who else could do something like this though

Ask Me Stuff 😉
  1. Full name
  2. Zodiac sign
  3. 3 Fears Spiders
  4. 3 things I love
  5. 4 turns ons
  6. 4 turns offs 
  7. My best friend 
  8. Sexual orientation
  9. My best first date
  10. How tall am I
  11. What do I miss

  12. What time were I born

  13. Favourite colour Black

  14. Do I have a crush

  15. Favourite quote

  16. Favourite place

  17. Favourite food

  18. Do I use sarcasm

  19. What am I listening to right now

  20. First thing I notice in new person

  21. Shoe size

  22. Eye colour

  23. Hair colour

  24. Favourite style of clothing

  25. Ever done a prank call?

  26. What colour of underwear I’m wearing now?

  27. Meaning behind my URL

  28. Favourite movie

  29. Favourite song

  30. Favourite band

  31. How I feel right now

  32. Someone I love

  33. My current relationship status

  34. My relationship with my parents

  35. Favourite holiday

  36. Tattoos and piercings?

  37. Tattoos and piercing i want

  38. The reason I joined Tumblr

  39. Do I and my last ex hate each other?

  40. Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

  41. Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

  42. When did I last hold hands?

  43. How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

  44. Have I shaved your legs in the past three days?

  45. Where am I right now?

  46. If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

  47. Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

  48. Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

  49. Am I excited for anything?

  50. Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

  51. How often do I wear a fake smile?

  52. When was the last time I hugged someone?

  53. What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

  54. Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

  55. What is something I disliked about today?

  56. If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

  57. What do I think about most?

  58. What’s my strangest talent?

  59. Do I have any strange phobias?

  60. Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
  61. What was the last lie I told?

  62. Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

  63. Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

  64. Do I believe in magic?
  65. Do I believe in luck?

  66. What’s the weather like right now?

  67. What was the last book I’ve read?

  68. Do I like the smell of gasoline?

  69. Do I have any nicknames?

  70. What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

  71. Do I spend money or save it?

  72. Can I touch my nose with a tongue?

  73. Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?

  74. Favourite animal?

  75. What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

  76. What do I think is Satan’s last name is?

  77. What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

  78. How can you win my heart?

  79. What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

  80. What is my favourite word

  81. My top 5 blogs on tumblr

  82. If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

  83. Do I have any relatives in jail?

  84. I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

  85. What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

  86. What is my current desktop picture?

  87. Had sex?

  88. Bought condoms?

  89. Gotten pregnant?

  90. Failed a class?

  91. Kissed a boy?

  92. Kissed a girl?

  93. Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

  94. Had job?

  95. Left the house without my wallet?

  96. Bullied someone on the internet?

  97. Had sex in public?

  98. Played on a sports team?

  99. Smoked weed?

  100. Did drugs?

  101. Smoked cigarettes?

  102. Drank alcohol?

  103. Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

  104. Been overweight?

  105. Been underweight?

  106. Been to a wedding?

  107. Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

  108. Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

  109. Been outside my home country?

  110. Gotten my heart broken?

  111. Been to a professional sports game?

  112. Broken a bone?

  113. Cut myself?

  114. Been to prom?

  115. Been in airplane?

  116. Fly by helicopter?

  117. What concerts have I been to?

  118. Had a crush on someone of the same sex?

  119. Learned another language?

  120. Wore make up?

  121. Lost my virginity before I was 18?

  122.  Had oral sex?

  123. Dyed my hair?

  124. Voted in a presidential election?

  125. Rode in an ambulance?

  126. Had a surgery?

  127. Met someone famous?

  128. Stalked someone on a social network?

  129. Peed outside?

  130. Been fishing?

  131. Helped with charity?

  132. Been rejected by a crush?

  133. Broken a mirror?

  134. What do I want for birthday?

  135. How many kids do I want and what will be their names?

  136. Was I named after anyone?

  137. Do I like my handwriting?

  138. What was my favourite toy as a child? 
  139. Favourite Tv Show?

  140. Where do I want to live when older?

  141. Play any musical instrument?

  142. One of my scars, how did I get it?

  143. Favourite pizza toping?

  144. Am I afraid of the dark?

  145. Am I afraid of heights?

  146. Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

  147. Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?
  148. What I’m really bad at

  149. What my greatest achievements are

  150. The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me

  151. What I’d do if I won in a lottery

  152. What do I like about myself

  153. My closest Tumblr friend

  154. Something I fantasise about my ex
Stop Saying "Unarmed Black Man"

I know this stopped being relevant to people’s interests about two weeks ago, but it wasn’t until now that I realized this was a problem.

