this is the best conversation we've had in a long time

ladythugs  asked:

OMG I just had the cuuuuuutest headcanon: So we all know Tony knew Peggy as his Aunt Peggy but what if he grew up knowing the Howling Commandos as his uncles? I can just imagine little Tony being told stories of the war by his Uncle Dum Dum and then growing up a bit and going to college and building a robot and naming it after his favorite Uncle... I mean we've already seen his affinity for naming his mechanical babies after important people in his life *coughJarviscough*

Imagine Steve when Tony told him.

Idk maybe they were just chilling in his workshop while Tony was doing a little bit of maintenance work on Dum-E, and then Steve just asks him out of the blue, “JARVIS was a person, before he was an AI, right?”

And Tony freezes for a moment, before looking up at the ceiling and nodding his head a little. “Yeah. One of the best men I grew up with, honestly. Seemed only fair he got to… I don’t know, be remembered? And he always used to look out for me when I was a kid, so - carrying on tradition? I guess?”

“What about the others?”

Tony stopped, raising his eyebrows in silent question. Steve just gestured at Dum-E and sat back, waiting for the story.

“I… well this one,” Tony patted Dum-E fondly on the head, “he was kind of based loosely off an uncle of mine? Not by blood,” he added, when Steve’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “just… a good guy. He’d swing by with Pegs sometimes, tell me cool war-stories. And Howard was never an ass when he was around, ‘cause Uncle Dummy would just clock him on the nose.”

Steve smiled in amusement. “Uncle Dummy?  What a respectful name,”

Tony shrugged. “Pegs always called him Dougan, but it was too long for three-year old me. So he told me to call him Dum-Dum. He was… he was always fun like that-”

“Whoah whoa. Wait. Hold up,” Steve had stood up and crossed the room before the was even aware of what he was doing, taking Tony’s shoulder and clutching tightly. “You… you knew Dougan?”

Tony stared in shock for a moment. “You knew Dougan? But- but he never mentioned you! I talked about you all the time and he never…” Tony trailed off, getting sad for a moment as he thought back. “Oh. He… he always got sad when I spoke about you. After a while I just stopped asking. Was- was he a Howling Commando?” Tony asked quietly, but Steve couldn’t miss the childish little spark of excitement in his eyes.

Steve smiled fondly, and looked down to Dum-E sat patiently, as if he were listening to the entire conversation. Steve could almost see the shared traits, now he was looking. The clumsiness. The general loudness. The mood-swings.

“Yeah,” Steve replied softly. “He was… he was one of my best friends. We pretty much all lived in each other’s pockets back then, so it was hard not to be.” 

Tony looked at him, and then placed a gentle hand over Steve’s. “Want me to tell you about him? What he was like after, I mean. With me. Because he was great, honestly, I adored him-”

“Yeah,” Steve answered, smiling weakly. “That’d be… nice.”

And so they just talk. For hours. And it’s the first time Steve ever sees Tony’s face light up when he talks about his childhood. 

He leaves, six hours later, with a feeling that isn’t pain from talking about the people from his past. Just happiness.

Dum-Dum had looked out for Tony. He’d been doing Steve’s job before Steve had even known about Tony Stark.

And not that Steve likes picking favourites, but… it’s Dum-E

anonymous asked:

Disclaimer first - I'm not negative or angry + very pleased will all the lovely TFW we are getting and one thing I'm disappointed in - Is it just me or is Dean/Cas independent! relationship kinda gone-ish, 80% of all the emotional talks are always on TFW as a whole, never just Dean/Cas, even if Sam isnt there. Dean isn't ever refering to Cas in any emotional way singularly anymore (your OUR best, best friend WE've ever had, glad he cares about US, WE dont leave family behind etcetc) and cas too

Yeah, the big declarations have been all like that but having seen the whole “I love all of you” thing, I feel like they’ve been building up to actually have a family first, which is something I guess is way more important as a long term investment.

Something I’m always coming back to is that horrible isolation of Carver era. Well, I’m currently watching season 7 and at that part where they’ve now finally lost everything and it’s just Sam and Dean and not even the car. Like, Hallucifer and hunting and the Leviathan problem are literally the only constants they have from their old lives. Wow. :P

Carver era sort of puts a bit more of a fragile shell around them by giving Cas back, making Crowley a frenemy, and at least has some outside people like Charlie and Kevin even if they get killed off, but then also the wayward daughters characters who survive it, so there are at least some people to hold them accountable… During that time Cas is their only main constant family and even then terrible stuff is always happening to him and he’s always leaving, so he’s not really around except for little hints of what might be, and Cas picks up so much trauma from that too… 

I don’t know, looking at it from as outside a perspective as I can manage, I think with Mary back, and Cas MEANT to be a member of the family but needing serious integration into the family unit (12x03 with that little conversation showing Mary and Cas are struggling with the exact same thing) the show has to actually believably glue these people back together, and even Sam and Dean have huge splits that have barely been addressed (like Dean apologised for the ridiculous “sam hit a dog” grudge they started Carver era with in like, 11x11, I think? Which means they’d been actually on good terms for like maybe 12 episodes when Mary comes back :P) never mind Cas’s ocean of trauma and Mary being dropped among them out of the blue.

There’s been a real theme of teamwork this season in the big confrontation fights - 12x06, 12x07, 12x10 and 12x12 definitely all had teamwork fights taking down one big enemy together, and I may be forgetting some stuff but it’s more than enough for a pattern that they want to show the characters working together as a large and well-functioning unit - and within that, good dynamics, which they’re still working on especially for Mary, who (as we suspected she would) has only really SOLIDLY bonded with Cas because they’re both outsiders - Dean and Sam fight okay with her by their side but they need to work on interpersonal stuff (and I LOVED the shot this episode of Mary and Dean back to back with a wall between them).

To my eyes the TFW (and Mary) dynamic is clearly top priority and really important for the story they want to tell, and I’m loving the fragile way this family is being built and the exploration of the dynamics (now we’re getting later in the season I’ve seen people comment that Mary and Sam got a bad deal, but honestly for the first like 6 episodes of the season I was contemplating devoting my blog entirely to their drama and just forgetting Dean and Cas completely because I was so into what was going on there, and find it really weird people weren’t picking up on that because I thought all the subtext about Azazel coming between them was brilliant use of the characters and it just all suddenly paid off and I probably yelled louder about a Yellow Eyed demon showing up than I did about the whole “I love you” nonsense. :P There’s a part of my soul which is always going to be seasons 1-2 of Supernatural all on their own >.>)

But I think there’s still a ton of DeanCas this season, just underneath the main message they’re pushing, all the stuff like Dean and Cas just being prioritised when it comes to stuff like of course when the season starts Cas urgently gets back to Dean immediately and the story starts with them together. Of course Sam waits with Lily Sunder while Dean rushes off to help Cas. Of course Dean gets all weird and pissy about Cas working with Crowley and Sam like has nothing to do with this, at all. Of course when they get out of prison Dean is phoning Cas urgently to come get them, and sits in the back of the car with him. Of course he’s the one having the angry feud about caring too much vs being reckless after Cas invites his cosmic consequences. Of course when Cas is dying Dean is the one who rushes over to check on him and subtly all through that sequence is the one with the most focus on ALL the reaction shots, and the centre of the drama. 

And the little things like of course Dean phones Cas here, asks him to stay for breakfast there, is the one to hand him a beer and pat his shoulder, holds on just that much longer when he and Sam haul Cas to his feet (which I think is the perfect 1 tiny moment to demonstrate the whole thing of Dean just caring that little bit more even though Sam and Cas easily and happily could consider each other family at this point)

It’s like… Even when they’re not strictly telling us a story ABOUT Dean and Cas alone there’s just a little bit extra something going on between them, constantly, like, they just drift next to each other, or end up paying way more attention to each other? Like Dean at the diner in 12x12, Cas’s presence and the Mandy thing ends up this itch he has to scratch, he can’t stop bringing it up - weirdness between Dean and Cas derails the conversation repeatedly, and from both Cas and Mary’s POV we see Dean almost, like, fixated on Cas’s presence, while he’s all brotherly and annoying to Sam vying for attention complaining about the wifi, Dean just snores at him and goes back to I think just trying to get a rise out of Cas. 

I wouldn’t say any of this is really doing anything with them because the emotional arc right now is Family and creating a plausible version of Supernatural where it’s not two lonely angry brothers and sometimes people who help them and peripheral people they love but don’t, like… function in this way. Not in this whole promised dynamic of how that group exorcism went down in 12x06, or how Sam and Mary and Dean took on a Prince of Hell to save Cas (and even Crowley proved he has his own strange seat at this table there)… But they’re certainly keeping a sort of ongoing feeling there, that there’s just something extra about how Dean feels about Cas, and as usual, with 12x10 especially, the story about angels and romantic love is repeated and used between Dean and Cas, like, that’s all still there… I don’t know, every time something ridiculously small happens like Cas shows up and Dean rotates his entire body to face him on instinct, I’m like, yeah, we’re still existing in a story where Destiel is a presence

stellagibsonisalifeforce  asked:

MSR Prompt: "With how long we've known each other, I just don't understand why you'd think I would say yes to that." "Well, hope springs eternal. Isn't that what they say?"

Oh god, I’ve had this prompt in my inbox forever, I’m so sorry for the delay!

Hope Springs Eternal

“Where are you going?”

Scully paused in the midst of buttoning up her shirt, turning to look across the bedroom at her partner in the bed. She was hoping to be up and out before he woke, but it wasn’t meant to be. “Out.”


“Just to the mall. I won’t be long.”

“The mall?” Yawning, Mulder sat up in the bed, the comforter pooling at his bare waist. “What’s the occasion? Your mom’s birthday?”

“Not for another six months.”

“My birthday?” Scully gave him her best “I am not amused” look. “Well it’s not your birthday, is it?”

“It’s nobody’s birthday today Mulder, at least that I know of. I just need to pop to the mall for something.”


She sighed. “A dress.”

“A dress? So it is my birthday after all.”

“Go back to sleep Mulder. Those lines only work in your dreams.”

“What do you need a new dress for?”

Shaking her head, Scully quickly finished dressing before she replied, clearly not in the mood for questions. “For a work function on Friday.”

“A work function?”

“Yes, for the hospital.”

“And you’re going?”

“Of course I am Mulder. I want to be there to support my team; it’s recognition for their hard work. And my hard work too,” she added. “It’s nice to be appreciated.”

He ignored the jibe. “Of course,” he replied, not wanting to annoy her further. “It’s just you haven’t mentioned it before, and I’m sure you didn’t get the invitation this morning.”

“I wasn’t entirely sure I was going to go at first.”

“So you’re leaving me all on my own?” he asked, his lips forming a mock pout.

Seeing right through his act, Scully laughed. “It won’t be the first time. Besides, I’m sure you’ll find something to do to pass the time while I’m away.” She stared at her partner, as though sizing him up. “You could come with me.”


“The invite says plus one. You don’t have any plans for Friday. You could be my plus one.”

“Scully.” Mulder shook his head. “With how long we’ve known each other, I just don’t understand why you’d think I would say yes to that.”

His words came as no surprise to her, and she gave him a sad smile. “Well, hope springs eternal, isn’t that what they say?”

“You know I don’t play nice with other people.”

“Oh I’m well aware of that. Just remember we had this conversation on Friday when you’re complaining that I’m going without you.” Grabbing her jacket, Scully then scanned the room for her purse.

Mulder frowned. “You’re going now?”

She nodded.

“It’s early.”

“I want to beat the crowds.”

“Come back to bed.”


“Come back to bed and we can go to the mall later.”

“Uh uh, I’m not falling for that again. You hate driving around that car park. The last time you almost got into a fist fight when that other guy beat you to a parking space.”

“He stole my parking space Scully, he deserved what was coming to him.”

“And that attitude is the reason why you’re not going to drive me to the mall today.” Locating her purse, Scully then approached the bed. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back soon and then we can go to lunch.”

“Or you could join me in bed.”

“A late morning nap?”

“I wasn’t thinking of napping.”

“Go back to sleep,” repeated Scully with a smirk, then headed towards the door. “I’ll be back soon.”


Scully descended the stairs, fixing her earring as she went. As she entered the living room her eyes caught sight of the television clock and she sighed. “Mulder!” she called out, addressing her partner who was shut up in his study. He’d been in there for most of the afternoon, save for a brief moment when he popped upstairs to take a shower. Scully had no idea what he was up to, but by now she knew that sometimes it was best not to ask. “I’m heading off now.”

Grabbing her keys and purse from the table, Scully smoothed down her new dress, a sleeveless navy number, which offered just a glimpse of flesh but was conservative enough to wear or a work function. She edged closer to the door of her partner’s study. “Did you hear me? I’m going now. I shouldn’t be too late, but don’t wait up…” She trailed off as the door suddenly opened. “Mulder?”

Her mouth dropped open as she took in his appearance. Mulder stood before her, looking decidedly uncomfortable in his new black morning suit, pulling awkwardly at his tie. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him looking this spruced up. “What are you doing?”

“I’m ready.”

“You’re ready? For what?”

“To be your plus one.”


“You did say I could be your plus one, didn’t you?”

“Well yes but…I didn’t think you wanted to go?”

“I changed my mind.”


