ugh i have been waiting so long for this you don't understand

anonymous asked:

can you write a soulmate!au where the first words the soulmates say to each other are inked on their wrists? if you do aus? maybe the first meeting for matsukawa, bokuto, takahiro, kentarou, aone and kuroo? if you don't do these please just ignore this ask:)

I feel like I kinda failed your request. I’m sorry (╯︵╰,)


Your shift in the café had just started when a young man with unruly black hair and sleepy eyes came up to the counter and ordered.

“I’ll have a Non-Fat Frappuccino With Extra Whipped Cream And Chocolate Sauce.”

You smiled and nodded after all you had to be friendly, but as soon as you turned around you couldn’t hold back a snort. Then, in the middle of preparing his order, you caught a glimpse at your wrist and your movements stilled. A big grin tugged on the corners of your mouth. “Stupid…,” you mumbled.

“Umm… Excuse me?” The man sounded confused.

You turned around with a big grin on the face. How could you not have noticed that peculiar order for it was inked on your wrist for so many years. So often you thought about what to tell the person ordering that drink.

“It’s stupid,” barely containing your smile, “because it’s like ordering a supersized fast-food meal and a diet coke.”

It took only a second for the man to realize what was happening. After a short glance at his wrist, a lazy grin spread on his face. “Couldn’t you think of something cooler to say? It’s pretty embarrassing having that on my wrist.”

“Pff… you’re one to talk,” you said while handing over his order. When you felt his fingers touch yours, a shiver went down your spine.

Before turning around and leaving he café, the man addressed you again, “I’m Matsukawa Issei, I’ll come by after class again.”


You slowly made your way out of the gym. It had been a long day with all that volleyball matches where you had to run around cleaning the court, providing towels and drinks for your team. It was eerily quiet when you walked through the barely lit corridors. That’s when you heard quiet whimpering in close proximity. Quietly, you drew closer and peeked inside the empty changing room.

Well, at least you thought it was empty. As you carefully went inside and peeked around the lockers, you saw a boy sitting on the ground, knees drawn to his chest and body shaking with sobs. You didn’t know what to do. Should you leave or should you try to comfort him.

Just when you decided to silently back away, the boy looked up. His round eyes were red and full of desperation, tears stained his face, his hair was dishelved. When his gaze fell on you, new tears welled up in his eyes.

“Please don’t leave me alone right now.”

You could barely understand his words because of his sobs, but the pleading tone of his voice made you instinctively go forward and sit down next to him. You had barely touched the floor, when the boy already threw his arms around you and sobbed into your shoulder. Running your fingers soothingly through his hair, you murmured, “Shh… I’m here for you, okay?”

You knew who he was. You knew since he said those words to you. The tingling on your wrist hadn’t stopped since then. But now was not the time to talk about that, now you had to make him feel safe.


The bus was crowded, too crowded for your taste. You couldn’t even find a place to steady yourself. Trying not to fall on anyone, you stumbled from one side to another. It all went well so far, until the bus driver decided to slam on the brakes. You tumbled forward until you crashed face forward into something hard.

While you still tried to collect your thoughts, you braced yourself against the thing you collided with.

“Hey, I know I’m sexy, no need to cling to me.”

You could already hear the smirk in the voice reaching your ear. Peeking up, you looked directly into a boy’s grinning face. He had narrow eyes, light brown hair and a teasing smirk plastered on his face.

You backed away from him immediately. “Ugh, seriously? Pretty full of yourself, aren’t you?”

Upon hearing those words, his grin only grew, and it dawned on you, as well. Incredulously, you looked at your wrist and back to his face again. Before you could say anything, a curve threw you out of balance. But the boy was quick to catch your wrist and pull you towards him. A long, sleek finger ghosted over the inked writing on your skin. Then he threw an arm over your shoulders, tugging you safely at his side. “Just taking care you don’t fall on anybody else. I wouldn’t want that.” He whispered into your ear, leaning down.

“Maybe you should invite me out for coffee first before getting so touchy-feely,” you grumbled, but put your arm around his waist, anyway.


“Get out of my way.”

You could hear his roar before you could see him. He shoved you away from the dog that was lying on the street, whimpering.

You fell backwards, grazing your skin because of the rough asphalt. His words stirred something inside you, your wrist prickled suspiciously, but there was no time for that now. You watched the boy cradle the hurt animal in his arms, carefully as if not to cause any more harm. Then he whipped around to you, the affection in his eyes vanishing in a second, being replaced by a burning fury, tears of anger and fear pricking at the corner of his eyes. “What happened to my dog?” he pressed out through gritted teeth.

“I-I tried to hold him back, but he r-ran on the street and got hit by a car.”

The boy paused for a second, when he heard you speak, his eyes flickering to his wrist before locking on his dog again. Tears now threatened to drip on the dog’s fur. He quickly turned around to stride away.

“W-Wait!” you shouted, leaping up to your feet. The boy stopped without turning around. “My mom will be here in a second, she will bring you to the vet,” you continued.

Right in that moment a car pulled up next to you. You took some tentative steps towards the boy and led him towards your mother’s car.

After some minutes of silence you hesitantly put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “What’s your name?” you asked. To your surprise, he didn’t shrug it away.

“Kyoutani Kentarou,” he mumbled.

“Don’t worry, Kyoutani,” you tried to reassure him, while squeezing his shoulder gently, “He will make it.”


You always told yourself it was okay and most days it really was okay. But today was another day when everything you bottled up over the course of months threatened to break out of you. So you told your parents you would go for a little walk despite the pouring rain.

In the deserted park you plopped down on a bench. It didn’t even take a minute for your tears to start flowing. Barely five minutes later you were crying on the bench, sobs shaking your whole body while the rain already soaked your clothes.

Over your crying you missed the steps coming closer on the gravelled path. Only when they stopped in front of you, you peeked up through your fingers with red and puffy eyes. The man in front of you looked down at you with a stern gaze, his brow was furrowed and his build made him even more intimidating.

“G-go on, just l-leave me alone,” you hiccupped.

At those words, the man’s eyes widened, his stare with which he mustered your face became even more insistent. The grip on his umbrella tightened.

The rain pattering down on you suddenly stopped. Looking up again, you saw the man holding out his umbrella so you wouldn’t get any more wet. Instead raindrops were now running down his own face.


His voice was deep, rumbling, but warm and made you feel secure. It was such a simple word inked on your wrist, you heard every day and every day it got your hopes up. But this No, it felt different. It made your body shudder and tingle. It made you feel secure and warm inside despite your clothes’ dampness. You couldn’t help, but throw your arms around the man in front of you and sob into his chest. A large, calloused hand came up to pat your head and you felt better than you had in months.


Kuroo actually was on his way home, walking his usual route when something odd caught his attention. He couldn’t supress his curiosity.

“Why are you rummaging around the trash?”

Startled because of his words and sudden appearance, you shot up and looked at the strange boy standing in front of you. You always asked yourself why you had those stupid words tattooed on your wrist, because why would you ever search through rubbish? Well, now you knew.

“I lost something important,” was your only answer, tears brimming in your eyes.

Despite you obviously were shaken up, a disbelieving smile spread on the Kuroo’s face and his eyes wandered towards the words on his wrist. “Well, I guess I have to help you then,” he said determined while rolling up his sleeves.

“Seriously?” You sniffled. “Why would you help a complete stranger?”

Kuroo shot you a grin, “A look at your wrist could answer that. Now what are we searching for?”

Never in your life you thought to meet your soulmate like that. On the other hand, what could you expect if the words had something to do with trash? Certainly no romantic meeting at the beach, or something similar. You blushed at the thought, but shook your head to clear your thoughts. You described the item you were searching for.

After some minutes Kuroo triumphantly held the thing up in the air. “Got it! How did it even land in the trash if it’s so important.”

A relieved smile formed on your face. “I hid it in a stupid place and my mom accidently threw it away while cleaning my room.” Then you flung your arms around his neck. “You’re my hero. Let me buy you a coffee for it.”

Kuroo grinned down at you, “It’s a date then.”

anonymous asked:

Um hello, could you please post some nice Usona head canons? You don't have to but I'm having a really bad day and it would be nice.

u kno anon, tbh i actually p much suck at coming up with nice headcanons on the spot usually. and just in general really. but you know what i dont suck at is writing so instead i wrote you a short usona scene of something i like to imagine them doing semi-regularly. i hope u read it and enjoy it and that it makes your day a little brighter, anonymous friend

Nami hunched over her giant desk in the observation room and pressed her face into her hands and leaned hard on her elbows and just, ugh, bit on her lip and squeezed her eyes shut because everything was getting to be a bit much at the moment.

They’d be landing at Dressrosa before long — probably another day or so, and it was getting to be so late in the night, and she really should be getting some damn sleep because who knew what the hell tomorrow would bring, and, actually, that was exactly why she wasn’t sleeping, wasn’t it.

