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Black Honey: Pt. 1

Summary: Starfire and Robin are officially an item, but what does that mean when the resident empath is stuck living between their respective bedrooms? Finding a new bunk buddy in Beast Boy was certainly not her first choice, and when she engages in a strange, night time activity, how long before the changeling notices what she’s up to? 

The Titans were happy for Robin and Starfire.

Genuinely happy.

It had been a long, long time coming, after all. The couple had been dancing around one another for as long as anyone could remember, neither ever bold enough to act on their genuine feelings for each other. Robin had been too thick headed, and Starfire apparently too subtle and unsure. So, when they had finally established their new, romantic relationship, every other Titan had been thrilled with the news.

That is, until their incessant romping sessions.

No one could blame them; something vague about teenagers, hormones, and pent up sexual frustration while living in close quarters. Not to mention, the bubbling sexual tension that had finally culminated into one hot, passionate affair after all those years. It was well earned, well deserved, and perfectly understandable that both the Titans leader and the alien beauty couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Once they’d tasted that forbidden fruit, it was near impossible to go back to anything else.

When the ‘sleepovers’ grew in frequency, and often throughout the wee hours of the early morning, the other Titans put up with it. They dealt with the lust filled cries, the sound of the creaking bedframe, of the steady banging against the thin walls while the mattress springs squeaked beneath their weight. It was all sweet in the beginning, and it was always nice to see the usually tense boy wonder unwind and relax after spending a relaxing evening with his girlfriend.

However, eventually, it became grating.

Most especially for Raven.

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Affirmation// Sherlock Holmes

Originally posted by elennemigo

This is not requested, but my ALL TIME favorite oneshots are the ones where the men actually show their insecurities and the woman comforts them and speaks that they are capable of being loved. That’s where this came from! Please enjoy!

Sherlock Holmes doesn’t understand how a woman like you can love a drug addicted, thick headed man like himself. After the incident with Culverton Smith, you decide to show him. 

Song lyrics from Amber Run- I Found Love

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  “No!” You snapped angrily, jumping in front of an raging John Watson who would have beaten Sherlock to death had you not intervened. Culverton watched with an awed expression as you lifted your hand and smacked John so hard that his head flew to the side. “You don’t get to act like you’re the only one who lost something, John Watson! You don’t get to act like all the fault is placed on the only man who has ever actually cared enough to take you under his wing. Because lets face it.” You gripped the lapels of his coat and pulled him so close to your face that he could feel your anger in waves across his face. 

  “You’re just as damaged as he is.” 

In hindsight, you probably should have abstained from hitting the grieving father and husband, but you would never tolerate watching someone beat Sherlock to death because his anger clouded his judgement. John had been wary to approach you since, but found it in him to do so when you attempted to kick him out of 221B when Sherlock was discharged from the hospital. “I’m just going now.” He said quietly, brushing past your form that stood in the doorway. “I’m sorry y/n. You know how hard this is on me-” 

You leaned outward and wrapped your fingers around the former war doctors wrist. “I’m sorry for lashing out at you John, but you know he needs us as much as we need him.” You replied, feigning a smile as he squeezed your hand and left the flat, leaving you alone with your boyfriend. 

  “How can you love someone like me?” A deep baritone rumbled, drawing you out of your trance. 

I’ll use you as a warning sign

That if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind

  “There’s so many reasons I love you, Sherlock Holmes. Words can not describe the unconditional love I feel for you. Even when we lock eyes,” You exhaled slowly as his blue eyes met yours, the left one swollen from the broken blood vessels. “My heart goes frantic.” 

  “That’s the thing!” He exclaimed, wincing as he stood to his feet and began to pace back and forth on the carpet. ‘’I adore you. I have adored you since the day we met because you are perfect. How can someone so perfect fall in love with someone who willingly lets their best friend beat him-” 

Marys death seemed to be a frequent topic of discussion every time John left the house for the night. “None of what happened to Mary is your fault. I’ve made that clear to John plenty of times since it happened.” You said firmly, curling your hands into fists. 

