this is most definitely an emergency

anonymous asked:

What about an octopus mermaid, though?

Originally posted by disneyox1-blog

Cecaelia is the name often given to half-human, half-octopus creatures, though they may also be refereed to as octofolk.

Be very careful searching for images of this species because frankly a creature that is a beautiful human on the top half and gratuitous amounts of tentacles on the bottom half inspires a particular type of art from the internet.

Octopi, and cephalopods in general, have a number of abilities that make them interesting from a fiction or monster perspective.

  • Known to be highly intelligent
  • Willing to leave water
  • Associate with ocean floor, shallows, reefs and shorelines
  • Can change color
  • Masterful mimicry
  • Ink squirting
  • Carnivores

So you have a highly intelligent carnivore, master of disguise, that for some reason looks human on the top half.

Why on ‘Earth’ does this creature resemble a human?

Here is a simple octopus anatomy diagram for your consideration:

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The octopus has no bones, but related species such as the squid and cuttlefish do have an internal shell, which serves a similar function. The Cecalia may have this sort of modified internal shell instead of a skeleton. This internal shell would allow the torso to be held upright, and additional internal shells may also allow the limb to move like a human.

However, this seems too simple to me. In the octopus and its tentacled friends, the mouth is located between the tentacles, and the eyes just above it. You are rearranging a lot of anatomy to move the eyes and mouth far away from their original position onto a humanoid torso, while presumably leaving the anus out of sight where it belongs.

That’s a bit… suspiciously simple.

Then a far more interesting possibility occurred.

The octopus is a master of mimicry.

Originally posted by breathinginbiology

What if the top half of the Cecalia is merely an imitation of a human torso?

I wouldn’t put it past a highly intelligent carnivore to mimic the upper half of an attractive human, especially if they have a culture that values shiny things you simply can’t mine under the ocean (gold and other loot)

It’s entirely plausible that the mouth of a Cecalia is still located between the tentacles like a regular octopus, with the real eyes just above the tentacles, but the ‘head’ of the octopus being reshaped to mimic a human. They may then attempt to lure humans into shallow waters to prey upon them.

The implications of such anatomy, where the humanoid torso is essentially an excellent mimicry, are:

  • The humanoid segment can resemble any humanoid, and can change
  • Different individual Cecalia could imitate the same humanoid at different times
  • A bold adventurer could ‘decapitate’ the humanoid torso and only seriously wound the octofolk.
  • Any voice the creature has is likely to emanate from its tentacle region.
  • They may leave the water for a short period of time but will always try to return there for a confrontation.
  • Octopi produce ink and have excellent vision. They are highly likely to be artistic.
  • But they have a completely different evolutionary pathway to humans and are unlikely to share the same goals, motivations to aesthetics.
  • If they have perfected the art of mimicking humans then they likely spend a significant portion of their time either preying on or scavenging from them.
  • Octopus eggs are cared for in batched of hundreds or thousands, and the newly hatched octopi are tiny when they emerge. Imagine all these tiny creatures innately trying to mimic humans but not quite getting it right. Nightmares, anyone?

So as far as an octopus mermaid goes, yes they probably would lure men onto the rocks, they probably would appear beautiful, they might not sing, but they are most definitely dangerous.

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Note taking tips

Notebook for each class. 

Have a separate notebook for each class. It keeps things organized. Plus, if you keep all of your classes’ notes in the same notebook and you lose that notebook, you’re pretty much SOL. Write clearly. If you’re going to handwrite your notes, make sure you can read them later. PenMANship. It’s got the word “man” in it, so it’s manly. Let go of perfectionism The purpose of note-taking is simple: to help you study better and more quickly. First, what’s new to you? There’s no point in writing down facts you already know. If you already know the Declaration of Independence was written and signed in 1776, there’s no reason to write that down. Anything you know you know you can leave out of your notes. Second, what’s relevant? What information is most likely to be of use later, whether on a test, in an essay, or in completing a project? Focus on points that directly relate to or illustrate your reading (which means you’ll have to have actually done the reading…). The kinds of information to pay special attention to are: 

* Dates of events: Dates allow you to 

  • a) create a chronology, putting things in order according to when they happened, and
  • b) understand the context of an event. For instance, knowing Isaac Newton was born in 1643 allows you to situate his work in relation to that of other physicists who came before and after him, as well as in relation to other trends of the 17th century.

 * Names of people: Being able to associate names with key ideas also helps remember ideas better and, when names come up again, to recognize ties between different ideas whether proposed by the same individuals or by people related in some way.

 * Theories: Any statement of a theory should be recorded — theories are the main points of most classes. 

* Definitions: Like theories, these are the main points and, unless you are positive you already know the definition of a term, should be written down. Keep in mind that many fields use everyday words in ways that are unfamiliar to us. 

 * Arguments and debates: Any list of pros and cons, any critique of a key idea, both sides of any debate related in class or your reading should be recorded. This is the stuff that advancement in every discipline emerges from, and will help you understand both how ideas have changed (and why) but also the process of thought and development within the particular discipline you are studying. 

* Images and exercises: Whenever an image is used to illustrate a point, or when an in-class exercise is performed, a few words are in order to record the experience. Obviously it’s overkill to describe every tiny detail, but a short description of a painting or a short statement about what the class did should be enough to remind you and help reconstruct the experience. 

 * Other stuff: Just about anything a professor writes on a board should probably be written down, unless it’s either self-evident or something you already know. Titles of books, movies, TV series, and other media are usually useful, though they may be irrelevant to the topic at hand; I usually put this sort of stuff in the margin to look up later (it’s often useful for research papers, for example). Pay attention to other student’s comments, too — try to capture at least the gist of comments that add to your understanding. 

* Your own questions: Make sure to record your own questions about the material as they occur to you. This will help you remember to ask the professor or look something up later, as well as prompt you to think through the gaps in your understanding. 

* Note-Taking Techniques: You don’t have to be super-fancy in your note-taking to be effective, but there are a few techniques that seem to work best for most people.

* Outlining: Whether you use Roman numerals or bullet points, outlining is an effective way to capture the hierarchical relationships between ideas and data. In a history class, you might write the name of an important leader, and under it the key events that he or she was involved in. Under each of them, a short description. And so on. Outlining is a great way to take notes from books, because the author has usually organized the material in a fairly effective way, and you can go from start to end of a chapter and simply reproduce that structure in your notes.For lectures, however, outlining has limitations. The relationship between ideas isn’t always hierarchical, and the instructor might jump around a lot. A point later in the lecture might relate better to information earlier in the lecture, leaving you to either 

  • a) flip back and forth to find where the information goes best (and hope there’s still room to write it in) 
  • b) risk losing the relationship between what the professor just said and what she said before. 
 