She drummed her fingertips against her desk and stared down at too many half-finished maps.

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Under Pressure (Boom!Sonamy Episode)

(I hate the title so much. This was requested from my fanfiction account. This one may have been half and half canon. I wanted to mix it up a bit. Besides, Boom Sonic isn’t as shy as Modern Sonic, so I can do a lot more with his romantic side ^^. Enjoy!

A knock on the door was heard and Sonic groaned, having been interrupted from fixing himself a chili-dog and lemonade. He reluctantly walked towards the door, opened it, and was surprised to see Amy standing there with a wide grin and holding a satchel. He raised an eyebrow at her weird expression.


“Hey, Sonic. Ya got a minute?” She walked inside past him as he looked after her confused.

“…Yeah, sure. Come on in.” He said sarcastically.

“Good. I need your body for something.”

His eyes shot open and he blushed instantly. “L-like w-what?”

Amy cocked an eyebrow at his sudden stuttering until it clicked that she probably should’ve re-worded what she said, causing her to blush as well, but then realized that Sonic’s just thinking dirty. “Ugh! Get your mind out of the gutter, you silly hog!” She waved her hands out to him, dismissing his thoughts.

He phew’d and placed his hands on his hips. “So, what is it ya need? I was kinda in the middle of somethin.” He gestured towards his chili-dog and lemonade still lying on the table next to his hammock, Amy’s eyes following.

“It can wait.” She said as she waved her hand at the ‘meal’. She sat on a stool in the middle of the room and pulled out a map from her satchel. “Come have a look at this.” By now, Sonic was annoyed by her nonchalant attitude towards his 'needs’ but decided not to argue with her and obeyed. He looked over her shoulder at the map and cocked an eyebrow.

“…What am I looking at?”

“It’s a map, silly! I found it in the archives where Cliff usually goes to find his maps. Turns out there may be an ancient, rare artifact around the Shadow Canyon mines. Only problem is, my hammer’s strength would be too much force to use on the area it’s located in. I’d need something stable to control the amount of force needed. That’s where you come in. You can pretty much control that spin dash of yours, right?”

“Look who you’re talkin to, Amy.” He said while giving a cocky grin.

Amy rolled her eyes and smirked at him. “Of course. So, are you on board?” She asked, standing up to face him excitedly.

He gave her a thumbs up and winked. “Is my name Sonic the hedgehog?”

“Okay, don’t push it.”

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America coming to the palace (delected scene never heard of)
  • America: *gets out of the limousine and looks to the palace* WOW THIS PALACE LOOKS HUGE!
  • Maxon: *poletly giving america his hand* Nice to meet you, *love at first sight* where you been?
  • The maids: *to america* We could show you incredible things!!
  • Kriss: *really excited* Magic!
  • Elise: *frowning* Madness!
  • Marlee: *looking at carter* Heaven!
  • Celeste: *sexy smirking towards maxon* Sin!
  • Maxon: *loving eyes to america* Saw you there and i thought...
  • America: *shocked face cause aspen is there* OH MY GOD!
  • Celeste: *whispering to the others and pointing to america* just Look at that face!
  • Maxon: *looking at his dad but thinking of america* You look like my next mistake...
  • King Clarkson: *to the girls* Love's a game!
  • Gravil: *very excited* WANNA PLAY?
  • Aspen: *in becoming guard* new money?!
  • Queen Amberly: *adjusting clarkson's suit* suit and tie!
  • America: *thinking in maxon and whispering* i can read you like a magazine...
  • Gravil: *to the girls* AIN'T IT FUNNY, RUMORS FLY!!!
  • Maxon: *shrugs* And I know you heard about me....
  • America: *noding her head* maybe i should lea-
  • Maxon: *trying to stop her* So hey, let's be friends!
  • America: *whispering* I'm dying to see how this one ends
  • Silvia: *yealling* GRAB YOUR PASSPORTS!
  • Maxon: *smilling* and my hand
  • America: *with sarcasm* I can make the bad guys good for a weekend
  • The selected: SOO IT'S GONNA BE FOREVER
  • America: OOOOOoooOr it's gonna go down in flames....
  • Maxon: *to america* You can tell me when it's over!
  • Celeste: *laughing* If the high was worth the pain!
  • Natalie: *pointing at maxon* Got a long list of ex-lovers...
  • Daphne: *whispering* They'll tell you he's insane!
  • America: *looking at maxon* 'Cause i know you love the players!
  • Everyone: AND WE LOVE THIS GAME!!!
  • America: *shrugs* 'Cause we're young and we're reckless!!
  • Maxon: *shaking his head* We'll take this way too far....
  • Lucy: *looking at aspen* It'll leave you breathless....
  • America: *also looking at aspen* Or with a nasty scar......
  • Elise: *pointing to maxon* Got a long list of ex-lovers?
  • Daphne: *explaining* Yes, They'll tell you he's insane!
  • Maxon: *to america* But I've got a blank space my deeaaar
  • America: *snapes his face* I'M NOT YOUR DEAR!
  • Maxon: And I'll write your name ;D
  • Celeste: *looking at herself in the mirror* mhhh Cherry lips!
  • Maxon: *looking at america's eyes* Crystal skies!
  • The maids: ahhh...We could show you incredible things?
  • Marlee: *thinking in Carter* Stolen kisses...
  • Aspen: *talks throw his theeth* Or Pretty lies!
  • Queen Amberly: *to clarkson* You're the king baby I'm your Queen!
  • Maxon: I'll Find out what you want!
  • America: Be that girl for ....a month?
  • Everyone: OH NO!!!!
  • America: *to maxon* SCREAMING!!!!
  • Maxon: *to america* CRYING!!!!!
  • Both Maxon and America at the same time: PERFECT STORM!!!!!
  • Adele(amberly sister): It's a Rose gardens filled with thorns!
  • Celest: *colapses in her fucking shoes*
  • Maxon: *runs to help her*
  • Aspen: *also runs to help her*
  • Marlee: Keep you second guessing like:
  • Kriss & Daphne: *looking at celeste* OH MY GOD WHO IS SHE?
  • America: *puting both ands on her waist* I get drunk on jealousy!!!
  • Maxon: *coming back and staying right in front of america* But you'll come back each time you leave!
  • America: *laughs and then gives mortal look* Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream! *walks to the garden*
  • The selected: UGH..SO IT'S GONNA BE FOREVER????
  • America: *with a match* Or it's gonna go down in flames!
  • Maxon: *startled* AMMMEEEeeRICA???
  • America: *evil smile* You can tell me when it's over!
  • Everyone: *laughing* IF THE HIGH WAS WORTH THE PAIN!
  • Kriss: *arguing with daphne* MAXON CALIX SCHREAVE DOSEN'T HAVE ANY EX-LOVERS!
  • Marlee: *still loking at carter but noding her head anyway* And Maxon isn't insane..*whispers* i think...
  • Celeste: Oh but i love the players! *looks at aspen*
  • Lucy: *while being held by Mary and Anne* HE DOES NOT LOVE THE GAME YOU HO-
  • Back to america: *to maxon* YOU'TE YOUNG AMD IM RECKLESS!
  • Maxon: You're taking this way too far..
  • America: *irritated* This is leaving me breathless...
  • Maxon: I won't let you with a nasty scar!
  • Daphne: *admits* Okay,maxon dosen't have any ex lovers...
  • Elise: AAAAAAnd i guess he's not insane...
  • Maxon: But I've got a blank space m-
  • America: *Ultimate dead look*
  • Maxon: *shrugs* I'l just write you name...
  • Celeste: *to america* Boys only want love if it's torture!
  • Maxon: NOT ME!
  • America: I don't need any of you to warn me ya
  • Everyone: This is not going to last forever...
  • America: And im not burning this down to flames
  • Maxon: I hope this will never be over...
  • Celeste: *confused* I guess the high is worth the pain?!
  • Kriss: *trying to understand* So there is no list of ex lovers?
  • The selected: *sighs* MAXON ISN'T INSANE!
  • America: OMG IM SUCH A PLAYER....
  • Aspen: *to america* Ugh...we are going to end this "game"!
  • Maxon: *holding america hands* we're young and reckless!
  • America: *shrugs* AAAAAaaand we will probably take this way too far...
  • Maxon: *tugging america ear* It'll leave you breathless!
  • America: *tracing a hand in maxon's face* Or with a nasty scar!
  • King Clarkson: *whispering to Queen Amberly* our son does not have ex lovers,right?
  • Queen amberly: *whispering back* and i hope he isn't insane!
  • America: This is too complicated baaaaby
  • Maxon: And This is kind of insane...
  • Everyone:
  • Everyone: *Cricket noises in the background*
  • America: *rubbing her hand over her brow*
  • Maxon: ugh..america...*making air quote marks* "my dear"..what are you doing?
  • America: *shaking her head* i need to forget this crazy shit...
  • Everyone: *waits*
  • America: *rubs harder*
  • Aspen: ... America?
  • America: *lets her hand fall* Yup..this isn't working...I'M OUT *picks up her bags and goes to the limousine* CALL ME WHEN THIS..."THING" IS OVER!
  • Everyone: *looks at her while she lives*
  • Maxon: *takes a deep breath and says* I knew you were trouble when you walked in...