Mulder’s smile faltered ever so slightly. “Because I want to spend some time with you. I want to meet your colleagues and find out more about your work. I know tonight is important for you, which means it’s important to me too.” He smirked. “And I want to tell anyone who’s making eyes at you tonight, which they will do with you wearing that dress, that you’re taken, and that they can back off.”

Scully smiled, relaxing as she stepped in closer towards him, reaching up to straighten his tie “Thank you,” she whispered, her smile alone telling Mulder that he’d made the right decision. She kissed him chastely.

“Besides, I figured if I do this for you, you can do something for me later.”

“Keep dreaming Mulder.”

“Well,” he replied, as Scully quickly wiped away remnants of her lipstick from his mouth. “Hope springs eternal, isn’t that what they say?”

mychakk  asked:

For the celebration of your 600 followers prompt (congrats BTW!): Victorian!lolly, we've married for convenience but dear Lord I'm in love with you. Crap. Now what? XD

hello! thank you! sorry it took so long to respond! I love this prompt so much, I’ve decided to go multi-chapter with it! Here is Chapter 1, so I hope you love where I’m taking this! It starts out a bit angsty but it will get better in the next chapter, I promise!

Saturday, September 14th 1895

               I’ve no idea what I was thinking. To have hope can be such a cruel thing. A fortnight ago, I was married to Sherlock Holmes. I have loved him for such a long time but I do know he does not feel the same. To him, it is a marriage of convenience; I am able to keep my position as pathologist and he can avoid the likes of Irene Adler as well as cease his parents’ complaints of being unmarried. I hope they do not expect grandchildren, for their son does not wish to have any at all. There are times where he looks at me like he might feel the same, but I know it is only my fanciful thoughts that imagine this. I do hope he can grow to love me. There it is again; that word, hope. Until then, keep your head up, Margaret Elizabeth Hooper. Holmes. I keep forgetting that.

               Sherlock Holmes stood facing the hearth of the fireplace. He was deep in his mind palace. Molly crept quietly into the sitting room, careful not to disturb his thoughts. The case he was on was one of utmost importance. He could feel her presence in the room, though she was quiet as a mouse. Her natural scent filled the air around him; it was just so Molly. Shaking the sentiment from his mind, his eyes snapped open and found her deep brown ones. Without a word, he swept out of 221B, breezing right past her. Molly’s heart ached. She was no longer hungry, and even though Sherlock did not eat during cases, Molly made sure a warm meal was left for him before turning in.

               Upon returning home, Sherlock noticed the platter of food waiting for him. The soft sobbing coming from the bedroom did not go undetected. It was then he realized that the way he stormed out was ‘a bit not good.’ Though he was still on the case, Sherlock ate the nice dinner she had prepared. It was the least he could do.

               When Molly heard him enter the room, she stopped crying for fear of him hearing it. Her back was facing him as she pretended to be fast asleep. What surprised her was the fact that he wrapped an arm around her as if he was hugging her to him. The last thing she heard before truly falling asleep were two whispered words from his usually cruel lips.

               “Forgive me.”

Friday, September 20th 1895

               Sherlock has been very kind to me as of late. He converses with me more often and one morning, he made breakfast for me. I think he feels just awful for what happened a few nights ago. He can be very sweet when he wants to be. I think he’s grown fond of our convenient marriage, but it is not enough to completely dull the ache in my heart. It is enough to make me happy for a little while. Did you know we have never even consummated our marriage? Everyone assumes we have, but we never did. It is not something he wanted to partake in, so as his loving wife, I respected that. I would not want to unless he felt the same anyhow, so it is probably for the best. I do long for his touch though. I often wonder what it would be like; intimacy with the man I love. It is most unfortunate that it shall never happen.

“Oh I simply cannot wait to see Rosie!” Molly exclaimed. She and Sherlock were taking a carriage to the Watson residence. John was to be helping Sherlock with the case as their wives socialized with one another, unless of course, Molly was needed at the hospital.

               “I do not understand why they would name me as godfather of their child,” Sherlock complained. “It is not as if I am any kind of father figure.”

               “You are John’s best friend, Sherlock, surely you must know that is the reason,” Molly informed him.

               “Perhaps, but I suppose they could not name you as godmother without having both of us be included in such a ceremony,” he countered.

               “Do not sell yourself short, my dear husband. I am sure they see something in you that you do not see in yourself,” Molly smiled.

               “Preposterous,” Sherlock remarked.

               “Is it? I see you in ways that you do not agree with,” she told him sincerely, gingerly placing her hand atop of his. His gaze cast downward at the sudden touch and she pulled away quickly. They rode the rest of the way in silence. Sherlock had wondered what she meant by that. He pondered about how she might see him. The softness of her touch had made his heart jump and he did not understand why, nor did he want to. Romantic entanglements were nothing but a distraction from The Work. | ao3

its-a-goddamn-heartbreak  asked:

We've had a looootttt of Cain comforting Damian recently (bc obvs Cain is perfect and pure and all the good things in life) so I was wondering if we could have something where it was the other way round, and Damian has to worry about Cain... (maybe Cain gets a stomach bug and it makes him so weak and shaky he can't take care of himself but he doesn't want to go to the hospital because needles. Or you know, something along those lines 😊)

A/N: So this is Part 3 of Cain’s Trilogy! Here are Parts 1 and Parts 2 ! I’ve really, really enjoyed writing this series and I really hope you’ve enjoyed reading it! (And I’d love to know what you think!) 😊   Special thanks to @its-a-goddamn-heartbreak for all your amazing prompts and your help - you are super!  💙

“You look absolutely dead beat…” Damian commented as Cain sank heavily into one of their sofas. Damian looked across at his friend in concern as he sighed and sank his head into his hands. 

“I am,” Cain replied wearily. Cain’s recent spell of bad health had left Damian extra worried. The dark circles under Cain’s eyes were close to resembling pandas, and even though Cain was normally on the slim side, his angular features jutted out – making him look skeleton like.

“Why don’t you go and have a sleep?” He suggested, watching as Cain yawned and rubbed one hand across his face, but he shook his head.

“If I sleep now I won’t wake up again till morning,” Cain said mournfully.

“Why don’t you just do that?” Damian asked. “You look like you need it…”

“I know…” Cain sighed again. “But it’s what I’ve done every day this week, and I really need to get some work done…”

“You’ve not been well-” Damian started.

“That was over a week ago,” Cain cut in over him and Damian bit his lip. He’d been keeping a closer eye on Cain in the past week since he’d last been sick, but he could see clearly that Cain hadn’t bounced back to fighting fit. He was still tired, very lethargic, and not eating properly.

“I know, but you need to give your body the chance to recover,” Damian told him firmly, “and it isn’t instantaneous…”

“I know!” Cain sounded exasperated and emotional; Damian felt bad at how miserable Cain looked.

“You know Jesse is worried about you?” Damian changed tack; he’d said to Jesse that he wouldn’t say anything about the conversation they’d had last night, but it might just be what Cain needed to hear.

“What? Why?” It sounded like this had upset Cain more, his face had fallen slightly.

“He’s worried about you!” Damian answered. “He thinks you’re not eating enough to build you back up, and he could play the xylophone on your ribs…”

“I’m not – I just…” Cain tried to get a sentence out but his words failed him, and he felt like his insides were in knots. “I can’t help it that I’ve not been hungry…” Cain felt like he wanted to cry. Today had been long, and all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball on his bed and sleep. He knew he didn’t feel 100%, in fact, he barely felt 30%, but it wasn’t pleasant to hear that his best friend and his boyfriend had been discussing him. “What do you think?” Cain asked, staring at Damian in his most threatening manner.

“I…” Damian shrugged slightly, then seemed to take the plunge. “I think you should go and see a doctor, see if there’s anything weakening your immune system which is making you more susceptible to these viruses.” Cain went cold at the thought – he knew if he saw a doctor right now, the first thing they would do, would be a blood test. That was totally out of the question.

“No,” Cain said firmly, and Damian sighed. “You’re a doctor…”

“No, I’m not,” Damian corrected, “not yet anyway.”

“I’m not going to see a doctor,” Cain crossed his arms over his chest and scowled.

“I didn’t think you would,” Damian stood up from his chair. “How about this – I’m going to be making dinner, why don’t you have a nap through here, and I’ll wake you up and we can have dinner together?” He suggested, looking across at Cain, who unfolded his arms.

“Well…” Truth be told Cain really didn’t feel much like eating; his stomach had felt so tight and small the past few days that anything over the size of three tablespoons was too much… but he could see the defiance in Damian’s face and knew this wasn’t an argument he was going to win. “You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

“No,” Damian said firmly, “I’m making dinner and you’re going to have some, so what you do until it’s ready is totally up to you…” Damian left Cain on the sofa, feeling conflicted and confused.

He picked at a thread on the sleeve of his t-shirt absent mindedly. He hated the thought that Damian and Jesse were worried – but he knew if it was one of them, he’d feel the same. He didn’t like the way Damian was forcing him into this – he didn’t feel ready… Even today at lunch time his stomach had felt unsettled, and he hadn’t been able to tell whether he was actually nauseous or just hungry… And after two bites of his sandwich, his mouth had been so dry he’d abandoned it for a bottle of water instead. The thread had pulled out of his shirt, and he ran it through his fingers. He closed his eyes, he was so tired…
“Cain?” Cain was partially conscious when he heard Damian’s voice, but he didn’t open his eyes. He could smell the tang of cooked tomatoes, and his mouth watered but still his stomach swilled inside him. “I know you’re not asleep Cain, your breathing changed.”

Slowly Cain opened his eyes and saw Damian holding a plate for him; he sat up from where he’d slumped against the arm of the sofa and reluctantly accepted the plate.

“It’s spaghetti Bolognese,” Damian told him, sitting in the armchair and retrieving his own plate. “It’s gluten free, obviously, but that should make it easier to digest…”

“Thanks,” Cain murmured, but he was staring down at the plate and trying to tell himself that it was very appetising.

“Come on,” Damian encouraged, his mouth already half full, “eat…” He pointed his fork at Cain, who picked up his own.

The strength of the taste was almost overpowering, but he forced himself to chew and swallow. He could feel the mouthful travel all the way down his throat and ending in his stomach. Knowing Damian was watching him, Cain took another few forkfuls, but on the fourth mouthful he felt the food stick like a lump in the back of his throat, nearly causing him to gag and he drank a large gulp of water to make it go down. He’d put his fork down onto his plate, thinking he’d probably had enough for it to be deemed acceptable, but Damian spotted it instantly.

“No,” he said, pointing over at his plate. “That’s not enough.”

“But-” Cain began to protest, but Damian was having none of it.

“I guarantee you will feel better when you’ve got a full belly,” Damian insisted.

 “My stomach’s hurting though,” Cain replied, rubbing his hand across his abdomen. “I don’t think I can fit any more in.”

“Your stomach will have shrunk with how little you’ve been eating recently,” Damian told him, loading another amount of spaghetti onto his own fork. “You need to push it a little bit until you get back to normal.”

Reluctantly Cain picked up his fork and took a minuscule amount; this was going to be a challenge…

“Well done,” Damian picked up the empty plate from Cain’s knee, “I’m really proud of you.”

Cain laid his head back against the sofa, closing his eyes as he chose not to reply. Contrary to Damian’s guarantee, he did not feel better with a full belly. In fact he felt distinctly worse, and the uncomfortable unsettled sensation had frown into full on nausea – the sort that made him fear opening his mouth in case everything in his stomach rushed up and out of it. So he sat very still, trying to find a way of breathing that would some how circumvent his overfull stomach being jostled or squished. But even as he sat there, his head seemed to be swirling like he was on a waltzer at the funfair, making Cain giddy and light-headed. He wanted it to stop. He was so drained that he could barely move, and so he stayed – one hand gripping tight on the arm of the sofa, and the other resting gently on top of his stomach.

“Cain,” Damian came back into the room and tapped him on the shoulder. “Cain, you should go to bed if you’re going to fall asleep…”

Cain felt beleaguered. He’d already been convinced into eating when his stomach had felt funny beforehand, and now he was being encouraged to go to bed when right now he barely had the energy to open his eyes. He was really beginning to feel unwell, his stomach churning round and round inside him as he sat very still in the hope that it would pass; he was sure he was sweating and the hand resting on his stomach felt wobbly.

“Cain?” Damian repeated, sounding a little exasperated. “Come on Cain…” Cain slowly opened his eyes, and felt like the giddiness he’d been feeling tripled; Damian was standing right in front of him and he jerked his head to the side. “Bed.”

Bllluuuuuuuuurrrrrgggh!” Cain didn’t even know what had happened until suddenly there was sick dripping down his front, pooling warm and wet in his lap. It took another few seconds for him to clock the sour taste in his mouth, and his chest to heave again before he fully comprehended that he’d been sick. “Hhllllrrr!!” Another heave burst out of him and more puke fell into his lap.

“Cain!” Damian was taken aback, and clearly alarmed by this sudden, unannounced bout of vomiting.

“Don’t – don’t feel well…” Cain slurred, his mouth feeling overly liquidy as he tried to refrain from gagging again.

“Oh no,” Damian sounded horrified, then he moved to Cain’s side and tried to help him off the sofa. “Come on, I’ll help you to the bathroom.”

“No – ulp,” Cain struggled, he couldn’t move at all without feeling worse. “Get bin…”

“Okay,” Damian didn’t seem to want to argue with Cain, springing off the sofa he emptied the rubbish bin on the floor and brought it to Cain, who’s hands were shaking so badly he could hardly grip it. He hugged it close to his chest, hanging his head over the rim weakly.

