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RFA: MC Wearing Their Clothes

So this is the kind of thing I create if I write at two am…. INteResTINg…. Ranges from cute fluff to suggestive fluff


- Oh you’re just wearing a blue jacket, not big deal-

- Wait, is that his jacket???

- His face turned red, and he just stared at you in shock

- “I-I mean you’re cute but.. um….!”

- After a bit lot of blushing, he gave you a tight hug, trying to hide his burning face in the crook of your neck

- “… How are you so cute…” 


- Is he dreaming? Nope, you’re actually in front of him, dressed in his coat

- His eyes grew wide, and he was screaming internally, he probably wanted this to happen

- “Don’t trigger the beast, babe, you’re so cute I might just take advantage of you…” 

- He lifts your chin up, giving you a kiss as he checks you out again

- “You should do this more often…“ He mumbles, pulling you in by the coat collars to give you a kiss


- When she first saw you, she didn’t even realize

- But after a closer glance, she noticed… That’s her work shirt….

- She was really confused as to why you would wear that, since it was a bland white top

- But she wasn’t going to discourage you from trying on more of her closet

- Soon enough, she grew used to you wearing her clothes, and began to wear your clothes too

- Both closets began to resemble the other in no time


- He stared at you wearing the too large striped shirt

- “Not that it doesn’t suit you, but why are you wearing my shirt? Do you not have enough of your own? I could get you new outfits if you desire them…”

- You try to explain why, saying it’s supposed to be cute, but Jumin just gets more confused, and you just sigh

- Seeing your expression, Jumin reaches out a hand and caresses your cheek, smiling at you gent- 

- Wait no that’s a smirk

- “Cute might not be the first word I would use to describe you right now…” 

- And with those husky words, you knew the shirt thing was a good idea


- He was skipping around the house, and he grinned when he first saw you 

- But then he noticed that you had a very familiar hoodie on you

-Then a redheaded blur charged at you, full speed, picking you up in a tight hug

- “You look so cuteeeeeee!” He’s making some sort of weird squealing pig death sound

- He then released you, looking you up and down with a huge grin on his face

- You were mentally giving yourself a pat on the back for doing this, when he opened his mouth again

- “So does this mean I can start wearing your clothes too?” 

[V and Saeran + Vanderwood}

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Is homosexuality a choice?Can it be changed?

I wanted to share more from this person, he is religious and gay. He explain it so good. Read it , this is important ;D

Sexual orientation is not a choice. I didn’t choose to be gay. I’ve never met anyone who claims to have done so. Indeed, I remember being bullied in school for being gay before I knew I was! People knew I was different. Puberty kicks in and you find yourself being sexually attracted to other people, and there’s not a thing you can do about it. You can’t control or direct those feelings. You can’t choose the gender or person you are attracted to.

Science suggests that homosexuality is genetic. In other words, you are born gay, just like you are born with a certain eye colour. Whatever weird and wonderful force that creates a straight, gay or bisexual person, happens in the womb.

it’s not possible to change sexual orientation or to develop genuine opposite-sex attraction. Of course it’s possible to choose not to have sex with people of the same gender or to avoid any sort of same-sex stimulus like looking at gay pornography or spending time with a gay person you find  attractive, but that’s not the same thing as changing sexual orientation. Many  who undergo reparative therapy report failure in their ability to change their sexuality and either feel worse about their situation or move on to accept themselves as they are.

I think that the only way to be truly happy is to embrace who you are. The closer you come to liking yourself and everything that you are, the happier, healthier and more fulfilled you’ll become. You’ll also be able to accept and enjoy the love of others if you accept yourself

being gay isn’t good or bad but people can choose to see it either way. To put it another way: if you grew up in a world where being either gay or straight were equally celebrated, would you still feel bad about being gay or think it fundamentally wrong?

Homosexual people deserve the same rights as heterosexual people, in worship and beyond.


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Kim Namjoon [ANGST]

It was past midnight from last time you checked the clock, even though you had school the next day or in this case in a few hours you still couldn’t sleep. You sigh and roll around on the double bed you had. You look up at the ceiling for a few minutes before patting the surroundings on the bed waiting till your hand would hit what you were looking for; your phone.

Eventually your right hand hits your phone and you grab it and bring it to your face so you could see. When it turned on the light blinded you and your dropped your phone and it hit you square in the chest. You let out a groan from the sudden burst of pain inflicted in the one area also because you were annoyed at this point. Taking the phone off your chest you enter your passcode and get in and you immediately find yourself on the famously known app, Instagram.

You were scrolling through the explore page and then someone caught your eye. Kim Namjoon. How ironic. He was the guy you had been crushing on for a year. You were in the same class. It was one of those situations where one of your knew who the other was and the other had no idea the one who knew them existed- it was sad. Plus you weren’t one of those cute nerdy people who was a complete introvert but somehow gets the extremely handsome, smart, popular dude in the end. You only possessed one of the three traits- a.k.a the introvert. You weren’t smart at all- speaking of which your parents signed you up for tutoring and you were starting after school tomorrow- today… in a couple of hours- damn it! You needed to get at least a couple hours of shut eye to be functioning correctly at school even though you were awkward enough as it is you were more awkward somehow while tired.

