what is his deal

I’m still not over louis filming his video in Doncaster, including all of his friends, people he had in his life since he was a kid! And (as it looks like for now) Bebe being completely fine with it, supporting his choice, travelling to donny herself to film the video, tagging herself in his home town, bringing her own friends too. This is going to be amazing, i can feel it! And I’m so pleased by what little we’ve seen (so far). I cant wait to hear the song and see the video ☺️

Indescribable

Request: Hi! I have a Crowley request if that’s ok!! In which the reader is in love with him and vice versa, but the reader is under the inpression that he hates her bc he is so cold with her but he is actually that way bc he doesn’t want to put her in danger by being involved with her and they have a fight and he admits his feelings and the end up having hot steaming sex?? ;)

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warning: Unprotected smut (be safe), explicit language, arguing, fluff

Word Count: 1135

Originally posted by lucifur-and-stuff

“Would you for once just let me help you! You’re so damn stubborn!” You shouted at Crowley from across the throne room, the sudden argument taking the both of you by surprise. You wanted to help him deal with a rogue demon; he wouldn’t let you. What was his deal? You were a hunter; you could handle yourself! You could help! Being shot down so rudely by him hurt even more due to your feelings for him, which were deeper than anything you had ever felt before.

Crowley gave his eyes a roll, downing his glass of scotch before setting it down. What you didn’t understand, what he was too afraid to tell you … was he just cared for you too much to let you come with him. This rogue demon was dangerous, powerful, and he didn’t want you getting hurt. He loved you too much to have you associated with him. It would only bring you trouble, pain, possibly death by his enemies. Why would he put you in such a position if he loved you? “I don’t need your help! He’s … He’s too powerful. You’d just get hurt!”

It felt like you kept getting punched in the stomach, knocking the breath from you. “Wow … you really think I can’t handle myself? Fuck you, Crowley,” you spat, not even knowing what else to say. You were just so angry that he was acting this way! It was like he hated you. He knew you were a great hunter, one that could tackle a case by yourself with minimum hiccups. And he thought you’d just get in the way? You made a move to head out of the throne room, but you felt his hand around your wrist, keeping you from leaving. You tore your hand away, shooting him a glare. “How could you say something like that to me?” You breathed out, voice shaky.

Crowley drew in a deep breath, anxiety riddling him. He didn’t want to lose you, couldn’t bear it. “Because I love you. Because … I can’t stand the thought of losing you. I’m toxic, love. You should be running from me, not trying to help me,” he murmured, eyes lowering to the floor, a deep frown on his face.

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dancingloki  asked:

who is Lord Franklin and what's the deal with his ships?

i’m not sure you know exactly what can of worms you just opened, but okay. here we go. A Brief History Of One Of Orion’s Huge Obsessions™:

lord john franklin was one of those arctic explorers that died before he got there. what makes his story super cool though is that he completely disappeared in 1846 - nobody could fucking find him or his crew or his ships, and it was a big deal how big of a mystery it was.

his wife - lady franklin - supposedly was the one who wrote a ballad about him that got super famous (& is still sung today). of course, it probably wasn’t actually her, but it makes a nice story. (listen to lady franklin’s lament, it’s actually really pretty.)

the part that obsesses me the most is how much mythology was built up around him. searching for lord franklin became people’s quest, lady franklin herself sent a whole fuckton of people after him to no avail, and the tradition sort of kept going. people really wanted to find him.

people really thought some magic was going on there. (this shouldn’t be a surprise, though, considering how inextricably intertwined sailing is with ghost stories.)

there’s some mythos about the hand of franklin especially, his reaching-out hand, and uhhh i wrote a whole poem about it because it haunts me so badly. there’s something both romantic and heartbreaking about these doomed expeditions that i can’t stop thinking about, especially when they’re so mysterious, and especially when they are, inherently, a story about ghosts and history.

everyone was pretty ready to accept franklin as a loss, except:

i’m having trouble wording why this is so vitally important to me, but there’s something about this story that won’t leave me alone. there are a bunch of other arctic explorers who died on the way there, but none of them have the same pull on me. maybe it’s because this one is a ghost story too.

i hope lord franklin’s ghost can rest now that his ships were recovered and his story is getting told; his body was never found, but a ship is kind of a body when it’s yours, and i hope it’s enough.

