watching her six

Still reading Six of Crows but I had the urgent need to draw Nina Zenik in a red dress so here you go :)

Also changed my name to the one I use on instagram and added a watermark cause apparently signing is not enough. Guys please, always ask the artist first if you want to repost something of theirs!

anonymous asked:

Trini has to cancel a date to watch her brothers and Kim comes over to babysit too and they are Domestic to the max

A/N: I tried to not make it too long! But seriously…my Trimberly feels are real.

“Mom, please.”

“I’m sorry, Trinity.” Marie sighs, and Trini rolls her eyes at her full name. “Your father and I rarely get a night to ourselves, and the boys are too young to stay home by themselves.”

“I made these plans with Kim two weeks ago!” Trini exclaims as she throws her arms up in annoyance.

Marie glances at her daughter and arches an eyebrow, “I’m sure you can reschedule your outing with your…friend.”

Trini flinches at how easily her mother dodges calling Kimberly her girlfriend; Trini has been out to her parents for four months, and her mother still hasn’t accepted it. With a hard sigh, Trini watches her mother and wonders how they grew so far apart; she used to cry when her mother so much as went to the grocery store, and now they’re a million miles apart.

“You’re unbelievable.” Trini mumbles.

She doesn’t stick around to hear what her mom has to say, she isn’t in the mood for another lecture. Instead she sulks off to her room and grabs her phone to cancel her date with Kimberly. Of course she’s bummed they’ll be missing out on their movie, but her little brothers are a huge part of her heart and an evening with them doesn’t sound half bad.

“Trini, mami says you’re staying home and playing with us!” Alec exclaims as he races into his sister’s room. “Will you play superheroes with us? I’ll let you borrow my cape and mask!”

Trini smiles and moves to ruffle her brother’s soft hair, “Superheroes sounds like a great idea. Go grab Mateo and your cape.”

Alec leaves with a whoop and Trini laughs; maybe a night with them is worth missing out on date night.


“Blast off!”

Trini laughs as she watches her six-year-old brother rush through the living room with a cape on his shoulders and messy curls piled on his head. With a loud yell, Mateo crosses the room only to stumble over his footing and land with a hard thud that brought a belly laugh from his twin who bounced on the couch cushions.

“Man down! I repeat, we have a man down! Captain Trini to the rescue!” Trini exclaims as she moves to scoop her little brother into her arms. “Are you okay, bud? You fell pretty hard.”

“S’okay. Not a single ouchie.” Mateo shrugs as he turns his head to press a wet kiss to his sister’s cheek.

The sound of the doorbell causes Trini to frown as she sets Mateo back on his feet and watches him as he moves to throw himself over the couch arm. With a shake of her head, Trini leaves the comfort of the living room and hurries to pull the front door open. All at once, her eyes go wide before she quickly slams the door.


“What are you doing here?” Trini demands as she presses her back to the door. “Did you get my text?”

A soft laugh sounds from the opposite side of the door, “I did. I thought I could come over and help with the boys. We haven’t really had a chance to hang out lately, and I miss you.”

Trini fights her smile as she reaches up to pull off her mask before she turns to open the door once more. Kimberly flashes her a smile that sends a flutter of butterflies through her before she steps into the house and drops a quick kiss to her girlfriend’s messy dark locks. Trini sighs softly as she watches Kimberly strip from her jacket; she constantly wonders how someone like her ended up with someone as good as Kimberly Hart.

“You took off your mask,” Kimberly notes as she steps into Trini’s space. “I’ve gotta say, you make a pretty sexy superhero. I’m really liking the cape.”

“Oh?” Trini smirks as she arches her head while watching as Kimberly’s gaze drops to her lips. “Is it doing something for you, Hart?”

“Oh, totally.”


Kimberly jumps away from Trini in time to brace herself for the two balls of energy that collide with her legs. A smile crosses her lips as she crouches down and opens her arms to the twins who eagerly pile onto her. Trini stands there with a heart so warm she’s almost afraid it’ll burn a hole straight through her chest; Kimberly was so good with the boys.

“Kimmy, did you come to play?” Mateo asks with a curious expression as he pulls away from her neck. “Are you gonna come help me with my puzzle?”

Alec huffs as he curls into Kimberly, “No! She’s gonna help me with my puzzle.”

“How about I help both of you?”