Kim Namjoon was so cool. You by accidentally not on purpose at all read one of his songs that he left behind at the library, Namjoon was going somewhere in life. You couldn’t put your finger on it just yet but you knew his name would be bigger than it was in the cliché high school walls of popularity and social standing- anyways. You “overheard” him speaking to one of his friends one day about rapping underground or something, you couldn’t really hear from the distance you were listening from. He seems like he knows what he wants to do with his life…

What did you want to do… you were still in high school but- high school is where people are supposedly supposed to figure out what they want to do for the rest of their lives. The topic scared you. Every time you were asked the question ‘what do you want to be when you’re older’ you completely avoided the question. But really why were some people so happy with their answers. For example someone would answer with the career choice of an architect, so yeah what if they become an architect- then what, they just have to endure the job for the rest of their life, grow old with someone eventually have kids then die. That’s a terrifying realization if you really think about it.

You don’t want to think about it. Shutting off your phone, Namjoon’s smile was the last thing you saw before shutting your eyes so you could try to fall asleep.

A loud noise rang out, awakening you. You groan and look for your phone again and press the shut off button. Yay school. You let out a sigh and hop out of bed.

You were half asleep in class, to be honest you had no idea what was going on. This is why tutoring was needed. The bell rang it was the end of the day- for everyone else but you. You had to go meet up with your tutor now!!! Yay-not. The library is where you were meeting. Barging into the library you walk over to where desks were. Basically the “tutor” area. You see a girl with glasses there, she looked like she was waiting. Maybe she was your tutor. You walk over to her and look down at her. “Hi, are you my tutor”, you ask and she looks up at you and raises and eyebrow then shakes her head. You sigh but also blush in embarrassment because that’s something awkward you’re gonna end up dwelling on in the middle of the night. The girl clears her throat in an uncomfortable manner and points to someone behind you. You turn around and have a heart attack from the person standing there. Kim Namjoon.

Oh god. This is horrible. How are you supposed to interact with someone you had liked for a year but never had talked to before, but somehow know a lot about him. Maybe my real tutor is standing behind him- he is tall and has broad shoulders after all- SNAP OUT OF IT!

You move to the left and look behind Namjoon. No one is there. “Y/N,Y/L/N”, he asks and you gulp at the sound of his raspy deep voice. You raise your hand. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, WHY DID YOU RAISE YOUR HAND. SO MANY REGRETS. WHAT DID YOU DO TO DESERVE THIS AWKWARD LIFE. He looks at you weirdly and lets out a small chuckle, “Uh- My name is Kim Namjoon, I’m going to be tutoring you”, he smiles and holds out his hand. He doesn’t recognize you from class at all, he really didn’t know you existed. What a confidence booster.

He told you to follow him to a different part of the library since the main “tutor area” was going to get busy. It’s quiet and it looks like no one has been in this section for a couple of days. There is a small table and you put your stuff on it, only one chair is seen.  “Ah- there is only one chair. Let me go get another one, but while I’m getting it can you set up”, he asks and you nod immediately. He walks away and you sit down. Should you leave- you could if you really wanted to.

You find yourself taking out your math binder from your backpack and opening it up. Namjoon comes back with a chair and sets it up right next to you. You heart is beating so much. He sits down and sighs. “Okay Y/N lets start.”, he says, his breath tickling your cheek.

15 minutes had passed, your blushing really hard and you zoned out and can’t concentrate because he’s really close to your face. “Just find x and we will be done for the day”, he mumbles, and you quickly find it and he looks shocked. “That’s… it’s right…”, he says. You immediately grab your binder and shove it into your backpack. “Have a nice night” you say quietly. He looks up at you, “You to… see you tomorrow”. You look down from his words and speed walk away.

*The Next Day*

You came to class early and sat in your usual spot. People slowly started coming into the classroom, you were zoned out until you saw Namjoon enter the room. You immediately blush, but don’t look away. Namjoon looks at you and then raises his eyebrow then starts walking towards you. You look away but it’s far too late. “Y/N”, his voices rings out and the room suddenly seems quiet. You look up and he smiles. “You’re in my class. Why didn’t you tell me yesterday”, he says and suddenly you can hear whispering. You nod and look down. “Namjoon whos that”, you hear Namjoon’s friend asks him. “This is who I told you about yesterday” Namjoon says and places his hand on your head and ruffles up your hair and then walks away. “Oh her”, his friend says and then you zone out completely. He touched you, your hair- wait he talked about me with his friends-Oh my god.

*Two Weeks Later*

Namjoon and you would be considered as friends now, you grew quite fond of each other through tutoring sessions. Class had ended for the day and you find yourself speed walking to the library and to the spot where you and Namjoon usually work at. You sit there and wait a couple of minutes.

A couple more minutes passed and you decided to take out your binder. 10 minutes passed and still no show. You frowned, then started to pack up your stuff up but just then you saw Namjoon walking over to you. He walked over to the chair next to you and slumped into it. “Can I not tutor you today”, he shuts his eyes while saying that. “Oh…”, you say and continue to pack your stuff but then you feel a hand wrap around you wrist. “Sit…”, he says softly and you listen sitting down awkwardly. He lets go of your wrist and sighs. “Can we just talk for a bit… I have a lot on my mind and I just need to get it off my chest”, he admits. “Sure”, you say. “I’ve been having a tough time at home, my parents want me to study harder than I already am… just so I can get into a good school. I know they are doing it because they love me, but that’s just not what I wanna do… I want to rap…”, he gets quieter towards the end of his sentence but you still managed to hear it. “You should do it then… If you really believe in yourself… you can achieve anything”, you say quietly and start fumbling with your thumbs.