This is one of my more popular posts, so revisiting it with some food for thought: Blue didn’t just connect to Lance, she arguably connected to the entire team when the barrier drops- everyone sees that vision of Voltron. But this doesn’t make sense, because Lance and only Lance is Blue’s bonded paladin, and all of Blue’s behavior before and after obviously favors Lance.

This makes me wonder if the scene where Allura seems to be assigning the Lions isn’t actually what’s happening- after all, Allura makes it clear nobody can force those connections and she barely knows these people. Unless Allura has an incredible capacity to read people on short notice that we haven’t really seen otherwise in play, it would seem odd that she’d be so certain about it-

But, explicitly, Coran opens this scene by stating that Allura’s connected to the Lions.

The Lions are also connected to each other.

My thinking? The Lions didn’t look through Allura and choose their paladins then. They chose them before, in Blue’s cavern. Blue found these people, found one that she liked- but found paladins for the others, as well. Which would suggest Blue basically scouted the team out for the other Lions. So what Allura is demonstrating in the scene where she identifies them by name is how in tune she is with the Lions, and able to communicate with all of them without being bonded to a single one. Red’s cold response to Keith was thus pretty clearly trying to test him, because she had chosen him before he was anywhere near Sendak’s ship.

But it also suggests there’s a particular amount of trust in Blue- that all of the other Lions trusted Blue that when she basically telepathically ran up to them like “you’ve got to check this out, look at these guys, they’re exactly what we need” they all obliged- including Black who at that point was trying to walk off an incredible traumatic experience with her last bonded paladin.

And the whole idea that Blue scouted the team gets even more interesting if we consider the only person who knew all the other members of the team?

Was Blue’s paladin. Lance.

Hunk doesn’t seem familiar with Shiro and only knows Keith secondhand through Lance. Pidge doesn’t have any idea who Keith is and vice versa. Shiro doesn’t seem to have had personal experience with any member of the Garrison Trio except possibly Pidge to a degree via his familiarity with the Holts in general.

Lance knew Hunk, because Hunk was his friend. He knew Keith because he specifically wanted to compete with Keith. He knew Pidge because they were paired with the simulator and he wanted to know what Pidge’s deal was. He knew Shiro, because Shiro was his personal hero.

The idea that Blue sort of scouted the entire team is interesting because to a degree, so did Lance, and it would suggest Lance and Blue are alike in both their fascination for, and being a quick study of, other people. 

anonymous asked:

*flies in like a bat out of hell* What about a fusion between all three? Idk if you watch SU but it's totally possible and makes for super powerful beings with extra limbs or senses. (Usually eyes tbh)

Anon said: WHAT IF ALL THREE FUSED TOGETHER?? 8D

a Disaster™

My dudes. My companions. My bosom buddies.

Voltron Legendary Defender is an otome. Think about it.

Heroine is a lost princess infused with great power and the driving force behind a great destiny.

Wakes up to five mysterious and sexy strangers in her castle. Who are all tied to that great destiny with her.

Fluffy animal companions!!!

An older figure who serves as a mentor. Also very handsome in a silver fox kinda way.

Multiple love interests COMPLETE WITH COLOR CODING!

The mature one who is usually all business but has his humorous moments, and is also illegal levels of hot. No one works with you like he does.

The broody, mysterious one whose initial impression is kinda hostile like what the hell’s his deal? But he’s really a sweetheart. Just can’t social good. Quietly watches over you.

The best friend who makes a great candidate for a femslash route because if there is something Otome games desperately need it’s more gay. Hard to talk to at first, then really warms up to you.

The cuddly one who is all sunshine and sweetness, no secrets, connects with you instantly by teaching you games and other fun things, childhood friend type.

