warm place to sleep

You're asexual? But...

“but sex is what makes us human!”

 

in 1916 a French officer in his twenties writes his

doctoral dissertation under

heavy mortar fire.

he sends it by mail, a page

at a time, to his wife.

a week before he’s to step up to the podium and

defend his work rather than hiscountry

he is killed in action.

even as the bullets rip

through him he still wishes he could have become a professor

in French literature and

the university awards him a posthumous Ph.D.

sex is

 

a woman breaks down in tears on the phone because

a week is not enough time to

get over a breakup.

her sister drives an hour across town,

comes up the front steps with

a gallon of ice cream and somebeer

and together they eat moose tracks and marathon

every

single

Godzilla movie

ever made.

 

sex is

she’s late for work but her car isn’t

starting and even through her coat and hat she’s cold.

she knows she can’t be late again because she’s missed

one time too many already because her

father’s nurse was sick with the flu and someone

needed to help him bathe.

the clock ticks past fifteen after and she hits

the wheel like it’s a heavy bag as though that will help

steps on the gas like the car will go

and wonders how she will pay rent

and how she will feed her father.

sex is

 

it takes three people to hold the predator down because

even with the cover over his head

a bleeding eye and shattered wing

he is trying to hurt them.

none of them have seen this bird before in their lives but

they bandage his wing and head and give him a painkiller and

put him in a warm place to sleep and heal because

it is right.

at first he is paralyzed and cannot

fly but soon he is taking steps

and then fluttering, and then soaring, and

six months later he is whole and healed and hunting.

once he is gone they never see him again

which means they’ve done their jobs right.

sex is

 

in 1969 a girl watches grey-and-white footage on her parents’ tiny television and

can’t quite believe that what she is seeing is not a movie set but

another planet.

the men on the screen look a little like

aliens with bulbous heads and no faces and fat

marshmallow arms

but they are still men.

her mother puffs on a cigarette behind her and declares that

this is progress

even if it was just a small step.

the girl grows up to be not an astronaut but a secretary

and her boss calls her ‘sweetheart’.

but sex is

 

a boy is taught that real men don’t cry so

he doesn’t.

when his best friend dies from a self-inflicted

gunshot wound, he locks himself

in the shower every day and sobs under scalding

water until it runs cold

so nobody will see him grieving

so nobody will see that tears are just love that

has no place left to go.

he learns to dull love rather than suppress its expression and

soon the owner of the liquor store knows him by name.

three DUIs, two evictions, and twelve steps later,

he is feeding people at a homeless shelter,

and telling them it’s all right to cry.

Sex is

 

the broken man tells the comedian

that he didn’t mean to step in front of the car but the rain

made it hard to see.

he seems okay but his leg

does not.

the comedian clutches a grubby receipt with the driver’s

plate number scrawled on the back

in pink pen, stands out in the rain so the broken man

can have his umbrella,

and gives him the comedy routine that ruined his career

so the man doesn’t think about the pain in his leg.

once he’s out of the hospital, the fixed man sends him a thank-you card

with kittens on it.

what makes us human

 

yawning is contagious,

and there is a species of bird whose young we call “pufflings”.

melodic collections of sound, spaced by silence,

can move us to tears.

the tallest building in the world is

two-thousand seven-hundred and seventeen feet tall.

in less than eighty years we went from our first powered flight

to touching the moon,

and in one-hundred from the first phone call

to instantaneous connection between thinking machines of our own creation.

we make pies out of tree organs

and let cow’s milk ferment until it hardens and then

we put them together, because apple pie with cheddar cheese is delicious.

what makes us human is

the earliest fossils of anatomically modern humans are

two-hundred thousand years old .

we have had pet dogs

for sixteen-thousand of those years, longer

than corn

or the wheel.

the steps we take are part of

one of the most energy-efficient gaits the

animal kingdom has ever seen.

we invented the concepts of love

and hate

and justice, and mercy

and we invented the language to convey them.

we sharpened rocks, then metal, to convince other people

who don’t hold the same idea of those things as we do

because we think

it’s right.

we are two hundred millennia of love and disappointment and

sorrow and innovation and

mercy and kindness and dreams

and failure

and recovery.

but sex is what makes us human.

a blog called platonicsuggestion except all of the posts are like “contemplate Forms”, “wear a nice toga mmmmm oh yes”, “Where Is My Terrible Student Aristotle”, “caves are a cozy and warm place to sleep and hang out with friends”

it’s all fun and games until jack shares a bed with bitty for the first time in the dead of winter and instead of his usual cute lil PJs, bits wears sweatpants, a sweatshirt over a thermal shirt, and two pairs of socks to sleep in because the windows are drafty and the heater is crap and the north is a frigid Hellscape Wasteland when you’re from the south

it’s all fun and games until jack realizes he thinks it’s the goofiest shit and yet is still incredibly helplessly attracted to bitty and might as well start calling himself jack laurent bittle now while he’s ahead

