whoa! what is all this stuff

bleusarcelle  asked:

Oh oh oh oh!!!! For the prompt. How about a Klance video call where Lance is telling Keith all of their shows and Keith is like quiet but with a smile enjoying Lance's RAMBLING and they have a soft moment of.... Hey you are missed, u know that right? Kdksksksksikss idk.

HOLY SHIT YES. Yes i love this. Thank you Bleu for this premium suggestion

Keith’s fingers hover over the call button. He’s been doing this now every night for a week. Why is he nervous? Why can’t he summon the courage to just hit the damn button?

Just call him. Just call him. Just call him! 

He reprimands himself. His hands tremble and he sits down on his bed. 

What if he’s mad at me? What if they’ve moved on? Maybe it’s better if I stay quiet…

Keith sighs and goes to put his communicator anyway in his pocket. Just like he always does. The ship around him is silent. It’s always silent. His room is cold. 

In his gloved hands, his finger slips and his communicator screen lights up.

“Shit! Shitshitshitshit…” He grapples with the device, but before he can hang up, the ringing has stopped. A chipper voice rings out and he’s staring into familiar eyes.

“Keith?!” Lance answers. His eyes search Keith’s face and his surroundings. “Are you ok? Do you need…?”

“What? No, no, I’m fine, Lance. I’m ok.” Keith shushes. He can’t help the small smile that pulls on the corner of his lips. “I’m fine.”

“Oh thank god.” Lance sighs and rolls back on his bed. He closes his eyes. His heart still thunders in his chest. 

“You that worried about me?”

“More like I’m comfortable and didn’t want to go on a mission right now.” Lance smirks and chuckles quietly. Keith rolls his eyes. 

“So why’d you call anyway?”

This question trips Keith up. He hopes that Lance can’t see the blush that rises to his cheeks. That he doesn’t notice the way he fidgets with his hood. 

“Uh, I guess I just wanted to check in and see…” His voice trembles.

“Did you miss me?” Lance grins.

“No!” Keith snaps. Lance laughs.

“I… I dunno… I just….”

Lance hears the uncertainty in his voice. He watches Keith’s eyebrows crinkle together in frustration. Lance’s smile falters and his expression falls into one of gentle concern.

“Do you want me to tell you what the team’s been up to?” He offers. 

Keith sighs. He’s grateful for the change of subject and nods.

“Well we’ve made contact with the rebels and have been working together on some stuff. And oh my god, Keith, Keith you will not believe…” Lance sits up and excitedly talks to his communicator. 

“Keith, I swear to god, One of their captains is a dog!”

“Wait what?”

“I’m serious! One of their captains, she’s really cool by the way, she’s a straight up dog that walks around on two legs and talks and and… did you ever see Disney’s Robin Hood with the foxes?”

Keith blinks. Lance is going a mile a minute and it’s hard to keep up.

“Uh yeah?”

“It’s exactly like that! She looks like a character from that movie and everyone else is totally fine with it and isn’t even mentioning it, all the while I am freaking out because there is a race of goddamn space dogs.”

Keith laughs. A familiar warmth flickers in his chest.

“Oh! Oh! Sorry I totally forgot! We found Matt! Well Pidge did, but that’s besides the point…”

“Whoa what? You found…?”

“Yeah Pidge found her brother! He was with the rebels and she tracked him down! And now he hangs out with us and Pidge is just so happy. And Hunk has someone new to talk about nerdy stuff with. He seems cool, even if a bit delusional. He definitely has a thing for Allura and, oh man, that poor boy does not stand a chance.”

“Wow that’s … I can’t believe…” Keith sighs.

“Have you seen our shows?!” Lance beams into the camera. Again Keith is caught off guard. It takes him a moment to interpret what Lance just asked him.

“Oh!” His expression melts into a teasing smirk. “Oh… Oh I know about them. You’re quite the actor, Lance.”

“What can I say? I’m a natural.” Lance brushes his hair back and shoots a finger gun straight towards Keith.

“But they’re so much fun, dude. Like I just get such a rush from all the cheering you know? Like it’s been really amazing to inspire people and talk to fans directly. And the coalition is stronger than ever! 

Shiro’s been such a good sport about all this. Like I can tell he’s uncomfortable? But he really throws himself into it, and the fans all love him. Well of course they would, he’s Shiro. Oh! And you should see the way little girls all run up to Allura afterwards. She uses your name in the script, but these kids aren’t fooled.”

Lance continues to rant about their antics. About how they rehearse, and Lance had a fair bit of input to his choreography. About how it all ended with them actually fighting a monster in an arena, and Allura doing the sweetest backwards flip kick Lance has ever seen.

A lump forms in Keith’s throat.

“I think I needed a different outfit for my rope routine. The armour was a bit clunky, and you know… I should really give the fans what they want.” He waggles his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry I missed it. You’ll have to give me a private show sometime.” Keith smiles.

Lance looks at him in shock. A blush rushes to his ears and his mouth opens into a wild smile.

“Did you just…?!”

“Oh my god!” Keith yanks his hood over his face. He’s just realised what he may have implied.

“I didn’t mean…! God, Lance! Not like that!” He shouts, but he can’t help the giggles that burst from his chest. He can hear Lance’s laughter matching his own.

“Can you get me a cool Blade of Marmara outfit to do it in?” Lance chuckles. He sighs as he catches his breath.

“I don’t think I can just take one.”

“Shame. I really like them.” Lance chews his lip. “You look really cool.” 

Keith ignores the way that makes the ache in his chest throb. He shakes his head and tries to hide how flustered he feels with a laugh.

“It uh… it sounds like you guys are going really well.”

“Yeah.” Lance sighs. He brushes his hand through his hair. “We’re uh… we’re doing good stuff, but…”

A heavy silence falls between them. Lance feels the words on the tip of his tongue. He knows what he wants to say, but is suddenly embarrassed to say them. His relationship with Keith is precarious and he worries that his next word might send them over the edge. He swallows.

“But I really wish you were there.” His voice is hushed. He averts his eyes from the communicator. 

“We miss you Keith. I know you’re doing important work, and I know that you’re helping us by helping the blades, but we just…” He stammers. “I…I just…”

He accidentally meets Keith’s eyes. The reality that Keith is on the other side of the galaxy hits him like a crashing wave. 

“I’ll never replace you. We’re a team.” His breath shudders.

“Lance, I…”

“Please come home.” Lance presses his eyes closed. “We all worry. And Red asks about you and, and…” His fingers grip at his jacket. “Don’t stay gone forever. … okay?”

 Keith sighs. His eyes begin to sting and he can feel his resolve crumbling. He briefly thinks about where the pods on his current ship are located before he pushes it out of his mind. 

No. He can’t run back now. Not yet. 

“I’ll be back.”

“Stay safe,”

“I will.” Keith nods solemnly.

Lance hangs up the call and stares down at his communicator. His hands fist into his sheets and his mouth twists into a scowl.

“You’re lying.” 

🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.


