there is so much more where this came from

I wanted to stomp out of the room and slam the door behind me– to be disgustingly dramatic and Disney-channel like. He would hate it, me, if I did. I couldn’t afford to lose his complete love and interest. That was the only thing keeping me from standing up to both, metaphorically and figuratively, shut him out of my life. So I remained there on his undone bed where only a few hours ago we had sex, the kind of sex that is so utterly intense that neither of us knew whether the passion came from deep-rooted hatred or something much more beautiful. Yet, despite the moments like those when we lost ourselves in the sweat and skin of one another and the sound of each other’s heavy breathing, we always ended up like this. Me, covered only by his t-shirt and a bed sheet I’d spread over my lap, and he, in his Hanes boxers standing with his palm pressed irritably into his forehead–fighting. Fighting because after sex he would whisper, “I love you.” Fighting because I’d reply by poking his cheek and replying, “Love is a social construct.” Fighting because I am confusing and hurt him because I never say it back to him, even after eight months of being together. Fighting because he wanted to break down walls that 24 years of a shitty life built, not around my heart, but around my soul. But he couldn’t understand that. I wasn’t a person. I was a ghost of  a person.
—  Don’t Read Me
That was twenty-eight years ago

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-x7GcwT-Tk

[A/N: Well, if you want a spoiler for this story’s plot, go ahead and listen to the song. If you don’t want spoilers, still listen to the song, just don’t note the lyrics. Anyway, this one came to me when I was watching the Fran Bow stream where he describes going to a dance at a catholic school. The framing device of where they met came initially from a ShAmy fanfic I was meaning to write, but then… GTLive happened. I don’t think there’s much more to add. Also, Matthew describes his first kiss on one of the Higher or Lower streams, but I’m going to say he’s lying]

Matt was fed up with his life. Not in a bad way. He wasn’t so fed up that he wanted to go jump off the roof of a dorm building[extremely unsubtle Life is Strange reference], but he was fed up. No, fed up wasn’t the right word. Bored. Yes, he was bored. He was bored with his life.

Sure, he’d just finished the eighth season of Game Lab, and on his 40th birthday he’d happily handed down the Game Lab torch to his protege, Quinn.(Actually, they’d be splitting the next season to help the viewers get used to her) The team had just added the tenth show to the main channel and officially were releasing daily. Film Theory moved to posting every other day, and, though they hadn’t announced it yet, Matt and Steph were hoping to have a kid soon.

He was bored because every day was the same. It’d gone from running around constantly trying to catch up with life, but soon it’d gotten routine. A literal routine. Get up, have food, research til lunch, get exercise, record script, livestream, more research with dinner, translate evidence into script, go to bed. Sometimes they stayed up late together because they wanted to work ahead for traveling, but he never had to record while away anymore. He almost missed recording in a foreign closet now. He even missed recording in a closet, ever since they started paying for a professional recording studio. Their getaways felt routine now, too.

He wanted to break from the norm.

*

Matt jumped up and down in the backseat. It was so exciting. “Mom, are we there yet?” he asked.

Mrs. Patrick laughed from the front. “We won’t be there for several more hours,” she called back. “But we are almost to New York.”

“Don’t you have a game-boy back there?” his father asked. “Two of them in fact?”

Matt sighed and fell back into the seat. It was true, he had the games back with him, but could you blame him for being excited? It was his first time out of Ohio. He had never gotten to the national science fair before. He sighed and reached back to his Pokemon red. After a few failed attempts at finding Missingno, he set it down. There wasn’t anything left to do. Wait, he hadn’t beaten the game using only the first Pokemon he’d captured. He’d try doing that.

*

The word “ahead” didn’t even begin to describe the two theorists. In fact, they were so far beyond their work load, Matt almost wished for the days when they’d pull all-nighters trying to write a new episode.

Matt sighed. He pulled up the N-Switch and decided to go for a retro night with another run-through the remastered Subnautica. Stephanie took the seat across the room from him and pulled open the newspaper. Matt stared at her for a few seconds, remembering the days when she’d cuddle up on his lap, no matter what he was doing. Then he focused on the game again.

Matt was zooming through the game, and was almost ready to build a base when Stephanie interrupted his thought process. “Hey honey,” she called. “Listen to this:

"I’m a middle aged man who is waiting for life to stop running by him. Yet all attempts of kindling a new lustful flame have failed. And I want another chance at the past. So, probably hopelessly, I put out this ad. I call upon a woman; a girl when I met her. I met her at a national science fair in New York. We were young, but it was there that we kissed. It’s unlikely that she lives in Los Angeles, but I’m willing to try to put out a call.

Sincerely,

Pokemon.”

“Do they still have letters like that?” asked Matt, absentmindedly. He knew the answer very well. He was the one who put the letter in there.

“Apparently,” responded Stephanie.

*

“Time to get up,” called Mrs. Cordoto. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

Stephanie refused, wrapping herself up in the blankets. “I don’t wanna,” she responded.

“You don’t?” her mother called. “You’ve been looking forward to this science fair for the past months. You wouldn’t stop bothering us. You’re seriously telling me you don’t wanna go.”

“I wanna sleep,” Steph playfully whined. “I’m still tired from last night.”

“Now what did we tell you about going to bed late. If you’re going to got to bed late, you’re gonna have to live with the consequences.”

Stephanie understood her mother. She was already getting up and trying to stay awake while warming up the shower. They’d traveled to her cousin’s house last night and the whole of the day was spent partying. She was still pretty pumped for today’s performance. She wanted to show everyone her science project.

*

Matt frowned as his wife walked back into the house. “Where did you go?” he asked, giving up on the pages he was looking through.

“I went to mail a letter,” she responded.

“What for?” he asked.

“Oh, you know,” she dodged, “stuff.”

“Steph, what’s up.”

Stephanie avoided eye contact by looking to the ceiling. “I was just… contacting a friend.” MatPat gave a dubious look, but she continued. “I’ve been wanting to make a decision now for a while, but before I did, I wanted an old friend’s advice.”

“And you couldn’t call her.”

“Some things just have to be written down,” she replied, directing her gaze to the computer, trying to absorb herself in that day’s work.

“Okay then,” Matt agreed, dropping the conversation.

*

Matthew crawled through the sea of early students. It seemed that everyone except him knew to show up early. They’d arrived when the letter had told them to, but the room seemed to be filled with overachievers. Matthew finally saw two open spots. He decided to choose the spot at the end of the table.

Matt set out his experiment. He’d chosen something video-game-themed. It was, “How much damage would Pikachu’s thunderbolt do?” ‘TotPat’ helped compare size and facts that he could collect from the video game. From what he found with the size of pokemon and how much damage was dealt, relatively.