Circus au

When Keith got out of prison there weren’t many options for work.
Few farm owners were willing to let him work for them even before he was caught with another man.
Now he was wondering the city and the sun was going down with Keith having no idea where he was going to sleep.
Keith sat in a door way just as it started to rain and shivered in the cold his fingers already turning blue.
His old army coat did little to keep the wind from chilling him right down to the bone.
“Are you ok?”
Keith looked up surprised to see a man wearing grey and black makeup, his hair was slicked back and was wearing a large black coat.
“Erm…” Keith found himself speechless staring at the intricate details painted across the mans face.
“Are you hurt? Or something…”
Keith seemed to snap out of his stupor. “N-no… j-just c-cold.”
The man looked at him for a moment clearly debating something in his mind. “Your coming with me then, I can offer you a warm place to sleep and hot meal if your willing to lend a hand tonight?”
Keith stared at him for a month “your serious?”
The man smiled “yeah, I mean we always need help on opening night.”
He nodded towards a colourful poster advertising the circus being in town, with a few prominent figures drawn doing an act.
One was a man hung upside down wearing all black with a familiar white strip in his hair.
“That’s you?” Keith asked as he struggled to his feet.
The man smiled “yeah, my stage name is Champion. But you can call me Shiro.” He offered a hand to shake and Keith took it without hesitation.
“Keith.”
“Well Keith, let’s get you dried off and working. After all the show starts in little over an hour.”
Keith allowed himself to be pulled along by Shiro through the winding streets all the way to a field where a large red and white striped tent was already set up with people busily running around.
Keith stared as people in brightly coloured costumes darted around him carrying various pieces of equipment.
He was so focused on the pageantry of it all that he didn’t notice the person running towards them until the two collided.
“Ouch watch where your going!” He snapped looking up from where he had been knocked to the ground.
“Lance you ran into him.” Shiro sighed.
Lance pouted crossing his arms “still his fault.”
Keith looked him over.
He didn’t look like anything special, wearing a long light grey coat that almost reached the floor made him look positively scrawny.
Shiro rolled his eyes as he helped the boy up “be nice… just… go get ready for the show.”
Lance grinned giving him a two finger salute as he took off again, purposefully bumping shoulders with Keith as he passed.
“Who the hell was that?” Keith muttered staring after him angrily.
“Believe it all not, that’s the circus heart breaker. His names Lance, he only joined a little while ago but he’s already got a bit of a name for himself. People call him Siren.”
Keith rose an eyebrow, he found it hard to believe that the jerk he just met could break anyone’s heart.
“Come on, I’ll show you what you can do.” Shiro guided Keith in the opposite direction as Lance disappeared into a white tent.
“Yeah…” Keith sighed “ok.”

The question is: who in your OTP falls asleep while reading a book and who takes the book away, marks the page, puts on a warm cozy blanket over the sleeping one and lovingly places a featherly kiss on their forehead.

What they say: I’m fine…

What they mean: Please save all these characters in Mystic Messenger because Zen is honestly just trying his best and doesn’t even talk to his family and has such big dreams and is so talented and needs real love and Yoosung is in the dark about so many things and struggles with depression and loyalty to the RFA and then loyalty with someone he considered family and really he just needs someone to hold him when he cries and Jaehee needs a family all together and also a break she probably struggles so much with anxiety and she works so hard I’ve never met another harder worker and she is so smart and where would the RFA be without her and speaking of anxiety Jumin just needs someone to talk to let the man talk about his feelings and work them out because he is so kind and funny and brilliant and needs someone to untangle his strings and good friends and Saeyoung needs his brother and to have someone to trust and teach him how to open up to others around him and that it’s okay to be sad and hurt and show that he can smile again and that he has a family already and V needs to be shown what it is like to really love someone and be loved back and to love himself and he needs to be taught how to share the burden he doesn’t need to carry it alone anymore and Saeran needs his brother and the RFA as a whole and a family and needs a blanket and a cup of tea and a warm hug and place to sleep please don’t leave this boy alone he has so much potential in him and Vanderwood needs more time to focus on him because what could he had been running from too to become an agent and to change his name please just grow closer to Saeyoung and the RFA it’s okay and Rika I’m so angry at you because you needed to try because you could have been so special you are special and you deserved to feel love too and now you have too much to make up for but this wasn’t who you were and while you are guilty you are also innocent of just wanting to be happy and each route was an emotional rollercoaster and it wasn’t fair that to save one of you I had to leave the other but honestly I also am so grateful towards you guys and you deserve so much love and if you guys would just freaking talk to each other and not hide so many secrets this could have been resolved as well but I also know that you guys were just all so scared at the end of the day and I wish I could tell all of you that it’s going to be okay and honestly this was supposed to be just a game but it’s so much more than that this deserves to be a show or movie because it’s that good and

His Name [5]

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Words: 7.6k
Genre: Angst, Multiple Personality!Au
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.
→ Inspired by the Korean Drama - Kill Me Heal Me
Warnings: Topics of mental health. Mentions of death, suicide and medical disorders.
Disclaimer: Although this piece of work required lots of in-depth research and was attempted to be as accurate as possible, at the end of the day, I am not a psychologist and this is fanfiction. Specific things may be altered or exaggerated for story-telling purposes. Please take all medical terminologies and procedures with a grain of salt.

Cr.

You’ve always hated the colour orange.

It reminds you of the eerie jack-o’-lanterns that haunted you as a child every Halloween. It reminds you of the sour citrus your mother used to give you, the carrots you used to dig out of your soup, your pet goldfish that you had to flush down the toilet once it died, the basketballs that hit your face and gave you a bleeding nose.

As an adult, you still hate the colour orange - especially because when he’s wearing it.

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Petrichor [Yoonmin - M]

Author’s Note: This became way longer than intended, but enjoy university!au Yoonmin; apologies if at times they seem a bit out of character. This is for the lovely fic exchange with @btsbound.

Word Count: 11,861 (lord help me)

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

pet·ri·chor ˈpeˌtrīkôr/

noun

a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.