  • ❛ Everything ahead of us is totally unknown. ❜
  • ❛ Sucking at something is the first step towards being sorta good at something. ❜
  • ❛ Sometimes life is scary and dark. ❜
  • ❛ People get built different. We don’t need to figure it out, we just need to respect it. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t need to feel like I’m waiting to be noticed. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll still be here tomorrow to high five you yesterday, my friend. ❜
  • ❛ Is that where creativity comes from? From sad biz? ❜
  • ❛ No one flicks me in the butt without my consent! ❜
  • ❛ Homies help homies. Always. ❜
  • ❛ You got to focus on what’s real, man. ❜
  • ❛ Responsibility demands sacrifice. ❜
  • ❛ People make mistakes. It’s a part of growing up. ❜
  • ❛ It’s hard to step outside yourself when you are enmeshed with another being. ❜
  • ❛ You contain the soul memory of a million dead stars. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t you always call sweatpants ‘give up on life pants,’ _____? ❜
  • ❛ Something weird might just be something familiar viewed from a different angle. ❜
  • ❛ Mathematical! ❜
  • ❛ Whoa! Algebraic! ❜
  • ❛ I’ll slay anything that’s evil. That’s my deal! ❜
  • ❛ I’m not righteous. I’m wrong-teous. Stupid-teous. ❜
  • ❛ I feel radder, faster… more adequate! ❜
  • ❛ Youth culture forever! ❜
  • ❛ Are you gonna smash my skull and breathe my blood mist? ❜
  • ❛ No worms on the bed! ❜
  • ❛ Get ready for an uppercut, you dog! ❜
  • ❛ Stealing’s wrong, doofus! ❜
  • ❛ Holy stuff! It talked! Wow-cow-chow! ❜
  • ❛ What?! You gotta be flipping kidding me! ❜
  • ❛ I’m no wuss! I’m the hero around these parts! ❜
  • ❛ Eat my sword, _____! ❜
  • ❛ I’m weddy for the wedding. ❜
  • ❛ Heh. Yeah, right. That sounds like idiot talk. ❜
  • ❛ How did you almost know my name? ❜
  • ❛ All aboard the knuckle train to Fist Planet! ❜
  • ❛ Imagination is for turbo-nerds who can’t handle how kick-butt reality is! ❜
  • ❛ That riddle sucks. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll just read this book about pigs. ❜
  • ❛ Everything small is just a small version of something big! I understand everything! ❜
  • ❛ Up, down, left, left, right, right, down, spin, down, up, left, right, left, down, spin, up, down, jump! ❜
  • ❛ Come on, man! That’s pervy! ❜
  • ❛ Easy as childbirth. ❜
  • ❛ Dude, I think I have a crush. ❜
  • ❛ Do the splits, thou milk-livered maggot pie! ❜
  • ❛ Oh crab it to the butternuts, it’s locked! ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been going foot nude in the shoe and now I got this turbo huge callous. ❜
  • ❛ We’re documenting our creative flow in case we make a break through. ❜
  • ❛ That road you’re on leads to nowhere. ❜
  • ❛ You wanna join my primitive noise band? ❜
  • ❛ Roll the dice, you pay the price. ❜
  • ❛ C'mon bro, taking pain is easy. You just have to imagine that every bruise is a hickey from the Universe. And everyone wants to get with the Universe. ❜
  • ❛ It was weird but I liked it. ❜
  • ❛ Actually, I think I’m beating it back with sheer willpower. ❜
  • ❛ Hey! Crack open that book and read something for fun’s sake, alright? ❜
  • ❛ You know what they remind me of? Well-dressed pickles. ❜
  • ❛ This dolphin fell in love with me! ❜
  • ❛ I’d rather be dancin’ with some babes! ❜
  • ❛ My subconscious must be hungry, huh? ❜
  • ❛ I can’t have you messin’ up my bread and butter, dude. ❜
  • ❛ Heh heh. I can’t take you seriously when you’re singing, man. ❜
  • ❛ Dude, be calmed by my saliva. ❜
  • ❛ I’m not cute, I’ll mess you up. ❜
  • ❛ Dude, let’s kill the horse. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t just read the poetry to understand it, you got to feel it. ❜
  • ❛ Girl, you smell good. Did you take a bath in rainbows and cupcakes? ❜
  • ❛ And what if we turn evil? I’ll have to start wearing cologne. ❜
  • ❛ I love you, everything burrito. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, I’m coming with you… if only to be disruptive and obnoxious! ❜
  • ❛ I dreamed I was in kindergarten again, but I had really big feet, and was also the teacher. ❜
  • ❛ I wish for… a sandwich! ❜
  • ❛ That’s it! The answer was so simple, I was too smart to see it! ❜
  • ❛ I should not have drunk that much tea! ❜
  • ❛ I’d never forgive anybody who did this to me! ❜
  • ❛ Give me a hug, hero. ❜
  • ❛ I never said you had to be perfect! ❜
  • ❛ Yeah, I’m good! Haven’t slept for solid eighty-three hours, but yeah, I’m good. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve seen some stuff that would really make you say 'like what?’ ❜
  • ❛ I’m not mean. I’m a thousand years old, and I just lost track of my moral code. ❜
  • ❛ I wrote this next song about a fisherman. ❜
  • ❛ Vampires can’t beat ghosts. It’s like a rock-paper-scissors thing. ❜
  • ❛ I’m hurting you because I love you. ❜
  • ❛ Yeah, I want you to be proud. I want you to be proud of me! ❜
  • ❛ I am incapable of emotion, but you are making me chafed! ❜
  • ❛ Who wants to play video games? ❜

Whoa, thank you all. I love the cool stuff this fandom comes up with and love being a part of it with you guys.

I’m gonna do a follower giveaway but I’ll have to do it in a few weeks because I’m going to Asia in…3 days. So let’s see what cool stuff I can grab while I’m in Tokyo (omg yes I’m going to Kiddy Land). 

Send me asks or whatever if you think I should pick up something from a particular fandom for prizes (if I see GF, I’m buying GF, but I don’t think I’ll see anything – so like? One Piece? Sanrio stuff? YOI?). 

I’m gonna try to finish my remaining asks while I’m on the long flights, but if you want, now’s a good time to shoot me a simple request since I’ll be stuck in a tube in the sky for hours and hours and will probably draw when I’m not contemplating the liminality of being in economy for 14 hours in a row.