…That Guy™. Why are you even on this route? He’s ridiculous, doesn’t take anything seriously, and way too full of something alright. Still, something about him is irresistible and his Good End is very rewarding.

The animal-eared guy. A secret route that only becomes available through specific decisions and triggered flags. For the secret furry in you.


The Bad. He’ll use you and leave you when he’s done but damn he’s hot. All his endings are Bad Ends unless you play the game in a very, very specific way. It’s fine if love ain’t got nothing to do with it. Go ahead. Let out your inner bad girl.

DLC

"Just take the blanket with you."

As a person with OCD, what I love about the way Shiro treats Slav is how well Shiro navigates the fine line between keeping his priorities straight and respecting what Slav has to deal with.

Slav can’t help his anxieties and ridiculous-seeming coping mechanisms, but he is unnecessarily obnoxious about them, and the situation is extremely dangerous and time-sensitive.

Under the circumstances, Shiro would be expected to just toss Slav over his shoulder and charge ahead to complete the mission, but he showed an incredible amount of patience and tried to accommodate Slav as best he could, never once mocking or belittling him. (I think he can be forgiven some frustrated incredulity, given the urgent circumstances.)

Even when Shiro finally did lose his last scrap of patience, he still struck me as being strangely respectful despite his exasperation.

“We’re traveling by teludav. So just count your hair follicles or fluff a pillow, or whatever you need to do to make sure we survive the wormhole trip in this reality!”

The way I interpreted that was Shiro basically saying, “I have a responsibility to keep my kids people safe and complete this extremely important mission. Within those limits, I am totally fine with you doing whatever you need to do so that you feel as safe as you can in this situation, which is probably even more stressful for you than it is for the rest of us.” There’s no real judgment, just prioritizing what’s truly important while delineating a space where Slav can cope with his anxiety.

 Shiro also seems to be keeping the possibility open that all of Slav’s fretting about alternate realities might actually be legit. XD Even though he himself probably doesn’t believe it, he still gives Slav the benefit of the doubt instead of automatically writing him off as crazy.

 I love Shiro. Kudos to the people who wrote his lines in these episodes.

By Way of Spontaneity (Part 1)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 680

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is sheer K-Drama content lol. So it’s gonna be fluffy and full of craziness. I hope you all like it!

Originally posted by seabasschino


Kicking his shoes off, Bucky plops down on the couch, swinging his feet until his legs are off the floor and he crosses them. Taking a deep breath, he stretches enough to pull his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it, perusing through his various social media apps. He’s scrolling through the wedding pictures of a former high school classmate of his when he hears a sharp whistle.

His grandmother’s stern face is what he sees as his head snaps towards the sound. She’s got her lips pursed in a tight line and her brow furrowed. Bucky smiles. “Hey, nana. You look beautiful today.”

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You know what I find so interesting on this second read through? How Andrew has this established pecking order and the others just…. Automatically know it??

Like I’m only on chapter 4 of t*k and Neil is pointing out how strange it is that he has become A Part Of Them. How he tries to NOT let them drag him into their little make shift family.

And it’s always the same order: Andrew, Kevin, Neil, Nicky and Aaron. Like why does Neil get such a high rank? Is it because he has a deal with Andrew? But if it’s based on deals would Aaron be at least second place?

Like it’s just so interesting that once Neil is accepts Andrew’s offer they all just rework the order. Like when they moved the furniture at the court so they stayed together. When Neil tried to sit alone, Aaron was like?? Ha no. You sit next to Andrew. Or how they leave a space empty for him on the bus in their exact order.

And I’m just thinking about how it SHIFTS in the next book because of blatant favoritism. Or more like increase in loyalty. The point being Kevin gets bumped to third place and I find it endlessly hilarious and also think it’s sweet that Andrew is so gone on this kid.

Take The Trade

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 2,836

Warning: THIS IS VERY SINFUL OH DEAR LORD

Part 2 
Part 3 
Part 4 (finale)

A/N: big fuckin thanks to the girls for encouraging me to finish this and being super supportive. i’ve been working on this for the longest time and it’s finally here, so enjoy mother fuckers x x

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Originally posted by gabalecki




I throw the phone onto the couch, groaning in annoyance and stomping my feet like a child as I wander to the kitchen, huffing once more to catch Dylan’s attention. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his back still turned to me as he assorted popcorn and candy into different plastic tubs.