“Y/N”, Namjoon says and you look over at him and he’s already looking at you. “Y-Yes”, you stutter and start to blush. “I like you”, the three words that just left his mouth put you into some sort of trance… Those three words were… they were what you had dreamed of for over a year…

The words I like you too were about to come out of your mouth but he opened his again before you had the chance. “Ah-sorry that may have sounded weird sorry for the misunderstanding. I meant like… I like you as a good friend… You really reliable… I can talk to you easily and you give good advice”, he says and then shuts his eyes and looks away. Oh… you misunderstood …. It was just a misunderstanding…. Nothing more… you were just a friend of his that he once didn’t even know about.

The Signs Dating a Gemini

Aries:  It’s like pairing the daredevil with the prankster, very bubbly and fun, go to loads of concerts together

Taurus: The couple that no one really expects but they work really well, probably do the crossword puzzles together, fights escalate easily

Gemini: Over time they’ll begin to mimic each others actions, read each other dramatic poetry, 

Cancer: Love having pillow fights and making blanket forts, really adorable together and are really good at babysitting

Leo: Rule social media with their relationship, have really romantic dinner dates for no reason, watch cartoons together

Virgo: Always going on coffee dates, really reserved in public but silly at home, always taking funny selfies and basically build the relationship on inside jokes

Libra: Really free spirited and aestheticly pleasing together, really good at sorting out their problems without getting mad

Scorpio:  One of those couples that aren’t really expected to last but they understand each other in a really weird way. Scorpio loves Gemini’s words and Gemini loves how Scorpio always know what they’re feeling

Sagittarius: Always going to festivals, love trying new things together and go camping like all the time

Capricorn: Fight a lot but in a really married couple way, always do little things for each other to show they care, look after each other in ways they don’t even realise

Aquarius: Always talking about life and different conspiracy theories, love observing others together, the type of couples to only watch movies as backgrund noise because they talk the whole time

Pisces: Literally one of my OTP’s so cute, love looking at the stars together and rambling about really deep shit, love cuddling together and watching childrens movies

Abducted (part - 2)

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: it was time that you learn why you were held captive by a god. A/N: MOMMY’S BACK!!! Man I have been having the worst of both worlds but I wrote, I fucking wrote. Tumblr gotta give me a good kid sticker. I didn’t really edit it because ya know the reason you follow me plus my laptop’s on the verge of dying. Hope you like it! (ignore the text in the gif, or actually don’t imagine all the dirty you sexy little swine)

Warnings: swearing, being chained.

Word Count: 1636

Part 1

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Petrichor. The smell after the rain had kissed the earth and nourished nature again. lying on your dirty mattress it was a great comfort. From nowhere the breeze blew against your skin, you nuzzled in your blanket. Only these comforts where what you had now. For four days you had been numb and scared, but now, you were at peace with it. you knew there was no escaping, you’d have to serve Loki, you’d have to do it all without losing your strength and hope.

You inhaled deeply and wrapped your arms around yourself, the rain had stopped. Your emotions had been quite in sync with the weather for a while now, and you hated it. you wished it could always be sunny and so that your mood could be good again.

You shook your head at this thought, it was all rubbish. Just some nonsense you made up to think that you had something special. Oh, how you wished you had some sort of magic that could overpower your captor’s. then, you kept a hand on the wall you were facing and ran a hand down on it, you wouldn’t be here. The sound of the now familiar footsteps grew closer. You sat up and fixed your now rugged clothes. He gave you the same smug smile and dragged a chair in front of you.

‘so, have I finally tired the beasty kitten?’ he asked. This man surely had a thing for sarcasm and patronizing everyone. You didn’t reply and looked at him with the same uninterested face. he may have nearly destroyed new York once, but you weren’t going to be meek or submissive. ‘human-‘

‘(y/n).’ you corrected and he quirked his brows.

‘very well, (y/n). let’s talk properly now, shall we?’ he looked at you and you nodded slightly. ‘the reason you are here is because you have something I need.’

‘I am a normal person with normal abilities, I don’t understand what is this ‘thing’ of mine that you need.’ You said sharply.

‘have you ever seen signs of things and had that thing happen?’ he asked ignoring what you said.

‘yes bu-‘

‘do you have a very strong intuition?’ he raised another question.

‘yes.’ You rolled your eyes, you were getting tired of this little game of his. ‘

do you have a good eye for colours?’

‘yeah, I –‘

‘lastly, has anything unusual happened when you experienced a strong emotion?’ he interrupted you again.

‘no….’ You furrowed your brows.

‘think again. never? Wasn’t it your birthday that you were upset about and something happened causing an electricity failure?’ he looked at you.

‘it was a coincidence!’ you threw your arms in the air. ‘What are you trying to say? Huh? Do you ever talk without being all puzzle like? What are you? the fucking riddler?’ you stood up with your chain rattling with every little movement you made.

‘calm down,’ he ordered and motioned you to sit. You sat down cross legged with your arms crossed over your chest and huffed. ‘what I am trying to say is, you have powers. ones which can be used after you have practiced.’

‘I don’t have any fucking powers.’ you scoffed.