soulmate! park jihoon
  • okay in this au you have the “you see color once you meet your soulmate”
  • and gOD do you hate this method you have because what the heck you’re a fashion and design major
  • your whole life you’ve been working with clothes in black and white and shades of gray and you had to bust your ass to get into the top university in seoul for fashion
  • whatever mythical being it was that gave you this curse basically said a massive fuck you to your hopes and dreams like rip
  • in middle and high school you would literally people-watch in different areas and different cities to meet your soulmate 
  • actually you didn’t give a fuck about who your soulmate was you just wanted to see color and work with it to produce high quality works
  • and end the shitty friend moments when you’re shopping with your pals and they go “hey should i get the blue shirt or the red one”
  • you: oh i don’t know andrea i think the slightly darker shade of fucking gray looks nicer
  • andrea: :DD
  • SO one weekend you’re looking around some stores in this mall and searching for inspiration for your next piece
  • and everything’s okay and in black and white as usual when suddenly you saw this??? strange shade???????? not in black or white???????
  • you’re SHOOK and immediately just start darting your eyes everywhere
  • and finally when your eyes land on a person at the men’s section of the store a burst of saturation and color splashes in front of you
  • and everything seems to have just…come to LIFE
  • you’re shaking because everything you see now feels like a new experience….colors that you can’t identify are everywhere you turn and you’re so EXCITED to learn the names of each
  • you turn to your “soulmate” person with tears ready to fall but suddenly
  • you: oh my sweet baby jesus
  • you: can his fashion sense be aNY SH I TT I E R
  • your jaw is like on the FLOOR and you’re absolutely appalled by the young man looking through some sweatshirts
  • in your mind you’re furiously criticizing all the choices he’s made and making 
  • you: why in the world would he pair that shirt with that vest
  • you: sweetheart that is one hell of a stupid hat you’re staring at
  • you: is he actually serious about picking that vest
  • you: what in the world did i ever do to deserve this
  • you’re fuming at this point and you’re ready to either stomp over and hit him on the head to get his senses back into place or walk away and pretend the meeting never happened
  • but then he turns around and sees you and when his eyes widen you know there’s no turning back
  • also you realize he’s really cute so
  • he walks over all shy with a hand rubbing the back of his neck and a suppressed smile to hide how excited he really is
  • he says “so….i guess…..we’re soulmates?” with pink steaming cheeks
  • it takes you like a few seconds to get over how utterly cute that was and the you’re like “yes. and your outfit is a disaster. how dare you.”
  • and that snaps jihoon out of his bashfulness and he’s just?? excUSE ME???? what the heck do you mean my shirt is suPER cute thank you very much
  • and you’re like SWEETHEART the design on that thing is utterly atrocious it doesn’t match your face at ALL
  • and that’s how you and your soulmate got into a huge argument in the middle of the store with ppl staring and taking pics
  • a few minutes later a middle aged man comes over and taps jihoon’s shoulder and says hey we gotta go you can’t stay here and act like this
  • jihoon glares at you before he turns around and leaves and you’re just HUFFS i hope i don’t see that kid ever again……..
  • literally two hours later you friends spam your phone with articles about “Wanna One’s Park Jihoon’s Intense Argument With Mysterious Person”
  • you’re on the verge of crying after realizing you bickered with a massively popular idol and your friends are like “what kind of flowers do you want us to leave at your grave”
  • you couldn’t focus on anything for a week straight and you’re so scared of stepping outside and having people recognize you so you started wearing masks and sunglasses all the time
  • it hurt your fashion common sense to wear sunglasses while it was raining but you were too terrified
  • but good thing was!!! you learned the names of all the colors you could and developed this habit of differentiating even the slightest shade like “that’s not just bLUE that’s cornflower blue with a tint of turquoise on the lower right”
  • it would only be a matter of time before you start addressing colors by their html code name lmfao
  • anyways your friends are recognize that your works are becoming a lot better and the color mixing seem smoother and more elegant than before
  • they ask you if it’s because you met your soulmate and beg you to introduce him but you know that they’d lose their shit and fall on their ass laughing if you tell them it’s actually the park jihoon you accused of having disgusting taste
  • you actually feel really sorry….like however much you hated the way he dressed you shouldn’t have criticized him like that man
  • you start researching him online and you get really interested because damn he has such a nice face
  • in your head you could conjure so many different combinations of outfits that could work fantastically with him
  • a few weeks later wanna one is doing a fansign meet and greet thing and jihoon is smiling at every fan and holding their hands and thanking them for their gifts and doing his aegyo
  • and suddenly…..he sees YOU right in front of him with your deep blue hat and heavy trench coat to avoid being seen
  • he flinches at first but he can’t be rude so he fakes a smile and just goes…”hi”
  • and you’re like listen….i’m like seriously sorry for that fiasco back at the store….. and you proceed to apologize several times before he’s like okay!!! i got it you’re sorry
  • and then you take out the bag you’ve been holding and hand it to him
  • “here,” you say. “i included a booklet inside.”
  • and then you just rAN OUT OF THERE like you didn’t even talk to the rest of the members who’re looking at your back like wtf was that????
  • after their schedules end and they’re at their dorms jihoon takes out the bag you gave him and sees the booklet that read “ok i know i said sorry but please take a look at the clothes i picked out for u” 
  • he’s so ready to get pissed to see you STILL criticizing his choices but then he sees all the clothes inside and the different outfit combinations drawn and written in the booklet….and he’s sOLD like these are so pretty and cute???????
  • and he tries everything on and woojin is like whoa and guanlin probably gets gayer
  • jihoon wears one set for his airport fashion the next day and all his fansites basically explode bc he reached another level of stunning
  • and his stylists and managers are like????? what the heckie HECK
  • jihoon’s all smiles and stuff and he’s….really grateful to you…..
  • like when he met you and found out that you were his soulmate he never felt more crestfallen because the relationship already looked darker than woojin’s past
  • but now…he just really wants to meet you again and thank you….and maybe talk over a cup of coffee….and just be……..a soft couple that he’s always wanted to be in……….
  • jihoon became the top search on naver for the whole week and became the reason for your smile
  • it’s the first time that your work has ever been “publicized” in any shape or form and you’re so glad it’s receiving such positive feedback
  • a while later you get an email during your lunch break 
  • and the sender is…..CJ E&M entertainment
  • they somehow figured out that you were the one who gave jihoon his clothes and discovered more of your works from blogs and stuff and now they want to hire you as a stylist for wanna one and the meeting date is….in three hours
  • you drop your cup of coffee and spRINT out of your university to catch a taxi cab
  • when you get to the meeting place at the company you realize that frick frack botta bing botta boom your hair’s a mess and you’re sweaty and you haven’t showered in three days due to your schedule and you’re in no way appropriate looking to be hired to be a person who’s in charge of making people look good 
  • but a staff sees you and is like!! come in!!!!! and you’re like welp it’s do or die
  • and the company manager and wanna one members are all in a private room waiting for you and the manager starts this speech about how he adores your sense of style and how all the members would be happy to have you as their stylist and how much they’re willing to pay you but the whole time you’re mostly sneaking glances at jihoon
  • you know how sometimes you would sneak glances at someone who just so happens to look at you at the exact same time and it gets awkward and then both of you would look away really fast
  • that happens so many time with you and jihoon but…the fourth time that it happens he stares back just three seconds longer than before
  • he blushes SO hard because of how daring of a move that was and starts fanning himself and beside him jisung is like??? it’s like 20 degrees in here what are you doing
  • and then the company manager says to you “usually we hire stylists who are married to prevent any kind of special relationship between them and the members…you’ll be an exception to our rule. but the second that we see something suspicious or that you’re violating that rule, then….well, you can guess what might happen.”
  • and you’re like wow what the heck so i’ll lose my job for getting together with my soulmate
  • and then the meeting is done and the manager goes to get you your id card and all the paperwork and everyone pre much disperses except for you and jihoon
  • it’s a bit awkward with both of you staring at the floor….and then you try to break the silence with “this sucks”
  • and jihoon laughs and just says “it’ll be fine” and he looks up at you and takes a deep breath and goes “give me your number before they come back”
  • his heart’s racing and he’s almost afraid that you’ll say no
  • and when you say yes and take out your phone he feels six weights being lifted off his shoulder
  • and his head jihoon imagines all the possibilities for you two…snuggling besides you as he watches you draw ideas into your notebooks, holding your hand and telling you to pay a bit more attention to him, and smiling when you toss your notebook away, giving in, and leaning closer to him
  • you have to shake his shoulders to wake him from his daydream lol
  • you’re like listen bud ur cute i gUESS but we ain’t gonna kiss or anything until i organize your closet
  • and that’s probably when jihoon realizes this relationship will be anything but the perfect manhwa couple he’s always dreamed of
  • and suddenly he finds himself swiftly pecking your cheek and going “yeah well i just dID”
  • you:
  • you: 
  • the other 10 members watching from a crack of the door: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH
  • he saved u in his heart real fast

Originally posted by seong-wu

so, last week i was thinking somebody should write a comic about a shy teen superhero whose powers are fueled directly by her own sense of embarrassment

then i, uh, wrote a ten-page script for it? and wound up kind of liking it a lot?

so consider yourself cordially invited to read issue #1 of my extremely indie superhero comic, and if you wish, you can illustrate it inside your mind, using the power of imagination!