There are very few things in the world that truly grate on Yoongi’s nerves.

  1. When the sunlight creeps in his bedroom window, on the days when he was up far too late the night before; albeit the countless number of times he’s shut the blinds (he’s positive he did), some always manages to sneak through, successfully waking him hours before his mind was ready.
  2. When his roommate (and best friend) Hoseok always steals the last banana milk, even if Yoongi writes his name all over the damn bottle. (It’s not that big, there’s not that much space to scribble on, you’d think he’d get the point after four years?)
  3. And finally, when his favorite study room is taken in the library, the one by the far back window where it’s warm, and honestly, the best place for Yoongi to sleep in between classes.

And as his luck would have it, one of the three things happened to him today. Needless to say, he was in a shitty mood.

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Bite Me - Bucky Barnes x Reader - Drabble

Originally posted by geeketteparadise

Summary: In which Bucky Barnes temps a semi-naked (Y/N), only to see the side he desires and despises.
REQUEST BY: 2 ANONS (thank you!)
PROMPT NUMBERS: 24: You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad
17: Bite me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 354 // Drabble

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alwaysinfandomhell  asked:

Your sleeping bag looks comfortable. Is there room for one more? I just want to sleep and be warm (and platonically cuddle).

To Anon, it seems…three so far. And to the other, I’m not a suitable candidate to cuddle you, sorry. Though I too wish to sleep and be warm Please understand my sleeping bag is the one place no one can touch or bother me (usually).

Now all of you need to get back to your classes. Enough fooling around, I need that.

I’m Just A Monster (Jason Todd x Reader)

Requests:“33 and 97 for Jason from the nearly 200 writing prompts” from anon.

Prompts: 33) “He’s dead because of you.” and 97) “Don’t touch me.”

Summary: You killed a person Jason was going to interrogate.

A/N: I’ve been going through some serious writer’s block but my friends Lina and Megan helped me out ^^ sorry for the sucky ending though T^T

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH

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You knew the man was criminal, he was all over the news this morning about selling drugs to underage teenagers so you did what you had to do. You didn’t know why he was tied up in the middle of an abandoned police station though. You were just trying to find a somewhat warm place to sleep in for the night but it was occupied by this guy muffling through some duct tape with ropes tying his arms in the back of a metal chair.

You ended up killing him out of pure instinct, with one simple touch on his sweaty cheek he stopped his mumbling and cries for your help. At least your powers were put to some good use for once.

You were surprised when the Red Hood came walking through the back door, and he wasn’t happy at all when he saw his victim dead in the chair, “What the hell did you just fucking do?!” He growled under his helmet.

You gasped, rushing to slip your gloves back on your hands, “I..I..he’s..” you couldn’t find the right words, they all jumbled as you tried to speak.

The Red Hood gripped the man’s hair and raised his head up, looking for any wounds, “How the fuck did you kill him?” He asked, astonished, there was no cuts, bruises, and no wounds at all except the ones he inflicted.

He didn’t bother shutting the criminal’s eyes. He let go of his hair and let his head drop down, finally turning back to you, “I was going to try and get some damn info out of him and now he’s dead because of you, you got a lot of explaining to do, now shoot.” He ordered.

You gulped, taking a few steps back, “I…it’s…i really don’t like talking about this”

Jason let out a frustrated sigh, storming over towards you, “You’re going to tell me how you did whether you like it or-“

Before he grabbed you by the wrist, you gasped, “Don’t touch me!!”

He dropped his hand, taking a moment to understand this situation, but nothing came to mind, “I’m sorry for…being, well, intimidating, “ he cleared his throat, “I just never seen something like this before so could you just enlighten me then?”

You hesitated, but started talking after taking a few steps back, “It started last week, I don’t know why or how but….I kill everyone I touch.”

Jason placed a hand on his hip and one on his forehead, “Well….shit this is interesting. When did you figure this out?”

“I uh…” you inhaled sharply, trying to control your sudden tears, “I hugged my parents one morning and…”

“Okay you can stop there, “ Jason said quickly, “you don’t have to keep going.”

You nodded, mentally thanking him for stopping you, “I ran away from home after that, I’m just a monster on the loose now.”

“Don’t say that about yourself,“ he mumbled, but loud enough for you to hear through his helmet, “I can help you get through this.”

“How?” You chuckled, rolling your eyes at the vigilante.

Your jaw dropped when he took his helmet off, holy shit, you thought to yourself.

“The names Jason Todd, “ he smirked, “ex-robin and leader of The Outlaws, would you like to join my team?”

“Yes,” you nodded, “yes, I’d love to.”

anonymous asked:

