when i am on top of this rock

angst is lit and all but one of my favorite things is domestic future fics! give me 27 year old lance being captured bc he had a space cold and wasnt at the top of his game and is all chained and just sighs like “jesus fucking CHRIST am i gonna get roasted when they come rescue me who eve gets captured anymore smh keith is gonna kill me i dont want his passive aggressive post capture cuddles” 

or when they find a new place to go to and it’s a rocky planet and shiros like “oh man we better keep hunk back we don’t want his rock kink to come out :/” shiro’s a SAVAGE even at 35

they visit their families and have a bigass dinner and their fams are like :/? i do not understand?? bc they have their own ‘been together in space figting aliens for 10 years’ language

they still ROAST keith for I CRADLED YOU IN MY ARMS!!! klance are cuddling and it’s 6 am and it’s space mall day and they have a few more hours before it’s time to leave and they’re chillin and lanc just whispers “we’re having a bonding moment! im cradling you in my ArMs!” and keith punches him ://

also coran being really weird? but still sweet and as a lil 18 year old baby lance confesses he feels like a 7th wheel and coran is :/? wat that Mean?? and when lance explains coran builds a vehicle that needs 7 wheels exactly and pidge helped bc she didnt fucking know and coran is so PROUD when e presents it… that 9 years later they still use it for going around in the castle and lance is :’) when he sees it (and keith gets rly sappy with him)

matt stays with them (sam goes home) bc he wants to be there for shiro and pidge and they’re so cute together and allura liked shir but seeing him with matt made her really happy (she has a princess gf or something) and lance and matt compete over who’s a cuter couple (it’s a tie bc shiro and matt play dirty but keith is so sappy but also doesn’t know that there’s a competition)

I drove a lot yesterday, and as I was fiddling with the car radio, I caught Whole Lotta Love not once, but twice, on two different stations. Listening to it two times in a row, stuck in a traffic jam, I was hit once again with a critical question:

what the heck were casual viewers supposed to think when they saw Dean Winchester giving Cas a god forsaken Led Zeppelin mixtape?

No, really. If anyone of you have any ideas - hit me up. Because I spent over 11 minutes locked in that car listening to Robert Plant telling me he wants to be my backdoor man and I cannot find a platonic, dudebro explanation for this.

“Here, have this mixtape, bro, the lead singer’s ecstatic moans are my favorite part”

“I really like it when he sings about giving ya every inch of his love, dude”

“You know the one about squeezing my lemon? Pretty neat, huh?”

Trampled Under Foot is a great song about hardships of being a mechanic. Very manly. I like listening to it with my best bud and think about car problems”

“Hey, pal, how about all that candy metaphors in Candy Store Rock? ‘I got my spoon inside your jar’ is a real classic, let’s talk about that over a friendly beer or five”


The English Wikipedia page for cock rock links to only three artists as prominent examples of the genre, and guess, just try and guess who they are, and I am tired when will the mixtape let me live

I love foreign bands that write English lyrics, because they come up with such unique lines, and I really value that in music. For example:

Amaranthe (Swedish):
“We spin the world like a pinball machine”
“I’m like a satellite transmitting different eras”
“I hide, empower our remedy”

Dead by April (Swedish):
“Promise me to think of us, still bright, still colorful”

Volbeat (Danish):
“Feel the fire where she walks”
“Don’t look in her eyes, you might fall and find the love of your life”
“I sold my soul way down in the dirt, but I stole it back and forever in debt”
“Are the angels on their way? I’m in the dirt”

Oomph! (German):
“The me inside your second skin”
“Don’t you know the surgeon’s cut is like the fountain of youth?”

Scorpions (German):
“We eat the night, we drink the time”
“Here I am, rock you like a hurricane”
“If we’d go again all the way from the start”

H.I.M. (Finnish):
“Rip out the wings of a butterfly for your soul, my love”

Nightwish (Finnish):
“Taking us home where dust once was a man”
“You believe but what you see?”

Delain (Dutch):
“Underneath my tongue it hides”
“An error in my genesis”

One OK Rock (Japanese):
“It’s a mighty long fall when you thought love was the top”
“Shut down the sirens in our heads”

And then. AND THEN. There is System of a Down. And NOTHING even comes CLOSE to this shit:

“The kombucha mushroom people sitting around all day”
“When you lose small mind you free your life”
“We’re the cruel regulators smoking cigaro cigaro cigar”
“Sweet Danny and Lisa they take me away from”
Sweet berries ready for two, ghosts are no different than you"
“Fighting crime with a partner, Lois Lane, Jimmy Carter, why?”

And, of course,

  • If you know me at all you know I love 70s Marauders headcanons but I would LOVE to see more 80s Marauders AUs??? 
  • Like, no one dies and they’re all happy as clams raising Harry in the age of possibly the worst best fashion and Bon Jovi and Indiana Jones movies???
  • Give me James and Lily in their sock feet in the kitchen at 3 am because Harry can’t sleep and the only way they can get him to stop crying is to have a dance party to Footloose
  • Give me Sirius going through a hair band phase pLEASE
  • Also Sirius flying through the sky on his motorbike singing “We Built This City” at the top of his lungs (I am WEAK)
  • I want to see Lily leaving Harry with the Longbottoms to play with Neville for a night while she and the Marauders and Marlene and the whole gang goes to see Guns n’ Roses
  • How about James MELTING when he sees both Lily and Harry getting ready for bed and wearing his oversized band tshirts as pajamas???? SOUNDS NICE TO ME!!!!!
  • The Marauders serenading Remus every month with Total Eclipse of the *Moon* and they think it’s the funniest fucking thing ever
  • Give me Sirius teaching Harry how to make the rock out hand sign
  • CAn yOu imAGiNe???? the trend of wizards carrying their wands in fanny packs and wearing 80s workout gear out in public??? because they think that’s what Muggles wear day-to-day???? I sure can!!!
  • Remus watching The Wonder Years and Growing Pains religiously!!!
  • James and Sirius convincing Peter that neon yellow parachute pants actually look good on him and that yes he should totally wear them on his first date with the cute Muggle girl he met at the record store?? definitely would have happened.
  • Give me basically what would be an 80s Marauders sitcom 
  • And basically their theme song is Heaven Is A Place on Earth (I’m crying and it is 12:30 am please send help)
  • Basically we got cheated out of some quality content right there wtf JKR 

Tree frog set up, 2017

The three southern leaf green tree frogs (L. nudidigita) are currently housed in a 90x40x60cm fish tank which I have fitted with a hinged mesh lid (to allow penetration of the UV light). The frogs are supplied with branches for climbing and a pile of rocks for hiding and where they can find cool spots. There is no heating (I have a small water heater for winter if needed), as they are a heat-sensitive species which need to be kept below 23 degrees celsius. The water is filtered, and the tank is home to 6 white cloud mountain minnows (non-native) which are lovely to watch during the day when the frogs are quieter.

For this set up, I was inspired by the first place I saw this species in the wild, which was a slow-flowing wide stream amongst tall, white ti-tree trunks and some kind of dense, climbing lomandra-like plant. Some java moss was put in to grow at the base of the rocks and there’s some hanging moss I am experimentally trying from the top of the diagonal branch. A fresh wattle branch is added weekly for cover on the left side. Some sedges and water grass are also growing, with a different species of water grass recently planted before these pictures were taken. Some water snails are working to keep any algae down.


Bat Family on Things My Family has said

Jason: you know, I was listening to this thing last night. They were talking about these bullets made of salt that you can shoot from a gun to kill flies, and that they won’t wreck the walls.

Tim: *raises a brow* Jason, no, just no. That was a dream.

Jason: but how cool would that be though?

Tim: it was a dream Jason, a dream.


Jason: I hate those kinds of SUV’s *points off to the vehicle in the Wayne Enterprises parking lot*

Dick: Alfred used to drive that exact same model, you loved it, all the space and the cup holders and the ultra recline seats

Jason: *sighs* fine, I hate the person who drives it

Dick: what, did they look at you wrong?

Jason: no! They backed out without looking!

Dick: did they almost hit you then?

Jason: it was the sheer ignorance of not shoulder checking that got me


Bruce: *calls Dick*

[Dick picks up]

Bruce: look at this mother fucker, who the fuck does he think he is!

Dick: hi, um Bruce?

Bruce: hello? I said hi

Dick: okay, and I did too

Bruce: oh

Bruce: I need you to pick Damian up from school, I’m sure he’s loosing his shit cause he hasn’t showered from after football practice and he’s got this event to go to

Dick: what? I thought you were picking him up

Bruce: yah, well, I’m stuck in traffic. Get off your ass now and pick your brother up

Dick: geez I’m off my ass

Bruce: get up and go!!

Dick: I AM!!


Jason: why can’t this work! *slams lap top shut and throws arms in the air*

Tim: what’s not working?

Jason: my email, it’s not connecting with my laptop!

Tim: well, what did you expect when you got hotmail?