My shoulders slouch and I climb onto the island, crossing my legs and pulling an unsatisfied face. “Everyone’s busy, they can’t make it.” I grumble under my breath with furrowed eyebrows. Friday night was game night, everyone came over to my place to eat junk food, play stupid board games and get completely wasted. But, everyone decided they’d be busy this week, which couldn’t have been any more inconvenient.

“What do you mean everyone?” Dylan asks over his shoulder, grabbing the tubs with one hand each and carrying them into the living room. I groan at his actions, sliding off the countertop and following him through the arch as he places the bowls on either side of the Monopoly board that sprawled out over the coffee table.

I follow him back into the kitchen and watch as he raides through my fridge. “Well, Holl’s babysitting, Crystal and Ty are on a date, Cody is meeting some girl he’s been texting, and Shelley’s at that spa weekend with Arden.” I inform him, waiting for his response.

Dylan pulls two crates of beers from the fridge, closing it with his foot and walking back over to the couch, placing the crates of beer by his feet. “What about Sprayberry?” My eyes widen at his suggestion. “Do you not remember the last time we invited him?” I yelp, pointing toward the dark patch on the white wall that had been filled in after Sprayberry smashed his head through it.

He purses his lips to hide his smile and watches me plop onto the couch beside him. “Looks like it’s just you and I then.” Dylan shrugs, breaking into the case of beer, pulling two out and handing me one. I gaze up at him, taking the beer and smiling widely. “You’re gonna stay?” I ask hopefully, my smile only growing when he shrugs his shoulders and places his beer beside the boardgame.

“You can’t play monopoly alone.” I smile at him again, crawling off the couch and around the coffee table so we both sat opposed to each other. “You’re going down.” I tease, grabbing the dice from the centre and shaking them in my hands. “Game on, baby.”


“This is bullshit!” I giggle loudly, throwing a fifty in the middle. “Your fault you landed on Go to Jail.” Dyl laughs, rolling the die and taking his own turn. I grumbled childishly, watching as he moves his metal player around the board and landing on one of my hotel’s, typical. He grins at me, clearly amused that he didn’t have to pay as I was in jail. I glare at him, waiting for him to take his turn again.

We’ve been playing this for two hours, and currently I had the better properties, whilst Dyl had all the money. Empty bottles and random candies were spilled around us, the room slightly spinning which only entices a giggle from my swollen lips. I look through my sets, all of the yellows and greens, but only one blue. Mayfair was nothing without Park Lane, and I was determined to get that godforsaken card from him.

“Dyl come on, I know you love me. Just gimme Park Lane!” I smile seductively, or at least attempted to. He laughs at my statement, fingers scratching against the short stubble that coated his jaw adoringly. The flattering sight causes an ache between my legs and I shift uncomfortably.

With my bottom lip trapped between my teeth, my thighs rub together roughly, my face contorting in discomfort and I try to ease the throbbing between my legs. My eyes remain glued to his lips and the dark hairs that invade his pale skin. In the midst of my staring, his wet tongue peeks between his lips, and just at the simple action I find myself sputtering a cough so disguise my strangled whimper.

Dylan giggles to himself, unaware of the gaze I held on him and he finally looks up from the board, Mayfair in his hand and a grin on his face. “I’ll trade you Park Lane for a blowjob.” Laughter howls from my lips, and my chest shakes from the frantic laughter of his sudden outburst.

However, whilst I laughed at his comment, the wanting need and desire between my legs only grew at his words, and rubbing my thighs together would not be the way to ease the situation I was almost drowning in. “I’m getting us some more beers.” I giggle, standing from the beanbag I had been slumped upon and wobbling into the kitchen.

