this has been a very intense day

Day #29

Hey peeps!
It is with much relief that I say I am FINALLY getting over kidney stones 2017. Just when I thought I was better, nope! More stones and 2 surgeries later, here we are! But all is better now. I had my second stint removed yesterday morning and I feel SO much better this morning. I got THE BEST sleep last night, first time in a month! All of this struck right at the beginning of my HRT journey which was really unfortunate, but IT DID NOT CONQUER ME! I stuck with my hormones even through all of the other medication once I got the green light from my doctor. Today is 29 solid consecutive days on HRT and it is definitely showing in my opinion. A picture only says so much, but my skin is getting so soft, it is really nice and makes me smile. It has been difficult separating my emotions because some things I was experiencing were because of the kidney stones or medications they had me on. So, I am excited to really tune into my mental state as I begin finishing my antibiotics and eventually get back to just taking my hormones. I did have a bit of an emotional spell right before Mothers day, but that very well might not have been hormones. I had a lot of stress going on unrelated to why I felt like I was having such intense emotions. Like I said, I am glad to be getting back to just my hormones.

Also, I know it is not Tuesday.
But honestly, whatever. 
This shirt is comfy.


anonymous asked:

can we talk about harry getting a little tattoo on his ring finger when he gets married?? just imagine how sweet it'd be aww

PLEASEEEE I THINK ABOUT THIS OFTEN BECAUSE IT’S LITERALLY SOMETHING HARRY WOULD DO!!! He’d be so cute about it, too, and maybe he doesn’t even tell you when he has one of his mates that have done a million of his other smaller tattoos do it. It could happen a month of so after the wedding and honeymoon (which was nearly a whole month itself and Harry had told everyone to fuck off while the two of you disconnected from the rest of the world for a bit). You’ve had a little over a week to settle in as newlyweds now, though, not that it took much, because you finally stopped paying rent at your own place and moved in with Harry completely about a year ago (even though he had been begging you to for months beforehand, because you mostly lived together, anyway, so it just made sense and you were just wasting money). Today’s been his first day back at work, though, which really just entailed going to a few meetings and getting a bit of writing done for his next album, and the rest of the time was spent fucking around with his team. 

When he comes home, he finds you in the kitchen finishing up dinner, and he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and presses his face into your neck. “’F you tracked dirt into this house because you refuse to take your shoes off at the door, ‘m gonna’ kill you,” you tell him, placing a hand over his on your tummy, and you feel him smiling against your skin. “You wouldn’t. Can’t live without me,” he shoots back, and you spin around until you’re facing him, and he’s grinning down at you (and you, up at him). He leans in after that, but you turn your head so that he misses your lips and gets your cheek instead. You expect him to put up a fight, pretend that he’s hurt, but instead he just presses his lips harder against your cheek, grabs for your hands, and laces your fingers together. He’s got you pressed between his body and the counter by the time he starts peppering wet kisses along your jaw, and you groan, doing your best to move away from his assault. His grip tightens and he presses up against you a bit harder. “You’re so annoying,” you complain, but you’re out of breath from laughing so hard, and he knows you don’t mean it. “‘S too bad. Y’stuck with me,” he counters, bringing your intertwined hands up, and that’s when you see it. 

You’ve had an obsession with looking at Harry’s left hand ever since you put his wedding ring there during your ceremony, and each time your heart has lurched and you’ve nearly caught a sob in your throat. This time it’s no different, but it’s more intense than it has been since the first few days, because there’s the tiniest bit of black ink just below where his new, shiny wedding band rests against the fourth finger. Said ink appears to be in the shape of your first name’s initial, in your handwriting, and there’s a red sort of glow around it, which leads you to think that it may be permanent. That thought makes you feel a bit dizzy and you must look very suddenly drained of color, because Harry narrows his eyes at you, and then follows your gaze to his finger. He smiles, and you look up at him with wide eyes. “You like it, then?” He questions, his voice his softer, but just hearing the rasp of it brings a smile to your face and you hold his left hand tighter. 

“Is it real?” You murmur, and he lets out a breath of laugh, because it very obviously is, but your voice sounds genuinely filled with wonder as if you don’t quite believe it. “’Ve got ‘big’ tattooed on one of ‘m big toes, ‘nd you’re asking me ‘f your initial is real or not?” He teases, and you want to swat at his chest, but you’d rather keep holding his hands, squeezing them as if to encourage him to further explain. “Remember when I told you I didn’t even need a ring? That night when you thought I was proper smashed ‘nd I was beggin’ you to let’s just get married already, and your argument was that we didn’t have rings yet?” He starts, and you give him a small nod, and he lets out another quiet laugh. “I believe I told you we could just get tattoos ‘f some sort on our ring fingers after, didn’t I?” You nod again, and he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, and you wrap your arms around his middle, hugging him close to you. You had been together right around four years now, and you still were never able to get close enough to him. “Still wanted mine. Even if you wouldn’t let me marry you that night. You’re part ‘f me. Already were, but now y’can see it,” he says, and you turn your head to press a kiss to his palm and then you’re leaning up to kiss him properly right after. 

Harry makes a choked off sound, like he’s surprised by the kiss, but he melts into it easily. You think you could probably kiss him forever, just like this – standing in the middle of your kitchen, you in your joggers and t-shirt, and Harry in the same except he’s got on jeans, feeling the newest sensation of feeling an extra ring on his hand as he cups your cheek. It’s breathtaking, and you’re certain no one has ever been as in love as the two of you are. When you pull apart for a bit of air, you tell him that you want his initial, too, and he raises an eyebrow. “Y’can have it t’night if you trust me enough t’let me do it,” he tells you, and you nod quickly. He’s no tattoo artist, you know that, but he does have a kit, and he’s got enough tattoos himself to know how to do it properly. He’s also tattooed a few of his mates, just as they’ve done him, so you know he knows what he’s doing. Also, there’s something about Harry tattooing his own initial, in his handwriting, into your skin that makes it beyond intimate. Just the idea makes you feel hot all over and needy for him, so you press closer and drag your hand over the dip in his back beneath his t-shirt. He clearly doesn’t pick up on it, though, because he smiles as he presses a peck to your lips and steps away. You whine because that’s all you get out of him. 