Both boys give a cheer as they latch onto Kimberly and begin to pull her down the hallway to their room. Trini follows behind with a small smile and she peeks into the room to watch as the boys pull out their dinosaur puzzles that Kimberly always seems to get stuck building whenever she comes over. But she never complains, she just does as the boys ask and she does it with a smile on her face.

“Are you going to come help?” Kimberly teases as she looks over her shoulder at her girlfriend.

Trini tilts her head slowly, “I was actually going to go make dinner for you nerds. Mac and cheese sound okay?”

“Nerds?” Kimberly repeats as she lifts her eyebrows and turns to the boys. “Did you guys hear what your sister called us? She called us nerds.”

Mateo drops his jaw in shock, “She did?”

“She did.” Kimberly nods with wide eyes.

“Tickle time?” Alec asks in a soft voice.

“What? No. No, it is not tickle time.” Trini frowns as she backs away hesitantly. “I was only joking so you three stay exactly where you are, got it?”

“Tickle time!” Kimberly yells.

Trini squeals loudly as her little brothers clamber to their feet and run towards her with their hands out. With a burst of speed, Trini hurries through the house only to trip over one of Mateo’s toys and hit the ground with a groan. Without missing a beat, bodies pile on her and Trini goes breathless as fingers dig into her sides while Kimberly pins her legs to the floor and the boys work at her stomach.

“No! No more!” Trini pleads.

“More!” Alec and Mateo yell.

She isn’t sure how long she squirms, but by the time they relent she is breathless and her stomach hurts. Trini lays there and tries to catch up to reality while the boys and Kimberly trade high fives. With a glare, Trini looks to her little brothers and sees a familiar glint appear in their dork orbs.

“Hey, no family telepathy!” Kimberly whines before she notices them scoot closer. “Wait. No. Don’t do anything you three are going to regret…”

Trini smirks and launches forward, “Get her!”


“Five points if I make it in, right?”

Trini nods and Kimberly sucks in a breath as she narrows her eyes and flicks her wrist; the entire room erupts in cheers when the grape lands perfectly in Trini’s mouth. Mateo claps happily while Alec nods and shovels a spoonful of macaroni and cheese into his mouth. With a dramatic bow, Kimberly leans over to steal a kiss from her girlfriend before they go back to cleaning up the kitchen.

“Tree, how come you and Kimmy kiss?”

Trini stiffens at Alec’s innocent question and she glances to Kimberly with a frantic expression. After she came out to her parents, she was given strict orders to keep it all away from her brothers. With a nervous swallow, Trini turns to face the boys and her heart aches as she looks at the pure innocence in their gazes.

“Because…” Trini trails off before she sucks in a calming breath. “Because I like her. A lot. And when I kiss her, it’s just my way of showing her how much I like her.”

She waits, she expects another question. She expects them to tell her it’s gross, that it’s wrong. They’re so young, and Trini knows they don’t really understand but she’s scared of what her parents will do to her if they find out she told Alec and Mateo about her relationship.



Trini blinks in awe, “Oh?”

“I give you, mami, and papi kisses all the time.” Mateo shrugs as he looks to his twin brother. “I do it to show you how much I like you, too.”

Kimberly chuckles as she wraps her arms around Trini’s waist, “Anyone ever tell you your brothers are wise beyond their little years?”

“No.” Trini admits as she watches the pair fling cheesy noodles at each other. “But I know they are, and now you do too.”



“Wearin’ them!”


“Got ‘em!”

“Awesome. Oh. Teeth?”


“Proof?” Trini demands, and she looks between the boys and watches as they flash bright smiles. “Right on. Alright, you’re good to head off to dreamland.”

Alec collapses back on his pillow with a yawn, “Is Kimmy gonna be here when the sun comes up?”

“No, mijo. She has to go home.” Trini sighs as she moves to flip on their night lights. “I love you. Goodnight.”

“Night, Tree!”

Trini smiles once more at her brothers and slips from the bedroom. She hears their whispers and she rolls her eyes when she hears them using their secret twin language. Trini lingers for a moment longer before she moves to the living room where Kimberly lays with the remote in her hand and a scowl on her face.

“They’re down for the count.” Trini yawns as she moves to throw herself on Kimberly who lets out a groan. “How can three hours with two six-year-olds be so fucking exhausting?”