(A teen girl sits on a swivel chair in her bedroom, facing the viewer. She’s got braces and glasses. Her hair is in a messy braid.)

PONNI: Hi! My name is Ponni Murthy. I’m sixteen, and um…

(We zoom out a little. She’s wearing a T-shit that says “The Moon ROCKS!” She’s holding a cane—covered in glow-in-the-dark star stickers—in one hand, and a stuffed animal cat—wearing a sloppily homemade astronaut costume—in the other. Posters cover the walls: fantasy movies, rocket ships, Ada Lovelace, Aamir Khan, Sally Ride, etc. She has multiple posters of the solar system. She gestures dramatically with her cane-hand)


(We return to her face. She looks very earnest.)

PONNI: That’s not, uh, directly relevant to the story, I just—I love it, so much.

(She has now taken on a pensive expression)

PONNI: I love a lot of stuff. But I used to feel a little weird about that.

(She is cheerful again)

PONNI: This is the story of how I got over (some of) my shyness, and rescued a gymnasium full of people, using dark powers I only kind of understand!

PONNI: We begin last year…

(Close-up on her stuffed cat, which is now holding a title card that reads): THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF PONNI MURTHY A.K.A. SHAME-FLAME THE UNCONQUERABLE)

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We Need to Talk

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Sam and Dean need the Reader’s help with a case involving her expertise but will the retired hunter help them?

Word Count: 1303

A/N – This is my entry for @deansdirtyduchess birthday celebration with the prompt: ‘it’s just that I didn’t expect to hear from you again.’ I’m sorry if this is late, I haven’t been well over the last week and had to quickly put this together.

‘We need her, you know we do.’ Sam had tried to convince Dean.

Dean huffs, frustrated. His eye rolling a clear indication of that. ‘This is not up for discussion. We don’t even know where she is.’

‘Oh contraire. I do. I’ve been tracking her for the last week and had a breakthrough. I got her and she’s in Merryville, Louisiana.’

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EXO Reaction: Finding out their girlfriend has tattoos

||| @l00veg00d asked: Can you do a exo’s reaction to their girl revealing her tattoos (and she’s having a lot of them, just like Grace Neutral but she was hiding because of approach to tattoos in Korea)? |||

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by ihatepinkthings

“We have been dating for this long and I only find out about it now?”

Xiumin/Kim Minseok

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

“Why would you hide them, they’re beautiful.”

Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by etherealchen

“Oh my God! How many do you have? How were you even able to hide them for so long?”

D.O/Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

He has seen a few of your tattoos on your arms but he didn’t expect you to have more of them.

“Well they are certainly pretty.”

Kris/Wu Yifan

Originally posted by yourejustmystylee

He would be kind of angry you didn’t show them earlier.

“You know you don’t need to hide anything from me.”

Tao/Huang Zitao

Originally posted by zitao-vevo

“That must have hurt. Needles are scary as it is.”

Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by blondejongin

“You have how many of them? Now I need to count them.”

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by progamerbyun

“Whoa! That’s so cool. We should get matching ones.”


Originally posted by cutie-hans

“You never stop surprising me. What else are you hiding?”

Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

He would be really excited to hear this.

“You have got to tell me how you decided to get all of them.”

Suho/Kim Junmyeon

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

“How come you’re only showing them now?”

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by sehunicorne

“Well I must say, they fit you really well.”

Eventful meeting

Word count: 1.975

Request: Yes

Warnings: An ill Harry

7:35. Someone would wonder why on earth you made yourself get up this early on a Saturday morning. Saturdays were supposed to be filled with sleep, snuggling and of course friends and get-togethers. You didn’t doubt that. In fact, you were one of those people who thought like that as well. But, today was not an ordinary Saturday. Today was the day you and your boyfriend paid a visit to your parents. It was widely known that you have been in a relationship for five months now and everyone praised you on how good you looked together although, they thought that meeting each other’s parents was a quick step that should be left for later.

Harry of course insisted on meeting your parents and getting to finally thank the people who gifted the world with your presence. He was very keen of your parents, or better yet, the image of your parents you had given him. He was positive they were lovely people and he just couldn’t wait. In other words, people could go on and say whatever they pleased about this step in your relationship. As long as you both felt ecstatic to do this, no one else had a say in it.

Now, the hardest part was to wake Harry up, who wasn’t a heave sleeper but it seemed to you that today he was glued to the bed. You really wished he would be up in a matter of minutes and not in a matter of hours since he was fast asleep.

“Harry, baby, wake up”, you started, pushing some hair out of his angelic face and stroking his head ever so slightly. You had your ways when it came to wake him up, he would give you that.

“Harry, I know it is still early, but today is a big day”, you said whispering in his ear and you felt him stir. You knew he was extremely ticklish when you whispered in his ear and it worked now too.

“Mhmh”, he said but his eyes were still closed. He really wanted to sleep all day today.

“Want to do me a favour and wake up lover boy?”, you said kissing his cheek and he smiled, before opening his wide eyes and hugging you.

“Good morning”, you grinned and he joined.

“It is since I have this view. So why am I up this early? I thought it was Saturday?”, Harry rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at you.

“Don’t tell me you forgot…Today is the day you finally meet the Y/L/Ns.” you pinched his nose and he face palmed.

“Yes yes. I remember now but I must admit. It slipped meh mind fo’ a split second”, he said and pouted.

“Well, if we don’t want to rush and forget something as we are getting ready, I suggest we start now”, you got up from the bed and walked towards your bathroom after blowing a kiss to Harry who raised his fist in the air pretending he clasped it. While you were in the bathroom, Harry decided to pick an outfit for the day so he wouldn’t disturb you when you were picking yours out. As he got up though, he almost fell onto the floor. He was super dizzy, something quite uncommon for him. He sat back down on the bed again and put his head in his head.

“Please, not today”, he cursed to himself and silently wished it was just because of his heavy sleep. Unfortunately, when he got up he felt it again. Well, maybe it would go away as soon as he started his activities for the day or so he thought. He still found himself in front of the closet and chose his pieces of clothing, wanting to be presentable and appropriately dressed for such an occasion. His dizziness had started to dissolve and he was relieved.

“Are you okay there? You look lost”, you joked as you exited the bathroom and went over to choose your own outfit.

“I am perfectly fine hon. Have yeh seen meh black button down by the way?”, he asked, trying to avoid any more questions about his state. He wasn’t feeling very well but he didn’t like the idea of worrying you without a sincere reason and cancelling your plans; not when it was so important for you.

“Right in front of you Harry. I swear, if waking you up this early messes with your eyesight, I will never do that again”, you laughed and he poked his tongue out for you. It was his turn to go to the bathroom and get ready. Not long after he was finished, he felt nauseous.

“This can’t be happenin’”, he said clutching his stomach. Why must this happen to him now? He couldn’t help himself from thinking that he was being punished for no reason.

