ugh i just cannot

anonymous asked:

hi, i'm looking for a puckleberry fic and wondering if you might know it? basically it was rated M and rachel was the president, puck was on her secret service and they were fucking in the oval office and like, eating dinner together in the residence. do you have any recollection of it? thank you either way!

can’t say i do, sorry. if anyone that follows me knows it, i invite them to answer. 

Concept: phantom of the opera where everything is the same except the phantom wears a ‘mrs doubtfire’ mask and pretends to be a nice old lady called madame giry - which explains why she’s the one to deliver his letters and suggests christine as understudy and generally is anywhere, anytime. Plus, has anyone ever seen the phantom and madame giry in the same place at the same time?

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Percico holding hands for the first time commission for @binyeum

Dating the Swim Team Captain does have its perks, doesn’t it, Nico? He’s so embarrassed. Percy’s goal is to make him flustered and happy at the same time and Nico wearing knee high Converse was something I never knew I needed. 

My Reaction to Cursed Child
  • *scorbus is SUPER evident throughout the entire book*
  • Scorpius at the very end of the book: I ASKED OUT ROSE!!!! I LOVE HER SOOOOO MUCH
  • Me: ex- excuse me????
  • *puts down book*
  • Me: *inhales deeply* I cannOT BELIEVE

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firstbreaths  asked:

literati au where they both go to the same school (either chilton or stars hollow high)

oh goddddd you know my weakness (for the sake of these headcanons, rory and dean stayed broken up after s1)

  • okay but it’s chilton, for sure. he has still moved to stars hollow, but she meets him at school beforehand and they immediately dislike each other; something about the way she talks to much in class and covets authors that make him want to gouge his eyes out and how he seemingly does absolutely nothing but still makes higher marks than her that drives her ~crazy~ and they do nothing but argue but there’s just something they can’t pinpoint
    • (but he can’t deny the way her tights fit to her legs and how her pouty bottom lip drives him wild and her eyes – oh her eyes; she’s a leggy blue eyed angel of death)
    • (and don’t even get her started on the picture he makes; pen placed behind his ear and a paperback stuffed in his back pocket and his sleeves rolled up his forearms and devil may care way he seems to go about everything that makes her want to jostle him but also makes her want to know if those stories that madeline and louise tell her about the goings on in the deserted hallway on the west side of campus really live up to her imagination)
  • she knows it’s him who pulls the anonymous pranks – stealing all the teachers chalk, pilfering the chilton bell in headmaster charleston’s office (shout out to kris on that one), and placing all the textbooks floor to ceiling in the teachers lounge – because he pulled the same shit in stars hollow; she remembers the chalk outline outside of doose’s and how he smirked until she cracked but at least she got through to him that he shouldn’t treat luke like shit or the video store ‘rory curtain’ debacle where she had a feeling of what he put in the g-rated movie cases
    • (and when he gets caught and is forced to leave campus, he still smirks eyes dark and intense as they focus on hers while he’s leaving; he winks and she blushes, fighting to stop smiling, and she opens her locker later that afternoon surprised to find the picture placed in the video store is rolled and locked up tight away from the prying eyes of taylor)
  • they serve detention together one day, him for stealing the bell or her for sneaking in with the god forsaken Puffs, and they’re the only one’s there; sitting several tables apart in the middle of the library. she tries to focus on her homework, and he’s nose deep in a book she’s certain not for any class taken here but she can’t concentrate. he starts humming ‘sheena is a punk rocker’ under his breath, flipping his pen between his fingers and she forgot her walkman at home today and it’s distracting as hell
    • (it doesn’t help that there’s no supervision; not even the librarian who stays late to put new books away; just them and their books and the clock ticking away)
    • (he’s no longer reading, she can feel his eyes on her hunched form; she’s shucked off her sweater and pulled up her a skirt a bit, her legs stretched out in front of her and all he sees is the edges of the pleats resting against the middle of her thighs and all he can picture is himself on his knees, head resting under her skirt and fingers digging into her smooth skin)
    • (could you stop staring at me please, it’s distracting passes from her lips as she throws her pen down, done with taking notes and focusing all her attention on him; her fingers wrap up in the hem of her skirt and once again, it’s him who’s distracted)
    • (i just can’t understand why on earth you want to bore yourself with writing a paper on poetry; just say it already we’re dying here he says, as he comes closer, resting his book – “a tree grows in brooklyn” – right next to hers as he sits two chairs over, head resting on his closed fist and bottom lip bit as he look at her and her heart beat quickens and he questions his distaste for poetry with come on you have to love at least something as her blue eyes shine up at him and her hair falls over her shoulder, her lips turned up at the corners)
    • (and when he smirks, his tongue running along his bottom lip, and shakes his head ‘no’ she takes his hand, the warmth spreading through her fast, and pulls him in the direction of the poetry section and places them directly in front of Neruda; she reads a couple lines – her favourite “i want to do with you what spring does to the cherry trees” – before he sticks his finger in the crease of the book, stopping her completely as he tilts her face up with a finger under her chin and his lips are on hers and a moan escapes her throat as his tongue tangles with hers and the words of love and lust and beauty make her taste like nothing he’s ever experienced)
    • (she ends up with her back pressed against the shelves, one of his hands sliding up her thigh and under her skirt and hers running along his collarbone and she lets out a breathless laugh as his mouth whispers the verses of “i crave, i want, i hunger” along the column of her neck and she just knew he had to know something)
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Wᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ… ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʜᴀs ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

okay so fun* thought:

  • in #1.05, we see “jack’s dad hoisting the stanley cup for the third time in 1978″
  • in this extra, we learn that jack’s dad turned 57 in january 2014
  • meaning he was born in 1957
  • so in june 1978, he was 21

or to rephrase all that: 

  • jack’s dad won the stanley cup for the third time at age 21
  • which is also how old jack was when he enrolled in samwell
  • haha i’m in pain

*note: thought may not actually be fun

no tall kyle is good, so good, i love him, don’t get me wrong. but i don’t think you understand how much i love the idea of kyle being this angry little bug. so small, yet so full of fury. all this anger inside this teeny, tiny little body. where does he keep it all? who knows! and if you make him mad, then he’s at the perfect height to jump up and head-butt you in the chin. yes, short kyle is my everything. <3