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brasslizard  asked:

Thank you so much for sharing your writing with us. I am a huge fan of your characterization, pacing, plot, and even your evil, evil cliff hangers. Your writing style flows very organically and I find myself reading and re-reading your work. 800 follower prompt: Shiro/Matt and either pointless angst (2, 15, etc) or shenanigans (14, 31, etc). Or writer's choice. Basically just Shiro/Matt. :-)

(Thank you so much dude you are waaaay too kind.  <3)

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No no, we aren’t breaking up! You didn’t let me finish. I’m gay for YOU. (And I’m queer for math!)

“We need to talk,” Matt told Shiro plainly.  “Honestly, this was long overdue.”

Pausing at the unusually flat tone, Shiro glanced back over his shoulder.  His shirt was still tangled around his arms as he yanked it off, and he let both hang in front of him.  “What kind of talk?”

Matt tilted his head up, jaw set.  It was an expression he usually used when he was steeling himself for something.  “One we should have had weeks ago.”

Well, that was straightforward.

Something about Matt’s expression made Shiro tense.  Maybe it was just that he was so unused to having it directed at him.  At least, not in months.  Years, now.

It was like Matt was trying to figure out how to break some bad news to him.

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Groovy like a drive-in movie

[The Bellas try to go to the drive-in. The girls find out Beca and Jesse broke up. Chloe wants to talk about it. 

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The idea started out simple enough. The girls were sitting around the house one particularly sweltering southern day, doing just short of nothing. Well, actually, they were almost all sprawled out in various positions on the living room floor with several window fans on full blast. Jessica and Ashley had fallen into a simultaneous heat induced sleep, so hot that not even their fingertips were touching for once. Chloe wasn’t far behind them. Flo was hanging upside down off the back side of the couch, practicing touching her tongue to her nose. Lily was lying on her back, completely stiff but with her eyes wide open. Cynthia-Rose had resorted to sticking her head in the freezer, despite Aubrey’s constant nagging saying that she alone would be paying the electric bill this month if she didn’t knock it off. Emily, being the youngest, had been sent to get more ice from down the street. Beca and Amy were lying in the center of the room and their constant groaning and complaints were getting to the better of everyone, though making Aubrey particularly testy. Stacie was seemingly unaffected by the heat, though extraordinarily bored since no one else in the damn house would move. She refused to spend the night like this too. Suddenly, she decided she would take no more, pulled out her phone and did a quick Google search of ‘drive-in’ movies. Thankfully for her, the one not more than twenty minutes away by foot, and much less than that by car, was open. Not to mention they were playing that new superhero flick she’s been dying to see. Stacie was absolutely determined to get the Bellas out of the house and to that movie by sundown. The issue would first be convincing almost all of the Bellas to agree to even get up, and then to employ their efforts to make Beca agree. Though hell, once Chloe’s on board, swaying that little issue should be no problem at all. 

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Adam Ant- Get It On (T. Rex cover) 2011

That awkward moment when Adam Ant is almost as old as my parents and I still find him very attractive.

  • *Molly's flat*
  • Sherlock: *knocks*
  • ...
  • Sherlock: *frowns; listens at her door*
  • *sounds of male and female laughter inside*
  • Sherlock: *knocks harder*
  • Molly: *opens her door, wearing shorts and a tank top; hastily* What?
  • Sherlock: Case.
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* Busy *attempts to close her door*
  • Sherlock: *shoves his foot in the door; annoyed* You have a guest?
  • Molly: *sighs* If you must know, he's fixing my air con. In case you haven't noticed, it's boiling in here.
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* I could have done that for you.
  • Molly: *laughs* Yeah, okay.
  • Sherlock: Get rid of him.
  • Molly: *annoyed* No. If you don't like it, I suggest you-
  • Sherlock: *kisses her*
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: Hmm, *clears her throat* now that I think about it, maybe he has outstayed his welcome.
  • Sherlock: *smug*