This was all decent, but, after finding a power strip, he pulled out his final product. There were two buttons that he’d rigged up to show Pikichu’s weaker and stronger attacks. The second one was able to kill a person, so he just rigged a pretty shocking button and told everyone to imagine it 20 times worse.

Matthew had just set out a sign to check with your medical details before touching the buttons; when a girl set down her project next to him.

*

It was Matt’s turn to read the newspaper tonight. Stephanie had claimed the television a while back to play Silent Hill 2.

Matthew scanned the paper. “Say Steph, do you know where that article from last night is?”

She raised an eye at him. “I didn’t know you were so into the personal column all of a sudden. It’s on page 8C, if memory serves correctly.”

He flipped through the paper. “Hey, it seems someone answered.”

“Oh?” asked Stephanie, clearly uninterested. “what did they say.”

“Dear Pokemon,

I’m surprised to hear from you. I almost didn’t even remember when I first heard the story. Now I remember. I am a now middle aged woman who would love to try to re-kindle her lustful flame again. How about we meet. Kennedy, two days from now. Same place we hid all those years ago.

See you then,

Doom.”

*

Stephanie set out her cardboard display. It was a pretty cool project she had in mind. She had done a research project into the natural resources on Mars and weather or not it would be feasible to have a base there.

She had gotten the idea from the video game Doom and had used a lot of comparisons to the game world and how accurate it was. She went through and showed how the levels were mapped, how big they would be in real life, and what technology it would take to get there.

She looked over at the boy next to her. He was slightly taller than her with glasses and a strange hair-do. He was pretty cute. “Hey,” she called, “my name’s Stephanie.” Steph held out her hand nervously. “What’s yours?”

The kid took her hand. “Matthew,” he introduced, “What’s your project about?”

“Well, um,” Steph stuttered. She was always embarrassed to tell people that her project was based on a video game. “It’s about building a base on Mars.” She gestured at the tri-fold.

Matt examined the board. “Oh my gosh, this is all about Doom. That’s cool. I haven’t gotten to play it because I only own a console. Have you played it?”

Stephanie was surprised at the kid’s response. “Um, yeah. Lots of fun. I really enjoyed it.” She looked at the boy’s presentation. “Say, you like Pokemon?”

“Yeah,” he responded, turning his attention back to her. “Do you?”

“Don’t have have a Game Boy.”

“I have an extra one. You wanna play some?”

*

Matthew put on his jacket. It was a bit chilly outside today. Stephanie had to run to the store, so now was the perfect time. He got in the car and drove to Kennedy Elementary School. The building was buzzing with activity. It was a science fair, after all.

Matt took a deep breath. Was he seriously going through with this? Cheating on his wife for a girl he barely remembered? Deciding that there was no time like the present, he got out of the car and headed inside.

He wandered through the dozens of science fair projects. After roaming through the sea of children and mediocre projects, he finally found the back door. He stepped out and glanced back and forth. Then he saw someone there. The woman had shown up.

*

Matt and Stephanie were sitting right next to each other. They’d snuck out of the science fair and escaped out a door in the back. “I don’t get it,” little Stephanie swore. “Why are all of my grass types unable to even harm your one fire?”

“Stephanie, that’s the whole point of Pokemon. An extreme game of rock, paper, scissors.” Matt grinned and patted the top of her head. “Video games can be hard sometimes.”

Steph glared at him and sent out a water type. Matt gulped and tried to escape. Stephanie grinned as the tide suddenly shifted in her favor. She still lost, but it became fun by the end.

They were laughing and discussing their last match when someone said something over the loud speaker. “Sounds like they’re about to announce the winners,” Matthew said. He stood up and they shook up.

“This was a lot of fun,” Stephanie thanked, “thanks Matt.” The little girl leaned in and gave the little boy a kiss on the lips. Then she skipped off inside.

Matthew stood there, stunned at what had just happened.

*

The couple’s reunion was a bit awkward at first. Stephanie stared at Matt and vice versa. “I remember now,” she figured. “I can’t believe I never figured it out.”

“Me neither,” laughed Matt. They both burst into a giggling fit. “C'mere,” directed Matt, pulling her into hug. They happily snuggled together.

Stephanie chuckled as they separated. “I guess everything worked out in the end.”

“Almost,” Matt joked, “we have yet to re-kindle that lustful flame.”

“Well that’s pretty easy to do,” she smiled.

Matt nodded, then his expression changed to panic. “Wait, you don’t mean here?”

Hospital Starters
  • [ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! : ]
  • "Hey, you're awake!"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."
  • "Don't try to get up. You're safe here."
  • "I hate this place..."
  • "How could you do this to yourself?"
  • "The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"
  • "You really came..."
  • "I told you I would be here when you woke up."
  • "How many tests did they do on you?"
  • "If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."
  • "When are they going to let you leave?"
  • "They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."
  • "What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."
  • "That's what happens when you're dying."
  • "It's probably time to change those bandages..."
  • "You aren't in pain, are you?"
  • "You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."
  • "That would explain why I feel terrible."
  • "I thought you were dead..."
  • "I'm not dead, am I?"
  • "I didn't know it was this bad..."
  • "I may not live much longer..."
  • "I'm dying..."
  • "You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"
  • "I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."
  • "I want you to know that I'll miss you most."
  • "Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."
  • "I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."
  • "I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."
  • "If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."
  • "Don't abuse that call button!"
  • "You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"
  • "Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."
  • "I get to come home today."
  • "Did you fill out the release forms yet?"
  • "They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."

honestly the scene in duet where kara and barry’s loved ones come to save them from the music meister would have been so much more poignant if it had been alex who came to save kara. alex leaning down, whispering “i got you,” saying “im sorry i was never a good sister,” kara saying “you were always the best” alex kissing kara on the forehead and it’s a sister’s love that brings her back? that shit would have been a THOUSAND times more emotional and beautiful than the fking gross hetero nonsense they presented me with and everyone involved in writing that ep owes me $50

(this is probably gonna be a long oneshot and once there’s more it’ll be on ao3 but for now, let me know what you think?)

There are things that Kent can handle, and then there are things that Kent cannot, under any circumstances, in any universe, even begin to handle.

As it turns out, watching Jack Zimmermann, Alexei Mashkov, Randall Robinson, and Sebastian St. Martin attempt to build a deck is one of the things that he can’t handle, because holy fucking shit.

It’s about a million degrees out, and they’re all shirtless and covered in sweat and, yeah, it’s the off season, but they’re still professional fucking hockey players, for fucks sake, and Kent realizes then and there that accepting the invitation to spend the week at Jack and Bitty’s new cottage was definitely a mistake because, really.