“Babe, we did about a things,” Kimberly reminds her as she shifts so Trini can get comfortable. “I’m sorry for barging in on you guys…”

“Don’t apologize.” Trini cuts in as she moves to hover her lips over Kimberly’s. “I think I speak for the twins too when I say I’m really glad you came.”

Kimberly smiles softly as she sweeps a piece of hair from Trini’s face, “I’m glad I came too.”

With a soft sigh, Trini lowers her head to press a lingering kiss to Kimberly’s lips. No matter how many days that pass, Trini will probably always be amazed that this amazing girl wants her of all people. And she’s going to spend every day that she has making sure Kimberly is as happy as she is.

friendly reminder that keith, the second shortest of the team has to bend down to look at pidge

The Monster Inside of My Head (Part 14)

Bucky x Reader Drabble Series

Summary – As a young child, you see your parents murdered in front of you. What happens when the monster from your nightmares comes back into your life?

Warnings – Violence, death, blood

Word Count – 997

Notes – We’re finally here!  This is the part I’ve had in mind since I began this series!!!   I’m leaving this on a pretty vicious cliffhanger, so you’ll just have to wait until next week to see how the Reader handles the opportunity she’s been given!  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

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Originally posted by strictly-bucky



You could feel Tony’s eyes boring into you as he tried to decide if you were lying to him.  A feeling of despair fell over you as you realized that your life had been reduced to a series of lies, both the ones you were telling and the ones that were being told to you.  A part of you wanted to share your suspicions with Tony, if only to have someone to talk to, but you knew his loyalties had shifted. You had to keep up your façade of indifference and acceptance if you were going to accomplish your objective. Once your personal vendetta was over, you’d probably never see the Avengers again.  It was better to distance yourself now, it would save you from more heartache in the future.

You feigned a headache and retreated to your room, pulling out your parents’ file. Spreading it out on the bed before you, you poured over the information for the hundredth time, looking for something, anything that might clue you in to why the Soldier was lying about their deaths.


You spent the next few weeks trying to decide how to push the Soldier into telling you about your parents.  He had begun to avoid you and you could never find an opportunity to talk to him alone again. Rogers was absolutely no help, constantly trying to get you involved with the team.  He’d even gone so far as to create a training schedule to keep everyone mission ready.  It was a welcome distraction, although you noted that he never scheduled you and the Soldier together.  The two of you sparred with everyone else, and you could only assume that the Soldier had requested that he not be paired off against you.  You weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t want to be around you, or if it was because he didn’t trust you.

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Cover Requests (ft. Kim Taehyung) Part 1

Hey everyone! This is my first fic here back on Tumblr! I hope you enjoy, and thank you @daegukkie for being the amazing catalyst for this Drabble that took way too long sry 

please take the time to give me some feedback! I’m a little rusty so any sort of constructive criticism is always so so helpful. Love you! 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Genre: fluff, bakery coworkers!au 

1.2k words
 Summary: adventurous and weird Taehyung keeps asking for shift covers and basically he comes back with proof of these adventures and its weird, amazing, and you wanna get to know him

But every time, he ran into the bakery panting like he ran a mile, with a pair of ridiculous pink sweatpants with the tag still on them, or another time with grease stains all over his face and arms, or even with a handful of candles he bought from “an old granny on the street down there because she looked so cold and I wanted her to go home,” you got more and more confused and curious about this peculiar boy and his adventures.

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Korrasami: Tough gf

Based off of a suggestion from an anon over here :)

anoniem heeft gevraagd:

Consider: Asami and Korra are enjoying the honeymoon phase of their new relationship! But then, Asami watches Korra spar during training for the first time, and–ah. She’s, eh, rough. And relentless, and AHAHAHAH WOW did she just break that training dummy in half!? Basically: AU where Asami, who has been mistreated in the past, is nervous about sleeping with her tough new girlfriend, Korra. But then Korra takes her to bed and quells those fears with the gentlest, sweetest lovemaking ever.

Small preview below!


Asami watched, when her girlfriend of six months walked onto the training mats of the gym. A knot formed in her stomach while she watched her take on a practice dummy. Korra wore a simple outfit. Loose pants, sneakers and a tight, sleeveless top. Showing off those strong arms with a thin layer of sweat now glistening on her caramel skin. Underneath said skin, strong muscles moved, tensed and relaxed just to tense up again before delivering a powerful punch.