‘you do. you should’ve noticed it. after all the weather is mimicking your mood and state of mind.’ he said and you thought for a while, was it true? Did you possess some sort of power? ‘in three months, with my help, you shall be able to use them properly. Then you will be of my use and can assist me.’

‘what if I don’t?’ you asked in a low voice.

‘I will make you.’ he grinned in a manner that sent shivers down your spine. You gulped slightly. ‘you don’t really have an option here, mortal. You really don’t. look at yourself.’ He crossed his arms. ‘now, get yourself together,’ he snapped his fingers and the lock of your chain was unlocked with a click. ‘your training begins right now.’ He stood up and started to walk.

‘no.’ you said standing there and he stopped. his brows furrowed and a bit of confusion on his face he turned in your direction.

‘pardon me, but did I hear a no?’ he tilted his head.

‘yeah, I want to take a shower. And I need some new clothes. It’s been days for god’s sake.’ He thought for a while and nodded.

‘fair enough. Follow me.’ You followed him to where his room was, that area looked no less than a palace. He stopped and turned to you.

‘do not touch anything.’ He warned and left. You looked at the neatly stacked books and the lavish looking furniture. Where did he get it from? God Ikea? Your musings were interrupted by a clearing of throat. You faced him and tried to look as innocent as possible.

‘what did I say?’ he asked and you shrugged. ‘you can use the bathroom, I have kept what you will require. You can go now.’ You nodded and paced to the bathroom.

The ‘bathroom’ was almost half the section of the second level of the warehouse. it had a bathtub near the old window with frosted glass, a marble wash basin next to it, the shower area was at the opposite wall and right in the middle was this table with soaps and a bag kept on it. you recognized it at once, it was your bag! You shuffled through it and took out a towel. You were going to take a nice long bath.

You were skipping when you walked out of the bathroom, the light feeling was great and the soaps the god used smelled amazing. Loki saw you and smirked, ‘silly girl.’ He thought.

‘save it for later, human.’ He said from his chair in which he used to read. ‘you practice now.’ He stood up.

‘how do I “practice”?’ you asked. He didn’t say anything but climbed the stairs so you followed him. ‘the bathroom?’ you furrowed your browns.

‘no, the other area.’ A creaked open as he said those words. You didn’t notice there was another door here. The room was big and had nothing in it. it was maybe what was used like some sort of storage back when the place was functioning. ‘so tell me, how do your powers function?’ he stood facing you.

‘I don’t know?…’ you said.

‘ah yes, they’re new…. This is going to be much harder than I anticipated….’ he said mostly to himself. He walked further keeping hand on his chin. It felt so weird, the man you were so scared of wasn’t so freighting right now. He stopped and looked at the ceiling. The idea just might work.

‘mortal!’ he called. ‘come here!’ He said and tied ribbons on the ceiling with a movement of hands. ‘try to move these.’ He said.

‘I don’t think I can.’ You stared at the ribbons.

‘one thing I learned from my experience, if you believe you can’t, you won’t, if you believe you can, you will.’ He circled the ribbons dangling in the air. ‘what do you think this power does, mortal?’ his voice was much softer. ‘feel what it can do.’ you closed your eyes and tried to feel. ‘what feels natural to you? what is that voice inside you saying?’ he moved around you speaking gently.

‘The air.’ You breathed. ‘it feels like, like a part of me.’ you felt like some part of you lived in the air.

‘good, now envision what you desire to do.’ he was close to you could tell but there wasn’t a warmth a normal human would’ve radiated. You moved, or maybe the air which was an extension of you. you opened your eyes and the ribbons blew in the other direction. It was a weak gust of wind but you could feel it. maybe it was true, you possessed something unique.

‘well done for the first attempt.’ He took a step back. You didn’t reply, you felt lighter than a feather. ‘let’s take it a step further.’ He said and you gave him a confused look. He grabbed your hand, twirled you around and made your back crash into his chest. before you made a noise covered your mouth with his big hand. ‘shh….. your emotions are what highly affect your powers.’ you could feel his breath on your face. ‘I want you think of all the bad things that have ever happened to you. see darkness is very strong. Tell me what saddens you.’ he removed his hand and you looked down.

‘I have always regretted opening my mouth in front of people who don’t give a shit about me.’ you said.

‘how about give and take then? I will give you something you need if you do as I say.’ It seemed like a fair deal.

‘where do I start?’ you chuckled sadly. ‘it goes way too back.’

‘why not use what destroyed you then?’ he said loosening his grip. ‘think of it, let the anger fuel you, feed off it.’ he said and so you did. all those things that made you anxious, depressed. You then let the hurt swirl, you didn’t know how it was possible but you did it. the air around you wasn’t still now, it started swirling, Loki smiled a content smile. his idea had worked. The air current was very strong, you opened your eyes and saw how you were standing between the ring of air and dust you had created. Something went wrong then, the room began spinning, you started losing balance and were starting to fall but he caught you. The wind died as your eyes began to close.

‘congratulations, human.’ You saw his blurry face but it cleared as you strained your eyes. ‘you are magic.’ You heard and closed your eyes.

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prompt (if you're up for it): victor pining over yuuri who's currently in a relationship w/ someone else?? yuuri turns to victor for advice once the relationship turns rocky as yuuri's SO figures out the feelings between the two of them (but yuuri hasn't realized it yet). eventually, yuuri either figures out on his own or has a confrontation w/ yuuri about the whole situation and breaks up amicably with the other person to be w/ victor

Not Jealous

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Victor isn’t jealous.

