we flipped a coin

Dex drops to his knees. “This cannot be happening.” Dimly, in the background noise of the utter ruin of his whole entire life he hears Nursey says, “Chill.”

“King Solomon himself could not have come up with a solution more wise,” Bitty says.

Dex wants to die right now. Just sink through the floorboards and expire. Sharing Lardo’s room with Derek Nurse. Seeing sleepy Derek Nurse with morning scruff and tired eyes, electric Derek Nurse hunched over his poetry notebook. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

“Don’t worry,” Nurse says. “I give it until September before you move out. Maybe October.”

Dex grinds his teeth.

“Chill,” Derek says again, and Chowder pokes his head into the room.

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Established relationship AUs are my kryptonite I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY OKAY

- I came home early from work to find you singing to the cat with a spatula as your microphone

- truth be told I only vacuum so I can slide around the hardwood floors in my socks

- you like naps. like, really like naps. and you take them everywhere pretty sure I saw you lying on the kitchen floor one time

- I know it’s our anniversary and we’re all dressed up and everything but I’m not really feeling this fancy restaurant, want to hit up the food truck? (bonus: I got food poisoning from said food truck and I’m puking my guts out but I’m still wearing my fancy clothes so at least I’m still classy)

- people always say to get a pet to see if you’re responsible enough to have kids but we’re still at the stage where we got a houseplant to see if we could get a dog

- you’re in my phone as “that loser who keeps texting me” and I’m in your phone as “how about no”

- we don’t call each other’s names when we need each other anymore we make dolphin sounds

- I have a goldfish named Prince Bubbles and I love him and when you made a commitment to me you made a commitment to him

- you have terrible taste in furniture no you don’t get to make these decisions alone anymore I hate that couch so much and now I have to look at it every day

- your mom came over while you were at work with some stuff she wanted to give you and it included your baby album and oh my god you were so cute (alternatively: you were such an ugly baby I’m so glad you grew out of that phase)

- we’re pretty sure we need hazmat suits to clean out the bathroom

- you don’t like it and I don’t like it but you need to take a bath now, kitty

- I bought a squirt bottle so whenever you do something obnoxious I can spray you with water

- you keep coming up with the worst possible names for any potential children we might have someday no I’m not letting you name our son that

- the water’s getting freezing cold but you’re warm and so we should definitely stay in the shower together a little longer

- we’re brushing our teeth and we both went to spit and you spit on me guess who’s living on the couch for the next month

- I’m always cold at night and you’re always too hot so we built up a little pillow wall so I’d get all the blankets but it’s 2am and I still can’t sleep because I miss snuggling with you

- you went through my stuff and found the ring I was going to use to propose and how dare you go through my personal stuff that’s so rude and invasive but more importantly will you marry me?

- you used up the last of the shampoo and didn’t tell me what am I supposed to do now

- we went to a bar and yes I signed you up to sing karaoke can’t back out now

- we both decided it would be a good idea to have a parent at home to raise the kid but I definitely thought it was going to be you what do you mean you thought it was going to be me

- we rock-paper-scissors or flip a coin for every major decision and you know it’s worked out pretty well for us

- you SAY you didn’t eat in bed but these crumbs say differently you’re not nearly as sly as you think

- that’s my shirt you’re wearing and usually I’m okay with that because you’re so cute in my clothes but I wanted to wear it and it’s mine so I get priority

- it’s ridiculously hot this summer and we’ve started just hanging out naked and it doesn’t really affect me anymore (most of the time) (bonus: someone’s coming to visit in like 10 minutes can you PLEASE put on some pants)

- you finally met my parents and they absolutely hate you but I love you so I hope you stick around

[Femslash February]: Matching Outfits

does anyone remember those times in like middle/high school where wearing the same outfit as someone else was considered social suicide? :P


Day 4: Matching Outfits (Chlonette)

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Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

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The moment Alya walked into the school building, she felt a hand curl around her arm and yank her into a custodial closet. Not quite the start to her morning that she had expected. 

She was a little disoriented as a mop toppled onto her head, and it wasn’t until Nino clicked on the light hanging above their heads that she saw Adrien advance on her, grab her tightly by the shoulders, and speak in a grave tone. “Where is Marinette?”