“I can’t ruin this. Harry get your shit together fo’once”, he pointed to his reflection on the mirror opposite of him and splashed some cold water on his face.

“Yeh are not ill. Yeh will be alright”, he said for the last time and right then, he heard your voice.

“Are you ready Harry? We must get going!”, your voice rang through Harry’s ears and he took a sharp breath before descending the stairs and meeting you in the living room.

“Y/N, yeh look marvelous”, he complimented and you looked at your hands.

“Thanks Harry. It seems like you decided to share some of your glam with us as well”, you winked and you grabbed your bag.

“Ready for the ride?”, you asked him and he nodded but regretted it almost immediately when he felt the all too familiar dizziness overcoming him. Before making it into the car, he turned to you and asked you something which took you aback in a heartbeat.

“Mind drivin’ baby?”. This sentence felt too foreign on Harry’s lips since it was the very first time he had asked you to drive. You sensed something was off but you didn’t want to admit it. You just couldn’t imagine Harry being nervous over meeting your parents! This was out of the picture before it had the chance to rest in your mind.

“Okay baby but is everything alright? You haven’t really let me drive in the past so it makes me worried”, you admitted and he hopped in after you.

“I guessed this is the right time yeh take the wheel, that’s all”, he lied and he hated it. It would be so much simpler if he just manned up and told you he was feeling sick but his stubbornness and embarrassment were stopping him.

While passing several blocks of flats and empty parking lots, he was trying to calm his nerves and unsettling stomach. His head was aching and he wished for nothing else than for you to make a U turn and go back under the duvets, no matter how selfish that sounded. His eyes met your joyful ones and he sank in his seat. Great. How could he spill the beans to you? Making up his mind at last, he gathered all his courage and he turned to face you.

“Baby, I really hate myself fo’ sayin’ this to yeh only now, but I think I am goin’ to be sick”, he said and you pulled over, not wanting to take part in an accident or so.

“What are you telling me love? I understand visiting my parents is anxiousness worthy but you have done harder things than this”, you said and pecked his cheek while he sighed.

“Y/N, yeh know I have no problem meetin’ your parents, but this has nothin’ to do with meh catchin’ a cold. Please I am not well”, he continued and you caressed his hands.

“Try and breathe in and out. It is just the nerves kicking baby”, was your only response and went back to driving before pulling up into your old driveway. You didn’t know that Harry would be so upset about this when he had absolutely no reason to.

“Hello mom!”, you greeted your mother and went inside to find your father who was waiting in the hallway.

“And you must be Harry! Y/N’s been telling us so many things about you dear! Glad to finally meet you!” she said and pulled Harry in for a warm hug, one which Harry returned.

“You too ma’am.”, Harry replied and your mom chuckled.

“Call me Y/M/N or just mom. Both will do. Now come on in!”, she said and Harry was greeted by your dad as well, while battling with his own difficulties.

A headache and a nauseous feeling was certainly not an ideal combination and Harry was feeling wrecked. It was as if a bomb was rapidly ticking and was about to go off. You were all gathered around the dinner table at the time and had a graceful conversation going on until your mother noticed something was not alright with Harry.

“Harry darling do you think the food is not good? You have been picking at it for over ten minutes now”. You faced Harry and he was a bit paler than before. Maybe he was ill after all. Not having the opportunity to speak up first, Harry replied.

“The food is one of meh favourites actually but I am afraid I could really use the bathroom right now. I am deeply sorry but can yeh tell meh where it is?”, he said, not wanting to meet your gaze, knowing how disappointed you were.

“There’s nothin’ to be sorry about darling. Things happen. Y/N will show you the way”, she indicated, and Harry got up, following you to the bathroom.

“Harry are you al-“ you tried to ask but were cut off by the door slamming shut and Harry disappearing inside.

You poked your head through the door and saw Harry kneeled in front of the toilet seat. You realized he wasn’t nervous all this time. He really was sick. A jolt of guilt was building up inside you and you rushed to his side.

“Oh my God Harry. I am so sorry I dragged you here when all you really needed was rest. Sorry babe”, you apologized and hugged Harry who was done emptying his stomach.

“I was like this since the mornin’ but I didn’t want to ruin anythin’ and now look what I have done. Your parents must hate meh already and yeh are noth-“

“Whoa whoa. Who said my parents hate you love? They love you. Now let’s clean up this mess and go home. I have to take care of you, don’t I?”, you interrupted him and he looked down.

“And what about your parents? I mean they prepared all this stuff fo’ us..”, he was worrying way too much about those things when he should only be worried for his condition.

“I am sure they will understand”, you reasoned with him and went back to the dining room.

“Mom, dad I am sorry to break this to you but Harry must be coming down with a cold. We really need to go. We will arrange this another time alright?”, you spoke and put your coat on.

“Oh poor Harry. Hope you feel better soon! Let us know about how he’s doing, will you Y/N?”, your mom asked you and your dad nodded at your mother’s statement.

“Of course! Now we need to get going! Goodbye!”, you said and Harry waved before you closed the heavy door behind him.

The ride home was silent with you holding Harry’s hand throughout the route and him ending up falling asleep due to his exhaustion. You really felt bad for not paying attention to what he was saying earlier and the least you could do was take care of him in the only way you knew he loved.

Poor Harry, only thinking about the others and not about himself. Another completed request! I hope you enjoyed reading it! (I have to admit that sick Harry is adorable.). Anyways, requests are still open and I would really love to hear from you all! (That was me trying to make you feel less shy around me!) Stay lovely!

anonymous asked:

Whoa wait what? Can you elaborate? I always thought Erika and Matt were alright! I've been reading their stuff for years

“god it’s so sexy when women TURN INTO MEN ugh so hot wait why are you angry i’m just trying to say that i want to fuck you #kinky”

“aren’t all of these [SLUR] going to murder us both if they see you with a MAN?? are we in DANGER here at pride?? i’m legitimately frightened wait look over there lets loudly objectify strangers in public AT PRIDE haha #couplegoals”

“tasting myself makes me gay har har hyuck”

“why won’t you objectify strangers out loud with me anymore dont you remember the fun we had at pride”

anonymous asked:

what's your opinion on the impending supernatural x scooby doo crossover

What’s my opi–

*sees notification pop up while writing this*

Whoa, the internet really is excited!

What’s my opinion? Simple:

Bring it on!

What with how wonderfully-crazy Scooby-Doo and KISS: Rock ‘n’ Roll Mystery was, we clearly need as many Scooby crossovers as we can get.

Call me, Warner Bros – you know you want to see a ScoobyDooMistakes brand deal happen to promote it. 52k fellow lovers of old Scooby stuff, only the best weird gifs on the internet, and massive blog traffic… plus, I’ll do all the work for a Scooby Snack*

*scooby snacks don’t pay the bills so that’s a metaphorical scooby snack

Brett Talbot imagine

@booklover240 made this first request, so here we go!

Request; You and Brett are in a relationship. You went together with him to the game where he meets Liam again. And he was being rude but you or I step in and apologize for Brett and they are shocked to see you. And Brett gets possessive/jealous.

Originally posted by lilbetapupliam

“I can’t wait to see Liam, and give him shit for what he did.” Brett mumbled as you picked your head up off his shoulder. 

“Brett, why do you have to dwell on the past? It happened months ago.” you said. “Besides, he’s paid for it, just let it go.” you groaned. 