My body stumbles into the door of the refrigerator and I laugh quietly at my clumsiness. With my hands pressed against the cool metal, I slowly press myself off the fridge, however my back presses against a hard chest, trapping me in place.

My breathing hitches in my throat at the feeling of warm breath fanning over my shoulder. My eyes flutter closed as a hand wraps around my hair that falls over my chest and pulls it behind my back. Soft lips press against the newly exposed skin and my knees almost give way, until a muscular arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer into their solid chest.

“So, what do you say about that deal?” Dylan’s groggy voice speaks, his lips hovering against my neck. I giggle at his comment, rolling my eyes playfully even though he wouldn’t see. “I think you made a great offer, but it’s something I’ll need to think about.” I tease breathlessly, my eyes fluttering closed once again.

Dylan’s warm tongue flattens against my skin and slowly runs along my neck, my body immediately reacting to the feeling and my ass presses into his crotch, a groan escaping his lips and I smirk to myself. “Come on baby, take the trade.” His grip on my waist only tightens and I find myself like putty in his hands. I spin in my tight position, my arms flung around his neck whilst his keep a firm grip on my waist.

I tangle my fingers into his dark hair and press my lips against his hungrily. Tongues dance messily whilst our lips move in perfect unison and I moan at the sudden feeling of Dylan’s hands massaging my ass. Without wanting, he hoists me into the air, my legs wrapping around his waist as I grind my soaking heat against his lower abdomen.

Dylan carries us out of the kitchen and into the living room, carefully maneuvering around the scattered beer bottles and plopping onto the couch. My legs straddled either side of his body as my fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Dylan noticed my struggle and hesitantly breaks the kiss, tearing his shirt from his body and throwing it across the room.

My eyes stare adoringly at his toned torso, my panties soaking at the sight of the dark hair that gradually disappeared into his jeans and I find myself growing more and more excited by the second.

I press my lips against his, and slowly climb off his lap. My kisses follow my movements, lips pressing against lower areas of skin the further down my body slides, until I’m situated on the ground, between his open legs. I continue to kiss his torso until my lips come into contact with the rough material of his tight jeans, my chin grazing against his growing erection until I move my face away.

A low grunt escapes Dylan’s parted lips and I fiddle with the buckle of his belt, pulling it apart and slowly unbuttoning his jeans. My eyes flicker to his as I watch him through my lashes. His chest heaved heavily and the sound of his erratic pants echoed through the room as he witnessed my every move with every ounce of attention he could muster.

I smirk to myself, wiggling my ass a little which immediately catches his attention. Taking this to my advantage, I tear my shirt from my body; the cool air pelting against my bare chest and goosebumps begin their invasion. Dylan doesn’t notice my lack of attire until I fully unzip his pants, shoving my hand into his boxers and grasping firmly onto his erection.

He chokes back a moan at my sudden forwardness, whilst my eyes widen at the view before me. With a wicked giggle, I lick my lips in anticipation and prop myself up onto my knees. I lean forward slowly, Dyl’s eyes training on my breasts until I pull his big cock toward them, slotting it between the valley of my breasts.

“Oh, my..” His voice breaks when I press my tits together, creating a tighter grip on his cock. Slowly, I move myself up and down, precum spilling onto my skin and working as a form of lubricant as I continue to tease him. Dylan’s hand finds it’s way to the back of my head; his fingers tangling into my hair and pressing my face closer toward his crotch.

I take the hint, releasing my grasp and sinking back to the ground. I wrap a hand around his length, my other holding onto his thigh for support as I teasingly swirl my tongue over his oozing tip. “Baby come on, no teasing.” He whimpers, and the sound alone is enough to make me cum on the spot. I graciously oblige his wishes and wrap my wet lips around his cock, slowly sinking down until he hit the back of my throat.

My throat tightens around him as my nose buried itself in the dark patch of hair, which provokes a strangled moan from him. “Fuck baby, just like that.” He seethes and I hum in response, hollowing my cheeks around him and sliding back up his length. I suck gently on his tip, swirling my warm tongue over his slit and revelling in the filthy moans he gave me.