She lifted a brow. “…um, home? She’s awake, but she shows up like five minutes before class since she lives right there.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know she’s awake,” Adrien dismissed. “Listen Alya, this is very important. I need you to call Marinette right now and tell her to change outfits immediately.”

Alya’s eyes darted towards Nino, but he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking like he was witnessing a serious interrogation with literal lives at stake. She stared back at Adrien, who was still fervently awaiting her reply. She huffed. “Okay, what the fuck is going on?”

“Alya, babe, tell Mari to change,” Nino said simply. “Apparently we’re attempting to avoid the end of the world, and it’ll make no sense for the two of us to call her and tell her this.”

“What does Marinette’s outfit have to do with the end of the world. Why are we….what the hell, guys?!”

Adrien lifted his finger in front of her face, pulled out his cellphone, scrolled through Instagram, and flipped the screen towards her. “Please observe Exhibit A.”

It was a picture of Marinette that she posted to Instagram this morning. Black knee high boots. White skirt. Black turtleneck. Pretty basic for a school outfit, nothing out of the ordinary. “Yeah, she takes morning selfies and puts then on Instagram all the time, what’s your point?”

Adrien sighed pitifully, switched screens, and showed her his phone again. Exhibit B.”

Alya squinted at the photo for a moment, and then her eyes widened in horror. “Oh shit…”

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Mockingjay Inn

Written by: @burkygirl

Prompt 25: Katniss and Peeta are both frequent pop-in guests at an out-of-the-way B&B. One weekend, it is surprisingly booked up and the manager asks if they can share a suite in an effort to be less of an inconvenience for such loyal customers and since they sort of know each other. (Submitted by @roseymama )

Rated E, Trigger warnings for smut, a few curse words and mentions of a dying family member.

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7AM Coffee

Sebastian Stan x Fan fiction

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*A/N: Hello! Ok so this was just something I wrote that’s short. I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. I hope you all are having a great day/night:)–Noelle


When I woke up the world felt pure. Engulfed in my own private bubble of euphoria. The memories of last night made a wicked smile unfold across my face. Tussling my bare legs underneath the heavy duvet, I stretched my legs feeling it brush against Sebastian. He peacefully laid tucked underneath with only a sheet vaguely covering his lower abdomen.

I sat upward stretching my arms upright, yawning as I looked over to see the morning sun painting a rich and neon sky. Though my eyes couldn’t stay on the bit of scenery for long, because I had a much better muse to be transfixed by.

I watched as Sebastian slept, looking every bit of serene. His dark brown eyebrows furrowed in his sleep and his lips rested apart as he inhaled softly. I pushed away at his uncombed hair, smoothing it back in an almost rhythmic stroke. He shifted himself slightly, like he was instinctively reacting to my touch. Pulling back my hand because I was afraid to wake him up just yet. The current events that just took place would cause any functioning human the desired need to recharge.

Still in bed with Sebastian I reached for my silky pale pink robe that was wrapped across the ottoman in front of the bed. Slipping my arms through and tightly securing the belt around my waist I finally got out of bed. The time difference didn’t effect me as much as I believed it would have. Not too long ago, two weeks to be exact. Sebastian and I were sitting on a bench in Bowling Green park when the wildest of thoughts floated in our minds. We were both seeking an adventure, a get away that we both wanted to coax us with sin.

So we flipped a coin. Heads for a place where nothing but the sky and endless amount of water connected or tales for a place that was artistic, culturally infused with history and a place that would most importantly be unforgettable. I already had the perfect location in mind but I didn’t tell him. I waited till he tossed the coin in the air and catching it in his hand. Sebastian looked at the back of his hand where he kept the coin placed on top. He looked at me and I could see flickers of his soul through his smile. And then I knew we were off to Paris.

The days spent here were like no other. Getting lost in the streets, even though we had modern technology to help navigate us. We made a pact to see new places with our eyes instead of looking through a screen. So we left phones and cameras behind. The people we met so far invited us in with open arms. Introducing us to new sights, sounds, and sensations. Sebastian and I never stayed in one area for no longer than two days. Dining with outspoken intellects, dancing to music that you could feel in your veins, and making love was our pastime request. Well, that and a cup of coffee.

Someone once told me that being in love was like drinking coffee. Whether you loved it or hated it. It was something most desired. Despite it either being hot or cold, bitter or sweet. It was a risk you take and you couldn’t help but yearn for it constantly. Not ever wanting your cup to run empty.