Very frequently, when a cop perforates some innocent black kid and the media decides to actually care, the victim’s family and friends and anybody else who cares will say, “He was a good boy, he wasn’t armed, he was shot in cold blood.” And the cop will always say something like “I thought he had a weapon.” when it was just a wallet or a cell phone or whatever. But this should stop.

I am an armed black male. Pretty much everywhere I go that isn’t a public school, I carry weapons because I do not plan on engaging any assailant in unarmed melee combat. Even though I’m 6'5" and 290 lbs, and could probably beat down anybody who hasn’t actually been trained to fight in some way. But I’m not going to risk that. If someone attacks me, I have the right to end the threat in the most efficient way possible. But since I can’t carry a gun (lol NY), I carry knives.

That is not a crime.

That is not an excuse to shoot me.

My life does not lose value because I took measures to protect it.

When a cop says “I thought he had a knife” or “I thought he had a gun”, yet is absent of injuries while the victim has been shot 22 times, the answer should not immediately be “Well it was just a cell phone” or “If you can’t tell the difference between a wallet and a Glock you should find a different job.”

Not because those responses aren’t true. They are. But the other question should be “Why does a person having a knife give you the right to harrass, assault, and/or kill them?” Because the cop always starts it. No black teen (or anybody, really) with a weapon approaches a cop to chat and then decides to assaults him.

The cop is always the aggressor who decided that they were going to ruin some kid’s day. The cop makes the decision to harass somebody, and then the cop gets panicked enough to kill the person they themselves were harassing. But even when a cop is right, he is wrong.

Because if I got shot at the trains station tomorrow, I wouldn’t be an unarmed black male. 

But I’d still be innocent, and that should be all that matters.

ao3 link

Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.

So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…

“What’s yaoi?”

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Dirkweek Day 1

So, this is for @dirkweek day 1, which is supposed to be canon or earth c. I chose the latter. It was supposed to be a quick comic and as always happens, ended up being much larger than planned, because I’m bad at this. :P
My headcanon of how that particular advert Dave, Jade and Karkat see on tv came about.
(I also could see Dirk following the footsteps of his alternate self a bit with the puppet porn thing, because Dirk is always Dirk. Plus Dave is a photography fan so it could be a way for him to bond. And who else would most want to pin Jake’s ass so predominantly into the world?)

Apologies that I’m not great at character voices, though I did my best! :)
Enjoy guys!

Edit: Okay, so I’ve mentioned before I know pretty much nothing about uploading stuff on tumblr, but this keeps getting blurrified. Tried turning it into a photoset which helped a little, but if anyone knows what I’m doing wrong (other than uploading something way bigger than tumblr likes) and how to fix it, please let me know by… whatever means you do so over tumblr. :x Sorry!

A Bad Day | Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Ficlet

request from impossiblekimpossible:

“Can you do a Jungkook react to when ur having a bad day? Thank you!!”

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

genre: Fluff

wordcount: 4489

synopsis: It has been an absolutely shit day for you. When you return home from work, you and Jungkook start your encounter on the wrong foot, souring your day even further - however, he quickly remedies the tension between both of you through nostalgic means.

author’s note: I hope you don’t mind, I took it upon myself to create a ficlet instead of a react, since you requested for only one member! And I hope you don’t mind the career I’d assumed for the reader. Please enjoy! :)

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so @aceryder​ was one of the recipients of my 100 follower fic giveaway and requested: ryder x liam where the two of them meet at in a bar in london before the arks leave for the milky way and really hit it off together.  ao3 link.

and, well, here’s the story :~)

Summary: Two weeks before the arks leave for Andromeda, Liv Ryder meets a handsome man named Liam at the bar. Too bad they’ll never see each other again.

Near Morning

Olivia will never get used to the feeling of solid ground under her boots. She’s a spacer, through-and-through. Before Mom had taken her final turn for the worst and she and her brother and her dad had all relocated to Earth, she doesn’t recall a time when she’d ever spent more than three months planet-side at a time. Now, it’s going on six, Mom’s dead, and the final preparations for the Andromeda Initiative have been set. Two more weeks, and it’s bye-bye Milky Way, hello, new home

She can’t lie to herself, though. She knows they’re really just running away from something. Might even be the same thing, in the end. 

