titles are hard ok

aphrodite wrote her own name in the stars.
she shaped it
with sea shells the colour of coral
and left it there for all to see.
she didn’t need a lover to proclaim her.
—  AUTARCHY // l.s.
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Here’s a few doodles from today~

Just a lot of crying and sadness. Sneak-peeks for my Klangst oneshot… ^^

(I ended up messing up Lances head, and somehow he ended up looking like Shiro. And omg i’m dying- I messed up so bad on that arm, I shouldn’t even post the picture until i’ve drawn it digitally)

[Fic]: Seven plus one

OTP week 2017
Pairing
: Pre Taichi and Yamato (Pre- Taiyama)
Prompt: Disney AU
Summary: The story of Snow White, except it’s nothing like Snow White—apart from maybe that bit with the seven misfits living together. Taiyama, Taito, AU.
Warning: Contains hetero pairings, so if that makes you uncomfortable, please turn away ;P

FFN

AO3

Not sure if I’ll be writing more of this, or if I’ll just leave this as a one-shot… If I do continue this fic, it probably won’t be anything exciting–just snippets of their continued lives.

-o-o-o-o-o-

A blond, 17-year old boy slammed the door to his room—if you could call it his room. It was just a computer room with a futon rolled up in the corner.

He ran his hands over his face, then pressed the heels into his closed eyelids. He took three of his planned ten deep breaths before the door was slammed open.

“How dare you walk out on me and even have the nerve to slam the door? Didn’t that father of yours teach you any manners? I’m your mother and I took you in! You need to start showing me some respect.”

Yamato Ishida dropped his hands, blue eyes scathing. “Show you some respect? I’ll start showing you respect when you start treating me like a human being.”

Natsuko Takaishi glared at her son from the doorway, ready with a list of all the ways Yamato was disrespecting her and being an ungrateful brat.

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You’re a mess, Ren.

I’m on a spiral slide right into hell with this art school AU tbh

npcs + saying ‘i love you’ (da:i)

abelas says it the way he says all things: plainly. it takes time for him to come to the point; abelas has spent countless of years without the right to love. (perhaps that’s for the best, he thinks, he would have failed any love just as he failed mythal, watching her temple be laid to waste and being unable to protect the well.) in many ways he doesn’t know how to vocally express just how strongly he feels. his deliverance of the words ar lath ma often makes them sound stiff, but his eyes soften and the lines on his face ease, his movements are tender and that, that speaks more than his words could possibly convey. although—him murmuring the inquisitor’s name in the quiet moments, calling them vhenan and touching his forehead to theirs, that comes close.

harding goes through phases with it. so maybe the first time she says it, she blushes so hard that her freckles disappear in the red. maybe it comes off as a little stammer. so what. with the passing of time comes a strengthened confidence and the ability to say it in a thousand different ways: earnest statements when she and the inquisitor have only each other’s company, secret grins when they pass each other, i love yous in inside jokes and i’ve got your backs out in the field. the most frequent comes in the form of letters written when they’re apart, neatly penned and signed: “always thinking of you. love, lace.”

krem clears his throat twice the first time he says it, tries to keep his voice even. flirting is the easy part, joking isn’t hard, but saying i love you is no simple feat, no matter how much he knows the words to be true. but he eases into it, saying it becomes as natural as laughing—although unlike laughs, he prefers to keep his statements of affection between him and his inquisitor only, away from prying ears. he’s only broken this rule once, because krem is brave and doesn’t back down from a challenge; when bull dares him to, krem outright declares that he loves the inquisitor to all the chargers and anyone in present company, privacy be damned.  

rylen has no qualms saying he loves the inquisitor, he’ll announce it to the entire army if they’d like him to. the world is ending before his eyes and while he and his beloved will do everything they can to stop it, there is no time like the present to be forthcoming with his feelings. so his words are direct and to the point, coated with a warmth and tenderness that both his eyes and smile reinforce. “i love you,” he says as a reminder when he can; “i love you,” he says when they make his job a little easier; “i love you,” he says simply because it is so. and oh, how lucky i am to be loved, he thinks when he sees them go, pride and affection swelling in his chest.

