→ a really really really belated happy merry new christmas year to @pocketofjeonbunny! I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT I GOT CAUGHT UP WITH THINGS AND I JUST DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE YOU AND TIME WENT BY FASTER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD–they’re all really bad excuses and I’m so sorry for making you wait,,, but hi! I’m your Secret Santa~ It was a lot of fun talking to you within the short time AND OMFG YES STAN STRAY KIDS AYYYY. I hope we can be mutuals and continue talking to each other and I hope you have an amazing year!
Link: AO3 Square Filled: photographer!dean Ship: Dean x Reader Rating: Teen Tags: mild language
Summary: This week started off on a sour note, but by the time I pulled in to the track, I was ready to finish off the week on a better one. And maybe so does someone else.
Word Count: 1560
A/N: This was kind of a fun chapter, it has less racing/photography and more insight. I wasn’t sure if that was the path I wanted to take, but it flowed so naturally that I had to take it!
A/N 2: I am sooooo sorry this is late! I want to say work/life in general has been crazy, but that’s not an excuse to not even have this queued up! I’m currently editing the last chapter and hoping to have that out no later than Tuesday! Okay, enough of my babbling, Enjoy!!!
It was only Sunday and my week was shaping up to be
disastrous. My main computer, the one that is pretty much exclusively for my
photos, took the worlds largest crap and would not restart. Didn’t matter what
I tried to do to fix it, nothing worked. So instead of the usual 8-ish hours it
takes me to get a sort done, I was still working through it by Wednesday on my
slow as balls laptop.
I was frustrated, sleep-deprived and just plain
cranky. I don’t like being late with the upload, it was a standard set by the
old man and one I was proud of keeping. I may have hung up on Charlie when she
called to talk. I don’t even know what it was about.
Why do I always have to defend myself when I say, “I love Star Wars!” ?!
Is it because I’m a woman?! I’m beginning to think it is. WHY do I have to go into this truth-check rant about when I first became a fan? Why do I have to put up with you quizzing me about my knowledge of the lore?! Why, when I’m looking for help in the bookstore to find a Star Wars Legacy novel, do I need to hear, “Oh. Must be a new trilogy fan…” Excuse me but, FUCK OFF. Twat.
The twat salesperson couldn’t have been any older than I am…like I’m sorry I didn’t know you were a Star Wars fan in utero….
“Good morning,” Moira purred as your eyes finally fluttered
“Hmmm, mornin’,” you yawned, cuddling up against her and
letting out a small sigh of content while her fingers ran through your hair.
She was silent for a moment as she watched you. The crack in
the curtains allowed a line of light fall across you and illuminate your beauty.
Her heart began thumping harder as she looked down at you, wondering just how
she was so lucky to have you in her life. But her increasing heartrate didn’t go
“What’s wrong?” you asked, looking up with wide eyes, hand resting
on her chest.
“Nothing is wrong,” she assured you, grabbing your hand and
giving it a small squeeze. “On the contrary, everything is so right.”
You rolled your eyes and raised your head to press your lips
“Wouldn’t expect you to be so gushy, Dr. O’ Deorain,” you
mumbled against her lips. She quietened you by returning the kiss with more
ferocity. Her arm wrapped around you and pulled you close to her. She only
broke the kiss when she became so giddy she couldn’t hold back any more.
“Well prepare for things to get a lot sappier, I have a
small gift for you.”
With great reluctance she pulled away and rolled out of bed,
humming your favourite song as she opened a drawer and began rifling through
it. You flopped back down on your plush pillow as you sang along to the tune she
“Ah! Here it is. Okay, close your eyes,” she ordered,
keeping the gift close to her chest.
You sat up and closed your eyes. You extended your hand as
you eagerly awaited her surprise. She admittedly wasn’t the best with gifts,
opting for practicality over sentiment. But you loved every gift because it was
from her. You felt the bed dip as she sat at the edge before she pressed a
small box into your hand.
“Okay, open them.”
Once opened, your eyes went wide as the light caught the
diamond ring which sat in a rich velvet box. You were lost for words and air as
your eyes went from it to her. She bit her lip, going bright red under your
“You’ve shown me what love can feel like. Something I
believed was an impossibility. And it is something I could never live without.
So I would like to secure it as mine, if you would allow me. So, (Y/N)… Will
you marry me?”
“That’s gonna dissolve in 2 hours!” “No no no no. Come fix this.” “2 hours! You deserve that” “I got ice cream in here!” “You deserve that. You’re a criminal!”
[image description: Aaron Davis sits on the bumper of his car, his left hand still webbed to the trunk door, his right wrapped around a tub of ice cream he’s been drinking from. Melted ice cream is left on his face]
While I have a million-and-one ideas for dad!Tony fanart, figured I should start the Spiderman fanart ball rolling with a tribute to the real hero of the movie. Hat tip to Aaron Davis and a moment of silence for his ruined ice cream… Geez Spidey, have a heart
Harry gave Draco a skeptical look as the blond blew his nose for the seventh time since he had entered the room five minutes ago.
“Right,” Harry said, clicking his tongue.