Hhhhrrrruuuuuuuuuuulllk!” Cain brought up another round of puke splattered into the bin, then continued retching harshly. His stomach was being compressed, forcing everything up.

“Oh shit Cain,” Damian put his hand up to Cain’s back, rubbing it in gentle circles at the base of his neck. His fingers brushed the skin of Cain’s neck and he was instantly alerted to the head. “Cain!”

“What?” Cain slurred, not raising his head from the bucket; Damian placed his palm onto Cain’s cheek and felt the sticky warmth of fever.

“You’ve got a temperature!” He said, and his heart sank as he realised that this wasn’t just the result of packing too much food into Cain’s shrunken stomach. “Oh, you’re roasting!”

“ ‘m dizzy…” Cain muttered slowly, his eyes were closed. “Buuuuurrllllf!”

“You’re dizzy?” Damian asked, putting his hand firm on Cain’s shoulder to keep him steady. “For how long?”

“Before I – urp – puked…” Cain gagged wetly, he felt pitiful.

The sick that had gushed down his front was seeping into his jeans and t-shirt and was growing cold, making him feel sticky and dirty. His eyes burned, a tight knot seemed to grow in his chest and, just as unexpectedly as the first wave of sickness, a sob burst from him.

“Hey, hey – Cain?” Damian’s voice was gentle, and his fingers lightly touched the side of Cain’s face. Cain forced his eyes open, and as he did so tears spilled over onto his cheeks and dribbled down his face. “Oh no, don’t cry! It’s okay! You’re going to be alright!”

“I just…” Cain sniffed, unable to stop the tears from leaking out. “I really don’t feel well Damian…”

Damian looked at his best friend, covered in sick and tears, clutching the bin as close to his chest as was possible, and then bit his lip. He knew what he should do, but he also knew Cain would not like it.

“I think I should call a doctor…” Damian told him slowly, but Cain’s eyes went wider still and he howled harder.

Please – don’t make – me!” He cried, his chest hitching with sobs that turned into a dry heave. “Hrrrk!! Urgh… Hbbbrr!!!

“Alright, alright, I won’t…” Damian reassured, but the worry in his chest increased as Cain managed to bring up a small mouthful of bile. Cain was horrifically white, sweat and tears stained his cheeks, and his chin was coated with sick; but he looked so miserable and scared that Damian couldn’t help take pity. “Come here,” Damian wrapped his arm around Cain’s shoulder and pulled him in towards him; ignoring that he was covered in a plethora of bodily fluids, he held him tightly. “I won’t make you, I promise…”

“I’m – sorry…” Cain burbled, and Damian could feel him shaking in his grip.

“I want you to promise me something though?” Damian said slowly, holding onto Cain as though he was an anchor in a storm.

Mmhmm?” Cain gulped, his sobs dying down as he was held secure.

“When you’re done being sick, and you’ve cleaned up, and had a rest, I want you to call your mum…” Damian replied gently. “You need to tell her how ill you’ve been, and ask her to come and get you.”

“But-” Cain objected, but Damian talked over him.

“You need to go home – self certify for a week, go home and be looked after and rest…” Damian told him. “We’re worried about you Cain…”

Brrruuulllp!” Cain had pulled away to belch emptily over the bucket.

“Please?” Damian asked, still holding onto Cain as he trembled.

“Okay…” Cain nodded eventually, panting weakly.

“Thank you,” Damian breathed a sigh of relief. “Until then, I’ll make sure you’re okay… I’ve got you.”

A meeting of the Sans
  • sans1 has just created the room
  • sans2 has joined the room
  • sans1: hey sans.
  • sans2: hi sans.
  • sans1: any change over in your timeline?
  • sans2: eh. not really. the kid keeps botching his genocide run.
  • sans1: they still haven't given up on that, have they?
  • sans2: in a way. they always stop at my bro, thank god. speaking of, how is he on your end? you got a pacifist run, right?
  • sans1: yeah. he's studying for his permit. undyne is teaching him the ropes.
  • sans2: niiiiiice. what caught on fire this time?
  • sans3 has joined the room
  • sans1: nothing, but they did manage to destroy an old warehouse the other day. we've been told we're saving the city millions by letting them practice in destruction zones.
  • sans3: hey sans and sans. talking about papyrus?
  • sans1: hey, sans. yeah, post-pacifist and learning to drive from undyne.
  • sans3: nice. what caught on fire this time?
  • sans1: nothing.
  • sans3: really?
  • sans2: i know, i'm so proud of him.
  • sans3: hey sans. still on botched genocide?
  • sans2: yeah. hope the kid gives up soon, it's giving me a heart attack every time they approach papyrus.
  • sans3: yeah... god i miss him.
  • sans1: don't tell me. genocide?
  • sans3: the kid's taking a break from being dunked on.
  • sans2: how many times have you won?
  • sans3: 107. i know it's only a matter of time, but isn't that approaching the record?
  • sans1: dude, i think the record was 618.
  • sans4 has joined the room
  • sans3: oh man, really? so much for my record.
  • sans4: hey guys. dunking record?
  • sans3: yup. 107.
  • sans4: dude, nice.
  • sans3: oh, actually make that 108. brb
  • sans3 has left the room
  • sans2: christ how does he keep that up?
  • sans1: i hear the sanses in the genocide runs get numb a lot faster.
  • sans2: that's hard to believe for me. i still break into a cold sweat when my papyrus is facing the kid, and he always backs down in my timeline.
  • sans4: they're still at that?
  • sans2: yeah. can we move on to a lighter topic of conversation?
  • sans4: ah man sans, i didn't mean to rattle your bones or anything.
  • sans1: tibia honest, i didn't wanna make light of your situation.
  • sans2: heh. want me to pull papyrus in here? he'd hate this.
  • sans5 has joined the room
  • sans4: nah. he deserves a break every once in awhile.
  • sans5: hey guys. can't stay for long, about to head out. just wanted to check in.
  • sans1: hey sans. what's the rush?
  • sans5: date.
  • sans2: oooooooooh
  • sans1: oh oh oh oh
  • sans4: c'mon spill the beans man
  • sans5: heh, alright. post pacifist, toriel.
  • sans4: i can relate. i'm with toriel in my timeline, too.
  • sans5: how long?
  • sans4: about two years, now. first date on your end?
  • sans5: that obvious?
  • sans4: i can't even see you and i can tell you're rattling your bones.
  • sans2: wait, who's toriel?
  • sans1: the lady behind the door.
  • sans1: let's focus on what's important right now. namely, embarrassing sans before he goes on his first date.
  • sans5: wait. what.
  • sans4: i agree totally. hey sans, toriel really likes touching the rib cage. just saying.
  • sans5: oh
  • sans4: and watch it, she's a cuddler. like, you've seen how she hugs frisk? just wait until she gets her paws on you. like being wrapped in a thick, furry blanket.
  • sans5: oooooooooh
  • sans4: and if it goes well, she has this really cute dress that
  • sans5: i came here to have a good time and i'm honestly feeling so attacked right now
  • sans2: guys if i laugh any harder i'll wake papyrus up
  • sans4: alright alright. seriously though, she prefers white wine, she'll expect a kiss at the end but she'll be fine if you're too flustered, and avoid talking about asgore, unless you immediately turn it into a pun. her favorite is the "my aim is getting better" one. if she's comfortable enough to initiate that herself, you're golden. that help?
  • sans5: yeah. thanks.
  • sans4: also, she has this sweet spot right at her thigh. she'll make this adorable bleating/giggle and you know you've got the right spot.
  • sans5: okay wow it looks like time i should go
  • sans5 has left the room
  • sans4: he'll be fine.
  • sans1: so toriel, huh? weird.
  • sans4: why's that?
  • sans1: honestly, i can't see myself with anyone but mettaton.
  • sans4: oh my god, mettaton?
  • sans2: dude. dude. whoa.
  • sans1: what? what's wrong with that?
  • sans4: my papyrus is dating mettaton in my timeline.
  • sans1: your papyrus is in a relationship? mine's aro.
  • sans2: and meanwhile i'm sitting in a timeline where papyrus just has a huge crush on the rectangle.
  • sans6 has joined the room
  • sans1: that's just... bizarre.
  • sans2: and chatting with parallel timeline versions of yourself isn't?
  • sans1: point taken.
  • sans6: hey guys. what's up?
  • sans4: quick, who are you in a relationship with?
  • sans6: uh... gaster?
  • sans2: ...
  • sans4: uh, ew.
  • sans1: whoa.
  • sans6: hey man, don't kinkshame me bro.
  • sans4: dude, he's my dad in my timeline?
  • sans6: your dad? freaky.
  • sans2: oh you poor soul. he was just my lab partner in my timeline.
  • sans1: it's... weird for me.
  • sans4: okay, i'm really curious. how weird?
  • sans1: well, "gaster" is actually the name me and pap used to call ourselves before he split into us two.
  • sans6: oh yeah, i've met a sans like that.
  • sans2: i sure haven't. when does he get on?
  • sans6: time is relative, but i think early morning?
  • sans2: ah. that explains it.
  • sans4: yeah, the only reason i get out of bed in the mornings is because toriel practically drags me out on my feet.
  • sans2: papyrus does the same for me.
  • sans6: so... wait. does this mean, from a multiversal sense, i'm engaging in both incest and selfcest?
  • sans1: hey, this is a judgement free zone dude.
  • sans3 has joined the room
  • sans4: you're the one who said not to kinkshame you.
  • sans3: back. 108 now. man i walked into a weird conversation.
  • sans2: c'mon sans, we've had weirder.
  • sans6: wait, 108 what?
  • sans4: speak for yourself. i'm getting weird mental images with me and gaster, now.
  • sans3: dunks. end of genocide route.
  • sans2: hey, remember when amalgamate sans entered the chat?
  • sans4: okay, i'll admit that was weirder.
  • sans6: and really sad. i think that was the only time alphys ever joined the chat.
  • sans1: yeah. i wonder how they're doing?
  • sans6: amalgamate sans or alphys?
  • sans1: both.
  • Core Frisk has joined the room
  • sans6: well hopefully
  • sans2: wait who's this?
  • sans1: frisk? wait, what?
  • sans4: oh, hey frisk.
  • Core Frisk: Hello Sanses. Sorry, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
  • sans6: uh. hey kid. this is a little hard to explain, but
  • Core Frisk: Don't bother. I'm not your Frisk, anyway.
  • sans4: yeah, he's a frisk that fell into the core and now he's kinda omniscient.
  • sans1: wait, what?
  • sans3: whoa.
  • sans6: and gaster was worried about nearly falling into the core.
  • sans1: he had every right to be.
  • Core Frisk: I just wanted to pop in and saying the particular sans amalgamate you were talking about a moment ago is doing fine, in a manner of speaking. He insists that he's happy so long as Papyrus is with him.
  • sans1: that's a relief, i guess.
  • Core Frisk: Oh, and Sans? The one who's been married to Toriel for two years?
  • sans4: yeah?
  • Core Frisk: Just a heads up, sans' first date went fine, but he's plotting a revenge prank on you.
  • sans4: wow kid, that's real cool of you to let me know.
  • Core Frisk: Don't thank me. He asked me to pull the prank myself. Undyne is going to be hunting for you to get her eyepatches back.
  • sans4: what.
  • Core Frisk: if you start running now, you may just get a head-start! :-)
  • sans4: ...
  • sans4 has left the room
  • sans3: that was ice cold, kid.
  • sans6: and amazing. teach me your ways, o master of pranks.
  • Core Frisk: Aw, well I did learn from the best. Namely, you. You're gonna teach me that one in a few months when I visit you.
  • sans6: niiiiiice.
  • sans2: hey, kid? you know all possibilities across all the timelines, right?
  • Core Frisk: Yes. Your Frisk will finally quit at the King Papyrus ending. It'll be lonely for him, but so long as you're with him, he'll be fine. You're a great second-hand man and an even better brother.
  • sans2: ...i gotta run, guys. i, uh... i gotta tell my bro i love him.
  • sans2 has left the room
  • sans3: oh, same here. kid's back for more. don't tell me if i end up beating the record, i wanna find out for myself.
  • sans3 has left the room
  • sans1:, does he?
  • Core Frisk: Where would the fun be if I told you that?
  • sans1: fair enough. alright, i'd better head out. i need to go read papyrus his bedtime story.
  • sans6: and then have fun times with mettaton?
  • sans1: i'm ace.
  • sans6: oh.
  • sans1: ...i don't want to know what you do with gaster, do I?
  • Core Frisk: No, you really don't.
  • sans1: heh. alright, goodnight frisk. goodnight sans.
  • Core Frisk: Night, Sans!
  • sans6: night sans
  • sans1 has left the room
  • sans6 has left the room
  • sans7 has joined the room
  • sans7: i missed the chat again, didn't i?
  • Core Frisk: Yeah. Outertale, right?
  • sans7: ?
  • Core Frisk: Space?
  • sans7: oh. yeah. why?
  • Core Frisk: Well... I've always wanted to try out a jetpack.
  • sans7: you can jump across timelines, right?
  • Core Frisk: You HAVE met me, haven't you?
  • Core Frisk: That was a rhetorical question. I know that you've met me. Omniscient and all.
  • sans7: heh. get over here, i'll grab a pack for you.
  • Core Frisk: =D
  • Core Frisk has left the room
  • sans7 has left the room
Personal Concerns (2/3)

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Satoru wears a hoodie under his uniform jacket. The weather’s cold enough lately that it won’t seem weird. The sleeves fall farther than his jacket sleeves do, covering his wrists neatly and with inches to spare.