* Mind-mapping: For lectures, a mind-map might be a more appropriate way of keeping track of the relationships between ideas. Here’s the idea: in the center of a blank sheet of paper, you write the lecture’s main topic. As new sub-topics are introduced (the kind of thing you’d create a new heading for in an outline), you draw a branch outward from the center and write the sub-topic along the branch. Then each point under that heading gets its own, smaller branch off the main one. When another new sub-topic is mentioned, you draw a new main branch from the center. And so on. The thing is, if a point should go under the first heading but you’re on the fourth heading, you can easily just draw it in on the first branch. Likewise, if a point connects to two different ideas, you can connect it to two different branches. If you want to neaten things up later, you can re-draw the map or type it up 

 * The Cornell System: The Cornell System is a simple but powerful system for increasing your recall and the usefulness of your notes. About a quarter of the way from the bottom of a sheet of paper, draw a line across the width of the page. Draw another line from that line to the top, about 2 inches (5 cm) from the right-hand edge of the sheet. You’ve divided your page into three sections. In the largest section, you take notes normally — you can outline or mind-map or whatever. After the lecture, write a series of “cues” into the skinny column on the right, questions about the material you’ve just taken notes on. This will help you process the information from the lecture or reading, as well as providing a handy study tool when exams come along: simply cover the main section and try to answer the questions. In the bottom section, you write a short, 2-3 line summary in your own words of the material you’ve covered. Again, this helps you process the information by forcing you to use it in a new way; it also provides a useful reference when you’re trying to find something in your notes later. Charting Method If your professor’s lecture will be focused on comparing and contrasting two or more ideas, you might consider using the charting method. Create a table in the note-taking program you’re using. Make as many columns as there are categories that you’re comparing and contrasting. Label each column with a category. As you listen to the lecture, record the notes under the appropriate category.

Langst Fic Idea!

- Sheith is alive and strong

- cue insecure Lance. You know that original story of the little mermaid where each step she took was like a thousand pinpricks of sharp needles on her feet, and she danced and danced all night long, ignoring the pain because she was dancing with her prince, and to turn herself into sea foam instead of killing her prince in exchange for her tail back? Yeah, that was totally Lance.

- he jokes around, making everybody laugh, annoys the hell out of Pidge and Keith… he becomes the Lance that the team needed. Not a sharp shooter. Not a capable fighter. Not a strategist. Not a good pilot. Not a person destined to be a defender of the universe. No, Lance became the jester. He became the person that changes the atmosphere when it was too serious or overbearing through ridicule and self deprication hidden beneath a clown mask.

- he convinced himself that that was his role to play and he was good at it. ‘Smile, Lance. The team needs an emotional punching bag and you got the short straw so suck it up.’ He says to himself when they’re in the common room and everyone paired up: Keith and Shiro all curled up in the sofa, whispering things to each other only they can hear; Hunk and Pidge huddled up in one corner tinkering and discussing robotics and the necessary code needed to make the thing work; Allura and Coran discussing diplomatic and trade advantages of the planet they will be visiting. And where was Lance, you ask? He was there, standing in one corner of the room wondering where he’ll sit. Just like high school all over again, oh where should the foreign student sit? The couple’s table? The nerd table? The class president’s table?

- They were about to land on the planet’s surface when they saw hundreds upon hundreds of Galra ships already waiting for them.

- They couldn’t form Voltron so close to the planet’s atmosphere for there may be collateral damage. So the Lions tried to lure the Galra ships away from the planet but it didn’t work. The Galra won this fight, thought Lance as he tried to clear an escape for the other paladins.

- But Shiro didn’t give up. He fought and he fought until he was surrounded by Galran forces. Shiro was caught and Keith screamed as his heart broke into a million pieces.

-Lance was the one who brought back the Black Lion but was unsuccessful to retrieve Shiro.

- The team was a mess, and Lance was there to take the punches. They blamed him for not fighting hard enough, for not making a clear exit for them, for not bringing Shiro back, for not taking the mission seriously… he took it all in.

- But despite everything, Lance was there to comfort his friends. He helped Pidge in completing her prototype, helped Hunk figure out the mechanics of Pidge’s invention, helped Coran in the castle’s maintenance, helped Allura broaden her search parameters, and lastly helped Keith mend his broken heart.

- He felt sick taking advantage of an emotionally vulnerable Keith but he was emotionally beaten too. Keith sought Lance’s humor to take some of the pain away and Lance was happy to oblige.

- Small touches turned to hugs and cuddles. Pecks on the cheeks turned to hot make out sessions, and eventually turned to sex. Lance indulged himself to enjoy these moments with Keith despite the Little Mermaid in him.

- But it didn’t las long.

- One night, after they cleaned up, Keith refused Lance to cuddle him. They sat on opposite sides of the bed and Keith decided to stop whatever they were doing. That Keith’s conscience can’t take it anymore, that he still firmly loved Shiro, and that he thought Lance could take Shiro’s place. He confessed that he sometimes- if not all the time- imagined Lance as Shiro and that he couldn’t so it anymore.

- To be honest, Lance already expected this but he didn’t know that it would hurt this bad. He allowed himself to feel love and gave love more than he should. He should know by now that it would bite him in the ass someday…

-Lance’s heart was beyond repair, so broken that the jagged little pieces no longer fit. He failed in making a clear exit, he failed as a Paladin, and he failed to make Keith happy.

- Lance snuck out that night, grabbing rations from the kitchen and said goodbye to Blue before buckling himself down in one of the fighter jets in the hangar.

- When they woke up the next day, Lance was gone. They checked the cameras and saw Lance take off into the night.

- They were now searching for two paladins of Voltron. They later found out what Lance did to the team’s dynamic, that without him the room is just cold and lonely…

- Days turned to weeks, turned to months, and still no Lance or Shiro.

- it was on day 253 when one beat up space ship crash landed on the castle’s hangar and there emerged Lance…

- he was bleeding profusely on one leg, limping as he shouldered most of Shiro’s weight who was equally as wounded. They were both battered and bruised, all violet, blue and broken bones. It was no mystery that Keith was the first one on the hangar, the first to rush towards them… and it was definitely not a mystery that Keith rushed to Shiro’s side.