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Reaction to you forcing them to shop with them

Anonymous Asked:  Can you do a got7 reaction to you forcing them to go shopping with you (you being gf) love your blog

JB: He honestly would have rather spent the time at home but he’s not going to voice his opinion aloud. He might be a little less enthusiastic about going shopping but that’s only because he’d be pushing himself hard at work and while he loves spending time with you he could use some leisure time. He’ll go but he’ll eventually want to go home after a while.

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anonymous asked:

I hope you continue your soulmates au fic!!

Everyone seemed really enthusiastic about this one (including me!) so here’s a little bit more (uh, this is still way angsty and unresolved, sorry?):

[part 1]

“What are you doing here?” is the first thing Jon blurts out.

Sansa crosses her legs and folds her hands in her lap. “I need your help with something,” she repeats, sounding more confident this time. Like she’s practiced.

“My help?” Then he remembers that all the guys are staring at them with naked interest. He looks around wildly, catches Sam’s eye–and knows, from the look of dawning awareness on Sam’s face, that he’s figured out who the station’s mystery guest is.

“Don’t you all have jobs to do?” Sam says loudly, and the guys scatter, pretending to go about their business while throwing furtive looks at himself and Sansa. Jon loves Sam. He’s going to do Sam’s paperwork for a week. He’s going to make sure Sam always gets the blueberry donut he loves from the box from now on.

“Maybe we could speak privately?” Sansa suggests.

“I’ll find you a room,” Sam assures her, and nope, Jon is not going to do any of those nice things for his partner. Maybe he’ll eat the blueberry donut himself, he thinks mulishly.

They settle into an empty interrogation room, bare concrete and steel everywhere, and he can’t help but notice how uncomfortable she is, how she perches on the edge of the hard seat. Before Jon forgets, he puts on his most threatening face, faces the glass, and jabs in the direction of the door. “Unless you want to die painfully later,” he adds, “get the fuck out.”

With nothing else to do, he sits in the chair across from her. He pulls the pen from behind his ear and fiddles with it over the notepad he brought, eyeing the blank lines. Gods, she better be here for police stuff.

“What do you want help with?” he asks.

Sansa shifts. He can’t say he’s sorry about how uncomfortable her chair is. “Do you remember Jeyne Poole, from when we were kids?”

“She’s the one you used to call Arya names with, is that right?”

He hears her sigh and doesn’t look up. “Yes, that’s her.”

“What about her?”

“She’s missing.”

“How long has she been gone?” he asks automatically.

“Longer than forty-eight hours.” Her voice is firm. “Quite a bit longer. Three weeks.”

Awareness dawns. “You’ve already talked to the police about this. This isn’t our jurisdiction, is it?” Of course it wasn’t. Neither Jeyne Poole nor Sansa lived anywhere near here, he realizes. She must have driven up.

She leans forward, trying to catch his eye, but he keeps his gaze resolutely down. “I’ve been trying to see you, Jon. To talk to you about this.” She reaches across the table and touches him lightly on the arm. He jerks away, and tries to cover it by putting his hands in his lap.

“There’s nothing we can do, though,” he says, as calmly as he can. She’s no one to him, just another civilian. “If it’s not in our jurisdiction, we can’t act.”

Sansa’s voice rises. “They won’t do anything! They’re all in the Boltons’ pockets, I know they are, and I know this has something to do with them.”

“Do you have any hard evidence?”

Her silence is all the answer he needs. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you. There’s nothing to do.”

“Jon, please, I know we’re not on the best of terms, but I didn’t know anyone else who could help.” She sounds like she’s on the verge of tears.

“But I can’t.” Taking a deep breath, he walks over to the door and opens it for her. He can tell she’s staring at him for a long moment, though the gesture can’t be any clearer.

She stands up, but doesn’t leave, instead coming close to him. He catches her eye on accident. A mistake. Her eyelashes are wet, and her eyes are accusing. It makes his gut churn.

“Sam will show you out,” he adds, and she shoots him a furious look. He closes the door behind her with a final click–he doesn’t slam it, he’s not a kid anymore–and rests his forehead against it before rejoining the world he’s cultivated for himself, the one that doesn’t have Sansa fucking Stark anywhere in it at all.