To say Korra was strong was putting it mildly. She could easily bench press 200 pounds and smile while doing so. Most guys were intimidated by her if nothing else. Some others had tried to ask her out and wanted to show their superiority over her in other ways. She made clear she wasn’t interested and always waved them off. Ever once in a blue moon, one guy tries to push her into a date. There’s always one who just isn’t used to the word, no. When he tried to feel her up, he learned his lesson the hard way. With a bloody nose and some missing teeth, he left never to be seen again.

Asami had met Korra during a party that was held by a mutual friend. Bolin was celebrating his birthday at his place that he shared with his brother, Mako. Asami had literally bumped into Korra who spilled her drink onto her own clothes. After apologizing perhaps fifty times while trying to dab Korra’s shirt, Korra said it was all right. That she’d forgive her if she’d dance with her that night and go out on a date. That dance and date evolved into something more and after a few weeks, Korra officially asked her to be her girlfriend.

Asami smiled at the memory but her eyes widened at the scene before her. Korra had been punching and kicking the training dummy relentlessly. With a loud growl, she delivered the final blow. Which was so powerful that the dummy’s upper half now laid on the floor. Spirits… Asami gasped and swallowed hard. Unconsciously she took a step backwards. A cold shiver went down her spine and settled in the pit of her stomach. Flashbacks of events that were long since passed came up to the surface.

Korra wasn’t her first girlfriend. She had a relationship with another girl before that lasted several months too. Amy had been her first. That relationship ended with Amy being put behind bars for several years. The first few weeks of them being together were lovely, up until a certain evening. Amy had wanted to take the next step into their relationship. Asami told her she wasn’t ready and it ended with Amy hitting Asami. The red handprint clearly visible on Asami’s pale cheek. She should have left then and there but she didn’t. While she had her own hand cover her red cheek, tears welled in her eyes and Amy swore and promised she’d never wanted to do it. Swore she’d never do it again.

Connection Chap Fifteen

Originally posted by connie-awanderingsoul

Connection.  Read Chap One here. Two. Three Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven.Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen.

Sherlock x reader

Summary: an American forensic psychologist hired by Mycroft Holmes. You thought it would be more interesting and fulfilling than your previous job with a law firm in London but you had no idea how much it would change your life. Or really, how much one person would change everything.

Word count: 3228

A line borrowed from His last vow in BOLD

Your name: submit What is this?

The Holmes’ small den was always your favorite room since your first time at the house. The chair next to the fireplace was simply perfect and just felt like home. You were curled up in the chair with a book in front of a crackling fire when Mrs. Holmes walked in with her favorite tea tray. She poured two cups then added the cream and sugar. She liked to do it for guests, especially you, and you didn’t bother arguing with her anymore.

“Thank you.” She glanced up with a smile that reminded you so much of Sherlock as she handed you a cup.

“You’re welcome.” She picked up her own book from the table before sitting in a nearby chair.

You sipped the tea as you read but had difficulty taking in any of the words. You could’ve sworn you’d read this page at least five times but you had no idea what had happened. You kept thinking about Sherlock and the plan you were sure he would’ve put into motion tonight. You had no way of knowing if he went along with it but if he did, he should’ve been out by now. You fought the itch to text him by sipping the soothing liquid from the cup.

“Are you feeling okay, dear?”

You glanced up at Mrs. Holmes, “hmm?”

She chuckled and glanced down at your book. “You’ve been on that page for ten minutes.”

The blush crept up your cheeks, “you caught me.”

She closed her book and leaned forward, “I know when my girl is worried.”

It always warmed your heart when she called you that and you couldn’t stop the well of tears but you tried to blink them away. “It’s just been a rough week.” You tried another smile but it felt weak and you could tell she saw right through it.

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[A 400 followers fic.]

[I’ve been so busy with the holidays and work that I didn’t even notice I’d hit 400 followers! Thank you! For that, a fic.]

‘Just so you’re aware,’ the Doctor said crisply, ‘this does not constitute cuddling.’

‘If you say so.’ Clara’s breath came out in little puffs of steam.

‘And even if it did-’

‘Which it doesn’t,’ Clara cut in, furrowing her brows and looking as serious and intent as possible.

‘-which it doesn’t… it’s cuddling to stay alive, which means it’s utilitarian and not for… for…’ The Doctor stopped, his mouth open and his shoulders tensed, then closed his mouth and relaxed his shoulders. ‘I hate that,’ he muttered, ‘when you think you’re going to sneeze and th-… HACHOO!!!’

