this is now a competition for some reason

Acceptance Speech

Summary: (Modern!AU) In which Bucky uses his time on stage at the Oscars to let the world in on a secret he’s been keeping for more than two years.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,217

A/N: Happiest of happy birthdays to my twin, @imaginingbucky . You are a queen and I adore you with every single ounce of my being. I know how much you love award shows, so I hope you enjoy this too.

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Bucky feels like a nervous teenager as he sits in the backseat of a stretch limousine, waiting to arrive at his destination. His hands are clammy, his heart is beating too quickly and he can’t stop tapping his foot on the floor. After six years in the acting business, he shouldn’t feel this way. He’s attended more than his fair share of award shows to know all kinds of techniques to keep any concerns at bay. Yet here he is trying his hardest not to hyperventilate and hold his water bottle without spilling it all over his expensive suit. He’d never hear the end of it from his stylist if he did.

“Looking forward to the show tonight?” Vision asks, momentarily catching Bucky’s gaze in the rear view mirror.

Bucky pulls at the collar of his shirt before shifting slightly. Usually this backseat offers him the comfort he needs, no matter how he’s feeling. Today he might as well be sitting on rocks. “Yeah.”

“You don’t sound it,” Viz observes, as he makes a right turn down a side street. He’s an expert at getting you where you need to go while also avoiding all of the LA traffic. “Is it because you’re up for ‘Best Actor in a Leading Role’?”

Keep reading

Mommy

Seokjin x reader

genre:smut, a small amount of fluff

summary: you and Jin have been best friends for a long time/ there has always been some sexual tension/ it turns out Jin has a mommy kink

requested by: bandaddict666

word count:2.4K

DISCLAIMER: this is re-uploaded, so its still the same old version (kinda bad but ok), i decided to re-upload it bc my imagines have a certain look but this one didn’t so i wanted to change that


You were sitting on the floor of your best friends bedroom.
Both leaning against the bed you were casually playing poker bored out of your minds.
The game seemed to last forever and it was not interesting enough for you anymore.

“Okay, I’m done.” you said letting the cards from your hand fall on the floor.

“What? No! I was about to win!” Jin said showing his cards to you.

You laughed leaning your head back on the bed. “Nope. I always win.”

“Um, no? See your cards? See my cards? I-” Jin was starting to get annoyed and it amused you.

Jin was so funny to you when he got annoyed. He would start shaking his head right and left and sometimes would even throw a fit. He was so overdramatic when it came to these things.

Seeing you weren’t responding he became silent, staring at the floor in defeat.

“You’re such a fucking-”

“Queen.” you interrupted. You looked at him and as expected he was giving you a death glare.

“Nope. I meant to say bitch.” suddenly his face got smug.

“I’m a fucking Queen Bitch then.” you retorted quickly.

Giving up, he sighed. “That, you’re right. You’re the biggest bitch I’ve ever met.”

“But you love it.” you said, staring at him playfully.
His eyes flew back to you and he raised an eyebrow.

Well, it was true, you really were a bitch. To everyone mostly. You loved to be in charge and loved to feel superior over others. It seems horrible to others but it worked out with Jin. He was such an opposite. He always listened to what others said, he was the cutest thing ever, whilst you were most definitely not.

But they say opposites attract, guess that’s why you two were best friends.
And you’ve been friends for almost six years now.

He chuckled, looking down at the floor, fiddling with his long fingers. You loved it when guys had big hands and long fingers.
Some of the things that turned you on.

“True. I’ve got used to your bitchy attitude by now.” he said as he raised his look at you.

His eyes were pretty. And the little defeated smile he gave you every time you would beat him at something.
After six years of being best friends, it was almost impossible not to be attracted by a guy like Jin. Heck, not even after a day.

You will just never admit it, but Jin turned you on so much, and you seemed to like him in ways friends shouldn’t like each other more and more every day.

Maybe it was just you, but sometimes it seemed Jin is feeling the same way. But it was impossible to tell. A person like Jin would never admit that he likes someone.

You didn’t notice your little staring competition as you were thinking all these things. You blinked.

“I won.” he laughed with joy.

“But you would’ve liked it more if I won wouldn’t you? If I was on the top again?”

What on earth has made you say that? You realized the mistake too late, because Jin’s facial expression has changed.

For some reason you kept going. And it was getting worse.
“A person like you doesn’t like being in charge. You love it when someone is dominant don’t you?”
What the hell?

His mouth was now wide open. He didn’t seem to catch up on that, he could just keep repeating your words in his head.

“Like me.”

That was the final drop, and now the flooding came.
You couldn’t seem to stop because now you were on all fours, you crawled towards him and sat so close that it was impossible to breathe.

At this point, you’ve ruined everything. And you didn’t see a way for your friendship going back to normal. So you gave up, it was all or nothing.

You started to lean in slowly.
Jin was still at a loss of words.

“Jin…” you said softly as you bit your bottom lip, staring deeply into his eyes.

Until this moment, you weren’t aware of how much you were attracted to him. It was almost insane, and it was all surfacing out now.

Jin licked his lips briefly and took a breath in.

“(Y/N) I… What are you doing?”
You could see that he was shaking.

You had to be doing at least something right? No.

Jin rised up to his feet and looked down on you.

You were so insanely desperate for him that you proceeded.
You looked up in his eyes, bit your lip, very aware of how close you were to his crotch.

Then you took a short look at it, but long enough to signal to Jin what you want to do.
And looking back up you noticed his face was wearing a different expression now.

His eyes were darker, his eyebrows scrunched up and even his lips partly opened. You were now sure, that it was lust.

“Seokjin..” you touched his thigh softly and you licked your lips again.

He sighed. “(Y/N)…I dont kn-”

He was stopped by you. Because your hand was now getting closer to his bulge.
The bulge couldn’t be lying, Jin was turned on.

And before he could’ve said anything else you cupped it in your other hand.
He tried to push it back, but you heard a small grunt rolling off of his lips.

He bit his bottom lip hard, still staring in your eyes with that lustful expression.

Then, you brought your face toward, making a bolder move and you softly kissed his bulge.

“(Y/N) no..“he said with a soft moan.

You backed off, but you were definitely not done.
Suddenly you rised up on your feet, your body being really close to his.

You looked up, Jin’s face looked conflicted.
He opened his mouth to say something but you stopped him by putting your hand on the side of his face and putting your thumb over his lips.

“Please..“you said softly.

By the look on Jin’s face,
he gave into you.

You grabbed him by his broad shoulders as his hands found their place on your hips. He pulled you closer and you directed him towards the bed.

You pushed him down on it and you were now straddling him.
You grazed over his earlobe with your lips as you whispered.

“Do you want me to be in charge?”

“Yes.“he grunted softly, grazing your back and ass with his big hands.
He stopped at your hips and seemed to push you down onto him, making you feel how much he wants you.

Suddenly, words that you never tought you’d say, rolled off your lips.
“Do you want me to be your mommy Jin?”

You were shook at your own words, but even more at his quick response.

“Yes.“he breathed down your neck sending shivers down your spine and causing goosebumps.

You were satisfied with his answer so you asked another. “Will you be a good boy for me?”

This time, he chuckled lowly and repeated his answer.
“I’ll be your good boy.”

His voice was deeper, raspier and sexier than before.
You grinded on him earning a deep moan escape his lips.

His moans were making you moan as well and the room suddenly became filled with sounds of pleasure.

You realized, you still haven’t kissed him, that was one of the things you really wanted to do. To feel his big plump soft lips on yours.

And seeing an opportunity, you took it.

Jin had his eyes closed shut, and you slowly approached his lips with yours, breathing on them, telling him that way that you were about to kiss him.

And then you did.

Grasping his hair in your hands you kissed him passionately. Your lips connected with his like a perfect puzzle and with no hesitation he parted his lips, letting your tongue trough.

The kiss was making you confused, you wanted this to be passionate, but you also wanted to dominate Jin, make him your good boy and so you did.

You parted away forcefully, earning a groan from him.

“You said you were gonna be a good boy Seokjin.” you said smirking at him.

He licked his lips and then let you continue to do your thing.

You started to lift the hem of his hoodie, revealing a great set of abs. You bit your lips at the sight as you pulled the hoodie off him completely leaving his bare chest for you to admire.

“Wow, Jin, I had no idea…"you moaned as you traced your fingers over his string chest.

He just kept looking at you do things to him seeming to be at a loss of words.

The idea of what was happening turned you on even more. Innocent Jin, putty in your hands, hands that liked to grab at everything, make everything theirs.

You leaned down, and kissed his abdomen. Slowly backing up off of him you started to kiss down all the way to the hem of his boxers.