(It’s a mantra engraved in his mind, those three words.)

He’s not jealous as Yuuri holds someone else’s hand.

He’s not jealous as he catches them hugging outside of Ice Castle before Yuuri comes inside to practice.

He’s not jealous when he catches the other man giving Yuuri a kiss on the cheek before a competition. Absolutely not. That doesn’t make his knuckles turn white, doesn’t make his entire body stiffen.

Victor isn’t jealous.

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merry christmas, dean winchester // deancas coda to the hiatus 

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Castiel can still reach people through their dreams. He hasn’t done it in a while, mostly because he doesn’t have that many people to reach. The one he enjoys talking to the most is thankfully, more often than not, only a phone call away. But it’s not like that these days, with Dean locked up somewhere unknown. It’s been over six weeks and all Cas gets are random bursts of longing and prayers that he can’t respond to. It aches, and what’s worse is that it’s December, and the streets of Kansas are brightening up with christmas trees and lights and people walking hand and hand and pointing to the best presents in the windows. It’s supposed to be a happy month.
It’s only when a loneliness worse than usual hits him, the night of Christmas Eve, that he thinks of reaching Dean through his dreams. He had decided against it before, fearing that seeing him, even for a little while, without being able to bring him home would make the absence even worse.
He lays down in his bunker room, smiling at the familiarity of Dean’s things scattered around everywhere.
And then he retires into the back of his mind, following a pattern that he feared he had forgotten, climbing to that longing that was always feebly there, like the background of everything.
When he finds Dean, he finds him in the bunker’s kitchen, gearing up a christmas tree. Guess he was thinking of Christmas as well.

“Hello Dean,” he says, glad to be able to utter those words again after so long.

Dean gives him a weird side-aways look.

“Is it really you or am I just dreaming you?”

“It’s me,” Cas replies with a gesture that is supposed to be a sort of here I am.

“Popping around in my dreams again, uh?” Dean smiles. “That’s good. I missed you.” 

Dean looks tired, worn-out.

“I wish it didn’t have to be like this,” Cas starts, feeling a grip build in his throat.

“I’m working with your mum but wherever they’re keeping you is…”

“Off the radar, yeah.” Dean shrugs. “Don’t sweat it. I know you’re probably being all angsty in the bunker but this really isn’t your fault.”

Cas huffs out a bitter laugh. Not really the way he sees it.

“Anyway, it’s almost Christmas out there right?”

“Only a few hours away,” Cas confirms.

“Good. It’s probably the right time to give you this then,” Dean says, puling out a little wrapped box from his pocket.

“How did you-” Cas starts, but Dean winks and he seems so radiant that he’s short of words for a moment.

“Hey, it’s my dream after all.”

Cas takes the little box and carefully unwraps it: there is a tiny wooden angel inside, the ones that usually end up on top of Christmas trees.

“Couldn’t help but seeing the resemblance there,” Dean teases him and Cas can’t hold back a sincere smile.

“Want to do the honour?” Dean adds pointing to the half-decorated tree behind him. So Cas does and once the angel is put in place he steps back to admire how real all of it seems. How nice it would be if it were.

“I think the guards are going to wake me up soon.”

Cas immediately stiffens, trying to accept the idea that it could all fade away in seconds. He turns to Dean, who is still there, solid, warm. His hand inevitably reaches for his face then, and Dean just closes his eyes and leans into it.
They stay like that, until Dean does the very same thing and wraps both his hands on Cas’s cheeks. It’s agonising, because both their holds are growing tighter by the second, and Cas realises they both want to pull each other closer and just be done with it; and their faces do grow closer, one slow millimetre every second, and if he closes his eyes he can pretend it’s really happening and he’s really kissing Dean on Christmas Eve in the bunker’s kitchen with a shiny tree behind them.
But then, just as quickly, he feels the warmth slip away from beneath his fingers.

“Merry Christmas, Dean Winchester,” he whispers, his eyes now closed because he can’t stand seeing it vanish.

“Merry Christmas Cas,” is the last thing he hears before he’s back in the darkness of Dean’s empty room. 


✨  Learn Spanish with Harry Potter! V ⚡️

It’s been a while! Here’s another episode of Harry Potter. Today: El Sombrero Seleccionador (The Sorting Hat)

⭐️  Transcript:

Hermione: El techo no es real, está encantado para que parezca el cielo nocturno. Lo sé porque leí la historia de Hogwarts. 

Prof. McGonagall: Esperen aquí, por favor. Ahora, antes de comenzar el profesor Dumbledore les dirigirá algunas palabras.
Prof. Dumbledore: Antes que nada, me gustaría decir algunas cosas. Los nuevos deben recordar que los estudiantes no pueden entrar al Bosque Prohibido bajo ninguna circunstancia. Y nuestro celador, el señor Filch, me pidió que les recordara que el pasillo del tercer piso del lado derecho está prohibido para todos aquellos que no pretendan sufrir una muerte aterradora. Gracias.

Prof. McGonagall: Cuando diga su nombre, se acercarán, les pondré el sombrero seleccionador y sabrán cuál es su casa. 
¡Hermione Granger!
Hermione: Ay no, tranquila, relájate.
Ron: Parece muy extraña, es en serio. 
Sombrero Seleccionador: Ah, excelente. Exacto, ¡sí! ¡Gryffindor!
Percy: Bien hecho. 

