they forced my hand

anonymous asked:

"I haven't even started Boruto but to this day I am CONVINCED that Sarada is Karin's daughter and I don't care what anyone or Kishimoto tells me. Y'all who ship SasuSaku need to open your eyes" = the actual words of a certain anti. I... I am speechless. They literally admitted that they don't care what the actual writer of the manga officially confirmed in canon and yet they claim that we are the ones who need to open their eyes just because we are actually willing to accept the canon story. x"D

Lol, I tend to not like calling people deluded, but this person may just force my hand, because this goes beyond mere denial.

Tunnelled Vision?

Tunnelled Vision ━ TyMa fic.

“I wouldn’t want to lose them if I was you!”

“Don’t be such a wet blanket, Maxie. I’ll guard them with my life!” And with that, the navy-haired individual forces his hand into the pocket of his jeans, tickets safely crammed against the lining of material, and Max doesn’t appear all that satisfied with the response that Tyson gave him. He eagerly frowns in response, to almost emphasise how important it is to secure his tickets, because Max didn’t fancy either of them being charged twice just to travel the tube. Maybe he should keep hold of the tickets.

He was going to argue his case - that he’s pretty driven on organisation and security - until he notes that Tyson’s hand had come to link with his own. Fingers twining with one another, followed by a faint squeeze of reassurance from Tyson, that pretty much says: stop worrying.

“You know me too well.” Max comments with the faintest of crimson speckling the ivory of his flesh. Tyson is keen to note the blush that invades his boyfriends face, and promptly taps the tip of his index finger against the end of the blond’s nose - he earns himself a crinkled nose, and tightly lidded eyes - and if Max wasn’t bashful before this, he was now. He shoos Tyson’s hand away with his own hand, declaring that he’ll only blush more so, and he was almost afraid that he’d never lose the redness of his cheeks, thus opening him to Tyson’s comments of how cute he looks.

Quit it.” He urges, feather-light blush that dances across the span of his countenance, from prominent than ever. He squeezes at his boyfriends own hands in return for Tyson’s own affectionate squeeze, and Max finds it entirely adorable on how the boys features are alight with the touch.

“Wet blanket.” Max would have argued that he wasn’t a wet blanket, thank you very much, and he’d probably also attempt to form an argument worthy of several A4 paper sheets as to why Tyson’s statement was incorrect, and why Max was anything but a wet blanket.

“Only for you.” His reminder comes faster than he’d first anticipated - words leaving his lips before he’d even had time to comprehend the matter. Words only come to fuel the violent vermilion tinge that currently homes his cheeks, he’s not even going to fight it any more. He’s a wet blanket, but he’s Tyson’s wet blanket.

“So now you’re a soppy wet blanket!? Aw, I knew you loved me.” Duh. Need he be any more obvious in the matter? It’s almost like saying he’ll be a fool, a fool for him - now that’s soppy. A faint roll of his eyes, and Max leans in to press precise and sweet little kisses against Tyson’s cheek. It starts off precise and then turns into something that is completely sloppy and clumsy when Tyson claims that Max’s kisses are tickling him, and Max makes sure to hear his big, stupid laugh once again.

“Oh boy! Maxie, they’ve got an all you can eat!” The excitement is unreal, and Max notes how Tyson’s very excitement is enough to tingle the surface of his flesh, but also how his excitement is enough to rip itself away from the warmth that Max had previously claimed. Tyson was far too excited over the matter, so excited in fact, that he skipped the common road rules of looking left and right, and listening, and doing it again - just to be on the safe side - that he stepped into the road without a second thought.

As expected Tyson had stepped into the road, not even a second glance, and had expected Max to follow, oh hell Max was going to follow, he’d follow him any more, but he’d also not expected the God damn bus to be in view, and the next he heard was the aggressive and elongated call of the bus’ horn. Damn it Tyson, you God forsaken imbecile.

Thankfully, he’d moved out of the way of the bus. Or at least, he’d stepped in front, only to step back, and excited skip around the span of the bus, just to meet the other side of the street. Max, on the other hand, had paid attention to common road rules, before he’d even considered following Tyson.