“Fuck this.” Dylan growls, viciously pulling me away from him by my hair. His lips smash into mine, and he grunts at the taste of himself on my lips. He stands from the couch, hands holding my wrists above my head as he backs me into a wall, my naked chest pressed against his whilst his cock sat squashed against our stomachs.

I moan at the feeling, knees falling weak when Dylan’s lips roamed over the sensitive skin of my neck. My arms remain above my head, one of his hands holding them in place whilst the other tugs down his jeans and boxers. My hips buck into his in excitement and anticipation, the alcohol that once ran through my blood turned to lust and desire, and it felt like I couldn’t get enough.

“Dyl,” I whine impatiently, gaining his attention once more. His dark eyes meet mine, his gaze trailing up to my trapped hands until they stop, a smirk forming upon his swollen lips, and my stomach churns nervously.

“Baby… what are you smirking at?” I question seriously, my heart stammering beneath my ribcage and I was sure my bones would shatter at any moment, given how hard it was throbbing. Before he pushes his jeans all the way down his legs, he holds onto the buckle of his belt, pulling it through the waist of his jeans and tugging it toward my wrists.

My heart drops when I realise what he was doing. My eyes follow the belt until I noticed the small chain hanging from the ceiling from where an old boxing bag had once hung and I mentally scold and thank myself for never getting around to take it down. “Dylan,” I whimper, clenching my fists as he tightly wraps the belt around my wrists, the clanking of metal indicating he had successfully attached it to the chain.

His hand slowly fall down my sides, gently squeezing my ass before he sets a soft kiss upon my forehead. He takes a step back, kicking his boxers off and toeing off his shoes and socks. My eyes widen at the sight of his naked body before me, and I shiver as he smirks at my vulnerable state. “Aren’t you a good little girl, huh? Standing there waiting patiently for me?” He taunts and my panties overflow with arousal at those simplistic words.

“Please, Dylan.” I gulp, rubbing my thighs together in attempt to ease the growing ache between my legs. He notices my struggle and slowly crouches down to his knees, spreading my legs apart and tearing the leggings off my legs. He grins up at me, setting himself between my legs and resting a thigh on each shoulder. His hot breath fans against my clothed core and I shiver at the feeling.

“I can see how wet you are baby.” He chuckles darkly, which only sparks another flame within me, causing me to thrust my hips closer to him. He carefully pulls my panties to the side before blowing cool air against my soaked slit. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I whimper, my head falling back when he runs his warm tongue between my folds, collecting my arousal until his lips latch onto my clit.

My wrists tug at the restraint, my body convulsing at the pleasure Dylan coursed through my body. “Fuck, Dylan oh God, just like that!” I cry out, my hips pressing further into his face as he grips onto my thighs for support. His lips and tongue continue their relentless assault, leaving me no mercy as I lose control completely. Dylan hums against my clit, my body twitching at the feeling and my lower abdomen shakes until I finally release with a filthy whine and a string of profanities that sound from my lips.

“God baby, you taste so good.” Dylan sighs with satisfaction, slowly easing my legs back to the ground and my body falls limp. He wraps his arms around my waist, his face inches from mine and I notice my arousal glistening around his lips as it drips down his chin. He wipes it away with the back of his hand before pressing his wet lips against mine and I whimper at the taste of myself on him.

“Fuck me, Dylan.” I whisper into his mouth, my tongue soon following as he returns the gesture. Our lips mesh perfectly whilst his hands find the backs of my thighs again, and he hoists me from the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist and he lines himself at my entrance, slowly pushing through my folds. We both hiss in pleasure whilst he continues to thrust into me, halting suddenly to allow me to adjust to his generous size.

I take a deep breath, pulling out of the kiss and resting my forehead against his before I nod slightly. “Move.” I whisper. He willingly obliges and slowly pulls out before thrusting back into me at a slow pace. He continues his movements for a few more moments until I begin to grow frustrated. “Faster.” I buck my hips against his and he soon copies, thrusting into me at a faster and harder pace.

