had feelings for Allison.

“I know I know,” Scott says, holding a hand up to stop Stiles from saying anything else. “But here’s the thing. I think I have feelings for both of you.”

The room is eerily quiet especially considering who’s in it. The three of them are never silent with each other. They’re either laughing or talking or fighting bad guys together. It’s never silent.

“Huh,” Stiles says. “That’s…interesting.”

Allison looks over at Stiles. “You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about dating Scott.”

“Oh, I have, and I’ll fully admit to it,” Stiles says freely. “I just. Never thought about dating you guys at the same time.”

Scott pulls Stiles’ computer chair over to sit in front of the bed. “Maybe we could at least talk about it?”

And talk about it they do. They come to a tentative solution to at least try dating each other and if it doesn’t work out, no hard feelings.

Spoiler alert: it works out.

anonymous asked:

Steph and Matthew making up after an argument? (I was watching the 6 mil stream and Matthew mentioned how they agreed to never go to bed angry at each other so I immediately thought of this) ~🌸

“You ready to talk?”

Stephanie slowly pulled her face out of the pillow and looked up at Matthew where he stood in the doorway. She knew her face was a bit of a mess (crying followed by nearly suffocating yourself tended to do that) but even with her vision still blurry from tears, she could see Matt was standing awkwardly, hands shoved in his pockets and head bowed slightly. He wasn’t risking more than just the occasional quick half second of eye contact with her, and Stephanie could tell by how red his cheeks and eyes were that she hadn’t been the only one crying.

Nodding silently, Stephanie sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees as Matt sat down on the bed beside her. They were quiet for a moment before he spoke. “I’m sorry for being annoying. I know you were having a bad day and I was trying to make you laugh, but it didn’t occur to me that you just weren’t in a laughing mood and I shouldn’t have tried to bug you.” Matthew said, scooting a little closer to Stephanie. “I’m sorry I lost my temper at you. You were just trying to help, I shouldn’t have exploded at you.” She replied just as quietly and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Matthew wrapped an arm around her and Stephanie moved so she was sitting between his legs and leaning against his chest. “Sorry I made your day worse, Steph.” He apologized, and Stephanie pressed a kiss over his heart. “You never make my days worse. I just wasn’t in a joking mood, but that’s no excuse for taking it out on you, honey.” She felt Matt kiss the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her tightly and leaning against their headrest. Stephanie let out a soft little noise of displeasure at being moved, and she felt the vibrations of a barely held back laugh where she was resting on Matt’s chest.

“You’re cute.” He teased and gently patted at the drying tears on Steph’s face with his sleeve. “You’re cuter. And I did find your joke about the kittens funny.” Stephanie admitted and reached up to gently tweak his nose, smiling at the huff of laughter Matthew let out. “Exactly, I’m the funny one. You’re the cute one.” Steph raised an eyebrow and snuggled closer against Matt, shutting her eyes as she felt one of his hands gently rubbing her back. “Then who’s the smart one?” She asked. “Obviously you. You’re cute and smart, I’m funny and lucky.” Cracking open an eyelid, Stephanie looked up at Matt and saw him staring down at her lovingly. “Lucky?” He smiled, ducking down to kiss her gently. “Because I have you. No matter how many dumb things we argue about, I have you.” He explained, kissing her again.