though i tried to keep a lot out

Free Condoms With Purchase

Summary: Derek is an ace guy working at a sex shop, and he has a bit of a crush on one of the regulars (who he might have come out to, oops).

Notes: Written for the Aro/Ace Wolves Mini Bang! (On AO3)

I forgot to add that this fic now has some lovely art! Check it out!


Derek looks up from his calculus textbook when he hears the bell jingle, and he has to suppress a smile. This guy’s a regular. He usually comes in every couple of weeks, awkward and overly-enthusiastic. He gets in to animated conversations with other patrons, flails a lot, and almost always manages to knock something off a shelf.

And he’s cute.

Really cute.

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Sharpie Promises

Originally posted by escaped-ocelot

Raphael x Reader

Sharpie Promises

Note: I don’t know if I’ll publish this or not, but basically, I’m a ho for TMNT and soulmate AUs and I’ve never seen a TMNT Soulmate AU, so here you go. It’s the 2k14/2k16 turtles btw. Idk. I might do more of these if you guys like it.

Raphael wasn’t human. He had struggled with this, but had eventually come to terms with the fact. He didn’t have a soulmate and he wouldn’t ever find love. Not in a world full of humans. He tried to be all right with it. Keyword: tried.

It wasn’t until he was working out one day that he felt something cold and wet travelling across his left forearm. Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. He removed his three-fingered hands from the weight he had been lifting and sat up to examine it.

Hi.

Messy black letters written in Sharpie. His green eyes narrowed. What was this? He had never felt or seen anything like this. But there it was, plain as day on his arm. He stared at it, afraid that the words would disappear, but no. They stayed right where they were. And then soon after, more appeared from nowhere, as though a ghost was writing on his arm with an invisible marker.

So, it’s like three in the morning here and I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but um, hi.

A long pause. Raph stared in amazement, too shocked to say anything.

You’re probably asleep, aren’t you? Dammit. Well, um…bye, I guess.

He had never run so fast in his life.

“Woah, woah, watch it!” Donnie raised his arms as Raph pushed his chair away from his station and grabbed a Sharpie, pulling off the cap between his teeth and scrawling in the empty space on his arm.

Wait.

***

Your heart raced as a response finally appeared.

Wait.

Big, messy letters that you could tell had been written in a rush.

I’m here. Who are you? What’s happening?

You stared at the letters, the handwriting. Your stomach dropped, the nerves kicking in. This was it. This was your soulmate. You had no idea how this worked. No one did, but it worked, and that was all that mattered. A magical pen-pal from far away, probably. Why anyone would be up at this ungodly hour besides you was beyond you. But now you had to reply. You turned over your arm to write back.

I’m (Y/N). Your soulmate, I think. I don’t know…this is what everyone else does, but I’ve always been too shy to try.

***

Soulmate.

Raph’s heart skipped a beat when the word was written on his arm. Soulmate. He had a soulmate. He actually had…Oh my God.

“Raph, are you crying?” Mikey asked, looking up at his older brother, whose eyes certainly looked a little misty.

“N-no. I just got dirt in my eye. Go away.” He sniffled and smiled.

“Whatcha doin’?” the youngest turtle looked over Raph’s shoulder and scanned a few words before he raised his arm far above Mikey’s head, but he had already seen it. Soulmate. “You…you have a soulmate?”

“I guess so.” Raph shrugged. By now, Donnie and Leo were paying attention to what was happening.

“You have a what?” Donnie’s head snapped around. He pulled down Raph’s arm to examine it. But there it was, plain as day. What the internet described as a ‘soulmate exchange’. “I didn’t think it was scientifically possible for you…for us to have…”

“Are you serious?” Leo came over to look.

“What do I look like? A freakin’ museum?” Raph snapped. “Now go away. I gotta write ‘er back.” The others gave him some space as he walked over to the couch and sat down, the tip of the Sharpie hovering over his green arm.

Soulmate, huh? Did think I had one of those. Name’s Raphael. Nice to meet ya.

***

What are you, a renaissance artist? Lol JK

Something like that.

So where are you from, Mr. Renaissance Artist?

New York, New York.

Seattle, Washington. Well, this might be a little complicated, huh?

Something like that…

***

You wrote to Raphael until the sun came up and then you crashed. You had thought it was a dream until you saw the words written there the next morning. You had a soulmate. His name was Raphael. He was from New York.

But at least he existed. It could be a lot worse.

It wasn’t until about noon, three o’clock there, that you wrote to him again, after having wiped your arm off to give you more room to write.

Good morning.

You wake up at noon?

Only when I’m up until sunrise talking to my soulmate.

Fair enough.

So how’s your day been?

Overwhelming.

Fair enough.

***

Leo, Donnie, and Mikey were all bunched behind Raphael to watch.

“Go away!”

“Dude, we just wanna watch.” Mikey whined.

“Go! Away!”