Your hands quickly fiddled with the zipper of his jeans and he helped you pull them down.
He was so eager for you.

Leaning down again, and looking in his eyes, you pulled his boxers down too and you let his cock slap against his lower stomach.

Without hesitating or teasing you took it in your hand and put it in your warm mouth.
You wanted him now.

His head flew back on the bed and his hands found their way to your hair pulling it back and out of the way of him seeing what was going on.

He propped himself up on his elbows and watched you please him.

You kissed the tip of him and then licked a bold strip up his shaft, making sure you were looking into his eyes at all times.

He was biting his lips so hard, trying to keep the groans inside but you wanted to hear him enjoy it.

You stopped what you were doing and said, “c'mon Jin, be a good boy, let me hear you moan.”

And like it was on your signal, he let out a loud, deep moan. And you continued.

You bobbed your head up and down, sucking in your cheeks, licking him up and down and swirling your tongue around the tip.

It was not long until you felt his cock throb in your mouth. You stopped.

Jin let out a breath followed with another groan. He didn’t like the teasing, but he wanted to be a good boy so he didn’t complain.

You let go of his still hard cock and you started pulling of your shirt.

He licked his lips looking at you stripping in front of him. His hand went to his cock, he wanted to please himself.
But you didn’t allow that, so you grabbed him by the wrist and smirked.

“I’d rather you help me strip down.” you said lowly.
He sat up immediately and his hand found your bra clasp so quickly and in a second you were half naked in front of him.

“You’re being a very good boy Seokjin.” you purred in his ear as he laid down again.

Quickly then, you hopped off of him and took of your shorts and panties.
You stood there naked in front of him for a few moments letting him admire your whole body.

“Come here.“he groaned as his hand found it’s way back to his cock.

When you noticed that you quickly got on top of him again, not letting him please himself. “No, I’m pleasing you. Be a good boy for me.”

He nodded.

“Now fill me up.” you purred into his neck and immediately, you felt his tip on your entrance.

His hands were on your hips again and then, he pushed you down.

He didn’t give you time to adjust, he just kept going and you loved every second of it.
His cock was so big, and so perfect for you. He filled you up completely and hit all the spots most pleasurable.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out loud.
You had your hands on his chest as he pounded into you like you’d never imagine.

Because really, no one would ever imagine Jin pounding so hard.

“Oh god…"your legs started to shake. You were about to cum all over his cock.

“Jin I-I….!”
And before you even finished the sentence, he flipped you over, down on the bed so he was on top now, and his thrusts got even faster and harder than before.

You left scratch marks all over his back and strong arms and hickeys on his neck.

His grunts were the thing that got you in the end. Jin moaning and groaning in pleasure was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Jin! Oh my god!”

Jin came at the same time. You were in perfect sync.


Moments later, both sweaty and breathing heavily you were laying next to each other.

You didn’t know what to say.
“Jin…"you said his name, hoping be woud say something.

“You know…"he started, turning on his side, facing you, “I’m glad I won’t have to keep my feeling all bottled up for six more years.”

You were confused, but you felt happiness, and a small smile creeped on your lips.
“What? You have had feelings for me before?”

He licked his lips and smiled. He tucked a strand of your hair behid your ear.
“I’ve always loved you more than you thought.”

“I’m glad im hearing that. Because I’ve wanted to do this since the day I saw you at the swimmimg pools shirtless.”

You both laughed and then he leaned in and kissed your forehead.

It was all good now.


A/N: OKAY HOLY WATER PLEASE.

that was my first imagine, it was a bit long i think lol, but i hope ya like it.

UPDATE: this is re-uploaded

anonymous asked:

Can I request a scenario where s/o is trying to comfort oikawa after seijou's loss but oikawa just snaps like "How would you know? You're not even brave enough to follow your passions" and it's a sore point because s/o is going to uni to study what their parents want, no what they want

For @wantedastronaut , that threatened me with memes to finish this.


You were just minding your own business when suddenly you heard a loud slam of a door. You assumed that Oikawa’s competition didn’t go as well as he thought it would. You were over at his place, book in one hand and a cup of tea in another. You enjoyed going to Tooru’s place, it always felt welcomed, the air was always warm and pleasant but now for some reason, it was stiff and dense, and it felt like it was going to suffocate you anytime sooner.

“Get out,” Oikawa ordered, his voice was unlike his usually cheery self, it was intimidating, frightening, to say the least. Dating Oikawa was almost as though as you were on a rollercoaster, except this time you were blindfolded as you’re on the ride. You never knew when he felt unusually cheery or when he was mad, very, very mad. You looked at your boyfriend in the eye and quirked an eyebrow, not believing what he just said.

‘Get out, now!“ This time, his voice got louder. Booming through the four walls of his room. The silence was deafening and your mouth was wide open, in horror shock. “Why? What’s wrong?” you cooed in a gentle voice, putting your book and mug aside and taking slow, long strides towards your boyfriend. When you reached him, you took the both of his hands and held it. It felt cold.

Oikawa was always the easy type to comfort. A word or two would usually do the trick and from there Oikawa would usually need lots of attention and affection, and that was that. But today, it wasn’t. He flinched as you held his hands and pulled it away immediately. “Babe,” you said, voice tight, “you okay?” Oikawa broke off any form of eye contact and gently shoved you aside and headed for his wardrobe.

A sharp pain could be felt in your chest, your breathing started to become heavier and your tears welled up at the corner of your eyes. But you kept it all in, putting your boyfriend as the current priority. “Tooru,” you gently reached out, in a final attempt, “Tell me,” but all you got back was plain silence and nothing else other than a huff. “Go away can you?” Oikawa asked once again, it sounded more of a plead now.

“I won’t go until you tell me. What’s wrong? Was it the match today? Did you lose? If you did that’s fine, you know. All you gotta do is just-” you were cut off before you could even finish, Oikawa pointed a deadly glare at you, one that you only thought he gives his opponents.

“How would you know? You’re not even brave enough to follow your passions” he snapped “Look at you, miserably following what your parents want and not what you want.” He turned and headed for the bathroom, “Don’t tell me what to do, and please, get out.”

You smiled weakly, tears started to stream down like a river that didn’t seem to have an end to it. “You’re right, I should go.” And just like that, you walked out of his room and out the front door. Some part of you wished that Oikawa would come running and beg for forgiveness but he didn’t, instead, you were left walking home, alone.

Uptight

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

A/N: I was listening to Gorgeous by X Ambassadors, which is a song that always puts me in a fluffy mood, and I felt inspired. 

Prompt: While you worry about school, volleyball, graduation, mythical creatures, and your entire existence, Stiles only has one thing on his mind since coming back, and that is you. 

Check out my masterlist here!

**************************************

“I mean honestly, like Lydia? Love her to death, I’d do anything for her. But if she beats me for valedictorian, I will cut her”. 

“Oh, you’re going to cut her”?

“Yes. I will seriously cut her”. 

“With what? Are you going to make a shank out of your mechanical pencil? Y/N this isn’t an episode of Orange is the New Black. You can’t just ‘cut’ people”. 

“Well fine then, I won’t cut her…. But baby, could I please borrow your baseball bat for a few days…. Just until results for valedictorian come out…”

“Y/N…. shut up”.

You could hear the joking tone in his voice, but still, Sties felt a nice elbow ram into his stomach which caused him to loosen his grip around your waist and keel over.

Keep reading

Victor Nikiforov Appreciation Post!!!

I just want to take a moment and talk about how much I love Victor Nikiforov and how he’s just such a refreshing character. I know everyone and their dog has done a post like this already but I’ve been crying over this lovable goof for months and this had been sitting in my drafts for too long now anyway and also I’m avoiding my textbooks AND THIS SORTA TURNED INTO A CHARACTER ANALYSIS I’M SORRY.

So as far back as the PV, there were assumptions flying around that Victor would end up being an antagonist of some sort. That either he was using Yuuri for his own gain, or was just straight up evil. Laughable now, of course, but the reason those rumors were prevalent was because we see it so often. How easy was it to think that Victor was “helping” Yuuri only to further his own goals in the end? We’ve seen this common mentor-betrays-student trope before and it’s no wonder that early on fans were afraid of this even as the show progressed. And honestly? This would have made for some great drama—for Victor to turn out to not be such a nice guy and for him to eventually become someone Yuuri had to defeat in competition. However the show did not go down that route at all. It turns out that yeah, Victor is actually just a really nice guy who cares a great deal about Yuuri and the people around him. He doesn’t show up in Hasetsu with any evil ulterior motives—he just wants to get to know Yuuri and help him take his skating to the next level, and maybe find inspiration (and love) along the way.