Kiyoshi gives him an odd look as Satoru leaves in the morning, but it’s not really so different, is it?

“A hoodie?” Kitamoto says the second he sees him. “Are you getting sick or something?”

“I’m allowed to get cold,” Satoru replies defensively. “The leaves are so cold they're dying. You want me to die, Acchan?”

The childhood nickname garners a few giggles from a few girls passing them by. Kitamoto’s face gets a little pink and he scowls, grabbing for him. Satoru ducks his reach nimbly and rushes up the last few steps, waving a cheerful goodbye at the spot in the hall where they part every morning to go to their respective classes.

He makes it about four more steps before he runs straight into Tanuma. Runs straight into him, and staggers back like he just tried his luck bouncing off a brick wall.

“Jeez, what do you eat?” Satoru mutters, rubbing his face.

“Why are you wearing a hoodie?” Tanuma returns. At the look on Satoru’s face—and he probably looks as gobsmacked as he feels—Tanuma adds, “You’ve complained about being hot in your uniform every day this week, multiple times. Did something happen?”

“No,” Satoru says quickly, wondering what the heck he did to get saddled with the most perceptive friends in the world. “I’m just cold today. Ask Acchan.”

After a moment, Tanuma’s hard expression cracks and reluctant amusement shines through. “'Acchan’?”

Please call him that when you ask, and please tell me what he looked like the second you did.”

Tanuma chuckles as Satoru steps around him, with barely two minutes to get to class on time at this point. He actually literally looks over his shoulder a few times, feeling somewhat hunted, and he’s relieved when Taki doesn’t pop up from around a corner somewhere and he makes it safely into his classroom.

“Good morning,” Natsume greets him, with that crooked smile that only a handful of people ever get to see, that Satoru earned fair and squareA second later, those soft amber eyes sharpen. “Why are you wearing a hoodie?”

“Oh, come on.”

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blackdionysus  asked:

(1/3 because I'm always finding fics where they like confess to each other and then like the next day someones gettin penetrated and THEN they decide to date and its like jc slow down guys. i mean its fine i guess it just bothers me that they hardly ever get to talk about their relationship in fics like this besides harry saying "the wars over" or "we were kids we've grown since then things are different" in post howarts fics and no one saying anything else about it ever again.

2/3  and im like hey i see that you wanna ship stress free but theres more to it than that like with their history i can’t imagine them hooking up without a whole lotta apologized and schooling on what they did wrong and why. i mean it could just be me but if i were harry, draco sparing my life and liking me wouldnt make me suddenly absolve him of how he treated me and my friends before + the general rottenness. and bc of how they treat each other i have a hard time imagining them suddenly being

3/3 comfortable with or getting too close to one another without giving each other time to adjust to the shift in their relationship and develop trust. bc you can have mixed feeling for someone and i cant see either of them wanting to fuck/feeling so sorry for one another SO badly that theyd let it override everything else (bullying/racism/guilt). i mean i really hate to complain but like 90% of dracos redemption is always chalked up to either 1)his dad raised him wrong or 2)the war is over

Hey @arima-fucker​! I have some thoughts! (lolol #themeoftheday) I’m hanging on to the first part of this, which was a rec request, because I’m not taking rec requests at the moment but would like to put out a general call for recs where Draco and Harry get into their history, and will compile whatever other people come up with (with credit ofc!!) and think on some myself.

Before I get into it, just a general “Hey, I agree!” Because hey, I agree.

I do wish there was more H/D fic that really addressed the stuff that goes down between them in canon because holy shit that is not little stuff. Draco is part of a genocidal movement that killed Harry’s parents and godfather and would like to kill him and his two best friends, too. Draco also is a pretty big bully. There’s name-calling, there’s taunting, there’s the time he led a school-wide campaign against Harry, there’s the time Draco interrupts Harry’s game by showing up dressed as his biggest fear and it messes him up so badly he’s pretty seriously hurt iirc, and Draco does that just for fun. And yes, Harry talks back, and yes Hermione punches him, and yes Harry Sectumsempras him, but imo it’s really not on the same level. And yes, Draco was a minor and under a lot of pressure, but even if you set aside the Death Eater stuff (which is a pretty tall order) how many of us would look back at our childhood bullies and go “Hey, we all had rough childhoods, let’s make up and also get in my body right now”? Not many. I’ve been out of elementary school a long time and there are still a couple of guys I might like to kick in the nads. Even if you can forgive someone, it doesn’t mean that you forget how they made you feel. Even if there’s an explanation for someone’s behavior, it doesn’t undo the harm they caused.

For a long time that put me off this ship completely. Could not, would not.

It’s since become one of the things I find most interesting about this ship. What changes in circumstance can make us empathize with our enemies? What does someone have to do to be redeemed? What is forgivable? What isn’t? How far does forgiveness extend? What role does love and/or attraction play in all of that? Does forgiveness have to come first? Or redemption? Or are interpersonal relationships what make people willing to re-examine their beliefs in the first place? When so much fic skips over the hashing out of their history, that’s a lot of fic that’s skipping over potential storytelling goldmines, and that’s a loss. How human, how deep, how interesting are those stories? I know I like to read them. They’re not the only thing I like to read, and yeah sometimes I wanna ship relatively stress-free, but I do wish there was more of this, and more of this went beyond “two sides of the same coin” “we were both young and coerced” “it’s the fault of the last generation” “the war is over and we’re older now.” And I think that can be done!

Then want to separate it out into three things. Under the cut because this is already long. 1) The Role of Fanon, 2) Having Sex vs Falling in Love, 3) Redemption Doesn’t Have to be a Bummer, 3A) Ways that Draco Malfoy Can Demonstrate Redemption Without Becoming a Defanged Fluffy Puppy and/or Miserable Penitent