“All right, sheesh,” Donnie walked back to his lab, and Leo and Mikey reluctantly walked away.

So…

He wrote.

What’cha wanna talk about?

I don’t know.

What’s it like in Seattle?

Rainy. What’s it like in New York?

Noisy. He replied, a smirk spreading across his scarred lips. How old are you?

Seventeen.

Same.

Nice. How tall are you?

Like 6’5”-ish.

Holy shit! You’re gonna have to bend down to kiss me.

Kiss you. He was going to kiss you. Eventually. A new concept. Butterflies spread through his stomach, but he tried to play it off.

You a shorty?

Compared to you, yeah. Always had a thing, for tall guys, though. No worries. ;)

He smiled.

Got any hobbies? You asked.

Ninjitsu, bein’ a giant mutant turtle, etc…

Uh, I knit sometimes. And I work out. A lot.

Mr. Muscles the Knitting Renaissance Artist. You keep getting better and better.

So what do you do for fun, Shorty in Seattle?

Oh you know, read, write, spend ungodly amounts of time on the internet.

Sounds fun.

It is. So, anyways, I’ve been looking into New York travel recently (and by recently I mean right now immediately) for reasons, you know. Anyway, what area of New York should I travel to in…ten months when I go to college (that I’ve just applied to) there?

***

After a long day of talking to you and patrolling and trying to work out, Raph was exhausted. He laid in his top bunk, reading your ramble with a smile.

After replying, he knew it was time to go to sleep.

I’m wiped. I gotta sleep.

Oh, okay. Goodnight Raph.

Night, (nickname).

I love you.

His heart skipped a beat.

I love you too.

I can’t wait to meet you.

Already countin’ down the days, babe.

Me too.

***

Weeks later, you got an idea.

So, theoretically, if I were to Skype you, would you pick up?

I don’t have a Skype.

I want to hear your voice.

I can call you, if you want. I just don’t do video chats?

Why?

Because I’m a giant freaking mutant turtle and I don’t want my soulmate to hate and/or be afraid of me.

I want to see you for the first time in person.

All right then. Here’s my number.

You waited in bated breath for your phone to ring, and then suddenly it did. Your thumb hovered above the accept button. You felt like your whole body was trembling.

“Hey there.” You could hear the shaking in your voice. He chuckled, and already you loved the sound of his laugh.

“Hey yourself,”

“Oh my God, I love your voice.” You gushed.

“I love yours too, shorty.”

“Aaaaah! Your accent is so hot!”

“Heh, yeah.” He smiled.

“Ooh, are you talking to (Y/N)?” Mikey asked. “Can I say hi?”

“No, you can’t. Shoo.”

“Who’s that?” You asked.

“My little brother.” Mikey tried to reach up and grab Raph’s phone, but he squirmed away from him. “Mikey, go away!”

“But-!”

“Go away!”

“I wanna say hi to your girlfriend!!”

“Mikey, leave Raph alone.” Leo smirked from across the lair. The youngest brother left, deflated.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Where were we?”

“I was gushing over your very attractive voice, Mr. Muscles.”

“Ah. Right.” He tried not to blush and failed miserably. A slow smirk snuck across his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too!”

***

“Did you get it yet?” Raph called you a few months before you were supposed to arrive. As the day approached, he got more and more anxious. You would be here in New York and he wouldn’t be able to skirt around the truth anymore. He was a giant turtle and you were a human girl. It wasn’t going to work out.

But nonetheless, he had sent you something. Something to remember him by if it didn’t work out, he supposed.

“It came in today! I haven’t opened it yet, though. I’m going to right now. Give me a sec, I’m gonna put you on speaker.”

“All right.” Raph listened as you set down your phone and put him on speaker. Then came the noise of you cutting the tape and opening the small cardboard box and sifting through the tissue paper.

“Oh my gosh! It’s amazing! I love it! You really made this?”

“I did.” He smirked. You held up the perfect little pendant. A polished wooden turtle that Raphael had carved himself. It hung from a simple twine string. You put it on immediately, tying the necklace around your neck. You let your fingers run over all of the intricate little grooves.

“I’m never taking it off, I hope you know that.”

“I’m flattered.” He chuckled. “I can’t wait to see how it looks on ya.”

“I can’t wait to see you.”

A nervous little laugh.

“Yeah. Pretty soon, now.”

“It couldn’t come soon enough.” You smiled warmly. “It’s late. I’m gonna get some sleep. Exams tomorrow and then I’m out of school for the summer. And then, only two months until I get to see you.”

“Well, you rest up, shorty. Get good grades. I don’t want ya to fail.”

“Good night. I love you.”

“I love ya too. Night.”

When he hung up, he stared at the ceiling. God, what was he gonna do?

***

You were full of jitters when you landed in New York two short months later. The time had crawled by so slow, but you passed the time. And now you were here, the center of the modern world.