Smol child Noctis

Yes, smol child Noctis too

  • Baby Noctis in a Bennu onesie.
  • Baby Noctis in a moogle onesie.
  • Baby Noctis in a black chocobo onesie, too.
  • Indeed, baby Noctis has many different onesies.
  • 2 y.o. Noctis is constantly trying to smack the people that wear swords or that he’s seen fight.
  • 2 y.o. Noctis constantly tries to smack Cor.
  • 2 y.o. Noctis constnatly trying to smack Clarus.
  • 2 y.o. Noctis also is constantly trying to smack Gladio.
  • 2 y.o. Noctis wants to prove he’s strong, too, and better than them all so he’s trying to smack them.
  • Gladio’s included because big kid that’s patrolling around his crib has a sword, but smol kid Noct is not scared of him >:(
  • 3 y.o. Noctis is hitting at Cor’s leg with all his might.
  • 3 y.o. Noctis is falling on his buttocks from the effort.
  • 3 y.o. Noctis is standing up to continue on his task.
  • Smol kid Noctis likes to draw a lot.
  • Smol kid Noctis has a wide collection of crayons.
  • Smol kid Noctis doesn’t want to share them with smart bigger kid >:’(
  • Smart bigger kid pets him and feeds him cookies, so smal child Noctis will start lending him his crayons.
  • BUT HE HAS TO GIVE THEM BACK WHEN HE’S DONE.
  • 6 y.o. Ignis gifted 4 y.o. Noctis the prettiest blue crayon he found.
  • He likes to color even if there’s no drawing.
  • 4 y.o. Noctis has colored on the walls of the throne room.
  • Smol child Noctis as picky eater.
  • He’s fighting and squirming in his high baby chair because nannies are trying to give him more of that green stuff that he hates.
  • “Prince Noctis, please, eat your-”
  • “NOOO!!”
  • “It’s yummy! Look! Yum! Your turn!”
  • “NNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
  • “But why not? :’(”
  • “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO >:(”
  • 5 y.o. Noctis has discovered Warping on his own. 
  • Nannies wanted him to eat, so he ran away. 
  • When he found they were catching up with him, he decided to let Mr. Moogle to save himself, so he threw him ahead.
  • He wished SO HARD to go as far as Mr. Moogle so quickly.
  • POOF.
  • 5 y.o. Noctis just warped.
  • Nobody should have let this kid discover how to do that.
  • He’s warping away from eating things he doesn’t like.
  • He’s warping off bed when he doesn’t want to sleep.
  • He’s warping out of the bathroom, still naked, because he doesn’t want to bath and you’re not forcing him.
  • Smol kid Noctis likes pianos.
  • Smol kid Noctis sits at the piano when Mr. Scientia’s playing it.
  • Smol kid Noctis smacks the keys because THEY SOUND SO PRETTY I WANT MORE >:(
  • Smol kid Noctis likes naps.
  • It’s always nap time.
  • Smol kid Noctis falling asleep in cute but non conventional places.
  • Smol kid Noctis is asleep under the crib.
  • Smol kid Noctis is asleep curled up on the throne.
  • Smol kid Noctis is asleep in the Crystal room, who the hell let him in?
  • What do you mean he just appeared there.
  • Smol kid Noctis is a sneaky bastard.
  • There were kid Gladio’s running non-stop into places he shouldn’t be in, Noctis just randomly appears in those places.
  • Back to innapropiate sleeping places.
  • Smol kid Noctis is asleep on the training hall.
  • Smol kid Noctis, for some reason, is asleep on top of a door’s entablature.
  • How.
  • Smol kid Noctis is asleep in an elevator.
  • Smol kid Noctis is asleep at the entrance of the Citadel, at a random step of the staircase, curled up in a corner.
  • “Noctis, why do you insist on running away from your nannies and sleep in random places like that?”
  • “It’s warm.”
  • Smol kid Noctis thinks his first name is Prince. 
  • Smol kid Noctis names people the first words they say if he doesn’t know their name.
  • It’s a bit complicated when he’s known over 20 “Hello”s and can’t difference them.
  • Smol kid Noctis then starts naming people the things they do or carry around.
  • “Lady Paperwork.”
  • “Mister Long cape.”
  • “Mister Shield.”
  • “Lady Curl Hair.”
  • “Mister >:| face.”
  • That’s Drautos.
  • Like smol child Gladio, smol child Noctis’ favorite word during a stage is “No”.
  • Except he says it with much more frequency.
  • On a much longer stage.
  • “NO”
  • No what? Basically everything.
  • “NO! >:(”
  • Wanna eat someth-
  • “NO!”
  • “Okay, then don’t eat anyt-”
  • “NOOOOO!”
  • “What are you drawi-”
  • “NO!”
  • “Do you want to-”
  • “NO!”
  • You’re standing there.
  • “NOOOOOOO! >:(”
  • Smol child Noct likes to touch everything.
  • Smol child Noct wants to touch everything that he finds pretty or strange or curious.
  • Smol child Noctis is touching all the bushes and flowers.
  • He’s touching kid Gladio’s face.
  • He’s touching kid Ignis’ face.
  • He’s touching kid Gladio’s toy sword.
  • He’s touching kid Ignis’ shoes.
  • He’s touching the dogs.
  • He’s touching the throne.
  • He’s touching his dad’s legs.
  • He’s touching Regis’ beard.
  • He’s touching the grass.
  • He tried touching birds.
  • “Birbs don’t like me, Iggy :’(”
  • He’s touching people’s eyes.
  • He likes eyes.
  • He’s touching Cor’s legs.
  • They so strong.
  • Smol kid Noctis loves water bodies.