Also how could a man with a heart-shaped smile be evil???

(Continued under the cut.)

Keep reading

// 5 Reasons You Need to Watch The Great British Bake Off //

It’s probably the most British thing since bad teeth and the Queen, the Great British Bake Off is a baking competition featured on BB1 and chronicles a competition with amateur bakers. Seems dull right? Wrong! Find below my 5 reasons to watch The Great British Bake Off Now!

  1. The sexual innuendo - ‘soggy bottom’ takes on new meaning this show, coming from the delightfully British and polite mouth of Mary Berry, the show makes for some hilarious viewing.
  2. The comedy genius of Sue and Mel - The presenters of the show comedian Sue Perkins and presenter Mel Geidoryc, create wacky farce and mischief as the narrate the amateur baker’s every move. 

       3. It can be pretty inspirational, from gravity-defying cakes to watching                      people discover self-confidence the show can really tug at the heart                    strings!

         4. The Cakes Are Pretty Spectacular. From the showstopper to the           technical challenge, these people know what they’re doing. Get ready to be     impressed every week.    

         5. And finally The Great British Humour, its sarcastic, silly and just a little bit dirty! This show never takes itself too seriously and always ensures a laugh.

So give it a go, but warning, never watch this show hungry!

my favorite destiel fics with less than 500 kudos!!!

here are some fics i love that deserve more recognition!!!

A Change of Scene by SurlyCat

When Dean goes over to see his Dom on Christmas Eve, he isn’t expecting Cas to play naughty Santa, and neither of them is expecting how it turns out for them.

A Simple Touch, A Single Look by jujubiest

Something is going on between Dean and Castiel, and Sam is determined to find out what it is. Meanwhile, Castiel puzzles over surprising aspects of his relationship with Dean.

Command Me to Be Well by PorcupineGirl

After the events of Fan Fiction led them to confess their feelings, Dean and Castiel spend their first night together. Dean is thrilled to discover that Cas’s interests align nicely with his…

“That is what I what I want, Dean Winchester.” He leaned in until their foreheads were touching, their noses brushing, their mouths a scant half an inch apart. Dean could feel Castiel’s breath on his lips. “To worship you.”

Dances With Bees by shiphitsthefan 

There is no First Blade. No Mark of Cain. No Ezekiel or Metatron or Trials or Purgatory. There is Dean, and there is Baby, and there is Cas, and all three are worse for wear.

“In which Dean is not a bee, Cas is not a flower, and the image of Cas’ left hand on a radio dial and a hole in the knee of his scrubs will haunt your every waking moment for eternity. YOU’RE WELCOME."―Thank you for helping write the summary, Betty.

Every Last First by Areiton

Somewhere along the way, Cas stopped being an ally, a friend.
Now, he was simply everything.

Heat of the Moment by RipUpTheEnding

In which Sam plans a family vacation at a horse ranch, Cas gets his first human illness (sort of), and Dean finally pulls his stupid alpha head out of his ass.

How To Repel Ghosts by clockworkrobots

“There’s things, there’s…people, feelings that I—I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time.”

(A coda for 10.16 and 10.17)

Kisses by Sunflower Beds by fanforfanatic 

Cas can’t bring Dean back. But he can’t be without him. So Cas leaves to meet versions of Dean he hasn’t come across before. Dean at three as a snotty toddler. At eight as a grubby child. At fifteen when he’s already damaged. Cas travels through time to meet Dean throughout his life, different version of the man and Cas loves every single one.

Made Manifest by schmerzerling

Wherein Castiel defied God for Dean before Dean even knew his name.

Mysteries. by orange_crushed

But if God is not gone entirely, if God is not blind, then God knows about this, too. He might be the only one who can hear it: the inaudible rumbling in Castiel’s heart, restless and aching like an empty stomach.

Negotiating the Spot by shiphitsthefan

"They lie there in a comfortable silence for a while, Dean on his back with his eyes closed and Cas on his side curled around him. Eventually, Cas’ back starts to hurt, and his arm starts going numb beneath the pillow, squashed by the weight of his head and the odd angle. This is becoming a common problem when they cuddle after sex, and Cas doesn’t understand why.”

The wet spot on the bed often poses a problem once the afterglow subsides, but rarely does it offer solutions.

A prequel to Under Honor; Honor-Bound; Until the Stars, but can easily be read as a stand-alone fic.

Once Upon A Dream by jujubiest

Everybody-Dean included-attributes Castiel’s awkward staring and lack of appreciation for personal space to his lack of understanding when it comes to humans. Funny thing, though: Cas never invades Bobby’s personal space, or Sam’s. Why is Dean different? Maybe there’s something everyone is missing.

Orange You Glad by shiphitsthefan

Dean hates farmers markets and everything that they stand for. However, following a conversation with a new friend, an aptly-timed epiphany, and some impromptu pie-sharing, Dean’s definitely rethinking that opinion.

Racing (And Other Reasons to Sweat) by Carrieosity (dcj)

Competition and racing are nothing new to Castiel and Jimmy Novak. Since leaving behind college athletics and settling down into jobs and everyday life, though, it’s gotten harder to scratch that competitive itch. Now Jimmy’s swimming skills and Cas’s running abilities have earned unexpected attention, and they’ve been pressured into creating a triathlon relay team. All they need is a cyclist who can keep up.

Dean is not an “athlete.” He’s not about to back down from a challenge, though, so he’ll do whatever he has to do, as far outside his comfort zone as it may take him. Finding fast new best friends in the Novak twins should make that stretch easier for him, but instead, as he can’t help falling in love with not one, but both twins, things just keep getting a whole lot more complicated.

RWND by Bookkbaby

Months after the events of REC, Cas is ready to move forward.

Sleeves by saltyfeathers

The Family Business Tattoo Parlor gets a new customer.

Something Like This by AlizarinDreams

PWP continuation of Missing the Point. Really. That’s it.

Steal my Breath by Sincestiel

“Tighter, Dean, please,” Cas urges throwing his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. Dean squeezes. He doesn’t know why Cas wants this or even what the appeal is, but he always comes harder when he’s struggling to breathe.

Study Break by relucant

“Stop whining,” Cas said. “Finish your outline and we’ll go. There’s beer at the apartment. We’ll put on Star Wars and pretend we never set foot in the library over break.”

“Castiel Novak,” Dean said, putting his hand to his heart, “you are the wind beneath my wings.”

“Idiot,” Cas said affectionately, hoping Dean didn’t notice the hot flush creeping up his neck. He snatched his pen back and returned to his paper.

They worked in silence for several minutes, punctuated only by Dean’s occasional groans of boredom. Finally he pushed his laptop away and opened his mouth to complain when another clap of thunder shook the walls, much louder than before, and the lights flickered briefly.

Stupid with a Flare Gun by remmyme

“Look,” Dean grits, pinching at the bridge of his nose, “You’ve got a body. Yourbody.” (Castiel, not long ago; “Jimmy…his soul was not returned to me.”) “You’re gonna damn well learn how to use it.” The hunter reaches under the seat to jerk at the lever, sliding back the whole of the front bench and badly startling Castiel with the unexpected jolt of movement. “And, hate to break it to you, but this town’s really not that big. You just got yourself kicked out of the only joint that’s got the professionals at work.”

Dean twists to lean against the car door, pulling up a leg to lay across the seat. The moment stretches, silent and tense.

“I ain’t gonna fuck you,” he says, voice gruff, “but I’ll talk you through it.”

Summer Blue Skies by destimushi (cockles au)

“You really should have just given him what he wanted.” The man circled around Jensen leisurely, as if taking a stroll in the park, and stopped right before him. Eyes the colour of a clear summer sky stared back at him. “But…maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t because now I get what I want.”

The mission was to infiltrate. Jensen knew the consequences of capture, and when it happened, he was ready to die for his country. Misha Collins was the master of torture, and it shouldn’t be difficult to hate him, but the interrogator was hot and cold, and Jensen soon found the boundaries between love and hate blurring.

Take Your Time by smallhorizons

Written for bottom!cas Wednesday on Tumblr.

Basically: Dean takes his time opening up Cas with his tongue and fingers before he finally slips inside and gives Cas what he wants.

The Sweetest Taste by habitatfordeanwinchester

“I assure you that I can feel and taste things just as well as you can, if not more so.”

“You’ve spent centuries as a, what do you call it, fucking celestial wavelength? You can’t possibly tell me that you think you’re a greater authority on hot chocolate.”