- They were escorted back to the castle, but between the crying and the worrying, Lance was able to stealthily slip out of their grasps and limped his way to another fighter jet.

- when they were back in the castle ship, they noticed that Lance wasn’t there. They looked and looked and then realized that Lance flew a fighter het alone, heavily injured, and they have no clue as to why.

- Little do they know that he was captured by the Galra too… that after months of torture and illusions, Lance finally made a deal with Haggar: to let him deliver Shiro to the castle ship and in exchange, take Shiro’s place as their prisoner. Lance thought that it was a good idea for his friends needed Shiro. They needed a leader not a jester.

whew… i was feeling a little down and needed an outlet. Sorry for the Langst?

I made a part 2 and a part 3!

lassitudeian  asked:

I too am procrastinating!! I'd really like to see Dex and Nursey sharing Lardo's room, Dex becoming more comfortable with himself and Nursey, and realizing that the team has his back

hooray for procrastination! okay room sharing, lets bullet point this shit (also i kind of stuck to the prompt but the main focus is on room sharing and being comfortable with each other and less on everyone having each others’ backs, sorry it kind of ran away from me)

  • to start, dex gets the top bunk and nursey gets the bottom obvs bc honestly can you imagine nursey successfully climbing up to the top without falling off the ladder at least once a week?
  • music is a big point of contention for the first month 
    • dex blasts dad rock whenever he’s coding and nursey listens to his indie shit so loudly that even when he’s using headphones dex can hear it from the top bunk
    • they reach a weird understanding one day when nursey puts a playlist on shuffle and they end up both singing along to the middle by jimmy eat world and they discover they both  are still in  went through a punk rock/pop phase (yes i have been reading @heyfightme‘s punk au)
    • from there on they reach a pretty easy agreement that when they’re both in the room and neither are studying, it’s tb punk from the 2005 era or anything they’ve recently discovered
    • (for the sake of avoiding arguments) 
    • (also because both love watching the other get lost in the music as they scream the lyrics)
    • (please take a moment to imagine two 6′2″ hockey players yell the words to i don’t wanna be an asshole anymore by the menzingers to each other as they jump up and down in the middle of their bedroom at 4pm)
  • it takes a while to get a bathroom routine down bc nursey has A Lot of skincare products and he likes to bathe william, not all of us are neanderthals that enjoy feeling crusty

the rest is under the cut bc i got carried away

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As a professed Connoisseur of Russian Literature, I can definitively state that the most Authentic way to read Crime & Punishment is in a cold sweat, over a period of 48 hours, without sleeping, desperately hiding the book under desks and other textbooks hoping you won’t be caught reading it in your other classes, blowing off plans with friends and family without admitting that you procrastinated reading this book, in an increasingly mounting state of panic about failing your upcoming timed writing about this book that YOU STILL HAVEN’T FINISHED AND IT’S NEXT PERIOD OH GOD WHY. There are themes in that book that won’t fully emerge unless you do exactly that.

Totally unrelated question: Do you ever just have flashbacks to high school?

lmao can someone pls remind the mcu fandom that tony stark is literally just. an engineer and the Avengers’ self-appointed PR guy? He’s their tech support? He keeps people off their backs because they don’t actually have any kind of….organization whatsoever there’s no chain of command short of “follow steve” there’s no contact info aside from “call someone’s cell phone and hope for the best” they’re a mess their emergency government liaison is a guy who spends most of his time building robot suits into every mode of transportation he can think of so that he doesn’t spontaneously combust out of sheer anxiety 

Like, he’s not even the CEO of anything anymore, he’s not an active duty Avenger, he’s not a government official, he’s definitely not influencing the collective wills and opinions of the governments and populations of 117 countries, he’s not influencing the United Nations, he’s not higher in the chain of command than the Secretary of State, he didn’t come up with the Accords, he’s not forcing the Avengers to do anything, he’s literally just trying to cooperate with the United Nations and trying to get the rest of the team to also cooperate with the United Nations in order to stop Bad Shit™ from being done to his team 

How To Seduce The Signs

Aquarius – will be most attracted to intellectual and eccentric offerings as they love to learn and experiment however, don’t get too excited about a possible relationship because Aquarius is the sign of friendship and will run at the first sight of emotions and sentiment.

Pisces – will be in heaven on a dock at the lake listening to the waves splash around while you lay out the perfect picnic and, if there’s a promise of star gazing later, you’ll be up all night lost in the romance of the beauty in the universe.

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STARS: Why a Lars/Steven fusion is possible

Following the latest episode of Steven Universe “I Am My Mom” Steven leaves home for Homeworld. Now that could mean a lot for the final season. But more importantly LARS IS STILL ON THE SHIP!!!! Yeah guys get ready for a whole world of trouble. I know a lot of people are asking themselves “Why Lars?” and is he gonna die? [Due to a photo going around of Steven crying while holding someone who’s has a striking resemblance to Lars. (Maybe not striking but you get it.)] Now the next episode of SU is called “Stuck Together” which could be a nod to the episode “Alone Together” the episode in which we met the fusion Stevonnie. We could get to see a Steven Lars fusion! and it’s actually very likely. Like Connie, Lars has a connection with Steven. I mean I’m pretty sure his connection with Steven has existed long before Connie and Stevens. (Now I’m not speculating that they have a romantic connection. More of a Platonic or Familial connection.) Lars and Steven have been through so much together dating back to Lars and the Cool Kids and since then their relationship has certainly received a lot of development. Lars in a way has sort of been an Older brother to Steven and before you go off about how Lars is a terrible person. Hear me out. Older brothers don’t always show their love for their younger brothers especially in my experience. Lars is a complex character who cares a lot about what people think and how he’s perceived. He scared of letting anyone see who he really is. Especially people he really likes. Steven has always tried to show Lars that it’s okay to be yourself. In the latest episode we actually see how much Steven wants Lars to realize that (did you see the disappointment when he saw the cake in the trash) to all my people screaming for Lars character development. We’ve actually seen it! It has happened on several non consecutive occasions he’s become really comfortable with Steven since the beginning if the show I mean Steven spent time in his body for gem sakes! So the potential is all there. Lars is still on the ship and probably terrified. He’s thinking what if he can’t get home what if he never sees his friends or family again. But more importantly WHAT IF HE DIES??! Steven is most likely certain that his gem will be shattered upon his arrival on Homeworld. They’re both terrified and thinking the same things. They’re the only people that they know at the moment. They’re stuck together. They have to look out for each other now. (More like Steven will look after Lars) Steven has to get Lars back home. Because Not everybody should have to suffer at the hands of Rose Quartz. What will they do? Now the fusion will most definitely be accidental. Like Stevonnie’s emergence. But one can only wonder what kind of person Stars will be. If we take into account Smoky Quartz. The fusions with Steven always seem to have some kind social conflict. Stevonnie’s anxiety. Smoky’s insecurity We can only wonder what the complicated often misunderstood sometimes an asshole Lars was contribute to a fusion. I think it would be cool if Stars was a tad overconfident. It would be such a shocker considering their components. Stars wouldn’t have the burden of carrying the stress of their counterparts. They could likely be ready to fight especially if Steven and Lars have the same motivations. Though it’s lovely in theory and I welcome the possibility. if we even get a chance to ever meet a Steven Lars fusion it would probably be short lived. Cause knowing Lars he would freak out and disrupt the harmony. But it is still possible and I want it. So I’m biased.