Not a minute later, though, you catch his smirk and realize that he has, in fact, picked up on it, but instead of doing something about it, he’s taking two plates from the cabinet and placing them on the counter beside the dish of pasta you’ve successfully made (and forgotten about in the fifteen minutes he’s been home). When he speaks, it seems so sudden that you nearly jump. “Know tattoos get y’ all hot ‘n bothered, baby, but think about how bad y’gonna’ want it after I’ve done your tattoo,” he tells you, turning back to face you and setting both plates in front of the barstools at the island in the center of the kitchen. “Remember when y’got your first? Could hardly keep y’off ‘f me while I drove us home,” he says, and his voice is fond and you love when he does this – pretend he’s not just as affected as you are. You let him be cocky, even if you know the truth. “Promise I’ll take good ‘f you after we’re finished. Know how wet it gets you,” he murmurs, once you’re sitting beside him, and you lean over to press a kiss just below his jaw, and he places a hand on the inside of your thigh. 

You end up getting two tattoos that night – an ‘H’ in his handwriting, just below where your wedding band rests, to match his, and a heart he’s drawn directly on the skin of your hip. “’S a fuckin’ shame ‘m not gonna be able t’get my mouth on y’there for a week now,” he tells you after he’s finished, and you tell him there are plenty of other places he can put his mouth in the meantime.

And he does

I’m sure someone has done this before but please consider a Marichat/Adrienette Tarzan AU where Adrien grows up in the jungle, but instead of being raised by apes, he’s found by black panthers. He finds a snarky brother figure in Plagg, runs around the jungle like a panther, swift and agile and stealthy in the night. He knows he’s different from his brother, but he doesn’t know why. He has seen humans, and though he seems to have the same kind of head and arms and torso and legs as them, he doesn’t look like them, he doesn’t think he’s one of them, not really. The colors of his skin and hair are unlike the other humans hunting in the jungle, with their dark bodies painted and their sharpened spears pointed at Adrien’s animal brothers.

One day he stumbles on the crash site and finds the plane. Plagg somewhat tries to steer him away, but Adrien is drawn to the strange jagged metal. He slinks into the plane and finds a photograph–though he doesn’t really know what a photograph is, he’s innately sharp enough to work out that it’s some kind of painting. He’s elated to find that the humans on it look quite like himself, not like the other hunting humans he’s seen. One of the humans on the photo is a tall man with short silver hair and intelligent eyes, and the other is a woman long flowing hair and a gentle smile. Adrien’s heart pangs at the sight of them, though he doesn’t know why. And then there’s another human, a cub–a baby–sitting on the woman’s lap. This little human has fluffy hair, and bright eyes… It eerily looks like Adrien himself, when as a boy he used to look at the clear, still water of the watering hole before the other animals came in.

With a jolt Adrien realizes what the photograph is, and what the destroyed state of the plane means. He looks at Plagg, so many questions hammering in his chest but nothing getting past his throat. Plagg says nothing, but, in a rare show of affection, rubs the top of his head on Adrien’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, Marinette has been sent into the jungle to cook for a scientific expedition. While Mme. Mendeleiev is mostly a camper, she’s too busy doing science things to eat, much less prepare meals, thus the need for a cook. And while Mme. Mendeleiev is an intense, rather acidic personality, Marinette is given time to walk around the perimeter of the camp and sketch. One day she dares to stray a bit farther than she usually does, and chances upon a ladybug resting on a leaf. She very carefully hunkers down on her belly to inspect it before it flies away. With keen eyes, she commits the scene to memory: the exact shade of red, the number of spots, the way the light fell on the trees, and the green, green eyes in the shadows– 

Marinette gasps, freezing in place. For several moments, nothing moves, not even the air nor the little ladybug resting on the leaf. And then the body that owns the green eyes inches forward. Her heart pounding against her ribs and the ground below, Marinette drinks in the sight of the figure before her. Dirtied hands, lean but strong arms, fair but slightly tanned human skin, dazzling golden hair, and the most curious green eyes Marinette has ever seen.

Edit: Aaaand I’ll be putting all related drabbles and things in the #feral!adrien au tag.

Beauty of the Ball

Title: Beauty of the Ball

 Summary: No one wants to fly solo to the biggest celebration of the year, and yet you find yourself in that exact predicament.  That is until a very kind king decides to change that.  

 Warnings: None?

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Originally posted by acebarduil

The battle was won, Erebor reclaimed, and thanks to the amazing healing power of the elves, everyone got out with their lives.  Sure, Thorin had to use a cane to walk and Fili had some back problems now, but they were alive, and that was all that mattered.

It is what brought the company to this day.  It was about a week before the big celebration.  They were going to call it “Thorin’s Day”, to honor the bravery of their new king as he faced the dragon and reclaimed his kingdom.  Many argued, and by many you mean Nori and you, jokingly, that it should be named “The Company’s Day” but it didn’t have the same ring to it.

Planning and preparations were in full swing, the food being planned, wine and ale purchased, the now golden floored hall being decorated, it was a site to see.  Now that the other dwarves had returned, life was bustling once again in Erebor, it was great to see the carefree smiles that no longer held worries of dragons and death, but instead were optimistic of the future.