***

In which Dean and Castiel argue about hot chocolate.

to be made of stars by ftera

Castiel Novak is infuriating. He can’t finish an art project without making a huge mess, his typically charcoal colored fingers leave smears along household objects, he makes fun of Dean all the time, and he’s a perfectionist about everything.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Dean’s in way over his head, because someone like him doesn’t deserve someone like Cas.

(Of course, that’s not to say it won’t stop him from trying.)

It starts out, as most things don’t, with a drawing.

We Love Camp Campbell by feelsnotfeelings

Dean Winchester arrives at Camp Campbell baggage in tow. Freshly dumped and fresh out of rehab, a summer romance is the last thing he needs. Until he meets Castiel Novak.

Featuring: bonfires, movie marathons, nosy coworkers, brotherly bonding, and Jody forcibly pulling Dean’s head out of his ass.

Wordplay by Dangerousnotbroken 

“I don’t understand why talking dirty is such a big deal for you humans,” Cas complains, apropos of nothing.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm in a debate with a friend of mine about destiel; and since we're both really competitive people, it escalated, and now I have to write an essay about why destiel is a good ship by Thursday. Would you mind telling me some of the main reasons you ship destiel/some of your favorite moments? If you don't want to don't worry about it :)

(There are so many reasons lol) 


The main reason that I ship them is because of the connection that they have

They obviously have a different relationship than say, Sam and Cas

Their relationship is more…. profound ((romantic)) than Cas and Sam’s

—————————————————————————————————-

Let’s go on to some of my favorite moments

#1- ALL OF THE FUCKING STARING

THERE’S

NO

WAY

THAT

THIS

SHIT

IS

PLATONIC


#2- These parallels 

.


#3- The fact that in ^^^ that scene, Dean was supposed to say “I love you”, but the writers cut it out.


#4- The amount of times people referred to them as “in love” or “boyfriends”, because that means that other characters IN THE SHOW could see it too


#5- That one time that Isham referred to Dean as Cas’s “human weakness”

Also, do you remember when Metatron said this: 


Welllllll….. since Dean is Cas’s “human weakness” and Cas is in love with “humanity”


BOOM 

CAS = IN LOVE WITH DEAN WINCHESTER


#6- These aren’t really in any specific category, but they are some of my favorites




SO

In conclusion, Cas and Dean are hopelessly in love (even if they don’t want to admit it to themselves yet)

This is why I’m at peace with Episode 12 

Part 1 of 2 - Katsuki Yuuri’s journey

I have a friend who was somewhat disappointed with the ending of Season 1 of YOI, so I’ve written a full analysis on Yuuri and Victor’s motivations and goals.

It’s lengthy, but I hope it does help some of you feel more satisfied with what happened in Episode 12. Yuuri and Victor will have separate posts.

Click here to read Part 1 - Yuuri’s analysis.
Click here to read Part 2 - Victor’s analysis.

(And I am really sorry about the length of this, guys. There is a KEEP READING cut beneath this paragraph, but I know sometimes phone apps ignore them. I apologize in advance that tumblr doesn’t always recognize its own coding.)

Keep reading

It’s a Yes from Me

My newest Malec OS is available on AO3.

For those of you who want to, it comes with a list of songs on Spotify.

Summary: Reclusive singer Alec Lightwood has been taking some time away from the spotlight for a few years now. He has lost his inspiration, his reason to keep making music. 

That is, until his manager, Luke Garroway, asks him to enter the panel of the ridiculous singing competition The Angel’s Voice. Alec only says yes because that means keeping an eye on Clary and Simon. He hates those fixed, degrading TV shows with a burning passion. Hopefully, Alec figures, he’ll get some inspiration back watching new comers try their luck on TV. Some of them are bound to be good. 

It isn’t until Magnus Bane walks on stage, however, that Alec realizes just how right he is.

genius-logan-sanders  asked:

Tree bros

Tree bros

Connor x Evan

Evan x Connor

This is gonna suck but let’s go

• proposes

Well. So basically it’s there five year anniversary and they both have rings in their pockets. They’re both hella nervous. Evan keeps fidgeting with it and Connor is like ‘oh shit he probably has a ring. He’s bad at hiding things. Fuck I have to ask before he does’ so unexpectedly Connor gets up from his seat and goes to their waiter and hands him the box and asks him to do something with the dessert. When Evan sees the ring on the cake he glares at Connor ‘damn it Connor, why’d you get to ask first?!’ Connor just laughs.

•Shops for groceries

Connor does cause Evan hates the interacting with the cashier part. Connor always forgets the list at home and Evan has to send him it over text. Connor also likes to buy little treats that Evan loves even when they’re not on the list. Evan gets really flustered even though it’s small and just food.

• kills the spiders

THEYRE BOTH FUCKING TERRIFIED OF SPIDERS ARE YOU KIDDING Evan hides behind Connor. He was bitten once and had to stay in the hospital for the weekend for it. He was very disappointed that he didn’t become the next spider man. He was five, and now it’s turned into a huge fear. Connor will take of his shoe, take on look at the beast and wack it.

•Remembers to feed the fish

They don’t have a fish??? They’re boring??? Instead they have a dog cause they’re very therapeutic for the both of them!!! It’s a corgi husky mix and they named her Maple cause they got married under a giant maple tree, where they also carved their names and wedding date into. Oh yeah, basically they have a schedule and they’re both really good at remembering

• initiates duets

BOTH if one of them is in the shower, and the other hears them singing, they will burst into the the bathroom and sing with them

• falls asleep first

It really depends? Usually they fall asleep together. Especially if one of them has a really bad day cause they stay up to comfort the other. But Evan works late every Wednesday so he gets home to a sleeping Connor, gripping onto one of Evans hoodie with Maple on top of him

• plans spontaneous trips

Evan always talked about places he wanted to go when they were in high school and college and after they’re married Connor researches a shit ton. He makes sure that their are always hotels and things they can do that are dog friendly cause Connor knows Evan would want Maple with them. Connor always surprises Evan with a random trip, first London than Egypt then Rome then Baghdad and so on.

• wakes the other up at 3 am and demands pancakes

Usually it’s Connor after he has a dream of him eating a lot of pancakes. It happens a lot. He lives off of chocolate chip banana pancakes. Evan always wonders why he even likes that combo but he’s really good at making them according to Connor so why not? However, twice a year or so, Evan will really crave so strawberry pancakes. It’s usually when they’re out of season so Connor always has a bag of frozen strawberries cause they lay forever??? How???

• sends the other unsolicited nudes

Connor. It’s always when he knows Evan is coming home a little late, and when he’s really in the mood. Evan cause storming in the house and just slams Connor against the wall. Connor loves dominate Evan.

• brags about knowing karate even though they never got past their yellow belt.

Connor. His dad signed him up for lessons and he never really tried so it’s not really bragging but he always says that if someone messes with Evan he’ll use his mad karate skills. When someone actually messes with Evan, Connor gets turned on cause it turns out Evan has a fucking black belt???? What?????

• comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops.

Connor fucking loves bakeries and always gets macaroons. He loves them. However Evan will drag Connor into candy shops for lollipops and jolly ranchers and chocolate.

• blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit

Changing it a bit, Connor will do something dumb and have a really goofy grin on his face and he’ll be like 'babe! Did you see that! Wasn’t I awesome!’ 'Yes Connor, you did it perfectly you dumbass’ 'What? No kiss’ *evan sarcastically blows Connor a kiss then walks away*

• Killed the guy (and who hides the body)

Connor kills the guy cause it’s Connor. Evan hides the body cause 'CONNOR YOU DUMBASS YPU CAN GO TO JAIL FOR THIS I MUST PROTECT YOU FROM THE LAW!’

• wears the lest amount of clothing around the house

At first, Connor wears pans with crop tops, Evan feels like he should start wearing less too. He starts to walk around the house in shorts and crop tops. Connor views this as a competition and starts to wear shorts with no shirts, Evan wears sweaters with no pants, Connor retaliates with short shorts, Evan just wears boxers. Now they’re both just in boxers. Then Evan gets cold and puts a hoodie on in the winter. 'HA I WON!’ 'I WAS COLD YOU DOUCH! TURN THE FUCKING HEAT UP’ Connor chuckles and does as he’s told.

• has random sentimental moments for no reason

Both really. Connor will feel super giddy for some reason and just picks up Evan and swings him in a circle and hugs him. Evan will feel super cuddly and drag Connor to the couch and curls up like a cat on top of him.

anonymous asked:

i'm not trying to start anything but do you think this fandom demonizes touka way too much because she's with kaneki now or was it something that stemmed from the original series

Ahh I’m hesitant to answer this, but I’m gonna just because it’s something that’s really important to me. 