Lazy Mornings

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “63 and 67 separately jughead x reader please if its too much then could you just do 67 thank you”

Prompts: 
#63 “I really would’ve liked it if you told me your parents were coming to town.” - “I really would’ve liked it if you put underwear on before coming into the kitchen.”

A/N:  I changed the prompt slightly because I had an idea and just couldn’t completely fit that line into the mix (but it’s only slightly!!!!). if you want to send in a request, feel free, but my requests are closed which just means your request won’t be reaching my radar until the ones I already have are finished!

Everything Tag: @betty-coopers-number-one-stan, @1amluke, @pissheadofficial, @teen-river-wolf, @itsjaynebird, @nooneshoney, @carouselof-progress, @apocalypticangell, @welc0met0thedarkside, @sparklingriverdale, @gryffndor, @jugheads-lawyer, @prettyboydean, @cherylblossomisaqueen
Jughead Tag: @keepcalmandflywithtoothless, @lostinpercyseyes, @captainsuperfangirl, @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked, @xbobaaa, @coffee-and-bloodshed@duckseverywherex@kawaiiwafflememe, @kanye—west, @–allyouneedisl0ve–, @annoyingsibling

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“My parents are gross...ly in love” - Bruce Wayne x Reader (x batfam)

Hi ! I see you all the time in my notifications, liking my stuff, so thank you very much for that @xsxaxjxax, and thank you for the compliment as well !! Here’s your request, I don’t know if it’s any good but hope you’ll like it ! (Oh also, #3.being sickeningly affectionate with each other SOMEWHAT A BIT NSFW) : 

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You heard them coming in, but you couldn’t care less. And given the fact that your Bruce was still kissing you, he obviously didn’t give a damn either. 

It was too perfect to stop. You rarely had time where things could be like that. 

Your husband had a day off, and you called in sick just to stay with him, the occasion too good to pass on. You had a wonderful morning together, staying in bed late, enjoying each other’s presence, talking about anything and everything, making love a lot. When you finally got out of bed, you didn’t bother to dress nicely as usual. You both just put on sweat pants and a hoodie, and, hands in hands, went to get your late breakfast. 

Your sons were there, and when they saw the both of you coming in, giggling like idiots because their father was tickling your sides lovingly, they all sighed. Oh, that was one of those days uh ? One of those very rare days where you and Bruce didn’t have to worry about anything because things for once went alright, one of those very rare days where you’d almost turn into conjoined twins because you wouldn’t let go of each other for a seconds. One of those days where you grossed out your children on a regular basis. 

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Got Me Good (Archie x Reader Oneshot)

You and Archie are best friends, who happen to flirt with each other. Everyone thinks it’s obvious you’re smitten with each other but neither of you have the courage to say anything. One night at a party a little liquid courage helps ease the tension.

Characters: Archie x Reader, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin.

Warnings: Heated making out, underage drinking.

Word Count: 1475

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As was tradition on a Saturday night in Riverdale, we were getting ready to head to a party at Thornhill. We arranged to get ready at Betty’s. Her parents were away for the weekend plus she was the most trustworthy, nobody’s parents would bat an eyelid at the innocent sleepover we proposed. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by Veronica.

‘Oh thank god, you’re here. I’m having a major outfit crisis!’ I hid a laugh as we walked upstairs, Veronica had the biggest wardrobe out of us all and yet she was the one with the crisis.

‘Yay, you’re here!’ Betty jumped up and hugged me, with one side of her hair curled and the other straight. We were definitely getting into party mode.

‘So what’s this outfit emergency?’ I dared to ask. Veronica stood with a dress in either hand. Each looked exquisitely made, clearly designer.

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Fae Male Instincts

Rating: T for mild cursing.

Word Count: 5,724

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It may be my birthday, but I got ya’ll a present.


Something’s wrong.

Which is ridiculous because nothing could be better. Nesta’s home, the one they’ve made together and is literally in his arms, snuggled beneath a mountain of blankets.

By all rights Cassian should have passed out ages ago, exhausted from the long flight back to Velaris from the Illyrian Steppes and their enthusiastic reunion. The Mother knows she is. Gentle sighs that are just shy of being considered soft snores escape her lips as she nestles into his side, forever leeching his body heat, not that he minds. Her golden brown hair is mussed, the stray fly away strands tickling his skin, and Cassian wonders if that’s what’s keeping him awake.

Because something is most definitely wrong.

There’s an unmistakeable nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he just can’t shake that grows stronger with each passing minute. Maybe it’s the lingering wisps of longing. The missing of her, his mate. The phantom ache in his heart, as though a piece of it is gone when she’s gone, taken it with her.

An unfortunate series of scheduling conflicts has kept them apart. Nesta’s spent a fortnight visiting Elain and Lucian in the Spring Court, and though he’d wanted to be there with her, the yearly summit between Camp Lords demanded his attention. Then afterwards, some inconsequential emergency that amounted to a four day stint in the snow and ice on the Steppes for nothing and Cassian was near desperate to see his wife again. One ill-timed joke from his High Lord or his brother might have sent him over the edge, but fortune it seemed was on his side when he’d left the camp early that morning.

Tonight is the first night they’ve been together in any sense of the word in just over a month, the longest the two of them have been apart since they’ve mated and married. Cassian wonders if it’s the residual tendrils of feeling that are causing this, this panic, even after an evening tangled in sheets. A night filled with laughter and good food and catching up on trivial events, and worshiping Nesta’s body.