*kids tasked to pick loose rocks from the Wayne manor yard*

Damian: hold the bucket Dick, I’m gonna do a swish!

Dick: *lifts bucket to catch rock* I believe in you Damian!

Bruce: *from the porch with a coffee in hand and eye bags the colour of tar* STOP MAKING WORK A GAME!!! PICKING ROCKS BUILDS CHARACTER, FUN DOES NOT!!

Damian: fun sucker!

Bruce: or you can pick all the rocks up by yourself

To Build A Home - Chapter 17

Previous Chapter

WARNINGS: Child abuse, alcohol mention. 

Also on Ao3 here

Patton woke up first the next day. The early morning news playing on the television told him it was just past seven. He turned off the television, stretching out his body with a yawn, and then looked over at the other two.

“Awww,” he cooed quietly to himself.

Virgil and Logan were still sound asleep, snuggled close together, Logan’s arms were wrapped around Virgil’s middle protectively.

Patton snatched his phone from the bedside table, unlocked it and opened up the camera. Focusing the camera on his boys, he snapped a couple of quick photos.



Oops. Forgot to turn the flash off.

Virgil rubbed his eyes, Logan let him go, rolling over with a groan.

“Sorry! You guys just looked so adorable,” Patton said and then he jumped up, shaking Virgil. “It’s Christmas!” He announced. “Get up! Get up! It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas!”

“Five more minutes,” Virgil mumbled.

Logan grunted in agreement, burying his face further into his pillow.

“If you’re not up when I get back, I will spray you with water!” Patton declared before darting out of the room.

“He will, you know,” Logan muttered to Virgil, “he tipped a whole bucket of water over me our first Christmas because I refused to get up.”

Virgil blinked at Logan. “I don’t get it. You two are total opposites,” he said. “How does it work?”

One was so serious, the other so playful, Virgil just didn’t understand.

“It just does,” Logan shrugged. “Patton has been there for me more than anybody else. I owe him everything. I never even really knew what love meant until we started dating. He’s got the biggest heart of anyone I have ever met, and yes, sometimes he can be a little frustrating but then again so can I. I can’t really explain how or why we work well together, we just do.”

“That’s fair,” Virgil said, sitting up. “We should go before he comes back. I don’t feel like getting sprayed today.”

“And they say I’m the smart one,” Logan said.

“Merry Christmas!” Ethan said cheerfully as Logan and Virgil entered the kitchen together. Ethan was wearing a Santa hat and a bright red apron that read, “we whisk you a Merry Christmas.” He was also dishing up piles of pancakes that Virgil saw were cut out in the shapes of reindeers and candy canes.

“Merry Christmas,” Logan replied. “Those look delicious.”

And, just like all Ethan’s food, they were. The family all sat around the tree in the living-room, eating their breakfast happily, and Virgil felt an unknown warmth in him, he had never had a proper Christmas before.

“Where are my Ho Ho Ho’s at?” a voice called from the entrance hall. Megan was barely visible as she walked in, the top of her head only just noticeable behind an entire armload of gifts. “Does Megan deliver the goods? You bet she does!” she commented, dumping the presents under the tree. “Hiya, Mr and Mrs. S!” She added to Patton’s parents.

“Hello Megan, how wonderful to see you again, dear,” Harmony beamed.

“Glad you’re here, Megs,” Patton said and then glanced at Logan. “Shall we go?”

“Go?” Virgil frowned as Logan nodded. “Where are you going?”

“Just out for a bit, kiddo,” Patton assured him. “We won’t be long.”


“Ah, come on,” Megan said, “you can chill with me for a while, kid. Besides, Logan totally needs to test run his new car.”

“My new what?” Logan yelped at Patton who grinned.

“Merry Christmas!” Patton said.

Logan rushed over to the window where a shiny new car sat in the driveway, a big red bow wrapped around it. “Patton, you didn’t- You couldn’t- Why did you- How-” Logan stammered and Patton laughed.

“I helped choose the colour!” Virgil piped up excitedly.

“Well, thank you.. I mean….” Logan trailed off, he was speechless.

“What are you waiting for?” Megan said, shoving them both towards the door. “Go on! Out! And drive carefully, alright? Precious cargo and all.”

“Shhhhh,” Patton hissed. “Don’t say anything to Virgil.”

“I meant you not the-”


“Okay,” Megan laughed. “Get going!”

She waved them off and turned back to Virgil who frowned. “Where are they going?” He questioned as Harmony started collecting the plates.

“Don’t worry, they’re just going to grab something,” she sat down next to Virgil. “So… How have you been? I heard you made a break for freedom last night.”

“Oh… Yeah.. I just.. I don’t know,” Virgil blushed.

“Logan’s folks get to you, huh?” Megan smiled gently. “Don’t give them a second thought. They wouldn’t know their ass from their elbow.”

“Megan, will you please watch your language around Virgil?” Harmony tutted.

“What? He doesn’t mind,” Megan said as Virgil giggled. “Anyway kid, you ever need a break, you’re welcome to come to my place. It’s just me and the dog so there’s plenty of room.”

“Thanks,” Virgil said. “How is Cosmo by the way?”

“Chewing up all my underwear and having the greatest time with it,” Megan sighed. “I’m going to visit my sister this afternoon and he’s coming along, I have no idea how he’s going to take such a long drive.”

“You’ve got a sister?” Virgil enquired.

“A twin sister,” Megan corrected. “Her name is Tegan, real imaginative of my parents, right?”


“Exactly,” Megan snorted. “I see a couple of gifts from you under this tree. If you don’t mind me asking, where’d you get the money? Did you rob a bank? I won’t tell anyone, I could just use a few tips.”

“No,” Virgil said, and shook his head. “I’ve been saving up my allowance money.”

The three adults stared at him. “You didn’t have to do that,” Ethan said.

“I wanted to,” Virgil replied. “I don’t need anything, so I thought I’d buy your presents with it.”

Harmony smiled proudly at him. “Such a good boy,” she said.

“Yeah, he’s not too bad, I suppose,” Megan teased.

Virgil didn’t know how to respond to their compliments so he stayed quiet, listening to the radio which was softly playing Christmas carols. He was relieved when Logan and Patton returned, and stood up to go and greet them but Megan grabbed him around the stomach.

“Hold up there, Houdini,” she said. “Put two and two together. It’s Christmas Day and they didn’t take you out with them. Don’t you think they might have something for you out there?”

Oh. He hadn’t even considered that.

Megan let go of Virgil and he sat back down, waiting (im)patiently for them to come inside.

They both looked rather pleased with themselves, their cheeks were pink from the cold but they were smiling, and Patton rubbed his hands together. “Who’s ready for presents?”

“I am. Gift me, Sanders!” Megan declared.

The next half an hour was an array of “thank you’s”, “I love it!” and a heck of a lot of wrapping paper.

Megan had laughed herself silly at the necklace Virgil had gotten her which was engraved “World’s Okayest Aunt,” and she clasped it around her neck immediately.

For Ethan, Virgil had gotten him a mug (“my cooking is so good that even the smoke alarm cheers!) and a recipe book for making holiday treats (“hint, hint,Grandpa,” said Megan).

Virgil gave Harmony a pretty pink scarf, Logan a jigsaw puzzle of the periodic table of elements, and for Patton, he had gotten him the Winnie-the-Pooh collection book. Patton hugged him and didn’t let go for five minutes.

Ethan and Harmony had gotten Virgil a book of poetry and some CD’s of a few bands they said he might like, (he couldn’t disagree, Fall Out Boy sounded pretty interesting to him) while Megan had given him an iPod and a GIANT teddy bear.

“That’s taller than I am!” Virgil said in shock, staring up at it. It didn’t take long before Patton was lying on top of it.  

When everyone had announced they had finished handing out presents, Virgil noticed there were still a few under the tree, and Patton smiled at him. “Those are for you, kiddo,” he said. “They’re from Lo and I.”

“Oh… You didn’t have to,” he said nervously. He didn’t like the way everybody was watching him.

“That doesn’t mean we didn’t want to,” Logan said.

Good point.

“Okay,” Virgil sat down in front of the tree, and reached for the nearest present. Patton was rocking back and forth in his excitement, and Virgil didn’t miss Ethan and Megan sneaking out of the room.

What were they up to?

He slowly undid the wrapping and frowned in confusion at the medium sized food bowl. “Uh, thank you,” he said to Patton and Logan, both seemed like they were struggling not to laugh.

“You’re welcome, kiddo! Next one!”

The next one was a small round pet bed, followed by a feather on a stick toy, a litter box, a couple tins of cat food… What was going on?

Because surely… No… Patton was allergic… There was no way.

“You know that I’m not a cat, right?” He said and then went white. “Not that I don’t appreciate it! I mean, you didn’t have to buy me anything at all!”

“We know, Virgil,” Logan chuckled.

Only one more gift was left to open… This one was very thin and he took it out carefully. It was a sheet of paper, he read it to himself.