“I’m here! I just landed! When do you want to meet up?”

“Um, how about you get settled? Go to your apartment or whatever. I’ll come over tonight.”

“Okay.” Your heart raced. “Okay. I’ll see you then. I’ll uh, get you the address once I find it.”

“Sounds like a plan. Stay safe. I’ll see ya tonight.”

“See you.” When you hung up, Raph started to pace through the lair.

“I’m going to see her tonight. Oh my God. She’s gonna find out I’m a giant turtle and she’s gonna hate me.”

“Statistically, after ten months of-”

“No more science bulllshit, Don! I’m a freak! She’s gonna run screamin’ and I’ll never see her again!”

“It’ll be fine, Raph. You’re over reacting. As usual.” Leo’s tone was cool, annoyed. “She loves you. We’d have to be blind not to see that.”

“I guess we’ll find out tonight, huh?” He slumped onto the couch, a deep dread setting in. Tonight was not going to be pretty. He knew it.

***

After you had unpacked and met your roommate, a very nice woman named April who had been searching for a roommate for some time now, you called Raph and gave him an address. He asked about how things were and so you told him about your roommate. He chuckled. Well, that might make things a little easier. He told you he wasn’t far and he would be over in a few.

“Who’s that?” April asked after you hung up.

“My soulmate. He’s the reason I moved here, actually. He’s coming here if that’s okay.”

“More than fine with me.” She smiled. “What’s his name?”

“Raphael.” You told her. Her face lit up in surprise. Now the turtle necklace she had complimented you on when you walked in made a whole lot of sense. She doubted that you knew why though.

So this was the (Y/N) he had talked about. His soulmate. Shorty from Seattle.

“Nice name.”

“I know, right?” Your phone buzzed. “Oh my God, it’s him.”

“Hey babe, come outside.” You stood there in confusion for a second. “Fire escape.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be down in a sec.” You nodded, tucking the phone away. Your heart raced as you climbed out the window and down the metal fire escape to the alley below. There, in the shadows stood a very tall, very large silhouette.

“Hey there.” It was him. His voice. In person. “I uh, I need ya to promise me something, gorgeous.”

“What?”

“Just…p-promise you won’t scream.”

“Why would I-?”

“Promise.”

“I promise.” You stated certainly.

“I, uh, I ain’t exactly…normal.”

“I love you, Raph.”

“You won’t when you see me.” His voice was quiet as all of his insecurities came to the surface.

“Raphael,” You reached out for him, hand forward for a long few moments until his three-fingered green one met it, pressing against it like Tarzan and Jane. Something familiar and something foreign. You gasped quietly, but when he moved to pull away, you gripped one of his large fingers. “Please.”

He let out a long sigh, considering bolting then and there, but he gave in and took a few slow, heavy steps out of the dark to where you could see him. Your soulmate was a giant mutant turtle. He waited for the sting of rejection, for the tears of disappointment streaming down your cheeks, but they never came. Instead, you pulled his muscular arms around yourself, clinging to him as though this was your last chance. He held you tight against his plastron, his knees giving out in the wave of relief that washed over him. Raph buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt hot tears against your skin.

Thank you.” A broken whisper from his scarred lips. “Thank you.”

“I love you.” You kissed his cheek and then his forehead, and you lifted his face to look at the green face under the tattered red bandana.

“All ‘uh this don’t bug you?” He asked, tear-filled green eyes searching yours. “You don’t care that I’m a freak?”

“You’re not a freak, Raphael.” The feeling of your soft skin against his face drove him up the wall in the best possible way. “Not to me.”

“Are ya just sayin’ that because I’m your soulmate?”

“I mean it.” You locked eyes with him and he felt as though you were staring into his soul. His smile was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. Curiosity sparked behind your eyes as you examined every inch of him, taking him in. “What are you?”

There wasn’t hatred or fear in your voice, only awe.

“I’m a mutant. A turtle. Hence the uh-” he motioned to the necklace around your neck. “That.”

“I love turtles,” You whispered as you kissed his snout. You were so close. So close he could just about…

You closed the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t know how to respond, but followed his instincts and tried his hardest to kiss you back. His large hands held your hips and your small hands framed his jaw before moving to his shoulders, fingers gently searching the terrain of his shell.

When you finally pulled away from him, you looked at him for a long time.

“Hey do you wanna come up for pizza?” April called down from the apartment window.

“Yeah, sure April. Are the guys coming?”

“Just got off the phone with Leo. They’re on their way.”

“Wait, you two know eachother?” You asked. Raph smiled and shrugged, finally getting to his feet and taking you with him. God, he was so tall.

“We go way back.” April smiled. “I named him.”

“What?”

“Long story. Come on, shorty.” He picked you up off of the ground as if you weighed nothing and carried you on his hip, your feet dangling a foot in the air. “’Bout time you met my brothers, huh?”