It’s something he’s missing. Something critical that has his instincts roaring at him to protect his mate. It strikes him then, almost as strongly as when she’d first accepted the mating bond, this viperous feeling, this need to hide her away from the world.

He bites back a groan, knowing how much of a light sleeper Nesta is because there’s no reason he should be feeling this. There’s no danger, no war. Not even the Camp Lords are making trouble. Prythian is the most at peace it’s been in Cassian’s five hundred years. The seven courts seeking to maintain peace in the wake of Hybern’s attacks. Hell, even the human realms are silent, enjoying the mildest winter in a hundred years.

Yet something’s keeping him awake.

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I figured we needed one of these. It’s probably already been done.

Explanations, which you can disagree with in tags/replies. I’d love to hear other’s opinions, he said as if anyone cared.

Lawful Good: Pinky. There isn’t a single mean bone in his body. He’ll always obey the law of the land, whether that land be America’s, or Brain’s. He strives to be a genuine good noodle, and when he messes up, its unintentional.

Neutral Good: Wakko. Out of the three Warners, he’s the most down-to-earth. His conflicts are often mundane; potty emergencies, finding something to eat, chasing down a wishing star, etc. He doesn’t hold back when it comes to harmless pranks and gags, but he’s not a provocateur. The most he does all on his lonesome is witty dialogue. 

Chaotic Good: Dot. She’s an energetic, boundless child who does everything in her power to bug and bother the Warners’ daily Special Friend. But she’s the innocent, young, cute mascot who has not yet been corrupted by the cruel world of modern television. She’s a sweet young girl who enjoys reading poetry and singing cutesy songs, but she’ll definitely bury you six feet under if you call her Dottie.

Lawful Neutral: Hello Nurse. She’s won a Pulitzer, a Tony, and she dedicates her time to helping others. Her resume is golden; you couldn’t find any dirt on her if you hired Hercule Yakko.

True Neutral: Skippy. He’s a body of water constantly influenced by the pull of the tide. He’ll take whatever advice Slappy gives him, or anyone. When his guidance counselor says to take a beating from a bully, he does it. But when Slappy recommends breaking all of the rules to make real progress, he’s not bound by his previous morality.

Chaotic Neutral: Yakko. That face is the face of no mercy. He cracks dirty jokes, he senselessly taunts whoever he chooses, and since he’s the oldest, Wakko and Dot will follow like sheep. It’s true that most of their victims deserve the wrath of the Warners, but when the embodied concept of Death is just doing his job, or when three cubicle workers are just carpooling to work, Yakko will be the instigator of destruction and malice.

Lawful Evil: Mr. Plotz. He’ll follow all of the rules and guidelines whenever someone signs a contract with him, but he’ll use whatever slack he gets to make a pretty penny. He’ll sell the three immortal heathens in the water tower to other cartooning companies just for the money. He’ll tax an orphan out of his only haypenny. He’ll eat a poultry salad in front of Chicken Boo.

Neutral Evil: The Brain. His morality is set in stone; he doesn’t want to hurt anybody. His plan is to dominate the world, only to unite it under his reign. But he’ll break laws, trespass boundaries, and disobey orders to get what he’s set after. But when a tough decision crosses his path, like choosing between his best friend or conquest of the planet, his heart of gold leads him down the right fork in the road.

Chaotic Evil: Slappy

anonymous asked:

princess diaries 2 au where yurio is mia, otabek is devereaux, victor is clarisse, and yuuri is joe. mila is bff lily and phichit is unproblematic photographer prince

my jus d’orange asks, and i must deliver. s/o to @forovnix and discord peeps bc i lov u all. note: yurio is like, probably nearing 21 in this ficlet because who the hell is going to let a 16 year old onto the throne


“I can’t believe PM Feltsman thinks I have to get married in order to assume the throne,” Yuri groans as he lounges on the bed. Over on the settee, the King’s chief of security, Yuuri Katsuki, looks up from the paper.

“PM Feltsman may have ulterior motives,” he remarks.

“And who’s Lord Altin, anyway?” demands Yuri, rolling up the parliamentary meeting agenda and chucking it at the ceiling. It barely glances off the fresco ceiling and lands on his face. “Sounds like a bore. Why does he suddenly care about me becoming King?”

“Well, there’s the stuff about the succession,” says Katsuki. “You’re the ward of King Viktor, whereas Lord Altin is connected to the House of Nikiforov via marriage –”

“But Viktor named me his heir,” Yuri points out. “I shouldn’t have to jump through additional hoops just because I’m adopted into the Royal Family. Besides, I went to Georgetown. I’m probably more qualified to be king than Lord Altin.”

“I’m not questioning your qualifications, Your Highness,” Katsuki replies drily, though there’s a hint of a flustered blush in his cheeks. “I’m just restating what Parliament thinks about the situation. Petersburg law clearly states that adoptive heirs of the House of Nikiforov must marry prior to assuming the throne.”

“It’s a stupid law,” mutters Yuri. He tosses the agenda up again, and catches it this time. Katsuki turns the page in his paper, humming in agreement.

The door to the bedroom swings open, and His Majesty King Viktor Nikiforov of Petersburg strides in, his loyal poodle Makkachin hot at his heels. Yuri groans at the way his guardian’s eyes light up at the sight of his chief of security – honestly, he’s still here in this room; couldn’t they wait until he was out of it before they start sending goo-goo longing eyes at each other?

“Yurio!” exclaims Viktor. Yuri rolls his eyes.

“That’s not my name,” he grumbles.

Viktor ignores him, like he did the first several thousand times Yuri told him that. “They’ve finished remodelling your rooms. You can move in now!”

“Good,” says Yuri, injecting a little extra sullenness into his tone. “Finally I won’t have to listen to you sighing through the walls about Agent Porker here.” And he swiftly rises out of the bed, ignoring Viktor’s gasp of mild offense on his way out the door.

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John has an emergency at the hospital so Sherlock's picking up Rosie from kindergarten
  • Sherlock: I am here to pick up Rosie Watson.
  • Teacher: And if I may ask who are you?
  • Sherlock: I am Rosie's father.
  • Teacher: But I have seen Rosie's father every day for the last two month and you sir are most definitely not him.
  • Sherlock does an eye roll
  • Sherlock: The OTHER one.
  • Teacher: Oh.
  • *chatter and gossiping among teachers and parents ensure*
One-Time Thing

Yoongi - Roommate AU
Genre:
Smut
Word Count: 4090ish
It’s okay to fuck your roommate if it’s only a one-time thing.