Clara smirked, jostled by the force of his sneeze. ‘Gezundheit.’

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Sunrise Sunset

If there was ever a thing to know about Hayden, it was that she was busy. She was perpetually on the move. Every Sunday she took thirty minutes to schedule her week—those thirty minutes were previously scheduled in the week before, of course—so she wouldn’t forget or be late to anything. She found solace in being organized. People may have looked at her as if she were crazy for having an itinerary each day, but she had big plans for the future; and, when she took small steps toward it each day, the future didn’t seem so far off.

As prepared as she preferred to be, she was a nurse. Constantly being in the hospital called for numerous unplanned instances which planted a seed of uneasiness within her when she first got the job, but now she had worked out a method to the madness. Knowing that there would always be a somewhat chaotic situation, she taught herself to be prepared for anything. Each morning or night—she took classes Tuesdays and Thursdays, so she would work the night shift to make up for lost hours—she compiled a list of everything that possibly could happen. Then, she listed all her possible responses, and it might have been a bit much but it relieved her to know that, in theory, she could handle anything.

So, the disdain that bubbled within her when an intense burning sensation rippled through her arm, and moments later the words ‘at least your boobs are clean now’ appeared, was not at all a surprise. She knew this would happen sooner or later. Acute flashes of tingling had been plaguing her for weeks now. It was a sign that she was to meet her soulmate. A soulmate that she does not have time for.

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w0rdinista  asked:

Sphallolalia -- Val and Garrus?

Sphallolalia: Flirtatious talk that goes nowhere

Crack. The Cerberus trooper’s helmeted head exploded, the body dropping in a slow crumple to the ground. Garrus allowed himself the smallest moment of satisfaction while he sought out his next target.

“Nice one,” came Shepard’s voice over the comm, pitched in a tone reminiscent of certain turian subharmonics.

“You liked that, did you, Shepard?” Garrus asked, setting his sights on a Guardian making his slow way toward Tali’s position.

“Mm-hm. Gotta like the… precision and accuracy.” Shepard flashed across his field of view for a second, a blur of red and blue.

Garrus dispatched the guardian and tracked back to see where Shepard had ended up: she’d rocketed into the middle of a cluster of troopers and centurions. Her arm swung in a vivid arc, and her shields detonated in a haze of blue. Most of the Cerberus soldiers fell as the nova explosion crackled over the comm. Garrus took the opportunity to pick off a centurion who’d stayed on his feet. “Looking good yourself, Shepard.”

She laughed. Her shotgun fired, rhythmic and regular as a heartbeat, as she finished off the remaining troops surrounding her. “Are you flattering me, Garrus?”

“Never, Shepard, you deserve every word of praise,” he said, keeping an eye on her as she whizzed off to another location. He’d gotten past the point where her biotic charges threatened to give him cardiac arrest, and now he could admire her stance as she shifted into the charge, the efficiency with which she sowed chaos and dispatched her opponents…

Vega’s groan echoed over the comm. “Seriously? Can’t you guys give it a rest?”

Tali laughed. “How long have you known them, Lieutenant? They’re always like this.”

“What, flirting in a firefight? I think this is weird even for them, Sparks.”

“You have to give us some slack, James. We’re newlyweds!” Shepard leaped over a low wall—nice form, Garrus observed—and slammed into the nearest trooper.

“How long you gonna milk that excuse, Lola?”

“You’re the one who decided to nickname me and keep things casual, James. You reap what you sow.”

Vega muttered something Garrus didn’t catch. Tali said, “About that, Shepard, I have still not forgiven you for getting married when I couldn’t be there.”

“We did apologize, Tali,” Garrus put in, picking off another guardian headed toward the console where Tali was busy hacking into Cerberus systems. It wasn’t as if they’d even known exactly where Tali was when they’d decided to go ahead and make things official.

“I am never forgiving you, Garrus, just get used to that idea now.”

“Oh, I’m plenty used to you not forgiving me,” he said, glancing back at Shepard’s location. Impossible not to admire her outline out of the corner of his eye as he put a round through the head of a centurion coming up behind her. “Watch your six, Shepard.”

“Thought that’s what you were doing,” she said, her tone light.

Vega groaned again. “This. This is what I’m talking about, Sparks.”