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're taking prompts but can you write something where Lucas and Maya are studying and somehow end up saying they like each other?

okay anon here you go!! sorry this is so late i hope this is what you wanted but for future reference i don’t really take prompts but you didn’t know so i wrote this one anyway.

         Maya hated pre-calculus. Art didn’t require calculus, or anything pre- it, anyway, she thought, and she’d be a starving artist with or without math. Besides, she reasoned, calculus was the mathematical explanation of motion, and art was still. It moved in the mind, and everything else was an illusion of angles and…maybe that was math. She groaned, dropping her head onto her textbook in defeat. Lucas, sitting at her desk, turned to look at her, an amused smile on his face.
        “I hate this,” she said after lifting her head back up, but she made up for it by pouting. “What the fuck is a cosine?”
        Lucas raised his eyebrows. “You don’t know what a cosine is?”
        “No.” At Lucas’s stare, she amended her answer. “Yes. I just don’t care.”
        He laughed, getting up from his seat to join her on her bed, and she sat up against the wall.
        “Huckleberry,” she pleaded with desperate eyes. “Can you just kill me now so I don’t have to suffer through this test tomorrow?”
        “Afraid not,” he cocked his head to the side, giving her a sympathetic smile. He grabbed the textbook from her lap and transferred it to his own, scanning the page to find the best way to explain.

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manycoloureddays  asked:

ugh don't talk to me about Susan and Edmund's relationship !! that is too painful !

okay, I checked tumblr on my phone and saw this, and the fact that i’m back is All Your Fault (I hope you’re sorry).

but this was an invitation, so here are 1 am thoughts

  • ok you know su and ed aways had a close bond, because they’re the middle children in between peter and lu, and i don’t think i have to explain
  • and when ed comes back to them susan just holds him close to her for a sec and just is so grateful 
  • because she loves her little brother (always has) and the war has been so long and so hard, and she’s so glad he’s back
  • and when they start their reign, edmund is smart and he keeps studying and working and she keeps building and organizing
  • and together they both start putting the backbone of the country together
  • (and obviously lu and peter are there, but susan and edmund are there in the back planning and building and studying, and it’s no more or less important, just different)
  • but they work together, and they understand the complexity of human nature a little better
  • and edmund is a little quieter now, and they look into the shadows
  • and its in the shadows that they really defend narnia
  • with the spying and the planning and the politics of the different nations
  • they shine
  • and they have their own language of sorts; their own way of communicating
  • (and when they go back to england, and susan forgets narnia, she forgets their language; and its like a piece of edmund is torn away)
  • but they work together and edmund is her closest friend
  • (she doesn’t love him more than the others, not at all, but they can understand each other, and that means more than she can say).
  • but they go back to england
  • and its never really the same
  • susan can’t really talk about it
  • but edmund refuses to forget it (the lessons were too much, and he refuses to ignore)
  • and he needs her to talk to him, because she used to understand the words he could not always speak
  • but susan cannot listen (cannot bear the pain and the struggle, and the ease of pretending is so much more appealing)
  • edmund doesn’t stop loving her though
  • he doesn’t beg her or force her, he just waits and thinks and hopes (that she will come back to him–his older sister, the gentle queen)
  • and he just hopes
  • and waits
  • (she doesn’t come back to him, not then, not in england)
  • (it’s when she’s old and worn, and after life has been hard and long, he sees her make her way up that golden hill in Aslan’s country, and he waits for her outside the gates, the others just inside, and he says, welcome home.)
  • (he grabs her and holds her close, and it lasts longer than it had before)

there’s so many more (little tiny headcanons, about how they interact and how they disagree and how there’s always love and respect in the center of it), and this relationship was always one of my very favorite things about Narnia (and one of very first fanfics I ever wrote when I was like 16, tru story)

Where Paths Diverge (11/?)

This is a Captain Swan: Choose Your Own Adventure story where you choose the plot (details here). It’s part of my Follower Appreciation (thanks guys!)

When Regina seeks revenge for Cora’s death and a happy ending with Henry something goes horribly wrong. A canon divergence fic from 2x20 “The Evil Queen” where Regina’s failsafe isn’t an auto-destruct. Now back in the Enchanted Forest Emma and Killian are forced to pretend to be married while they figure out what happened.

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“Seriously?” Emma can’t help the frustration and disbelief in her voice; just when she thought things couldn’t get any stranger there is magic truth ice cream.

Surprisingly the woman–Sarah is it?–laughs: a soft almost creepy sound. “Always such a way with words.”

Emma doesn’t like the note of familiarity in her voice but doesn’t want to risk antagonizing her. She shares a look with Killian and though his sword is still drawn he looks as resigned as she is to putting up with the Dairy Queen’s shenanigans. She gives him a nod and he sheathes his sword.

The woman grins. “Excellent choice. Now which one of you will be answering my questions?” Emma’s eyes dart towards her and the outstretched cone (rocky road, her favorite) and her stomach twists. She knows it’s going to be her. Henry isn’t an option and Emma can’t imagine Killian wanting to put himself in such a vulnerable position. Before she can reach out her hand Killian is stepping forward.

“I believe the honor falls to me.”

Emma almost protests but she doesn’t really want to eat the ice cream cone so she bites her lip instead.

Sarah smiles and hands the cone over. Killian barely hesitates before darting his tongue out to lick all around the single scoop of rocky road. He pauses, glancing at Emma and Henry as if waiting for something. When nothing visible happens he shrugs and continues to lap at the ice cream.

Emma knows she shouldn’t be getting turned on right now but she can’t help admire the dexterity of his tongue. Not that he had exactly hidden that talent when they kissed. In his haste to eat the cone the chocolate smears across his lips and a small spot appears on his nose. If they were alone and the ice cream wasn’t a truth serum she would be very tempted to walk over and lick it off him.

Killian catches her eye and stops eating. “Swan, don’t look at me like that unless you intend on kissing me.”

He clamps his jaw shut looking as surprised as Emma feels. Henry and the Dairy Queen laugh.

Killian shoves the half-eaten cone at the sorceress. “I believe your magic is working.”

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Keep You Safe (Pt 2)

Longish Draco Malfoy Imagine/Oneshot (Part 2/2)

Requested: Hello!! Can you do one were you are dating draco and he is crazy about you, like he loves hopelessly, but he brokes up with you because you are a “mud-blood” and because of voldemort, and it kinda goes from there, you chose the ending, make it long please! (Sorry for the bad english btw!) and add a lil bit of smut to it. ok sorry bye

Word count: 994

Pairing: (Y/N) x Draco

Warnings: Well its during a battle

(Italics indicate flashback)

Spell after spell shot past your face, just inches away as the green and red streaks of light left a multicolored display in the dark night. There was no silence, people were screaming, rocks were falling, death eaters were laughing. Hogwarts was collapsing. Stumbling on pieces of castle rubble you try to regain your balance as you shoot spell after spell from your wand, targeting the death eaters in dark clothing but in the chaos it was hard to tell friend from foe. The shield had broken a long time ago and now Hogwarts was truly under attack, pieces of what used to be the castle flew left right and centre. Glancing among the fighters and the dead, you try to make out the faces of any of your friends, hoping that they had survived and were ok. A secret part of your mind wanted to see him among the Hogwarts fighters, hell even the death eaters if it meant seeing him safe and fighting. Draco. 

A spell shoots within centimeters of your clothing and you spin around, wand trained on whoever may be pursuing you. However shock quickly overtook you once you realize that there were two death eaters right on your tail. You were used to one straggler after you but two was too much. Why were they even after you? There were so many others that they would find worth killing. You stood still as they approached, wand waiting to deflect their killing curses but they didn’t come, instead they practically floated towards you, blasting others out their way. Then, in that moment you did the most logical thing you could think of. You ran. Hurrying away from the open battlefield you make for the great hall, hopping that once you are within the castle you may be somewhat protected. However you grind to a stop as it becomes obvious that the castle doors were barred by another group of death eaters, shooting spell after spell at anyone who came near them. You fought hard to keep back your attackers but it was useless, two death eaters now had you cornered in a pile of rubble and no matter what spell you shot at them, they would simply deflect it with a swish of their wand. You cower down against the wall, feeling you forehead slice sharply against a rouge piece of rubble and hot liquid begin to run down your face, blood mixed with tears. You curl your hands around your head for protection as the menacing figures get closer and closer.