To preface, it’s a long and complicated matter, and I’m surely going to upset some people who “just don’t like her”. And that’s fine– people are fully entitled to that opinion. But being in my mid-twenties and a longtime member of online communities, I do notice a long and exhausting trend nearly everywhere in western fandoms where all female characters are demonized for little reason other than the fact that they’re “in competition” with the other main male characters of the cast.

It doesn’t stem from any particular chapter or story, but by the ways that society in general holds women to a much higher standard. We’re raised to see each other as competition, as lesser to each other, and by men especially (regardless of sexuality). So when a female character comes into the limelight, she’s immediately stamped with “uninteresting”, “a bitch”, “violent”, “ugly”, “whore”, etc, while male characters three times more boring, cruel, vengeful, or promiscuous won’t hear a lick of that shit.

What’s more, we’ve got people parading up and down claiming to be superior because they ship m|m. I like those pairings, too, but I can’t stand the excuse that “het” ships are boring to hate on Touka. And trust me– I totally, personally understand wanting representation–  but I’m not falling for that crap when it’s nothing but m|m and no f|f, etc. I’m not here for degrading or diluting women just because you aren’t attracted to them. 

Which is a whole other can of worms. Have you ever asked, why are m|m ships so popular, but not f|f? 

I’m not going to lie. I’m culprit of that way of thinking, too. I never saw “cool” women on TV or video games when I was little, and so all of my idols were boys. I grew into thinking that women couldn’t be complex or interesting– nothing but weak, shallow “bitches” who ruined the male protagonist’s fun– because that’s all that they were ever written as.

Point being, if I was still 12, I would hate Touka, too.

But now I’m older, and thank god I’ve finally learned and grown and surrounded myself with a huge community of awesome women who all care about and support each other. It’s still taken me a long time to reach this point where I look at a female character and immediately think “SO COOL!”, but trust me when I say that it’s made fandom infinitely more enjoyable and myself a much happier person.

So yeah. I just implore people who vehemently make the (frankly, really-fucking-stupid) effort to let everyone know how much they hate Touka to take a good look at the reasons why, and then ask themselves honestly if they’re giving male characters a free pass for the same stuff or worse

This Is Us -Chapter 11

DA


On his own for an entire afternoon with Faith, wandering through the city, Jamie reflected that Claire was largely correct, even if the place was your home and you knew it like the back of your hand, it looked different when you had a toddler in tow. She’d said it not in doubt as to his announced plans for occupying Faith while Claire borrowed his car to run a couple errands necessitating hauling and carting, but in helpful advice.

He’d scoffed, pretending to disguise the noise as a cough. He assured her they’d have no trouble at all and would meet her at the neighborhood grocery store later in the day. A certain gleam in her eye let him know she wasn’t fooled for a second and knew bravado when she saw it.

The truth was Claire did everything with Faith so well that he was determined to rise to the occasion. Claire had been nothing but supportive of his efforts to date. There was no earthly reason why he should feel competitive in this regard but some primal instinct in him demanded that he prove himself as worthy and as capable as she, else what purpose was his role as Faith’s father?

Superfluous up until now, some neanderthalian part of him wanted to be considered essential. To Claire or to Faith, he couldn’t say exactly and ruthlessly shut off his self-examination.

He had confidently embarked for their inaugural outing, borrowing Claire’s stroller, some top of the line pram with dual -axle in-line steering and all terrain wheels. Faith loved when they went fast so he contented himself with a modified run, going along at a good clip. She would urge him to move quicker by high pitched noises that he was happy to oblige.

This worked very well indeed in the park but once they hit the regular streets, he was forced to slow down, less due to overcrowding as due to Faith’s curiosity. After a half an hour he started wondering how was it that children were not regularly maimed in the daily course of their travels, if Faith wasn’t flinging her arms out, grazing her hands across everything from parked cars to dogs to bushes along the sidewalk, then she was inexplicably dragging her feet below the stroller’s footrest. Twice now he’d been caught unaware and narrowly avoided scraping her foot.

Jamie had been blessed with exceptional hand-eye coordination. It was how he was able to learn and perform all kinds of barkeep slights of hand that impressed to no end, and while he was not Mensa material he was fairly bright, if he did say so himself.

It was rare for him to come across something he couldn’t conquer, whether by force, stubborn determination, or wit.

The original plan was to grab the bus to take them to the science museum but the thought of having to corral an unusually active Faith while simultaneously trying to remember how to fold the ridiculously complicated contraption with levers and releases and locking mechanisms defeated him. A new sensation, which he didn’t care for in the least.

Luckily, Faith spied a playground near a local school, just the thing to burn off her excess energy. Jamie caught some of her enthusiasm. The playground looked just like the one he’d grown up with on the grounds of his primary school. Swing set, simple slide, monkey bars.  

Finally a landscape with which he had some passing familiarity! He knelt beside her and unfastened the various straps and clips. She flung herself out of the seat giving him a sweet hug.

“Swing!” She cried and ran eagerly toward the four-seat set.

As if in slow motion, Jamie watched as she cut straight in front of a kid who was just pumping through his backswing, his feet came kicking out for momentum.

He shot forward and managed to place his body between hers and the kid. The glancing blow on his hip knocked the kid a little sideways and killed all his momentum.

“Hey!” he protested.

“Sorry, lad, are ye ok? The lassie didna see you.” Jamie smiled in apology, knowing the kid was not hurt in the least.

The same could not be said for his hip bone which was smarting from the thick sole of the boy’s boot.  When he turned to look at Faith she was trying to scootch her little bottom onto the wide green seat, oblivious regarding her near miss. Just as she hauled her body up to sit, he saw that it was set far too high for her.

He made a reach and was too late as she hoisted, failed to reach her destination and promptly slid hard into the packed earth.  He knew that must have smarted.  

She turned her soulful brown eyes to his. Jamie knew from watching Claire in such moments not to react. Claire always kept her response calm and matter of fact.  So he tried to imitate her.

He wiped any grimace off his face and casually asked, “Do ye need a hand?”

He breathed a sigh of relief as she decided she was fine and there was no need to cry. That solved the immediate problem but not the main issue. She was simply too small to stay in the seat and she badly wanted to swing.

In the end he didn’t dare go too high but as he held her in his lap, one arm with a vice-like grip around her middle, they managed to have a fun time anyway.

The monkey bars were a hit, too. Faith had been watching kids on them for awhile. So when they went over to the apparatus, Jamie was already calculating how to get behind her to safely allow her to climb while still moving quick enough to get in front of her when she launched herself onto the bars.

From what he could see, she’d never make that leap safely, nor would her arm span allow her to move from bar to bar even if she could hold her body weight to do so.  

Fortunately, Faith wasn’t a climber by nature so she didn’t immediately race up the ladder. She looked at the ladder, the cross bars, and Jamie, back and forth, calculating.

Making her decision she stood under the center, facing him. He watched, wondering what she was doing.

Then, with all the authority of a Queen, she imperiously commanded her minion, “Up!”

That seemed a wee bit high handed to him. He crossed his arms and stayed put.

“Up! Up! Up!” she repeated, a little louder each time.

Jamie pretended to be looking around for something on the ground, spinning to gaze behind himself, behind her, to the left and right making humming noises of inquiry all the while. She quieted.

“Hmm. Lass, have ye by any chance seen yer manners? I coulda sworn we brought them with us today?”   

She giggled and put her arms up into the air and said expectantly, “Pease?”

“Oh,” he clutched his chest in mock relief,  “There they are, that’s verra good. I wouldna ha’ cared to go back home to find them!”

He swooped in and lifted her up and over to every bar in imitation of the big kids, much to her delight. Jamie felt like he’d hung the moon.

The slide, however, brought both of them down to earth and rather rudely.

While the ladder up resembled a stairway and was safe and easy for her to climb, the design had never been intended for use by little ones.

He didn’t know that the damn thing was a rocket launcher. It came with absolutely no labels, warnings or helpful tips.

One second Faith was gleefully chirping the next she was crying loudly, flat out on her tummy, scrapes on both knees and one hand. And they were one of her favorite pairs of pants, too.    

He cleaned her up as best he could, Claire, naturally had a wee first aid kit stored in the cargo pockets of the stroller. His gut clenched in visceral reaction each time he looked at her scraped knees.  What he really needed was a little soap and water.

Remembering a large cafe a block away, he quickly strapped Faith in and set off. He left the pram, without even trying to fold it, just outside the door and carried her inside.

The lovely smell of bacon greeted them, as did an unfriendly “Oi! Ye dinna mean to leave yer buggy in the middle of the road?”

“Sorry, sir,” Jamie said, holding Faith a bit more aloft so he could see the trouble. “The wee lassie fell and I need to clean her up a bit. Could we use the WC?”