                                             Certificate of Adoption

                                                 This certifies that

                                                  [Virgil Sanders]

                                              Has officially adopted

                                                  [Name of pet]

                       And has welcomed this animal into his/her forever home

The date and Patton’s signature were scribbled on the bottom of the paper, and Virgil felt his mouth go dry as Ethan and Megan carried a crate into the room, placing it beside him.


This was not happening.

“Open the box, kiddo!” Patton said eagerly.

Virgil’s hands were shaky as he reached out and very very tentatively lifted the lid (which had multiple wide air holes) off the crate.

There was no way.

Surely not.


No absolute way.

It wasn’t happening.

It couldn’t be.

It was.

For as soon as Virgil removed the top, something leapt out and landed on his chest. The adults laughed as Virgil gave a shriek of (slight terror) and sheer delight.

Virgil had never believed in love at first sight, if you had asked him earlier he would have said that there was no such thing, but that was before he met her.

Silky smooth black fur, two curious eyes; one a shimmering ocean blue, the other a sparkling emerald green, and a royal purple collar around her neck with a tiny bell attached.

She. Was. Gorgeous.

There was only one tiny problem that could spoil his excitement. “You’re allergic!” He cried at Patton as the kitten jumped off him and started to explore her surroundings.

“It’s okay, Virgil. She’s a Chantilly-Tiffany,” Logan said. “They’re a hypoallergenic breed.”

“They’re hypo what now?” Megan

“Hypoallergenic,” Logan clarified. “It means that they are less likely to cause an allergic reaction in people, because they usually do not have the same proteins that are commonly found in other animals, which- whoa!”

Both Logan and Patton were startled when Virgil knocked them to the floor in an extremely tight embrace. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He cried. “Thank you! Thank you! She’s amazing! I love her! I’ll take really good care of her, I promise! Thank you!”

Everyone laughed at the Virgil who was babbling so much that they could barely make sense of him.

“You’re welcome, bud,” Patton said, rubbing Virgil’s back. “You deserve her.”

“Well, it was an absolute pleasure to meet you, Virgil,” Harmony said, giving him a hug.

“You too, Grandma,” Virgil smiled as Ethan patted his shoulder.

“You’ll have to come and stay at our place one day! We’ll make some of those snacks in the book,” he said.

“That sounds fun,” Virgil replied.

It was getting late. They had a big day of food and fun, but Megan had left a few hours before, and now Patton’s parents were ready to go back home, too.

“You boys take care of each other,” Harmony said to Logan and Patton, “and yourselves. You can’t help anybody else if you’re hurting, too,” she said firmly to her son.

“I know,” Patton smiled. “Thanks for everything, Mom.”

“You need anything, son, you call us,” Ethan told Logan who nodded.

“Thank you.”

Virgil was almost sad to see them go. They had been really lovely people to him, the best grandparents he could have asked for. Patton must have picked up on how Virgil was feeling because he ruffled his hair. “How about a movie before bed?”

“Sounds good,” Virgil replied and ran upstairs to put on his Eeyore onesie.

What a perfect end to a perfect Christmas this would be.

“You know, I have never quite understood this movie,” Logan said from where he was cuddled up with Patton on the couch. “Is it a Christmas movie or a Halloween movie?”

“That’s the joy of The Nightmare Before Christmas, Lo,” Patton said happily. “It can be both!”

“Yes, but during which holiday are you supposed to watch it?”

“Either,” Patton said. “It’s all in the title.”

Virgil sniggered at Logan’s grumpy face. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, alternating between playing with his kitten, and watching the movie. He was enjoying it a lot so far.

“You know,” he said absentmindedly, “my friend Roman’s dogs name is Jack.”

Logan and Patton shared a look. “Are we ever going to meet this friend of yours, kiddo?” Patton asked.

Virgil shrugged. Maybe one day. A peaceful silence fell between them again, and Virgil smiled as the black kitten chased after the feather he held out. He had never had his very own pet before.

Would he be a good owner? He hoped so! He loved her already. He would always protect her! If anyone hurt her, they would regret it!

She was so cute. She needed a name, though, what would Virgil call her?

There was so many choices. Patton had suggested a few but names like “sweetums” and “the most adorable creature in the world” just didn’t work very well.

Logan, who was leaving it up to Virgil to name her, had simply taken to calling her “Cat” but that was irritating, too.

He had to think of something and fast!

Jewel? Hm….

Rosie? Maybe?

Meower? You’re kidding me, right?

Virgil exhaled and turned his attention back to the television. This was hard! The name had to be just right, it had to suit her, she would have it for life, after all, and-

“SALLY!” Virgil screamed as the character appeared on the screen.

Logan jumped so high he fell off the couch, Patton yelped, and the kitten darted under an armchair, scared of all the noise.

“Yes, Virgil,” Logan grumbled as he got to his feet. “The character is named Sally. Well done.”

“Did you have to shout, kiddo?”

“No. Sorry. It’s just…” he gestured to the armchair. “Sally!”

Now that was a perfect name.

“You want to call her Sally?” Logan enquired.

“Yeah! Sally Sanders has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” Virgil grinned.

“Yeah, I do,” Patton said.

“I like it,” Logan nodded.

Good. Virgil was sure that Roman would, too.

“Dad,” Virgil said as Patton tucked him into bed. “You can turn my nightlight off.”

Patton pulled back to study Virgil’s scared, but determined, face. “Are you sure, bud?”

“Yeah,” Virgil said firmly. “I’ve got Sally to protect me now.”

Despite having her own bed, the kitten was curled up at Virgil’s side, snoring lightly.

“Well, if that’s what you want, kiddo,” Patton said. “You know where we are if you need us.”

Virgil smiled. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Virgil,” Patton said, flicking off the lamp as he left the room.

Virgil rested his head on his pillow, trying not to overthink everything. There is nothing to fear, Virgil, he told himself as he drifted off to sleep, everything is fine.

Virgil sat by the window, watching the other kids in the neighbourhood riding their brand new bikes, playing with their dolls and trucks, shrieking with laughter.

What he wouldn’t give to be out there with them.

“Dad? How come I have to stay inside?”

“Because only good kids get to go out and play,” his father growled, “and are you a good kid?”

Of course not. “No,” Virgil said.

“That’s right. Now grab me a beer,” his father ordered.

Virgil did as he was instructed, taking a beer from the fridge and bringing it over to his father. “But I did do some good things this year, and it is Christmas,” he said softly. “Don’t I even get one gift?”

He knew straight away that that was the wrong thing to say. His father’s expression darkened, and he raised his hand. “You have a roof over your head, boy! You have clothes on your back! Is that not good enough for you?!”

“No- I mean yes! Yes, it is!” Virgil said timidly.

“You want to know what your gift is?” His father sneered. “You’re still alive. That’s your gift. Don’t make me take it back.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Damn right you are,” his father said, and just because he felt like it, he slapped Virgil across the face.

Virgil stumbled back, his bottom lip trembled but he swallowed his fear, his father hated “cry babies” more than anything.

“Sorry, sir.”

“Now piss off,” his father said. “I don’t want to see your stupid, ugly face any longer.”

Virgil nodded and went back over to the window, allowing a few tears to slid down his cheeks. He barely noticed the pain of the abuse anymore, but how he wished he could just have one good Christmas.

One good day like the kids he saw outside.

Virgil’s eyes sprung open, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.

Another night, another nightmare.

Wait. The room was dark? Why was it dark? Oh god. What was happening?!

Something moved beside him and Virgil only just managed to suppress his scream

What was that?!

It was going to kill him! Whatever it was, it was going to destroy him! It was… it was…


It took Virgil a moment to remember but when he did, he nearly laughed.

How could he have forgotten her?

His protector. His best friend.

Virgil reached out through the darkness, finding Sally and placing his hand on her back, timing his breathing with her.





Virgil was safe. He was safe. He was safe.





You are safe.

“Thanks, Sally,” Virgil whispered.

He gave her a small pat then he rolled over and finally went to sleep, a large smile on his face.

What a great day it had been.

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1. I should’ve bought more flowers for you, now I buy flowers even if today isn’t Valentine’s Day or a day with a specific meaning, in a way, every petal is imbued with an apology and every time someone leans in to smell it they can feel the parts of me that you’ve forgiven far long before I could

2. I didn’t start to feel better until I started to take better care of myself, a constant whisper of you saying “i was just worried about you”

3. You can’t let someone be your only source of happiness because once they’re gone, you’re all alone again and there’s nothing worse than starting all the way back over with yourself: square one of a broken heart multiplied by the intensity of she’s not coming back, let her go

4. Music will never betray me

5. Poetry is thinking that you’ve got it figured out and a metaphor is just your way of saying I don’t

6. Art rules the world and I am a masterpiece in progress; how can I love myself like how you did if I can’t see that little bit?