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Episode 94, part 2: everyone’s favourite angry teenage CEO has a hallucinatory disassociative episode during a card game! (part 1 is here) (there will be a part 3, these dorks are pretty fucking chatty)




Ishizu has foretold his doom and accurately predicted every twist and turn of this duel so far, even correctly calling cards before Seto had even drawn them… she knows the future and she knows he’s going to lose, there’s nothing he can do… this is the worst day ever



so yeah, Kaiba’s a bit of a rollercoaster rn 

Yami is working some intense camera angles, the cinematography choices are bold this episode but I think they would have been better using that effort on keeping everyone’s eyes consistent sizes and shapes just saying

Yami’s dubious because Isis has really held her own during this duel and seems very confident

he’s also ADORABLE and WORRIED FOR HIS (boy)FRIEND how cute is that

in fact, Isis is a lot more cool and calm than Kaiba is and I think Yami’s able to tell: Kaiba’s talking big talk (as per fuckin usual) but he’s STALLING

like this isn’t like him; no dramatic pronouncement, no outrageous gestures, he doodles around asking if she’s ready and shit, and he’s sweating

Isis is ready, she’s seen this before and she remembers it for our benefit now:

I don’t know if this is in slightly fuzzy slightly sepia because that’s how she sees the visions or because that’s what her memory is like (if it’s her memory, her memory is quite like Yami’s but she remembers in “video” not “images”)

either way, it doesn’t end well for Seto

Seto Kaiba blasting off againnnnnn

Kaiba goes to call his attack and Yami Malik just fuckin heads off, so confident in Isis’s plan that he doesn’t even bother to stay to watch Seto lose (maybe he doesn’t know about the painful-looking explosion, it seems like that would be right up his twisted, sketchy-looking, don’t-go-this-way-after-dark alley)

Y’know, I’ll say it again: Yami Malik in the Japanese is weirdly complimentary. Like okay, “fearsome” is not always a word you expect people to take as a compliment but he definitely means it as one, and he’s very upfront about acknowledging both Isis’s and Mai’s dueling ability and strength. So way to go on being less sexist than a portion of the fandom, Mr Murderous Maniac.

In any case, he doesn’t get far…

Yami’s attention is attracted by the lightshow but almost immediately returns to Seto, who abruptly stopped talking halfway through the word “attack!” and is now staring into space and TRIPPING MERRILY THRU A 90s MUSIC VIDEO EFFECT

You can almost see the wheel spinning in his head: someone drugged me, the holograms are malfunctioning don’t be ridiculous KaibaCorp tech doesn’t malfunction, I’m experiencing the sudden onset of a high fever, someone’s hacked into the holograms, somehow this is being caused by Mutou lying about friendship–

But he’s confronted with a vision of the stone tablet of “definitely not me” and “definitely not that shortass Mutou” that Isis showed him in the museum, and I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP, HIS VISION LINGERS ON:

the images from the tablet flash across his eyes but he starts and ends on the image of Atem!

And then he sees a vision of something he hasn’t seen before:

I don’t believe he recognises “himself” in the young man, he focuses on the tablet, on his dragon, but he is briefly connected to his past self’s feelings


Although surprisingly, when he snaps out of it, he doesn’t start denying it or questioning how, he questions why

Somehow, he trusts his loyal dragon and decides the vision came from his most important card(s)

Which is why we ended up with a man standing on a blimp yelling “What the hell do you want?!” at his own hand of trading cards #justYGOthings

<(~_oO°~VvUu*_//❤️\-  S E R V A M P   A N I M E - //❤️\_*uUvV~°Oo_~)>

do you all remember that day,
that day we’ve all been waiting for… !
waiting for a masterpiece to become an Anime ~~! 5. July !

god aka StrikeTanaka said: “let there be the 5. July 2016 ”
~~~>// and then the ultimate Servamp Hype began \(*w*)/ !! \<~~~

what a great day to be alive,
now it’s the 5th of July, the very first anniversary for our beloved vampire series ❤️ (9 *w*)9 !!
 S E R V A M P
heeppiiiii basdeeeey Savanpu Animeee ~ :> ! höhö ~
It really has been an entire year, goddammit, time runs fast as always ;w;) It feels like as if it has been released a few months ago, ahah.. :’D
but still, good times, VERY GOOD TIMES…!
I know some of you weren’t there when the ServampAnime-Countdown started, but it is a fact that every ServampFan was hyped af and a lot of us even didn’t do homework or something >v>)b
Those last days before the release were intense with creating a lof of countdown-fanarts and screaming all day long.

And then when the Anime was actually released we cried happy tears, didn’t sleep and probably watched the first episode like 6 times xD
like, it was truly beautiful, almost everyone had holidays so it’ll be pure heaven to watch the series >w>)9 ! srsly, couldn’t have been a better time ~

At that point tuesday was the official Servamp day ! :D
nothing was more in important in life, IT JUST WASN’T.
And after having watched every single episode we fans talked about it, spammed pics all over our other acc’s, etc ~
For example my weekly SakuyaSpam on Instagram!  I simply posted almost every screenshot of Sakkun possible and wrote a bunch of texts down below =w=)❤️ ( especially enjoyable per episode 3 & 4..!! AHH YISSS ).
It was just incredibly amazing to see all those characters in actual bright colors, moving and speaking with those ikemen-voices! dayum all those seiyuus ~ everyone did a great job \\v\\) ! SAKUYA'SVOICELIKEGODDAMMITYUTOEARGASM24/7.

sadly there wasn’t the AliceinArc or the very first Servamp rendez-vous in the restaurant,
but ey,
it was still enjoyable, ne ? \( >v>)/
Even my father said he didn’t really understand what’s up in the Anime but he was truly impressed by those character designs/animations !
The alternative ending that people chose for the Anime wasn’t bad either, I liked that past of Tsubaki and how everything escalated right at the worldtree tower =v=)b
Of course the ending will be faaaaar more different ! so excited what will happen ~~ letthesufferingcome.. !
So if fans are sort of confused about nearly everything,
~~~ P L E A S E ~~~ ;///;)9 !!
the Manga is so much SO MUUUCHH deeper and exciting, just DO ITTTT :M !!
D O   I T

that having said it is still to say that the 5th of July is a very special day >w>)9 ! one of the best days in my entire life, ahah <3 mychildshallbeborntherehuehuehue
hope you had a lot of fun exisiting on that day too :>! If you entered later in the fandom, then IMAGINE THE LEVEL OF INSANITY WHAT HAPPENED BACK THEN òwó) !!
great times ~ gonna read my entire SakuyaSpam when I’m going to bed owo
And also remember, thanks to the Anime people got to meet new people an make friends ! It’s always great to meet new lovely people ~~
so THX A LOT SERVAMP-ANIME once again ( /*/////*)/!! words cannot even describe how great Servamp is, srsly

now my drawing,
have some Kuro with Kuro and Kuro !
Kuro carrying Kuro reaching for Kuro, bathing in Kuro’s kuro-ness and Kuro almost touching Kuro’s necklace.
can you feel his pain?
eheheh ~~~ !
last year I drew a Chibi Version of Kuro and his inner self with some water, and now the ‘upgraded’ version xD