  • Smol kid Noctis is definitely putting his hands inside any water body that crosses his way.
  • Smol kid Noctis is constantly falling down in the garden’s ponds.
  • Smol kid Noctis has half the body inside fountains.
  • It’s the upper part of the body.
  • Smol kid Noctis is putting his hands in the fish tanks.
  • Smol kid Noctis is putting his hands in the rain.
  • Rain’s the worst because he can’t catch it.
  • Nannies take advantage of his curiosity for water so bathe him.
  • Smol kid Noctis loves fish.
  • He tried touching them.
  • Crownsguards have found smol prince Noctis inside the pond walking after the fish.
  • “Fish don’t like me either, Iggy 。゚(゚´Д`゚)゚。 “
  • “Prince, please, don’t cry ;_____;”
  • Both kids are crying.
  • Smol kid Noctis is staring at the fish tank for two hours in silence.
  • Smol kid Noctis is staring at the fish pond for two hours.
  • Smol kid Noctis adopts a fish.
  • He swears he found it and that it followed him home.
  • It was a gift from Regis.
  • Smol kid Noctis is going to scream at a person if they’re smoking in his sight range.
  • Not like a terrified scream. More like a fierce warcry.
  • But he’s 3 y.o.
  • “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! >:C”
  • He’s not shutting up until you put the cigarette down or leave.
  • If he’s with dad and somebody walks in and says “Your Majesty-” Noctis will scream, too until you leave. 
  • It’s because smol kid Noctis knows that “Your Majesty” is always followed by “We required your presence in (X) place” and smol kid Noctis wants his dad with HIM, not with THEM >:(
  • Smol kid Noctis is climbing up places.
  • He likes climbing up places.
  • Smol kid Noctis is climbing up Claru’s cape. 
  • The Shield has a kid hugged to his head because smol kid Noctis doesn’t know how to get back down.
  • Smol kid Noctis is smacking Gladio on the chest and legs constantly.
  • “STOP GROWING UP >:(”
  • He doesn’t like to be smaller.
  • 3 y.o. Noctis hears kid Ignis has to go with the Orthopedist.
  • 3 y.o. Noctis is crying. He’s bawling and screaming. It’s terrible.
  • 3 y.o. Noctis thinks an orthopedist is kind of like a Grim Reaper.
  • 3 y.o. Noctis thinks Iggy’s going to die. :’(
  • 3 y.o. Noctis won’t let kid Iggy sleep anywhere else that isn’t his bed for a week.
  • 5 y.o. Noctis is questioning Cor.
  • “If you’re so immortal why are you old?”
  • “How did you become Immortal?”
  • “It’s only a name.”
  • “Your mom named you Immortal?”
  • “No, I mean, I’m not Immortal, it’s just what people call me.”
  • “So if your mommy names you Immortal you become Immortal?”
  • “That’s now that I sa-”
  • “I am Noctis. What does that- what is a Noctis?”
  • “Noctis is-”
  • “So how do I become Immortal?”
  • “You’re not letting me answer anyth-”
  • “Does it work if I change my name when I get old like you?”
  • “You shouldn’t cha-”
  • “Or do you have to be born named Immortal?”
  • Smol kid Noctis isn’t the friendliest.
  • Smoller kid Noctis has to be carried by Regis or is constantly carried by him, and if introduced to other people, Noctis will hide in papa’s chest/shoulder/neck/cape.
  • He’s not going to show himself no matter how hard you try.
  • Smol kid Noctis is smacking adults that get too close.
  • Smoller kid Noctis is slapping Drautos and crying if the man picks him up.
  • Smol kid Noctis is still slapping Drautos, but trying to fight him if carried by him.
  • Smol kid Noctis doesn’t like Drautos.
  • That perceptive little shit.
  • Smol kid Noctis doesn’t like to be carried. Unless it’s dad. 
  • Smol kid Noctis likes singing. Only if he’s alone.
  • Smol kid Noctis goes around the Citadel touching things and asking people to let him touch their eyes.
  • Smol kid Noctis doesn’t understand tag game.
  • Smol kid Noctis is kicking kids that make a mean comment about kid Iggy.
  • Smol kid Noctis constantly wants to fight Gladio.
  • If they start fighting, kid Noctis will start crying if Gladio’s hurt.
  • Smol kid Noctis is hugging him and apologizing.
  • Smol kid Noctis is fighting him again next day.
  • Smol kid Noctis yells in joy when he sees the moon.
  • Smol kid Noctis has a daily ritual of going out at night to see the moon.
  • He freaking adores the damn moon.
  • Smol kid Noctis has created a dance for full moon.
  • “What are you doing, your Highness?”
  • “MOON’S HAPPY o(≧∇≦o)”
  • “Okay.”
  • Smol kid Noctis is mimicking dad.
  • Smol kid Noctis has put mud to his face.
  • “I have beard like papa :3″
  • “I’m a king.”
  • “Gladio, you’re your papa now, and you’re my shield and yes and Iggy’s there too.”
  • Kid Gladio and kid Noctis are running through the Citadel covered in mud, chased by the nannies and Crownsguards.
  • Nobody can catch those damn kids.
  • Kid Iggy gave himself to the adult authority when they found them in that mud puddle.
  • Kid Iggy had refused to get in there, but smol child Noctis threw mud at him anyway.
  • Smol kid Noctis is in the fish pond. Again.
  • Smol kid Noctis is putting away the books with no pictures.
  • Smol kid Noctis is trying to count the stars.
  • “It’s not impossible, papa, I can do it >:(”