 

+platonic

dennett only has two people in the world that he’ll say i love you to, and the inquisitor isn’t one of them. for all that he’s concerned, this inquisitor has whisked him from one place to another; he’s seen his life flash before his eyes at haven and seen himself weeping relief at skyhold, seen himself reborn, and he’s not sure if he can thank them for that. but he can say that there’s a growing warm spot in his old heart for the inquisitor. he’s seen them grow and seen them off every time they left, welcomed them back every time they’ve returned, and while they’re no blood child of his, maybe they’re a heart child instead.

harris isn’t one for words, or feelings, really, but he’s fond of the inquisitor as much as anyone—perhaps more than most, but he won’t admit it (not matter how much dagna heckles him). so while he doesn’t say it, he lets the thought simmer in the back of his mind when he forges the inquisitor’s weapons and crafts their armor. be safe is written into every hammer stroke, every stitch, and that’s an i love you enough from him.

leliana doesn’t have it in her to utter the words. acknowledging a love for the inquisitor, of all people, is the same as recognizing that her heart isn’t as brittle as she believes it to be, as steely as it should be. (josephine is the exception to that rule, she tells herself. hollow words.) but there’s no denying that the inquisitor makes her softer, makes her consider a brighter future, makes her believe that, despite the truths of their circumstance, perhaps the maker is still watching over her after all. so while the words will never slip off her tongue or spill from her pen, in the quiet hours she will think them instead.


(part one)

anonymous asked:

Where are all the snarky!draco ficks at?.. I need some sarcasm and bickering ... but lately I find only ficks with too much fluff ... and sappy draco or worse draco who's not draco at all... wth :( help

Snarky!Draco fics are the best!!! What is Draco without his biting wit, right? We are very fortunate in Drarry fandom to have many writers who have great takes on Draco and all his brilliant sarcasm. These are just some of my favorites. 

Chaos Theory by @tessacrowley (103K) - Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy’s life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn’t. Featuring Genius!Draco.

This is an absolutely brilliant story – one of the first Drarry fics I read, and it remains a favorite.  It is an AU canon retelling in which Draco is sorted into Ravenclaw and proceeds to run circles around his fellow students and professors. Draco’s interactions with Snape are particularly amusing as the two unleash their sarcasm at each other. It’s also a gorgeous slow-burn love story. Heed the warnings, as the plot goes very dark.

Azoth by @lol-zeitgeistic (88K) – Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

This is an 8th Year fic and another one of my favorites. The plotting and writing are superb. Post-war Harry returns to Hogwarts to take his NEWTs, but Ron opts to join the aurors, leaving Harry somewhat at loose ends in regard to having a best male friend. Enter Draco, who becomes Harry’s tutor for potions. Harry, Draco, Hermione, and assorted other familiar characters end up participating in the Hogwarts Apprenticeship Program, with Harry apprenticing under portrait!Snape. I can’t even begin to describe the wonder that is zeitgeistic’s Snape: It has to be experienced. Harry ends up falling for Draco, who retreats to his customary sarcasm to remain emotionally distant.

All the Sense in the World by @l0vegl0wsinthedark  (10K) - He had absolutely no idea what was about to happen. Maybe Malfoy would kick him in the face. Maybe he’d scream loud enough that the whole school would rush in and see him lying there between Malfoy’s legs with his cock rock hard. Maybe he’d hex Harry’s rock hard cock off. Hell, maybe Harry’d wake in his own bed in a few minutes with a rock hard cock and would never again be able to look at Malfoy without sprouting an instant hard-on.Or maybe he and Malfoy would have sex.