// I’ll also post a Speedpaint of it on my yt channel! ( if everything goes right ) gotta post it a few days later :D ! //

~ HOPE U LIKE IT \( >w>)/ !!

anonymous asked:

on jakku giving people food freely (i.e. as a gift with no expectation of return) and saying its a gift is how they propose marriage. Giving different food back is how you accept. Rey in the resistance is SO CONFUSED. Why are you all into polygamy resistance people. Everyone is proposing to me. Im flattered general but really jfc where did this come from. I don't even know you random mechanic #6! Oh.... poe/finn... thank you for the apple. Would you like a space potato?


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a quiet life, a lonely life, a loving life

This fic is for kazliin​, who is an incomparable goddess and responsible for the amazing Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches, one of the best yuri on ice fanfics. It’s been a wild ride these past few months, and everything you gave us, we want to give back, in as many ways as we can. I hope you like this, and everything else we’ve made you <3 <3 <3 

i wrote this in between Chapter 13 and 14, so a lot of it got spectacularly jossed. but by the time chapter 14 came out i had already written 4k of it OTL. it seems a shame not to put it out, if only to show kaz that her fic has been pushing us to create and produce even before UMFB officially ended. 

EDIT: it’s kazliin’s birthday today, and i only found out! happy birthday kaz and thanks for everything in the rivals verse you are a gift. 

a quiet life, a lonely life, a loving life 

Summary: Morooka has been following Yuuri’s career. He doesn’t plan to stop.

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anonymous asked:

My bus was half an hour late and I was in the rain. Pls some Keith headcanons if you got some, it would really cheer me up❤️

i’m so sorry!! i hope you can get under a warm blanket soon :(( but yes! of course!

  • Keith snorts when he laughs, the entire team finds it super endearing
    • they try to make him laugh after a hard day, it always brightens everyone’s mood
  • he isn’t normally very affectionate, but he randomly gets hit by waves of intense affection and just plops onto people
    • just, i need love *grabby hands*
  • pidge has pictures upon pictures of aliens crowding around keith
    • it makes no sense to any of them, he’s the most reserved of all of them, but the aliens always flock to him
    • especially pets, he’s been knocked down by hordes of dog-like aliens too many times too count
    • at this point he just kinda rolls with it
  • after finding out he’s deceptively strong, pidge and lance will randomly jump on him at any time during the day, trying to knock him over
    • it never works
    • keith gets Grumpy
      • his hair gets floofier when he does A Grump
  • he really likes baggy clothes, despite normally wearing tighter ones
    • when he actually sleeps, he sleeps in a shirt about three times his size
    • he loves it
Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #29

That’s almost a hundred.

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

The Times They Remembered Pidge Was a Girl by MagmaWrites
Words:  1,639 (WIP 1/?)
Author’s Summary:  The stuff you have to deal with while being a girl doesn’t change just because you’re up in space. At least you have four guys, five lions, and two aliens on your side.
My Comments: Super cute space family being super cute.

Reach out for you (break these walls) by Utsukushin (UserFromPluto)
Words: 9,139
Author’s Summary: Keith is trying to make himself smaller, to bury his head deeper in his knees, and Lance’s heart freezes in his chest. Anger dissipating like an exploded firework, Lance lets his hand fall limply to his side, mind blurring with static. When he tries to speak, nothing comes out but a choked noise, so he tries again.“Keith,” he breathes. “Keith I’m not going to hurt you.” (Keith has an abusive past, but with time and care Lance helps him become accustomed to positive touch.)
My Comments: Klance, but reads mostly platonic. Lance just cares a whole, whole lot, and he’s very gentle and very careful and sweet, and the way Keith just sort of BLOSSOMS under the sunlight of his regard is beautiful to watch.

Garrison Days by castlestormed
Words: 4,093
Author’s Summary: Snippets of the kids’ Galaxy Garrison days: Hunk keeps things together, Pidge plods on with a purpose, and Lance tears through life with the audacity of a trainwreck. Fic 1: We were only talking. (Lance) Fic 2: Are you done ranting? (Pidge) Fic 3: We had a reason that day. (Hunk)
My Comments: Great interpretation of my favorite trio. Just a joy to read.

The Machinations of Perception by HapaxLegomenon
Words: 11,518 (WIP 5/23)
Author’s Summary: Matt Holt has been a Galran captive for… he doesn’t remember how long. He’s starting to lose hope of ever escaping, and is well past the starting point of losing his sanity.
My Comments: This one is intense and brutal. The rating is deserved, though it’s delicately handled. Take care if you have psychological triggers. That said, I’m very compelled by this version of Matt and his struggles to hold himself together so he can TRY to take care of his new cellmate.

Tell Me Something, Anything by wingedflower
Words: 1,875
Author’s Summary: Shiro wakes up from a nightmare with his Galra arm hurting like hell. He is ready to handle this alone, like always, but this time comfort comes from an unexpected source.
My Comments: I love it when Lance is out of his depth but still tries really, really hard, because he just cares so much and he can’t not try. He does succeed in helping in the end, and Shiro is grateful.

Ache by Zurela
Words: 3,790
Author’s Summary: Lance’s knee gets dislocated during a fight with a new robeast. He decides to ignore that for the sake of protecting his teammates, but Shiro doesn’t seem to agree with that idea.
My Comments: Here, have some more Lance whump. I never really get tired of it.