***

After you had met his brothers and enjoyed some celebratory pizza, the six of you had settled down to watch a movie. At the moment, Raph was spread out on the couch with you laying on top of him and a cozy red blanket draped over both of you. He nuzzled into your neck as your hands traced gentle circles on his plastron.

“I love you, Raphael.” You kissed his jaw. He hummed contentedly.

“I love you too, soulmate.” The word had never sounded so right.

@turtllinis @turtimagines @turtlebaes @anetteshortie @imagineninjaturtles @imaginetmnt @totally-turtle-imagines @immortal-turtles

100 ways to say “I love you” | 18

Originally posted by kuromel

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, drabble

Word count: 1157

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, vomiting, casual/nonserious mentions of death

100 ways to say “i love you” ➞ 18. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”

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VICTUURI “THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA” AU. (with a few changes.) BEAR WITH ME HERE.

  • Yuuri is a journalist major who wants to be a fashion journalist more than anything in the world
  • He looks up to Victor Nikiforov, editor of History Maker Magazine, a very very famous and prestigious company with millions of subscribers
  • Unexpectedly, he gets a job as Victor’s secretary, he’s super excited but he discovers that Victor ROASTS people when he doesn’t like their ideas
  • (and by roast i don’t mean he yells at them, i mean he smiles and tells them politely that it’s terrible and everyone is like??? is he nice??? is he evil??? omg i am horrified of him)
  • (He has a soft spot for his poodle, though, so after destroying several people’s hopes and dreams and telling them to come up with something else he’s like ‘MAKKACHIN!’ and happily jumps away to pet his dog)
  • Yurio is Victor’s little brother who he has a soft spot for and who loiters around the building and gives Yuuri a hard time by throwing spitballs at him
  • Anyway, Victor sees Yuuri as his new secretary and thinks he’s super cute but he has no idea how to express it so he tries to give him really hard jobs and Yuuri is like oh my god what the heck I am overwhelmed
  • He also gives him a lot of opportunities, though, and Yuuri does his best with them and keeps succeeding and Victor is internally super proud but externally like ‘hmm keep going. here’s another assignment.’
  • (But Victor keeps selecting him to go on different trips w/ him and Yuuri is like ???????? ok why am i getting all this special attention this is hype)
  • Somehow Victor works out how to express his feelings and tells Yuuri and they fall in love happily ever after
He Forgets Not To Lie

Sometimes, he forgets not to lie.

It’s something that shouldn’t be this hard. It shouldn’t. Lies have always come easily to him, and he can say them so honestly, so innocently, that people believe them. While he’s saying them, even he believes them, even though he knows they aren’t true. There is not malice in the lies. In fact, it’s the opposite, he says whatever he thinks people want to hear.

He’s tried to keep it in check with Ladybug, but tonight… it just comes out, as she watches him.

“Yeah, I’m happy. My family’s great, I love them a lot. Why do you ask?” he smiled up at her, brightly, his model smile.

“You just… seemed kind of lonely before I got here… I worry about you,” she offered a slight smile.

He took a breath. “I’m not lonely. How could I be? I have you,” he laughed. “Don’t worry about it, I’m really okay.”

“Who do you have, other than me?” it was a prying question. His lady certainly could be pushy when she thought she was right about something, couldn’t she?

He looked out over the city. “I have… I have my dad. He’s a great guy, he’s busy, but when he has a moment, we hang out. He cares a lot. And my mom’s just the best, she’s always there for me.” He knew the words coming from his mouth were painting a false picture, but he wanted them to be true. He wanted them to be true so bad… “My friends are awesome. I always feel at ease with them, and they all get along well. There are a few fights, but I mean, nobody hates each other.” If you disregarded Chloe, it was true.

“That’s good,” she smiled. “Sorry, I guess I was just imagining things.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

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First off, lemme apologize for taking so terribly long with this one single drawing. I tried a bunch of new things with it, and it really just took a lot outta me. Couple that with a tendency for procrastination and you’ve got a recipe for absolute disaster.

I got tired of thinking about this drawing every day though, so here we are. Just kinda pushed and got something out there. Despite how it’s missing a few things I’d have liked add, I REALLY can’t bring myself to keep going. I still really love this piece though.

Wayward Souls - Bea Santello/Mae Borowski - SFW

Title: Wayward Souls
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Night In The Woods
Setting: Fort Lucenne Mall, Bea’s Car
Pairing: Bea Santello/Mae Borowski
Characters: Bea Santello, Mae Borowski
Genre: Romance/Friendship
Rating: K
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1187
Type of Work: One-Shot
Status: Complete
Warnings: Gay, Femslash, Yuri, Fluff, Unbeta’d
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Summary: Mae was the worst guide ever.

AN: So, I’ve been on a NITW kick lately, I love the game so much. I haven’t finished it yet, but I can’t stop writing these. xD I love this ship. I love all my ships for this game. Hope you guys enjoy!