Prof. McGonagall: ¡Draco Malfoy!
Gregory: Suerte.
Sombrero Seleccionador: ¡Slytherin!
Ron: Yo sé que todos los magos perversos han estado en Slytherin.
Prof. McGonagall: ¡Susan Bones!

Harry: ¡Ah!
Ron: Harry, ¿qué tienes?
Harry: Nada. Estoy bien.
Sombrero Seleccionador: ¡Ya sé! ¡Hufflepuff!

Prof. McGonagall: ¡Ronald Weasley!
Sombrero Seleccionador: ¡Já! Otro Weasley, ya sé qué haré contigo. ¡Gryffindor!

Prof. McGonagall: ¡Harry Potter!
Sombrero Seleccionador: Difícil, esto es muy difícil. Veo que tienes valor y una mente muy valiosa. Veo talento, así es, y una sed para probar que eres digno. Pero, ¿dónde te pondré?
Harry: No en Slytherin, no en Slytherin. 
Sombrero Seleccionador: No en Slytherin, ¿eh? ¿Estás seguro? Harías cosas grandiosas. Todo está aquí en tu cabeza y Slytherin te impulsará en el camino hacia la grandeza, de eso no hay duda, no.
Harry: Te lo suplico. No en Slytherin, no en Slytherin. 
Sombrero Seleccionador: Bueno, si estás seguro. Te pondré en: ¡Gryffindor!

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Four Little Words


Summary: Tony and Steve ask Bucky to explain what the tickling community is.

A/N: I’m so proud of this fic. So, so proud of this fic.

This was created when an anon suggested I use Stuckony for this one idea I had where I didn’t know what characters to use for.

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“I want to understand this whole tickling thing and its community better.”

Bucky nearly had a heart attack when he heard those words. “You- what?”

Tony repeated himself, but Bucky didn’t panic any less the second time. “I know it’s a huge part of your life, and I just want to understand it more.”

“If you want to tell us, that is,” Steve added.

Bucky, quite frankly, didn’t know what to say. Ever since he’d told them about his little liking a week prior he’d refused to ever say anything similar to those words again. He’d been lucky that they’d accepted him without question, and they did tickle him a little more now, but he’d never thought his two boyfriends would want to know more. To be honest he wasn’t really sure how to explain it all either.

He shifted awkwardly where he was sitting on their bed. “What do you want to know?”

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anonymous asked:

I read the nans post about what wanda said and my only response is facepalm. I'm inclined to think the post I read isn't nanfiction thats its Wanda sounding like a foolish old woman oversharing the state of her famous sons relationship. Or more likely trying to lie its real but sort of putting her foot in her mouth. 'Hope the marriage lasts' doesn't sound like its a soulmate type of marriage does it? That everything is happily ever after flowers and rainbows that the nans imagine. TiP indeed.

I don’t think Wanda is a foolish old woman oversharing, I think she is smarter than that, at least a little bit even if she sometimes forgets the timeline, hahaa. I even think there might be a reason why she said all those things (or I’m giving her way too much credit, idk). I find it still weird that IF she said all those things why she suddenly started to share all sorts of private details (fake and real) like when B is moving as if he doesn’t have enough nan stalkers already. Tip? I don’t know about that, we’ll see if this has any implications at all later on. For now, I think they are still trying to make it look real, but of course, as I said, we’ll see.

The important thing is: the ‘happily married, father’ narrative still only exists in words, there is no visual evidence of it whatsoever. Last public showing of B and sh was in the beginning of December…oh, and just seen we have yet another no-show at Hay’s LL. There might be something happening bts, that is the longest we haven’t seen sh. I think we will know more soon, I’m guessing by the end of the summer we’ll see how B will be marketed for HW’s next Oscar campaign: ‘married with kids’ or ‘newly single divorced’ or ‘divorced and happy with new gf’. Who knows?

Our First Date, Our Perfect Future

Genre: Fluff It’ll probably rot your teeth out.

Word Count: 1.7 k

Summary: Song fic!to First Date by Blink-182. Phil walks you through his emotions on his first date with Dan, the love he felt for him, how Dan looked, how beautiful he was. How everything about how Dan looked made his heart flutter and his stomach fill with butterflies. Phil walks you through how he felt on their first date, what happened and how he was so in love with Dan it hurt. Then, the end of the fic is present day Phil, much older. How he feels about the first date, how that amazing and awkward first date, led to an amazing future. And how lucky he feels to have Dan be with him still, even after all these years.

A/N: I was really, really off my tits sad and I wanted to write something fluffy and this is what came out of it. If any of you haven’t heard First Date, I recommend you do. It’s a very nice song, and that’s why I chose it to write a song fic too. I’m sorry it’s so short, it’s 2: 30 in the morning, so I wasn’t very awake.


In the car I just can’t wait,
To pick you up on our very first date.
Is it cool if I hold your hand?
Is it wrong if I think it’s lame to dance?​

​My first date with Dan? I guess I could start with how he looked. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a Smosh t-shirt. His hair was straightened but he didn’t really put an effort into it because he knew I thought it was cute when it was curly. His eyes were so brown, like a cesspool of caramel and chocolate drizzle, like you could see the universe within them if you looked hard enough, how they flicked back and forth over everything excitedly. How you could see that as he looked at the yard, the grass and then up at me while he walked towards my car, how you could see his thoughts were racing. How his skin was so pale, and yet it was a milky tan. How his whole silhouette was that of perfection. How he wore his favorite earrings, the ones he saved for special occasions. I remember how I felt. How I felt honored that the earrings he saved for weddings and bar mitzvahs and such were worthy of a date with me. How his walk was anxious, he was clearly nervous. His smile was plastered across his face, a grin so wide it made my heart rush. His teeth were such a good feature. I think it completed his whole appearance that night. To know that a date with me was worthy of such a beautiful smile? God it was heart-warming.