Jamie could tell the man wanted to say no but by this point the few customers in the place had all turned their attention to the exchange. The gruff man nodded and Jamie made his way to the back of the restaurant.

In all fairness, perhaps Jamie could not be blamed for not appreciating the difficulties of single fathers with daughters needing to use public facilities.

Yet as he pushed open the door to find two men at the urinals, Faith’s eyes large as saucers, this being a new experience for her, too. He quickly concluded that men’s public facilities, as a general proposition, were, in every respect, not family friendly.

It would have been marginally better had Faith been a lad and he did briefly consider walking into the ladies or begging the next woman going in to help his daughter.

All his options equally bad, in the end, he manned up and, for that matter, so did Faith. Jamie aggressively pre-cleaning every surface he thought she might come into purposeful or accidental contact with and then vigorously washing every exposed part of her with liberal application of soap and water directly after.

Carrying her back out to the street, he noticed that if they didn’t get a move on he’d be late meeting Claire at the grocer’s.

Trying to move quickly, he did his best to settle and take care of Faith’s wounds, pulling up her pant legs to apply first aid cream and bandages to her cleaned skin (wincing anew now that he could see the scrapes more clearly) and, during the process, continuing to berate himself for not understanding that Faith had been too young to safely use the primary playground, for not thinking through their afternoon plans better, for not practicing opening and closing the damn pram, for not making a list of local shops and restaurants with unisex facilities and for, in general, being an incompetent fool.

His teeth hurt for grinding them together and his lips had stayed in a tight compressed grimace the entire time. So much for his first solo outing with Faith. All he’d proven was that he was a liability.

He looked at the time again and started shoving the bandages and cream back into the kit. He was still facing Faith, kneeling next to her, her pant legs still rolled up exposing bruised knees.

He knew he was at the wrong angle to put the kit away, it’d be easier from behind the pram, but he persisted. When it didn’t fit in easily, he forced it, angrily shoving it back into its little pocket, mangling it and jostling the seat under his daughter in the process.

All the while Faith watched him, looking at him like he was some stranger. She made some little sound as he reached forward to pull her pant legs back down. His head came up and he looked into her worried face, her expression so like the first time he laid eyes on her.  

He heard a soft, plaintive, “Kiss?”

Jamie’s anger abruptly lifted. 

Everything in Faith at that moment reflected the very best of Claire’s good example, her nurturing soul, her loving touch. He’d thought on the basis of a few weeks familiarity he’d prove himself worthy of her example?

Who you jivin’, Fraser?

He’d been the one who, in his hubris, decided this one afternoon would be his parenting litmus test. Pride goeth before the fall, true enough, he thought wincing again looking at her knees. Faith thought he was upset with her and why wouldn’t she? Indulgent self-absorbed idiot!

Jamie kept his eyes on her as he breathed counting the inhalations and exhalations. After a calming few breaths he found he was able to let go of his own shortcomings and failings to focus on the thing that really mattered. He smiled at his daughter with a full and a grateful heart.

“Och, lassie, I’m that sorry ye got hurt. And yer Da has been an wee ass! I beg yer forgiveness, mo nighean donn.”

He gently leaned down and kissed each knee, took her small hand in his, turned the palm over where it was scraped and kissed it as well.

Then he leaned in and gave her a score of tiny kisses on her face, while she laughed. Last, he fitted his mouth to the fold between her neck and shoulder and blew an enormous raspberry which caused her to scream in a fit of happy giggles.

Rude noises and toddlers, always a perfect pair.

When Claire pulled into the parking lot her eyebrows rose high as she took in the sight of a very frazzled Jamie and a much worse for wear Faith. Torn, slightly bloody pants, hair standing on end, it was actually hard to judge who had the worse afternoon looking between the two. But Faith smiled when she saw her mother and was clearly fine overall, if not content.

They decided to only pick up a few essentials and put the stroller away to allow Faith a chance to stretch her stiff and sore knees by walking around the store. Before they went in, however, Jamie asked Claire to show him again how to operate the stroller and insisted that she deploy it once more so he could practice. Two tries later, it was stowed perfectly in the trunk.

As they walked the aisles, Jamie filled her in on his and Faith’s no good, terrible, rotten, horrible day.

What she had meant, Claire reflected later on, was to let him know that she had complete confidence in his ability to handle anything. From maniac swinging grade schoolers to murderous slides, to unsanitary bathrooms.

So in the checkout aisle, when Faith threatened a meltdown after her demand of a lollipop was refused and she got that gleam in her eye, when her body started to vibrate with frustration, Claire suddenly remembered she needed to look at something in a far off aisle to allow Jamie handle it instead of interfering. She left their line of sight but circled back around and watched the scene unfold from just across the way.

Jamie tried to distract and deflect the tantrum that had been brewing but was not successful. Claire might have given in for the sake of the poor people in line behind them but it didn’t matter what she would have done. Privately, she thought it was about time for the bloom to be off the rose of Jamie and Faith’s relationship.

Both of them had been on excellent behavior for the last few weeks. Faith’s infatuation with Jamie continued unabated. She rarely pitched a fit in his company and Jamie, for all his natural ability, still needed to find his footing and be comfortable as her father. In retrospect, after the day he’d had, she probably should have offered a hand.

Still, she thought, circling back to her initial instinct to let him take this one, from her experience nothing made you understand what it meant to be a parent than having a Murphy’s Law kind of day.  

“Miss Faith, the answer is no. We’ll be having dinner soon. Come, mo nighean donn, we need to finish checking out and get home.” Jamie was using his very best reasonable parent voice.

“‘Ollipop! …pease?” Faith’s bottom lip started to curl. She looked around for her mother. So did Jamie, for that matter but no fool Claire, she was long gone. Jamie was on his own and knew it.

“We’ll just pay for what we have, thank ye kindly.” Jamie told the clerk pulling out his wallet. Hoping that the loss of an audience would see the matter dropped.

“I want a pop!” Faith raised her voice.

Jamie tried to remain calm, bagging up the groceries and paying the lad at the register. As he started to move away with the bags to clear the area Faith let out a blood curling scream that split Jamie’s guts open.

He tried to keep his face completely expressionless. He tried to ignore the censorious looks from fellow shoppers who all developed amnesia as if they themselves had never had their own children pitch a fit in a store or hadn’t seen it happen to someone else.  

Instead, he gave his daughter his full attention. Claire watched as he knelt down so he was on her level.

“Faith, ye’ll no be screeching like a banshee in the store.” He said firmly and gently took her arm to usher her forward.

Faith dug her heels in as hysterical tears fell, screaming “No! No! No! Gimme one!”

Stubborn Scot to stubborn Scot they faced off. Jamie’s ears started to turn a bit red. She could see both of them sticking their determined chins out and staring one another down. Both their bodies rigid and tense.  

“If ye dinna stop screeching and get a move on, lass, ye’ll no have cookies tonight.”

Faith could care less, she was holding out for the joy of instant gratification and continued to carry on.

“Or a book for bed.” Jamie added.

Faith didn’t budge or quiet.

Claire could tell Jamie was close to wanting to simply pick her up and allow his physical strength to determine the matter since he certainly could move her without her cooperation.

”Faith, ye have lost cookies and a book. We’ll keep yer bath wi’ extra bubbles if ye move right now,” he warned her.

Oh dear,” Claire thought, “However will we get her to bed tonight?

But she had underestimated Jamie. He was the more ruthless of the pair.

“But if ye dinna move, lass, ye’ll get no bath and Jane will be spending the night alone.” Said with a low pitch of menace, Faith immediately understood the man was dead serious.

“No Jane?” she asked.

“Alone. And Outside.” Jamie emphasized the peril.

Faith had quieted, a feat of strength taking all her effort to do. Jamie had gotten to his feet, sensing victory and started to move away.

Faith took four huge hiccuping gulps of air and then shot forward trying to catch him. Claire was stepping out in front of him. Jamie spotted her and gave her a sheepish grin. She gave him a smile of reassurance. She knew how hard these moments could be.  

“Jane’s ok?” Faith called plaintively.

Jamie didn’t stop, hoping that Faith would spot Claire and move faster to be reunited with her mother, if for no other reason.

“Wait!” Faith called. Claire saw Jamie’s step hesitate but he kept moving toward her and the exit.

“Da! Wait, Da! For me, too! Stop, Da, pease!” Faith started to run to him.

Jamie skidded to a stop. Claire, so close she could feel the breath as it whooshed out of him. Claire’s eyes shone with unexpected tears as his locked on hers and his mouth fell open in surprise. An expression of joy lit him from the inside.

It was the first time Faith had called him Da.