  “I’m a drug addict who didn’t have the decency to properly tell you when we started dating before the Reichenbach. You.. you utterly beautiful human being, you had so much faith in me that you waited two years to see if I’d return. I used to verbally tell you that you were incorrigible and dull. And then you somehow managed to show me that I loved you. And I do,” He hid his face in his hands in a futile attempt to mask the tears lingering in his eyes. “But God only knows you deserve someone much better then the junkie detective.” 

You were inches away from the detectives mutilated body, your breathing hitching as you took Sherlocks hand and sat it against your own to compare the drastic difference in size. “Do you know what I see in these hands? I have seen these hands save lives of innocent people. I have seen them in the most intimate ways, like the first time you found it in yourself to kiss me.” A sob broke past his lips as you led his hands to your jaw, smiling as he cupped it. “And your eyes.. I could get lost in them for hours. Those are eyes that have regarded me with such awe, and eyes that have cried thousands of tears you don’t deserve to have cried. Those are eyes that don’t just see- they also observe.” 


  “And finally, your lips.” You whispered, standing on your tiptoes and slowly trailing a finger along his cupids bow lips. Sherlock let out a moan he hadn’t expected as you slanted your mouth against his own and lightly took his bottom lip in between your teeth. “Lips that have regarded me as if I were a queen and made me feel as if I could run the world.” Your fingers curled in his shirt as his hands slid up under your blouse, and much to your surprise, caused him to pull away and bury his face in your neck. “Lips that left their mark and told others that I was yours and yours alone. That’s only one of the very reasons why I love you.” 

The two of you stood there for quite some time, cherishing the feeling of one another as Sherlock tightened his grip on your body, his trembling hands unsure of where to rest. “I-” He swallowed thickly, his voice muffled by his face in the crook of your shoulder. “Please don’t go anywhere. I need you. I-I love you.”

  “I love you too, but do you believe it when I say it?” 

You slowly pulled away and placed your hands on Sherlocks shoulders, applying enough pressure to ease him down into his chair. His arms opened as wide as they possibly could and you slid into them, throwing your legs over the chairs arm and resting your head against his shoulder. “There’s not one lie that comes from your lips. I’ve believed everything you said since you nearly offered yourself to Moriarty in exchange for Johns life. That’s why he’s always been taken with you.” 

It was clear from the trembling in his hands and his breathing that he was exhausted. “Are you tired my love?” you whispered, shushing his response as your fingers slid into his hair and began to slowly rake along his scalp. 

  “C-Can’t sleep. I’ll have nightmares of John literally trying to kill me.”

  “Do you have any ideas of what I can do to help you sleep?” 

Sherlock let out a sharp gasp as he picked you up bridal style and slowly ambled down the hall to your shared bedroom, resting you on your side before curling up in his, waiting to be able to rest his head on your chest. Your heart melted as he twined your legs together and threw his arm over your waist, his head resting on your chest. His curls tickled your nose, but you did your best to not laugh. “Sing. I don’t care what. Just sing to me.” 

You inhaled deeply and parted your lips, singing softly as Sherlock fell into a deep slumber. his fingers still linked with yours. 

I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be

Right in front of me

It talked some sense to me

He wasn’t perfect, but he was so perfectly imperfect, and he was yours. 

That made it all the more better. 

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Spock and Bones have clearly had a fight. They’ve been nigh silent to each other for days, not even polite thank yous, just the bare necessity that their jobs required. So, Jim sneakily invited them to his quarters at the same time then locked the door.

“Of all the thick headed notions you’ve ever had, Kirk, this takes the prize. Open the door,” Bones demanded, standing by the exit, not looking at Spock.

“No, tell me what’s happened,” Jim sayid. Bones glared at him, so Jim looked at Spock instead.

Spock raised an eyebrow at Bones. “Doctor?” He said softly.

Bones crossed his arms and sat down on the floor by the door grumbling loudly. “I’m not gonna say shit, Spock.”

Jim watched them in exasperated silence for a few minutes. Then, precisely four minutes after McCoy had said he wouldn’t speak, Spock spoke.