Wayward Souls

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“Is it even possible to get lost this many times in a two storey parking lot?”

The tone in Bea’s voice was enough to tell Mae that she was getting frustrated. Of course, the shorter girl huffed indignantly, crossing her arms.

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It’s Okay.

i wrote this for @trans-legendary-defenders trans week,  February 20: Lost in space/ Family and its the 20th for me now so im posting this 

its abt keith finding out what trans means, then finding out hes a trans boy, which u can also read on ao3 

warning: at the beginning of the story he has a different name n pronouns, also theres the t slur, and misgendering 


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The Labyrinth Chapter 3

Gasp it is here! :o

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU 

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Word count: 4655

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer ||

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Plot: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! So, does this mean that Sam has completed the first of the Trials for closing the gates of hell? Or does he have to intend to close them?

Hi there! I’ll start out with a few comments, and then I’ll try to answer this as best I can. First, I am in Downtown Migraineland right now. I apologize in advance for any weird incoherency in this reply…

(note from the future, i.e. nearly 4 hours after I started trying to piece this reply together: My migraine is gone, but this reply went into A LOT OF DETAIL about the parallels not only in this episode, but in all of s12. This ended up being really weird meta on what I think Dabb’s Grand Plan for the entire season is hinging on. IT IS LONG. Just a warning.)

I think a lot of s12 has been paralleling A LOT of the past, turning it inside out, applying it through a different lens or allowing characters to see these things from a different side, and resolving things in a better way.

That said, I think they’ve been referring back to the Demon Tablet Trials and the Angel Fall Spell (because the angel fall spell was a spell, not Trials. Metatron confirmed that). But all the elements of those things are being addressed in different ways, and paralleled to ~similar~ things happening in s12… I’m struggling to try and put this together in a linear narrative that even comes close to connecting all the dots. There’s SO MUCH going on in this episode, I’m not sure that’s really possible, but HECK I WILL TRY.

(second note from the future: this is about 3k long, so it’s going under a cut. THERE IS SO MUCH)

(i am typing this from the floor where I’m curled up around pictures of Andrew Dabb and Davy Perez while weeping gently)

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Back In Time: Part 4

Eric Harris birthday was coming up very soon. Dylan wanted you to come so desperately but sad part is you can’t control when or where you go back to. Its only been about a week or so since you last showed up. Dylan e-mailed you almost everyday after that day.

VoDka: “Hey spacey!”

(Your User): “Hey Dyl. What’s up?”

VoDkA: “Reb wants you to show up in a few days”

You let out a small sigh and looked over the dozens of e-mails between you and him. You started getting more nervous a few days ago when you noticed there were even bigger changes than just a later starting time or Dylan being even less vocal and angry in the tape transcripts. You noticed now that the event happened almost a whole week later and there were less ammo and pipebombs.

VoDkA: “Hello?”

(Your User): “Sorry. I slipped away into my thoughts. I’m going to take a nap alright?”

VoDkA: “No problem”

You closed your computer and let out a deep breath. You climbed into your bed and closed your eyes just waiting to fall asleep. You started to feel your body get extremely heavy and your breaths began to slow. You knew this feeling all too well and you just waited for the adventure too start.

_

You stood in an empty girls’ bathroom and opened the stall door. You looked at yourself in the dirty and smudged mirror and saw how drained you looked. You splashed your face with some cold water and patted your face with a napkin. You slowly walked out of the bathroom into the familiar wide hallway corridor with the soft carpet underneath you.

You deicided to climb up the stairs that led to the second floor when you noticed a teacher or principle walking towards you. You walked fast down the hallway not really focused on who was there or what was going on. There were a few more students out on the second floor rather then the ghost town downstairs.

“Spacey?”

You heard a very familiar yell and turned around quickly. You saw a tall and lanky teenage boy and began to smile. You walked towards what appeared to be his locker.

“Hey Dyl!”

You found yourself in his small embrace and felt your cheeks turn red. You looked at opposite way.

“So what’s up? Why are you here?”

“I don’t really know Dyl. I don’t really control when I come over here.”

He let out a small laugh and continued rummaging around his messy locker. You looked at the familiar placement of the locker but the unusual numbering.

“Hey I think I actually have your locker Dyl. But that’s not my locker number.”

He gave an audible noise to assure you that he heard you and finally found what he was looking for. He threw it into his bag and began to walk towards the school doors nodding at you to follow him. Once you reached the large doors you saw another familiar face.

“Hey stranger! I haven’t seen you in forever dude.”

“Yeah I know ma-”

“Not you V, I saw you like fucking 20 minutes ago”

You laughed at his response and at how Dylan mocked the boy’s voice afterwards.

“Hey Eric.”

“Hey! So you coming to my little birthday get together?”

“I honestly don’t know. I’m going to try though.”