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  • Hey... Didn't I see your name in the dictionary under "Shazaam!"?
  • If a thousand painters worked for a thousand years, they could not create a work of art as beautiful as you.
  • Rejection can lead to emotional stress for both parties involved and emotional stress can lead to physical complications such as headaches, ulcers, cancerous tumors, and even death! So for my health and yours, JUST SAY YES!
  • Of all the beautiful curves on your body, your smile is my favorite.
  • Did you have lucky charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious!
  • No wonder the sky is grey today, all the blue is in your eyes.
  • Can I borrow your cell phone? I need to call animal control, because I just saw a fox!
  • I'm no organ donor but I'd be happy to give you my heart.
  • If I had a penny for every time I thought of you, I'd have exactly one cent, because you never leave my mind.
  • Hershey's makes millions of kisses a day.. .all I'm asking for is one from you.
  • Life without you would be like a broken pencil... pointless.
  • I may not be a genie, but I can make your dreams come true.
  • Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?
  • If I received a nickel for everytime I saw someone as beautiful as you, I'd have five cents.
  • If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?
  • Hello are you married? [Yes] Well I didn't hear you say "happily".
  • You are like a candy bar: half sweet and half nuts.
  • Excuse me, but does this smell like chloroform to you?
  • Hello how are you? [Fine] Hey, I didn't ask you how you looked!
  • Did you clean your pants with Windex? I can practically see myself in them.
  • How was heaven when you left it?
  • Did you fart, cause you blew me away.
  • You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
  • Hey... somebody farted. Let's get out of here.
  • I didn't know that angels could fly so low!
  • There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can't take them off you.
  • You are so fine, I wish I could plant you and grow a whole field of you!
  • Is your last name Gillette? Because you are the best a man can get.
  • Is your name "swiffer"? 'Cause you just swept me off my feet.
  • Excuse me, but you dropped something back there" (What?) "This conversation, lets pick it up later tonight.
  • Are you going to kiss me or do I have to lie to my diary?
  • Are you cold? You look like you could use some hot chocolate... Well, here I am!
  • If stars would fall everytime I would think of you, the sky would soon be empty.
  • You know, Dr. Phil says I'm afraid of commitment...Want to help prove him wrong?
  • Your lips look so lonely.... Would they like to meet mine?
  • Baby, you're so sweet, you put Hershey's outta business.
  • Can I buy you a drink or do you just want the money?
  • Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?
  • So there you are! I've been looking all over for YOU, the woman of my dreams!
  • Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?
  • Inheriting eighty million bucks doesn't mean much when you have a weak heart.
  • You see my friend over there? [Point to friend] He wants to know if YOU think I'M cute.
  • The only thing your eyes haven't told me is your name.
  • Excuse me, I just noticed you noticing me and I just wanted to give you notice that I noticed you too.
  • (As she is leaving) Hey aren't you forgetting something? (What?) Me!
  • Somebody better call God, cuz heaven's missing an angel!
  • Can I borrow a quarter? ["What for?"] I want to call my mom and tell her I just met the man/woman of my dreams.
  • I'm Mr. Right, someone said you were looking for me?
  • Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back.
  • If I were a transplant surgeon, I'd give you my heart.
  • Are you Willy Wonka's daughter, 'cuz you look sweet and delicious.
  • If you were a transformer, you'd be a HOT-obot, and your name would be Optimus Fine.
  • Do you remember me? [No.] Oh that's right, we've only met in my dreams.
  • Did it hurt? (Did what hurt?) When you fell out of heaven?
  • I'm sorry, were you talking to me? [No] Well then, please start.
  • I know milk does a body good, but baby, how much have you been drinking?
  • I play the field, and it looks like I just hit a home run with you.
  • I'm new in town. Could you give me directions to your apartment?
  • If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put 'U' and 'I' together.
  • If you were a tear in my eye I would not cry for fear of losing you.
  • If your heart was a prison, I would like to be sentenced for life.
  • My lenses turn dark in the sunshine of your love.
  • Was you father an alien? Because there's nothing else like you on Earth!
  • What time do you have to be back in heaven?
  • Baby, I'm no Fred Flintstone, but I can make your Bedrock!
  • Wouldn't we look cute on a wedding cake together?
  • You'd better direct that beauty somewhere else, you'll set the carpet on fire.
  • Your legs must be tired because you've been running through my mind all night.
  • [Point at her butt] Pardon me, is this seat taken?
  • Was your father a thief? 'Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes.
  • Do you have a pencil? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future.
  • I love you like a pig loves not being bacon.
  • Are your parents bakers? Cause they sure made you a cutie pie!
  • Did you go to bed early last night? From the looks of it, you got your beauty sleep.
  • What's on the menu? Me-n-U
  • You're like pizza. Even when you are bad, you're good
  • I'd say God Bless you, but it looks like he already did.
  • I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art.
  • My friend thinks you're kinda cute, but I don't... I think you're absolutely gorgeous!
  • Let's commit the perfect crime: I'll steal your heart, and you'll steal mine.
  • You spend so much time in my mind, I should charge you rent.
  • If kisses were snowflakes, I'd send you a blizzard
  • Are you a hipster, because you make my hips stir.
  • Are you a cat? Cause you are purrrfect
  • Does your father sell diamonds? Because you are FLAWLESS!
  • You must be a magician, because every time I look at you, everyone else disappears.
  • I wish I was cross eyed, so I could see you twice.
  • Are you on Nickelodeon? Cause you're a-Dora-ble!
  • I don't know if you're beautiful, I haven't gotten past your eyes yet.
  • You don't need keys to drive me crazy.
  • My name isn't Elmo, but you can tickle me any time you want to.
  • Can you take me to the doctor? Because I just broke my leg falling for you.
  • People call me John, but you can call me tonight.
  • You must be a ninja, because you snuck into my heart
  • I need a dollar, but I only have 90 cents... do you want to be my dime?
  • [Look at her shirt label.] When they say, "What are you doing?" You respond: "Yep! Made in heaven!"
  • Are you a magician??? Because Abraca-DAYUM!
  • Be unique and different, say yes.
  • Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I'm lost at sea.
  • You know how they say skin is the largest organ on the human body? Not in my case.
  • My lips are like skittles. Wanna taste the rainbow?
  • They say dating is a numbers game... so can I get your number?
  • My name isn't Elmo, but you can tickle me any time you want to.
  • You be the Dairy Queen and I'll be your Burger King: You treat me right, and I'll do it your way.
  • (Ask a person for the time) 9: 15? So today is May 1, 2008, at 9:15 PM, thanks I just wanted to be able to remember the exact moment that I met the woman of my dreams.
  • Pinch me. [Why?] You're so fine I must be dreaming.
  • if I had to choose between breathing or loving you, I would say "I love you" with my last breath!
  • Ouch! My tooth hurts! [Why?] Because you are soooo sweet!
  • I'm not trying to impress you or anything, but... I'm Batman!
  • You must be from Pearl Harbor, because baby, you're the bomb.
  • You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.
  • Do you know karate? Because your body is really kickin'.
  • When God made you, he was showing off.
  • Are you a Snickers bar? Cause you satisfy me.
  • Is your dad a terrorist? Because you are the bomb.
  • Is your last name Campbell? Cause you're "mmmm... good!"
  • You're like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life!
  • Baby, you are so fine I could put you on a plate and sop you up with a biscuit.
  • Is there a rainbow today? I just found the treasure I've been searching for!
  • You remind me of a magnet, because you sure are attracting me over here!
  • Hey, is it just me, or are we destined to be married?
  • Hello. Are you taking any applications for a boy/girlfriend?
  • I have an "owie" on my lip. Will you kiss it and make it better?
  • Let's make like a fabric softener and 'Snuggle
  • I didn't see any stars in the sky tonight, the most heavenly body was standing right next to me.
  • Hi, my name is Doug. That's "god" spelled backwards with a little bit of you wrapped up in it.
  • If I could reach out and hold a star for everytime you've made me smile, I'd hold the sky in the palm of my hand.
  • Well, here I am. What were your other two wishes?
  • (Put your fingers on the other's nipples) Hey, here's (name), comin' at you with the weather. Can I be your warm front?
  • How much does a polar bear weigh? [How much?] Enough to break the ice... Hi, I'm (insert name here).
  • Well, I AM telepathic, and I can tell that you love me. Right? [NO!] Darn, I always get "love" and "lust" mixed up.
  • Should I smile because we are friends, or cry because I know that is what we will ever be?
  • When I look into your eyes, it is like a gateway into the world of which I want to be a part.
  • Hey baby. You got a jersey? [A jersey?...Why?] Because I need your name and number.
  • Hello, I'm doing a survey of what people think are the cheesiest pickup lines. So, do you pick 'Do you come here often?', 'What's your sign?', or 'Hello, I'm doing a survey of what people think are the cheesiest pickup lines.'?
  • (hold out hand) Would you hold this for me while I go for a walk?
  • This time next year let’s be laughing together.
  • Is your last name Whitman, because I want to sample you.
  • Let me tie your shoes, cause I dont want you falling for anyone else.
  • On a scale of 1 to 10, you're a 9. I'm the 1 you need.
  • Most guys need 3 meals a day to keep going... I just need eye contact from you.
  • Hey baby, I must be a light switch, cuz every time I see you, you turn me on!
  • Are you a beaver? Cause daaaaam!
  • I hope your day has been as beautiful as you are.
  • Do I know you? Cause you look just like my next girlfriend.
  • Is your father Little Caesar? Cause you look Hot 'n Ready.
  • I could use some spare change and you're a dime.
  • I'm no mathematician, but I'm pretty good with numbers. Tell you what, Give me yours and watch what I can do with it.
  • Didn't I see you on the cover of Vogue?
  • Excuse me, I don't want you to think I'm ridiculous or anything, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I just felt like I had to tell you.
  • Have you always been this cute, or did you have to work at it?
  • Hey, don't I know you? Yeah, you're the girl with the beautiful smile.
  • Was your father a mechanic? Then how did you get such a finely tuned body?
  • I have had a really bad day and it always makes me feel better to see a pretty girl smile. So, would you smile for me?
  • I hope you know CPR, cuz you take my breath away!
  • I just had to come talk with you. Sweetness is my weakness.
  • I think I can die happy now, cause I've just seen a piece of heaven.
  • Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?
  • If I told you that you had a great body, would you hold it against me?
  • I sneezed because God blessed me with you.
  • Is it hot in here or is it just you?
  • Nice to meet you, I'm (your name) and you are...gorgeous!
  • So, what do you do for a living besides always making all the men excited and warm all over?
  • I may not be a genie, but I can make all your wishes come true!
  • Was your dad king for a day? He must have been to make a princess like you.
  • Were you arrested earlier? It's gotta be illegal to look that good.
  • Were your parents Greek Gods, 'cause it takes two gods to make a goddess.
  • What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in this room?
  • What's that on your face? Oh, must just be beauty. Here, let me get it off. Hey, it's not coming off!
  • Wow! Are those real?
  • I blame you for global warming... your hotness is too much for the planet to handle!
  • You are the reason men fall in love.
  • Are you Australian? Because you meet all of my koala-fications.
  • You know the more I drink, the prettier you get!
  • You know, I would die happy if I saw you naked just once!
  • If you were ground coffee, you'd be Espresso cause you're so fine.
  • You better call Life Alert, 'cause I've fallen for you and I can't get up.
  • You're single. I'm single. Coincidence? I think not.
  • You know, you might be asked to leave soon. You're making the other women look really bad.
  • You look like my third wife. [how many time have you been married?] Twice.
  • You make me melt like hot fudge on a sundae.
  • You should be someone's wife.
  • Were you in Boy Scouts? Because you sure have tied my heart in a knot.
  • Are you as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside?
  • I want to be your tear drop, so I could be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.
  • Babe! you look so fine I could drink your bath water!
  • You're so hot you would make the devil sweat.
  • If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I would be walking through my garden forever.
  • Hi, I'm writing a term paper on the finer things in life, and I was wondering if I could interview you?
  • Girl, if I were a fly, I'd be all over you, because you're the shit!
  • There must be a lightswitch on my forehead because everytime I see you, you turn me on!
  • Hey, how did you do that? (What?) Look so good?
  • Damn girl, you have more curves than a race track.
  • If you stood in front of a mirror and help up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.
  • Do you have a sunburn, or are you always this hot?
  • You are so beautiful that I would marry your brother just to get into your family.
  • You look like a cool glass of refreshing water, and I am the thirstiest man in the world.
  • Are you a tamale? 'Cause you're hot.
  • You are so beautiful that you give the sun a reason to shine.
  • Do you want to see a picture of a beautiful person? (hold up a mirror)
  • Do you bleach your teeth? 'Cause your smile lights up the entire room like a candle in the dark. Let's go prove it.
  • Your ass is so nice that it is a shame that you have to sit on it.
  • Someone should call the police, because you just stole my heart!
  • Stop, drop, and roll, baby. You are on fire.
  • Baby, you're so hot, you make the equator look like the north pole.
  • Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.
  • You're hotter than Papa Bear's porridge.
  • I hope there's a fire truck nearby, cause you're smokin'!
  • If it weren't for that DAMNED sun, you'd be the hottest thing ever created.
  • How is your fever? [What fever?] Oh... you just look hot to me.
  • I just got dumped, and I think that you could make me feel better.
  • (Walk up to someone and bite them anywhere) Sorry, taking a bite out of crime. [WHAT?] Well it has to be illegal to look that good!
  • You are a 9 - you'd be a perfect 10 if you were with me.
  • Excuse me, I'd like to have kids someday, and I wanted to know how your parents created such a beautiful creature.
  • You're so hot, I bet you could light a candle at 10 paces.
  • I can't believe I've been hear the entire evening with all these beautiful people and the moment I find 'The One', all I have time to say is "good bye".
  • Hey baby, you've got something on your butt - my eyes!
  • This isn't a beer belly, It's a fuel tank for a love machine.
  • I don't know you, but I think I love you already.
  • Here's the key to my house, my car... and my heart.
  • if we shared a garden, I'd put my tulips and your tulips together. (tulips = two lips)
  • Is your name Summer? 'Cause you are as hot as hell.
  • If I had to choose between one night with you or winning the lottery...I would chose winning the lottery...but it would be close...real close...
  • Do you have any sunscreen? 'Cause you are burning me up!
  • See these keys? I wish I had the one to your heart.
  • Stare at girl . ("What're you staring at?")
  • You, Before I Wake Up From this Dream.
  • You're hotter than donut grease.
  • Your eyes are as blue as window cleaner.
  • Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world?
  • If you were a burger at McDonalds, you'd be McGorgeous.
  • Are your parents retarded, 'cause you sure are special.
  • If you could put a price tag on beauty you'd be worth more than Fort Knox.
  • I must be dancing with the devil, because you're hot as hell.
  • I never need to see the sun again because your eyes light up my world.
  • If you were a steak you would be well done.
  • It's dark in here. Wait! It's because all of the light is shining on you.
  • Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.
  • Do you have any raisins? [No] How about a date?
  • Are you a kidnapper? Because you just abducted my heart.
  • Is your name Katrina? [No, why?] 'Cuz baby, you rock me like a hurricane!
  • Can you pull this heart-shaped arrow out of my butt? A damn little kid with wings shot me.
  • On The Phone
  • She/He says: "Hold on"
  • You Say: "Sorry, I can't hold on... I've already fallen for you."
  • Is your body from McDonald's? Cause I'm lovin' it!
  • Are you a microwave oven? Cause you melt my heart.
  • Did you get your license suspended for driving so many guys crazy?
  • Are you a girl scout, cause you tie my heart in knots.
  • You're so hot, I could bake cookies on you.
  • You look beautiful today, just like every other day.
  • Let's play Winnie the Pooh and get my nose stuck in your honey jar.
  • When I'm older, I'll look back at all of my crowning memories, and I'll think of the day my children were born, the day I got married, and the day that I met you.
  • If beauty were time, you'd be eternity.
  • Hello. Cupid called. He says to tell you that he needs my heart back.
ENFP and ISFP lost in NYC
  • (Bonding friendship moment based on a true story)
  • They're walking downtown around 5th avenue and ISFP is trusting ENFP to follow the directions to the Doc Marten store.
  • ENFP: Okay ISFP so I'm pretty sure google maps says to go north a 1/2 mile toward the FedEx store and Italian restaurant. We should be there in 9 minutes.
  • ISFP: Okay that sounds good. I'm really excited we're doing this.
  • ENFP: Me too. I feel like such a cool adult walking down the streets of NYC with my best friend.
  • (15 minutes pass and the two reminisce about all of their old adventures and inside jokes. ENFP doesn't seem to be keeping up with the arrow on the map. ISFP suddenly gets the feeling they aren't going the right way after all.)
  • ISFP: Uhhhh ENFP... I think we've walked more than half a mile. Do the directions say what to do next?
  • ENFP: *squinting eyes to read the directions* Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
  • ENFP: Yeah I..I dunno.
  • (It's getting dark outside and the area is becoming more populated with night life)
  • ISFP: Want me to look?
  • ENFP: ...yeah maybe.
  • ISFP: ENFP We've been going the wrong way this entire time.
  • ISFP: ENFP calm down. It's okay. We got to have such a nice walk and chat. Let's just sit down somewhere and figure out what the directions actually say.
  • ENFP: okay *looks forlorn*
  • (ISFP and ENFP sit down in a little park by the road and look at the map on their phone. ENFP is still apologizing.)
  • ISFP: ENFP it's not a big deal we'll just have to hurry and make sure we get there before closing time.
  • ENFP: I'm so glad that of all the people I could've screwed up and got us lost with, it happened to be you. You're such a laid back and understanding person, ISFP. I'm also pretty flattered that you put enough trust in me to find our way.
  • ISFP: Yeah it's fine. I had fun talking to you along the way. I've missed that. It's been so long since our last adventure.
  • ENFP: I know right? It's like we graduated high school and now we're never going to see each other again. I hate it.
  • ISFP: Well... It doesn't have to be that way. We can fight this. We just need to always have something planned to do together. Even if it's months between them.
  • (The two spend 30 minutes sitting and talking about the future and lose track of time)
  • ENFP: Dude it's 8:00 already. I think Doc Martens is closed now. Dang it! I know you really wanted to try that one pair on in person too. I'm sorry.
  • ISFP: Nah I'm good. What we did instead was more important. :)
  • They kept in touch after the trip had ended and are friends to this day. The end.

for pipalypso week!

famous actress Piper meets Calypso, one of the first people not to recognise her

I finally figured out that I seem to write much quicker and get more done when I do it by hand, so I’m giving that a try instead of typing everything! Fingers crossed this works out. It’s working so far hey I actually finished this in time for pipalypso week! amazing

for now it’s just a lil one-shot but I’m thinking I might actually continue it at some point or write more bc I really like the famous piper au

fandom: Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus
pairing: Calypso/Piper McLean
word count: 1,626

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anonymous asked:

I figured out that I was gay when my best friend and I were walking together at this beach which was in a homophobic kind of town. She said that we should pretend to be lesbians and hold hands and stuff just to see how the homophobic people would react to us. It was great, and even though we were just friends I loved it and realized I had a crush on her. Now it's been almost year that we've been together and it would really mean a lot if you could write a thing along the lines of this story :)

Oh my god, this prompt is so fucking cute I can’t put it off at all. I also showed it to my best friend, and she said it was adorable, so cheers to you and your lucky girl. You’re doing it right man. Please tell me you’ve watched Faking It, because you’re living it dude. :D 

Beca is sitting on a bench at a park near Barden, just trying to think of how she got to this place. No, not the bench. She obviously knew how she got to this exact place. However she didn’t know how she got to this place in her life.

She knew the events that led up to it however.

Beca had always felt like she was gay. Maybe not gay in the full sense of the word, but she had always found girls more attractive than guys. 

Maybe it was the way they sounded, or how the were softer and more gentle than boys.

Whatever it was, it was how Beca is. 

So when the supreme court ruled gay marriage was legal in all 50 states, Beca decided that it was time to come out to her friends, since her family had known for years.

And of course, who better to come out to than a certain redhead?

Chloe was her best friend. She was her safe place, her home. She was the only person Beca felt the urge to always be near, or to always have contact with her in some way. 

Was this normal best friend feelings? Probably not. But it was how things were, and she wouldn’t change anything for the world.

So when Beca texted Chloe, and told her to meet her at this park, she was feeling good about this. Sure, she was a little nervous, but she knew Chloe would support her in this. 

And her assumptions were correct.