“I am not sick,” Draco growled. He turned his back to Harry and made his way to the sofa, plopping down on it.
“Draco, there is no shame in being sick.”
“I am not- not- Achoo!”
Harry handed Draco another tissue before sitting down next to him. He lifted his hand and gently put it on Draco’s forehead.
“Oh, you’re burning up.”
“I’m not,” Draco said, pushing Harry’s hand away. “Besides, I feel cold.”
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You’re obviously running a fever. Maybe I should call Hermione. I’m sure she could cure you of-”
“I don’t need her. I don’t need anything,” Draco interrupted him. “I am perfectly fi- fi- Achoo!”
Harry let out a sigh and shook his head.
“At least lie down and rest for a bit?”
Draco gave him a dark look that didn’t last for long.
“Well… I am a little tired.”
“Alright then,” Harry said, making room for Draco to lie down. He summoned two blankets from their bedroom and tucked his boyfriend in.
“There,” Harry said soothingly. “Sleep it off, okay?” He stroked Draco’s hair who nodded weakly before his eyelids fluttered shut.
After making sure Draco was fast asleep, Harry went into the kitchen to prepare something for Draco to eat when he woke up. He knew just what to do.
Two hours later, when Harry went back to the living room, a vase and several books were floating in mid-air, right above Draco’s head. Harry quickly set the tray of steaming porridge he was holding down on the table and got out his wand. He sent the vase and the books back to the shelf and kneeled down beside Draco.
“I think you’re magic is going a bit bonkers,” he murmured. Draco cracked open an eye and smiled dazedly at Harry.
“Hey,” he croaked.
“Hey.” Harry stroked his hair again and seated himself on the edge of the couch. “Are you hungry?”
“Ugh!” Draco weakly shook his head and scrunched up his nose.
“Come on, it’s Molly’s secret porridge recipe. Here.” Harry summoned the tray and placed it on his lap. “I’ll feed you.”
“I’m not letting you feed me porridge,” Draco said, his face twisting in disgust.
“Is it the porridge you’re opposed to or me feeding it to you?”
Draco didn’t answer but clutched the corners of the blankets tighter around him.
“Come on, you have to eat something. And you’re shivering so much, I think you will drop the spoon as soon as I hand it to you. Let me feed you.” Harry held out the spoon in front of Draco’s mouth with no sign of cooperation from his boyfriend. “Draco, come on. Just let me feed you. You know, it would be kind of cute, too.”
“Cute,” Draco repeated, a disgusted look on his face.
“Yeah. Now that I think about it, it’s nice to have someone I can take care of.”
Draco seemed to ponder this for a moment before hesitantly opening his mouth and accepting the spoonful of porridge.
“What else would that entail? You taking care of… me?”
Harry’s face split into a grin as he offered Draco more porridge.
“Well, I guess that would depend.”
“Depend on what?” Draco asked, slowly taking another bite.
“On the circumstances. For example, if you were sick, I’d definitely want to keep cooking for you. And after you finished eating we could go upstairs and I could hold you and warm you until you stopped shivering. We could take a hot bath together. I’d make you some tea, get your favourite biscuits and I could give you a massage if you feel like it. But since you’re not sick…” Harry peered at his boyfriend from under his lashes and held back a snicker.
“Well,” Draco began quietly. “Maybe… Maybe I am a little sick.”
“Sure, just a little,” Harry laughed, putting the porridge aside and gently pulled Draco into his arms.
↳get to know me:favorite female characters → the ghibli girls “Many of my movies have strong female leads – brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.”(– Hayao Miyazaki)
how do you all feelin about cheating on someone? I can not stand this shit. If you love someone they should be the only person you thing about. There is no excuse for cheating. You just can not land in some girls vagina or hop on other dicks by accident like wtf?? If you lose feelings for that person tell the truth dont go and make some stupid mistake. How can you live with the feeling you hurt somebody’s feelings and made them heartbroken? No wonder a lot of people nowadays have trust issues.. If you do this I am sorry but you are a piece of shit.
“You’re really trying to tell me that Low is David Bowie’s best album to date?” Jonathan nodded, opening the brown paper bag that held his lunch.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Y/N’s eyes widened, then shoved her lunch tray to the side. She leaned on her elbows, her hands in front of her.
“I could name five other Bowie albums, easily, that blow Low out of the water,” Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, then motioned to Y/N.
“Go on then,”
“Station to Station,” Y/N’s right index finger began to point to the fingers on her left hand to count. “Aladdin Sane, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars -obviously-, Diamond Dogs, and my number one favorite Bowie album of all time,” Jonathan mimed exactly what Y/N was saying with her, “Hunky Dory.” Y/N took a deep breath as she finished, then shoved a french fry in her mouth. “It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes,” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders jokingly, “But, I mean, Low is still a great album,” That made Jonathan chuckle. A body suddenly appeared on the bench next to Y/N, scaring the life out of her. She had one hand on her mouth and the other over her heart to stop herself from screaming. Y/N turned her head and saw Steve Harrington with a dumb grin on his face.
“Tonight?” He looked at Y/N expectantly.
“What?” Her pupils were still wide from the shock, and the word sounded pretty dumb coming from her.