He gave you a small nod and began to walk towards Dylan’s car. You all climbing and blasted some very familiar music. Eric made fun of you almost 100 times when you tried to sing any of the German songs.

“You fucking suck dude.”

You stuck your tongue out and keep singing, now obviously trying to sing it badly. Sooner or later the boys both joined in pretending to be terrible at the German words.

Dylan pulled into the Blackjacks parking lot and told you and Eric to stay in the car that he would be right back. The air grew very still once the engine turned off and Dylan closed his door behind him. A few slient moment passed by when Eric finally spoke.

“So why are you never really in school much? Like no one knows who you are.”

You shifted nervously in your seat, hoping Dylan would hurry up and come back but he didn’t. You were still stuck in the car with a lingering question. You tried not to look into Eric’s stone cold eyes.

“You don’t go to Columbine do you?”

You shifted a bit more and tried to speak.

“Uh not reall-”

You heard the heavy door and saw a flying white envelope hit Eric in the back of the head.

“What the fuck”

You felt a shift in the car and let out a small sigh.

“So where too next?”

“Any ideas spacey?”

“Uh.. I’m just down for anything”

You guys just decided to drive around a bit until you guys figured out what to do. You felt an off balance mood in the air. It made you very uncomforfable.

“Hey V, why do you call y/n spacey?”

Dylan cleared his throat and looked back at you from the over head mirror. You shifted your weight and looked at him helplessly. He must have not noticed how long he was slient for because Eric asked the same question, a little more annoyed.

“She is just a very… Spacey person.”

“I call bullshit on that.”

Eric turned directly at you and burned your soul with his powerful eyes. You felt the hard glare. He didn’t have to say anything, you knew he wanted an explanation and he wasn’t stopping until he got an answer.

“It’s just a nickname he sorta came up with. I can be a real Space Cadet sometimes”

“I hope you don’t think I’m stupid because I know damn well you don’t go to our school. So why are you always there?”

You began feeling sick and dizzy. You knew you were about to fade out. But you can’t just fade away with Eric watching your every move. Dylan noticed right away.

“Reb fucking chill out on her.”

“I just want to know what’s going on.”

You felt like everything was getting light and airy.

“Fuck”

That was the last thing you heard before waking up in your bed hot and sweaty. Your covers were a messy and your pillows were thrown about. You felt a lump in your throat. You knew something bad must have happened but you were to scared to even check your e-mail. You finally gained the courage and opened your computer.

REBdomine: “What the fuck happened ?”

VoDkA: “Well we have to tell him now.”

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Search in Perth for remains of murdered James I - BBC News
A plan to search for the tomb of a Scottish king buried in Perth nearly 600 years ago is unveiled.

GUYS GUYS GUYS

Ok so it was suggested that they do this several years back and turned down but now they might and I am so happy. It may be unlikely that they find anything, but I’m so glad they’re trying because this really means a lot as far as Perth’s religious life in the Middle Ages is concerned too (Perth was also the scene of a pretty successful dig in 80s or 90s when they found out a lot about how the mediaeval burgh would have functioned so I’ll keep my fingers crossed).

Perth Charterhouse was the only Carthusian house in Scotland, and was the special project of James I. As well as this, though he spent more time in Edinburgh, he held most of his parliaments in Perth and also tried to move the University of St Andrews there- this has led to a common theory that he may have been thinking of trying to establish Perth, with it’s good position in the heart of Scotland between Highland and Lowland, as a main centre of government. He was also murdered there on the night of 20th February 1437, in the Blackfriars on the edge of town, and buried in the Charterhouse he founded. His queen, Joan Beaufort, would also be buried there in 1445, while nearly a hundred years later, in 1541, Margaret Tudor was also buried in the Charterhouse after her death at Methven. However, the Charterhouse was destroyed during the Reformation, like many of Perth’s other religious foundations.

So essentially, even if they don’t find the king or either of the two queens, they will probably still make some really important discoveries if the project goes ahead and I for one would be popping champagne bottles if it weren’t a weeknight.

Educating the Victim - Act V, Chapter V

Pairing: Jasper/Lapis, Pearl/Amethyst (mentioned), Yellow Diamond/Yellow Pearl (mentioned)

Rating: Teens and up

Warnings/Tags: manipulation

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Draconia Malfoy

So for some reason I’m in love with the idea of transgender Draconia Malfoy. I’ve had this headcannon for a while now, but I still love the idea so much of a young witch with long blonde hair coming to Hogwarts and just knowing that she doesn’t fit in with the other girls, she doesn’t feel quite right. 

A teenage Draconia who looks in the mirror everyday and scowls, tugging at her long hair and pushing down her breasts to flatten them, using all kinds of magic and binding to make them smaller and flatter. A Draconia that hates wearing the school skirt and in a fit of teenage angst she cuts her long beautiful hair short, which horrifies her mother. 