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anonymous asked:

(1/2) Hello! I just wanted to say I've been absolutely IN LOVE with your drabbles and if it's not too much to ask, could I please please please request one? I totally understand if you don't want to :) But it's established AU Klaroline and one day Caroline being the perfectionist she is, doesn't like the way Klaus's tie looks on him so she redoes it. But Klaus purposely horribly tied it because he just liked to stare at her and her adorable concentrated face and Klaus purposely screws up his tie

for the rest of the week cause he just likes to stare at her without her realizing because OBVIOUSLY SHE’S CAROLINE AND SHE’S BEAUTIFUL. But then it just becomes tradition for Caroline to tie his tie every morning because she can’t trust him to do it on his own anymore and after a while, Klaus decides to propose to her by like tying an engagement ring at the end of the tie or something so Caroline realizes it’s there when she’s tying his tie :) Sorry if this is so specific but it’s been one of those scenarios that I’ve wanted to see written as a drabble for the LONGEST time and woops sorry this is 3 messages instead of the 2 I intended and sorry if it’s a lot more specific than I originally thought it was going to but ugh ESTABLISHED KLAROLINE DOING DOMESTIC THINGS JUST GIVES ME ALL THE FEELS AND I JUST GET CARRIED AWAY. So yes, I’d LOVE for you to write this as a drabble but no biggie if not. Thanks for reading anyway! :)

I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for (I’m not really good with AU or AH so this is future Klaroline) and I tweaked the ending a bit. Apologies if it doesn’t live up to your request!


“What’s that?” Caroline asked, stopping short after exiting the bathroom and into their bedroom where Klaus was currently getting ready for the Mayor’s dinner and drinks they were attending that evening.

“What?” he asked back, looking up in the middle of shrugging on his suit jacket with furrowed brows and concern etched on his features.

“That thing around your neck!” she spat in disgust, dumping the make up bag in her hands on the vanity table before slipping into the silver heels she had picked out to go with her violet dress.

Klaus glanced down at himself, smoothing a hand down his chest as he did so. “I believe its my tie, love,” he replied bemusedly.

“No, that’s a tie. That is not the tie I picked out for you to wear tonight,” Caroline pointed out with a huff, turning to give herself a once over in the floor length mirror that decorated one side of their walk-in closet. When he failed to reply, she looked over to see a blank mask on his face. “Jeez, Klaus! The one thing you needed to do and you totally ignored me when I was telling you, didn’t you?”

“You were half naked when you were doing so, Caroline. I will admit, it wasn’t your words I was paying attention to,” he conceded smugly with a shrug, a smirk forming on his handsome features when her glare failed to portray her true annoyance due to the smile tugging at her lips.

Clearing her throat, she turned on her heel and found the dark purple silk tie she had chosen for him on his side of the closet (the part she hadn’t taken over), neatly placed with the rest of his collection. “Nuh-uh. No sweet talking or cheesy lines. Tonight has to be perfect, and to be perfect, we have to look perfect. Got it?” she demanded, pointing a finger in his direction as she walked over to him.

“Perfectly,” Klaus repeated lightly, not fighting her as she unceremoniously tugged away his current tie, throwing it haphazardly in the direction of the bed, before looping the tie she had selected around his upturned collar. He laid his hands on her waist, pulling her into his body until she elbowed him in the solar plexus to allow her some room to work.

“Shut up,” she muttered indignantly, concentrating on the task at hand as she secured his new tie with a Windsor knot. It wasn’t something she had great practice with, but after fifteen years with Klaus, there had been a few instances where her Miss Mystic Falls training had come handy. Happy with how it turned out, she nodded to herself and turned down his collar, patting the knot in pride. “There, now we match!”

“And everyone knows I belong to you,” he added teasingly, to which she scoffed.

Pressing her lips to his briefly so not to ruin her lipstick, she sighed contently when she pulled back. “Oh honey, everyone already knows that.”

“Wait!” Caroline gasped, stopping him in his stride towards the bedroom door. Giving him the once over, she took in his sleek form and pondered what it was that seemed off to her. They were hosting a small party (a ball, really, considering the namesake room they were using) to bring together the different factions of the city in a superficial imitation of peace. It was more to remind them all who was really in charge once again. “Bowtie. A bowtie will look better.”

“You are kidding, aren’t you?” Klaus asked skeptically, unsure what was wrong with his casual silver tie. Allowing him no heed, she raced quickly into the closet in her barefeet before he left. “Very well.”

Finding the drawer housing his ties, she quickly flicked through the small collection of bowties (seriously, a collection of various styles, colours and materials) until she came across an interesting one that would actually match the design of her dress. “Hey, I found this diamante studded one-”

“Not in my very long lifetime, sweetheart,” he cut her off quickly and sharply, making her smirk.

“Fine,” she brushed off, picking up the plain black one and making her way over to him. She smiled at the fact that he had already undone his tie, currently hanging loosely from his fingers. Pulling it into her hands, she tucked it into the crook of her elbow before setting about to tie his bowtie. “Why do you have it if you won’t wear it?”

“It must have been a gift or something,” he said offhandedly, and she could feel his eyes burning a hole into the top of her head. Glancing up through her lashes, she blushed at the heated gaze in his eyes. It was amazing how much adoration and love he could portray in one simply look.

Going back to the tie, her nimble fingers worked the smooth material into place before getting started on it. “Why would anyone give you a bowtie? Don’t they know you?” she asked half-heartedly, crooking an eyebrow dubiously.

“You buy me ties all the time,” he pointed out, dragging a finger down her bare arm until she was forced to slap it away to regain her concentration from where her mind had wandered into dangerous erotic territory.

“I’m your girlfriend; it’s my right to dress you how I want,” Caroline insisted, finishing up his bowtie with a wide smile and a pat to his cheek. “There! Handsome as ever.”

“The red,” Caroline advised when she passed the closet to see Klaus peering into the tie drawer.

“You’re wearing black, though,” Klaus called out, confusion lining his words but she heard the telltale sounds of rustling material and the drawer being closed.

Smirking to herself, she picked up the ruby earrings she was planning on wearing to the cocktail party that evening. ”Not underneath, I’m not.”

“You’re late! We’re going to be late!” Caroline snapped angrily as she re-entered the bedroom to find Klaus finally present and getting ready. She had gone to look for him throughout the house, but when she failed to find anyone let alone him, she had frowned in confusion before padding back to their room.

“Its our dinner, love; we can be as late as we want,” Klaus reminded her, buttoning up his crisp white shirt. She didn’t even bother to hide her roaming eyes at his toned chest, slowly being covered up until she ripped the shirt off him (if he could ruin her clothes, she would do the same to him) later that night.

Shaking her head when she realised she was being pulled into his suggestive words, she pushed away those thoughts for later. “That hasn’t worked every other time you’ve used it on me and it won’t work now,” she huffed, hands on her hips as she unashamedly watched him tuck his shirt into his pants. Averting her eyes when she caught his smug smirk, she dragged her eyes over the bed and saw there was an item missing from the rest of the clothes he had left to put on. “Where’s your tie? I put it right there not half an hour ago!”

“Its probably in the closet. I must have taken it back in there when getting changed,” he shrugged dismissively.

Caroline eyed him suspiciously before rolling them at the innocent look he shot her, dimples and all. Muttering under her breath about him being a thousand year old teenager at times, she headed into the closet, hoping to find the sky blue tie with ease.

Luckily for her, it was the first thing she saw. Laid out on the chest of drawers in the middle of the closet, she frowned when she caught sight of the small, velvet box atop of it. Picking up the box, she wrapped the tie around her hand before curiosity got the better of her.

“Do you have your cufflinks? Because you’ve left a box here on to-” she began, cracking open the small box to see what he had chosen to wear when she cut herself off at the solitaire, diamond ring that was inside. “Oh, my god.”

“Got my cufflinks,” Klaus informed her with a soft smile, leaning against the doorway as he watched her turn towards him. Shock was clearly written on her face, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. “Do you like it?”

Caroline finally managed to tear her eyes away from the ring in her hands for a second, bouncing them from him and back again. “I- Is it-? I mean- Huh?

Chuckling, he pushed himself away from the doorway and stepped up to her. “Let this be known as the first time I have ever had you speechless,” he teased, but she merely blinked back at him. Taking the jewellery box from her hands, he dropped down onto one knee and presented it to her the way he had seen in many of her ‘rom-com’ movies. “Will you marry me, Caroline?” he proposed, watching as her face softened from shock to surprise but still failed to reply. “Now would be a great time to regain your ability to speak.”