When Beca had finally spat out the words “I’m gay”, all Chloe did was smile knowingly. However she pretended to act surprised.

“Oh my gosh! That’s fantastic Beca! I’m so proud of you!” Chloe had grabbed her hands, and had given her the most brilliant smile she’d ever seen. But Beca knew Chloe, and could see right through her facade. 

“You knew,” Beca accused as she narrowed her eyes. “How’d you know?”

Chloe had just lifted her eyebrows in an ‘are you kidding me?’ expression and glanced at her flannel and converse. 

“Shut up.”

Beca was feeling good about the whole situation. It wasn’t until she saw a guy wearing a confederate flag shirt that the thought even occurred to Beca really.

Being in the south, it was obvious that there were high tensions right now. Between racial and gay rights, there was quite a shit storm happening. It wasn’t until then that Beca really considered the scary possibility that there would be people who would have strong negative thoughts about this.

Beca must have been quiet for a long time, because Chloe snapped her fingers in front of her face. “Hey, earth to Beca!” Beca’s eyes snapped toward the older girl. “What are you thinking about?” Chloe rubbed her thumb in between the DJ’s eyebrows, “You look tense.”

Beca sighed, “It’s just really hitting me that this town is really kind of homophobic, and that being in the south isn’t the best place to come out.” 

Chloe bit her bottom lip in thought. Then, all of a sudden, Chloe’s eyebrows shot up and Beca could almost see the light bulb light up inside of her head.

“You’re going to totally hate this idea.” Chloe started. 

Beca groaned, “That’s always a perfect pitch line…” 

Chloe turned in her seat to face the younger girl, and grabbed one of her hands. “Let’s pretend to be girlfriends.”

And just like that, Beca’s whole world had been thrown off kilter. 

So here sat Beca trying to do the mental calculations in her head. It was like she was adding 2+1. She knew that they added up to 3, but she kept getting 4 as an answer.

Beca just gaped at Chloe. Chloe gave her a sheepish green, and turned away from her again. “You know what? That was a stupid idea, just forget-”

“No!” Chloe looked surprised, but still turned back towards Beca. “I like that idea. We’ll fuck with the local homophobes, and it’ll be really funny. Let’s do it.” 

So an hour later, the two were in downtown Atlanta and were just strolling hand in hand. Sometimes Chloe would lean in and kiss the top of Beca’s head, or Beca would kiss her on the cheek. And they were right, it was really funny. Especially when this one guy saw the two, and had ran right into a streetlamp. 

Everything was fun and all, but every time Chloe and Beca would lock eyes, or would do something that was coupley, Beca’s heart rate would spike up. Her arm wasn’t tingling like they always say in bullshit movies, but it did feel quite warm. She just hoped her hands weren’t sweating. 

After a few hours of “fake” flirting (fake on Chloe’s part, Beca was sure, not hers), and not so casual touches, Beca made a very important realization.

I have a crush on Chloe Beale. 

Just the thought made her stop in her tracks. Which, unfortunately, caused Chloe to stop as well. 

“What’s wrong Becs?”

Beca just gaped at Chloe, opening and closing her mouth like a dying fish. 

It was around that time that Beca realized, you know what? 

Fuck it. 

Take a step.

Take a chance. 

“Chlo, I’m gonna do something that’s gonna ruin our friendship.” Chloe stared at her in confusion.

“I doubt tha-” She was cut off when Beca reached up on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to her own. 




Beca started freaking out internally. She was kissing her best friend.

And it felt so fucking good.

Beca reached up and threaded her fingers into Chloe’s perfect hair, and she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. Beca slid her tongue across Chloe’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Chloe quickly opened her mouth, and that caused a whole new flood of desire run through Beca. 

After a few minutes of making out like 16-year-olds, the couple finally broke apart. 

Beca kept her eyes closed, her lips feeling like they were on fire with heat. “Uh… uhm… wow.” She was speechless. She opened her eyes and saw the same look on Chloe’s face.

“Yeah,” she responded. “You could say that again.”


Send me a prompt and I’ll fill it!

a hella long list of random lyric sentence starters (pt. 8)
  • "I wish I was your cigarette."
  • "I can't count the things that I wanna do to you."
  • "I can't even say what you're putting me through every night."
  • "You're leaving town for a long time."
  • "You don't have to die alone tonight."
  • "I'll make a living telling people what they want to hear."
  • "It's not a perfect plan, but it's the one we've got."
  • "Take me to your best friend's house."
  • "I loved you then and I love you now."
  • "Let's stay up all night."
  • "Love’s a fucking bitch."
  • "I really feel that I'm losing my best friend."
  • "I can't believe this could be the end."
  • "It looks as though you're letting go."
  • "I don't need your reasons."
  • "You wanna argue all day, make love all night."
  • "You're overprotective when I'm leaving."
  • "You had me from the start, won't let this end."
  • "I usually love sleeping all alone."
  • "She's just happy that the crew's back in town."
  • "I wanna be in the game."
  • "I wanna know your middle name."
  • "Right now, you're killing the game."
  • "Everybody's gonna go big tonight."
  • "I'm stupid - I'm staying."
  • "You're my drug."
  • "You're drunk, you need it."
  • "We're bound to linger on."
  • "You wasted your time on my heart."
  • "You're gone... come back."
  • "Stay gone, stay clean."
  • "I need you to need me."
  • "Don't stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die."
  • "We were all having fun."
  • "Thought I'd never fall in love, then there was you."
  • "One look and just one touch, and I knew she was the girl for me."
  • "I never met a girl like you that makes me want to settle down."
  • "I don't want to be a player no more."
  • "I'm already taken."
  • "I've seen your eyes before."
  • "I don't want anything more."
  • "I remember you, and all the things that we have planned."
  • "I will come back for you."
  • "He and I had something beautiful, but so dysfunctional, it couldn't last."
  • "I loved him so but I let him go 'cause I knew he'd never love me back."
  • "I am healing, but it's taking so long."
  • "He's gone and you are wonderful, it's hard to move on."
  • "I'm better near to you."
  • "You and I have something different and I'm enjoying it cautiously."
  • "I'm battle scarred, I am working oh so hard to get back to who I used to be."
  • "I'm so close to being yours."
  • "I only know that I belong where you are."
  • "I like you a lot, think you're really hot."
  • "Let's go see The Killers and make out in the bleachers."
  • "I'm not loose, I like to party."
  • "I like boys and that is that."
  • "Watch your heart when we're together, boys like you love me forever."
  • "I'm not scared of love."
  • "You make me strong."
  • "Think of how much love that's been wasted, people always trying to escape it."
  • "There's nothing I'm running from."
  • "Do it again, again and again."
  • "Say my name, say my name, say my stupid name."
  • "It's stupid how we always seem to do it again."
  • "You're so stupid and perfect, I hate you, I want you."
  • "Friends, lovers, or nothing; we can really only ever be one."
  • "Anything less than 'I love you' is lying."
  • "I let my true love die."
  • "I had his heart but I broke it every time."
  • "You're not exactly the guy I can bring home to my mama, but what she don't know won't hurt her."
  • "You get under my skin, such a sweet sin."
  • "They say you don't deserve me, but it really don't disturb me."
  • "Why do all good girls like the bad boys?"
  • "Tell me why the dark side just captures my eye."
  • "I know that you're a villain but I can't stop this feeling."
  • "You're cocky and its working."
  • "You know how much you want him."
  • "You're constantly just denying."
  • "He's just another girl addict."
  • "He's dirty to the bone, beware of the dog."
  • "I got into trouble with him, I got in a bubble with him."
  • "It feels like heaven when I kiss the devil."
  • "She don't want to be saved."
  • "It's all about the two of us."
  • "A one night stand just ain't enough."
  • "There goes my baby."
  • "You're so special, you're like diamonds and pearls."
  • "You're my number one, baby, and you come to rock my world."
  • "A little conversation goes a long, long way."
  • "You've gotta a lot of nerve coming here."
  • "I can't have you, it isn't fair."
  • "He never really saw me."
  • "I wanna break your heart, I wanna let you know what it's like to be so dicked around and miserable."
  • "You spit me out then leave me; do I make it so easy?"
  • "How long 'till I breathe again?"
  • "I cry on curbs by your apartment."
  • "I can't seem to walk away."
  • "I can't make you feel this way."
  • "Make up your mind, don't you want me?"
  • "I just want you, do you want me?"
  • "One day, I'm gonna find a way to make you stay in my arms."
  • "I hope my smile can distract you."
  • "I hope my fists can fight for two."
  • "I dreamed I was missing, you were so scared, but no one would listen 'cause no one else cared."
  • "Every song I hear on the radio will always be about you."
  • "You're a galaxy away, you're off somewhere in outer space."
  • "I'm stupid enough to wait for what's impossible."
  • "I love you, but my heart's an idiot."
  • "Why love you? You will never love me, too, and I'll end up broken."
  • "If I have to, I will wait."
  • "You're probably on your flight back to your home town."
  • "Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?"
  • "I'll be your best friend and you'll be my Valentine." "Yes, you can hold my hand if you want to, 'cause I want to hold yours, too."
  • "We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds."
  • "I hope you know that this has nothing to do with you."
  • "I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket, but I've got to get a move on with my life."
  • "It's time to be a big girl now and big girls don't cry."
Hollyoaks story meeting
  • Writer 1: So. This Christmas Eve episode.
  • Writer 2: The Christmas Special, you mean?
  • Writer 1: The double episode.
  • Writer 2: Special. Bryan said. He said the channel's showing its faith in us after another mega year, by giving us a special slot for the Christmas Spesh.
  • Writer 1: Well, it's not really a special as such, is it?
  • Writer 2: Strength to strength. Bryan said.
  • Writer 1: It's just, they don't put us on air on Christmas Day, so we have to stick the two normal eps on together the night before or we'd get out of sync.
  • Writer 2: Bryan said it's a special.
  • Writer 1: Okay. Anyway, so we've got the Ste thing to deal with. The McH*y meet-you-in-the-folly thing we came up with to hedge our bets if the audience was too icked out by St*rry.
  • Writer 2: I've had an idea about that. Actually it's more an homage to vintage Oaks.
  • Writer 1: Vintage?
  • Writer 2: Christmas 2012 to be precise.
  • Writer 1: When Hollyoaks was good.
  • Writer 2: Yep. Before it went from strength to strength.
  • Writer 1: Do tell.
  • Writer 2: Right, well, remember the airport scene with Stug? They're all set to start a new life, but Doug's realised Ste's real love is someone else, and they've only married each other because they're mates and Ste needed someone and blah blah. So Doug says I love you but I don't want to be second best. 'Fly, my pretty', kinda thing. Then they have a little weepy kiss to appease the Stug fans, and off Ste pops after the love of his life.
  • Writer 1: Yeah, I remember all that. What are you thinking?
  • Writer 2: Simples. We do the same again. JP is Doug.
  • Writer 1: Harry's no Brendan.
  • Writer 2: Shush! Don't let Bryan hear you saying the B-word.
  • Writer 1: Sorry. Not a bad idea though. Same scene but without the expensive location shoot at the airport. So then Ste runs off to find Harry?
  • Writer 2: In Tony's flat. Cheaper than Dublin, obvs. But first, he sits and gazes at his wedding ring, cos that was a great shot in 2012. Poignant.
  • Writer 1: What, we copy that shot do we? Bit cheeky.
  • Writer 2: We're copying the whole concept, love. And you know the bit where Br... Where you-know-who says 'I can't live my life without you'?
  • Writer 1: You can't nick that. It's iconic.
  • Writer 2: Course not. But here's the twist – Ste says it this time. And we'll change it a bit if you insist. He can say 'I can't live without you.' Different, see?
  • Writer 1: He says it to Harry?
  • Writer 2: Why not? Harry's cute.
  • Writer 1: Right. Only isn't it all gonna look a bit lame compared with the original? I mean, you had Ste and you-know-who, soul-searching, bonded together over the trauma of their horrific childhoods, finally piecing together a relationship after two years of falling in love against the odds. At last they both found the courage and willpower to admit their feelings and give it a go. Plus you had buckets of chemistry without having to contrive kit-off situations all the bloody time. And now you've got... St*rry.
  • Writer 2: What's your point?
  • Writer 1: My point is, what do Ste and Harry have in common?
  • Writer 2: They're gay.
  • Writer 1: I'll put it another way. What do they even talk about?
  • Writer 2: … Football?
  • Writer 1: Ste? Football?
  • Writer 2: Look, not being funny, but who needs conversation when you've got a hot schoolkid to shag?
  • Writer 1: ???
  • Writer 2: LOL... Ahem... Seriously though, the audience won't be making comparisons because they weren't watching in 2012. 6.30 was past their bedtime back then.
  • Writer 1: Fair point. Plus they've got a short attention span according to Bryan.
  • Writer 2: Exactly. So I was also thinking, you know that bit where Ruby and Jonno were going to live happily ever after? Everyone thinks he's recovered from his injury? And then he dies in her arms?
  • Writer 1: Tragic, yes.
  • Writer 2: We do the same only this time it's Ziggy. Dies in Tegan's arms. Zig-a-zig ahh.
  • Writer 1: Are we allowed to kill a Roscoe?
  • Writer 2: Bryan wants some of the dead wood gone. Not Freddie, obvs – the kiddies love him.
  • Writer 1: So does Bryan...
  • Writer 2: So, what do you think?
  • Writer 1: Why not? It'll save us writing a proper ending for that love triangle at least.
  • Writer 2: Sorted. I'll just dig out the 2012 scripts, then we can get down the pub.

anonymous asked:

As much as I love Killian and will always believe that he will do right by Emma in the end, I can't help but feel like this is going to take a Buffy/Angel turn. Killian warned Emma that he would not be strong enough to fight the darkness, and we've seen last season that he can be temperamental and impulsive which have led to him making dark choices. He's hurt and angry with her so will the darkness feed on that and he will try to snuff out the light (hence all the old cloaked dark ones appear)

Okay, cool. You’re surely allowed to have that opinion. I, however, disagree, and this is going to get long, so yeah.