“Babe, he’s going to pay for tonight, when I kick his ass into next week.” he laughed. 

You rolled your eyes, for the millionth time in five minutes. Ever since you left school he has been talking non-stop about it. “How’d you get coach to let you ride with us?” he questioned.

“I told him that if I couldn’t, I would tell mom.”  Yes I know what you’re thinking, the coach is my father. Cliché right. “Brett, why do you hold a grudge against Liam?”  I hummed. 

“Because, he ruined your fathers car, just for benching him. Imagine what else he could’ve done. I’m thankful it only went as far as the car.” he grumbled. 

“Alright folks, we’re here, please make sure all your gea-Talbot get your hands where I can see them-” my dad glared at Brett. “-make sure all your gear and equipment are OFF the bus. Let’s go!” he yelled. 

After everyone was off the bus, and getting their gear, Liam Dunbar approached the scene. It was an awkward scene unfolding, then he spoke. 

“I just wanted to say.., have a good game.” he says sticking out his hand to shake. I stood next to Brett, hanging onto his arm, as he starts laughing. 

“That’s cute Liam, is that what they told you to say in anger management? Apologize and everything’s fine? You demolished coaches car.” 

“I paid for it.” 

“Yeah you’re going to pay for it. We’re gonna break you in half out there, and it’s going to be all..your..fault.” he taunted. 

Out of nowhere, two Beacon Hills boys ran over to stop the scene from progressing. 

“Hey, whoa, hey what’s going on prep-students! Welcome to our public high school, Stiles-” Stiles said as he stuck out his hand. “-firm handshake you got there. Very excited for the scrimmage tonight, but uh- no rough stuff, keep it clean out there. Alright see you on the field.” he said as he scrambled away. 

You felt really bad about how Brett treated Liam. “Hey wait up!” you yelled to the three. As you went to follow, Brett grabbed your wrist harshly, “Where do you think you’re going?” 

“To apologize for you being an asshole.” you spat back. As you went to go find them, the rest of the team oohed in the background. As you rounded the corner, you saw them come out of the locker room. “Hey, Liam!” you said “Listen, I’m really, really sorry about Brett. His ego is his only defense. Don’t listen to him, my dad has forgiven and forgotten. Okay? Go have a good game, and don’t let him scare you.” you said as you walked away. 

“(y/n)!” he yelled, and you turned around


“Thanks.” he smiled 

“Anytime.” you smiled back. 

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

Later as the game was about to start, you had to find Liam again to make sure he wasn’t backing out, because of Brett. 

“Hey Liam!” you said as you came into sight of him and his friend. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t backing out because of Talbot over there.” 

“No, I would never.” he laughed. 

“Okay, so I’ll see you soon? Good luck.” You said as you hugged. Little did you know that Liam’s eyes met Brett’s as you hugged, and Brett became overly jealous, because Liam’s hands were a little to far south for his liking. You stepped back and started walking towards Brett. “Hey babe.” you said as you went in for a kiss, and he avoided you. “What’s the matter?” you asked innocently. 

“Having fun being Liam’s girlfriend today?” he bitterly asked. 

“What are you talking about?” you asked bewildered. 

“You go to comfort him again our fight, then you hug him, and let him touch your ass?” he said angrily. “Well I’m going to tell you one thing.” he said as he grabbed you and pulled you close.” You’re mine. Not his.” he said as he kissed you passionately. When you were done it dawned on you what he was doing, and why he was acting like this. 

“Are you being jealous?” you giggled.

“No, I’m proving your mine.” he grinned and pointed in Liam’s direction. You turned around to not only see Liam, but the rest of his team looking at us. 

“You’re ridiculous.” you laughed walking towards the bleachers. 

“And you’re butt is ridiculous.” he laughed giving it a good smack. 

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

-I hope this is what you were looking for, enjoy! 

wednesdaysandwhich  asked:

Nico and will getting to know each other through regular camp activities(They've both been through so much, I just need them whole and healing)

Here you go! But seriously, how do you end things?

How hate turned to love

Nico wasn’t lying when he said that he had hated the three-day stay in the infirmary. Sure, he had been allowed to go outside on the third day of his stay to ‘get some sun so that he could get his Italian tan back’ or something along those lines, but he still didn’t like being holed up in a room with white and yellow walls along with a bed with white bedsheets and a cupboard full of medical equipment. It made him unhappy to be in the light. He had complained about it to Will the morning of the second day, and when he thought back on it, he didn’t really know what to make of the conversation.

“I really hate being in this room. It’s too bright,” Nico grumbled as Will took his blood pressure. “And it’s even worse that you forced me to sleep with the lights on. That’s just straight-out embarrassing. The Son of Hades sleeping with the lights on?”

“It’s for your own good,” Will said, whistling as he stitched up Nico’s arm – the werewolf poison had dissolved the first set of mortal stitches, so now they were trying again, this time with enchanted thread. “I don’t want you to fade, so I don’t want you to be exposed to more darkness than there is in your body. It’s a lethal amount, you know. It’s eating you up from the inside.”

“I don’t care. How would feel if you were trapped in darkness the whole time? It’s the same thing with me and the light.”

Will stopped halfway in doing a stitch, the needle still deep in Nico’s arm. “Well, I guess you make a point, but I still have to keep you in the light. Just until the three days are up. After that, you can sleep without a light on again. Will that make you happy?”

It had made Nico happy to be able to be able to move back to his cabin and sleep in the darkness, but of course he hadn’t told Will that. In fact, he hadn’t talked to Will the last two weeks, apart from answering a couple questions about his health during the check-up one week ago.

He had done pretty well with avoiding Will outside of the check-ups, but a Thursday a month after his stay in the infirmary, he came to the sword-fighting class he taught with Percy to find the last person he expected to see there. Will Solace. Being taught by Percy how to disarm someone.

The tip of Nico’s sword hit the ground and the two demigods looked up, Will wiping the sweat away from his forehead with the back of his free hand.

“What the Hades are you doing here, Solace?” Nico asked. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the infirmary or with the rest of your cabin in archery?”

“Will here wanted to be able to handle a sword better,” Percy explained, taking a sip of his water bottle. “He’s not too bad. His moves are pretty rusty, but he has good reflexes and is a fast learner. Can you go through the basics with him while I teach the rest of the kids?”

Nico was about to say that he didn’t want anything to do with Will when he heard himself say, “Sure, why not?”

“Great!” Percy said before walking over to the rest of the group, which consisted of about a dozen demigods from different cabins.

Will smiled at Nico, his sky-blue eyes twinkling in the sunshine. Nico silently groaned, but picked up his sword and walked towards Will, wanting nothing more than to dive into the nearest shadow. How had he gotten himself into this mess?

A month later, it was Will’s time to be confused when Nico appeared in the archery class taught by his sister Kayla.

“I’m not here because I want to,” Nico muttered when Will asked him about it. “I lost a bet, okay? I have to take archery for a month.”

Over the next few archery classes, Will got to learn more about Nico, for example that his favourite colour was blue (not black like Will had originally thought), his birthday was the 28th of January and that he could speak Ancient Greek, Latin and Italian fluently.

“Really? Your favourite colour is purple?” Nico asked incredulously. “I would have thought it would have been like, green or red.

“Nope, it’s purple,” Will said, pointing to a part of the bandage. “If you cut it there, it should be long enough to wrap a small wound.”