His tone was amused with a very obvious mix of worry at her lack of answer. He wasn’t sure how long he was meant to keep waiting (the movies were very misleading with the immediate replies), and he was considering perhaps he had judged the pace of their relationship and the hints he thought she had been dropping the last five years wrongly when she let out a small gasp. A smile immediately curved her lips as tears began to fill her eyes.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Caroline emphasised, her voice getting louder and more excited with each repetition. “Of course I’ll marry you!”

Letting out a breath in relief, he barely got the time to realise what was happening when he was almost knocked off balance (almost) as she flung her arms around his shoulders and pressed her lips to his. Sliding his hands up her legs, he stood up with his arms around her waist without breaking their passionate embrace.

Pulling away only when he realised he hadn’t completed one important aspect of the engagement, Klaus pecked her lips one final time before bringing the hand clasping the ring box in between them. Looking up at her through his lashes when she giggled in anticipation, holding her left hand up for him (blue tie still wrapped around her palm), he plucked out the ring and slid it onto the correct finger. It fit perfectly; snug against her knuckle with the diamond glinting beautifully in the light.

Caroline held up the hand against his chest to admire the sight, leaning her forehead against his as the giggles failed to stop bubbling out. “I love you,” he murmured, lips brushing against hers.

“I love you,” she replied before following through with a heated kiss that effectively stopped the (probable hysteric) giggles in her throat. “We’re really going to be late now. I need to redo my makeup and I kinda wanna just take you to bed first.”

Smirking, Klaus tossed the empty jewellery box behind Caroline onto the chest and reached up to brush her hair back from her face, all the whilst keeping his other arm around her waist to keep her to him. “Its a good thing that dinner is just for the us two then, hmm?” he informed her slyly, tugging her gently with him back towards the main area of their bedroom.

Curling her fist into his shirt, she tossed back her head with a sigh of relief. “God, my fiancé’s a genius.”

anonymous asked:

So, i'm taehyung biased and i know you're vkook biased, but as passionate I see you, im sure you'll understand me. I hate the idea of taehyung being in a drama. you see, everyone was enjoying the april fool's day beside him; all members were making jokes, changing the profiles and i'm like where's taehyung. i'm vkook shipper too, and i feel that drama appearance will make so hard for me. i don't like dramas, so when i will see my taehyung and vkook? omg, i'm so stressed.

this drama will help his act skills but is not good for his idol life. he’s so distant from the others. even yoongi joined the april fools day and i’m so sad. is not just because the vkook is because of him being apart from the others. what do you think. i hope you answer this, i’ve tried not to mention others things would stress you.(2) 

What i think is that..for start, his role in the group was always meant to be in more places than one. They started with V being the 4D member,then the social apearance became more focused on,like… videos/pics with others, during shows he was interacting with various idols too,got MC part which included stuff like that too,then a short show with another idol..etc ….V was and is a wide social role but with Bangtan being ‘home’ always. Is not something that i specifically like since i’m not multifandom but i’m sure ppl that are multifandom,do appreciate such stuff going on plus it’s a way to “share” attention through different fandoms ..something that many idols do from what i’ve seen here and there.

Now that we have this clear…separate in your mind the idol life with life cause even if he isn’t so active with the others like Jimin is with others for example, that doesn’t mean he is actual distant from Bangtan. By getting a good role in a hopefully successful drama,is actually a good thing for his group and especially for himself! For his idol life it’s a good thing entering the acting world cause he will gain attention,show different sides of him and perhaps a second long term career option which is good for his life too plus it’s something he loves to do and he is good at it! You mentioned that you don’t like dramas but we shouldn’t forget that Taehyung is from Korea,and the idol life there doesn’t last for a lifetime. You will see all the members trying different paths on the side of their life as idols!

The filming started since yesterday…and i don’t know how big his role is,how much filming will do but acting is something Taehyung always loved to do and he is good at it! I’m confident that he can pull off different vibes to different roles..I’m sure of it!! And seeing him taking such a challenge for a first time but with great actors plus idols who can help him too,i’m very very very happy for him and you should be too cause even if he might get some hard comments from ppl that side eyes idols turning to actors,Taehyung will prove those ppl wrong!!He is good in acting!!Have zero doubt about that!!Taehyung is expressive too and he was after all practising with Jungkook for years different skits and romance stuff too plus the MV’s experiences etc!!What is left is if he will get used to fast the way to use his voice to express different feelings and during different moments but he’ll get it through i’m sure!Believe in him <3

But where does that leave us that got used to the BTSxBTS life?! Where does that leave us as VKook stans or/and shippers?!

As an army,i believe Bangtan have proven their point as 7 and have a long way to go even if members will do individual activities time to time. I will wish them luck to what they’ll do and in time will get used to the new scedules that will apear and hopefully everything will go well and will return as 7 even stronger and more knowledgeable than before! 

As a VKook stan,i want to slap bighit for years now..nothing new there!;p If my shipping heart is thirsty like a river flowing,my VKook stan heart is like an ocean on another planet that keeps on raining!!! What did i/we ask ppl?!!Just a duet!!Was it too much?! What did i ask?!A proper photoshoot after 2857 other photoshoots since the last time..Was it too much?! What did i ask?! Stop cutting the videos on the best parts!Was it too much again?!!!!UGH But yeah bring it on!!! Been there..done that!! I ain’t going to change my top bias list no matter what you’ll do,bighitttttt!!! So yeah…times like ->this<- i extra appreciate them and thankful that at least Bangtan themselves give some spotlight to my humble young precious boys!!

As shippers,we shouldn’t forget that VKook were never part of the ‘idol life’..VKook were part of the ‘life’ so it’s given to wonder,how we’ll see them when they won’t be doing the same thing in the same place and can’t depend on their posts or bighit sources?! ..How i deal with such times is by “putting” my bias heart above my shipping heart while taking glances from previous times when i miss them as in together. I can’t settle with other pairs to kill some time while waiting for them, so the “ball” is either thrown between VKook or is to them! But each person is i deal with it doesn’t mean it would work for you but i just want to say to you to always listen to your heart. We also have our lifes to deal with after all.. If it becomes too much,get a glass of wine (red;p) ,send them an angst song and tell them that you hope the next time you’ll have a drink in their name,it will be cause you’re not thirsty but full!!♥xD 

anonymous asked:

Can you make a fic where Emma has her period and she wants to have sex with Killian but she's ashamed and don't know how to tell him?

Author’s note: I’m technically not taking prompts, but I couldn’t resist. I’ve wanted to write this kind of smut fic for a while so this is the perfect excuse! If it’s not your thing, feel free to skip! For everyone else, I hope you enjoy. Set post UW.

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That Time

Emma rolled over, blinking against the early morning light. Killian lay peacefully beside her, fringe falling adorably in his face. How many mornings had she woken up like this? For the first few months after returning from the Underworld she took to counting them, if only in her head. Part of her didn’t want to miss a moment with him, not anymore. She’d spent so much time taking him for granted, then when she finally let him in, she lost him. Over and over and over.

So Emma did what she did best. She pushed back at the lord of the dead and reclaimed what was hers. She was done being fate’s bitch. She was Emma Swan and she was taking back her happy ending.

The Underworld felt like a faint memory now. Indeed, there was never much time to wallow in past hurts when there was some other baddie around the corner. It seemed to be neverending in Storybrooke. Once again, she took a page from her parents’ book and decided to make the most of the quiet moments she was given, with them, with Henry, with Killian. Especially with Killian. And he was all too happy to steal a few of those quiet moments too.

He was still a pirate after all.

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Fate and Foam Swords

this was supposed to be an answer to a prompt but it somehow dissolved into this????? so i guess consider it a predrabble to a drabble that will be coming?

If any third party observer were to look at the relationship between Maka Albarn and Soul Evans, there would be only one major criticism they could come up with: the two took things far too seriously.

And that, my friends, makes one hell of a story.


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anonymous asked:

i don't wanna sound mean or ignorant, but could someone please explain all these different genders and sexual preferences to me? i know some of them, but to be honest most of them don't really make sense. again, not trying to mean, i just wanna know what the hell people are talking about. - beth's mun

Oh boy this is gonna take some time and I’m bound to miss something out!! And don’t worry about it cutie pie, the only way you can learn about these things is by asking or by researching!! It’s better to try and educate yourself rather than just shut up and feel bad. *grin*

Obviously, I’m not the be all and end all of knowledge, so please forgive me if I get anything wrong or if I miss something out.

We’ll start with sexual preferences because those are often more well known.

Heterosexual- Someone that is only sexually attracted to those of the opposite gender.

Bisexual- Someone that is sexually attracted to those of the opposite and the same gender. Some people also use bisexual to include those outside the gender binary as well. (I’ll talk about this further down if this term confuses you! ^^)

Pansexual- Someone that is sexually attracted to any gender.