  • He swears there’s “a thous-hundred and two stars.”
  • He counted them all, he’s sure.
  • Smol kid Noctis has snitched one of his father’s capes.
  • He could wrap himself in it like 10 times, but…
  • Smol kid Noctis is wearing it.
  • Smol kid Noctis is calmly walking around the Citadel SUPER PROUD and wanting people to see how kingly he looks. 
  • It’s an adorable sight, though.
  • People are still bowing at him to make him feel happy.
  • Smol kid Noctis fails to hide how excited he feels when people tell him he looks “like a king”.
  • He’s falling asleep curled in the cape, too.
  • In the middle of a hallway.
  • Smol kid Noctis is like a panda bear; there where he feels sleepy, there he will lie down and sleep, even if that’s in the middle of a hallway.
  • Smol kid Noctis has set up a barrack of pillows and sheets at his room because he swears there’s an evil monster ghost trying to attack him.
  • Kid Gladio joins him in their night watch.
  • Regis SO is scaring them with unexpected noises.
  • Kid Gladio and kid Noctis are screaming their lungs out and accidentally tangling in the sheets and falling down in fear.
  • Clarus shouldn’t be, but he’s laughing,too, like Regis, outside the room.
  • Smol kid Noctis will ask you to come closer and will put his hands on your mouth.
  • “You talk too much, stop >:(”
  • Smol kid Noctis apologizes to his hair when it’s cut.
  • Also his  nails.
  • Speaking of nails, smol kid Noctis is watching garden snails for an entire day if he spots one.
  • “Where are they going, they have their house on their back, so if they are not going home where are they going, where, where?”
  • It’s a calm day for his guards and nannies when he spots a snail.
  • Smol kid Noctis LOVES FLOWERS.
  • Smol kid Noctis has “secret hideouts”.
  • Smol kid Noctis sits there for hours if he’s feeling a little anxious or sad.
  • Yes, kids can feel anxious and sad.
  • There’s a hideout in the garden. He’s invited kid Gladio in that one cause kid Gladio loves flowers too.
  • There’s one in an unoccupied office of the Citadel.
  • Kid Noctis has invited kid Iggy there because kid Iggy likes books.
  • Kid Noctis is visited in his hideouts by the respective kids that know about them if he takes long in there.
  • Kid Gladio brings him candies.
  • Kid Iggy brings him cookies.
  • Kid Noctis LOVES PIRATES.
  • Kid Noctis has a toy pirate ship to play with in the tub.
  • He’s Captain Noct the Extra Mega Immortal.
  • “*GASP* GLADIO, RUN, IT’S PIRATES! WE MUST DEFEND THE SHIP, RUN, GO LOOK FOR IGGY”
  • “But Iggy can’t fight! D:”
  • “WE MUST PROTECT HIM TOO!”
  • The Pirates are the Crownsguard trainees.
  • also Cor.
  • Cor the Immortal is enemy pirate.
  • They’re fighting him as soon as they see him.
  • Cor is “fighting back.”
  • Sometimes Cor will throw himself to the ground and let the kids “hit” him.
  • It doesn’t hurt, but he’s going to groan anyway.
  • “So this is the little prince :)”
  • “I’m Captain Noct.”
  • “Oh, really? As in Crownsguard Captain?”
  • “NO! Pirate ship Captain!”
  • Omg please tell us this is not our next king.
  • Smol kid Noctis likes to sleep on top of the piano.
  • Smol kid Noctis likes to dance, but he’s a bit arrhythmical.
  • He feels shy if somebody watches him.
  • Kid Iggy will be his companion because he’s a bit more secure with him, but it took him months to let Iggy watch him.
  • Kid Iggy is ridiculously patient with him.
  • Smol kid Noctis never mastered it, but he was so happy with the little improvement he did get. :3
  • Smol kid Noctis will go to Iggy’s uncle and pull from his pants.
  • Smol kid Noctis is too shy to ask him, but Iggy’s uncle already knows, so he takes the little prince to the music room.
  • Smol kid Noctis wants to hear him play.
  • Smol kid Noctis FREAKING DAMN LOVES PIANOS.
  • Too shy to ask for lessons.
  • Smol kid Noctis is SHY.
  • Tends to hide it behind smacking people. Possibly noticed that with the amount of smacking headcanons above. <— Explanation.
  • Smol kid Noctis has thumb in mouth when sleeping.
  • Smol kid Noctis is best friends with a plastic snowman.
  • It’s called William.
  • It’s a girl.
  • She knows the secrets of everyone in the Citadel, and shares them with him, but he has sworn to keep it secret, that’s why you can’t hear what he heard of you.
  • Smol kid Noctis likes to hug the pilars of the Citadel.
  • “They stand all this weight all alone, they’re so strong and must be so lonely, thank you for not letting the roof fall on us, Big Thing ;_____;”
  • Columns are Big Things.
  • Smol kid Noctis is a frog if there’s full moon on cloudy Fridays.
  • He swears.
  • Smol kid Noctis is hugging his friends and petting their heads if he thinks they’re sad.
  • Smol kid Noctis is holding to kid Iggy’s hand if he’s feeling insecure or anxious if Gladio’s not around.
  • Smol kid Noctis will hold to kid Gladio’s arm if he’s feeling insecure or anxious if Iggy isn’t around.
  • Smol kid Noctis will stand in between his friends if both are present if he’s feeling insecure or anxious. No need to hold their hands; he’s feeling safe enough being flanked.