I looked at the clock on the wall and it was five minutes till seven. I rushed over to the side of the bed where Sebastian was. I leaned down closer to his face and called out his name in a hushed tone. He wouldn’t budge, so I began to gently shake his shoulder. Eventually he started to wake up.

“Good Morning,” I rested my chin on his chest as I watched him blink rapidly, causing his eyelashes to flutter.

“What time is it?” Sebastian groaned.

“It’s almost seven.” I told him. I leaned back getting ready to stand until I felt a slight tug on the wrist. Sebastian turned on his stomach, squinting his eyes from the sunlight.

“Are we going to talk about what happened last night?” Sebastian asked me.

“You are not letting this go are you?” I pulled up the fabric of my robe by my collar trying to conceal my face.

Swinging his legs around the bed so that his feet would touch the ground and so he could he sit upward. “Not until you say you will marry me.”

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anonymous asked:

Are Jamie and claire going to get a car in the boston story? Car junkie here, kind of dying to know what kind??

Anon from Mod Bonnie’s personal blog: is jamie going to get his driver license soon?

Flood my Mornings: Liberty and License 

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment: Some Sunday Morning (A crime close to home prompts a serious butting-of-heads between the Frasers)


September, 1950

“Oh, yes, I’m sure Cinderella is a darling film,” I said into the receiver, curling my finger absently around the cord, feeling the breeze tickling the backs of my knees, “but I’d really prefer not to have Bree go to the movies until she’s a bit older…. Glad you understand, thank you, Penelope, dear….and thank you for answering my call….No, no word yet, still waiting…. Hope to hear very shortly!….I’ll phone again as soon as we know…Yes, goodbye, dear.”

I hung up and and walked back to my shady bench from the pay phone, checking my wristwatch for what felt like the thousandth time that morning. Jamie and I had both taken off work for today’s mission, but at this rate—three bloody hours after we’ve arrived at the godforsaken DMV—I apparently needn’t have bothered.

“Come on, Jamie,” I murmured under my breath in the direction of the glass doors across the green, “give him what for.”

He’d failed the first time, two weeks ago. A travesty, too, for thanks to his quick memory and ease with academic learning, he’d gotten a perfect score on the written portion—a first for this district, the glowing proctor had said. His only mistake was to have the miserable poor luck to be assigned the most crotchety pedant known to mankind for the in-car examination. Jamie neglected to signal a left-hand turn once—ONCE—and the nasty gremlin had failed him on the spot. To make matters worse, the old grump had rambled on and on about it, tsking about ‘a man of Jamie’s age ought to know better,’ ‘Such carelessness!’ ‘A danger to himself and others!’ and perhaps most gallingly, ‘Dratted foreigners coming in and roaming about as they please, bringing in their Commie ideas!’ et cetera.     

“It’s alright, Sassenach, I’ll ken next time to be more fastidious wi’ the signals. It’s *no’ matter,* a nighean,” he’d said firmly, trying to calm down my ragings against the examiner, his relatives, and any animals unfortunate enough to be his pets. “I’ll almost certainly be assigned a different examiner next time, dinna fash.” 

But given the many hours he’d put into studying traffic laws and practicing on the road with Hank, the failure definitely rankled him, and I knew it. 

None daunted, we’d tried again today. Jamie had come out after his written exam and seemed confident in his performance, laughing easily with me as we shared a coffee and a Mallo Cup (his favorite modern treat to date), apparently ready to take on the world. Then, Lo and Be-bloody-hold, out had rung an oily, “James Fraser?”: the Gremlin, clipboard in hand, grinning with the macabre glee of an executioner. Jamie had swallowed his mouthful, kissed my cheek, and stridden forward to meet his foe with dark determination, Penelope’s keys clinking in his hand.

After the first hour of (im)patiently waiting, I’d gone outside to get away from the general stink of the Department of Motor Vehicles. My bookmark lay scarcely twenty pages into 1984, and I couldn’t have told a bloody thing about those twenty if my life depended on it. 

Another half-hour later, my nerves worn to shreds, I looked up at the opening double-doors for the millionth time to—at last!—see Jamie emerging, buttoning his suit jacket as he walked toward me. He saw me, I could tell, but he wasn’t meeting my eye, staying hidden under his hat, hands uncharacteristically shoved in his pockets.