Asexual- Someone who doesn’t experience sexual attraction. This term is quite broad as, because we are all individuals, may experience sexual attraction on a spectrum, so someone who is asexual may still ocassionally enjoy sex and that’s not a bad thing, but neither is it to be repulsed by sex. Lots of asexuals find even talking about sex incredibly uncomfortable. This doesn’t mean necessarily that they’re ‘broken’ or that they’ve been abused, they just don’t find that sex gets their motor running and that’s cool. Some people in this category may call themselves ‘greysexual’ or ’greyasexual’ if they feel they sometimes get sexually aroused by another person.

Demisexual- Someone that only feels sexual attraction to someone after developing a very strong bond with them.

Polysexual/Polyamorous- (I don’t know too much about this one, so someone feel free to correct me or educate me further) Someone that may be sexually attracted to multiple partners at once! This doesn’t mean they love one any less or any more than another. Often people in polyamorous relationships are incredibly committed to those involved and have massive bonds of trust and communication.


carlsbergscuteboyfriend asked:

Polysexual (as far as I know) Is liking people of multiple, but not all genders. (Perhaps a cisfemale like FTM Trans, Cismale and Intersex, but not MTF trans or cis female) Where as Polyamorous is being in love with multiple people at one time (in a variety of configurations, which I reblogged a post about not too long ago)

All of the above can have ‘sexual’ switched for ‘romantic’, for instance someone can be heterosexual (only being sexually attracted to those of the opposite gender) but panromantic (still want to do ‘romantic’ things such as kissing and holding and cuddling with someone of any gender.

Now for the gender terms! Again, my knowledge is limited but I’ll do my best and if anyone feels I’ve unfairly represented someone, feel free to let me know and I’ll amend it. :3 I’m gonna talk about the bare bones of each but everyone expresses their gender identity differently. Yes it’s a complex thing but humans don’t really fit into neat categories!!!

Cisgender- Someone whose gender identity matches the genitalia they were born with.

Transgender- Someone whose biology doesn’t match who their gender identity (eg a man being stuck with female bits and hormones). This sucks because those that are transgender often feel like they’re trapped in the wrong body. Many choose to go on hormone therapy to alter their biology to fit more comfortably with who they are. Some choose to go on to have surgery to alter their body as well, but unfortunately these procedures are still in the early stages of being developed and aren’t for everyone. However the medical community is making leaps and bounds in very short amounts of time, so that’s hopeful for the future that nobody will ever have to feel like they’re in the wrong body again. :)

Intersex-  Someone who was born with elements of both male and female biology. Intersex is a moderately new term, stepping away from the old associations of abuse and dehumanisation of the word ‘hermaphrodite’. Some intersex people may still choose to describe themselves using it, but most find it either insulting or misleading as people often mistake human hermaphrodism for what’s known as ‘true hermaphrodite’ (which means fully functioning male and female genitalia, which is not possible in mammals). They may choose to express themselves however they wish, depending on the individual, but lack of awareness about intersex people and quite frankly inhumane medical practices surrounding them (I really don’t want to go into the awful detail here), means that society has still a long way to go to make intersex individuals feel comfortable with themselves. Which really sucks.

Genderfluid- Someone who fluctuates between genders depending on how they feel, regardless of their genitalia and hormones. Some days a genderfluid individual may feel incredibly uncomfortable expressing themselves as female and instead present as male. Others, it might be vice versa or something inbetween. Androgny is a common expression. :3

Bigender- Similar to genderfluid, but by definition tends to stick to the opposite ends of binary, so mostly male and female.

Androgyne- Mentioned in genderfluid, this is someone that feels, instead of the vastly differing extremes of male or female, would rather express themselves in the middle of the spectrum, and does not identify as either gender but perhaps a ‘third gender’.

Agender- Someone who doesn’t identify as any gender. Okay this one is fairly underepresented, perhaps because it often gets confused with genderfluid, which is understandable. Agender individuals don’t feel any kind of connection with gender at all. They may express themselves as male or female, but don’t connect with it. Agender individuals may often feel dysphoria because of this and may feel no connection to their body. This is different from transgender or genderfluid dysphoria as it’s less ‘my body doesn’t match and its horrible and ugh why’ and more ‘wait, are you sure this is my body?’

Genderqueer- This is often used as a general umbrella term for those that don’t identify as cisgender. :3

In short, human beings are marvellous wonderful creatures that have created all these terms to stop individuals feeling alienated in a society that is currently very wrapped up in gender roles.

Non binary genders and differing sexualities are also frequent in nature, no matter what some narrow minded bigots might try and convince you otherwise. All you need is a little bit of research and the world gets a whole lot more beautiful.


p.s. Lemme know if you want anything clarified or if I’ve missed anything. I am not a representative for all of the above, obviously, but I’ve done my best and hopefully you can go on from here and leaaarn. <3 Isn’t knowledge just wonderful??

anonymous asked:

Here's what I don't understand tho - in the interim of time when they thought the Dragon had killed himself, Will seemed all ready to go back to his life with Molly. Do you think that was a sham? Did he somehow know he was still alive? How would he have gotten Hannibal out if there had been no reason to stage a breakout?

I don’t think Will was surprised to find that the Dragon was still alive, but I think if he had outright disbelieved he was dead, he would have taken more steps to protect himself than he did. 

The crucial thing about the Dragon being alive (and contacting him) is that Will could suddenly see a way for him to get Hannibal out. 

When he thought the Dragon was dead, he had to convince Hannibal to get himself out. 

And how to do that? 

There are two ways. 

1) threaten to go back to his life with Molly. 

This first one doesn’t work. Hannibal is fine with staying where he is, so long as Will promises “think about me… think about me, Will… don’t worry about me.” He’s so patient and true that he’s willing to wait even longer if necessary. Ugh. This man!

But Will doesn’t want that, so he goes for way #2:

2) imply that the reason for Hannibal putting himself in prison was a lie.

Hannibal’s self-imposed incarceration was only attractive to him because it was a genuine romantic gesture; when Will implies that he only rejected Hannibal to trick him into handing himself in, that suddenly cheapens his sacrifice, it makes prison an undesirable option. 

And it’s a lie, of course! At the time Will absolutely believed it of himself, when he rejected Hannibal; it wasn’t a trick. It was genuine. But Will, cruelly, makes Hannibal believe otherwise. He makes sure he doesn’t want to be in there any more, knowing he can rely on Hannibal to break himself out, if he really wants to.

And then, once it turns out the Dragon is alive, and Hannibal finds out Will is plotting to use him as bait?? 

Suddenly he understands what his Cunning Boy was trying to do… 

Don't mind me. I'm just a Sakura fan.

My encounter with a fellow Naruto fan–a coworker:

This was an all around bad idea on my part. I usually don’t talk about Naruto simply because things literally go downhill from this statement: Sakura is my favorite character.

Well, as expected, things did go downhill very quickly.

After telling my coworker that Sakura was my favorite, he immediately said “Sakura is such a dumb character”.

His reasoning wasn’t very clear about why she was dumb, as nothing in the series could prove that to be factual, but he then went on to say how she still loved Sasuke.

Ugh, right?

Well, I went on to tell him about how if he didn’t discredit and dislike Sakura so much, perhaps he wouldn’t have missed her subtle and not-so-subtle developments that prove her worth as a character and her dying love for Sasuke. I also went on to say how practically everything she’s been doing throughout Shippuden has been for Team 7, but mostly for Naruto’s sake.

He did not enjoy that. Nor did he enjoy hearing that I am waiting for Naruto and Sakura to get together. Okay, that’s fine and dandy. But then Hinata got brought into the discussion and it ruffled my feathers. I actually said how I understand that Westerners often miss Kishi’s intent with Sakura and can fall for the helpess and hopeless Hinata. Yes, read on and you’ll see why I call her that.

Let me tell you how fabricated and delusional NHs are.

Argument 1: Hinata died for Naruto from Pain.

Counterargument: (Slow down and stop.) Hinata didn’t die for being stabbed. Sakura healed her. Sakura cannot bring people back from the dead. (This happened before Pain used Gedo art of Rinne Rebirth)

*parentheses indicate unspoken words that should be obvious*.

Argument 2: Something came out of his mouth that “you just feel so bad for Hinata”. *This is why I say people fall for the helpless damsel in distress. Well, most Westerners anyway. I’d rather read about a strong woman who can stand on her own two feet without needing someoen as a permanent crutch. Hinata falls into category of the age for me when Disney was my biggest interest: grade school.*

Counterargument: So what? There’s literally so much pity I can have for a character for so long until it vanishes. (Just because she loves Naruto doesn’t mean he HAS to requite those feelings).

Argument 3: Neji died and told Naruto to take care of Hinata. He died for Hinata’s sake and the Main Branch.