“Seems normal to me,” Tali said, laughing. A moment later her tone changed. “Shepard, Atlas incoming.”

Time to focus, then. Garrus turned his attention toward the sound of the mech’s clanking, heavy steps, making a mental note to pick up the conversation with Shepard later.


Haul No. 1, first haul ever… Actually it was my first time lifting ever, aside from a pair of Walmart earrings and other assorted tiny things over the years when I was little, but I think it’s enough stuff to validate being called a ‘haul.’ I did buy some of these things, mostly to dispel suspicion, except for the stuff from Deb, which I bought because I needed a bag. I went with my friend, who is far more experienced than me, and she ended up with $396 worth of stuff. She ended up not being able to come to my house afterwards though, so her haul has been posted separately, on her blog. Anyway, considering this is my first haul, I’d say I did fairly well.


Berry Pops! Lip Gloss - $4
Princess Pig Earrings (for my little sister) - approx. $5.50?

Tweezerman Mini Tweezers, Mint Green - $14 (I think this is right, I unpacked them in the store and left the tube in the pocket of some dress pants, and forgot to check the price, but I googled them, and all the online stores were selling them for $14 minimum.)

Captain America button, Pride Flag button, and Union Jack button - $1.50 each (I think)

Godiva Raspberry Chocolate Truffle Bar - approx. $4

Hot Topic:
LoveSick Let It Glide Eye Pencil in Teal - $3.50

Victoria’s Secret:
Purple Lacy Panties - $14.50 (sale price: $7.99)
Purple & Black Lacy-edge Panties (I know they look maroon, but they’re purple) - $12.50
VS Pink Red Yoga Panties - $10.50

Total Saved: $74
With Sale Prices: $67.49


Nail Polish in Late Night (dark purple) - $4.50 (sale price: $2)

Floral Crop Tank Top - $9.50 (sale price: $1.60)
Leopard Panties - $4 (sale price: $2.40)
JouJou Thigh-High Herringbone Socks - $8 (sale price: $5.60)

Victoria’s Secret Pink:
Blue Yoga Panties - $10.50 (sale price: $3.99)
Pink Body Mist in Wild & Breezy - $8

Purchase total: $23.59
Without Sale Prices: $44.50

Grand Total Saved (between lifting, and sales on what I did buy): $88.40

We were also gonna hit Bath & Body Works, JC Penney, and Sephora (in JCP), but we ran out of time, unfortunately. We’re planning to go back next week though, and bring my cousin/basically-best-friend-since-infancy, because she’s really good at lifting too. She was going to come today, but had to babysit, so we have to make up for it. Last time I went to the mall with her, before I started lifting (which was today, aside from a few tiny things over the years when I was little), I stood there and watched her drop like six bottles of B&BW body mist into her shopping bag. That same trip, she got me a bottle of Pink Chiffon from B&BW, and a pair of Captain America panties that I think came from either AE or Aero. Also the last time I went to her house, she literally had about ten pumpkin pie candles from B&BW that she had gotten all on the same trip. She and my other friend are basically my heroes with this stuff, they’re amazing. It’s great to know that I’ll have two people to help me out, although we might have to split up to avoid suspicion. So anyway, hopefully there will be a giant-ass haul post next week from all of us, and until then, happy lifting!

P.s. - I just need to talk about this cause it’s driving me nuts, but there is this amazing ring at Kohls that I wanted to get so bad last week, but I wasn’t planning on lifting anything, so I couldn’t untag it, because they had it set up so it was impossible to twist off. I almost bought it, but it was $16, and that was really just too much for me because I’m cheap and constantly broke, so I didn’t get it, and I can’t get the damn thing off my mind. I want it so freaking bad… I really need to see if i can get back to Kohls soon so I can get it before they stop selling it, and bring scissors this time. Also I want to get more workout leggings from there, but I’m not sure if they’re tagged, and I don’t have a magnet. So anyway, that was my complaining about my lack of the gorgeous gothic ring from Kohls, sorry about that.

Witchstrid AU: Chapter 1


Astrid is a witch. Hiccup is a human. He wants to marry her… but will he be able to handle her and her magic and world?

(Starts off the same as the preview I posted earlier today, but this is the full chapter :)

Hiccup slowly dropped to one knee, holding up the small, velvet box. He opened it, and within something glinted. A diamond. A diamond attached to a ring. Beautiful and serene.