7. Lust isn’t conducive for growth, it’s like an addict trying to get his fix– some day, he’s going to break and not even the drug can help him

8. I buy myself nice things, but I can’t fill this emptiness inside of my heart– I guess some nights, I just miss being next to you

9. I still can’t get used to sleeping alone

10. Sometimes I wish I would’ve picked up your phone calls during the first few months, I broke my promise and you know something? I regret it

11. I threw away our love letters and memories two months ago, I cried the whole time– yeah, still a fool for you, but baby, we’ve changed so much, I’m happy with my unhappy

12. You once told me to go on many adventures without you, did you account for my depression? You know, I don’t blame you for any of this. In reality it was always an us thing, a too young thing, a stupid, mad love thing– as always, I still love you, I just don’t know what love is anymore

13. They were right, soulmates touch you and they change you forever– the moment a colorful paint filled brush hits the water and the figments of colors flow into the cup, you left my soul with so many seasons, I’m still raking up the leaves from last fall

14. The last time I saw you we shouldn’t have had sex, I think that night really broke you– I think that night really broke me too

15. I should’ve laid my head onto your chest and counted your heartbeats more often, I’m sorry

16. Sometimes when I talk to people and tell them random facts that you’ve filled my head up, I swear I can hear your voice echo in the back of my head– “baby, check this out, you’re gonna love it”

17. I always do

18. I still remember your favorite Harry Potter line

19. After all of this time? …Always.

20. I smoke cigarettes to think about how to think less, the fucking irony

21. I take painkillers and my excuse is that my right hand still hurts, in truth, I’m just another addict that believes if I take another maybe my heart might just start to sound like it belongs to me

22. I didn’t cut myself because I wanted to die, I cut myself open because I wanted to feel how often I made your heart break, each scar on my shoulders is a time when I’ve made you cry

23. And each night that I can’t sleep, I stay up wishing that you’re doing okay

24. I don’t pray often, but when I do, I always prayed for your mom, although she hated me, I’m so glad that she put you on this earth to allow us to meet– I have changed so much since I’ve met you

25. The crazy part? You still change me everyday

26. You know the renaissance era? Falling in love with you was like that

27. My favorite photo of us were those two kids eating a banana split at the New Orleans mall, I miss those two innocent kids, oh, how we’ve changed

28. We are destined to have this eternal flame kind of distance– the brighter I burn, the more you’ll read, the only thing that keeps me writing some days is knowing that somewhere, somehow you’re always reading, no matter who you’re with or if you’re laughing or crying or smiling

29. My number one fan was always you first

30. I’ve made so many bad decisions, you were never one of them

31. I’ve written so many bad poems, you were in every single one

32. I’ve written some pretty great ones too tho…!
You were also in those

33. I miss cleaning your eyes for you

34. I have met some amazing people because of what happened to us

35. I can’t get you by Fallbrooke the acoustic version is no longer on the internet, the funny part? The very last day that it was on the web, I downloaded it right before they removed it. It’s still my favorite song of all time, our song

36. Hold your tears by Clazziquai too

37. Sometimes when I get off from work, I sit in the car and cry, some tears don’t have meaning, they just need to come out

38. I claim to write poetry, but I feel like they’re just love letters sent to no one in particular

39. It’s not that I’m not over you, I’m just trying to get used to not needed you

40. It’s not that it hurts to the point where I can’t breathe, I’m just trying to light my own path to self-love and healing

41. The fact that your favorite color is orange, it makes the fruit taste some type of way

42. Sometimes I want to call you, but I don’t

42. Sometimes I want to text you and I do

43. Sometimes I want you to answer, I’m glad you don’t

43. Sometimes I just want to say fuck it all and call, I’m glad that I don’t

44. You stopped writing when we first met, in some way, the girl that waits by the shore has left a million pens near my desk and to this day– I wait by the shore too, just in case inspiration hits, right?

45. Our little codes of love finally decoded enough for me to not be blinded by you

46. We were both messed up people, I think we knew that about each other and maybe that’s why I always know when you’re not feeling okay

47. I still don’t have love figured out, but damn I’ll open every fucking door in my heart even if I have to go down the sewer to find every key

48. Someone says that she’s falling for me, I’m legit afraid to hurt people now– like it’s a real fear, I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore

49. I should’ve given you the stars, but instead I left your heart scattered across the universe

50. It’s been almost two year and I’m still writing about you, but at least it’s less often, right?

51. You’ve always been kinda self-centered, I think you enjoy it when I write about you. Like if I write about you in some way, maybe I’m still yours

52. We were just too damn young to realize how destructive passion, love, romance, stagnation, betrayal and pain is when mixed together

53. Sometimes I go to the places that we used to go just to create new memories without you

54. Sometimes it works

55. Most of the time, it just flicks me off

56. My brain is constantly telling me that I’m a fuck up and the more I try to get it right, the more I keep getting it wrong

57. I am trying to master the art of letting go

58. And this list is a step towards better things

59. And this life is going to be alright

60. Without you, I am still me

61. Without you, I can still breathe

62. Without you, I am still alive

63. Without you, I am still poetry

64. I can barely remember your face, I guess being around a lot of different people at work helps out plenty

65. This world is filled with pain, I hope you look back and smile about us some day

66. Maybe when you’re old and grey– you’ll remember those two young kids who slow danced in the dark

67. If we were made from the same star, I want to return home some day

68. I want to shine bright enough for the two of us

69. You’re still my best friend even if we no longer talk

70. You’ll always be my best friend

71. I still care about you

72. A whole fucking lot

73. The world is full of mysteries, I’m glad that we’re in the known, I’m glad that we’ve met

74. I hope you never regret me, you wanna know why? I could never, ever, ever, ever regret you

75. I don’t know how to open up to people anymore and I’m not sure if it’s my fault or yours– maybe this one time, it’s our fault… are you like this too?

76. I’ve been told that I’m too hard on myself, I firmly believe that one of the reason as to why we split was because I wasn’t hard enough on myself– I got too fucking comfortable with your promises and I took you for granted

77. Life waits for no one

78. I let an ex of mine break my red and black ring– she said that if I was over you, I’d let her break. I let her break it, but jokes on me, it didn’t change a thing about how I still feel about you

79. I keep writing and writing and writing because one of these days– it’ll stop being about you

80. Sometimes it works, but deep down, I know in some way, you’ll always find a way to sneak back out

81. I can’t get you out of my head sometimes

82. It’s even harder because you’re still inside of my heart

83. I saw this cool picture on Tumblr with someone cutting a piece of herself off that resembled two lovers splitting up, that shit looked like it hurt

84. Love hurts because even eating cotton candy ice cream really fast will give you a brain freeze

85. You didn’t like my rat tail idea, I grew one out just to fuck with you. Jokes on me, I love it now.

86. You never really supported the idea of me being anything, tbh, it’s not your fault. None of it is. I should’ve been my own motivation. I guess by supporting you through nursing school, I wanted to hear you say that I could do it even when I was at my lowest point.

87. I realized a few thing about loving you.

88. When you hit rock bottom, few will be loyal enough to stick it out with you

89. Money rules the world, since I’m not wealthy in any way– one day when I am, I can laugh a little about all of this

90. I think you loved our memories more than you loved me, in truth, I did too

91. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to get close to people

92. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to let you go

93. Maybe that’s why you still read

94. We had something raw and experimental, young and dumb, mistakes on top of mistakes

95. It was a perfect compass to point us to our future selves

96. I know a great many things now– although I am depressed, with or without you

97. I am great, I am strong

98. I am my own happy before anyone else’s

99. I can love myself enough to let you go

100. I had to hurt you to really, really grow–
I think to this day, that’s the thing that hurts me the most. That I had to hurt my best friend in this whole wide world, to make you crumble, to make you cry, to make you hate me– I had to do all of that in order to love myself. And it’s sad because here I am, still trying to figure it all out.

With or without you, I will be a better person.
—  100 things I figured out when we broke up
No Strings Attached- Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 12,357

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Both Receiving), Stiles’ large dick, Stiles being a fucking idiot, Clumsy Stiles, Sappy Sex, Sappy moments, just generally really romantic and fluffy sex

Notes: So like, this was for @fillthevoid-stilinski‘s writing challenge and I really hope I didn’t disappoint Em with this because I didn’t wanna do something cliche considering the prompt was “What Happened to the no strings attached concept?” If y’all hate it, I’m sorry :’) I’m really scared of how this came out…

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“Mr. Styles this is Mrs. Thatcher from your daughter’s daycare. How are you doing this afternoon?” You looked over at Harry as he put the call on speaker in the car. You knew by Harry’s face that he wasn’t expecting this call at all.

“Hi Mrs. Thatcher, is everything okay?” You knew by his tone that he was about to panic, and the fact he ignored her question about how he was doing was an obvious sign he was distraught.

“Yes your daughter is perfectly fine!” Her words instantly made Harry relax as he turned down the street your house was on. “But there have been a few incidents we thought you should be aware of.” You gave Harry a shrug when he turned and looked at you as if you knew what she was talking about.