Except for Mashkov, everybody brought their families, and they’re all friends, and they’re all teammates, and Kent is 99% sure that his invite was a pity one prompted by the Aces losing the Stanley Cup in game seven against the Stars, and he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t belong there at all, and he can’t help but think it’s because he doesn’t.

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“In the photo studio he would try to do something unexpected. Sometimes it would be silly dangerous, inconsequential, but I came across a picture where he is lighting his tongue with a cigarette lighter. I don’t think he was actually burning himself, but the image looks like he is.”   [Nancy Ellison, The Mosquito Coast’s special photographer, on River].

“The shoot was one of the most remarkable experiences I ever had photographing someone. River was stunning and fearless and without my having to direct him much, more like trying to keep up with him, he went from one amazing pose to another like a great improvisational dancer. And kept going and going… so angelic at times and then raging at me to keep up… “Get this! Now this! What else can we do?”  — [Photographer Michael Tighe on River]. 

Nancy and Michael were both photographers who had the chance to work with River and described his common posture to just do whatever he felt like doing and to be spontaneous.

Beauty and the Beast Post-Curse headcanons Part 3: Christmas in the Castle

I’ve come to accept that there is now a corner of my brain that seems permanently dedicated to thinking up Beauty and the Beast headcanons. From this little corner of my brain arose the question “After spending so much time trapped in an eternal winter, how would the members of the castle react to the changing seasons and the eventual return of winter(albeit a distinctly less permanent one)?” And just like opening the floodgates, more headcanons came pouring in! So with that I present the winter/Christmas BATB headcanons no one else asked for…

(Note: I loved the STV Beauty and the Beast Enchanted Christmas as a kid, but it just doesn’t fit with the new live action movie which is where I’ve been drawing inspiration from… so I made up my own fangirl fluff version. Enjoy!)

- At the sight of the first snowflakes of the season Adam frowns up at the sky, his old, grumpy self threatening to return. And then he sees Belle, cheerful and excited, look up to greet the snow. Her cheeks rosy from the cold. Arms stretched out wide, tongue extended to catch the falling flakes. He can’t help but laugh. After all, it was in those snowy days that he first fell in love with her. 

- As winter sets in around the castle and the nights grow cold, Adam convinces Belle to spend her nights in the west wing with him. He claims it is for warmth. In reality he just wants her there with him. He wants Belle to be the first thing he sees each snowy morning. A reminder that this winter is different. He loves that he can hold her close in the night, nestle his face in her hair, feel her snuggle closer to him in her sleep. She teases him that he snores and that his toes are always cold. He sleeps better with her there. They both do. For the first week or so Adam is very hard to get out of bed in the morning, insisting any responsibilities that day can wait a few more minutes. 

- During the curse the castle never celebrated Christmas (to be fair no one really felt much like celebrating.) Belle insists that they should have a proper Christmas celebration in the castle this year now that the curse has been lifted. The very next morning Adam surprises Belle by having the entire castle decorated. Candles and holly everywhere!

- Lumière is in full favor of the festivities and plans a grand feast. His goal is to see if he can out-do his performance from Be Our Guest, though now that he is back to his human self, swinging from the chandelier may be a bit more…challenging. 

-  Lumière also takes advantage of the holiday spirit by flirtatiously holding mistletoe above his head when he is near Plumette. She steals the mistletoe which leads to him playfully chasing her around the castle. 

- Before Belle’s school lets out for the holidays, the children are allowed a recess time to play in the snow, the sound of laughter and playful shrieks echoing across the castle grounds. A great snowball fight breaks out. The children all scatter when they see Adam start to gather a great mound of snowy ammunition. Some run to join him, while others try to valiantly protect Belle from their snow fort. At one point Lumière and Plumette are forced to make their way through crossfire of the flying snow. Lumière shields Plumette with his coat and frantically waves a white handkerchief as they run across the snowy ground to safety inside the castle. LeFou shows some of the more pacifist children how to build a snowman, safely outside the line of fire. 

- On their last day of school the children are each given a few presents. Belle gives them a journal to write their own stories in. Plumette, a new quill for them to write with.  Adam gives them each a rose (the white ones still bloom in winter even after the curse is broken.) Maurice gives them a tiny music box. Lumière gives them each a small jar of the grey stuff as a treat for the ride home. 

- Chip convinces everyone that they should all make Christmas cookies together. Adam ends up breaking a few at first but after a little practice gets pretty good at decorating. He later breaks a few on purpose so he can eat them. He also tries to start a frosting fight until Mrs. Potts shoots him a maternal look that tells him he should reconsider. Belle’s cookies are simple and cute. Plumette’s delicately detailed. Lumière’s are covered in decorative sugars. Cogsworth gets roped into helping and ends up making several as he gets into a steady decorating rhythm. Cadenza and Garderobe make a few for themselves but are more interested in baking dog-safe cookies for FrouFrou.

- Maestro Cadenza decides to compose his own Christmas music (insisting work by other composers to be rubbish unfit for such a special occasion) and can be heard playing almost constantly. Garderobe teaches the village children the words to a few of his carols and has them sing for him.

- Everyone gets together to decorate the castle Christmas tree. Adam hangs some childhood ornaments that were his mother’s favorites. Belle works in flowers and tiny carved ornaments that Maurice made. Some look like books, while others are tiny carved likenesses of the members of the castle. Maurice also makes a mechanical ring of ballroom dancers to dance around the base of the tree when the music box attatched plays. There is a section along the bottom that Chip claimed as his own. Lumière is in charge of the candles. Plumette nestles little fake birds among the branches and places the angel on top. Madame de Garderobe winds a ribbon garland around the tree and hangs delicate gold music note ornaments. Cadenza provides the music to decorate to, enjoying watching his wife and friends at work. Cogsworth attempts to make sure everything is spaced properly, hanging a few shiny old pocket watches as ornaments when he thinks no one is looking. 

Thanks for humoring me! Hopefully you enjoyed these headcanons, even if they are a bit out of season…

You know, this episode highlighted once more and in many big and small ways why I love Dean as a character so much. Not that I needed any kind of new reminder for why that is but “Regarding Dean” spelled all the reasons out so boldly and beautifully that it just makes me all kinds of emotional.

Because the key aspect about this episode wasn’t that Dean would be happier without some of the memories and the baggage of what he and his family has been through. Sure, their life would have been much easier and much less grim without some of the tragedies they have experienced, but it’s those experiences - good and bad - that made them who they are and that made Dean who he is. Yes, he may have coping mechanisms that’s aren’t all too healthy and he has suffered tremendously and dislikes what he sees when he looks in the mirror at times - but one could argue he prefers that to looking in the mirror and not knowing who is looking back at him at all.