“Doctor McCoy claims to be in love with me. I doubt this, and I do not understand why he is lying about this,” Spock said simply.

Jim felt his mouth fall open in surprise. “Alright,” he croaked out. “Bones, I assume you’re feeling spurned?”

“That presumes I give a fuck about his response,” Bones muttered.

“Alright,” Jim said again. He’d known for perhaps a year now that Bones was keen on Spock, and for at least the past five months he’d been certain Spock felt the same. He would have been glad that they were discussing it if it had not so clearly gone so poorly.

“Spock, why do you assume Bones is lying about loving you?” Jim asked tiredly.

“He has shown no recent change in behaviour to imply a new interest in me,” Spock said. He was watching Bones closely. Bones, however, was alternating between glaring at the ground and picking at his fingernails.

“Maybe ‘cause I’ve been into you for three hellish years,” Bones said sarcastically, his tone dripping with contempt.

Jim sighed and glanced over at Spock. “Spock, d'you hav-”

“You have not been in love with me for years,” Spock interrupted.

“Like hell I haven’t!” Bones replied.

“You have not, you have been rude and uninterested in me for years, not to mention your repeated attempts to develop a romantic relationship with various women.”

“Well, you can hardly blame me for trying to get over your unpleasant ass!”

“You have-”

“Gentlemen,” Jim interrupted. They turned to face him, both having stood up to shout at the other. “Spock, Bones has wanted you for more than a year.”

“How in the name of Christ’s fish d'you know that?” Bones demanded.

“You got very drunk a year ago on Karanax Seven.”

Bones thought for a moment. “Oh, shit,” he whispered.

“And Bones,” Jim added, “Spock wants you too, but he doesn’t know what to do. Be kind.”

And with that, Jim left. The two would either figure it out themselves, or he would get involved again in a week’s time.

I Never Thought

Does it ever frustrate any of you Rationals (esp. INTPs) when someone seems to be so dense that your perfectly logical reasoning seems to go right over his head?

Ha! What am I saying? Of course it frustrated you. Having someone not see reason is about one of the most frustrating things that an INTP could ever endure.

What about when another INTP doesn’t see reason?

Gasp. Really? Surprising as it may sound, there are times when INTPs are just as thick-headed and ignorant as everyone else, and they’re thickheaded right in their’own area of supposed expertise. The thing is, logic only works if the premise is right. And two people logic their ways to conclusions in the same way from two different premises, then they’re bound to get two different conclusions.

For all of our love of intellect, we can be ridiculous at times. And I think we ourselves are proof of the fallacy of logic. Our brains aren’t perfect. They don’t always arrive at correct conclusions. People who put their trust in logic are actually great fools, because logic doesn’t always work. Oh, in some cases it’s a good deal smarter to be logical than to be emotional (okay, in most cases), but that doesn’t mean that logic is the be-all, end-all to every situation. Let’s keep it in perspective.

And just because your conclusion is logical doesn’t mean your conclusion is right.

Be my Valentine - Draco x Harry - February 15th

Draco gulped, the arms previously raised in an open and challenging stance now hanging by his sides. “What are we doing, Potter?”

“I should ask the same of you,” Harry said, taking one, then another step forward. “You’re so damn thick-headed.”

Several seconds, where the men shared breathing space, siphoned all the air from the room. For the first time in several minutes, Harry’s gaze wandered from Draco’s eyes and moved slowly down to his lips. Draco licked them in response, his mouth unable to properly wet the lips still dry from flying.

“But you’ve got a beautiful smile, and I’ve been dying to kiss you for weeks. Months, really,” Harry said, each breath hitting Draco’s neck and face. Draco realized he wasn’t breathing anymore when Harry’s eyes met his again.
“May I?”

                                                (February 15th (FFnet/AO3) by disillusionist9)

for @disillusionist9 (happy Feb15th )

anonymous asked:

What do you think Kai's first time would be like?