First, Killian is the first DO in the history of ever to become it against his will. Even Emma made the choice to take it on willingly, even if she didn’t kill anyone for it. And Killian was willing to die rather than take it on, as he knows more than ANYONE about the damage it does. Are you really telling me that he’s spent 300 years fighting the DO with every waking moment, has then dealt with his true love taking it on herself and keeping up hope and fighting to save her while defeating it, and is now going to realize she tethered him to it (rather than lose him, because she can’t stand to, and wants to have a future with him), shrug, go, “Well, I guess that was all for nothing,” give into it without a fight, turn against her, and become a raging force of unbridled destruction? How does that make sense? How, in two episodes of the end of the Dark Swan arc, are they going to completely  destroy his character, undermine all his growth and struggle to make good choices, his world-changing love for Emma, her absolute trust in him and them to fight the darkness together, and have her put him down like a rabid dog to stop him from destroying the world?

Short answer: they’re not.

We’ve seen over and over that being the DO does not change who people really are. Rumple was still a coward who made poor choices and avoided confrontation and manipulated people. Emma is still a hero who was acting out of the desire to save her true love and destroy the darkness. We’ve seen Killian be (unknowingly) the DO in Storybrooke this entire time. It’s supposed to be this unstoppable, irresistable force… yet we’ve seen him still fighting to save Emma, to help the others, to do and be a hero no matter what. Yes, now he knows it’s in him, but he also knows that this entire time he’s still been able to be himself. When he told Emma he already forgave her no matter what, that he loved her, he wasn’t lying. They had that entire conversation for a reason. Killian, of all the reforming villains, has been the least ready to believe that a) he’s a hero, that he deserves anything good (his first reaction when Emma said she was afraid of the future was to conclude that she didn’t want one with him) and b) the most aware of someone’s CHOICES in becoming who they are. He has never denied who he was; he told Emma about the rings he wore that belonged to men he had killed for petty insults. So when he says he’s not strong enough to resist the darkness, that he’s not a hero, that he’s not like her or Merlin, it is in complete objection to everything we’ve seen from him. He’s said over and over he’s not a hero. And yet, over and over, he’s made a hero’s choices. He doesn’t talk about how much he loves Emma; he fights for her, he shows her every day that he is not going to let her down. Even while believing he’s worthy of very little else, she is the light of his life and the center of his world. There is no way on earth that the Dark One is capable of changing that central, fundamental fact of Killian Jones’ very existence. It’s just not. He has fought his demons all along; now he needs to fight the original source of it within himself.

Next, of course Killian is going to give into the darkness in some way; it would be completely unrealistic if he didn’t. But that doesn’t mean hurting Emma/everyone indiscriminately. His ultimate goal has never been for power; why would he want to destroy all light magic? He doesn’t care about magic; he’s unimpressed with gods and monsters and dread sorcerers alike. He cares about love. His motivations center around love. Even at his worst, this has been the case. We see him go after Rumple; that’s exactly what old Hook would do. I still think he’s trying to get Rumple to kill him. We know he’d rather die than live this way, we know he would rather that Emma would be free from the darkness, and him dead, then them both living together as Dark Ones. His actions will be geared around destroying himself, because that’s how Hook is at his worst.

Do I expect him to just kiss and forgive Emma immediately? No. She’s made (even with the best of intentions) a pretty big mistake, and put him and them both in a terrible position. If you give the Darkness more bodies, it becomes stronger and far less easy to control, and now it sees its chance to break free of all its bonds whatsoever. But if he just gives in altogether, as I said, there was no point to her trusting that they could fight the darkness together, that they could have a future, that their love could overcome it, that any of the themes of hope and a happy ending, of good winning over evil, of any of it. And that’s depressing as hell. And I don’t think, for better or for worse, that’s the story they’ve been trying to tell, what they’re leading up to, or where they’re going. I don’t believe that the point of this is to destroy Killian’s character development and CS in under two episodes. I just don’t. There is nothing on earth that will make me think that. Especially since everyone is then going to the underworld to get him. Why do they do that, why do they agree to help Emma, if they’ve seen there’s no way Killian can ultimately be trusted to be a hero or make the right choices? If he’s just a dangerous liability, they’d leave him there, no matter how much Emma missed him. But this isn’t that story. Once again: EVERYONE IS GOING TO GET HIM. How does that make sense to the audience, how is it justified to spend all of 5B saving him, if we haven’t seen there’s still the good man in him who fought the Darkness to the end?

I expect 5x10 is called Broken Heart for good reason. Everyone’s heart is broken: Emma’s, Killian’s, ours. And we’ll see everyone struggling with the consequences of her decision. But I also expect that when it comes time for the big sacrifice in 5x11, it’ll be something Killian chooses, if not outright begs Emma to do. We have already seen him make the decision to die rather than live with the darkness in him, meaning that she was still bound to it. He will make that decision again when it matters. I just can’t, CANNOT see them having Emma kill him to destroy an unqualified, out-of-control evil, with no hope and no redeeming factor, especially as I said when they go straight into the underworld to get him!!!!

I said in my post last night that Killian knows the thing that would hurt Emma the most at this point is having to live without him. That’s why I think he’s trying to get Rumple to kill him. He’s trying to make the decision HE wanted: to die and free her from the darkness, rather than live with them both cursed and tied to it.

Plus: there is more to learn about what happened in Camelot (and how the hell does Zelena know all this, anyway?) They’re hinting he’ll discover it’s not Emma he needs to be mad at (because duh). Besides, everything about what Emma was doing as Dark Swan turned out to be a big misdirect. They’re leading you to think that Dark Hook will be this terrible unleashed evil, and that’s exactly why we shouldn’t believe them.

Once again: this is CS’ season. They’re not going to put them in a place where you no longer want to root for them or don’t believe in their happy ending. So yes, I think Killian will give into the darkness partially and try to do some bad things (but if trying to get Rumple to kill him is one, as obviously HE doesn’t kill Rumple, then still). They will struggle with this choice. He will feel hurt and betrayed and angry with Emma over it, and honestly, he has every right to. But that doesn’t mean this ends with everything being destroyed in under two episodes, no hope, and no reason for Emma to march straight into the underworld with her family and rescue him. Because it doesn’t.

anonymous asked:

We've been on and off for 2 years. Mostly we are just best friends but we have more at one point. I have a love for him but now he says he wants to walk away because all he does is hurt me. How do I let him go? What do you do when it's time to walk away?

when i was 18, i found myself in a story i never wanted to be in. someone i cared for would continously confuse me, change up the circumstances of our relationship, and then flip back. when i was with my group of friends, 7 lovely young women, we would laugh about this with only a little bit of malice. ‘i am never going to forgive him,’ i would say and they would agree that this was the absolute right thing to do.

one night, when i was with another close friend, we started talking about this. he cared about me and he asked very delicately what i wanted. i remember laughing, embarrassed, because no one had asked me that in a long time. ‘it doesn’t matter what i want,’ i said, ‘i can’t forgive him.’ he frowned at me and i didn’t say anything for a whole minute. then, because he was still looking at me and i felt this bubble of truth pop up: ‘if i forgive him for this, for everything, people will think i’m stupid.’ he sat up very quickly. ‘i wouldn’t think that,’ he said and then repeated it because it was hard to look at his face. ‘hey, i’d be happy for you.’

i read your message and this is what i first thought of. this was one of those moments when letting go seemed like the easy choice, but maybe not the right choice. in the months that followed this conversation, it became apparent that letting go was both. but i had to learn some things first. and i had to be hurt a bit more. and i had to change my friends. and i had to grow up. letting go of someone you love is not the same as loving them - but it’s not the opposite either. when i really let go of this person, i wasn’t 18 anymore. i was 20. and i was sitting on another boy’s carpet and he looked at me tenderly and he said ‘it sounds like this guy really got under your skin, but i can’t believe anyone would ever affect you like that.’ and i smiled because my pain, my decision to stop talking to someone who only called me late at night, my promise to crawl out of the dark hole, these things had become my little secret. no one could tell. i was okay.

how do you start to let go of someone? sleep a lot. make sure you are eating comfort food. don’t look back, especially when it is halloween weekend and you remember what that used to mean. if you ever take walks alone, look up at the stars and think of the bigness of everything. you loved someone but that’s over now. it is over now. if you have to, say it out loud. I AM RELEASING YOU. I DON’T WANT YOU LIKE THIS. I ONLY MISS YOU BECAUSE I LOVED YOU. I AM RELEASING YOU. DON’T COME BACK.

Arrow 3x12 - Uprising

Wow. It’s been a while, huh? Even though technically I’ve only missed two reviews (RL, don’t you know?!), it feels like years. I suppose it’s apt, because even though Oliver was only gone from Starling City for two weeks, his absence felt interminably long. Truth be told I also haven’t had much to say about the last few episodes, particularly 3.11. 

Let’s get this out of the way first: I was very willing, during the hiatus, to get on board with this risk; hell, I was excited. I’ve said before that other shows - like Angel - have done really well when removing their lead from the main action for a while, allowing the supporting characters to shine and come to the fore. 

And to be fair, Arrow hasn’t done terribly on that score: Felicity has amazing moments of strength, determination and general badassery. People - and by this I mean so-called ‘objective’ critics rather than fans or shippers - often say that Felicity is the heart of the show, not least of the team. This has only proven to be true in these past few episodes. But that’s not all. Not only is Felicity the heart of Team Arrow, she’s also the spine. When Oliver is gone it is Felicity who insists on pushing forward, Felicity who decides that she will no longer allow the people she loves to die; or, at least, she won’t bear witness to it. It is Felicity who turns off the lights in the foundry and it is Felicity who provides courage and inspiration to the others who are struggling. It is Felicity to whom Malcolm Merlyn turns, every single time that he appears in the foundry. As if by instinct, he knows where the power is, and he addresses that power. He directs his attentions to her, as if she were some mafia don to whom he’s come to pay his respects. 

Dig’s had some moments too, but not nearly as many and to be honest, I’ve been very disappointed with the way the writers are treating him. To have him sitting in the foundry on comms, staying behind in the van and generally remaining mute is something of a travesty. Never mind who else is or isn’t there - John Diggle is not a prop or a piece of furniture. I still do not get the wisdom of leaving him behind to direct from a computer screen when he is the only one of all four of them who has actual experience in a warzone. Next to Oliver, he is the one with the most experience and he is relegated to the sidelines? I call bullshit. The Olicity fan in me is riding high on cloud nine right now. The John Diggle fan is furious. Considering that MG has now acknowledged that they have “struggled” with Dig this season, I’ll be interested to see how they resolve this dilemma that they apparently have. From my perspective, it is simple. Get the man a mask (it doesn’t have to be a costume but at the very least cover his face!) and send him out on the field, where he belongs. 

Anyway. That’s me off my soapboax. Back to 3.12. 

Reader, I liked it! 

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Stuck With You 1/?

Malcolm Tucker, Rose Tyler

In a parallel world, Malcolm Tucker doesn’t return to government after being bested by Steve Fleming, instead taking a lucrative offer to be personal spin doctor to the wealthy Peter Tyler.  It’s all fun and games until the daughter Pete never had comes to stay.  DW-The Thick of It crossover fic.

Genre:hurt/comfort, romance

Written with the lovely dryadalis, beta’d by the indomitable thedoctordanceswithrose

Prologue: Fuckity Bye

(A/N: some dialogue in this chapter take from s3e8 of The Thick of It)

Malcolm Tucker looked up at the BBC offices with trepidation.   This was not what he’d planned on doing today.  Or ever, really.  Fucking BBC.

Then again, he hadn’t planned to fucking resign three weeks ago either.  Although, he was still waiting for that particular mountain of shit to hit the fan.

But for now, if he spent one more fucking day watching shitty daytime telly, he was going to lose his mind completely.  And given the other suggestions he’d gotten, this was–unfortunately–his best bet at the moment.  With that in mind, he took a last drag from a half-smoked cigarette before dropping it and grinding it out, rolling his shoulders as he walked into what he fondly called Satan’s Journalistic Love Nest.

“Sarah Jennings,” a tall, pretty blonde introduced herself as he stepped into one of the office suites, shaking his hand.  “Welcome to the BBC.  Did you have any trouble getting here?”

“No,” he said, stepping back as she released him to put his hands back in his pockets.  He was fucking nervous.  At the fucking BBC.  What the fuck sort of parallel world was this?  “I had trouble getting in,” he quipped, trying to regain his footing.  “They thought I was a terrorist.”

She managed a pandering laugh that made him feel incredibly old, and directed him into one of the offices where an aid was already waiting.

“If you’d like to take a seat down there,” Sarah said, directing him to a sofa.  “So, we’re really very excited.”