Counterargument: Neji didn’t die to validate or support NaruHina. He died to protect Hinata, yes, but his reasoning was that Naruto’s life was not his own. That is why the panel of his parents and the others was shown. It was not meant to say “yeah take care of my cousin and be with her because she loves you”.

Argument 4: Here’s where I said Naruto will confess to Sakura eventually and he told me it wasn’t going to happen.

Counterargument: There’s too much build-up to it for it to not happen. (Naruto already said he didn’t want to live with regret, so why wouldn’t he give it a shot? He’s only holding out until he can have Sakura freely choose him over Sasuke and not want him because she can’t have Sasuke. That’s why he was mad at her for lying about her feelings in her confession. It was clear at that point that she wasn’t completely over Sasuke, and she even said that she couldn’t love a criminal, which implies that she couldn’t have him even if she wanted him.)

Argument 5: Sakura loves Sasuke.

Counterargument: Sakura does not love Sasuke in a romantic sense anymore. Her reactions to him since he left and especially during the war have proved that she is getting over him, not to mention depressed with ever liking him to begin with. She doesn’t even trust him anymore. And let’s not forget that Kakashi even observed that she doesn’t have the same feelings for him that she used to.

His continued argument: Yeah, it’s stronger now.

I didn’t need to press this particular topic any further. Would you? It’s an obvious case of willful misreading.

Argument 6: Hinata and Naruto are going to get together.

Counterargument: If Naruto wanted Hinata, why did he, even after learning she loved him and even held her hand on the battlefield, call Sakura his girlfriend? (In Hinata’s vicinity, and to the man he idolizes the most.)

We got busy so he couldn’t respond. Needless to say though, he didn’t have anything further to say on the issue.

Here’s an argument that I raised on my own: Hinata did something important for Naruto, making him stand up for the others because his life is not his own anymore. I agree about that. But that’s just it. It was for the others. Sakura wanted Naruto to stay alive for the simple reason that he had to see his dream come true. Hinata sees Naruto as a hero like everyone else, but Sakura sees Naruto as a human who is vulnerable and can’t shoulder everything alone. (She was supporting him and his dream by pumping his heart to bring him back to life.)

His Counterargument: Sakura wants him to succeed because he’s her teammate.

My finisher: So just because they’re teammates, that means they can’t love one another? That’s just like saying you can’t meet someone in a class you’re taking and be with them.

This is an annoying argument many will raise. It’s like to them it’s literally impossible to fall for someone you spend a lot of time with leisurely or otherwise, work well with, understand better than anyone else could, have been through thick and thin with, fought tooth and nail with/for, and have watched grow for years. Yeah, totally impossible to love someone like that.

He said other things that were a bit upsetting for a Naruto fan to say. He called Kakashi useless not long after I said how he saw that Sakura’s feelings for Sasuke have changed. Apparently now that he doesn’t have the Sharingan, he’s not as important.

Also, he believes Naruto and Sasuke won’t wind up fighting at all despite the build-up to it. This is understandable, but some part of me feels like their particular plot isn’t and won’t be over until they settle things.

At some point, I did tell him that Sasuke only saved Sakura and Kakashi from the Infinite Tsukuyomi this was to prove Sasuke doesn’t care about Sakura in any romantic sense because she was next to Naruto.

I’m not sure what runs through the minds of people like him. To call Sakura dumb isn’t any better than calling her useless, as she is neither of the two considering her outstanding merits, actions, and many, many acknowledgments, but it’s a hard pill to swallow that people think in such strange ways (to put it politely).

cayvision  asked:

I read a lot of Kise stuff and my problem with him is that he apparently wants a girl who won't tie him down. But don't you think he'd be the clingy one? At the same time I can still imagine him being flirty to other girls while in a relationship. I don't believe he's the cheating type so it probably wouldn't go past flirting. Ugh! Kise's character is pretty hard for me to understand especially if he's different in the manga and anime. Then the question is what's he really like?

/cracks knuckles/ I’ve been waiting for this

Kise is a very complex character, and there is no way to deny this. 

Anime!Kise gives off the impression of being very frivolous and easy-going, seeming like one of those people who can’t quite see past their own problems. In a way, he really is like that, especially before Kaijou lost to Seirin in that practice match. Kise is a model and attracts a lot of attention as a basketball player. Even if he didn’t have those two factors on his side, he’d still be really popular simply because of his good looks and charm. After the loss to Seirin, I think he focuses a lot more on practice, and is on the road to character development: no, you are not invincible; you won’t always be on the top if you don’t do something to keep you there; you are not playing alone.

Now there’s Manga!Kise. Of course, we’re talking about the same puppy-like person who adores ‘Kurokocchi’, but here is the catch: this Kise is a lot more focused than Anime!Kise. Not only on basketball, but on life as well. Sure, we don’t see much of his personal life outside practice and matches, but I get the feeling that Kise has always been good at everything he does, and has always been praised for it. In a way, he’s a person who gets bored easily. Like I mentioned before, he gives me the impression that he keeps everyone he first meets at arm’s length. He’s not overly friendly with anyone at first, and I think he’s just polite and charming to his fangirls, though the anime makes it look like he’s flirting with all of them. Of course, he doesn’t want anyone stalking him, so if you want to befriend him you’ll have to look for him sparingly, be very open and act like yourself, because he’ll look at everyone that wants to befriend him with caution and doubt. Again, he’s a very talented person, and I bet a lot of people have approached him with less than noble reasons.

These two are not so different, it’s just that the anime shows a more easy going Kise than anything. 

Let’s talk about his love life, shall we?

If, by some chance, you manage to catch his attention and make him fall for you, we’ll start talking about Puppy!Kise. The one that wants his crush to see how amazing he is; the one that wants to always see his crush laughing happily (and, preferably, be the reason of their smile); the one that gets jealous incredibly easy.

To date Kise someone has to be strong. Maybe not physically, but mentally. You’ll be pressured a lot, since he’s very popular and people have high expectations for him. Fangirls are also a problem, and do not doubt them; they will bully you. So yes, the first thing his partner has to be is strong.

Also, very patient and understanding. Modelling and basketball take up a lot of Kise’s time, and sometimes he will cancel your dates because something came up. He’ll always be an apologizing mess, though.

Yes, Kise wants someone who won’t tie him down. It’s the last thing he needs, tbh. Like I mentioned above, he doesn’t have a lot of free time, and things won’t work out with someone who keeps pressuring him to take them out on dates and spend a lot of time with them. Not only that, but I also think that someone who gets jealous easily won’t appeal that much to him, because again, he is very popular, and being in contact with people is part of his job.

Which takes us to another very important point: he doesn’t want someone who will tie him down, yet Kise himself is clingy. I will say this again because this is really important, but what Kise needs is a patient and understanding partner. He does have a small inferiority complex (which I won’t dare get too deep in - at least for now) and despite him being handsome and talented at so many things, he’s afraid someday his partner will leave him. Maybe because they feel like he doesn’t have time for them, maybe they don’t like the polite charm he offers to his fangirls, maybe because they simply don’t feel comfortable with all the attention he gets. So yes, he’s terrified of not being good enough for his s/o. Which is why I believe he’d be clingy. Not the for-God’s-sake-let-me-walk-on-my-own clingy, but more like the type that would always want to be close to his partner - and, if possible, touching them somehow. PDA is extremely important to him; it clearly shows that his partner is his, and he is theirs. Because of the time they’d spend apart, he’d miss them like crazy all the time, so when he finally gets to see them it’s very hard to keep him off his partner.

I don’t think he usually flirts with girls. He’s polite and nice to them, and sometimes it might seem like flirting, but he’d immediately cease all of that once he so much as takes an interest in somebody. He’d want them to notice that his whole attention is on them and no one else.

I think that overall there is a lot more to Kise than both the anime and the manga show. Kise has a lot of insecurities and doubts, so he’d need someone level-headed and calm to have very long talks to reassure him. If I’m to be completely honest with you, I think he just needs someone to tell him that it’s okay to not be the best all the time.

anonymous asked:

Could you write a Ricky Horror imagine where you're friends with Motionless In White and you both like each other but don't know it, but the rest of the band does so you all play truth or dare and they're trying to get either of you to confess to the other until finally they just lock you in a room together and won't let you out until you guys confess (sorry if it's confusing)

Sorry this is so long! Getting back into imagine writing is a little difficult when you’ve been out of it for a while. Enjoy <3 

~ Syn


Being friends with Motionless In White has its ups and downs, it’s ups is having such goofy friends that you enjoy being with them every minutes, the down side was having feelings for one of your best friends, Motionless In White’s guitarist Richard Allen Olson the third or well known as Ricky Horror.