A Bright Light by Bandity
Words: 9,412
Author’s Summary: Lance gets injured on a mission gone wrong, but that was really only the beginning of his problems.
My Comments: Possibly my new favorite fic of all time, definitely my favorite of this list. Lance just deteriorates so FAST, and the scenario is so creative and cool, and the support of everyone else as they try to figure out the problem and fix it and help Lance through it is wonderfully steady and strong. Great Hunk, great Shiro, great everyone, and there are several images in this story that are gonna stick with me for a long time. Powerful stuff.

Everything You Are by Bandity
Words: 5,508 (WIP ½)
Author’s Summary: Follow up to Disappear Completely. Spoilers for Season 2. Lance was getting better, he really was. But when faced with losing another team member, he might just end up back where he was before.
My Comments: Sequel to my PREVIOUS favorite fic of the list, and this one is so good, too. I loved the levity in parts and the way Lance at the end draws Keith into his world. But in the middle is a whole lot of pain and grief from missing Shiro. Absolutely heartwrenching.

let my roots take flight by BathosBardess
Words: 3,362
Author’s Summary: “Katie, you’re fourteen.” “Pidge Gunderson is seventeen. He has no family. He graduated with a 3.8 GPA. I’ll be fine, Mom.” // Katie Holt never meant to be a problem child.
My Comments: Great Pidge backstory with some really powerful language and touching scenes.

For The Love of Quiznak, Just Let Us Take Care of You by inkbadger
Words: 2,876
Author’s Summary: Shiro gets sick. Of course, he doesn’t realize that he’s sick until it hits him like a truck.Or: Space Dad gets taken care of by his worried kids.Who sometimes want to throttle him for not sharing these things.
My Comments: Super cute space family being super cute, this time featuring sick Shiro.

Heirlooms by mackerelmademedoit
Words: 6,333
Author’s Summary: Something is wrong with Red and Keith just can’t figure it out. As her consciousness bounces backwards and forwards through time, Keith does a little time travelling of his own and remembers his father.
My Comments: Great Keith backstory, but I also love this one for the Keith and Coran interaction.

Deep Breath by Vialana
Words: 1,164
Author’s Summary: Envy is an ugly emotion. Lance hates it. Shooting things helps him deal with it.
My Comments: Really lovely Lance and Blue. I love them so much.

Constellation by WildWolf25
Words: 4,109
Author’s Summary: Each of them are like stars in the vast, cold, darkness of space. But when they come together, they form a constellation, and suddenly the world doesn’t seem quite so dark anymore.
My Comments: Paladin cuddle pile! Always good.

Disturbance by buttered_onions
Words: 18,915
Author’s Summary: Shiro is missing. Lance is determined to find him, but first he has to figure out how to work with Keith.Direct sequel to First Steps.
My Comments: HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS MORE OF ONIONS’S STAR WARS FUSION. It’s so so so so so good, ahhh, SO GOOD. I love the way the Force is practically a character, communicating with and connecting the others. I love how Pidge is introduced. I love Hunk and Coran. I love Lance’s perspective and how he tries to mend fences with prickly, hurting Keith. I love all the premonitions of much more dangerous and weighty events in the future. I love the internal journeys, GOLLY, I love internal mindscape journeys so much, used to write them al the time. ANYWAY, it is a good fic, you should read it, and everything else in the series so far.

Why do You Always Flirt with Me? by xSomedayxSoonx
Words: 5,279
Author’s Summary: The Voltron team is learning how to get along with each other in the Castle of Lions, but Allura can’t figure out why a certain paladin won’t stop flirting with her. She doesn’t mean to snap at him, but Lance stopping his flirtatious behavior affects the whole team.
My Comments: Oh man, I love fics where Allura and Lance become friends. I love how this one is more about cultural misunderstandings than anything else. Good stuff.

Midnight Sneaks by windscryer
Words: 2,809
Author’s Summary: Hunk and Lance just happen to be awake when Pidge wanders into the kitchen at oh-dark-thirty. And they have delicious mousse and freshly whipped cream.If she weren’t so tired, she’d have definitely caught onto their plot sooner.
My Comments: I love love love Hunk and Lance teaming up to take care of Pidge, even against her will.

The Stars Are Underground by lady_ymmik
Words: 2,452
Author’s Summary: A short drabble in which Lance misses home and rambles about Space a lot.
My Comments: Sweet emotional h/c featuring Lance and Shiro. What’s not to love?

All the things I can’t change by WonderBoy
Words: 1,186
Author’s Summary: voicemail (n): 1. a system in which callers can record and leave a digitized voice message 2. a message left using this system 3. a reminder
My Comments: This one hurts a lot.

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Someplace Like Home by squirenonny
Secret of the Blood by exclamation
Masks by TiedyedTrickster
The Garden of Heaven by Genesister (papirini)
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this is real

Adrienette/Ladynoir reveal fluff

Rating: G+/T
Genre: Friendship, Romance
Characters: [Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir and Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug], Chloé Bourgeois/Queen Bee, Alya Césaire
Words: 4,563

“Adrien Agreste has had it up to his eyeballs with Marinette Dupain-Cheng. He wants to catapult her across Paris, serenade her on piano, and kiss her so hard that neither of them can breathe.”

In which Adrien finds out and is not quite sure what to do with that information.


Adrien Agreste has had it up to his eyeballs with Marinette Dupain-Cheng. He wants to catapult her across Paris, serenade her on piano, and kiss her so hard that neither of them can breathe.

At first, his wild, racing brain seems completely unreasonable until he lands on the third thought. Because firstly, Marinette is wonderful and sweet and gentle and he’s been so oblivious to her feelings all this time and now he can’t even take his eyes off of her. Secondly, he’s been wildly in love with her since the first time they met and he doesn’t mean the time where she saw him trying to remove gum from her seat.

He’s talking about crashing into each other headlong at full speed and subsequently becoming tied up in her yo-yo. Because Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Ladybug and he’s not sure how he has missed it for so long.

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a/n: this has been written over the course of a couple of days so forgive me if it’s shit. Requests are coming soon!!