“Yeah, this could be the highlight of my career,” he said, giving a small smile.  “And I’ve taken a dump in the White House.”

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                        ☆ HAPPY ONE YEAR, CUTIESINTOWN! ☆

            Okay. First of all I want to thank all of you for staying with me for a year now, woah. Seriously, thank you so much. One year, a bunch of followers and a lot of people who earned a place in my heart. A lot of you know that even when I’ve been roleplaying in Tumblr for almost three years now, I belong to the spanish community. Originally. And as obvious as it sounds, it was so difficult to join this community for so many reasons. One, I came here by my own, I didn’t know a single person because all my friends and partners decided to continue in the other community (which I couldn’t stand for personal reasons). Two, I wasn’t familiar with the multiship thing so I didn’t get it at first. I’ve never had done something like that before and I found it pretty strange at first. And last but not least, the language. I’ve never been to UK, US, Australia or any place with English as their first language but I attended some institute for a long time when I was little and I’ve taken some Cambridge and Oxford exams but that’s all. I feel so insecure about my language and I’m incredibly thankful for all the patience and understanding I’ve received here. Thank you so so so much, you honestly have no idea of how welcome I feel here. I never thought I could make friends here and I’ve made a lot, it’s unreal. But it’s really amazing because you’re all so kind to me for no reason??? And now I’m staying here because I’ve found a family here. And there’s no way I’m leaving you.

Here's to the people who I consider my best friends. We've been roleplaying for a while now and we talk ooc a lot. I can completely trust on them and they know I'm always here if they need me. I love you guys with every cell inside my body. You guys are amazing and I could have never asked for better people to consider my friends.

            ♥ exquisitelunacy: ESZTER! MOON OF MY LIFE! You’re my favorite for so many reasons. You’re an incredibly writer (and English isn’t even your first language) and and amazing friend. We talk every single day about random topics and we have so many brotps and ships and threads that make me want to die. You’re just so precious and I want to keep you with me until the end of times because honestly, I could say you’re one of my best friends here even when we don’t know each other for that long. I still believe we’ve known each other for years now and that’s creepy, but awesome. I wish you the best and I’m sorry but I have to talk about Bill and that freaking cat, I don’t care anymore. God, just imagine if people here read our conversations on Kik. God help us all, you’re so insane and I love you to the moon and back. Seb and Trent will be always in my heart, goodbye.

            ♥ bitterserenades: You’re one of the reasons I come back here even when I’m feeling down or I’m not feeling like writing anymore. If I’m always here, it’s because of you but I think you already know that. You’re one of the most important people I have here and I’m so grateful for having you as my friend. Your writing skills are perfect and every character of yours is a absolute masterpiece. You should be really proud of yourself because you’re nothing but perfect, Rebecca. You make me laugh and cry at the same time because you know, Tucklena and Jallie. Remember when I replied to a starter from Callie and I was like hey I don’t like Perrie but I liked your starter so let’s do the thing? AND WE ENDED UP WITH A FABULOUS SHIP. That’s so insane, wow. And Tucklena is probably the biggest angst plot I’ve ever had but it’s the cutest. I love you so much and I’m never letting you go.

            ♥ xivresse: THE ULTIMATE BAE NAIOMI. You’re probably the one who makes me laugh the most. It doesn’t matter if we’re roleplaying or not, we’re always talking about non sense and about my brother and everything. Let’s ignore the fact he’s dating some bitch, shall we? The important thing is that I’m saving him for you because you being a part of my family would be awesome, don’t deny it. I adore you even when you love my brother more than me. I don’t care because I have enough love for both of us. Someday I’ll go to New York or you’ll come to Chile and we will be happy. That’s a promise, yes, yes. Thank you for sticking with me all these months, you’re nothing but perfection and I just owe you a lot.

            ♥ midnightskyx: Remember that time when you had your first blog and I was super scared to talk to you? Good times. I was so nervous but finally decided to ask for a plot and surprise, you said yes. And we started doing things and I couldn’t be more grateful. You’re just so precious, awesome and an incredibly writer. I think you take so much bullshit here from time to time and I get so sad because you don’t deserve it. You’re an amazing person, mother and roleplayer and you should be super proud of yourself. We have amazing brotps and ships and I never feel forced to reply when it comes to you and I really appreciate it. Thank you for listening me when I have troubles and for giving me some words of wisdom. You’re honestly the best.

            ♥ sweetrigmaroles: Sarah, my little cupcake. I love you so so so much I had to put you in the VIP section because you’re one of my favorites. We’ve been roleplaying for a long time now and you’re an A+ roleplayer. Jassia and Kesse (is that the ship name?) are my favorites for some many reasons and one of those reasons is the fact I actually think I can develop both Jesse and Cassia with you and that’s the ultimate goal, right? Because come on, we’ve been through a lot with Jassia and Cass is probably the character I’ve developed the most and that’s everything because of you. And don’t get me started about Jesse and Kaya because they’re OTP. OTP forever. And I’m going to add Patch and Valerie for obvious reasons. I love you, Sarah. So so so much, please never forget that.

            ♥ hxrmonic: You’re one of the most ridiculous people I’ve had the disgrace to meet. I’m kidding, I’m kidding, you’re perfect. Well, you’re a little shit after all but hey, I’m your little shit as well so it’s mutual. You’re hilarious and I love you a lot. Thank you for staying with me all this time because I know I can be a little difficult from time to time but here we are, still talking and still roleplaying. I hope we still talk until the end of times because you’re perfect and I need you in my life. Okay? Okay.

            ♥ chaingangofindierp: No veo por qué hay una razón de escribir esto en inglés así que lo haré en español. A ti te conozco hace años, mucho tiempo en realidad. Siempre he amado la forma en la que escribes y las ideas que tienes en tu mente. Tienes una imaginación increíble y muchas veces me pregunto cómo alguien puede tener tantas ideas con tanto potencial, porque la verdad es que yo no puedo. Eres una persona hermosa por dentro y por fuera, y te debo muchísimo. Gracias por esperarme años para que conteste, por quedarte hablando conmigo hasta altas horas de la madrugada y por planear plots que sabemos de antemano que nos destruirán, dejándonos como escorias humanas frente al computador. Te quiero mucho y serás por siempre una de mis partners favoritas, esté en la comunidad que esté. Eso no cambiará jamás, amiga.

            ♥ ubxquitous: La verdad es que no sabía si escribir esto en español o en inglés pero como me da mucha pereza hacerlo en inglés, pues te jodes y te aguantes, eh. Miranda Panda, te quiero muchísimo y muero de la risa cada vez que me hablas por Whatsapp. Ya sea para hablar de fútbol, de tu gramática española o para armar esos plots que NUNCA hicimos porque somos muy geniales, ayyyyyy. Eres la mejor de las mejores y espero que volvamos a hablar tanto como lo hacíamos antes porque te extraño mucho muuuuuuuuuuucho.

Here's to the people who roleplay with me and I adore them to death. Thank you for being so understanding when I'm not feeling it or when I'm super busy because of the university. You guys rock and I love you to the moon and back!

            couragcous | terriiblelove | forgctten | femalerobberyx |  blondiesandbrunesghostofhabits | senzxamore | efflcresce | lxttleme | contrariis | bloodyoriginxl | goldenprincxss | initiatixn | stolendignity | icexmeltingrp | xdavntlessx | fxckerspce | degenerxtes 

And finally, here's to the people I stalk from afar because I'm so scared to talk to you. If you're here, then we should totally plot because you're super amazing and it would be a privilege, seriously. Wow, this is awkward. Sorry if I forgot people!

            valleyofdclls | astrales | glxwinthedark | xoxonyc | araneax | arcticmvnkcys | drxfters | forbiddcn | royclty | chemicalstouch | flushedfloral | hxtchersxn | rydellsdirtbags | rhapsodicals | rosepctals | vegasdoe | tuckeredaway | exposedemotions | thxdreamers | durmiendox | sinsandsmokex | onedxrtroad | cemxterydrive | illumincte | disloyalyouth | argxnts | goblinyonkers | loveiswater | cloudedgrey | fracturedxsoul | gclddigger | turbiidus | rxdioxctives | ghostsx | 90srejects | wallflxwers | frxgiledove | missingpixces | taintedreamers | honestlylila | tempestvous | unwcrthy | dandelicn | asterxismos | rambuncticus | dominxnt | vxciferous | dxspised | crxshes | criminalxmind | coxky | detrivs | younglicn | epiphxny | scrxwedup | irresistiblxs | mclancholic | mornignglory | neglectfuls | recklessxones | dysfnctional | pxssibilities | aviusxavium | bluerxses | ringleadcr | dxsturbia | fcktoxics | imxginary | nxrthlanes | runncrs | toygvns | chandelicr | valixnt | youngvolcvnoes | youngwildfreakx | ciigxrettes | drumsavior | thefxithfuls | rixts | invxgorate | dastardlyduos | fadedisasters | fuckingtitsx | featherstxne | callousinsides | quarxntine | thereservoir–dogs | fragmentedtranquility | divxrgentx | ignorcnce | absolutehorror | rosepctals | thosegxrls | ingxnue | unravelxdwords | x–inmente | thealwaysforgotten | trulymxdly | lesbehcnestx | nvclearsouls | shattxerme | fckingdreamers | effxlgent | teenagemalice | stepsiblinqs + blogroll.


            Thanks to my friend Francie for making this beautiful graphic for this important occasion. You’re the best and I love you so so so much. Guys, I promise you… She’s not in the indie community but she’s an A+ writer. One of the best. I’m trying to get her into this community and when that happens, you’ll see how awesome she is.

klarolineforevermine  asked:

klaroline+ "we're undercover and pretending to be engaged/we started off on the wrong foot, but we've come a long way" AU

“What’s your ETA?” Klaus’ voice blares suddenly in her earpiece and she has to fight every instinct not to jump or show any sign of alarm as she sashays through the hotel foyer.

As a little girl growing up, she never thought she’d end up working in the field for the CIA. Spies and James Bond and blowing stuff up had never interested her, even when she was a teenager and trying to impress the boys.

It was her affinity for languages that had pulled her into the field. She had an eerie ability to pick up languages, and she was now had native fluency in six, and she was aiming for Arabic to be her 7th. She wasn’t sure why it was so easy for her to grasp. Call it a super power.

“Two minutes. Cool your jets sweetheart.” She replies subtly, ducking her head so that her hair fell in a curtain around her face. Her dress slips like silk over her curls, a gorgeous jade green piece that Klaus had given her after their last successful mission together.

As always, a stunning diamond winks at her from her forth finger on her left hand. Klaus for all of his other faults, actually did have excellent taste.

Her first mission as a field agent had been a joint one with MI6. She’d been introduced to one of their best, Niklaus Mikaelson. Klaus as he’d introduced himself quite rudely might she add, was a seasoned agent that had been working intelligence since he was 18 years old, first as an analyst and then out in the field.

She’d been in complete and total awe of him, until she discovered just how rude he was. They’d had to fake it as a newly engaged couple, and they weren’t fooling anybody. In fact the mission went completely haywire, and it wasn’t until she’d saved his arrogant ass (and his life), that he even began to show some small measure of respect towards him.

The rest as they say, is history.

She pauses on the threshold of the outdoor restaurant, but it’s more for effect than anything else. Physically, her body is banging and she’s way more than just a pretty face, but the men that she walks past slowly, sensually, don’t have to know that, do they?

Klaus is sitting by the pool, spread out on a deck chair with a phone in his hand, looking every inch like the bored, rich, British assassin that he was. He sits up when she approaches, and then stands, giving her an almost predatory once over that makes her shiver.

They’d given into their attraction to each other, plenty of times. It came with the territory of working in a high risk job. She’d lost count of the times that they’d fucked each other into the mattress after a particularly stressful assignment, and given the sunny locale and the fact that they were right near one of the most gorgeous stretches of beaches in the world, she didn’t doubt that it wouldn’t happen again tonight.

Klaus pulls her into his body, pressing an urgent kiss to her lips.

“Gorgeous.” He breathes out, fingering the fabric of her dress.

She lets herself run her hands over his chest, indulging him for a moment with a quick smile.

“It was a present from someone with exceptionally good taste.” Caroline replies with a wink.

“Hmm.” Klaus hums, broad hand splayed over her back, marking her like a brand. “And I can’t wait to take it off you later when we’re done here.”

That was Klaus, blunt, and to the point. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she’s gazing at him clearly.

“Where’s the mark and what would you like me to do?”

“Opposite the pool, black shirt, gold chain around the neck?” Klaus murmurs into the skin of her neck as she rolls her head to the side casually. “Record his conversation for me would you?”

She spots the guy right away, he’s a little hard to miss.

“Give me something challenging next time.” She says with a laugh, unzipping her dress at the back and shrugging out of it in one, graceful movement.

The bikini she’s wearing (white and gold), is tasteful and just this side of daring with the french cut bottoms.

Klaus’ jaw practically drops when she pushes her sunglasses up her nose, turning away from him and making her way around to the opposite side of the pool.

She settles into the deck chair with a lazy sigh, subtly flicking on the high tech, waterproof recorder nestled in one of the straps of her top. She unfolds a magazine that someone else had left behind and lets technology do the work for her.

And if she purposefully ignores Klaus’ heated gaze if only to get him a little more frustrated and worked up, then that’s her prerogative.