“Are you for real?!” Pale hands set themselves upon the shoulders of his boyfriend, fingers cling to material and Max provides a few violent shakes of the boy, that leaves Tyson attempting to grasp his hat before he loses it. Max wouldn’t mind it if Tyson lost his hat, because God damn it, Max felt like he had just lost a good fifty years of his life span. “Will you please be careful, next time? In fact, all of the time!”

“I have such tunnel vision when I want something!” Tyson protests, fingers now attempting to pry Max’s own hands off of him, because actually, Max is beginning to cling a lot tighter to him than before, and whilst it’s generally nice that Max seems to care so much that he provides so much enthusiasm into his own protest - Tyson feels like he might lose his head if Max shakes his any more. 

“And besides - I’m always careful, Maxie!”

“Careful? Careful!? I’ll show you careful.” A sharp hum, followed by the sharping thrusting of his arms tight to his chest. He shifts his head away from Tyson, ignorant protest as he insists on ignoring the other for being such an idiot. It doesn’t even last minute before Tyson is clinging to the material of Max’s t-shirt, so much so, that he might actually put creases into the material, and God damn it Tyson! Max ironed that the night previous.

“You’re such a wet blanket, Max. You can’t stay mad at me.” Tyson points out as he buries his face into the crook of Max’s neck, a faint nuzzle before he attacks the boys cheek with clumsy kisses and ridiculous little mumbles of pure affection. Max isn’t even mad, he claims that he’s furious in the carelessness of his boyfriend, but even Max knows that Tyson is right, and Tyson sloppy, stupid kisses are certainly working, and no - Max cannot stay mad at him. Not even if he tried.

Author’s note: just for you Ann, my lovely angel. xD Okay, this was more or less mushy in comparison to what you wrote, but you know me. I’m a soppy git, right? ;) And this was totally based on our conversation earlier, and please, for the love of God, when we go to London, please do not run in front of bus like Tyson, because I swear I will literally be a Max. ;) I love you! - Ellis.

Princeling of my heart…

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Or, I wanted to draw a “quick lil warmup sketch” to get back in the drawing groove after Katsucon before working on Inferno again, and well yeah, that didn’t work out… SOBS I LOVE PHICHIT TOO MUCH I LOVE HIM SOBS

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I just wanna stay in the sun where I find
Pieces of peace in the sun’s peace of mind
I know it’s hard sometimes
Yeah, I think about the end just way too much
But it’s fun to fantasize
On my enemies who wouldn’t wish who I was
But it’s fun to fantasize

Oh, oh, I’m falling, so I’m taking my time on my ride

*Lyrics from Twenty one pilots - Ride

Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum in the happy days before Altissia, Final Fantasy XV

A Lesson in Love (Confessions)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,178

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, this is not the end of story.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - The messages you sent me after editing this part let me know that I had successfully tugged on all of the right heartstrings, so thank you for that.

Originally posted by ditchthevillian

Whenever an uncomplicated task arises, people say it’s as easy to accomplish as breathing. The adage always made perfect sense to you whenever you heard it. Breathing is second nature. It can be done without having to think twice and, sometimes, it feels like certain tasks are the same way.

Today, that’s not the case. Standing here across from Bucky for the first time in weeks, you find that breathing is anything but easy. The air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as you stumbled upon the note he wrote on the canvas and you haven’t yet recovered. You have to keep reminding yourself to breathe, just breathe. But it’s hard. How are you supposed to remember to inhale and exhale in a moment like this?

“Are you going to say something?” You press, once the silence of the room becomes too unbearable. Your fingers curl tightly around the canvas as you wait for Bucky to speak. “Anything?”

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A li’l Star Wars space prince!Finn AU + Marvel crossover - because if the Guardians of the Galaxy can come to Earth, so can Prince Finn and his consorts :D

My belated contribution to @stormpilotweek2017 Day 6: “Any AU”
Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3

Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!


Your P.O.V
The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. 

Originally posted by sensualkisses

‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly… 

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