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  • Prompt: Photo (below)

He kicks his feet up with is phone in his palms as he watches a video on youtube. He chuckles. Amateurs. The short videos online are filled with overly exaggerated motions and expressions, and Kyungsoo knows he could do better. The short film he’s currently watching was uploaded moments ago by the aspiring actor Baekhyun who is also his rival within their university. He couldn’t stand the guy but always finds himself watching the new releases on Baekhyun’s channel.

He sneers, lips quirking into an expression of disgust. Ugh. This movie makes him feel as though he’s losing brain cells, so he switches to something else. As he does so, the door to his dorm room swings open with a loud bang, and he startles.

“Chanyeol, what the fuck dude?!” He swings his feet onto the ground.

“Yea yea, it’s not like you were doing anything,” Chanyeol strolls further inside and sits on Kyungsoo’s bed.

“It’s common courtesy to knock you ass. Next time, I’m locking my door,”

“Why isn’t it already locked?” Chanyeol asks with an eyebrow raised.

“Because most people around here know how to knock.”

The other chuckles, “I just think you forgot. Your mind is everywhere…How’s the filming coming along? Did you get the part you wanted?”

Kyungsoo’s face turns grave as he thinks back to the day of his audition.

He entered the facility with high hopes and a smile. The preparation needed for such a role took him weeks upon weeks until he felt satisfied with the results. He knew every line, even the parts for the other roles. There was no way he wouldn’t succeed in gaining the part as the lead protagonist of an upcoming film. However, there was competition. Not only did Baekhyun show up with his overly cocky grin, but so did Jongin.

Now Jongin, Kyungsoo would attest, had more talent than the blabber mouth youtuber. But Kyungsoo would never admit that. Jongin sprouted from nowhere and took the film industry by surprise. Kyungsoo surely hadn’t heard of him before, but the young man knew how to work a room. As they entered the interviewing process, he noticed Jongin’s charming smile and easy going nature. Wherever Jongin walked it felt like light followed behind and his steps blossomed flowers underneath his feet. He was a pretty boy with all the right social skills and body language. The women were smitten instantly, and so were a few men, including himself.

Kyungsoo was certain that the role was his, but when Jongin showed, his confidence began to waver. Rightfully so, as Jongin stole his aspiring role.

“No, Chanyeol. I didn’t get it.” Kyungsoo flops back into his chair with a sigh. Chanyeol frowns.

“Hey, you’ll get it the next time…” he thinks for a moment before a smile stretches his cheeks, “I know they’re showing your favorite movie in the university theater. Should we go?” he suggests, and Kyungsoo turns his head slightly. The actor’s eyes examine the ceiling as an amused smile creeps onto his face.

“Alright, fine.” Kyungsoo says as he shakes his head.

While walking out of his dorm, Kyungsoo abruptly collides into someone who sends him staggering back into Chanyeol behind him.

“The fuck man? Watch whe-” His voice trails off when he sees that Jongin is standing in front of him, “Jongin?” the name leaves his lips without his knowledge.

“I’m so sorry,” Jongin bows, his cheeks flaring a brilliant shade of pink, “I-I was actually looking for you…” he brushes his nape.

“Me?” Kyungsoo asks.

At this point, Chanyeol walks around his figure to leave the actor behind. He shoots Kyungsoo a ‘call me’ with a wiggle of his fingers in a phone like gesture near his ear. Kyungsoo darts knives with his eyes at Chanyeol for leaving him alone with the very person who stole his shine, his everything, his pride and joy, his role.

Yet, the way Jongin appears is different. Almost seemingly shy, and this is quite surprising.

“Yes, you,” Jongin chuckles a bit, cheeks glowing even more now, “I was wondering if… if…” he tapers off, rubbing his palms together with uncertainty in his gaze.

“If?” Kyungsoo says, he really doesn’t want to speak with this guy.

“If maybe…you would like to go out sometime?…I mean if you want…” Kyungsoo doesn’t think he’s heard correctly and blinks, flabbergasted….

anonymous asked:

ya if he was the real killer why would they reveal it in ep 13? especially when ep 14 and 15 were originally not one long 2hr ep! total red herring..but maybe he set the fire after not being able to help wes??

That fact that he was helping Wes leaves me to believe that when he got to the house, Wes was already dead and he was trying to save him. It would also back up the original report of Wes being dead before the fire and would also make sense why he maybe was so adamant on Annalise possibly having something to do with it because I’m guessing he honestly doesn’t know who really killed Wes. That or he saw something the lead him to suspect Annalise or at least her involvement. I just don’t see that if he did do it, why press for Oliver to hack the phone backup because he’d know there was nothing on it pointing to her, so why bother being so intent on finding out what was on it. And if there was something on it pointing to him, he’d want Oliver as far away from it as possible. 