Warnings: SMUT, sMuT and more smut.

Summary: When you and Carl begin to get very heated something interrupts the two of you, but that doesn’t stop Carl.

You and Carl had the whole house to yourselves and you were sat on Carl’s lap, straddling him as he lay on the bed and you could feel him from beneath you. Wearing just one of Carl’s tops and underwear and Carl wearing just a top and boxers the friction was intense, making you both writhe with pleasure as you squirmed on his cock. You’d grind down against him and he’d chuckle letting out a small but strangled moan and each time you did it you could feel the dampness soaking through.

“I can feel how hard you are.” You whisper in his ear before bringing your lips to his cheek, then to the left corner of his mouth and then to the right.  

“And who’s fault is it?” You could hear Carl starting to get impatient and because of his lack of willpower he brings his hands to your face, pulling your lips to his. Your tongues move against each other and before you can let yourself get lost in it you pull away from him, sit up and move his hands from your face, pinning them to the sides of his head.  

“I take pride in the ability to make you this hard.” You laugh and you lower your head again, this time peppering kisses along his neck then moving on to the collarbones. You make your way south, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. You hook a finger in the waistband but don’t do anything and instead just stare at him, your eyes filled with lust and matching Carl’s as he stares back at you with his mouth gaping.  

You finally tug down the boxers and his length hits his stomach. You take a hold of him and look up at him and his head is against his pillow with his eyes shut tight. You stroke him for about a minute and little moans and grunts leave his mouth before you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and suck harshly. Surprising you a little Carl lets out a loud moan and grips your hair. You smile to yourself and do it again and again and again

“Fuck (Y/n,) don’t stop.” He practically shouts. You begin to bob you head up and down and before you know it, you’re going as far as you can without gagging. When you bring your head up so you can breath and give yourself a minute Carl rises to, his face right up close to yours. You can feel his breath, the warmth of it had you shivering. He’s about to kiss you but a loud bang, the sound of things falling from downstairs had Carl and you rising to attention.  

He quickly gets his boxers back on and grabs his gun before running down the stairs and you following right behind him. You both enter the living room and are greeted to the site of Rick, Michonne, Daryl, Glenn, Maggie and Carol.

“What the hell was that?” Carl shouts, and you imagine that his heart must be beating as fast as yours. Each of their heads turn to look at the pair of you stood in the doorway and each of them smile and furrow their eyebrows at the same time.  

“Sorry, we didn’t want to disturb you guys but um,” Rick smirks, not making eye contact and tries to hold in his laughter. “Glenn dropped the plates.” You both sighed at the relief and you shut your eyes before realizing that you’re only in a top and underwear. You are thankful that the top you’re wearing as Carl’s because it isn’t very revealing and covers the most of you.  

“How are you guys back? How long have you been back?” Carl asked his dad and Michonne and they smile along with the others.  

“Long enough.” Rick says, making your cheeks heat up and turn red. “Carl, put some pants on your something.” He chuckles, still refusing to make eye contact. Looking down you see the reason why. The bulge in Carl’s underwear was very prominent and had you chuckling once you realized. He looked down and rolled his eyes before grabbing your hand and walking upstairs, pulling you behind him.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” He says, shutting his door behind him. You laugh again and he stares at you.

“I’m sorry, sorry.” You smile again and try to contain your laughter.

“Find it funny do you? Well you know what.” Before finishing his sentence he walks over to you and lifts you, ignoring your screams of laughter before throwing you onto the bed and crawling up your body. His fingers skim your up your body and you squirm at the touch, shutting your eyes and smiling. His face in front of yours when you open your eyes and he’s staring down at you, his eyes filled with an emotion. One you’d never seen before. It was lust, filled with love and you never wanted it to go away.

You lift your head so that your lips connect and his tongue enters your mouth while his hands travel towards your pussy. He pushes your thighs apart and brings his hand to your clit, wasting no time. You jump a little at the sudden contact but have no time to register it because he begins to rub quick, harsh circles. Disconnecting your lips from his he lowers his head to your neck and leaves tiny kisses and you moan out his name.  

You can feel the smile against your skin and although you are aware that his father is downstairs, you were to lost in the moment to care about anything or anyone else. He looks up at you and winks before entering a finger into you, slowly pumping it in and out. You shake from beneath him at the lack of sensitivity.  

“Carl, more.” You mewl, bucking up your hips against his finger but he removes it and pushed your hips back to the bed. He shushes you before bringing his head to level with yours and looking at you, all the while inserting two fingers into you. He begins to pump them and your breathing becomes faster and hasher by the second while your legs begin to shake from the intensity. He removes his fingers yet again, leaving you breathless and empty.  

He sits up, reaches his hand into the bedside table drawer, pulls out a condom and rips open the foil, rolling it onto himself. You bring your hands down to your clit and rub in circles for a couple of seconds before Carl pushes your hand away, replacing it with his. He holds his cock , placing it at your entrance and the moment felt so long as you waited for him to push into you. When he finally does your back is arching from the bed and your fingers are clenching onto the bed sheets.  

“fuck.” Carl’s tiny whimper has you bringing your hands up and into Carl’s hair and pulling him down to you as you place your lips on his.  

“Move, carl.” You whisper against his lips, your hands on his cheeks and he nods, moving his hips at a slow pace at first before speeding up. You bring your legs around his waist and begin to moan loudly at the new angle that Carl was hitting.

“You’re beautiful you know that. Even if you do embarrass me.” He breathlessly whispers in your ear and you moan even louder. At this point you didn’t care if the whole of Alexandria heard you two because you were too lost in the moment to care.  

“Fuck, Carl, I’m gonna cum.” You mutter the words as you feel your high approaching, your body trembling again, the feeling becoming too intense.  

“It’s okay (Y/n) baby, cum for me.” He kisses you and you assume it’s to muffle your moans and your hips roll with his. “Let go.” He whispers against your lips and before you can become aware of what is happening you can feel yourself clenching around Carl’s cock and him following you, spilling into the condom.  