Oh God, Faith, his wee lassie, today of all days!  

As Faith caught up to him she flung her body around his long, strong leg. Claire made a quick grab and divested Jamie of the groceries he was carrying so his hands were free. Jamie  squeezed Faith to his leg briefly, letting her know all was well.

Then he registered Claire’s maneuver. He scooped Faith up in his arms, holding her tight to him, kissing her cheek before settling her on his hip.

Claire felt his body pulsing with emotion. She was flooded with such a feeling of love and hope for her daughter and for the man beside her.

It was as natural as breathing, when he stretched his free arm around Claire’s shoulder, leaned down and kissed her high on the side of her forehead. Her overriding thought was of how perfectly they fit together.


I’m switching the order of the next few chapters, so it may be a little longer between posts. I’m not sure if a peek up the road is helpful but if so Chapter 12: Coming Home To Lallybroch; Chapter 13- Kiss Me; Chapter 14: Like on a Date?; Chapter 15 :-) 

Childhood crush

When I was in 6th grade (12 M) a new family moved in next door. They had a son that was 6 months younger than me. We became friends & we were both competitive in sports & he always beat me, drove me crazy. Hated to lose. Well anyway, he always wore these small kind of tight basketball shorts & the first thing I noticed was his huge bulge. I mean it was big & he had this peach fuzz mustache & I was sexually attracted to him. I so wanted to see his cock. Now I swear I’m like 99% straight, but for some reason all these years (I’m 48 now), all I can think about was his massive package. We wrestled one time & he pinned me & his cock came out of his shorts, & my god, for an 11 year old, his cock was scary big. I so wanted to suck it, still do. & I swear, he’s the only guy I ever had a crush on. I recently became facebook friends with him, we had a long talk, but I still never told him about my jealous obsession over his manhood. I am a happily married man, but I still to this day want to have my first gay experience with him. Should I tell him?

So I’ve been reading time travel fics recently, and I completely fell in love with the idea of young!Victor being thrown into the future and meeting older!Yuuri, but it also made me think.

But what if young!Victor (I’ll call him Vitya from now on) is thrown into a world where Yuuri and Victor have kids already?

For some reason, Vitya wakes up in a big bed in a room he’s never seen before, and he’s really confused but also half convinced he’s still dreaming.

But he can hear the quiet drone of a television from the other room, and he can smell bacon, so he follows his nose.

He knows he’s not in St. Petersburg anymore because the scenery outside looks completely different from what he’s used to, and also, he seems to be in a Japanese styled inn. Perhaps he’s here for a competition? Or maybe Yakov decided to give him a long deserved vacation? He’s always wanted to visit Japan.

As he’s walking down the hall, a door up ahead opens, and a sleepy twenty-year-old walks out, blond hair dishevelled and eyes still droopy with sleep.

The second he sees Vitya, he starts screaming bloody murder.

Vitya jumps back, startled, and the blond guy is still screaming and gesturing wildly and looking as if he’s seen a ghost.

Two seconds later, there’s a loud thump from one of the other rooms, and the sound of a baby crying from somewhere else in the inn.

An angry blond slams open a door and comes out into the hallway.

“The fuck are you screaming for this early in the morning, Kenjirou!?” he asks in English.

The screaming one, Kenjirou, keeps screaming and points at Vitya.

The new blond turns and sees Vitya, and promptly starts screaming as well.

Vitya almost feels amused.

Then, finally, an adult comes running in. He looks to be maybe in his late twenties, with messy black hair and big brown eyes hidden behind a pair of blue-rimmed glasses. He has a baby on one hip and an exasperated expression, as if the screaming is something he’s used to.

The two screaming ones immediately shut up when they see him.

What the hell is going on with you two?” he asks. “I’d only just gotten Katyusha back to sleep and you’ve already woken her!”

The two screaming ones, now quiet, don’t say anything and instead point imperiously at Vitya.

The man turns to look at Vitya, and there’s a moment of shock as his eyes land on the sixteen-year-old, before he groans and breathes out through his nose, raising a hand to rub his temples.

“Victor warned me about this. I thought he was just joking.”

Vitya perks up at hearing his name.

“Kenjirou, take him to the living room - we’ll sort this out there. Yura, go wake up Beka and the others.”

Ten minutes later, Vitya is sitting on a cushion in the living room, in front of a low table surrounded by five other young people. One of the previously screaming ones, Kenjirou, is sitting next to him and is still gaping.

The other previously screaming one, Yura, is sitting across the table from him, now holding the baby (Katyusha) and rocking her slowly back and forth so she doesn’t start crying again.

The three guys that Vitya hadn’t yet met had also started screaming when they’d seen him.

They’re all quiet now.

The group sits in awkward silence for several minutes until the man from before (Katyusha’s father, probably?) calls for Beka to help him bring breakfast to the table. Vitya watches a black-haired guy (probably the next oldest after the guy who seems to be in charge) get up and walk into the kitchen.

Soon, everyone is seated and has food in front of them, and Katyusha is back in her father’s lap and everyone is watching him expectantly.

Vitya listens on in interest as the man (who introduces himself as Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov) explains that he, Vitya, has somehow been transported to the future.

A future where he’s married and has a daughter.

He and his supposed future husband, Yuuri, are figure skating coaches, and Yura and the others are their skaters. They have three others, but since it’s currently the off-season, they’re off visiting family.

The inn they’re currently in is owned by Yuuri and Victor, and serves as a boarding house for their skaters.

Victor accepts the explanation pretty easily.

(The other skaters…not so much. There is more screaming.)

More than the time travelling, the thing Vitya finds most unbelievable is that he ends up marrying someone as ordinary and unspectacular as Yuuri.

He doesn’t voice these thoughts, of course. 

(He’s not suicidal after all, and it’s obvious how much the skaters adore their coach.)

But over the course of the three days he’s stuck in the future, Vitya comes to realize how utterly wrong his initial impression was.

And by the time he returns home, he is horrendously jealous of his older self, and impatiently looking forward to the day he gets to meet his Yuuri.

anonymous asked:

This might be a hard one but please bare with me. Inquisition companions, advisors, and Morrigan (and Kieran if you can but if you can't that's fine) react to the Inquisitor who grew up in the streets and had to hide when they found food - like one day they open a closet or a cupboard and find the Inquisitor eating a pie?

Cassandra- She had been looking for the Inquisitor for some time already to no avail. Yet when she went into the kitchen and opened up a cabinet she nearly yelled at the sight of the Inquisitor in there with a half eaten pie. She demanded an explanation as to why and when they tell her that they had to live on the streets and hide when they found food she became sympathetic towards them. She had no idea. She does tell them that no one will take their food but makes a note to tell the others.

Varric- He had been looking for them to play a round of wicked grace but couldn’t find them. He went back to the tavern to get a drink and when he opened the closet containing the cups he was surprised to see the Inquisitor in there casually eating a pie. Of course he asks why, it’ll be an interesting story about the Inquisitor. He doesn’t expect them to say that they grew up on the streets and had to hide when they found food. Still he can’t help but chuckle at the situation especially if it’s a qunari Inquisitor who barely fits in the cupboard.

Solas- He had been looking for ingredients for a new potion he was developing. When he opened up the cabinet containing glass bottles he did not expect the Inquisitor there holding a pie and a fork. He pulls them out and demands for an explanation they tell him they grew up on the streets and would have to hide when they found food. It makes him realize how real they are and he thinks about his plans. He tells them that they don’t have to hide anymore.

Iron Bull- He figured something was up when they seemed to disappear whenever food was around. He never asks why though. That is, until he finds them in a cabinet with a half eaten pie. When he asks why they tell him. “Sometimes we’d have to do that,” he tells them, “you look away and next thing you know your foods gone. That won’t happen here though. Plenty for everyone.” He lets them be but buys them a drink later.

Dorian- Similar to Solas he had been working on a potion. He did not expect to see them in the closet eating a pie. He damn near has a heart attack and in Dorian style fashion makes it about him. He does ask why they were in the closet and they explain. He understands but thrills them they don’t need to do it anymore.

Vivienne- She had gone to her closest for a change of clothing. Only to see the Inquisitor among them. Eating a pie. She orders them to get out and demands for an explanation. When she hears about why and how everyday was a competition for food. She gets it but tells them that as Inquisitor they are called to higher things than hiding in closets when they have food.

Blackwall- He doesn’t find them in a closet but in a far corner of the barn. In almost scares him half to death but he calms down he asks why. (Insert story here.) He gets it. Having to hide like the others he says they don’t have to do it anymore.