Do you like my stupid hair?
Would you guess that I didn’t know what to wear?
I’m too scared of what you think.
You make me nervous so I really can’t eat

​My first date with Dan? I opened the door for him, trying to seem like a gentleman. I was terrified that I would mess up. I shut his door and saw him buckle up as I walked around and got in with him, starting the car and driving forward. I felt slightly self-conscious, I was in a car, going on a date, with the most beautiful human I had ever laid eyes on. I felt like my hair was off, I didn’t think my clothes were right, I was so nervous my knees wobbled slightly as I pushed on the gas pedal and drove. I had my hand on my thigh as I drove, nibbling the inside of my cheek. We talked, his voice ringing through my ears. You know that one sound, that one beautiful noise, that makes you feel assured? That comforting feeling you get from the melody and intro of a certain song? A song or a tune that makes you feel safe and amazes you each time you hear it? That night I realized that Dan’s voice was that noise for me. The deep, solid, southern accented voice of his. His words ran across my thoughts as I listened carefully, god I was so head over heels for him. We had been friends for years, and finally I got the courage to as him out.

​We got to the café I had chosen for our first date, the one we met in when we were 15, 3 whole years ago. We sat down, his eyes darting around slowly, before glancing back at me and smiling broadly and my heart, my heart filled with an undeniable warmth that I had never felt before. He ordered a drink and some food, and I did the same. But I only played with my food and ate some, I was too focused on his words, what he was saying and doing. He was so gorgeous. His lips were so pink, slightly chapped and glossy with chap stick in a failed attempt to fix the issue. But it was cute, I wanted so badly to press my lips to his but no, I wanted our first kiss to be perfect and dammit it was. His speech was quick and excited, he was happy. I could see it in his expression how happy he was to be here with me. I reached across the table and took his hand, squeezing it gently and lifting it to kiss it. He turned pink, I remember how he flushed bright pink too.

When you smile I melt inside,
I’m not worthy for a minute of your time.
I really wish it was only me and you.
I’m jealous of everybody in the room.

​My first date with Dan? It lasted for hours it felt like. But not in the bad drawn out and tedious way. In the way that holding his hand, the warmth of his palm and his fingers on my knuckles, made me never want to leave. How when my eyes met his, the brown and golds of autumn leaves swarming together, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be sitting there on a date with him. It sounds so cheesy, god it sounds fucking cheesy. But you can’t make love out to be something it isn’t, and this cheesy stuff is what I was feeling. Everyone else in the room disappeared, or seemingly so I guess. Dan was focused on me; I was engaged in our conversation so deep it felt like some sort of subspace of just us. Some old man gave us a weird stare, but I couldn’t have cared less even if I tried. Because his hand was in mine still, his getting clammy and mine as well. We were both nervous. His skin was so pretty, his tan skin against my pale white. His fingers laced with mine, his words and thoughts, his expressions and feelings, his heart and mind, his whole being dedicated to me on our first date. Like an honor.

Please don’t look at me with those eyes,
Please don’t hint that you’re capable of lies.
I dread the thought of our very first kiss.
A target that I’m probably gonna miss.

​My first date with Dan? I brought up a thing I liked, that I knew he didn’t like due to our years of friendship. His expression changed a little as he tried to lie and say he was getting into it; he was obviously trying to impress me. I smiled softly at him and kissed his knuckles again, shaking my head. I told him it was alright that he didn’t like it, I only had brought it up because it was relevant to our conversation. His smile pulling up, his teeth flashing and his expression going back to its usual beauty. I squeezed his hand gently, and he sipped his drink. We talked about everything under the sun, music, anime, television, Corey Haim, etcetera. We talked about Buffy, we talked about Muse, we talked about the film Dream A Little Dream, we talked about how school was and how he was doing bad in science, and how he got a D. I made a crack saying he might get the D in a few weeks and he turned pink and giggle, blushing hard and smiling at me.

Finally it was time to head home, we threw out our cups and went out to my car. We held hands in the car, he plugged his phone into the car and played our favorite Muse album, singing along and fake drumming and being a goof ball, the goof nut I feel in love with. I squeezed his hand, my chest tightening with insatiable amounts of love for this boy. We got to his house and I walked him to his front porch. We chatted about how much fun it was, I promised to call him as soon as I got home. He smiled and looked down bashfully, I could tell what he wanted. He was just too shy. I lifted his chin up with two fingers, and I leaned forward slightly and our noses bumped, and we both giggled softly, I tilted my head more and pressed my lips to his, kissing him gently. I didn’t push it, no tongue, nothing deep and frisky. Just a 6 second, long kiss, one where when I pulled away it felt like static. Like two things that create a spark were being pulled away from each other which was what we essentially were.

“I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you too, Philly.” He said back.

He pecked my cheek softly and turned around, walking into his house and shutting the door. I could hear him skip up the stairs and hum happily. I went to my car and went home.