The chains above my head rattle and clank with every thrust and I moan at the feeling of him filling me up. His tip hits places I never even knew I had, the more his cock buried inside me. “God, you’re so tight.” He grunts in my ear, hands roaming to my ass and smacking his hand against the now, sore skin. I gasp at the feeling, whining filthily with every strike he made, his thrusts becoming faster and harder until I snapped, my vision blurring and I found my arousal, my walls clenching around him.

“Fuck Y/N, oh my fuck!” Dylan cries, quickly pulling out and pumping himself a few times until hot spurts of cum splatter onto my lower stomach. He slowly lets my legs down to the ground again and I fall completely limp. “Holy shit.” He pants, and my vision slowly becomes apparent again. “Dyl,” I breathe, my eyes barely open as I swallow thickly.

Dylan carefully unties my hands, throwing his belt to the ground and catching my body as I almost stammer to the ground. He carries me close to his chest, turning the light out as I snuggle my face into his neck tiredly. “We need to talk Dyl,” I begin as he lays us both on the ground. “We can talk in the morning baby, I have a few things I need to confess.” He tells me, pulling a blanket from the couch and over our bodies.

“Goodnight my love.” Dylan’s soft voice speaks. He presses his lips against mine softly before pulling me into his chest. But that’s the problem… I was leaving tomorrow morning, for good. 

Nickname: ???
Is a combo of Error Sans @loverofpiggies and Undernovela Sans @pig-demon

Age:18
Roommate: Wandered off, Just….exsists in the omega timeline somewhere.
Closest friends:???
Hobbies: Dancing, Drama?
Likes:???
Dislikes:???

This combo doesn’t even have a nickname yet and is not fleshed out whatsoever. I was asked to make this design by a friend who liked the ship between Error and Undernovela Sans. And I have to admit I have no idea what to do with him. The only thing I’ve gotten figured out is that he likes to dance. So my plan was just to have him dancing in the background occasionally. And he speaks Spanish so none of the other combos know what his deal is. Not even Cadet…..hmm now that I think about that. Cadet would hate that he knows nothing about this guy and be like YOU! Tell me your secrets!?….ok that’s too funny to me. I’m going to make this canon. XD

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My part of an art trade with @bippwirter who wanted beast wirt & bipper, sorry it took so long

YouTube Channels You Can Watch Other Than JonTron

Nitro Rad (Canadian video game commentator who is precious)

SomeCallMeJohnny (actual laid back dude talks about video games. I know. Shocking. I wanna have coffee and chat with this guy someday.)

Shan Boody (click-baity titles, but actually entertaining sex educator for young adults)

Nerdy and Quirky (Sabrina is delightfully nerdy and I love her jokes)

The ThomCast (I find this guy talking about his comic work kinda inspiring because it makes me keep going)

Innuendo Studio (did a BRILLIANT multi-part video about GamerGate and what we can learn from its garbage. His videos deal with pop culture, psychology, and games)

Caddicarus (You probably know about him and his game reviews already)

Animal Wonders Montana (animal rescue nonprofit organization that shares videos about their animals and how to care for them)

Sexplanations (Sex education!)

The Good Stuff (short-form documentaries about anything from pinball to haunted houses to solar energy)

BoyInABand (British guy who occasionally makes great music, when he’s not talking about whatever he wants to talk about)

Olan Rogers (his stories ALWAYS make me laugh, and make a bad day better)

WheezyWaiter (comedian and EXCELLENT video editor)

Andrew Huang (does lots of music with household objects, and sometimes talks about how he writes music)

100 Days (Watch John Green be terribly out of shape in the gym but get better over time, along with his buddy Chris. Community tab’s where it’s at)

Thomas Sanders (he does more than Vines)

Brows Held High (Thanks to my buddy Sean, for showing me this insightful review channel)

Reblog with your own channel recommendations!

An incomplete list of ideas I’ve had for Whitestone during the time jump that I haven’t written in the last two weeks and won’t write before Thursday.

- Vex is weirded out by the voluntary separation from her brother, their first ever in their lives. She and Trinket disappear into the woods for a few days while she gets her balance back. 