“Uhm what incidents? Her teacher hasn’t told us about anything.” His tone was full of confusion because he was right, Delilah’s teacher hadn’t given the two of you the slightest notion that she had been doing anything wrong in class.

“Well Mr. Styles this is actually why I called you instead of your wife.” He rolled his eyes as you gave him a playful smirk as you reached for your water bottle in the cup holder. “It has to do with one of your songs.” You nearly choked on your water causing it to spill all down your shirt when her words hit your ears while Harry had to hide his laughter as he rolled the car into your driveway. You rolled your eyes as he wiggled his eyebrows at you when he saw water drip down your shirt and onto your shorts.

“One of my songs?” He asked as he put the car in park and looked around for some napkins to help you dry yourself off.

“Yes, she has been going around saying lyrics from one of your songs to her classmates.” The woman’s voice brought his focus back to the conversation instead of him digging in the glovebox for napkins. Harry snapped his head towards the entertainment center where he could see the name of the his daughter’s school on the screen.

“What song?” He looked at you with a confused look as you just gave him a shrug. You tried to remember what song off his album was her favorite at the moment and how that could in anyway get her in trouble. Harry gave you a weird look as your eyes went wide with the realization of the song she was probably going around singing.

“It’s called Kiwi?” It came out more like a question as if Mrs. Thatcher wasn’t sure if that really was the songs title or not. You had to cover your mouth with you hand as you tried to fight back the laugh. Harry’s cheeks went red as he pictured his five year old daughter running around screaming the lyrics to one of his more racy songs around a classroom full of little kids. “She keeps telling her classmates that they are going home to a cactus?” Harry had to hold back his laughter.

“Ah uhm yeah, that’s a line from the song.” His voice was apologetic and you just reached over and gave his thigh a pat.

“Also she’s been screaming the phrase it’s none of my business, she’s just showing a lot of aggression and we are a bit concerned where all this is coming from.” You gave Harry’s thigh a squeeze as you watched his ears turn red from embarrassment. He was twisting his hands together something that you knew he only did when he was nervous.

“Well it’s a bit of a rock n roll type song so she is just saying it in the tone that I sing it in. I am terribly sorry she is repeating lyrics from that song.” He gave you a small smile as he rubbed the top of your hand that was on his leg. “Her mother and I will have a talk with her when she gets home from school today.” He added and you gave him an approving nod.

“Thank you for your time Mr. Styles, I am sure this is just a phase. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon.” With that Harry said a quick goodbye before ending the call. He turned his body so he was facing you and that’s when you finally let out all the laughter you were holding inside while he was on the phone.

“What are we gonna do with that daughter of ours?” He asked between fits of laughter, you just leaned over and gave his cheek a quick peck.

A few hours later you were entering the house with your five year old slowly walking behind you with her head hanging low. You had told her on the drive home that you were going to talk with her before dinner and she instantly started apologizing for things she thought were the reason you needed to have a talk with her.

“Hi my little love.” Harry’s voice was soft and sweet as you helped Delilah take off her backpack and hang it by the front door. She instantly perked up as she heard his voice coming from the kitchen. “Come help me with dinner yeah?” His head popped out from the doorway of the kitchen and he gave you a wink as Delilah took off towards him.

“Have a good day at school?” You asked her as you made your way into the kitchen to see what the two of them were up too. You smiled as you saw Harry standing in front of the stove while Delilah was standing beside him on her step stool handing him potatoes to drop into the boiling water.

“It was okay, my teacher gave me a star for using my manners at lunch time!” Her tiny voice was full of pride as she turned her head and gave you a big smile. Harry turned and looked at you giving you a small pout and you just gave him a stern look so he would get on with the conversation the two of you knew you had to have with her.

“That’s so good petal!” Harry’s voice was sweet and she looked up at him giving him a smile that caused her dimple to show. He leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of her head that was covered in soft brown curls.

“Well speaking of teachers we got a call from your school today.” You watched Delilah’s hands stop moving as you spoke, you leaned onto the counter and snatched a carrot off the cutting board in front of you. “Didn’t we Harry?” You added and Harry just nodded and you tossed the carrot at the back of his head causing him to flinch and Delilah to laugh. He snapped his head in your direction and you motioned to your daughter with your hands while mouthing “get on with it” causing him to just roll his eyes at you before going back to his pot on the stove.

“Mum isn’t bein very nice today.” You heard him mumble causing your daughter’s laughter to fill the kitchen. “But listen my little love,” his voice was firm but still had a sweetness to it. She turned her head so she was giving him her full attention. “You can’t go around saying lyrics to my songs at school anymore.” She gave him a confused look at she folded her arms across her chest.

“Why?” Harry gave you a look as if he was asking for help and you just rolled your eyes as you walked around the island and bent down so you could be eye level with Delilah.

“Because love, the lyrics to daddy’s songs aren’t suitable for school. People might think you’re being a bit rude when you say them.” You watched her turn to face you and her little green eyes were squinted as if she was in deep thought.

“But daddy says them,” she pointed towards Harry, “and people don’t think he’s rude.” Harry gave you a smug look causing you to playfully roll your eyes.

“Daddy’s job is to sing those songs on stage at concerts lovey, not in a classroom full of little kids. You see the difference?” She just shrugged at you and you looked at Harry silently pleading for him to jump in and help you.

“Just no more saying them at school okay my little love.” She just looked at Harry and gave him a smile and a nod. “Thank you, now go wash up for dinner.” She gave you a smile as you stood up straight and helped her off her stool. Harry laughed as she skipped out of the kitchen and down the hall.

“Well we handled that well!” You just laughed as Harry wrapped his arm around your waist giving it a squeeze. He gave your cheek a quick kiss before going back to making dinner.

You loved that your daughter went around singing her dad’s songs and you really didn’t mind that she sang them at school, but you knew you and Harry had to nip it in the bud now before the school got really upset with it. The way you and Harry handled situations like these is something that often made the two of you laugh later that night when you discussed it while getting ready for bed. He never liked being the one who had to tell her she can’t do something so that normally left you with the job but tonight you were happy with how he handled it. You loved that he could get his point across while still being his soft sweet self and that was just one of the things you loved about him.

Made For Me

Alright, well this is just pure self indulgence. This deals with issues of self confidence and especially weight issues so please don’t read this if that’s triggering for you. I’ve been very honest here and tried to write from the heart and it was very cathartic for me to get this out, I hope it does some justice to you if you read this and also struggle with feeling confident about your body. Okay all the love, thx 

It was shattering, a moment teetering on an edge you thought you’d gotten safely away from years ago. It was just a photo, a stupid paparazzi shot that were a dime a dozen over the past year with Harry. But it cut you like a knife seeing it now. You looked so much bigger than him, your mind unkindly conjuring imagery of whales and pigs and massive round balloons when you saw the juxtaposition of your bodies.

Being thicker most of your life you’d learned how to take flattering photos, you knew your angles and the clothes that made you feel good in your skin. But this candid photo didn’t allow for those graces. This was real and raw and you’re nearly choking on your tears as you take it in with complete horror.

With your luck being as it is, Harry chooses that exact moment to waltz into the room, coming up behind you on the couch and making it a necessity for you to swallow back your tears.

You didn’t like to share this insecurity with him, fearful that if you voiced it out loud he’d finally see it and be disgusted with your body. Over the years, you’d grown to love and care for your body, moving past the level of self hate you’d practiced in your teens. Most of the time you liked what you saw when you looked in the mirror, loved it even. But lifelong scars never truly heal and it wasn’t easy to share those fears with your boyfriend whose body was built and sculpted to perfection.

“Whatcha looking at, love?” he questioned you, leaning over your shoulder and hooking his chin there to sneak a peek at your tablet.

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wanna one as types of people during the holidays
  • yoon jisung: the christmas lunatic who started decorating for christmas in september
  • ha sungwoon: the one rich relative who flaunts his new louis vuitton purse and gucci fit at holiday parties every goddamn year to remind you that you're a failure at life
  • hwang minhyun: the nutcracker who firmly believes that christmas should be celebrated in december and only in december and tries to fight the christmas lunatic
  • ong seongwoo: the one who splashes his entire lifesavings on gifts... for himself
  • kim jaehwan: the one who sings "all i want for christmas is you" 24/7 at the top of his lungs once the date hits 12 am on december 1
  • kang daniel: the chill one who doesn’t care about the holidays and gift giving bc he’s balling and everyday is christmas for him
  • park jihoon: the one who's just ready to get out of school/work and watch netflix for the 2 weeks straight
  • park woojin: the grinch who looks like he suffers from crippling depression 24/7 and wants to crawl under the nearest rock and die when he sees christmas decorations
  • bae jinyoung: the forgetful one who cheaps out on everyone’s gifts last minute bc he totally forgot to buy them,, catch him at the discount section in walmart
  • lee daehwi: the stressed shopper who hates everything about holiday shopping and fights children on black friday to get that $100 tv from walmart
  • lai guanlin: the cute bby who still low-key believes in santa :’)
Bucky the Jerk, part 3.0

hey peeps


lke seriously how what why, i wanna scream. 