The important thing is that he is still standing and that he knows that all those things that he did and that happened to him should not be erased, because they shaped him, made him who he is. And yes, I’d say made him stronger. Made him a survivor.

And Dean may not have verbalized it that often, but if there was one thing I took away from this episode in neon bright letters it’s that Dean knows that he needs all of his memories - good and bad - to be himself (and yes, even if that sounds contradictory) and to be happy. Because while Dean sure hasn’t had it easy for large stretches of his life, there is one thing that he has always managed to preserve, to save and keep alive: his inner child.

This episode showed that wonderfully and made a huge point about innocence. He may have been forced to grow up way too fast, but he was able to hold on to some of his childlike glee like a safety blanket. Whether it’s him getting excited about a giant slinky, a farting pillow or boldly admitting to loving watching “Finding Nemo” or “Finding Dory” and not feeling self conscious about that (cause there’s nothing to be ashamed of or self conscious about). It’s these small things that speak volumes.

And even though the ending montage was bitter sweet and sad due to how it spelled out the innocence of a lost childhood, Dean’s lost childhood, there is one thing to remember: That childhood, that kid is still well and alive inside of Dean - inside his heart - and sometimes it may need 4 shots of tequila to dare to come out and run free, but ultimately Dean wasn’t hexed when he decided to try and ride a mechanical bull. That was all Dean. No spell. Just a guy having fun and being happy. And so with all of the baggage he has. And frankly, I love Dean exactly for that, for who he is. With all of his flaws, his bad decisions, his darkness but also his vulnerability, his ability to love and his childlike glee.

Hoodie

Y'all y'all y'all y'all guess who’s started writing fic!This is a monster idek where it came from but it came so here ya go.Also, I’m going to be cool and thank betas and things so a s/o to @ghostiemakingposties and shradha(who is sensible and is not on this site) for all the help I love you.
Constructive criticism is always appreciated! Also, first fic so be nice. Spread the love,y'all!

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It’s soft and fluffy and the first time Magnus sees it,he has to backtrack and take a closer look.He walks towards the grey lump slowly,hardly daring to believe what it could be.
And really,when he realises and picks it up and maybe (slightly) nuzzles into it,he can’t even blame himself.It’s just so squashy and smells so Alec and as he sniffs it(unashamed),he can just imagine his boyfriend sitting in a couch,curling that huge 6 foot frame into a small ball,cozy and comfortable,maybe reading a book (preferably with Magnus by his side).
The image in his head makes him grin and before he can think twice about it (and possibly do the right thing) he gives the hoodie one last sniff and swiftly folds it and keeps it in his shelf.
.
The first time he does it, it’s an almost unconscious decision.He’s just so
tired and he can still hear the voice of the old lady who came to him for help ringing in his head.He can hear the disappointment in her words when he told her that he just couldn’t do it and if it’s one thing Magnus hates more than homophobes,sexists,racists or just general assholes, it’s not being able to help a client.
He walks into his home and makes his way to his room to change into something comfortable ,once again cursing the Clave’s uncanny ability to keep Alec busy when Magnus needs him the most.He’s about to call his boyfriend,just to hear his voice (they’re such saps and he knows it and he loves it) as he’s ruffling through his shelf,when he spots it out of the corner of his eye.And really, no-one’s there around to blame him when he quickly pockets his phone,takes out the article of clothing and smells it.And as Alec’s scent washes over him and along with it,a wave of calmness, it’s only a matter of a few seconds before he’s changed into it along with a pair of pajamas.
.
He’s taken to wearing the hoodie around the house.Sometimes,when the day brings difficult clients or he does a particularly exhausting piece of magic and Alec can’t make it to the loft because he’s too busy at the Institute.
On those days,he comes back home and after being dramatic about Alec’s absence for about ten minutes and going about his usual pre-bed routine(something that he makes sure to do because once,when he forgot,the next morning saw glitter on his sheets and glitter’s an absolute bitch to get off of anything),he settles for the next best thing after Alec’s physical presence next to him or under him.
He never, ever wears it around Alec,though.He doesn’t even mention it to him.Maybe because he’s scared Alec might want it back or possibly because Magnus likes having this piece of his boyfriend just for himself that he can cuddle with after a hard day and really, without this acceptable substitute,where would he be when his boyfriend can’t make it to his arms at night?
So a few weeks later when they’re lying down in Magnus’s bed, inbetween all the forehead-kisses and nose-nuzzles and the whispered sweet nothings, when Alec asks him whether he’s seen his grey hoodie,Magnus replies in the negative with a suggestion of “Why don’t you check at the Institute again?”
Alec debates the idea of Izzy throwing it away because It’s horrifying,Alec and she’s been known to have disposed of Alec’s ‘horrifying’ clothes in the past and Magnus humours him with a “I wouldn’t blame her.You do have a rather terrible sense of fashion.” and to the sound of Alec’s indignant reply of “It was extremely comfortable.” and the steady thump of a beloved heartbeat against his ear,Magnus falls asleep,content in the knowledge that this is one night where he has the real deal.
.
Really,Magnus should have known that it was only a matter of time before his boyfriend found out.
.
It happens on a rainy evening.Alec,Jace,Izzy and Clary are hunting down a Shax demon when the skies open up.They’re too far from the Institute but they need to find shelter because it looks like this might turn out to be a real storm.So obviously (obviously),they go to Magnus’s.And if Alec was planning on going there after the mission anyway,this just helped his cause.
They climb up the stairs and reach his floor to see Magnus opening his door.On hearing the noise,the warlock turns around and sighs on seeing these four drenched teenagers,whom he may or may not love.
(He loves one of them a little more than the rest but don’t tell that to anyone.)
As they traipse into the living room,Magnus waits at the door for all of them to enter.
And if he just so happens to share a short kiss with the tallest one,nobody saw.
(That’s a lie because everyone saw and simultaneously groaned and the only reason the kiss was short was because of Jace’s huffed “Magnus, we’re all drenched and freezing so can you turn up the heat in here and then kiss your boyfriend senseless?”)
He obliges.
Honestly,he should have possibly had some forethought when in reply to Alec’s “Can I borrow a t-shirt?This one’s drenched,” he says “You can take what you want from my shelf.”
(Actually,he did have forethought.He was thinking about Alec removing his wet t-shirt to put on a new one.)
(It must be noted here that Magnus is more than just borderline gratuitous.)
So when Alec comes out of his room,holding a small,grey,rather familiar bundle in his hand, Magnus is speechless.
(He does, however,notice that Alec has,infact,not yet changed and is still wearing a wet t-shirt.)
“Magnus,” Alec starts.”Is this what I think it is?”
Honestly,Magnus can’t be blamed if he responds with a “Depends.What do you think it is?”
And Jace,clueless clueless Jace just
has to open his mouth and go “Hey, isn’t that the hoodie you were looking for?”
Of course,because everyone has to put their ten cents into their discussion,Izzy incredulously says “You accused me of throwing it out.”
And because this conversation is apparently no longer theirs,Jace pitches in with a “To be fair,Iz,you did say it was terrible.”
And Clary, bless her ,being the only sensible person in the room(apart from Alec.Alec is extremely sensible.Alec in a wet t-shirt is also extremely sensible. Magnus is easily distracted.) gets off the sofa with a clap of her hands and a “Wow,would you look at that,it isn’t raining anymore.Looks like we can leave.Thanks Magnus!”
This proclamation is followed by the redhead shepherding Jace and Izzy out the door amidst their protests of “It’s pouring out there.”and “But my hair isn’t properly set yet.It’s going to get frizzy if it gets too wet.”
The latter is Jace’s contribution and Magnus can hear the sounds of Clary telling him to get over it you big baby and after the door shuts,the apartment is deafening in its silence.
There’s something in Alec’s eyes and Magnus can’t seem to figure out what it is.This worries him because at this point, they’ve come to be able to read each other’s emotions pretty easily.
They look at eachother,never breaking eye contact.During the entire interaction between his siblings,Alec had unfolded the bundle and realised that it is,in fact,what he thought it was.
“You said you didn’t know where it was.”
Alec says it neutrally, unaccussing,as a statement.
“I may have lied.”
Magnus doesn’t intend for that to come out as blunt as it did,but he can’t take back what he’s already said.
“Why?”
That’s it.That’s all Alec says.Just that single word.
And maybe it’s the fact that the question sounded so innocent or that Alec’s looking at him with this indistinguishable look in his eyes or maybe that he’s still in that damn t-shirt,but the next thing Magnus knows, he’s telling Alec the whole story.
How he found it that morning when Alec had to leave in a rush because of the call from the Institute,how he was initially going to return it but didn’t,how he wore it without even realising it the first time and how it became a regular thing.
And somewhere towards the end of his story,Alec drops the hoodie on the counter,makes his way towards him,cups his face in his hands and whispers Keep it.
When they kiss, it’s new and tender and he’s so full of love,Magnus might burst.
(He is pleasantly surprised by the turn this conversation has taken)
(When he peels Alec’s t-shirt off, it’s obviously because he doesn’t want his boyfriend to catch a cold.)
(Obviously.)
The hoodie lies on the kitchen counter,forgotten for now.
They’re too busy to care about clothes.
.
Magnus does,in fact,keep the hoodie.
The first time Alec sees him in it,his siblings are, unfortunately, around.