“Hiccup…” Astrid began, feeling a cocktail of emotions. She felt joy. Overwhelming joy. But she also felt dread. Dread that she had put it off so long. Too long. “Hiccup…”

“What is it?” Hiccup frowned, gazing up at her with a quizzical expression.

“Hiccup, I can’t…” she began, unsure and unwilling to go on, hating her only choices. To break things off… or to tell him the truth.

“What is it?” he laughed slightly, a little worriedly, before slowly rising to his feet when she did not answer. He didn’t close the ring box, but instead watched her studiously. “Is it too soon? It’s too soon, isn’t it. I knew it. Snotlout told me it was too soon. I just thought, you know, after almost two years of dating… we were ready. But it’s okay if we’re not, I mean—”

“It’s not that,” Astrid said quickly. “I want to marry you. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Then what is it?” Hiccup asked.

“I’m…” Astrid began, squeezing her eyes shut. It was always so difficult to tell boyfriends this fact about herself. If she told them at all. Looking at them made it so much worse. “I’m…”

“Yes?” she felt Hiccup’s hand grasp her arm gently, encouragingly.

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“Rickon will get tired and say he isn’t, but don’t believe him.  He just likes to stay up as late as the others.” Mrs. Stark was saying as she put her earrings back in.  “And Bran will probably want to be out in the dark, but it’s hard to navigate his chair once the sun goes down so if Rickon’s asleep and you can be with him, it’s fine, but if you can’t be with him, make sure he’s inside.”

“Arya will be with me,” Bran insists.

“Yes,” Arya agrees.  She’s sitting on the ground and has already kicked off her dress shoes and is putting on sneakers.  “I’ll be with Bran, mama.  I promise.”

Mrs. Stark gives her a look.  “I know, but if you go off again–”

“I won’t after dark.  I promise,” Arya says again, and she smiles up at Bran.

“I’ll keep an eye on him, don’t worry, Mrs. Stark,” Brienne says.

It’s her first time babysitting for the Starks.  Tonight is Mrs. Stark’s brother’s wedding reception, and Brienne is keeping an eye on the younger ones who might be bored by the long dinner and endless toasts.

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Fallout 4
Sole Survivor/Robert Joseph MacCready

A/N: Was thinking about some of the fucked up shit raiders did in Fallout 3 and how much more fucked up it would be if they did this in FO4.

He hated that pip-boy of hers. Sure, MacCready knew he really shouldn’t. That damn ticking piece of machinery had saved their asses more times than he could count. And despite living most of his youth in a literal cave, he could count fairly high. Math skills were a surprisingly essential part of being a half-decent mercenary. MacCready was far from half-decent.
But, back to his original point. He hated that damn thing. Without that little computer of hers he’d never know that he was currently standing watch in thirty degree weather. That was Fahrenheit. The ever gracious ice queen had been so kind to tell him the temperature in Celsius. “It’s barely below zero.” Like that was supposed to make it better. Whatever happened to ignorance is bliss? Did that not exist back in 2077?
He was freezing and it was dark and to be quite honest little miss “I was frozen for two hundred years so you can’t complain about cold to me” snored.
His paper thin duster did little to protect him and they couldn’t risk a fire because the boss said so. To be clear, what she had precisely said was “Yeah, Mac, let’s start a fire and you take first watch and then I wake up murdered because that’s how I like to start my mornings.”

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jonghyun: my mom has had many different jobs. so, i’ve watched her go through a lot of hard times. what i felt the most (when watching this) was that she is an incredible person. she is endlessly working hard. she enrolled in university when she was a little over thirty six. watching her go through it…, she looked so impressive. she studied and used that to achieve things she wanted before and also new things, too. my mother…, the person i respect the most. (source: thatcoolcatmeow)

anyharu gave me the prompt ‘pineapple’ so this is what came of it


They say that you’re never quite done getting to know somebody. Lily thought this must be true as she watched her boyfriend of six months using his hands to demolish an enormous slice of pineapple cake across from her.

“James?” asked Lily awkwardly. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Eating,” he replied blankly.

Nobody else at the Gryffindor table took any notice of James’ bizarre actions. Sirius didn’t even glance down at the small pile of pineapple chunks that was growing between him and James.

“But you’re not,” she said. “You’re picking at it.”