A/N: There is honestly no excuse. But come on, no strings attached with Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongi was really more of an acquaintance than a friend, all things considered. You knew his name and the fact that he was taking classes at the college, but not much else aside from his rapping. Rather hard not to know about the rapping, what with him being your roommate and all.

Oh, and his abhorrent sleeping habits. For the love of god, could this kid maybe not sleep in until 2 in the afternoon and still be cranky if you accidentally woke him up? Or at the very least, was it too much to ask that he shut down his computer and stop messing around with his music sometime before 6am?

At least he was good-looking. Like, really good-looking. The few glimpses you had of him when he emerged for food and left for class were enough to confirm that he was swoon-worthy. If you were into the whole sleepy eyes/arrogant smirk/I-don’t-give-a-shit thing. Which you definitely weren’t. For the most part. Kinda.

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Unknown King - Part VI

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: I definitely went overboard on this one, it’s really long! Sugar daddy bucky is about to emerge. If you want to be tagged just ask! I will most likely say yes

Word count: 3k +

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Masterlist

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You woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Your eyelids opened. The rays poured in from the open curtains. You grabbed a handful of your hair as you scratched your head. In the morning light, you were able to finally see the details in the room. A small chandelier hung above. There was a very comfortable looking sofa at the corner of the room with a coffee table in front of it. A grand balcony complete with a lounge chair. You stared in awe over the horizon. The houses across the lake at East Egg were mere specks but already looked grand.

You got off the bed and went into the adjoined bathroom. It was as big as your room in the cottage. The white marble floor gave the place a hue of brightness. The white bathtub sat on an elevated platform. The steam shower had glass walls and you just couldn’t wait to indulge in a hot shower. After some difficulty in trying to figure out how to turn on the water, you were successful and the warm water now drained down. You stripped yourself of your clothes and sighed in relief at the feeling of warm water.

There were towels that were neatly folded on a small shelf. You grabbed two and wrapped them around your hair and body. Without a second thought, you walked back into the room and nearly screamed when you saw a maid making the bed.

“Good morning Miss Y/N,” She smiled and continued.

Your cheeks burned and you quickly went to your luggage to grab some undergarments. The maid tucked a stray of blonde hair behind her ear before turning to you.

“Would you like me to unpack for you?” She asked.

You shook your head, “Oh, no. No thank you.”

She smiled and nodded, “Understood. Well, I’ll leave you be.” She went into the bathroom and retrieved your dirty clothes. “I’ll take these down to the laundry and Mister Barnes is waiting for you downstairs whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you,” You said, no quite sure what to do in situations like these. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I know,” She paused. “Mister Barnes talks a lot about you. I’m Shea.”

Before you said anything else she scampered out of the room. You sighed in relief. Then you remembered that Bucky was waiting for you and quickly began to get dressed. Not wanting to waste a minute.


Bucky was at the stove, flipping an omelet with a spatula. He was dressed very lazily in a pair of sweats and black shirt. His hair was not slicked back and his locks now curtained off his face.

He looked at you and smiled, “Morning, Y/N.”

“Good morning, Buck,” You went to wash your hands. “Need any help?”

He shook his head, “I think I’m fine. I’m almost done.”

You stood around for a second before grabbing two cups of glass. You filled one with water and awkwardly drank, trying to avoid small talk. Finally, you decided to break the ice.

“I didn’t know you cooked.” You said truthfully.

He laughed, “I had some spare time and took some lessons with Renaldo and Anthony. Didn’t hurt and I have expanded my cooking skills.”

You smiled, “Impressive.”

He set a plate with an omelet in front of you. He handed you a fork and you thanked him. You waited until he sat across from you to begin eating. The food was delicious and left you wanting more.

After breakfast, Bucky left claiming he had business to attend to. You spent the day unpacking and exploring parts of the house you did not see. Mainly, you just didn’t want to keep getting lost in the maze of halls and bedrooms. You came across several locked doors and rooms that were nearly empty. The room in which you first met Bucky was, in fact, his study. There was a window that had a view of the courtyard, where the parties took place. You wondered why he would simply watch his parties. What was the point? What prevented him from going downstairs and get roaring drunk?

You found yourself in the courtyard, gazing up at the window you were looking out of just minutes ago. You stood on the small platform in the middle of the pool. The staircase loomed over you as you crouched down to dip your fingers in the water. You walked towards the main pool. The large circular body of water that was crystal clear and bright blue at the same time. The floor of the pool had a custom design. A circle with the initials JB. James Barnes. You took your sandals off and sat on the edge. You let your feet dangle off the edge and into the warm water. You had a view of the lake and East Egg from where you sat.

How could Bucky live here all alone? You asked yourself. A house so big with only a few people that he pays to be here. Is that the reason for these parties? To keep the house full even if it’s for a few hours and one day a week. To let people enjoy the riches he has earned when he can’t because he has no time? You bit down on your lip in thought. You felt a headache beginning to blossom. The sun overhead was beating down on you and you had the urge to take a swim. But you didn’t feel comfortable.

“Would you like a towel Miss Y/N?”

You turned to see Ace holding a white towel in his hand. You took it and thanked him. You lay the towel on your lap and continued to gaze off into the distance.

“Ace?”

“Yes, Miss Y/N?” He asked.

“How long have you been working for Bucky?”

“About 3 years, Miss, why?”

You shrugged, “Is he ever in any danger?”

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that question,” He said.

You pulled your lips in a thin line. “But,” You paused. “He’s a good person, right?”

“He is a good man,” Ace nodded. “He would never hurt you if that’s what you want to know. He finds your presence quite calming. I do believe your evening will be wonderful.”

You smiled, “Thanks, Ace.”


“I really appreciate you doing this Shea,” You smiled and felt the soft fabric of the robe she gave you. She had insisted you take a bath. She poured various scented products into the water and also smeared on a face mask. Your skin now felt clean and smooth.

She nodded, “It’s what I am here for. Mister Barnes doesn’t always have dates. It’s quite rare so I’m glad he’s found someone as beautiful as you.”

You smiled, “Thank you, Shea”

“Now let’s get you ready!” She exclaimed.

Bucky had returned a few minutes ago. You hadn’t seen him since the morning because you were far too busy sitting in neck deep bubbly water.

Shea made you sit on a chair in front of the vanity. She began to work on your hair and as she did, she went on and on.

“The last girl that I remember he was seeing was a girl named Carmen. That was two years ago and it ended badly. She was cheating on him,” Shea said. “She lost it all and let Mister Barnes heartbroken.”