By the author’s own admission, this fic is barely more than PWP (very compelling porn, I might add.). The boys find themselves in the Hogwarts infirmary, and their beds just happen to be next to each other. Draco is grumpy from a potions accident, so initially he is not receptive to Harry’s overtures. As you can imagine, this state of affairs doesn’t last long.

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (16k) -  Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome. 

A charming take on the enemies-to-lovers trope. Draco’s snark in this fic hews close to the tone that Rowling established in the original books. Think  sophomoric insults that can only warrant a good eye-roll. Naturally, insults give way to Something More. This is also a story about healing in the post-war era, with a bittersweet subplot about letting go. 

And for some Post-Hogwarts recs:

After Hours at the Ministry of Magic by birdsofshore (11K) - It isn’t precisely how Harry planned to spend Christmas Eve: trapped in a lift with his ex-boyfriend, somewhere between the third and the fourth floors of the Ministry of Magic.

The summary tells you pretty much all you need to know about this story, which is a variation on the forced proximity trope.  As you can imagine, Draco and Harry are not as over each other as they might seem. The air in the elevator grows increasingly hot and stuffy, so of course they have to remove clothing to moderate their body temperatures. And then they ruin it all with some smokin’ hot sex.

I’ll Be Good For You by Burning_Up_A_Sun  (7K) - Harry swears his naked calendar will outsell Draco’s naked calendar. They snark over their bad break up, and then, well, it is the Draco tops Harry fest…

Harry and Draco end up the subjects of two calendars produced to benefit needy crups and kneazles. The situation is tense, as they had broken up a month prior. A little competition has always fired up the two, though, and it’s all for charity, right? Features the use of TWIZARD to track the sales figures in real time, #NakedPotter vs. #NakedMalfoy.

Sweatin’ to the Voldies by commas_and_ampersands (dark_branwen(24.2K) -  The-Boy-Who-Lived has become The-Boy-Who-Ate, and his girlfriend just can’t take it anymore. After Ginny leaves Harry for presumably slimmer pastures, Harry realizes that if he has any chance of getting her back, he’s going to have to get fit quick. It’s really just his bad luck that a certain pale, pointy bastard owns the only wizarding gym in the country.

Ok, titles are hard. I totally get that. However, I’m shallow, and I wasn’t in a hurry to read this story until I read another review that claimed the title wasn’t representative of the work overall. This is both true and not true. The humor in the title is actually a taste of one of the most fun stories I’ve read in a long time. Draco is just so mean to Harry in this fic. I’ve never been so delighted to be proven wrong about judging a book by its (kinda) cover. Bonus: Great supporting characters in Luna and Goyle (in spandex!).

What You Do With Your Life, A.H.K.B.C.B. (After the Hero Kills the Batshit Crazy Bastard) by oldenuf2nb  (40K) - Draco Malfoy had waited years in hope of seeing Harry Potter utterly humiliated….

Oblivious!Draco and pining!Harry. Also one of the most erotic descriptions of body shots I’ve ever read. In short, amazing UST ending in, well, resolved ST. Very resolved.

And a bonus:

Auror Peacock Extraordinaire by dustmouth -  As part of a new departmental initiative, Harry finds himself with a partner he never asked for… and Draco Malfoy.

This comic is pure genius. Draco is hired to train Harry in how to work with his new peacock crime-fighting partner. It goes about as well as could be expected. Do enjoy…Draco.

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anonymous asked:

You think of Sebastian Vettel?

My thoughts about Sebastian Vettel?

I think he is a really talented driver. He deserves totally his titles, because he is mature, hard-worker and work for the team (ok not all the time, but every champion wants to win a lot of races).

He is not arrogant and even if he is 4 times world champion, he still is humble, who doesn’t refuse to help his team, who does not critizize his team in bad moment and who recognize when he made a mistake. He wants to repair his mistake. He stayes for hours in the paddock to improve the car… So for me, Vettel is a fantastic driver, one of the best of his generation, and I hope he will manage to fight more against Mercedes and Hamilton this year and the next years…