The fire, I could see him possible starting in a panic of not knowing what to do or being scared of something. Or even somehow by accident (though, it’s a long shot an explosion that huge would be an accident.) 

To have it be Connor also just honestly doesn’t make sense to me? Like, this whole time, he’s been one of the few that I think has reasonable reacted to being attached to a murder. Everyone else has appeared way too unbothered by having this many bodies stacking up. He’s almost the last person who I think would murder someone. It would ruin him and he’s already “broken.”  

Hardest Goodbye

Who: Josh Dun

Trigger warning: None (at least I think so, if not, please tell me!)

Word count: 1329 


You never thought that saying goodbye could be so hard. But it is. And you tried your best to hide the tears that threatened to fall, just to make it not any harder for Josh and you.

He never let go of your hand, since you stepped in the airport. You never liked them. It just reminded you that you were about to fly back home, leaving Josh behind. For god knows how long.

“I don’t want to do this. Screw university, I’m gonna stay here. With you.” You looked up to your boyfriend, who couldn’t help to hide the little smile that crept onto his face. His eyes, though, they remained sad. Knowing that you couldn’t do what you just said.

“Babe… we both know how badly I want you to stay here. But you have to go back, your family misses you, your summer break is over and your classes start in a few days. I would never let you drop out of college, just for me. Your education is too important.”

“But you’re more important! We don’t even know when we will see us again. If we even see us again…”

Your gaze fell to the floor. You couldn’t help to stop your running thoughts. Or the tears that started to fall. It wasn’t that easy. You didn’t live in the united states. No, you lived all the way to Europe. Where you attended university, or college how Josh always said. You tried your best with visiting, whenever you had a break you flew over, stayed at his place or went on tour with him. But sometimes your money just didn’t allow you to visit as often as you’d like. And since you would never let him pay for you, the months grew longer without seeing your boyfriend. 

Josh did his best as well, flying to you whenever his schedule allowed him to, but since the band grew more and more famous, it got even harder to find enough time. This was probably the last visit for the next half year, he would start his tour through America and you had classes to attend. And your breaks didn’t add up this time. 

“(Y/N), we already talked about this! I will see you again and you will see me again. You will not get rid of me. I won’t let you go. I love you with all of my being, I would never let something like that happen.”

Even though you knew that Josh was probably right, you couldn’t help your fear of losing him. He could meet someone else, someone who was able to be there, someone who could go on tour with him, someone who would help him when he was feeling down. You couldn’t do much, being on the other side of the planet. Phone calls and text messages, video chats, all of that grows tiring after some time. And when this happens, you will lose him entirely. 

“I wanna stay here, with you…”

“Baby… we will work this out, I promise you. Time will fly by and I will have you in my arms again, alright? I love you so much.” 

Instead of saying anything, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. Even though the kiss was simple, it held all of your emotions. The fear, the sorrow, the love. It grew more and more desperate, none of you wanted to end it. But of course, the computer voice had to interrupt you two.

“Flight 5273 is ready for boarding. I repeat, Flight 5273 is ready for boarding.” 

You buried your head in Josh’s chest, knowing that this flight was yours, back home. But was it really home? Without Josh? 

The tears just flow out of your eyes, your sobs getting more and more uncontrollable. You hated this moment. The final goodbye.

“I love you so much, you have no idea.” You murmured against his chest. “We will do this. Maybe I’m gonna skip some classes and fly to one of your shows, I don’t want to miss it.”

“You know that I don’t want you to do that, (Y/N). But I know too, that I can’t prevent you from doing what you have fixed in your head.” Josh laughed quietly. “You’re so stubborn and I love that. I will miss you, don’t forget to greet your family from me, okay?”

You nodded, smiling lightly at the thought of seeing your parents and siblings again. After all, you were a whole month away. 

For the last time, Josh cupped your cheeks and pulled your lips to his. Instead of all the emotions, it held earlier, this kiss was full of promises. You were going to see him again. You two will do this. What is distance, when you love the person more than anything else? Love is strong. Especially yours. 