- Tary sticks around Whitestone because Percy is helping him build Doty 2.0. They get overly involved in the whole process, and it compounds Vex’s feelings of weirdness and loneliness. This is how she ends up bonding with Cassandra.

- Vex finds out that Cassandra has never in her life traveled outside of Whitestone. She sends a message to Vax and Keyleth, and tells Percy “I’m taking your sister to Zephyra, you’re in charge for a few days, bye!” And Cassandra gets a few days to just be a young woman without any responsibility with the Ashari. 

- (Percy is utter shit at being in charge. He gains a bit of perspective on what his sister has been dealing with, and promises to come out of his workshop more often. No, really, he means it this time.)

- Percy actually does keep his word, and helps more with the day-to-day running of the city, but he also keeps himself occupied by helping plan/build Vex’s new house. 

- While Tary is there, the three of them (occasionally with Cassandra, Jarret, and/or Kynan in tow) frequent the town tavern quite often, where Vex and Percy regale the other two with the ridiculous and completely true tales of Vox Machina. Everyone else in the tavern eventually stops pretending they’re not listening, and the stories of Lord Percival and Lady Vex’ahlia and their friends become legendary in Whitestone, passed from person to person, with a lot of accusations of people making shit up because really, a SPHINX? 

- During one of their visits, Percy asks Keyleth to cast Speak With Animals for him. Because while he has no intention of asking Vax for anything resembling permission, he rather wants to know what Trinket would think about him marrying Vex. He has to laugh when Trinket is just confused that they’re not permanently mated already. “You belong to her, just like me,” Trinket says, and Percy really can’t argue with that.

The fact that it looked very much like BOTH Magnus and Alec were prepared to lose just to make the other happy, hurts my heart.

Magnus knows how hard it’s been for Alec as of late (what with almost dying, and the whole deal with the demon hijacking his body to commit a murder) and I feel like he was purposely holding back on his abilities —which I’m not surprised that he has, of course, because he’s over 400 years old; he’s had plenty opportunity to get super good at this game— because he just wanted to see Alec smile again.

(I believe he would have continued to the end of the game feigning to be a poor pool player, if he hadn’t noticed that Alec had noticed Magnus being less than his sassy self about it — and whats the point in them both pretending to suck? lol.)

As for Alec, he may not have known that he was being played, but it was clearly obvious to him that Magnus wasn’t really having too much fun with the game (which I understand, because if you’re really good at something and you have to hold back, I imagine that might be difficult and make things slightly less enjoyable), and Alec was all ready to lose in messing up his shot just so he could see that sparkle come back to Magnus’ eyes.

It’s because of this that I want to scream into a pillow right now. These two are so adorable together, and they are going to fall so helplessly in love with one another, and it’s already being, and I don’t think I can handle it guys. I’m going to fall apart.

The Friendly Wager (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,613

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, complete and utter denial, social drinking

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

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One Piece ワンピース [Thriller Bark Saga] : Shichibukai Bartholomew “Tyrant” Kuma vs Roronoa “Pirate Hunter” Zoro 

“Just stay back, all of you!! He challenged ME didn’t you hear?! I’ve accepted the challenge I don’t need help. So don’t humiliate me by butting in! When disaster looms, you’ve got to step up or shove off. Making excuses isn’t going to change anything. If I die here…then I wasn’t worth much to begin with!!”

This is my favorite moment in One Piece. When Kuma came to annihilate all witnesses to Gecko Moria’s defeat and challenged Zoro, the hype! Just the fact that they just defeated a Shichibukai and it took all they had and then another one shows up and Zoro stands his ground even though he’s clearly outclassed was like, “wow, what a badass”. But of course, what sealed the deal for me was when Zoro threw down his swords and offered his head, the head of the future “Worlds Greatest Swordsman”, in exchange for Luffy & his crewmates’ lives and then took in all of Luffy’s battle damage. Magnifique. Truly, Oda molded the perfect right hand for the future Pirate King!

♪ : Mozart - Lacrimosa