Sera- She had been looking for them to do some pranks but couldn’t find them. When she goes to open a cabinet to get some of the things see needs she finds the Inquisitor sitting there eating a pie. She screams and startles them causing them to fall out of the cabinet. She asks why they were in there and they explain. (You know the drill by now.) She understands “I get it, yeah? I had to do the same as a kid. There’s no same in it.”

Cole- He’s the reason they had the pie honestly. He felt them longing for it. “Going hungry for days. Everyday a competition. Only the strong survive.” You don’t have to hide anymore but you can if you want. He often checks on them if they hide when they eat.

Josephine- They had a meeting with some noble but they were nowhere to be found. When she opens up a cabinet that contains the wine glasses she finds them and screams because she didn’t expect them there. The noble asks if everything is alright she plays it off as seeing a rat. They reschedule the meeting for a late date. She knew of the Inquisitors living conditions before the inquisition became a thing but she didn’t know they hid when they had food. She tells them they don’t need to hide anymore.

Leliana- She noticed how often the Inquisitor would disappear whenever food was around. She knew of their past and the struggles they encountered. She just doesn’t expect to find them in a closet one day with a mostly eaten pie. She leaves them be but tells them to see her later on that day. She tells them that there is no need to hide anymore. They know but they are so used to doing it

Cullen- He damn near has a heart attack when he sees them. Like Leliana and Josephine he knew of their past but explains they don’t need to hide anymore.

Morrigan: She never went hungry with her mother, but after the mirror was smashed she spent many an hour hoarding small treasures against a similar fate. If she stumbles onto the Inquisitor the witchs biting tongue is either still or uncharacteristically gentle, and she leaves them to their meal.

Keiran: With the innocence that most children possess the boy thinks nothing if this action, beyond that it is a grand idea to hide treats from his mother. Their open delight at the location and choice of snack charms even the wary Herald, and when Morrigan later finds them after a panicked search they are contentedly munching on pie.

MAS and the Future


I remember in season one and two of MLP, we used to joke a lot about Celestia’s reign of tyranny. She had this aura of omnipotence, and due to a lack of screen time, it was easy to imagine her concocting vast schemes, playing ponies like pawns because they were silly animals. It was what led to me characterizing MAS Celestia the way I did, always trying to write as little dialogue as possible so her orders felt vague and intimidating. So her moods seemed unpredictable. I thought about stories of Louie the Spider King.
.
But if I knew then what would happen to this character over the years, I’d have written MAS Celestia a lot differently. It’s interesting when a show decides to look back on an earlier season and explain the motives and thoughts of a character, and that’s what MLP has done recently. Season 7 tells us that back then, Celestia wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with Twilight, and she didn’t want to send Twilight to Ponyville. It comes across that the whole Nightmare Moon plan must have been an accident, and the only reason the audience thought it was a scheme was because we didn’t know what Celestia was thinking at the time.
.
I feel in light of more than six seasons of MLP, Celestia has shaped up to be not too skilled or clever, and MAS Celestia is like a juxtaposed opposite, rather than an extreme and wicked example of the same character. A lot of MAS has turned out this way over the years, where as the show veered away from its grounding and more into unconditional sugar fields of prosperity, the idea of struggle, bureaucracy, or even conflict became so foreign.
.
I’m nearly done with the next MAS episode, but it’s getting to be something of a struggle to work with it. Parody requires the original product for inspiration, and it feels like MAS has become a bit of an orphan to the show. I don’t think of the actual Celestia as the Spider King anymore. More like Louie XV. Irresponsible, out of touch, absorbed in frivolity- and all of the ponies are like that now.
.
Rather than a lazy city worker dreaming past her grasp, Dash is a Wonderbolt, one of the highest honors of her whole civilization, but she’s still allowed to throw tantrums, and she doesn’t need to go to practice. Rarity now runs a chain of businesses, but she still has all this free time to do anything on a whim - she’s no longer a small business owner with ambitions too large for her. The world is now too small. Twilight is a princess, Fluttershy has tamed a god, Pinkie and Applejack have survived since season 1. What’s even the point of lives that have no real challenges?
.
I’ve been thinking about it, and maybe MAS is the wrong angle. MAS is no longer a “totally not stupid I promise” exaggeration of the show. It’s the show’s opposite. MAS is where ponies won’t change, because their flaws are ingrained. Where Dash won’t become a Wonderbolt because she dropped out of school. Where Rarity won’t open boutiques across the world because designer dress-making is cut-throat and competitive, and the cost to set up a boutique in Canterlot is so astronomical that she’ll never have enough capital to do it.
.
I did have another idea. I’ve been calling it “Nepotism Adventures”. If you’ve been following the show, you’ll notice that the “mane 6″ have been placed in all these positions of power, and they have all these titles and major jobs now (except AJ, Pinkie, and Fluttershy, but we’ll get to that). Well, what if all the sudden, for some reason, every pony in the show suddenly had to start living up to all those responsibilities at once? Paperwork caught up to Rarity, Twilight suddenly had to start managing government, Dash had to go to training 12 hours a day. Well, I’m sure Pinkie and Fluttershy could be recruited to help with some of this stuff. AJ will farm. The farm will need the amount of work that a normal farm needs.
.
It would be a more modern parody and more in touch with what the show has become. An MLP universe where somebody started paying the logic bill again, and the world lurched violently back into a setting where bridges collapse and somebody with a lot of power has a life philosophy to always help her closest friends.

biancaros3  asked:

Headcanon meme - Emma & Killian (together and/or separately) + 42 :)

#42 Hobbies?

Killian:  Ever since he’s discovered the programs on the moving picture box, he’s been fascinated with reality TV.  Really any kind of reality TV.  He doesn’t particularly know why it’s called “reality”, because it doesn’t seem like any reality he can think of, but he gets into the competitive spirit of it.

Emma:  Emma likes swordfighting.  It started as kind of a survival-type thing.  You never know when you’re going to need to do battle with a big-bad in Storybrooke, and for some reason, guns never work as well on them as swords.  Now that she’s got a little down time, she finds that it’s really good exercise, so she spars with her dad and Henry and Killian whenever she gets a chance.

Together:  Snow asked them what their hobbies were once and Killian gave her his standard cocky grin and said “We like to make pancakes.”  Emma facepalmed and Snow blushed, but David was totally oblivious, rattling on and on about nutmeg and stoking the fire to just the right temperature.  When David suggested they call him to come over the next time they’re making pancakes because he’d like to help, Snow finally leaned over and whispered something in his ear.  David hasn’t eaten a pancake since.

anonymous asked:

Idk if you're still taking requests but pls tell me some hcs of some good ol domestic!sheith au.

Hope you like these:

- cuddles until noon!

- Keith makes Shiro lazy… but he doesn’t mind at all

- Keith wears Shiro’s sweaters all. the. time!

- but never does laundry so

- “dude, what am I supposed to wear now?”

- Cheek, forehead, head kisses for no apparent reason… constantly… as often as possible

- They would totally play video games

- Keith wants to win and Shiro too

- nope, no letting each other win, it’s a serious competition and they fight til death

- yelling at the TV and each other in the heat of the game

- Cuddled up on the couch, Shiro’s head is resting in Keith’s lap while he reads an astrophysics book and Keith one about conspiracy theories

- “Hey, listen to this.”

- reading passages to each other

- Keith just zoning out, watching Shiro do things

- thinking: “why are you so beautiful???? Why is he soo beautiful???”

- gets caught every. Damn. Time.

- thinking: “shit. Oh god. What is he thinking now???”

- Shiro gives him a quick kiss in response

- Keith smiles

- Keith blushes a lot

- working out together

- but actually more fooling around like kids than working out properly

- Shiro meditates to focus and Keith is still thinking it’s funny and can’t get behind it

- Keith cutting Shiro’s undercut

- Shiro sits on the bathtub edge and Keith is very concentrated and gentle

- “Done.” Keith runs his hand through Shiro’s top hair, messing them up

- both awful at cocking

- but try to anyways

- “You really love me, Keith.”

- “huh?”

- “this soup is 90% salt.”

- “I TRIED MY BEST OKAY??”

- doing dishes together

- Keith slapping Shiro with a towel

- “oh, you didn’t!!”

- towel slapping war!!

- eventually cradling on the ground because their stomachs hurt so much from laughing

- going to bed extra early just because more time to cuddle

- everything is s o f t

- Netflix is a thing

- 100% adopt a cat

- or 5

Requests are still open, btw

Harry x Reader

Set Up: Harry gets jealous when he sees you and HR together. Just a little.

Warnings: I suppose none, except cute jealous Harry

Gender: Ima go with female on this one. 

A/N Look at this dork. He deserves so many acting awards. A+. 10/10. Love.

Keep reading