He’d be kind of nervous but since he’s a man he’s too stubborn and thick headed to say anything or let the partner know he’s nervous. He’d have an idea of what to do but since he does know all girls are different he doesn’t want to do something wrong. Once he’s shown, he’s comfortable and takes it from there. He’d be surprisingly perfect for his first time which blows her mind and it’d go for a few rounds until he’s exhausted and she’s nearly asleep because now he knows what he’s capable of and he’s definitely going to see if they can fool around again. 😉😉

More morons are complaining about Maya-centric episodes, so here we go.
  • There are 64 aired episodes of GMW (including Bear and GLONY). And there are only about 9 god-damned episodes centered entirely around Maya. The rest of the 55 episodes centre around Riley, Farkle, or the group as a whole, or both Maya and Riley.
  • MJ :) has :) said :) that :) girl :) refers :) to :) both :) of :) them :)
  • In BMW there were a shitload of Shawn-centric episodes and arcs. Back then, nobody complained because they weren’t as thick-headed he’s Cory’s best friend—he’s got just as much learning to do about the world.
  • At no point has Riley done nothing in an episode. At no point has she ever been pushed to the very ends of the earth, just lying around in her couch while Maya was out doing stuff with everybody else in her episodes. In Riley-centric episodes, Maya’s there. In Maya-centric episodes, Riley’s still there and she happens to be important.
  • There are more Riley-centric episodes in the show anyway—y’all are just biased and petty.
  • “lmao there were a couple maya-centric episodes in a row” well my dear, that’s what we call an arc. Maybe if you didn’t watch The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse very often, you’d understand how television works.
  • You know Girl Meets Gravity? Ah, yes. That one episode where Riley and Maya understand that the earth doesn’t revolve around them—ergo, episodes can centre around anybody. They understood that—you? Not so much.

Originally posted by giference

As a way of introducing my new Freedom Wars oc, Devlin. Here is information about him:

Devlin “the devil”

height: 6" 1’
age: 27
gender: male
personality traits:

Likes: the sound of silence, listening to others talk, and slaughtering his enemies
Dislikes: idiots, wanna-be leaders, people getting in his way, and being reminded of the past
Main weapon: hyuga mk3
Gun: SR-42/Custom
Thorn type: Shielding Thorn

He is well known for being a trustworthy ally, but only shows his trust to others that he knows he can rely on to have his back. Otherwise, he considers useless people to just be in the way. His choice with spear allows him to switch from close range to long range. If possible, depending on how crazy the battlefield can be, he can switch to his sniper rifle where he aims for the more critical points on abductors and deadly accurate head shots to get rid of human enemies faster.
Only on the battlefield does he shows his true nature. Most people call him the devil instead of his actual name. His behavior on the battle field can be best described as subtle madness. Always a blank expression on his face when he slaughters his victims. Sometimes he will show an arrogant smile every now and then. Only if he is really in a good mood. After killing for so long he gets bored of the same routine, everyday feels like the same thing. He rarely talks about his past. More like he wants to forget it. He kills so much he loses track of time and what time of the year it is.
His whereabouts of his sister is unknown. He has tried over the years looking for, but can only go based on rumors. He isn’t even sure if she still uses the same name anymore. 

[ it’s sad I have to mirror his screenshot in order to get his hair to look like how I drew him. Shame it’s not Toukiden character customization when it comes to hairstyles. ]

The name Devlin is a Gaelic baby name. In Gaelic the meaning of the name Devlin is: Fierce.

Song of choice: Empty me - Dark Tranquillity

Also a short story with him and Rey.


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anonymous asked:

Laxus, you're a Dragon Slayer. Where's your Kitty?

Laxus: *Growls* I hate cats.
Cana: Ha! No he doesn’t. Not really. But you guys aren’t the first to ask something like this! Ha ha! Gajeel in particular is currently on a private mission to find a cat just for Laxus. He’s always finding them somehow, especially little yellow ones the same colour as Laxus’ lightning, and bringing them round for Laxus. He gets really irritated now whenever he so much as sees a cat in the streets, ha ha ha!
Laxus: Look maybe it’s because my magic comes from a lacrima but I don’t have a cat. I don’t need one and I don’t even really want one. So can you all do me a favour and pass this message to that thick headed Iron Dragon Slayer so he’ll leave me alone already!