You weren’t sure how to feel about this new information. It had been 2 years since his last relationship. 2 years until you crashed into his life. You had mix emotions. After Shea finished curling your hair, she began on makeup.

“Oh, you don’t need much,” She stated. “Just some mascara, some glow and a touch of lipstick.” Shea paused. “You are gonna wear the dress he got you right?”

You looked at her, a bit surprised that she knew about that. You nodded to answer her question.

“That dress is gorgeous, I know because I helped pick it out,” She winked. “You’ll look so good in it.”

You had ten more minutes to get ready. With Shea’s help, you got out of the robe and into the gown. It was the first time you wore it and to say the least, it looked absolutely stunning. The top hugged your body perfectly and the skirt flowed around your legs. Shea handed you your black heels and nodded.

“You look beautiful.”

You smile, “Thank you, Shea, I really couldn’t have gotten here without you. My hair looks amazing.”

She grinned, “I will leave you now. I’ll tell Mister Barnes you’re ready now.”

You nodded and she slipped out of the room. You sat on the edge of the bed and composed yourself. You wish you had someone to call, but your only friend was the one that was taking you on the date. You went into the bathroom and made sure you didn’t have anything between your teeth. After spraying yourself with perfume, you nodded at yourself and went towards the door.

You opened it and made your way towards the stairs. Bucky stood at the foot of the stairs, he saw you and smiled. He was dressed in an all black suit and he looked very handsome. He extended his hand and you took it as you reached the bottom.

“You look beautiful Y/N,” He said.

“So do you,” You mentally slapped yourself as you registered what you just said. “Fuck, I mean you look handsome.”

He smiled at your stuttering state, “Come on, not a moment to lose cause I have a fun night planned.”

He led you out of the house where a sleek black Lamborghini was already waiting in the driveway. The butler got out and Bucky thanked him. He opened the door for you and you got in. This was possibly one of the most expensive cars you’ve ever been in. Bucky got into the driver’s seat and sped away from the house. The gates were already open and he raced through.

“So what do you have in store for me, Bucky?” You asked.

“A night full of wonder,” He said. “You look very beautiful by the way, I know I already said that but I wanted to say it again.”

You blushed, “Thank you.”

“Y/N,” He said. “What’s your opinion on me? I don’t want to make it sound like it’s all about me but I know that there are bizarre rumors going around. I just don’t want you to think that I am someone who cannot be trusted.”

“I hardly know you,” You started. “But I do trust you.”

He looked at you and your eyes connected momentarily before he turned his attention back onto the road. The drive over the bridge was quiet. You fiddled with your fingers, wondering if you said something wrong.  You gazed at the city. Every building was illuminated with its glimmering light that came to life every time the sun fell across the horizon. Bucky raced down the busy streets of New York, he weaved in and out of the lanes, receiving various angry honks from drivers. He flew by patrol cars, but the officers did not chase after the car. Just how powerful was Bucky?

James stopped the car in front of a towering hotel. He got out and hurried to your side to open the door. You smiled and took his hand.

“Good evening, sir,” A young man approached you.

Bucky tossed him the keys to the car. “I don’t want to see a scratch, you hear?”

“Of course, sir,” He bowed his head and got into the car.

You hooked your hand through his arm as he led you into the hotel lobby. Your eyes nearly bugged out when they fell upon the giant crystal ball. Men and women of all shapes, color, and age were scattered throughout the lobby. Some carried bags that had prestigious logos such as Chanel, Gucci and other’s you only saw in magazines. Bucky gave you no time to register your surrounding, he was already pulling you in another direction.

“What are we doing here?” You asked.

“This place has an amazing restaurant,” He explained.

“Oh, I thought you booked a room, I was so confused for a minute,” You admitted.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Unless you want to of course.”

Your cheeks burned bright red, but before you could say anything else, you arrived at the hotel’s restaurant. The hostess smiled at us.

“Hello,” She greeted. “Name?”

“Barnes,” Bucky said. “I reserved the entire rooftop patio.”

The hostess looked at the computer and nodded, “Ah, here you are. Barnes and a guest.” She looked at you and smiled. “Your gown is lovely.”

“Thank you,” You beamed.

“Follow me,” She rounded the desk and you squeezed Bucky’s arm as followed the hostess. She stopped in front of an elevator, the doors opened and she motioned for you to step inside. She pressed a button on the number pad and turned to us, “The waiter that will be assisting you for the evening is already waiting. Enjoy your night.”

The doors closed and the elevator began moving up. You took a deep breath and chewed on your lip as you waited.

“Did you really rent out the entire patio?” You asked.

He nodded, “How could I not?”

The evlevator dinged and the doors slid open. Your mouth fell agape when you saw the patio. It was completely empty except for the single table that sat in the middle. A red carpet was extended from the entrance of the elevator to the table. Fairy lights decorated the short walls. The roof opened up to the night sky. The lit up skyscrapers towered over the patio. You were left breathless. A light wind began to pick up, but Bucky placed his hand on the small of your back and a sudden jolt of heat raced through your body.

“Wow.” Was all you could manage.

“Do you like it?” He whispered in your ear.

You turned to him and tilted your head up to meet his eyes, “I love it.”

Bucky pulled out the chair for you before you sat down. His eyes were locked with yours as he planted himself on the chair across you. The waiter approached the table. Two menus were in his hand.

“Good evening,” he began. “Welcome to Belassio, my name is Carson, I will be helping you this evening,  what can I get started for you today?”

“A bottle of your finest wine,” He said without breaking his gaze from you.

“Of course, sir,” Carson nodded and strolled off towards the elevator.

You admired the view around you. No doubt people who were in those tall buildings could see what was happening, but you didn’t care. Bucky cleared his throat, you turned to him.

“Y/N, I’m afraid I haven’t been honest with you,” he said.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your heart crawling in your throat.

He sighed, “I know a lot about you, but you hardly know anything about me. For starters, my name is James Buchanan Barnes, I was raised middle to lower class in Brooklyn. Steve Rogers is my close childhood friend. My father died when I was young and before she died, I’m happy to say that I bought my mother a beautiful house that she always dreamed of. She was able to live like the queen she was always meant to be.” He paused. “I started the business that I am in at the age of 19. Tony Stark, he helped me and shaped me into the man I am today. The line of work that I am in, it isn’t something that’s popular. I hit my climax moment 4 years ago, the money began rolling and I felt like a king.  I bought the house I am currently living in and immediately felt the bad vibes coming from East Eggers.”