well...

I’ve been on this hell site for an entire year now. It seems like so much has happened. I’ve become more immersed in many communities. I’ve met so many people along the way. I felt like going through my blog archive and putting a few highlights, things you might not know, stories, things forgotten, old art to show progression, etc.. Love you guys and thanks for being there for me, if for a day or a whole year <3

How it starte- Wait… What happened before I came here?

So it starts mostly like this: February 15, 2016 at 8:15 PM
The last episode of Gravity Falls, my favorite TV show, has just ended. I am confused as to what to do from here. I have no running TV shows, no big games coming out in the near future. I plan that I’ll just be watching YouTube the rest of my days until I find something else to love. Not soon after, I watch PewDiePie’s first episode of Undertale and I LOVE this game. I need to see more. I watch Jack’s playthrough, start Dan and Phil’s, get disappointed that Mark didn’t finish more on this later, I’m glad he didn’t finish, and end up watching comic dub compilations, fan made things. I find out that most of this comes from this Tumblr website. I’d heard it mentioned before in some videos on YouTube. I make my account. 

Tried URL’s: Khylea-03 didn’t like it
                    This-is-my-name it was taken
                    Idk where the heck my now URL came from… Just liked it

March 21- First post!

First five followed blogs: @askerrorsans (it’s dead, I respect CQ’s decision tho!!) @therealjacksepticeye, @markiplier, @danisnotonfire, @amazingphil

Art this month: (x)

April

April 6th- Met my first online friends! Sadly, I am not in contact with them very much anymore

Art this month: (x)(x)

May

I had to leave the group of friends online because it wasn’t “a safe chatting website”

May 28- Started watching Steven Universe

No art this month

June

I actually posted a lot, but nothing happened

No art this month

July

This month I met most of my friends. I knew quite a few people, but the first one I remember interacting with is @sorasprings. We met because of Burger King commercials

I also met @catsofwar108, @cookielovesanime332, @straight-up-insane, and a few others through an amazingly awful movie called The Adventures of Chris Fable. I’ll have to show you guys the movie one day! 

I started doing some digital art! The first app I got didn’t have layers so everything in my first piece is awful :(

(Good) Art this month: (x)

August 

August 9th - @gatormeister added me to the spam fam, which is a skype group of me and A LOT of people that I am now friends with. They include @gevoth-ski, @okaythenart, @xxlukemavxx, @zelda7999, @senpaiweird, @spaghettiskeleton78, @yuuki-clyde, @jemkaneki, @rainbowchu3, @goddessofundertale, and waaaaay too many more (there’s 55 participants, but we’re never all on at once). 

Art this month (x)(x)(x)(x)(x)

September 

Wade’s proposal to Molly was the sweetest at the Mark and Friends panel (I may have cried and freaked out a little. These streams keep surprising me)

Undertale’s anniversary came around on the 15th, and I made this (really late)

Sora’s (mentioned earlier) birthday came around and I did a draw your squad for her birthday with the then other youngest spam fam members, who turned out to be the two I now feel closest to :D

Other art this month: (x)(x)(ft. my face)

October 

One of the videos that made it into a try not to laugh that Mark made I had seen before, along with the pregnant mispronunciation video (which I found on YouTube here).

HALLOWEEN!!! I went as Mabel from Gravity Falls

And we all know who else showed up this month…. Anti! I took my own form of Anti and made Away, a dark version of myself, which I tried to make as stereotypically dark as possible and used heavy Zalgo font. 