OP 775

Ok this is very important yes?? It’s not me who actually thought of this, credits go to a ZoNa fan named fmdevil (hope you don’t mind if I share it? If you do mind I can take this down). 

Well well well!!!! The thing is, he highlighted some very interesting relations regarding Zoro x Nami and Leo x Mansherry from One Piece chapter 775:

We have a princess that is spoiled, selfish, moody, short tempered and “injured” who apparently has a thing for this young, brave, thick headed warrior (who is absolutely and totally… oblivious to his princess’ feelings towards him):

Yes, basically this is Mansherry and Leo. Mansherry is the princess who was captured and injured, whereas Leo is a warrior who couldn’t help but actually worry about the princess, he helps her and despite all his fretting (AND mainly injuries that are worse than the princess’), he still complies to her.

Now, isn’t this moment somehow similar to something that happened a long~ long~ time ago? Only this time with Zoro and Nami?

Basically, Nami is just like the princess being a handful, selfish, short tempered girl who actually does have a queeny-like air around her, while Zoro is like the dwarfish warrior - thick headed, strong and more than anything, he complies to his “princess/queen” despite all the talk. 

Their situation right here is very similar, to say the least: Mansherry and Nami’s character match, the same with Leo and Zoro; Mansherry/Nami are injured, but not so much like Leo/Zoro; Mansherry/Nami are somehow able to force Leo/Zoro to do what they want and Leo/Zoro comply to them. And strangely as it is, I also can’t help but think that Manshrerry/Nami also treat Leo/Zoro sometimes more special than the rest (please read: more mean).

And…what…if… actually Nami also had the same “motives” like Mansherry, now that we saw all these similarities? You know, what if Nami actually wanted to be carried around by the warrior, just like Mansherry here?? AND WHAT IF Nami probably even has the same feelings like Mansherry has for Leo? 

Yes, let me spell it out for you: WHAT IF Nami actually has a thing for Zoro and that’s why she wanted him to carry her, despite all the injuries he had? 

Now, go and throw stones at me or throw me in a delicious cake I don’t care but heck, whatever Oda is trying to pull I JUST HOPE HE ISN’T GIVING ME FALSE HOPE AND WON’T MAKE ME DIE FROM THESE ZONA FEELS. END 

listen…. arguing with antis/egalitarians on here is literally pointless and exhausting because they yell all day about how the Tumblr Kids™ can’t deal with being argued with but they’re literally the same way
they won’t listen to you if you call yourself a feminist. they won’t listen to you if you support black lives matter. they won’t listen to you if you criticize religion or capitalism or racism. no matter how reasonable you try to be they still say stupid shit like “but how can you expect anything intelligent to come out of the mouth of a radical feminist”
like it’s whatever i don’t care that you’re a stubborn thick-headed mule of a person, lots of people are, just get off your goddamn soapbox about how fragile and intolerant liberals are, quit trying to pretend you’re more reasonable and open to debate, because you’re not. you just want to hear yourself talk and feel smart and enlightened that you’re not an idiot liberal like the rest of us. but you’re drinking the kool-aid too, buddy, you’re just drinking the red instead of the blue.

When guys get skinny shamed

It is just as wrong as when girls are shamed for being thin. I shouldn’t even have to say this, I seriously am baffled that I have to point this out.
“Cuddling a skinny guy is like cuddling a bag of sticks”
“Skinny guys don’t know how to eat ;)”
“Why would you date a guy that’s skinnier than you?”
“If your man is skinnier than you, you have a girlfriend, not a boyfriend”

How thick headed do you have to be to not understand that your body weight has NOTHING.TO.DO with your masculinity or ability to love and please your partner, and a girl isn’t “dating another girl” by being with a thin guy.

Stop trying to make people feel like shit because you don’t like what you see in the mirror, stop trying to force your preferences for bigger people on others, stop shaming girls for who they love and stop trying to make men feel like they need to change their bodies to be a good lover. You’re just as bad as the people who thin shame women.