Carson came back and poured the wine into two glasses. Bucky let you order your food first, though you weren’t sure about any of the dishes. Instead, Bucky ordered two chefs specials. Carson jotted it down on his notepad and went back down the elevator.

“Is that why you asked me about those rumors?” You asked.

He nodded, “I don’t want you to have the wrong impression of me. We’ve known each other for a few months but I want to tell you the truth so that you could hear it from me and not some ridiculous story told by some gossiping whim.” He paused. “Y/N, doll, I really like you. You’re this gorgeous, kind hearted person who is selfless and you’re just….perfect.”

He stood up and kneeled in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks, “I want you in my life, Y/N, I do. I will make sure nothing happens to you. I just need you to want to be in my life. That’s terrible wording, but I think you get the point. I’m not going to force you to do anything.”

You were left shocked, you didn’t know what to say next. Bucky was in a sketchy ass business that only seemed to be real in movies. Was he a drug lord? Maybe. Mafia don? Possibly. He was in a line of business that could most likely get him killed. And you strangely knew that nothing would ever happen to you and hopefully him too. He continued to stare with hope clinging onto his eyes. You were speechless but your mind was going a mile a minute. He abruptly stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Okay,” You said quietly. “I trust you, Buck.”

He turned, shock crossed his face but it quickly broke out into a smile. You expected him to do something else but instead, he sat back down on his chair. Your shoulders slumped, disappointed that he didn’t use this golden moment.

“What the hell am I doing?” he asked and suddenly stood up before capturing your lips in his. You held your breath during the breathtaking moment. Fireworks seemed to go off in the background as heat raced through your body. Your face began to grow warm. He pulled away shortly after and you smiled.

“I’m so glad you did that,” You whispered.

“Trust me, doll,” She said. “So am I.”

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Mafia Boss (G-Dragon Scenario) - Final Part

I can’t believe that this is the final part of this series. It’s been (exactly) one year of working this thing and I’ve loved every moment of it. Thank you so much to everyone who’ve enjoyed and supported this series! You’re all awesome ^^ I really hope you’ll like this final part and, for the forty-third and final time, enjoy~

WARNING! Those who don’t handle violence and strong language well, be ware. This is not, I repeat not, a series suited for young and sensitive readers.

All characters in this series, aside from the members of BIGBANG, are fictional. Any resemblance to real life people, in name or otherwise, are purely coincidental.

Summary: Your nightmare was gone. Finally.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10][Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19] [Part 20] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Part 23] [Part 24] [Part 25] [Part 26] [Part 27][Part 28] [Part 29] [Part 30] [Part 31] [Part 32] [Part 33] [Part 34] [Part 35] [Part 36] [Part 37] [Part 38] [Part 39] [Part 40] [Part 41] [Part 42] [Part 43]

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anonymous asked:

If you read fanfics, what's some of your favorites (with links please!)

alright, so there are some of my faves, tho I’ve read a lot of fanfics tbh, but it would be a pain to list them all. there’s more than one pairing in here, but most of them are taekook. 

all of them are completed, because I’m really shitty at keeping up with the unfinished ones OTL, and they’re mostly one shots, tho there are some that are longer as well. 

so here you go!

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go (1/1 | 20,271 | Rated E)

Dramatization. Do not try at home.

Get Me Out Of My Mind (Get You Out Of Those Clothes) (1/1 | 15,797 | Rated E)

Taehyung never thought he’d fall in love with his roommate. Then again, he never thought his roommate would have been a literal gift from god either.

Date Me (1/1 | 5,439 | Rated G)

Taehyung flirts with the cute high school boy and relishes in the flustered reaction he gets for almost an entire year. But when the following year comes along, he finds himself choking on his own words.

I feel safe in the 5 a.m. light (love in my arms and the sun in my eyes) (1/1 | 8,031 | Rated M)

And Taehyung thinks he’s never loved anyone more in his life than the boy above him who’s a little bit rough and sometimes a bit insensitive and maybe a little bit mean, but he’s also so soft and so gentle, and he treats Taehyung like he’s something so precious to him. And maybe he’s like that because of Taehyung, or maybe it’s because underneath everything, underneath the tough exterior and the sky-high walls, his heart’s more delicate than Taehyung’s, but all Taehyung knows is that Jeongguk fills up all of Taehyung’s vulnerable pieces with parts of himself.

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Kackaaaaaaaa I love you, you're THE BEST! Happy birthday! Promt for Bellarke: we have friends with benefits relationship (even though I secretly love you) but now I'm pregnant and I don't know how to tell you bc I'm afraid that you'll freak out.

Ahhh thanks! <333 Hope you like it! (ao3)


i.

Clarke only feels moderately weird about letting herself into Wells and Bellamy’s apartment when she knows they’re not home.

On the one hand, the spare key they gave her is supposed to be for emergencies. On the other hand, she’d definitely consider being covered in someone else’s vomit an emergency.

When she applied to teach elementary school art, she’d known she’d probably come home messy most days. But with paint, and clay, and glue stuck to her skin. Not from a kid accidentally losing his lunch on her when he came to say he didn’t feel well.

It ended up being more show than tell.

Her principal had given her the go-ahead to cancel the rest of her classes for the day, but going home meant becoming the vomit lady on the bus, and it’s just so much easier for her to go two blocks over to use her friends’ shower.

Wells is the most generous person she knows; she can’t imagine he’d say no if she asked. And Bellamy… well, they’re not exactly close. He’s mostly just Wells’s roommate, Octavia’s brother, the friend in her group she’s least connected to. But he’s a teacher too, and the ultimate Mom friend. Even if he made fun of her endlessly, even if he bickered her into buying him a beer in exchange for the slight addition to his water bill, even if she had to face his smug smile, he wouldn’t actually bar her from using his shower in a time of crisis such as this.

None of those things are out of character for Bellamy. He loves giving her a hard time, and she’s had enough of that today. Which is why she doesn’t text them for permission first.

Instead, she smothers the slightly guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach, dumps her clothes in the wash, and lets out a long, shuddering breath when she steps under the spray.

It feels a little weirder when she reaches for the shampoo on the shelf. It’s just– she hasn’t had a significant other, or even a one night stand, in quite a while. The last time she used someone else’s products, allowing someone else’s scent to cling to her skin and hair, was ages ago.

“Too long ago, apparently,” she grumbles to herself, working her hair into a lather. “Maybe it’s time to get you laid, Griffin.”

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