Bollocks,” I hissed under my breath, rising from the bench under the tree, “Goddamn frigging bollocks….THAT EXECRABLE WRETCH!” I preemptively shouted as he walked up, head still bowed, reaching for my hand and kissing it soberly. 

Sassenach, hush, ye—”

“You wait right here, I’m going to give that little xenophobic vermin a piece of my–”

Sassenach,” Jamie said, voice steady and light, “will ye stop blethering and look down?”  

I spluttered for a moment, but did look down… to see a crisp Massachusetts driver’s license in my hand.

I swatted him with it. “So it’s YOU that’s the execrable wretch!” I scolded, laughing, in thoroughly relieved pique. Abandoning decorum, I jumped up and flung both arms around his neck, kissing his cheek exuberantly “Jamie, you DID pass—Congratulations, you utter ARSE!”

“Aye,” he laughed.“The sour wee mannie tried to dock me again for my four-way stop,” Jamie recounted, kissing my neck happily, “but I recited book-chapter-and-verse from the manual and proved that I did in fact have the right of way. He was fuming all the way back about how all Europeans are a threat to ‘Our Liberty’ but…he passed me.”

“Oh, well DONE, darling!” I cried, inspecting the license again as he set me back down.  I then stepped back to fix him with a gimlet eye. “SO…are you ready to have this out once and for all, then?”

He gave me the look right back, with interest. “Have you come to your senses since last night?”

My senses are right as rain; but I shan’t be swayed, if that’s what you mean.” 

“Shall we flip a coin for it, then?”

My coin,” I agreed, withdrawing one from my handbag and giving it to him, “you flip, I call….TAILS!” I cried as Jamie caught the coin and slapped it onto the back of his hand.

“Tis the moment of truth, Claire: give up now and walk away wi’ honor?”

“Never! Tails, you brute.”

Jamie unveiled the coin dramatically….then groaned.

“Ha-HAAA!” I crowed, “the ‘49, light-blue, four-door sedan it is!!! So there!”

“But the station wagon is so much more practicalSassenach!” he insisted for the dozenth time.

“We’ve made do without a car entirely to this point—I think we’ll manage. And before you ask, yes I’m dead-set on the blue. We’ve got quite enough red in our family as it is, thank you very much.”

He gave a dramatic sigh, but the corner of his mouth was twitching. “Fine, fair’s fair. But—” he held out his elbow to me in a courtly fashion, “—only if the lady will share a milkshake wi’ me before we give Mr. Ford our custom.”

I took the arm with equal grace. “That sounds perfectly reasonable. As long as it’s a chocolate milkshake, no malt.”

He snorted. “Is there any other kind?”

“Good chap!”


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Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 1056

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of blood, sweetness, Dean being funny

Summary: Sam walks in on the reader and later says something on his mind

      It had been a long day, a long hunt, and she was ready to collapse into bed. She unlocked the motel room door, followed by Sam and Dean. She was covered in mud and grime as well as blood (thankfully it wasn’t hers) and all she wanted was to take a shower and go to bed.

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pastel-hurme  asked:

It's my birthday today so I might as well ask if you have any trivia on one of my favorite cards Krark's Thumb

The card originally wasn’t legendary but mechanically it was problematic in numbers (it basically made you always win coin flips) so we made it legendary for mechanical reasons. The running joke was for flavor reasons it should be semi-legendary because Krark has another thumb, doesn’t he?

Happy Birthday!

“I’d been harboring a crush on him since 5th grade. But I thought: ‘I’m gonna be in the friend zone for a long time.’ Because I’m normally not the kind of person who’s liked in that way. But I thought, ‘Go for it.’ So I started flirting. I’d say things like, ‘You look nice.’ Or ‘I like your hair.’ Then we started going to different high schools, so we started texting a lot. And every once in awhile I’d use a heart emoji. Or a kiss emoji. And if he ever had to dress in a suit, he’d send me a picture. So things were going well. Then one day I had an orthodontist appointment near his school and we decided to meet at Starbucks. After his mom dropped him off, we went on a walk by the stream. Then we sat on a bench. And I saw him flip a coin. So I thought he was bored. But right after, he gave me a kiss.”