This is smol child Noctis.

Here’s smol child Gladiolus.

Here’s smol child Iggy.

They’re adorable and harmless. Do hug them a lot.

In Search of Snacks

Title: In Search of Snacks

Human!Cas x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: language, brief violence, mention of blood/wounds, fluff.

A/N: This is another Anon request that was just plain fun to write! Enjoy.

Request: “Can you do a Human!Cas imagine about how he sneaks up on her and scares her and she punches him and then later patches him up?”

(Not my GIF)

Silence.

It was beautiful. The boys were fast asleep, it being almost four in the morning. You could just imagine Dean drooling on the fluffy white pillow you had gotten him for Christmas just a few months back. Sam was probably on his stomach, one knee bent as he rested his head on his arm. The man rarely woke up without a large red mark on his face. Even after two years of sharing the bunker and numerous motels with the brothers, it never ceased to make you giggle.

And Cas, well, Cas sleeping was a relatively new thing. The human life as a whole was new to the sweet, now former warrior of God. So, the transition was… slow. There were a few times over the last several weeks when Cas passed out on the couch after watching a movie. He had even spent an entire night at the war room table, waking just after sunrise with a post-it stuck to his right cheek.

But when the former angel fell sleep in his bed, it took him a while to get comfortable. That little fact led to numerous sleeping positions for the blue-eyed knock out.

Leaving more to the imagination.

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Got My Priorities Straight
  • Gotham: Peguin's in Arkham!
  • Gotham: Jim Gordon's lying to everyone!
  • Gotham: Lee's super pregnant!
  • Gotham: Dr. Strange is here and he's insanely evil!
  • Gotham: Nygma's falling apart!
  • Gotham: Butch is King of Gotham!
  • Gotham: Tabitha's doing something!
  • Gotham: Mr. Freeze is here and he's tragic!
  • Gotham: ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!? ARE YOU READY FOR THE MOST TWISTED HALF-SEASON YET!?!
  • Me: ...
  • Gotham: ...
  • Me: ...
  • Gotham: ...
  • Me: But, like... Is Bruce getting to bed on time? Eating his vegetables? What about Selina? Is she okay? She's got a place to sleep tonight, right? A warm blanket? Enough food? Are her and Bruce talking? Are they friends again? Are they happy right now?
  • Gotham: ... but the darkness? the violence? the drama?
  • Me: BUT ARE THE BABY VIGILANTES OKAY!?

Random thought but if I find out BamBam has a roommate who isn’t Yugyeom I will fly my ass all the way to Korea and I’m gonna start swinging fam.

good kobold fact #21

kobold young are instinctively drawn toward warm places when they need sleep

any warm-blooded traveler staying the night in kobold-populated areas should check thoroughly for tiny ‘bolds burrowed into the bedsheets for warmth.

it is recommended you do not disturb a slumbering babybold, but if you do make sure it’s so it gets a little cup of warm dragon milk and some scritches behind the horns

c( ⁰ 〰 ⁰ )੭

Like Father, Like Son

Part 3 of 4

Find the previous two installments here: Revelations, Discovery 


“MUM!”

In less than a blink of an eye, she was gone. I sprinted the rest of the way to the stone she had touched, the screaming intensified then stopped. The wind had been knocked out of me and I found myself laying on the ground looking up at the orange streaks of dawn.

I groaned and rolled to my side, shakily trying to stand.

“Mum?” I croaked, the roaring in my ears seemed to echo off the stones, drowning my attempt to call out to her.

“Mum!” I tried again. Again nothing but the screaming roar reverberating from the stones. I scrambled to my feet and took off at a run down the hill towards the car, except it wasn’t there. The car was missing, as was any visible sign of a road. Trees grew in sparse patches across the grass of the rolling hills toward the water.

“Mum?” I whispered realizing with a sickening realization, she wasn’t there.

“Christ,” I groaned dragging my hands down my face. “What to do now? Think Brian, think! Where would she have gone?”

The momentary sunshine quickly disappeared behind clouds of gray and white, a storm was brewing. My pacing turned into a single direction run to a small cobbled, dilapidated cottage situated at the base of the hill. I made it inside the shelter of the cottage just as fat raindrops solidified and turned into snow. The air held a wet chill that seemed to seep into every crevice of the room, even the heavy wool of the clothing didn’t seem to be enough to stop a violent shudder from enveloping me.

I searched the room for any source that could be used to create a fire and saw a broken stool crumpled into a corner. Sighing in relief, I scrambled to the roughly hewn fireplace and sent up a prayer in thanks that mum took the time to teach me how to start a fire without modern conveniences. ‘A necessary skill,’ she’d always remarked.

“Where have you gone, mum? We don’t even know where Jamie went, let alone if he was still alive in the time we’ve arrived.”

Staring into the fire a sudden epiphany hit me like a sledgehammer. “Lallybroch.”

I didn’t know how many days ride or walk it would be to get to Inverness, let alone Broch Tuarach, but I wasn’t going to get there freezing in a hovel. Looking through the cracks in the stone, I watched as the snow fell then melted as soon as it touched the ground. I may just have a chance of making it down to the village before nightfall. But how to pay for what I need? My pockets were empty, but I patted them down anyway, as well as the cloak. A small jingling noise came from a hidden inner pocket of the cloak.

“Mum, you think of everything,” I said to the crackling fire as a poured small battered coins from a black leather pouch and a small roll of paper fell on top them.

Brian,

I understand if you decided not to follow me immediately, but if you do find yourself going back, these will be of use to you. I’m sorry I couldn’t procure you more, but if we find your father and our family, we shouldn’t need to worry overmuch about funds.

I hope you decide to find us, my darling boy.

All my love,

Mum

My eyes burned with tears that were threatening to form. Why couldn’t she have waited just a few seconds longer for me to catch up to her?

The walk to Inverness was longer than I anticipated. Dark had fallen and if at all possible, it got colder thanks to the persistent wind. I hobbled into the first establishment I saw, hoping I could find something warm, a place to sleep, and a horse to make this journey easier.