Nico didn’t even say anything as he cut the bandage. So what if he was learning how to wrap wounds and stuff in the infirmary by Will? They were just friends. Whoa, that felt weird. Had he just called Will his friend? He had, and it had felt natural too, not wrong or forced at all.

“Nico? Are you okay? You totally zoned out for a minute there,” Will’s worried voice broke through his thoughts and he looked up at Will’s concerned face.

“I got lost in some thoughts.” Nico was silent for a bit. “We’re friends, right?”

“Of course we are.” Will pointed to a patient. “She just came in with a twisted ankle. Think you can fix it?”

Nico nodded with a determined expression. He could do this. He had learned and practised this for weeks now.

“Will? Why is Nico sitting with us?” Ella, Will’s seven-year-old sister asked one day at dinner. It was quite a cold day, and Nico was sitting closer to Will than usual in an attempt to steal the Son of Apollo’s body heat.

“Because he’s lonely at his own table. Therefore he’s sitting with me because we’re friends. That’s what friends do. We make sure that the other friend is not lonely. Right?”

Ella nodded. “Yeah! You’re my friend too, Nico. Because I don’t want you to be alone. That’s okay, right?”

Nico let a small smile tug at his lips. “Yes. That’s okay.”

“Five minutes, everybody!” Leo called out. All the campers were on the beach, counting down the minutes until New Years. Will was standing with Nico, the rest of the Seven as well as Rachel, Reyna and Calypso.

Everyone was holding their hands with their respective other – Percy with Annabeth, Piper with Jason, Hazel with Frank, Leo with Calypso and Reyna with Rachel. The only two not holding hands were Nico and Will, who were both sneaking glances at each other when they thought the other one didn’t see. The rest of their small crowd smirked at each other, knowing that both boys had massive crushes on the other.

Will swallowed. “Hey, Nico? Can I talk to you for a moment?”

Nico nodded as Leo called out, “Three minutes!”

They walked a bit away from the rest of the campers and Will took a deep breath. “There’s something I gotta tell you.”

Nico looked up at Will’s face illuminated by the lights hanging from the trees surrounding the beach. “Go ahead.”

Two minutes.

“You see Nico, I, um.” Will  silently cursed himself. He had never been good with words, but now was really not the time for his tongue to completely tie itself into knots.”

90 seconds.

“You what?” Nico asked confused. He had no idea what Will’s was going to say. Of course, he had his hopes, but they were firmly sealed away in his brain.

“I, um, I…”

One minute.

“Will? Are you okay? You look really nervous.” Nico had no idea why Will as acting like this, but he was assuming that something was wrong.

“I…” Will took a deep breath.

30 seconds.

“Damn it,” Will swore, running a hand through his hair. “I really like you, okay? Like, like you.”


Nico’s mind was going 90 miles an hour. Will… Will liked him?

10 seconds.

Nico could feel his eyes fill with tears of happiness and relief. “Really?”

5 seconds.

“I understand if you don’t like me back,” Will continued. “But I just wanted to tell you.”

“No! I really like you too!” Nico said quickly.

3 seconds.

Several emotions flashed across Will’s face before he stepped closer to Nico.

2 seconds.

“Can I kiss you?” Will breathed, wanting to kiss Nico before the New Year officially started.

1 second.

“Please do,” Nico whispered before pressing his lips against Will’s. It was his first kiss and he knew that it was Will’s first kiss too. He had learned that a month ago when it randomly came up in a conversation. But that didn’t matter now. Kiss Will now, think later, his brain reminded him and he closed his eyes, happily listening to his brain for once.

0 seconds.

Eurus: Hey Sherlock. What’s going on?

Sherlock: Whoa, where have you been? And what’s with those nails? You look like a wolverine.

Eurus: I know, right? Rawr! I was hanging out with my new pal James. He is one dapper little man!

Sherlock: Eurus, I don’t trust anyone whose suits are more expensive than his criminal empire.

Eurus: Oh, leave him alone! You never wanna do girly stuff with me! You and John get to do guy stuff all the time.

Sherlock: What do you mean?

John: Hey mate! Ready to blow up these hot dogs in the microwave one by one?

Sherlock: [excited] Am I!

[Off screen]

Sherlock: Yeah!

John: One at a time! One at a time!

Things I love abt the Lego Batman Movie (Part 2 bc this movie is amazing)

- Harley’s roller skates!
- Galifinakis’s amazing performance as the Joker
- “You…complete me” “HAHAHAHAHAHA”
- Bruce’s comments during Barbara’s speech (“Woo, let’s hear it for BATMAN” “He has aged phenomenally”)
- The fact that Bruce has been Gotham’s most eligible bachelor ‘for like, 90 years in a row
- The Joker’s coat tails!
- The references to Harley Quinn’s former title of Harleen Quintzel
- Barbara KICKING ASS at the gala
- The Joker’s purple and green color combo
- The Joker and his gang doing yoga in the prison courtyard
- “She has no idea what’s going on in my super mind.” “Super mind?” “//GASP// Smoke bomb!”
- Batman hasn’t noticed an entire child running around his mansion
- Dick keeps the shark repellent as a souvenir
- “You have beautiful abs, sir.” “It’s my curse to bear.”
- “I like that one!” “That one is culturally insensitive.”
- “Now I’m free, now I’m moving! Come on Batman, let’s get grooving!”
- “Now I have two dads, and one of them is Batman!”
- Robin is 100% ready to do anything for Batman
- The references to Batman VS Superman in Batman and Superman’s dialogue
- Batman pretending like he’s not sad after finding out about the party being held without him
- “I’ve already got my catchphrase. Tweet tweet I’m on the street!”
- Batman feeling pride for the first time
- “So, what’s the vigilante policy on cookies?” “UNLIMITED”
- The song that plays whenever Batman sees Barbara
- The amount of weapons Batman is able to hide in his bat suit
- “Namaste, Batman”
- Joker just wants Batman to admit that he loves him-I mean, hates him.
- The Joker’s questionable title as a bad guy by the other villains in the phantom zone
- The Joker in denial that he has vulnerabilities
- “I’m so bad I got myself thrown into this…'heck hole’…on purpose!”
- Ralph Fiennes is in the movie but he doesn’t voice Voldemort
- “You want us to make the rivers of Gotham City run red with his blood?” “WHOA-”
- The giant projection of the Joker’s face in the sky after he escapes the phantom zone
- The Joker’s game show introductions for all the phantom zone villains
- Daleks are called ‘British Robots’
- “Are you trying to tell me that Bruce Wayne is Batman….s roommate?” (Also the fact that Sauron doesn’t bother to correct him on it)
- “Haha, I’m rubbing my butt all over your stuff.”
- Batman-Robin beatbox duo!
- “Alfred, what are you doing.” “I missed the 60’s.”
- Alfred runs with his hands folded behind his back
- The Joker making fun of Batman’s secret stash of RomCom movies. (“OH, SERENDIPITY?” “Serendipity?! I love that movie!)
- The 'pewpewpew’ sounds everyone makes while firing a weapon.
- “Alright guys, until I get back, rope’s in charge.”
- “Alfred, you better un-time out me right now.” “No! Not until you un-time out Master Dick!”
- Batman diving from the ship to save Robin!!
- Myself legitimately thinking that Alfred was gonna die
- Sauron’s very anticlimactic death
- The Batman-Barbara romantic subplot never really exists in favor of elaborating on Batman and Joker’s character development
- Batman shooing away the Scuttler like a dog
- The villains acting like supportive friends to Joker during his breakup
- “You have never once said the words…I hate you, Joker.”
- “Listen, Batman. I…hate you.” “Awwww!” “Now you say it.” “…Me too.” “//FRUSTRATED SHOUTS//”
- “I am NOT gonna be part of a one-sided relationship ANYMORE!”
- Batman revealing his identity as Bruce Wayne to Robin before getting sucked into the phantom zone
- And of COURSE Batman finally telling Joker that he loves him…I mean, hates him. Because of course they’re totally not gay. Not at all.

anonymous asked:

Remember the mall episode? Maybe before Pidge came along, Lance and s/o were checking out the shop?