Time Flies (Chapter 1/10)

Written by: @ilovebeingjoyful
Posted: November 23rd, 2016
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: 1940′s Bucky Barnes x (Y/N) Rogers

(Introduction) 


~ Childhood Adventures: Part 1 ~

Every day Steve and James would play together, from daylight till it was time for dinner, the two of them would play. (Y/N) would often have her own friends over, such as Dot. The two girls would be playing house and school, while the two boys would play war and adventures. When the four children would be in the yard, James would often find himself looking over at (Y/N). A smile would often form on his small face, Steve would often catch him looking over at his little sister, but he would not say anything. Knowing James, he would deny it. As the summer ended, school started again. 

James was a year older than Steve, Steve a year older than (Y/N), but that did not mean that they did not see each other at the school house. Back then, it was not uncommon for the grades to be mixed into one class, so it was no surprise that James ran to the seat behind (Y/N). Dot pouted, “James! I wanted to sit behind (Y/N)!” He shrugged at her, “Sit beside her!” She rolled her eyes before sitting in the spot next to her best friend. Steve was last to walk up as he sat next to James. As class began, James interlocked his fingers and laid his hands flat on the desk before resting his chin on his hands. 

He looked at the curl in (Y/N)’s hair, and a smile formed on his face as  he reached an tugged the curl down before letting it go. He chuckles watching it bounce back into the curl. Her eyes widened before she looked over her shoulder and giving James a warning look before looking back ahead. He smiled and sat up and listening to his teacher teach the lesson. 

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ON THE QUIESTION OF TECHNOLOGY

MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN ARGUNING, PRIMITICVISM

WE GOTTA NOT GO EXTREME HERE BUDDY JUST FLIP A COIN FOR EACH THING EITHER WE MAKE IT OUT OF STICKS OR COMPUTERS

“It was the summer between 8th and 9th grade. We were make-out buddies. Sometimes he’d talk to me during the day. Other times he wouldn’t. We were in his basement late one night, getting drunk, and he kept asking me if I wanted to do it. My heart was racing and I was terrified. I kept saying: ‘maybe,’ ‘maybe,’ ‘maybe.’ Then he said: ‘No more maybes. Let’s flip a coin.’ My stomach sank. After we finished, he said: ‘I think I heard my dad upstairs. You need to leave.’ I went home and filled up a whole page in my journal. I wrote in purple sharpie, over and over: ‘It didn’t happen.’ For the longest time I felt like it was my fault for feeling hurt. Like I was being overly sensitive. It took five years for me to realize that consent is not a coin flip.”

Fraternizing with the Enemy [JasonxF!Reader] [Drabble]

Merry Christmas everybody, consider this my gift to you! ^^

I swear I’ll get back to my requests asap, I just really needed to get some BatFamily Christmas Fluff out of my system.

I hope you guys like it! :3

[If you actually enjoy my writing, feel free to request something when requests are open! ^^]

Fraternizing with the Enemy

The doorbell of the manor chimed right as (y/n) was about to toss a handful of flour at Tim. While the girls had gone out for some last minute Christmas shopping, she’d decided to stay back and help the boys bake cookies. However, Dick and her had been forced to watch as Damian and Tim already failed at agreeing on what kind of cookies to make. She’d just been thinking about what kind of nightmare decorations would be, when the first egg flew through the air and smacked the youngest of the family right in the face. That had escalated into an all out war which in turn had resulted in them being covered head to toe in baking ingredients as well as leaving the kitchen in a similar state that would most likely cause Alfred a heart attack. 

“(Y/N)!!!” an angry shout basically cut through the happy atmosphere, making the young woman freeze in place before dropping the flour to the ground and diving behind the counter with a shriek of: “Hide me!”

The voice belonged to none other than Jason Todd, her boyfriend of two years. And the guy was beyond pissed.

“(y/n), what the hell did you do?” Dick asked with a raised brow.

“Well…” she started, popping her head out from her hiding spot and sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck. “Jason was being all bitchy about hating Christmas, although I know he doesn’t really hate it, and I was getting sick of it, so I may or may not have superglued a Santa hat onto his helmet and replaced his guns with candy canes.”

“Ha! You’re dead meat, (l/n)!” Damian laughed while wiping a mixture of butter and flour off his cheek and flicking it towards Tim, who glared at him in response before reluctantly agreeing with his brother: “True. Jason loves you to bits, but that was a ridiculously stupid move.”

“I know.” she whined. 

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