Pansy comments that the look is good, and Draconia continues to cut her hair shorter and shorter until she rocks a cute pixie cut that her friends adore, but it’s still not quite right to Draconia. She starts insisting that her friends call her “Draco” instead of Draconia, and wears oversized clothes to hide her curves and cover as much skin as possible.

When Pansy admits to Draconia that she’s gay and has a crush on her, Draconia tells Pansy that she’s flattered, but she doesn’t feel like she’s a real proper girl. Concerned Pansy talks about it with her all night, and finally together they realise what Draconia really needs. But neither of them know what to do about it.

I imagine a sulky Draconia watching Harry Potter dreamily, knowing that if she somehow changed into a boy like she was on the inside, Harry would never like her even if she stopped being a bitch to him. The thought makes her depressed and so she tries to put on a good show. She goes a little off the handle, wearing short skirts and growing her hair back out, putting on makeup and flirting with all the boys in Slytherin House and Harry Potter alike, but as much as she tries to be a “normal” girl, it’s just not who she is, and Harry never even entertains the idea of responding to her flirting anyway. 

I imagine a young adult Draconia sitting in her room, fearing for her life while the Dark Lord cackles from down the hallway, brushing her long hair as a way of calming herself down, her panic mounting and mounting until she violently hacks her hair off, crying and sobbing until her hair’s as short as it was in school, because even though the world is scary and makes no sense anymore, that gives her some small comfort.

After the war Draconia and Pansy are having tea when suddenly Pansy suggests going to St Mungo’s and asking if they can help her. 

And the process begins. Slowly over time, Draconia gets her wish, and though her parents are dead against it and go as far as disowning her, Draconia just moves in with Pansy and her girlfriend Luna until she can make her own way in life.

Then finally, Draco Malfoy is reborn. Happier than ever, Draco finally feels comfortable in a body that matches his mind. He’s not ashamed of anything, he’s more confident than he ever was, and he’s so proud when St Mungo’s accept him as a Healer. He wants to help people like they helped him, he wants to heal people and make them better.

And that how he meets Harry. Harry is often in hospital because of a reckless idea that went wrong on an Auror mission, and of course at first Harry doesn’t recognise Draco, and Draco is in no way inclined to enlighten him.

Harry remarks that Draco reminds him of a girl he went to school with, even their names are similar - “in fact you look like her too, you could be related! are you a Malfoy by any chance?” Draco spins a story, saying he is a Malfoy but he went to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts and his family are too ashamed of him to speak about him, a story which would be believable to anyone given his profession and views on the world, which are by this point very anti-pureblood.

Draco sees Harry a lot, and it rekindles feelings in him that he felt in school. Harry does eventually ask Draco out, which shocks him because he always thought Harry liked girls. (the wonders of bisexual Harry)

So they go out. They go out often. They start dating steadily and it’s the happiest Draco’s ever been. About a year into their relationship though he feels like he needs to tell Harry the truth about himself, though he’s scared to do it. 

He manages to keep quiet for another six months, not knowing that Harry, so crazy in love with Draco as he is, is planning on proposing. The proposal comes so unexpected to Draco he just sits there in utter shock, and the happiness in Harry’s eyes die as Draco tells him tearfully that he can’t marry him. 

“Why not?” Harry asked, fear in his eyes as he got off the ground. “What’s wrong Draco?”

Draco sighed and looked away. “Harry I’ve been lying to you, and I’m so sorry. I was so scared if you found out who I was you’d hate me. But I can’t marry you with my secret hangin over my head, so I have to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Harry turned Draco’s head back towards him with his fingertips. “You can tell me anything.”

Draco bit his lip .”You asked me, when we first met, if I was related to Draconia Malfoy. I told you we were twins,”

Harry nodded, sitting down again. “If that was a lie…what’s the truth?”

His question held nothing but curisity and concern, and Draco’s heart bled. 

“The truth is we’re not related, we’re not even two different people. I am Draconia Malfoy, or I was.”

Harry frowned. “What do you mean…was?”

Draco buried his face in his hands, letting out a breath. He looked up at Harry again.

“I used to be Draconia, when I was younger. I was born Draconia Lucia Malfoy, but that wasn’t who I was. Not really. Pansy helped me realise what it was that made me so different from the other girls in our year, why I felt uncomfortable with myself.” 

Draco looked away again, staring instead at his hands. 

“I didn’t want to be a girl, it wasn’t me. I wasn’t sure what to do about it though, so I tried to deal with it, hoping I’d just grow out of it, that when I got older I’d feel better. But I never felt better. A few years ago Pansy and Blaise came to me with an idea, and it took a long time, but after a lot of trips to St Mungo’s and the help of my friends I changed. I changed into who you know now. Now I’m Draco Lucius Malfoy, and I feel better now, finally.”

Draco sighed. “I didn’t want to tell you, you didn’t know it was me and I wanted to keep it that way, you hated me in school and I didn’t want anything to mess up my second chance with you.”