Art this Month: (don’t ask what this was)(pic)(you have to scroll to see this)(pic)(x)(x)(away is talking ok)

November

When I think of November, this is what comes to mind (a) (b) (c)

I found and constantly started watching Ethan (CrankGameplays for those who don’t know) and he has made my life so much better, love him nO MATTER HOW MUCH HE SAYS HE ISNT COOL. Also, my top three/four posts on this bkig are of him so that’s a thing?? More detail on this subject in a soon to come post :)

Art this month: (x)(x)

December

CHRISTMAAAAS
that-that’s it

No, but really a good month for the last one

There was the Revelmode livestream (this is the only thing I have from it), which in total raised 1.3 Million dollars, I believe, for charity! 
On that Saturday, it overlapped with Ethan’s 12-hour livestream for the AbleGamers charity
It was an…experience, to say the least. It was the first time I got to know Brian and G, I heard an angel that I recorded, which in turn gave me two pretty popular posts, and had so much fun for the time I was there. This is also where Tyler pied Ethan in the face, Ethan got too scared to wax his leg and had to get Kathryn for support, where Brian started “backflip into Tyler’s ass,” and a lot of stuff that I missed. 

Mark finished his Undertale livestreams and I have this moment saved in eternity from then. I remember staying up until later than they planned for it to end because the game took so long to finish.

Cursed Image and The Truth combined (x)

Art this month: (x) (x) (x) (x)



Sadly, I do not have enough time before the day is over to review the last few months and go over milestones, followers, etc.. Tomorrow, I will make sure to continue this post with all the unmentioned. Love you all, and thank you for a whole year of crazy and more to come <3

Let’s Get Back To Hating Each Other

Summary: Hufflepuff!Phil hates Slytherin!Dan, so when they get in trouble together and decide to steal the documents that say that they’re in trouble, he definitely doesn’t expect what happens next.

TW: phil gets outed before he’s ready (it’s not too bad though)

Word Count: 3.3k

Genre: glorius smut

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on loving sharks

Chris can’t remember not loving sharks. His parents aren’t totally certain where his first stuffed shark came from—none of his relatives remember buying it, and his parents, being graduate students with a newborn, weren’t exactly getting enough sleep to make clear memories at the time—but Sharkie is in all his baby pictures, and his grandparents (who were getting enough sleep) claim she was his favorite from the beginning. She remained his favorite for a long time, even as he acquired books about sharks, and nature videos about sharks, and what seemed to his parents like half a million shark toys. 

If he’s being completely honest, Chris doesn’t really remember becoming a Sharks fan, either, but he does know the story.  Shortly after he’d turned three, the Graduate Parents of Samwell had rented out Faber for the afternoon for an end-of-semester parent-and-toddler skating session. Pretty much all of the grad student parents who’d finished their grading (and a few who hadn’t, quite) were there, and Chris’s parents took the opportunity to invite several of them to a (somewhat belated) party in honor of Chris’s third birthday.  A Canadian PhD candidate in mathematics (who had two kids and looked like he hadn’t slept in a month) asked Chris’s mom what kind of stuff Chris liked these days. She’d tried to tell him not to bother getting a present, but the mathematician had insisted, and Chris’s mom eventually said something along the lines of “well, he’s really into sharks…” 

Two weeks later, half the Graduate Parents of Samwell (along with associated spouses and children) showed up to Chris’s birthday party bearing gifts of San José Sharks merchandise.   

A couple of months after that, the same mathematician friend invited all three Chows over for a grading-and-babysitting party, and put on a hockey game for background noise.  Chris was, according to his parents, utterly enthralled by all the people skating around the TV screen “wearing my Sharkie shirt!” And that was that. 

Falling in love with playing hockey, however, is something Chris remembers very well indeed. 

Day Six: Loneliness/Exclusion

Wasn’t sure I was going to get this day of @vldangstweek up in time, but here we go. Set after they find Shiro. 


It was different, when he got back.

He knew it would be; being gone for over seven months, Shiro had expected that the team would either kill each other or work flawlessly together. He couldn’t recall much of what happened to him while he was gone, only that it had something to do with Zarkon and his interference with Black’s quintessence. When he came to in her pilot’s chair, scaring Pidge half to death from where she had been running some scans, he was shocked to realize he had been gone so long.

He was more shocked to realize just how out of place he felt.

Keith and Lance had started dating. They had found Matt amongst the Galra rebels. Hunk had invented hundreds of little gadgets that did the everyday chores, and they constantly whirred around his head, dusting and sweeping and wiping up spills. Pidge and Matt had devoted their time trying to decode all of the Galra information he had stolen on his last mission. Allura had cut her hair. Coran…well, not much had changed about Coran, but his hair was longer now, swept into a ponytail at the nape of his neck.

But it wasn’t the superficial differences that made him feel out of place.

It was the sentiment that had grown around the crew.

Allura and Lance joked around playfully now, teasing nudges and arm wrestling and side hugs common between them. Keith and Lance obviously were more touchy feely, stealing kisses when they thought no one was watching, and their arguing more affectionate. Hunk had gotten more confident somehow, wasn’t afraid to take charge when necessary. Pidge was almost calmer, in a way, probably due to Matt being there.

And Shiro felt…wrong. Out of place, like he was that kid in middle school who only had friends because they tolerated him. Like he wasn’t really a part of the group anymore. Sure, he had been welcomed back in with open arms and tears and a couple of punches, but after the first few days, where no one left his side as if they feared he would vanish again, he found himself alone more often than not.

Watching from the sidelines. Offering his help, but getting turned down. It was polite, cheerful, but it stung.

He learned that Keith had refused to lead, and instead they took turns, the one in charge depending on the mission and whose strengths it played to the best. Water or ice planet, Lance took the lead. Plants, tech, or unknown planets were handed to Pidge. Keith was given the ones with fire and temper, the ones who used strength and brute to negotiate rather than brains. Hunk was given the calmer ones, the firm ones, the ones that didn’t take much convincing.

And it had worked.

Well enough that now, back to piloting, Shiro didn’t feel like he fit in anywhere as a paladin. He wasn’t a leader anymore, because when everyone is a leader, no one is. He was barely a paladin anymore, he hadn’t piloted in almost a year.

This group, the one he had lead but hadn’t created, the one he had been in charge of but abandoned, it had moved along even without him. And maybe that was what hurt the most; that they hadn’t faltered with him gone, that they hadn’t screwed up.

He hadn’t wanted them to screw up, of course he hadn’t. What kind of friend would he be if he had wished some kind of harm on them just to prove that he was a necessary asset?

It didn’t change the feeling of utter and complete uselessness as both a friend and a leader that rose in Shiro’s chest, though. Watching his friends, watching the way they melded together seamlessly, laughed together, finished one another’s sentences and made inside jokes that he could never hope to understand?

It was the loneliest feeling Shiro had ever experienced.

Every Setting with Wooden Paneling

Ever since this picture came from the teaser trailer, that shows Eleven crying up against a wooden wall, everyone has been looking at the paneling and trying to figure out where she may be. Well I’ve gone through all of season one and took screenshots from every spot with wooden paneling so we can compare. 