I bring you the first part of chapter 3, my sweet lilypads

here it is

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky is being a dick to you, and you can’t understand why is he the only one from Avengers who doesn’t like you.

Chapter summary and warnings: A bit more of Bucky being a dick. and also *le gasp* some plot!

A week passed, and you hardly even saw him, which filled your heart with joy and something like anticipation - every moment you expected him to come into the room and sneer at you.

You almost felt disappointed every time it wasn’t him, and you told yourself that it was your fear of being ridiculed again.

You had a couple of missions, nothing too serious, and you were brilliant in them - your powers grew, you were learning to use them. You didn’t have an opportunity to test out the few simple moves you mastered so far from Steve’s straining, but that was rather a good thing.

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BTS Reaction: Finding out you’re a contemporary/ballet dancer [request]

We are so sorry this reaction took so long. Both Admin Satellite and I have been really busy this past week. We both worked hard on this reaction and really hope you like it.

Sorry for any errors.

Jin/Kim Seokjin:

Jin had paid for tickets to go see a ballet show with his mother. It was something you had recommended it to him saying it was a really good show. He was happy for the recommendation, but was thrown off by the fact that you weren’t going to be tagging along. When you said you already saw the show with a friend, he shrugged the idea away. “More time for you and your mother.” he remembered you saying when you said you wouldn’t go.

So he did as you said, and now he was sitting in the audience in the third row right next to his mom. The play was an reinterpretation of The Ugly Duckling and according to all the chit chat he was overhearing, the dancers were “extraordinary” and “beyond talented”. 

His expectations were high, but nothing could prepare him for the shock he felt when he saw you of all people on stage as one of the ducklings.You had never told him you could dance. 

He could only stare at you in awe as you moved gracefully over the stage. He only snapped out of it when his mom nudges his arm. 

“Isn’t that Y/N?” she asked as his eyes were still glued on you.

“I… yeah” he mumbled as he sat in a trance.

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Suga/Min Yoongi: 

Suga had been in the studio all day, working on the new album. As usual you had left after three hours, bored of just seeing him press random keys at the piano and looping things on the computer. 

You left the studio without a word, letting him work in peace. He didn’t panic at your absence, he knew you were going to go down to the practice studio with the others and joke around like you all usually do when you get together.

Next came a part of the song that involved someone else’s voice. This voice in particular being Jungkook’s. He loved that maknae, he really did, but he hated that fact that the boy wouldn’t;t answer his phone. The only way to get him to the studio was to walk to the practice room and drag him back to record vocals. But it was when he saw you spin on your toes and elegantly jump over the floor, that the forgot the whole reason he went to the practice room.

“Like this Kookie” were the words that left your mouth and snapped Suga back to reality.

“Ya, Kookie I need your help in the studio” he called out and both you and Jungkook turned to him, unaware that he was even in the room.

“Hyung did you see what she just did?!? Isn’t Y/N (Noona) amazing?” Jungkook said in amazement as he gathered his things.

“Yeah, I saw…” he said as he turned back to you. “It’s cool and all that you can stand on your toes, but can you spit fire like me?” Was what automatically came out along with a cocky smirk. But in reality, he was quite mesmerized by it. And since that day he’d secretly walk past the studio just to see you dance.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Rap monster:

It had been a long day of practice for him.They had new choreo today and he just wasn’t picking it up as fast as the others. “Your hands have to be more flowy!” “Can’t you be more graceful with it?” “Just pick your leg up a bit higher” “Be like air, not a rock” were the comments that were repeating themselves in his head.

He came to your apartment, it was his night to finally meet up with you and sleep over. He remembered that pin number to your door and let himself in. Right when he opened the door, your body fell on top of him and he caught you before you went face first into the tile. “Baby, are you okay?!?”

You jumped up without a scratched and gave him a peck. “Thanks, baby!” you smiled. “I am fine, i just tripped. Thanks for catching me!”

He looked down at you and that’s when he took notice of his surroundings. There was loud instrumental music playing, you were in black tights and ballet shoes, and your living room furniture was pushed out of the way so you had room to dance. “W-were you dancing?”

“Yeah, i was doing ballet.” you said 

“Since when do you dance ballet?”

“I have for a while! I took it up again when i recently joined a local school here. We have our first recital in 2 months.” 

“What?!? Why didn’t you ever tell me?!?” 

You only shrugged at him. “I don’t know, i just felt like you practice so much you don’t want to talk about it more that you have to, I like talking to you about music more than dance anyway.”

“Ok later, we are going to talk about your dancing history, but right now I want you to show me what you’ve been practicing!” he smiled. 

It was after your little performance that he clapped at you with a smile. “Y/n, you are honestly amazing! You really need to show me to be as graceful as you! Boy, if Hoseok or Jimin could see you do that, they would be so jealous!” he laughed.

Originally posted by chimcheroo

JHope/Hobi/Jung Hoseok:

You were used to tagging along with Hoseok to underground dance battles all the time. Usually there were only hip hop competitions, hence you’d never felt like participating. You mostly ever went to cheer Hoseok on.

But what was different this time, was that today, it was a freestyle competition. And since you had you fair share of contemporary dance, you had the urge to compete in a battle for the first time.

As they announced the winner to the earlier battle they asked for the next competitors. You hand was the first one in the air. Hoseok immediately looked at you in confusion. 

“Your gonna dance? Since when do you dance? You only know what I taught you.” 

“Of course I know how to dance!” you smiled as you walked to the center of the circle.

As the music started, you got into the beat and dance however the music moved you. You were mostly doing your contemporary style, blending it with the hip hop moves you picked up from observing others. Hoseok was in a trance as you danced about. He only snapped out of it when they announced your win and he then broke out in a fit of shouts and shrieks. 

He had the biggest and brightest smile as he ran up to you. “Babe! Why didn’t you tell me you could do all that?!?” he exclaimed as he hugged you. “Oh my- Y/n you gotta teach me to do that! Babe, we can do a tag team!”

Originally posted by jjeonguk


You and your boyfriend sat on the couch as you watched the two little girls run around the room in their tutus. 

“Thanks for baby sitting with me… these girls can be a handful sometimes.” you added in a whisper.

“No problem, you know I love kids! Besides how can I say no to spending some more time with you.” he said with that box smile of his.

You were about to lean in for a kiss when the oldest of the two girls ran up to you.

“Y/n! y/n! Did we show you our tutus?” 

“Yes, you did Mina!” you smiled, “What ballet school are you two going to?” you asked them.

“Mrs. Kim’s school of ballet!” the youngest, Jisoo, cheered.

“Really? Did you guys know I went to that school too?!” 

“You did?!?” they both asked. “You did?” V copied leaning forward to pay more attention to you.

“Yeah, for ____ years!” 

“Do you still know how to dance?!? Can you show us?!?” Mina asked.

“Of course!” you jumped up from the couch and made your way to the center of the living room.

V sat back with as smile as he watched you teach the girls. But it looked like so much fun, he just had to join you all. “Y/n, wait I want to learn too!” 

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


Today was the day Jimin was going to meet up with an old dance buddy of his. He hadn’t seen this friend in years, but heard that he just opened a dance studio in Seoul. Well, not “just opened”, the school was about two years old now, but this was the first time Jimin actually had a chance to drop by and catch up with his friend.

“Here it is!” he cheered to himself as he walked into the room. He went up to the desk, asking the secretary if the owner was avaiable, lucky for him the class was on a break and soon his best friend was walking up to him. “Jimiiiiiin!”

“Chulsoo!” he smiled as they greeted each other with a hug. “How have you been?!? Its been way too long since we’ve hung out!”

“RIght?!? But I’ve been great.What about you Mr. Big shot idol?” Chulsoo laughed. 

“Great also, I finally have a decent break as you can tell.”

“Well that’s fame for you!” Chulsoo said with a chuckle. “Why don’t I show you around the place? After I can introduce you to my advanced class! They never believe me when I say I am friend’s with an idol.”

The tour around the place wasn’t long and soon Jimin was lead into one of the many dance rooms. “This is my advanced ballet class!” Chulsoo beamed as his students immediately swarmed around the two of them. “Oh my! He wasn’t lying!” You are Jimin! Jimin from BTS!” “Wow you are real!” were the comments he was hearing in the many voices. 

“Okay guys, why don’t  we show Jimin what we’ve been working on?” Chulsoo said in his louder teaching voice. Immediately they dispersed in their placed and that  was when he spotted you. For a moment he thought he was crazy, that he was just seeing things, but no it really was you. It was you, his girlfriend, standing in the front of the class, the only one not overwhelmed with excitement over his presence. 

“This girl! Why didn’t she ever tell me?!” was his first thought.

The music began and you all began dancing. The entire time Jimin’s eyes never moved away from you. His mouth was always open in shock and amazement as you fluttered all over. 