With a shrug, James explained, “I don’t like pineapple. It hurts my mouth.”

“Then why are you eating pineapple cake?”

“Because I like pineapple cake,” said James matter-of-factly.

Lily looked at him incredulously.

“Wait, I’m gonna burp.”

He raised one cream-covered hand indicating she should bear with him and another to cover his mouth. And yet no burp came.

“Lost it,” he said, returning to removing pineapples before pressing on, “Anyway, Evans, I don’t criticise your eating habits, do I?”

“I eat normally, that’s why.”

“Oh, really?” said James, licking his fingers free of cream and leaning forwards, determination etched into every crevice of his face. “You pick the raisins out of scones.”

“Because I like scones. I just don’t like raisins.”

James raised an eyebrow.

“Fine, I concede,” sighed Lily. “I still think you’re a weirdo though.”

With that, she reached across the table, picked up one of James’ discarded pineapple chunks and popped it into her mouth.

“I didn’t know you liked pineapple,” said James cheerfully. “You can have the rest if you want.”

“I was planning on it.”

“I won’t be kissing you for a while though,” he warned her.

“James, it’s not gonna hurt your mouth to kiss me just because I ate pineapple.”

“Alright, Evans,” he laughed. “I didn’t know you were so desperate to kiss me.”

Then, just as he finished speaking, James’ previously lost burp resurfaced.

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Shoot ? Person B knowing they're about to die from the wound they're bleeding from. Instead of calling for help they phone A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong making sure to mention how much they love them before it's too late

“Fuck,” Root groans when she collapses against a wall, leaving a trail of bloody hand prints. Slowly she lowers herself to the ground, trying not to make it worse, but the hot blood trickles through her fingers and tastes like iron on her tongue.

She should have put in an earpiece before she left, Root knows it. She knows that without the Machine there’s no one in her ear to tell her to watch ger six, or to get her out of trouble.

She didn’t think she’d be in trouble. If she did she’d had asked Shaw to come. Maybe things would have been different. Maybe their calculated chance at survival would be higher.

Sweat shimmers on her skin and makes her hair and clothes sticky. Her breathing is shallow, ragged, uneven. Her head swirls. She can’t… She’s done fighting…

Root kind of wants to laugh, but she knows she has time for only one phone call and laughing would cost too much breath.

Besides, there’s no one there to hear it.

Her hands are sticky from the blood that drenches the front of her shirt. She’s done, and she knows it. She’s going to sit here in an abandoned warehouse with blood trickling from her nose, and there’s nothing she can do. Not this time. No AI. No Shaw. No divine intervention.

With a lot of effort she wriggles her phone from her pocket, speed dialing Shaw. Please, let her be wearing an ear-piece.


Root swallows hard when tears prickle her eyes. A wide, ridiculous smile splits her face and she puts the phone on speaker, her arms too heavy to hold it up. “Hey sweetie, you busy?”

“Kinda. Where are you?”

“Oh, you know. Going out with a bang… Have you tried that new steak house yet?”

Her breath hitches when she moves into what should be a more comfortable position, but isn’t. More blood gushes from her abdomen and Root rests her head back against the cold white concrete.

The edges of her vision start to blur, her pulse thuds in her ears. If Root thought she knew pain, she was right. Though she had been shot plenty of times before, this one feels different. More lonely. More definitive.

Shaw completely ignores her question, the line static for a good two seconds. “Are you okay?”

“Would you believe me if I said yes?” One tear slips down her cheek and Root blinks hard. She has to stay awake. Her eyelids are so heavy. She doesn’t want to fight anymore…

“I’m coming for you. What’s your location?”

Root can hear the shuffle of Shaw’s boots on the other side, the metallic click of a rifle and the swoosh of a jacket. Silence.



“For god’s sake! ROOT!?”

She shakes awake, the blur more present, the rush of blood in her ears, still trickling in her fingers. She coughs, blood splattering against the back of her hand. “You won’t make it in time, Sameen…”

“Just shut up and tell me where you are.”

“You can’t save me.”

“Then why did you call.”

“We never had our talk…” Root smiles and wipes at her dirty, tear stained cheek.

She can hear Shaw sitting down again while she scowls. She imagines her knitting her brow, rubbing her forehead with her fingers.

“Just stay with me, okay? Root, I… ”

“I know…”

“Then why did you really call?”

“I just didn’t want to die alone…”