His thrust grow sloppier by the second and he finally stops and kisses you for a second then pulls out of you, both of you feeling exhausted. Carl moves under the sheets after removing his condom and putting it into the bin and you join him, feeling his hands snake around your waist.  

“You really are gorgeous you know.” Carl’s eyes meet yours and you smile, your cheeks a bright shade of red. You lift your hand to his cheek and kiss him gently but you linger for a bit before staring at him.

“I love you.” You whisper before laying down and closing your eyes.  

“I love you too.” Is the last thing you hear before falling asleep in Carl’s arms.

Rules for my daddy

I has rules for my daddy too!

  1. Daddy can never feel like a bad daddy and if he does, he needs to talk to Princess about it. He’s the best and needs to know it. 
  2. Daddy must always be fair with punishments and let Princess know what she did wrong before punishing. 
  3. Daddy must never yell at Princess because yelling is scary. 
  4. Daddy must be as patient and understanding as possible. 
  5. Daddy must never force princess into anything she’s not comfortable with. 
  6. Daddy must eat three meals a day and let Princess help him be productive. Just because I’m little doesn’t mean I can’t help Daddy with life stuffs. 
  7. Daddy must always be honest with Princess even if he thinks the truth will hurt her feelings.
  8. Don’t make Princess make too many decisions. She’s not very good at it and Daddy should pick stuff.
  9. Daddy must always provide aftercare after an intense punishment or play session. Even when I’ve been bad, I need to be reassured that I’m loved. 
  10. Daddy has to love me and hug me and squeeze me and cuddle me and take care of me and hold my hand and kiss me and all sorts of the best stuff <3


  1. Loves and kisses and a happy bouncey little girl.
  2. Suckies
  3. Presents
  4. Mini-adventure: walk, explore, etc.


  1. Sad/bratty little
  2. Princess can tease Daddy with no touching allowed
  3. No cartoon time! Yes, that means no Gumball!
  4. Limited time with Princess/longer time apart.

Okay as much as I want Viktor being extra as fuck about Valentines day (we all know he would), I also really want Yuuri to surprise Viktor by being NEARLY as extra. Like, Viktor plans a huge, elaborate thing for Yuuri (it involves every single food Yuuri has ever said he loves, lingerie, roses, the whole shebang), but Yuuri has stuff up his sleeve too. Viktor showers him with love all day, makes him breakfast wearing his new lingerie and a skimpy apron (Viktor has 0 chill, he would be that ridiculous), takes Yuuri out on the most romantic date he’s ever been on in his entire life. 

Then when they get home and they’re cuddling on the couch, Makkachin curled up on both of their laps, unwinding after a very intensely romantic day, there’s a knock on the door. Yuuri has been sitting there with butterflies in his tummy for the past hour, and the instant he hears the knock on the door he flushes bright red. He turns off the movie and leans over to whisper “I love you, happy Valentines day” in Russian, just as Yurio steps into the apartment. 

“Don’t be gross while I’m here,” he grumbles and passes Yuuri a box. He makes his way into the kitchen and grabs the leftovers of the cake that Viktor made for Yuuri earlier. (They hadn’t eaten much of it because Yuuri felt the need to kiss a smear of icing off of Viktor’s mouth, and that had turned into a whole… thing.)

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anonymous asked:

All of the sunshine children (and their guardians and the other "adults") get some kind of a happy ending or are on their way to a positive conclusion (I hope; eyeing you very intensely). But what about Gorilla Bodyguard? Doesn't he also deserve some happiness? #HappyGorilla

The Gorilla has been quietly observing Adrien since Mamagreste passed away.

He was there when Adrien broke down on the way home from the funeral.

He was there to get drunk and destructive Adrien out of the messes he made, and for years he silently bore witness to the anger, the sorrow, the numbness in Adrien’s eyes through the rear view mirror.

He was there to drive Adrien to and from Chloe’s doctor’s appointments.

Then one day, he noticed Adrien paying more attention to his phone than usual.

He heard his stifled laughter and saw the excitement in him whenever his phone chimed.

He sees the way Adrien’s eyes light up when Marinette is around.

And he smiles and thinks to himself:

“Thank goodness.”

From a day I was feelin good about how I look 💕 If you’ve known me since I started T, you know I’ve been struggling with some pretty intense acne. Although it’s very gradually gotten better, over two years in I still struggle with weekly breakouts. I’ve used the same expensive facewash since highschool that has a lot of harsh chemicals in it that are ultimately bad for my health. About a month ago I decided to finally go with something natural - I did a ton of research and found blog with different daily skin routines and a recipe for a facewash to make myself. It has a bunch of good oils and essential oils plus manuka honey and I absolutely love it, and so does my skin. If anyone wants the link to the blog just shoot me a message!

This really needs to be a thing

Ace Attorney 100 years in the future.

The legal system of Japanifornia has changed a bit over this century. Trials are no longer restricted to 3 intense days of trials, but there instead has been a new policy put in place to give both sides of attorneys incentive to finish trials as quickly as possible. It was originally a well-intentioned program to welcome more potential into the legal world by offering government grants for the districts that show the best performance in their district courts. It was named the “Wright-Edgeworth Judiciary Incentive Grant”, or “WE Grant” for short, in honor of a very famous pair of legendary attorneys. Ironically, it seems to have instead inspired a lot more hasty verdicts around the country in the name of “justice”…

As Fate would have it, though, their descendants seem to have taken their own paths in life.

Robert Wright is a law student who has been delinquent in his legal career path. It’s not that he doesn’t like law, but he’d much rather become a mystery novel writer. As a result, he’s been at odds with his parents who want him to follow in the path of his great grandfather.

That all changes, though, with a fateful encounter with an odd and spunky punk rocker by the name of Cheryl Fey. She actually is a spirit medium, but she prefers to not be known just for her lineage. She still dresses as usual when she’s back at the village, though; customs and all that.

At first Robert finds her annoying. What would a punk rocker being doing at the courthouse library anyway? But then she gets caught up in a crime when the librarian is found sabotaged.