When the dance was over, he resisted the urge to run over and hug you, trying to keep your secret relationship a secret. He also resisted the urge to bombard you with questions over the fact that you never told him you could dance However, for the most part, “Damn, she is so amazing, more amazing of a human being than i already thought!” was the only thinking going through his mind.

Originally posted by celinet7


You were all together at the BTS dorm in celebration of Jhope’s birthday. It was a fun evening, one full of food and games. Currently you were all in the midst of a dance battle, tall people versus short people. The team names were the “giants” versus the “We ain’t that short!. The tall team consisted of Rap monster, V, Jin, and your boyfriend, Jungkook. The short team was made up of you, Suga, Jimin, and Jhope. It wasn’t that Jhope was short… you all just needed an even number of people. 

The last round was between Jhope and Rap monster, so it was obvious who won that round. Up next was you and Jungkook. You both stepped into the middle of the living room. Jungkook bounced in place, relaxing his limbs and over exaggerating his warm up. You on the other hand stood calm, smiling him down. 

‘No offense babe, BUT YOU ARE GOING DOWN!” Jungkook grunted.

“I think you are forgetting something baby,” you said with a smirk.

“Oh yeah? And what is that?”

“I get to choose the dance style!” you said in a devilish grin as you played the song. “This is a contemporary round!” you stated as the music began.

Immediately you got into the groove of the music, letting yourself show your years of dance. Jungkook on the other hand moved around awkwardly trying to figure out what exactly he should be doing. For the most part, it was more shock and awe over your skill that kept him from moving with the music.

Soon the round came to an end and it was an obvious win for “We ain’t that short!”. All the members especially Jungkook were amazed at how you were able to move.

“Baby, that was amazing! But how dare you keep your power a secret! You planned this all along didn’t you, you were just waiting for the right moment to try and beat me at something!”

Originally posted by jkguks

-Admin Boat and Admin Satellite 

Maybe it’s just the music freak in me but I was just thinking about a modern au and the music that the Losers Club would listen to in during their high school years and….

Richie:  -Is here for classic rock and for sure still has a record player that he lugs with him. 

-He loves trips to the thrift stores where he definitely makes all the losers help him sort through the 45′s. 

-Has a thing for old comedy albums. 

-Loves Elvis, Buddy Holly, The Beatles, Little Richard, Bruce Springsteen

-Buddy Holly for sure makes him feel better about wearing his glasses.

-Favorite Beatles album is ‘Help!’

Beverly: -Hardcore fan of Nirvana but also loves classic feminism pop/rock. 

- wishes she was Pat Benatar at times.  

-will sing ‘I am Woman’ at the top of her lungs when it comes on.

- Her favorite song changes every other day but at the moment it is ‘She’s Leaving Home’ by The Beatles. 

- Her favorite Beatle album is ‘Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club’ 

-Her and Richie hardcore love AC/DC

Bill: - Loves the classic southern rock genre and is here for 70′s soft rock.

- Obsessed with The Eagles, Jackson Browne, Bob Dylan and Tom Petty.

-Low key wants to learn to play ‘Let it Be’ on the piano

-Discovers a new song every week and plays it over and over much to the Loser’s club’s annoyance. (This week it’s ‘Amie’ by Pure Prairie League)

-Favorite Beatle’s album is ‘Rubber Soul’ 

Stan: - He is a ball of anxiety that gravitates to slow soothing music.

-BILLY JOEL <3, Elton John, bonds with Bill over Jackson Browne. 

-Sucker for Beatle ballads.

-Favorite Beatle’s album is ‘Let it Be’ 

Eddie: -Loves classic rock and enjoys going to Richie’s house to listen to records.

-Believer in the rule ‘His car means he controls the radio’


-Loser’s tease him about his love for Herman’s Hermits even though they all secretly like them. 


-Favorite Beatle’s album is ‘Abbey Road’ (Lowkey obsessed with George Harrison)

-Surprises everyone (Except Richie) when any Rolling Stone song comes on and he knows every word.)

Ben: -All over the place 

-Lowkey is trying to get Beverly to listen to James Taylor with him. 

-what even is his music taste???

-Probably into Electric Light Orchestra and Supertramp.

-Fvorite Beatle’s album is ‘The White Album’ 

Mike: -Loves classic rock like everyone else basically. 

-’What a Wonderful World’ by Louis Armstrong is his favorite song. 

-He and Richie are big Jimi Hendrix’s fans.

-Lowkey knows every word to ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ by Billy Joel

-Favorite Beatle’s album is also ‘The White Album’ 

The hunt ch.2

Originally posted by lo-uve

All the alphas had broke off to search for the omega. Thorin had went east not following the trails and dismounting his pony to keep quiet. He did not want to scare her and knew he had a better chance of finding her scent if he was lower to the ground. Looking around he saw nothing but the green of the trees and the occasional animal. In one of the old books Balin had brought him he had read that an omega’s heat could last for up to three days. Thinking he stopped and stood completely still behind a tree. Glancing around he saw the small hare hopping along the forest floor. Quietly taking the knife from his boot he aimed and threw the blade into the small creature, killing it. Walking over he quickly gut it and skinned it before packing it away for them to eat later. He knew he would have to feed her during their time out in the forest and knew better than to leave her alone to go hunting with the others around. Tucking his knife back in his boot he moved on. 

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just some domestic ss fluff

they need milk, she tells him when she joins him under the covers. she ignores him when he says that she should go get some then. she had just come home from her shift at the hospital before shimmying out of her pants and doing that thing where she somehow unstraps her bra from under top and yanks it out from the bottom and then flings it across the room. sakura lifts his arm so she can curl up under it and then she presses against his side.

“you’re so soft and comfortable,” she moans into his shirt.

“i’m not soft,” he scoffs, thoroughly offended. “my biceps have biceps. i have abs of steel. i am rock solid.”

sakura snorts. “your abs are okay.”

your abs are okay.”

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Escape pt. 2

Warning: Loki being a protective boyfriend. So much Angst, but fluffy ending. THOR RAGNAROK SPOILERS!

Word Count: 2,215 oops
A/N: thank you so much for all the lovely comment in the first part, you guys are amazing!! Again sorry for my english mistakes! This is the whole thing, feedbacks are really appreciated! I hope you like it! (gif is not mine!) xoxo

It was a cold night. You could hear the pitter-patter of the rain when you entered your apartment. There was something strange in the air, you couldn’t detect it however.
When you passed near the mirror in the hall you stopped and sighed, then you moved your head slightly to the right. You watched that little piece of paper embedded in the frame. You turned towards it. Then you couldn’t stop it: your eyes started to fill with tears.
It’s odd how a simple drawing can make someone suffer so much.
Well, it was not a simple drawing…it was a little portrait of your boyfriend, Loki. You made it a little time ago, in a boring afternoon. “You’re amazing (Y/N), how can you do that?!” Loki was so excited about it, he honestly wanted to take it but you refused “I want to have it with me so I can see you even if you’re not around” you said while you giggled. He only chuckled slightly and wrapped his arms around your waist.
The memory hit you like a truck. Your heart hurt.
When Thor had come to inform you, weeks ago, that he was…dead, you couldn’t believe it: you felt numb, helpless, your world crashed in few seconds. The night is the worst part of the day: you’re alone with yourself and all your thoughts come to consciousness haunting your fragile, desperate, broken heart.
Rivers of tears had streamed down your eyes uncontrollably for days. He was gone. Forever.

Your lips began moving and shaking without your permission. You took that little drawing in your hand, slightly touching it with the other one. An hot tear slowly made his way down your cold cheek. It was painful as hell watching his face but you couldn’t move away your gaze. You left out a sob and put your hand to your mouth try not to cry out loud.
And then a green light shined into your house. You quickly turned behind.
“Hi sweetheart” his mischievous grin was an innocent smile “I missed you so much”
You couldn’t believe your eyes: Loki was now in front of you, safe and sound like the last time you have seen him.
Your hand slowly touched his cheek like he was going to break under too much pressure and fade away.
“You’re here, you’re alive” you whispered between your tears.
“And I’ll never leave you again”. You left out a light chuckle and jumped into his arms hugging him with all your strength. He returned the embrace burying his face in the crook of your neck,. You two stayed there for what seemed hours and then kissed like it was your last time on earth.
As soon as you released the kiss another brightening light emitted into your apartment. It was Thor.
“Thor! What are you doing here?” you questioned rubbing your eyes in order to remove remaining tears.
“Did you tell her what did you do brother?” Thor was dead serious.
“No…this…it’s not so simple!” Loki mumbled.
“What are you talking about?”
Loki turned his face towards you and looked like an innocent child.
“We will have time to talk but not now…come with me.”
“What is the matter?” you were so confused.
Thor and Loki looked into each other’s eyes and in unison said: “We have to find our father”.