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anonymous asked:

How would Swerve react to him falling for the hooman on the ship?

I was thinking about this one last night awwww

Swerve MTMTE

It wasn’t really a surprise so anyone that he befriended the ship’s resident human, since he really likes earth culture and you’re from earth. It started to get really obvious that he had some stronger feelings for you though; one, because he’s terrible at keeping a secret, and two, he smiled even more than usual when you were around his bar

His reaction to his feelings was pretty much that scene in Gravity Falls where Dipper says ‘It’s not like I sit up at night thinking about them!’ -scene cuts to him sitting in bed, at night, clearly thinking about them- ‘oh no’. He came to terms with his crush pretty fast though and was soon ‘subtly’ flirting 

His ‘subtle’ flirting consisted of an offer for drinks, followed by awkward laughter because you can’t drink energon. Also always sitting next to you during movie night (one night Whirl shoved you into Swerve’s lap and he almost died), inviting you to his hab for tv/comic books, lots of bad jokes/puns, and the times he complimented your appearance but tried to play it off like it was nothing. ‘Subtle’ 

Eventually he’d get tired of beating around the bush and would just tell you how he felt. He’d be over the moon if you agreed to a date, and you bet he’s already planned everything out in his head 

Shape of You

Characters: Au!Jim x Reader

Request: Anon requested Shape of You (here) with Jim! Yay!!

A/N: guys i love ed sheeran so much. That’s all.  Also this one went a little of plan, so apologies, i dk where the end came from…

Warnings: fluff, slight angst? allusions to emotional abuse…but mostly fluffy jim

words: 2764

tags: @yourtropegirl, @outside-the-government

(guys i love this gif more than i love my own life)


The loud pulsing music surrounds Jim, seeping into his ears and making his head throb.  He groans and leans against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to shut out the music and writhing bodies around him.  Maybe he was coming down with premature old man syndrome or something, but he just doesn’t enjoy being in clubs as much as when he was in his early twenties.  He sighs and sips his beer.  

He doesn’t hear Bones join him, and jumps when he leans over.  “You not feelin it, man?”  He has to shout over the music.

Jim shrugs and looks out into the crowd.  He sees Sulu near the bar, laughing at Chekov, who’s trying to shake off a couple of girls clinging to him.  He catches Uhura and Spock dancing in the far corner and he shakes his head.  They look like they’re having too much fun.  Bones leans over again.  “We could go to the bar down the street.”

Jim sets his beer down and groans.  “Yes, please.”

Bones slaps him on the shoulder.  “I’ll round up the troops.”

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A little less conversation, more action  Pt 3

A/ N- The final part for this series???? unless anyone has any ideas as to where to go from here 18 plus once again