With a last ‘I love you’, you grabbed onto your carry on and made your way to the gate. You couldn’t help to look one last time back, back to Josh. And the sight almost killed you. He was standing alone, head held low with tears streaming down his face. 

Even though you were already running late and the gates were about to be closed, you had to turn around, back to him. Hugging him one last time. You didn’t want the last image of your boyfriend in your head, be him crying over your departure. 

As soon as you crushed into his arms, almost making him fall, he looked back up to you. Suprised.

“Please stop crying, or I won’t leave.”

“Well, then I might as well don’t stop.” He chuckled, making you smile. You gave him a last quick, meaningful kiss. And then another one. And another one. You couldn’t stop peppering his whole face with little kisses. His cheeks, his nose, his lips. You just couldn’t let him go, you didn’t have strength to walk away.

“Even though I really don’t want you to leave, you have to go now, or else you will miss your flight. Which wouldn’t be too bad - I just want to drag you home with me and never ever let you go. But your family misses you and I wouldn’t want them to hate me for stealing their daughter.” Josh chuckled lightly, trying to make the whole situation a little easier.

“I guess you’re right, but at least you’re not crying anymore.” You smiled at him. “If I see you crying again, it won’t end good for ya, okay? I don’t want you to feel bad because of me, I’m supposed to make you happy, not cry.” You murmured the last part.

“And you do make me happy, more than anyone else ever before, never forget that, okay? Now go, before I change my mind and take you back home with me.”

Instead of telling him that you wouldn’t mind that, you leaned in for a last kiss. Before you even noticed it, Josh pulled away and ushered you to go. 

As you walked away, you blew him one kiss, since it was somewhat a tradition for the two of you. Josh acted like he caught it and put his hand over his heart.

“I LOVE YOU!” He practically screamed to you, from the other side of the hall. 

“AND I LOVE YOU!” And with that, you passed the gate. The lady at the register chuckled lightly, murmuring something like ‘young love’. Even if you wouldn’t see your boyfriend for a really long time, you couldn’t help to grin. You just had to focus on all the great memories you made on this visit and then time will fly by. You kept on replaying his words. “I won’t let you go. I won’t let you go. I won’t let you go.”

Josh was right, you were going to see him again. He loves you and you love him. Everything will work out, between the two of you and the distance. 


Reader x Chocobros

Reader is gender neutral

The boys worry about you after you announce that your sick, some of them react more strongly than others.

Work dragged on and on, even worse than it usually did. Your feet ached, your head pounded, and you nose refused to let air in or out. Even now, as you walk through the threshold of your apartment and flop down onto the couch, your body feels too warm and too weak. You suppose it was time to admit it, you’re sick. You grumble, resting your head against the arm of your seat and letting out a long breath, willing your body to relax. The couch seemed to pull you in, and you were quickly sinking like a stone into the pillow-y cushions beneath you. Surely, it wouldn’t hurt to just close your eyes for a mome-

Your pocket begins to buzz angrily, alerting you that someone is texting you. You take it out, looking to see who was trying to interrupt your naptime.

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Dumbfounded (Nalu FF, 1/1)

For Mary (@siriusly-random​) as a high five for finishing her exams ♥ 

F for fluff~
Words: 1600
summary: Nothing inspires an epiphany like a snow fight. 
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Natsu was her best friend – or as close to it as anyone could be – but just this once she would throttle him if he took one step closer to her. She backed up, foot slipping on the uneven ground, and he gave a laugh that sent out a little burst of flame.

“Natsu,” she warned, watching the flame longingly as it flickered and died in the ground.

“Lucy,” he repeated, his hand lowering. Despite everything she knew about him – and despite the devious quirk of his brows – she still lowered her defensive hands, letting out a small breath that appeared like smoke in the air.

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I’m in Love With a Stripper pt.2

Member: S.Coups
Genre: Fluff, Smut, ANGST
Word Count: 13,249 

part one

The long-awaited sequel to the first I’m in Love With a Stripper. Someone from Seungcheol’s past appears suddenly. What are their motives? What does this mean for your budding relationship with the devilishly charming sweetheart that just so happens to be an exotic dancer?

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Bonnie & Clyde - pt 17

Originally posted by sugaglos

Silas was busier than usual but when he finally sat down at the end of he table, you swam up to him and smiled like the pet you were supposed to be.

Yoongi had to remind himself to focus on Silas and his buddies. He needed to know what they were celebrating, what all of this was about.