The guys had asked to be one of their ‘merch bitches’ as they class it as, which means I set up the bands merch, work during the concert selling their merch with one of my close girlfriend’s and lead singer of Motionless In White’s girlfriend; Sabrina. We’re half way through the tour and it’s been amazing so far, meeting fans, hanging out with my friends every day, worse thing is always getting asked my fans if Ricky and I are going out, and my feelings for Ricky growing more and more every day. Everyone on the Motionless bus knows except for Ricky, they tell me every day that he feels the same way but I doubt that.

We’re currently on our day off bored out of our brains,

“Ugh I’m so bored” Vinny says for the hundredth time

“Go find something to do” balz said

“There is nothing to do” Ryan said

“Guys, guys, guys, why don’t we play a game?” Chris suggested

“Like what babe?” Sabrina asked

“Truth or dare?” suggested Ghost. We all agreed with Ghost’s suggestion since there wasn’t anything else better to do, we all sat in a sort of circle either on the couches, floor or table,

“Chris truth or dare?” Ghost asked

“Dare” Chris said back

“I dare you to kiss Sabrina” Ghost said, Chris did what Ghost dared him to and kissed her sweetly on the lips, sigh I wish Ricky could do that to me but that wouldn’t happen. Everybody had a go of truth or dare and it was finally my turn.

“Truth or dare y/n” Vinny asked, I gulped, I couldn’t pick truth or they would think I’m too much of a woos but if I choose dare, what would happen?

“Dare” the word just slipped out of my mouth, all the guys except Ricky since he stepped out of the bus to have a smoke looked at each other with mischievous grins on their faces

“I dare you y/n to go into the back room and wait there” Vinny said smirking. I quickly stood up and headed towards to the back room to wait for whatever was happening.

A few minutes had passed and my hands had started to sweat, what’s going to happen? I started to hear footsteps and I stood up to see what would happen next, the door opened and Balz and Chris pushed Ricky into the room with me

“Now you guys have to confess something to each other, this door is going to be locked until we hear what you guys have to confess” as soon as Balz said that we heard the lock being locked on the other side of the door.

Ricky ad I stared at each other for a while

“Come on guys, confess already! Y/n do it already!”

“Y/n what do you have to confess to me?” Ricky asked, my hands started to sweat furiously

“um-um” Ricky cocked his eyebrow up

“I-I…. Ilikeyousofuckingmuch”

“What? I didn’t understand you” Ricky said confused

“I-I like you a lot” I looked down towards the ground waiting for the impact of Ricky’s rejection

“I like you too y/n, a lot too” Ricky said, you looked up and saw in this face how truthful he was being

“Really?” you asked more for yourself

“Yeah” Ricky said before stepping towards you and kissed you sweetly on the lips. You finally had gotten what you wanted all along.

“FINALLY” everyone groaned outside the door, the pair of you heard the click of the door unlocking and all of a sudden everyone bombarded you and Ricky.

towanda94  asked:

Trust me, you are not the only one being paranoid over Levi or Hanji being killed. I can't go on like this ISAYAMA WHY DON'T YOU STUCK THEM IN A PLACE SAFE FOR TWENTY CHAPTERS?


This pairing is going to be the death of me. But it’s not even the pairing, because I really like the characters as individuals, too. At the same time…ugh. I could write so many posts on this it hurts.

Here is my rambly thought process at the moment. Maybe a more coherent post later when I’m not feeling so droopy tired!

(Spoilers under cut.)

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Nature, Nurture, Heaven, Home

Third and final Pearlrose Bomb ficlet. They kept Amethyst. ~2000 words

Based on an anon request and a line prompt by queenusagi. Warning for canon-typical violence and wartime Pearl.

Nature, Nurture, Heaven, Home

“I hate this place,” Pearl mumbled under her breath, pulling at the airy material of her tunic in an attempt to free it from where it had snagged on the jagged edges of a broken-down injector.

She could hear a hum of vague assent come from Rose, up ahead and inspecting a cliff face, but even the presence she cherished unlike any other did little to ease the crawling discomfort in her gut. They’d already found and bubbled one corrupted Gem during their rounds, true, and it seemed very unfair to blame Garnet for the situation, but she’d been the one to suggest that their presence here was needed and Pearl desperately wanted to pin the blame on someone – Garnet, very conveniently, hadn’t even come with them. The Kindergarten was nothing but a grim, dreary reminder of things none of them could ever undo, as well as the endless, horrifying trials they’d gone through in an attempt to do exactly that.

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victoriakca  asked:

I'm so lame, I don't even know what to ask for in my blurb other than Luke. Darn him & his freaking adorable, amazing, talented self. I mean, adklnfraeirhj ugh. Don't hate me, please.

this one’s for you victoriakca, i really hope it was okay. i did research and everything i hope you like it!

He would have first laid eyes on you at some beat down coffee shop in whatever city he happened to be playing that night. He had only been interested in a quick energy boost before he had to preform in front of hundreds of screaming fans who had inadvertently claimed him as theirs, but the moment his eyes locked on yours, during that small exchange that you both shared, he knew he was here for more than just coffee.

Fast forward to your first date. He would have wiped his sweaty palms against his worn out jeans that he had worried wouldn’t impress you. Nervously, he brought his knuckles up to the door and knocked exactly three times. “You look… Wow.” He breathed. The giggle he got in response would be a sound that he would treasure. The car ride was mostly silent, the static hum of the radio absently filling in for small talk. Neither of you were quite sure what to say. You had both decided on a typical movie date, thinking that it might help to relieve some of the teenage nerves that were inevitably going to build up. The wait for the tickets was filled with accidental arm brushes, lame conversation starters, and doubts that the other person was really interested. Arguably, the movie itself could have been much better, but somewhere in between the bad jokes and awkward laughs, Luke had managed to build up the courage to reach over and lace his fingers with yours.

Three months later and you’re having your first fight. Mindless insults are being thrown, tainting the air with the horrible feeling that he might leave. Your faces are red and and your mouths are spit firing everything you promised to never say to each other, both lost in the heat of the moment, so desperate to make the other understand things from your point of view. “Maybe if I had a girlfriend that understood that I have a job that requires me to be away a lot, we wouldn’t be in this situation!” He screamed, desperate for some relief from the anger that was building up inside of him quicker than he knew how to handle. “Is that it Luke? Is that what would make you happy? Someone who could put up with the only person they love more than themselves constantly being away from home?” You screamed back at a pitch you never knew existed within you. “Luke, if that’s what would make you happy, then by all means, go ahead!” Tears brimmed your eyes at the thought of him walking out. “Don’t cry, y/n.” “Luke..” Don’t cry” He took a step closer to you. “Don’t cry because then I’m gonna cry and then I won’t be able to hold you as tightly as you deserve to be held and I won’t be able to apologize for being a complete jackass without sounding like a mess so please, don’t cry.” He closed the space between you two and brought you into a tight embrace, lightly fiddling with the ends of your hair and placing gentle kisses on the top of your head.

Seeing you walk through those huge wooden doors, your arm tightly linked with your fathers and the organ playing deeply in the background was a sight that made Luke’s breath hitch in the back of his throat and his palms go sweaty. The dress that hugged your body perfectly, adorned with those beautiful shoes and that gorgeous veil that Luke’s mom (much to your protest) insisted you get, because her daughter in-law deserved the best and only the best. The price was what worried you at first, you had never been one to go all out in terms of spending, but after almost an hour of gentle coaxing and pleading and endless compliments, you had decided to go with it. Money was never an issue with you and Luke, and you knew that, but the idea of spending so much on something that was going to be worn for one night seemed taboo to you. You would have been happy getting married in shorts and a t-shirt as long as it was with Luke. For both of you, the actual wedding was more for your friends and family than for you two. You both knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your lives with each other, and a simple ceremony only made it official. His throat swelled at the sight of you walking down the aisle. As you reached him, you gently left a kiss on your fathers cheek as he gave Luke a small nod of approval, something that meant the world to him. You walked in front of Luke, placing your hands in his and smiling up at him, your eyes sparkling with unshed tears. His gaze met yours instantaneously, not paying attention to what was being said. Five boys stood behind him, his bandmates and his brothers. Six girls stood behind you, your two sisters and your three best friends.“Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the joining of y/n and Luke in marriage. With love and commitment, they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife.” The priest began. “No other human ties are more tender and no other vows more important than those you are about to take. Both of you come to this day with the deep realization that the contract of marriage is sacred as are all of its obligations and responsibilities.” Luke looked down at you tenderly, swiping the top of your hand with the pad of his thumb. Do you Luke, take y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?” “I do.” He spoke, softly looking down at you in awe. “And do you y/n, take Luke to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?” “I do.” You replied, looking up at Luke with equal amazement. “And now, by the power vested in me, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.” Luke leaned down and captured your lips in a magical kiss, both of your hearts beating wildly at the thought of spending your lives together, celebrating the ups and helping each other with the downs. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Hemmings.”

part 2 maybe?