A frail-looking hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, squeezing tighter than I believed possible, “Ain’t ye a wanted man?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m not.”

“Sassenach filth!” The man spat, “Be gone from here!”

“I’m not English if that’s what you mean, I’m from Am–the colonies.”

“Yer as good as ‘em. Crooky won’t serve ye, so be gone!” He threw my arm back hard enough that I stumbled into the door frame.

“Gibbons! What are ye doin’ to my customers?” A menacing man yelled from behind a bar.

“He’s a Sassenach, an’ claims to be from the colonies.” Gibbons spat at my feet, glaring. “It’d be better if he was that bastard of a wanted man. At least then he’d be worth a pretty penny.”

“A sassenach! Is tha’ so? Do ye have coin, lad?”

“Yes,” I said with surprising confidence. “Do you know where I can find something to eat, maybe a place to rest, and procure a horse? I will not be staying long, just ‘til morning.”

“Och, aye. I can help ye wi’ all of these, but it’s no going to come lightly.”

I pulled out a few of the Stirling pieces and handed them over. “Will this due?”

The barman’s eyes widened. “Aye, lad, tha’ll do nicely. What’s yer name, I didna catch it before.”

“Fraser.”

The man’s eyebrows disappeared beneath shaggy dark hair. “Fraser ye say? O’ Lovat?”

I nodded tersely.

“Yer a ways from Beauly.”

“I’m not headed to Beauly. My family isn’t too far off from here, Broch Tuarach?”

“Ach, yer wi’ the Fraser-Murray clan then. Good folk there.” He said, slapping a tankard down before turning around to snag a bowl of something from a passing barmaid. “Drink, eat. It’s no an easy ride in this weather to Broch Tuarach.”

I coughed at the sting of the whiskey, stronger and more bitter than I was accustomed. The warm burn met my stomach as the rich taste of meat broth met my lips. I wouldn’t be shocked if I fell asleep at the bar for all to see, nor did I care. My legs ached from the walk, my fingers felt as though they were frozen into a curl, and my head pounded from the whirlwind of events from today. Tomorrow would only increase the pain and unease.

The following morning, my head still pounded, but my body didn’t ache from the cold, yet.

“Here ye are lad.” Crook, said holding out a wrapped parcel and the reigns to a gorgeous brown mare. “Sorry I canna give ye my best stallion, but Butternut will get ye where ye need to go. She’s strong and hearty. This weather will no deter her.”

“Thank you, sir. For the hospitality and the horse.”

He let out a bark of a laugh, “Dinna thank me lad! Ye paid for the hospitality as ye say. I’m gaining a mighty better price than ye are wi’ my grub and horse.”

I shook my head and smiled back at the jovial man as I mounted the mare. “Thank you all the same.”

“Lad?”

I turned in question.

“If ye see a Gwenalin Crook, tell her Archie sends his love. Can ye do that for me?”

“Of course,” I said puzzled, he nodded then slapped the hindquarters of Butternut and we were off.

As the days wore on, I was struck by the landscape before me. The mountains and the sky, such contrasts to each other were something from the imagination. The size and beauty could not be contained with meager words or thoughts. I felt as though I had stepped into the epics of Tolkien, White, or even Lewis. I could fully understand the magical beliefs and wariness of these people, and the stories that the land inspired.

I was so lost in thought that I missed the sound of hoofbeats and a man’s call until he was right upon me.

“Can I assist ye?” The man, who couldn’t have been much older than I, said as he stared quizzically at me.

“Oh! Yes, do you know if I’m close to the place called Lallybroch or Broch Tuarach?”

The man’s face lit up in a laugh, “Aye, but what business do ye have there?”

“I’m looking for someone and I believe she may have come here.”

“Do I ken ye? Ye look familiar,” He said not acknowledging my statement.

“No, we have never met. Brian Fraser,” I said holding out a hand. The man’s face went pale.

“Brian Fraser has been dead longer than I’ve been born. So who are ye really?”

My eyes went wide this time, of course, he wouldn’t know about me but his knowledge of my grandfather meant he must be family as well. “Are you by chance Young Jamie Murray?”

He went rigid in his saddle. “Aye, and answer me now, who are ye?”

“I’m your cousin, Brian James Lambert Beauchamp Fraser.” I said reaching out my hand, “James Fraser is my father.”

Young Jamie’s mouth fell open as he grasped my hand in a handshake. “Damned if he isn’t! That’s why I thought I knew ye! Christ, ye have the look of him. I’m surprised ye weren’t stopped by the redcoats on your journey here!”

I laughed, “I was accused of being a wanted man at a tavern in Inverness.”

Young Jamie let out a bellow. “That doesna surprise me in the least. Come on, Mam isna going to believe this.”

We rode in companionable silence to the estate, and I gasped in awe. The house, no longer dilapidated and condemned, was full of life and movement.

“Come on,” Young Jamie said, nodding toward the stables. “Ye can leave yer horse there, but I’m sure ye’ll be wanting to ride again soon. Ye said ye were looking for someone, but no one but trouble has been through these doors in a while.”

“What–?”

He cut me off with the shake of his head. “Ye’ll see soon enough. I canna wait to see how this unfolds.”

He leads me through the house to a study where a woman, hair dark and streaked with gray sat beside a man with a wooden leg, pouring over papers on the desk before them.

“Mam? Da?” Jamie said. They turned, eyes wide, and mouth agape, as though they were looking at a ghost.