That is, the librarian is actually a robot. Might as well be, right?

But because Robert is only a law student, he doesn’t have the authority to take her case! He has little time to hesitate. There’s only one man who can help him at this time… and he’s in Robert’s parent’s home. In the basement, in particular.

Enter Android Phoenix Wright. It’s been a while since he’s been activated, though, and he’s quite an old model compared to the more recent androids. Does he still even work…?

My thoughts on the Kiss

After 3,000 viewings, I finally feel ready to express myself.  Nothing new here that others haven’t already mentioned - just wanted to get it down in words so it wouldn’t just be swimming around in my head.

1.  Love the way this scene was filmed.  Absolutely perfect having them crash on the floor of the theatre, the setting for much of their foreplay.  Even without the kiss, this scene is so damn intimate.  They’re exhausted, leaning against one another, and probably would have been content to sit in silence, comforting each other by just being there, if Bernie hadn’t started the conversation by trying to take the blame.

2.  Although it’s sad to think of what the actresses went through that day, the fact that it was filmed the day of the Brexit tally, gives all their scenes together even more emotional depth and resonance.  You can see it in their eyes in every shot and I truly believe the relationship they’ve built as actresses and all they have in common (same age, children of actors, kids the same age, liberals, fully familiar with sexism and ageism in their industry, etc.) makes this pairing extra special.

3.  I love that Serena’s first instinct is to comfort Bernie and that she doesn’t doubt for one moment that Bernie is not responsible for what happened.

4.  I love how noble Bernie is, how she takes everything on her own shoulders, and steps up to the plate when normal people would be crumbling (ie the amputation scene).

5.  I love how Bernie is on the verge of tears/losing it, but hears Serena’s words and her face is transformed instantly

6.  I love that minuscule little upturn of her lips.  It’s not a full smile, because now’s not the time for that, but gosh it made my heart go BOOM BOOM BOOM.  It was filmed with such a deft hand by a director who respects the talent of his actresses.

7.  I love that Serena smiles back at her immediately, mirroring how I’m now smiling at the two of them.

8.  I love Bernie for being so brave and for lunging in for that kiss.  Yes, she is a fearless doctor, but a bit of a klutz when it comes to her own personal life.  This didn’t feel sloppy or careless to me.  It felt like someone taking a shot where the odds might only be 50/50 put the payoff is worth it.

9.  I love that Bernie gets two lunges, and that the second one has her reaching for Serena’s neck, pulling her close.  She knows she has just a few seconds to lock her girl down with some quality passion and she goes for it.

10.  I love that Serena’s eyes close immediately!  Is that what you would do if someone kissed you by surprise?  I think most people would have their eyes open in alarm, but not her.  Closed, like you would for an intentional, desired kiss.

11.  Obviously, I love Serena’s very brief moment of hesitation before she straight up attacks Bernie.  I’m sorry, but this is not a ‘I’m here to provide you with comfort’ kind of kiss, as has been kind of suggested in interviews.  And this is not just the result of a stressful/emotional day because two minutes prior Serena was speaking very calmly and rationally.  She is not doing this for Bernie’s benefit or to sooth her hurts.  SERENA WANTS IT.  Hard core. 

12.  I love that it’s a bit sloppy and awkward and crazy intense - just how first kisses should be.  As hot as my first kiss probably was, all I can remember now is that we bumped teeth.  It takes time to find a rhythm.

13.  I love that the scene closes with them kissing, instead of breaking apart in confusion/worry/angst.  It makes it clear to the view that this is not a one-time thing/accident.

14.  I love that the closing moments of the kiss are less frenzied - they’re settling into that rhythm I mentioned and the audience knows they’ll be at it awhile, providing they aren’t interrupted.  Think about those slow kisses…learning each others mouths…exploring new terrain with their hands as well.  Good times.

15.  I love that this scene wasn’t sensationalized (apart from being highly promoted and a very tense episode and left for the very last minute) or crafted for the male gaze.  It is 100% female-focused.  Female pleasure.  Female love and support.  Mature women who, while stunningly beautiful, would never be found within the pages of a Playboy or Hustler magazine.  This isn’t the frivolity of young love, its something much more satisfying and hard won - they want and appreciate one another in ways the men in their lives never could, for whatever stupid reason.

16. I love that the writers/showrunners/actresses are so on board with the pairing and trying to do well by the fans.

17.  In short, I am very happy.  It feels great to be part of a fandom where the ship has actually sailed, so to speak.  I’ve been involved in numerous others that never did.  If the world exploded tomorrow (thanks to Donald Trump, probably), I would be content with what they gave us for this story line.  

Originally posted by sorenkingsley

April Fools

So safe to say April Fools is a very intense thing in the Filth household and each of the boys has their own specialties.

  • Pink Guy will cook food and leave it around the house for the others to find. The food is laced with laxatives and Pink Guy makes sure it’s the only food in the house every year
  • Safari Man leaves hot dogs in a the strangest places. He could be on a trip and not have been home in weeks but every year without fail, Hotto Dogus. Frank once coughed a hot dog he didn’t remember eating. 
  • Salamander Man records himself screaming nyess and plays it throughout the day. Then he jumps out and smacks whoever’s closest. The trick is that he doesn’t always smack them when the nyess plays. It’s completely random.
  • Lemon is newer ot the prank traditions and somehow always falls for the ‘here drink this, it’s good’ prank where it turns out they gave him lemonade to drink. He doesn’t have a signature prank so much as he just flings lemons at people. 
  • Frank, ah Frank. Every year it’s different. Once he convinced them all he was dead. Another he made them think he was getting married to a mushroom. There was the year they all got very drunk and did some very inappropriate things with each other and no one talks about that. Lemon once walked in on him fake summoning Chin Chin and well, Chin Chin actually appeared so yeah, that happened. 
  • Fake Frank doesn’t understand the point if every day of their lives is a joke. He also flooded the apartment but that wasn’t a prank, it was a mistake.