Forever, and ever.
Let’s make this last forever,
Forever and ever!
Let’s make this last forever.

​My first date with Dan? It led to my future with Dan. Right now, my 4 year daughter is asleep in my arms. Her name is Mallary Anne, I chose her name when we adopted her. Dan is leaning on my shoulder, snoring softly. In his arms fast asleep is our 8 month old son Mason, Dan named him. My arm is draped around my sleeping husband, my other holding my little girl close. She’s sucking her thumb, mumbling about something in her sleep. Mason is letting out soft snores just like his daddy, his hair curly in a way similar to Dan’s naturally. I kiss Mallary’s head, and feel her roll over and lay her head against my chest and sigh in her sleep. We all four fell asleep watching a film, but I woke up thirsty. But I forgot about water when I saw my family.

My beautiful husband, drained from work and fast asleep against my shoulder. My little girl, her hair blonde and wavy and messed up against me, sucking her thumb and letting out soft sighs. The love of my life holding our son close, my little boy, his hair curly and brown, his eyes shut and his little snores filling the room along with Dan’s. I remember mine and Dan’s first date perfectly. Wanna know why? Because without that amazing first date, without the feeling in my chest when I was with Dan, without that nervous and awkward first kiss, I would have never, ever been as happy as I am now. No one had ever looked at me the way Dan did that night, the way Dan still does. And I am to this day thankful that he did and does. I love him, I love my babies. I love my life. And I owe it all to my first date with Dan. He’s my forever. And god I couldn’t ask for a better eternity then the one I’m going to get with him.

anonymous asked:

A classic someone walks in on Andreil fic lmao ;)

ok so I’ve to say writing from Nicky’s point of view is always so much fun !!! thanks for the prompt it was super relaxing n fun tbh, hope you like it.

on ao3

“Shit, I’m late” And though it’s not that common for Nicky to be late to things, classes are important for him, mind you. It’s not that usual that he stays up the night to study and he hasn’t really, in fact, he’s spent the night playing Overwatch with Matt and Dan. He’s always liked them and having time to share with them is kind of fun, despite wanting to make comments they wouldn’t approve of. Anyway, it’s not like Aaron and Kevin approved of his comments, “Have you seen that one ugly ass giant blue book with yellow shit on the cover?”

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I love your blog so much~ Could I request some thing like Kuroo has a childhood best friend, and they're very comfortable with each other. (Sleepovers, wearing his clothes.) One night he tells her his feelings when she gets jealous of another girl, and angrily tells him to go out with her?

Man, I keep making these Kuroo ones super long because I’m in love with him. Enjoy!

“Tetsuuuuuuu,” you whined.

You dropped onto your back and stretched your arms over your head with a yawn. The two of you had been sitting at the table doing homework for what felt like hours. Kuroo was still writing studiously, and you watched him work with a grimace.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, never looking up from his paper.

“Why aren’t you wearing your glasses?”

“I forgot them upstairs,” he replied.

You heaved a dramatic sigh before getting up and disappearing down the hallway. Your footsteps thundered up the stairs and he could hear you moving around in his room. When you came back down, you were clasping his reading glasses in your hand. You’d also put on one of his sweatshirts.

“Thanks,” he said, putting out his hand.

“Stop forgetting them, you’re gonna strain your eyes,” you chided, passing him the glasses.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he mumbled.

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Maybe one where you and Jack are best friends and you're worried that he isn't happy bc he's drinking a lot more and snapping at you. After a small fight you ask him what's wrong and he confesses that the band is stressing him and eventually in his rambling he says he likes you and fluff. (Maybe smut, if the situation allows) thank you! :)


“Jaaaack, stop tickling me,” I giggled. Jack wouldn’t stop and just kept going at it. “Jack! That tickles!”

“That’s the point,” Jack laughed. He wouldn’t stop and I just kept kicking him. I kicked a little too hard and he stopped completely with a hurt look on his face.

“Oh no, are you okay?”

He didn’t look at me just walked away. What the hell? I thought. He usually wasn’t all that upset when I sometimes hurt him. Which was a lot since he tickled me constantly.

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So what exactly is the deal with Echoes Act 3 as the next stage for Echoes? I mean, Echoes Acts 1 and 2's powers all revolved around sound effects. So how does it go from, making sounds, to making sounds come to life, and then to making your opponent heavier? Don't get me wrong, i love Echoes. But this always bothered me.

No idea friend. I always sort of felt like Koichi was a design tribute to Akira Toriyama. He was inexplicably shorter than all of the characters, but very expressive, sort of like Krillin. And his stand had a lot of bug like forms, which took some design cues from creatures like Cell with the transforming into other forms, ending in Act 3 where it sort of looked like a cross between Piccolo and Krillin. Pics for reference:

it mostly stands out on the arm muscles, where they break off into those weird little sections, but yeah. Everything about Koichi just sort of screams DBZ to me.

yeah ok but in ‘the hub’

when ward tells fitz to go because he’s realized the extraction plan isn’t real and tells him to leave in an effort to protect him

and fitz refuses to go and gets upset at the implication that he needs to run and ward doesn’t

and he tells ward that coulson told him to take care of him too and that he’s not going anywhere

and ward gets this sort of weird look on his face before he nods

that’s probably because that might literally be the first time that someone has said those words to grant ward in his entire life