This is all you remembered when you woke up in a dirty circular cell. Your body was hacking from top to bottom, your head was pounding. When you realized you weren’t alone you stood up as quickly as you can, panic made his way in your mind. There were other prisoners but… they seemed to be harmless.
“This must be a nightmare” you said to yourself.
“Where are you from?”
You shouted backing off and slamming your back onto the wall.
“Oh I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you!” a creature made of blue rock dressed up as a gladiator waved his hands in front of him.
“Where am i?” you tried to calm down.
“In a cell” you looked at him with an annoyance printed on your face.
“Oh sorry on Sakaar” he laughed “The Grandmaster controls everything here, and we are the entertainment for him and the public. Every day he organize combats in the arena and who is captured is forced to fight.”
“So you are a gladiator” you stood up from the wall and walked toward him slowly.
“Basically” he chuckled “Sorry for scaring you before. I was only curious because in a week I have never seen so many humans! I mean you are very similar to the other one who was here yesterday, but right now he’s probably chilling in his new room with Hulk-”
“Sorry what did you say? Hulk? Hulk Is here? And who is the other human?” It was possible that Loki and Thor were landed there too? And Hulk? How he ended up in Sakaar?
“Oh hey calm down! I will tell you everything. Oh and… I’m Korg” he shaked your hand with a happy smile. You couldn’t hold back a grin.
“(Y/N)” you said softly “But now I need you to tell me who did you meet, they are probably my friends”
“Well, the first one is muscular with long blonde hair, even if he got an haircut, and he told me about his hammer and how he did dirty things with it-”
“Thor!! And there was someone else with him? Any other humans?” you asked hoping that Loki was with him.
“No, he was alone but two weeks ago another human emerged from one of the holes, and now is actually the Grandmaster best friend ” he said.
“Who is he? Did you see him?”
“He is really different from Thor he has dark hair, for what I know he doesn’t have an hammer to play with but he can do strange things, he is like a sorcerer. I heard the Grandmaster calling him Loca? Floki…? No, Loki!”
At the sound of his name you stopped. You lifted your head with wide eyes. Your memory started to return and in a moment everything came back to your mind. A bomb of emotions streamed throw your head in a few seconds. Rage, delusion, fear, panic. You remembered Doctor Strange, what Loki did to you, all the lies he have told you about is fake death and how much anger you have felt, your little trip in Norway in order to find Odin… you remembered Hela… the falling throw the hole in the sky and that woman who brought you there.
“The Bifrost! It’s why I’m here, Hela followed us and we all ended up here!”
“What?” Korg looked at you with a confused gaze.
“I have to find Loki and Thor”
As soon as you finished the sentence, the gates opened and two guards took you by the arms bringing you with them.
“Leave me!” you groaned. You were dragged to a noisy chamber full of people and weapons.
“Choose one of them and be ready” the guards left you.
Many other creatures were standing with a serious look on their face. You tried to keep no attention about them and instead prepare yourself for whatever would have come after. You changed your clothes in a gladiator dress and took a sword from the panel in front of you.
Then you heard a loud whistle, a sort of alarm and the door opened again
“Come on it’s your turn!” the guards shouted at you.
You were scared but there was no way to get out in that moment: you tightened the grip on the sword and made your way to the gates. They slowly lifted with a loud noise, the light hit your eyes and you covered them with your arm. You walked in and you could see the arena: all the people were shouting and screaming “Deimos! Deimos!” like a mantra.
Deimos was a huge, enormous, colossal monster who was looking right into your eyes. You swallowed hard trying to maintain control of your shaking legs, focusing on every movement he made, when an hologram appeared in the centre of the arena.
“Welcome to everybody! For tonight I have prepared a special fight for you all: one of our champion against a human!” the crowd roared “let’s the fight begin!” the hologram turned off and the monster was ready to charge in your direction. You looked the last time over the public and around yourself: this is the end? How could all finish in this way? Your eyes landed on the main staircase, “vip section” maybe, where there were people dressed in very colourful way and- Loki?
Loki was looking in your way:  you have never seen him with so much panic and concern in his eyes. When you saw him all the anger faded away in an instant, your eyes softened and your mouth opened slightly, you would have given everything to be with him and melt into his strong arms.
But there was no time for that.
You focused on your enemy and prayed to every God (literally) to save you from that situation. Deimos started to run and quickly reached your form. You were smaller but faster, so you jumped to your right and backed off. He got angrier and with a jump he was right over you; swinging your sword into his leg you run under him so you could see his back but something quickly grabbed and lifted you from the ground. You couldn’t breathe. The pain was unbearable.

Loki was in full panic mode then. You were at the mercy of death in person. However he couldn’t do anything because it may be looked suspicious, and this was irritating beyond every limit. Seeing you in danger and not be able to come to rescue made his anger rise into his mind, his jaw clenched.
“What is the matter, my dear friend?”
Loki closed his eyes trying to maintain his composure and slowly turned behind.
“Nothing, I wanted a better spot to watch the fight” he forced a smile in the Grandmaster’s direction.
“Oh yes you’re right, it’ll be an interesting match” he stated with a mischievous grin on his lips.
Loki returned his gaze to the battle and froze like a sculpture: you were strangled by the huge hand of the monster. He clenched his fists and slammed them into the glass with full strength.
“NO!!” he shouted not caring about the Grandmaster or whoever.
In that moment the door opened and all the people were knocked out by Thor and Valkyrie.
“Loki come on we have to go, Banner is waiting on the ship” Thor said slamming his fist at a poor fellow.
“(Y/N) is in the arena we have to save her” Loki threw a dagger to a guard next to him.
“(Y/N)? She is here?!”
“I brought her here” Valkyrie simply stated.
“And why on Asgard you didn’t tell me?! You hard-drinking bounty hunter” Thor and Valkyrie were about to kill themselves when Loki intervened.
“We don’t have time for this, come on we have to go”
Loki started to run out the door. He was going to save you at any cost.

You were sure your lungs were about to give out. Deimos was inches from your face, his purple eyes full of ferocity were eating you alive. You managed to swing your sword into his hand as he left you fall down hard on the ground hitting your leg. You left out a painful shout as you grabbed your injury.
That was the end: Deimos took the sword and aimed at you. You closed your eyes. But nothing.
Instead you heard gunshots: the monster was standing still on the ground. Dead.
“Thor and…You?”
“Sorry for bringing you here, but I’m at your side now” Valkyrie said, you could see regret in her look.
You were about to stood up when a soft hand stroked your face.
“Sweetheart are you ok?” Loki was at your side in a moment. He tried not to look panicked but he was. His heartbeat was running  
“I can’t walk, my leg… I think it’s broken” you groaned “But I’m happy to see you right now”
“Everything is going to be ok” he put one arm under your shoulders and the other one under your legs trying not to harm you more and then he lifted you like a feather. You flinched but quickly melted into his arms, you felt so tired…
“Hey stay with me honey”
Banner landed the ship in the arena and everyone went up. The ship lifted from the ground headed to the escape route. Thor and Valkyrie took a sit on the front, while Loki stood in the back with you in his arms. His touch soothed your tired body.
“I’m still mad at you, you know” you punched him lightly with a smile.
“Oh I know it, but I promise I’ll make it up” he said but the grin turned into a sad expression “I thought I was about to lost you in there” his eyes were already filling with tears. You stroked his cheek with a smile and whispered “I’m here…and I’ll never leave you again”
“I won’t too” he took your hand from his cheek and kissed it with passion “I love you”
“I love you too”.


Fandom: Shadowhunters

Word count: 2497

Characters: Raphael x reader, Alec x sister!reader, Robert and Maryse Lightwood

Warnings: a bit angsty, Robert and Maryse thinking they know better than the reader

Summary: Requested by @dontyouwishyouhadlove. The reader goes to the only place she knows is safe after she argues with her parents.

Alec doubled over as you managed to land a solid hit to his gut. You stepped back, grinning, and waited for him to recover his breath.

He was glaring at you once he straightened. “That was underhand, Y/N.”

“No, you’re just sloppy,” you corrected him, unabashed by his accusations. “Come on, Alec, you know we’re supposed to be just as good at hand-to-hand combat as fighting with a weapon.”

“You’re enjoying this,” he muttered.

“Nonsense!” You pressed a hand to your chest. “Why on earth would I enjoy hurting my own twin, Alec? I’m hurt.”

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anonymous asked:

If you're cool with it could you write both anti and Wilford flirting with dark but strangely enough dark has no idea they're flirting with him

I have no idea how this turned out, lol.


Dark sat at the head of the Iplier meeting table. He was sifting through paper, double-checking and making sure that everything was printed correctly. He had plenty of time to reprint just in case there was a mistake. Dark was not the biggest fan of hearing Google huff when there was a typo or incorrect grammar or Bing making strange faces since he wasn’t used to seeing those red lines yet.

“Hey, Darky-baby.” A voice chuckled and Dark didn’t move his eyes as a body sat on the table next to him.

“What do you need, Anti?” Dark asked.

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