You gave him lover’s eyes and served him his drink, the other men requesting your service as well but Silas ordered the waitresses to hurry up.

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I’m so irked that Marinette’s parents always take her being Ladybug so calmly in reveal fics. Or generally written as being so accepting right off the bat, like, just because they’re super nice in the show? They are understanding and nurturing, yes, I get that, but they are also her parents. Supporting Marinette through hardships like school, crushes, and class bullies is one thing; but offering support towards their 15 year old daughter constantly putting herself in real, physical danger should be something else entirely. 

It seems like a lot of people are just stuck on this idea that her parents are basically perfect, though this is partly the shows fault for hardly featuring them in any substantial scenes. Tom and Sabine are borderline one dimensional characters who desperately need more depth next season, and I can’t see that happening if all they’re going to do is pop up in scenes to play the ‘good parents.’ 

Also perfection is boring. I’m all in for Tom and Sabine being the best parents people could possibly be, but they’re still human, and I would actually question their parentage if right away they were completely accepting of their daughter being a super hero. I want them to be worried. I want them to be resistant. I would like for them to feel like real people who may or may not know what’s best for their daughter in this instance, because it’s such a difficult position to be put in. They shouldn’t be treated like gods that knows the right answer for everything, all the time. It’s okay for their family to struggle! One would even say it’s perfectly normal. Too often though I think people are falling into this trap that Tom and Sabine have to always be playing opposite of Gabriel to highlight how different their parenting styles are, and that they come out as the more supportive parent’s in comparison to Gabriel, but that’s the extent of it. They’re only portrayed this way to act as a foil, to highlight how much better Marinette has it than Adrien. The result is that Tom and Sabine never feel  real to me, because they’re not allowed to struggle with worry or make mistakes regarding their daughter. 

anonymous asked:

2 or 18 for spideytorch?

Confession: when Amazing Spider-Man #25 came out last month I might have DM’d a friend or two all like “there’s one panel in this book that could only look better if Johnny, in his current costume, was draped over Peter’s lap” and it may have been this one:

So without further ado:

18.  kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

“Private jets? Black tie? Is the whole James Bond thing just to impress me?” Johnny asked, falling backwards across Peter’s lap. Peter wrapped one arm around him automatically, free hand fumbling to cut the video call he’d just dialed.

He was pretty sure Bobbi got a split-second glimpse of Johnny in his lap anyway.

“All part of my elaborate courtship scheme,” he said, settling his hand on Johnny’s thigh, just where the yellow panels started. “I know how high maintenance you are. And on such a booked flight, too.”

Johnny snickered as Peter gestured to all the other empty seats. “Like that’s a legitimate complaint.”

“SHIELD’s expecting me to call in,” Peter said, a token protest.

“Make ‘em wait for it. Makes them want you more,” Johnny said, touching Peter’s cheek and guiding him into the kiss. It was pure Johnny, all volcanic, that hot mouth opening under his. For a long few minutes they just kissed, Johnny pliant and easygoing in his lap.

But there was something a little desperate in the way Johnny held onto him, though, and his leg was tight under Peter’s palm no matter how many times he stroked his hand up and down.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked when they broke apart, a stupid question. So much had gone wrong, these past few weeks. To ask Johnny so simply seemed inadequate. 

For a second Johnny didn’t answer, just toyed with Peter’s collar, and then finally he said, “I know where you’re going after this. Don’t try to put me in a different car and pretend like everything’s fine, you just forgot you needed to do one quick thing at the office.”

“Johnny,” Peter said, caught so completely off guard he couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“I know you,” Johnny said, hot-eyed. “And in case you forgot, my dad was the one who actually got cloned.”

As if Peter could ever forget. Ben – though he hadn’t known, yet, that it was Ben, that it was his brother, had still thought it was Miles Warren beneath that mask – with his arm outstretched: “Call it a little something for the in-laws.”

A thousand times worse, the quaver in Johnny’s voice as he’d said, “Dad?”, when Peter had known already that it wasn’t real.

He cursed softly, grip tightening on Johnny.

“So I want to go with you,” Johnny said, the set of his jaw defiant. He was expecting Peter to argue. Peter was too full of grief for that. “And then I want you to come with me out to Long Island, where my dad’s buried.”

“You want that?” Peter asked, surprised. “With me?”

Johnny rolled his eyes, but the act was poor. “You met the clone. You should come with me to visit the real deal.”