“Would you have never told me if I didn’t ask you to marry me?” Harry asked quietly, taking it all in.

Draco paused. “I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to tell you for months. I wanted to say something before, but I was scared. And now that you know, well…I suppose I gross you out now.”

“No.”

Draco looked up. 

“Draco that doesn’t matter to me. You’re a different person now, and I don’t mean in the obvious way, you don’t think like you used to, you’ve matured and grown up, and I fell in love with you, not what parts you have.” Harry gave a sheepish grin. “To be honest, I was kind of…I had a sort of…huge crush on you in school too.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “No way, I don’t believe it.”

“Believe it,” Harry grinned. “I love you Draco, the person you are inside, it doesn’t matter to me what’s outside. If you’re comfortable and happy with who you are then I’m glad, and I’m happy too. It doesn’t change my wanting to be with you in the slightest.” 

“You mean that?”

“I do. Now could you answer my question?”

Draco raised an eyebrow as Harry chuckled.

“Will you marry me?”

Then Draco smiled. “Yes.” he murmured. “Of course I will, loveable fool.”

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So y Sardonyx cosplay was fucking amazing and so many lovely su cosplayers were there and it was just amazing! I had so much fun geeking out with people! I missed the SU meet up cuz I was late but I tried to find everyone and unfortunately I missed a lot of folks. I couldn’t find a pearl to take a photo with but it’s all good. My arms fell off after a while though haha. My guy was tasked with keeping my costume together for photos XD. I had a blast yesterday and today. It was great! ALSO I was the only Sardonyx at C2E2! YESSS

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Yuri on Ice Fic Reclist

For about a month now, I’ve been compiling a list of Yuri on Ice fics that I’ve read and enjoyed. It’s mostly for my own reference, as I have a tendency to read fics and then promptly forget about them and where to find them. No more, I said this time! This time, I will write them down and be able to enjoy them again later.

But as more and more friends started getting into Yuri on Ice, I started sharing the link. Eventually, I shared the link with so many people that it didn’t make sense to still keep thinking of it as a private list, so I formatted it nicely and now it’s a reclist.

So, uh, here it is! Enjoy! Read a lot of fic! And don’t forget to comment! I’ve tried to point out any content notes, but please also read the tags.

What you’ll find here:
- mostly Victor/Yuuri and Otabek/Yuri, though I am a multishipper
- all ratings, from G to E
- Dom/sub content, usually sub!Victor
- the occasional AU, including A/B/O
- self-recs, because I am A Basic Bitch
- my inability to summarize a fic; if the story summary was a long fic quote, it got cut to save space – sorry!
- mind the dust - it’s constantly being updated!!

Apologies ahead of time if your fic isn’t listed here; I am but one person, with only two eyes with which to read!

A while ago, I was asked if I had any creative passtimes or skills or such, and I said no.

This is because I cannot create. I’m terrible at it. Editing though? Editing is something I can do. I can go down to the pixel, trim, nip, tuck, extend, shift, and alter things as I want. I need a base to work off of, and this is the result of my most recent work.

Basically, I cropped out the fox part to keep the human upper body and dress. Incredibly simple yes, but a lot of work and thought and judgement goes into things like this. A lot of the outlines and borders were blurry, blending in with each other, which made using traditional quick-select and crop tools useless. I tried at first, but there was too much patching that needed to be done. 

And in going through and getting rid of the fox bits, I also had to re-do a lot of outlines, redefine and recolor some portions of it, and fix a bit of the ear that looked off even in the base CG. This is to be used for two upcoming projects. One, I will say now, will be replacing the base CG’s human portion with this much better version after a good friend helps with the little issue of the hand gripping her sleeve in an odd way that was caused by the original CG not cooperating completely with how the clothing project by Prommy had to be done.

After that, @slimetsunami has said that they will help get some more human legs on her, so that I can have her in a human form as well, which she would achieve through illusion magic. It has been stated that she has the ability to disguise herself as a human, but now she will actually be able to! Woohoo!

A big thanks to all the blogs helping out with my CG and making me feel very, very loved. @seekeroftruthpromestein for the clothing, @heroine-knight for doing the job I was too lazy to, and making that clothing work on all of the CGs I had, @the-cursed-swordsman for helping with the hand, and @slimetsunami for offering to help with the legs! I really couldn’t do any of this without you all!

Edit: Yes, I know the lower hand needs some work as well. Also fixed a few stray white pixels that I couldn’t see in Photoshop

Hallway pt. 2 [Kitchen Counter Continued] - Stiles Stilinski (Smut)

L.A. Love Song - XYLØ ♪

☼ Nothing like the sun in California

It burns through the skin and

Deep breath, you know I tried to warn you

OD on me again 


Warnings: Unprotected sex

Please practice safe sex children. Condoms are your friend.

NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS!

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