Alec was angrily loading dishes and things into the dishwasher when Magnus came in. It was rare to see him so agitated these days. Since they had professed their love for each other and moved in together Alec had been the calmest he had ever been. He was no longer frustrated about his feelings for Magnus and it had been apparent to everyone how much happier he was. But he certainly wasn’t tonight. Magnus felt bad as he walked over to him and laid a hand on his arm. He knew he shouldn’t of been encouraging Jace and Izzy.“Alexander, are you alright?” he asked. Alec slammed the door of the dishwasher closed making the contents rattle loud enough that Magnus was worried that everything had shattered into pieces.“No, Magnus I’m not. I can’t believe you are encouraging their behaviour. Our private life should be just that, private. Jace gives me a hard enough time about us as it is.” He was leaning with his back up against the bench top, arms folded, face scowling. He was right. He shouldn’t of given Jace more fuel to his smart remarks. He was rusty when it came to being in a relationship and his momentary lapse had caused him to forget how sensitive his Shadowhunter was. He tentatively moved to face him, his arms going around his waist. He almost winced when he felt how rigid his body was from his anger. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his lips. At first he got no response so he chanced it again and felt Alec give in a little.“I’m sorry, my love, can you forgive me? You’re right I won’t do it again. Seeing you this upset hurts me. I know it hasn’t helped that we haven’t been able to enjoy each other for two days. You’re an addictive drug, Alexander.” Magnus said, between kisses. Slowly, he could feel Alec’s body unwinding, his tension draining from the tight muscles. “So are you, Babe. Yes, I forgive you and I’ll try not to let Jace and Izzy get to me” Alec had unfolded his arms and they were now wrapped tightly around Magnus, pressing him against his body. The next kiss caught fire and the flames of their need for each other consumed them. Alec felt Magnus’ tongue dart into his mouth to caress his own. He immediately took in a deep breath, returning the kiss just as forcefully. Magnus’ hands roamed his back before reaching under the back of his shirt to find the warm skin of his waist. He heard Alec give a soft moan as he continued to give his tongue short flicks to his lips and then plunged it deep into his mouth. Alec groaned a little louder than he should of, forgetting, for the minute where they were and who was there. Magnus couldn’t help but smile but he pulled back, putting a finger against his soft well kissed lips.“Shhh, Alexander.  This is why we haven’t been able to do this. You need to be quiet, my love.” “God Magnus, I can’t help it, I’m too wound up.” Magnus put his forehead against Alec’s. He kept forgetting about the hair trigger he seemed to have in that area but when his face was flushed and damp, his large hazel eyes were heavy lidded and shiny, Magnus wanted to launch himself at him, he was so hot when he looked like that but he had an idea.“I might be able to relieve your pain if you can keep quiet” he said quietly.“yes, God yes, anything” Alec breathed, his hands going to either side of magnus’ neck. Magnus gave a small glance towards to door way and then led Alec like a small child around to the other side of the bench top so they were hidden from the waist down. He crashed his mouth back to his and immediately their need for each other returned. Magnus tangled his tongue to Alec’s own while moving his hands to his waist, fumbling with the buckle of his belt and then the button on his jeans. Alec felt himself take in a deep breath, knowing what his boyfriend had in mind. Magnus slowly worked his way down his body, softly kissing a trail as he went through the material of his shirt. Alec’s hands went to his hair, tangling his fingers in its gelled spikes. He watched as he slowly undid the zipper over the hard bulge of his erection. He almost cried out from just the feeling of the zipper’s metal teeth separating, feeling the slight vibration it made against him. Magnus reached up and hooked his thumbs into the belt loops and slowly started pulling them down over his narrow hips. A small whine escaped from Alec and he screwed his eyes shut in concentration and bit his lip to try to stop himself from making any more noise. Magnus looked up at him. His face only inches from his throbbing length. He could feel the heat radiating from him in waves and it took everything he had not to rush. Magnus could hear his breathing deepen with his need.“Are you sure you are going to be able to handle this, Alexander?” Magnus was surprised to near his own voice had become raspy.  Alec looked down to him and nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak.  He braced one hand on the bench top, the other still in Magnus’ hair. The second he felt him pulling the waist band of his boxer briefs down, he threw his head back, closed  his eyes tightly, bit  into his lip once more. He felt his throbbing length spring free and then Magnus’ hand wrap around him. A low guttural sound forced its way from his throat and he bit down harder still on his lip, hard enough to taste blood. Magnus heard a soft moan escape his own throat,  in half pleasure and half anticipation of what he was about to do. Revelling in the feeling of the soft satiny skin of Alec’ shaft. He parted his lips and took the head into his mouth, moaning around it’s pulsing hardness. Alec’s fingers clutched in his hair, urging him closer. Magnus swirled his tongue around him, tasting him. One hand was around his base the other behind Alecs’ thigh, his fingers digging into the material of his jeans and the skin beneath them. He completely released him before taking him in once more, working further down his length. Alec was in a battle with himself, it was taking everything he had not to cry out. He was hovering on that delicious edge, right on the brink of that perfect release that he had been craving all day.“oh there you are”Somewhere in Alec’s hazy mind he had thought he had heard his mother’s voice. But it couldn’t of been.“Alec? Are you alright?”He heard it again. He slowly opened his heavy lidded eyes and turned his head to face into the kitchen. Maryse Lightwood stood only about 6 feet from him, the empty pizza boxes and pasta bowls in her hands. He jerked upwards where he had been slumped against the wall. He fell from Magnus’ mouth with a wet pop and felt a sharp tug at the same time as he jerked out of his grip. A rather girly sounding “eeek!” escaped him and he turned the rest of his body so he now faced the bench that was hiding his very surprised boyfriend. In his haste to move, he had managed to jam Magnus in between his upper thighs and the cupboard doors. He heard Magnus’ head hit the hard surface and he cursed softly.“Alec, I asked if you were alright. You look unwell”Alec swallowed hard twice before he could answer. His mouth and throat felt drier than a desert.“Y.Y…yes I’m fine” he managed to stutter out. He knew his voice sounded strange and he cleared his throat to try to cover it.“but you’re very flushed and sweaty”“no, no I’m fine, just , um I got a cramp in my leg that’s all”Magnus meanwhile, was sitting on the floor at Alec’s feet, hands jammed to his mouth, shoulders shaking with laughter. This was crazy! How was this happening?“a leg cramp? What were you doing to get that and where’s Magnus I thought he was in here as well”“oh ah, I don’t know, I just turned the wrong way I think. Ah, magnus had to go out, he’s coming back in a minute”Maryse frowned at him. She wasn’t buying this. You couldn’t put anything over Maryse Lightwood, and Alec knew it.“why did he go out?”“what? Oh someone called him while we were in here talking”“I didn’t hear a phone ringing. How did he go, I didn’t hear the door either”“he keeps his phone on silent and he portaled out, it was quicker for him. What’s with the 20 questions, Mum?” Alec just wished his mother would put the pizza boxes and things down and leave.“I’m sorry Alec but when I come into a room and see my son leaning against a wall, looking like he is in pain, sweating like a farm animal, I get concerned. I have to go shortly so are you coming out to everyone else?” “Yes, I’ll be there in a minute” He told her and finally, she turned and walked out. Alec slumped to the top of the bench. Oh my God! He couldn’t believe what had just happened. Magnus patted one of his legs, and he leaned back up, stepping back so he could rise up from the floor. His eyeliner looked slightly smudged and his cheeks were damp but he was smiling broadly.“were you……..were you crying?” he asked incredulously. Magnus grabbed his face in his hands and placed a sound kiss on his lips.“Oh my beautiful boy, I have no words. They were tears of laughter only” he told him, resting his head against his forehead. “you’re mother has the best timing of anyone I know, alive or dead. And considering I’ve been around for over 4 centuries that’s saying something” Alec gave a soft chuckle. “I have to agree with you there, Babe. I thought I was going to die when I saw her standing there.”“do you think she believed your story? About the leg cramp?”“I think so, I hope so” Alec shifted slightly and gave a moan.“ God, Magnus, after all that I’m still wound up as hell, and now I’m in pain as well” he whined. Magnus couldn’t help but smile. Their timing had been so bad over the last two days.“I know my love but your mother is leaving now and the others will follow her I’m sure, then we have the rest of the night to ourselves, finally” He kissed him once more and felt Alec start to respond again but he pulled away.“Come on, Alexander. Only a few more minutes, my love” he moved away from him and Alec reluctantly righted his clothes and after checking his appearance and a finally kiss from Magnus, he went out to join the others. Magnus watched him walk out and smiled. He loved that man so much, it was almost painful. He felt like he had been asleep for a century and was now wide awake. He had thought he’d been in love before, especially with Camille Bellacourt, but he knew now he hadn’t even come close to what he felt for his beautiful Shadowhunter. The thought of not having him in his life made him feel sick. He knew that one day it would happen but he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. The present was all that was important to him now.He smiled to himself and then walked out to join Alec and the others. They turned as he approached them where they stood near the door.“Magnus, there you are, is everything alright?” Maryse asked.“Yes, thank you, everything’s fine. I’m sorry I had to slip away. It was loving having you stay with us, Maryse. Please, feel free to visit anytime, just call first” Maryse smiled and to Magnus’ surprise, she came up to him and hugged him.“I know you love my son, Magnus. Thank you for that. You make him extremely happy. But I just want to say, next time you want to give him a blowjob in the kitchen with a house full of people, watch those reflective surfaces” Magnus’ eyes flew wide and he felt himself give a jerk. Maryse pulled back from him, giving him a knowing smile. Magnus was staring back at her, shocked. She patted the warlock’s shoulder as she turned to leave.“windows can be like mirrors” she told him softly.Alec looked down at him, wondering what his mother had said to him to make him have that reaction. Magnus glanced up at him and just shook his head.“what did she say about windows?” he asked.“nothing, it’s all good” he told him and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close.    

anonymous asked:

I am practically beaming over your military AU! It is literally one of my most favorite Alternate Universes for Voltron of all time, especially with how you designed their character and positions (PTSD, Grenades, snipers and etc.) along with your art/style (which I really loved after seeing you draw RWBY!) One thing I really came here to ask about is where did their military uniforms come/inspired from? I swear, I wasn't kidding about their designs :0

Hey there!! Thank you so much T T Im so happy that you like it! 

I have a few inspirations for their uniforms, which mainly come from the US marine corps. All inspirations and images under the cut! 

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