Peter swallowed hard, wondering how he could have let his crazy, mixed up life touch Johnny like this, and tugged Johnny back down for another kiss, gentle this time. He stroked the back of his neck.

“Okay,” he said, eyes closed. “I’ll cancel the second car.”

shinzhon  asked:

DAI Companions reacting to a Tevinter Inquisitor ?

Cassandra: After the mess at the Conclave, she is furious to see that their suspect is from Tevinter. Of course they are. Only a Tevene would want to cause such misery in their lives. Later, she does regret these initial thoughts, as she knows it was rather beneath her. She does apologise to the Inquisitor and strives to make it known that she does not truly believe the rumours of Tevinter. 

Blackwall: He’s a bit shocked, but moreso because it’s rare for him to see a Tevene so far south. He tells them later he didn’t expect for the Herald of Andraste to be from Tevinter, and chuckles at how the Chantry would be dealing with that. “You lot have a different view on the Maker and his bride, right? Oh, the Chantry must be angry.” He does not treat them any differently aside from this, however. 

Sera: She squints at them when she meets them. She can tell something’s different from their accent- that’s not Ferelden, or even anywhere in the Free Marches, from what she can tell. Then it clicks. “You one of them Magisters?” She asks, fingers twitching to grab at her bow. She relaxes when she hears they’re not a magister, but takes a bit of time to warm up to them. Eventually, she gives a little apology. “It’s just hard, yeah? You hear things, bad things coming from there, and I know I’d be buggered if I went there. Elf, you know? So, well, I didn’t mean anything by it, yeah?” 

Varric: He’s a bit surprised when he sees that the famous prisoner from the explosion is from Tevinter. Could it be possible that they were sent by the Tevinter Chantry to cause the war in the south to deepen? It seems like something a rival Chantry would want to do…But when the prisoner is revealed to be innocent, he believes them. He’s pretty sure they’re telling the truth, and they’re overwhelmed; the least Varric can do is let them know that someone is on their side. He doesn’t treat them any differently to anyone else, though he does like to tell them about a particularly broody elf who liked to dance in his stolen mansion. You just can’t make this stuff up!

Cole: He knew right away, and didn’t care about it. He didn’t really know why everyone else did either. “They haven’t done anything bad, why do people stay away? It’s okay, they’re here to help!” He likes to remind the Inquisitor of the good and beautiful parts of their homeland, because he knows that they would rarely hear anything positive of Tevinter in the south, and he doesn’t want them to forget. 

Vivienne: If the Inquisitor isn’t a mage, she’s not particularly fazed. If they’re a mage, she is rather suspicious, as she knows the rumours of Tevinter’s Circles. To her, the Inquisitor could be woefully incapable of guarding themselves against demons, or be reckless. She decides to give them some small lessons, and warns them that conversing with demons would be exceptionally foolish given their mark. “It is a new and wild aspect of your magic, and cannot be predicted. Do not put yourself at risk when you cannot fully control yourself.” She does give them pointers on how to put forth a positive public appearance, though and tries to help them dispel the negative connotations Tevinter and the magisters bring for their social standing. 

Iron Bull: Like Vivienne, it varies depending on whether the Inquisitor is a mage or not. If they aren’t a mage, he is quite easy-going with them, and it doesn’t really matter. If they are a mage, he is understandably suspicious. But he is a good judge of character, and will give them a chance, even if they are a Vint. The Ben-Hassrath are rather suspicious of the Inquisitor, given the war with Tevinter, and task him with keeping an extra close eye on them. If he sacrifices the Dreadnought, he is accused of betraying the Qun to Tevinter, as well as forgetting his role in the Qun. 

Solas: Is quite surprised that a Tevene would be so far south, but doesn’t treat them any differently. After arriving at Skyhold, when he begins to bond more with the Inquisitor, he is relieved to know that all people from Tevinter are not as insufferable as Dorian. He will interrogate the Inquisitor on their thoughts of slavery, particularly of elves, and if he does not like what he hears, he will come down hard and the Inquisitor will lose any amount of respect that they had managed to gain with him. 

Dorian: Is rather relieved to find another person from Tevinter in the Inquisition, and he often slips into Tevene around them. He loves relating to someone else about how they’re pariahs in the south, and constantly jokes about how there’s only room enough for one big bad pariah in the Inquisition. He does enjoy chatting about their favourite places, and usually spends time reminiscing about particular things they both remember fondly of their homeland.