Yeaaaahhh!!!! This is a short one bc I’m unimaginative

“Alright, 2 through 6! I’m counting on you to find those scaultrite lenses!” Coran adjusted his disguise, seemingly proud he was ‘blending in’. You and Lance shared a skeptical look over your glasses but said nothing as Coran continued, “Remember, you have no money. And no one can know who you are. So looking only! Got it? And don’t cause any trouble. This may look like a mall, but this is a swap moon. Swindlers are everywhere!”

“Yeah, yeah. We got it Coran. Just look around for one varga. No touching. No fighting. Keith.” Lance sniggered while Keith shot him an unappreciated “Hey!” and continued, “We promise, we’ll be good. I’ve got Y/N to keep me out of trouble.” He shot you a wink and you felt a warm blush rise in your cheeks.

“That’s what I’m worried about Space Juice.” Coran shot Lance a withering look that had your boyfriend cowering. “Just keep a low profile. Got it?” You all nodded, eager to ditch your babysitter, toss your ridiculous getups, and to explore some shops.

“Whoa! Hey, Y/N! Look at this shop!” Lance stopped in front of an empty store, his hand clasped in yours forcing you stop next to him. 

“Looks kinda sad…”, you mumble. It was a lot more empty than the other stores you’d seen. In fact, there wasn’t a single person in it. Just a lonely grey alien waving enthusiastically at his potential customers.

“Well…yeah, ok but look at what it’s selling! This is all retro Earth stuff!” He lets go of your hand and dashes in, his face lighting up with excitement and making him look like a twelve year old rather than a Defender of the Universe. You can’t help but smile as he starts going through a stack of ancient CD’s, his tongue poking out between his lips.

“Anything good?” You peek over his shoulder, resting your chin on it and enjoying his cologne. How he managed to smell like citrus in space he won’t let you  know. Lancey secrets he says.

“Yeah babe, look at this stuff! MCR. Fall Out Boy. Nickelback. Prince. Kesha. Oh my god, they have freaking Queen! This is like ancient history! You can’t even play this stuff on Earth anymore without some major internet searching.” You snuck your arms around his slim waist, content to hang out while he continued searching a new stack labeled ‘Reggae’. “Man. I wish we had money. I would give up my slippers for some Earth music. Even some oldies like this.”

He pauses in his searching and leans back in your arms with a heavy sigh, “I miss Earth.” His hands come to a rest on yours, nervously rubbing circles with his thumbs on your skin. You sense he has more to say, what with the way he’s chewing his lips and the downcast look in his eyes. So you patiently wait.

“Y/n? Do you–? Do you ever think we’ll make it home?” His voice is quiet and serious, a rare thing for Lance so it’s actually quite terrifying. You want to comfort him, to hold his face and kiss him senseless, to tell him that of course you’re going to make it back home. And sooner rather than later. But…

“I…want to believe…”, your voice trails off. You know very well that you and your friends could die any time you fly out. Any battle could be your last. And the chances of you all making it back to Earth statistically went down every time you survived. Eventually, your luck was going to run out…

“Nice X-files reference”, he snorts.

You roll your eyes, “Seriously? Lance! I thought we were having a moment!”

He turns around in your arms, his goofy smile back as he leans for a quick kiss, “And now it’s gone. C’mon! There’s Pidge!” 

He slips out of your arms and takes your hand, tugging you to the front. And you let him, setting a mental reminder to finish this conversation later. Maybe in a less public space.

 “Pidge! Hey Pidgeon! Look at all the cool Earth stuff this alien is selling!”

Taking the Interns Out to Lunch

Here at Sillis Enterprise, we operate a little bit differently from the usual standards of other offices. Specifically in our corporation a few executives and the CEO host these lunches with various themes every couple of months. Some are more devious than others. For example, the reason we started these lunches a couple years back was due to that Dinner for Schmucks movie and we did the same thing over lunch! Was it a cruel thing for us to do? Probably, but me and the other guys loved having that break in the day so we made it a standard. We’ve had much better themes since then, where we’ve honored certain people, or just simple themes like Hawaiian. However, a couple years have passed and we simply feel as if we’re running out of themes. We have these lunches on the 15th of every other month and today was the 14th with no theme in sight. 

I spent practically the whole day avoiding work trying to think of themes so we can continue these lunches. They were a great time and me and the guys have bonded so much over them. I was about to give up hope in finding a theme and try to get some work done in the last hour we had left at work until I remembered the email that Jared Young, the CEO over all the other exec’s (including me) that attends our lunches, sent us all. 

Dear Fellow Lunchers,
I’m sure we’re all stumped on themes, but I might have just stumbled across something that could change these lunches completely. We would no longer have to attend these lunches, at least ourselves anyway. I bet you’re all confused and a little stunned at the previous sentence but it will all make sense in just a little bit. I’ve already instructed an intern to deliver a box to each of you with a present inside that will explain what I mean. I’m fairly certain you will all love the theme and prepare well for the lunch tomorrow. Shoot an email in this thread when you’ve received your gift and let me know what you think! Tommorow will be great fun,
Jared Young

The other four of Exec’s have all responded with emails suggesting they love the theme expressed how they can not wait for lunch tomorrow. However, I think that it’s a bust and they’re all just playing a prank on me. Which is why I kept searching for a theme. Boy, was I wrong. As soon as I re-read the email once again trying to search for any clues about what they were talking about, Ryan Gray, one of our newest summer interns, walked into my office with a small package. 

“Hey Boss! I was told by one of your colleagues, a Mr. uhhm Young? I think, that I was supposed to hand deliver this package to you.” Ryan explained. I stared at him curiously wondering what the hell James put in these packages for us and why he was being so weird about it. 

“Oh, uh thank you Ryan, I was expecting this…” I trailed off in confusion. Ryan handed over the package to me and took a couple steps back. I quickly grabbed the letter opener off my desk and used it to open the box. Inside was a skimpy little remote. ‘That’s it?’ I couldn’t have been more confused. I flipped over the remote in desperation to find something. All that was there was a note that exclaimed: “Point and Shoot at your intern”. I figured I had nothing to lose and was extremely desperate to understand what all his buddies were emailing about. I pulled the remote out of the box and examined the buttons. There was a large button in the right corned with a |-> symbol, and a few other buttons. I pointed the remote subtly at right as he was walking to the door to leave and clicked the large button. A blue light built up at the end of the remote pointed towards Ryan. It got larger and larger until it shot forward as did I. I crashed into something hard realizing it was Ryan’s back and shot up into him. I stumbled forward instantly noticing a change in weight. I couldn’t balance myself properly and fell to the floor, landing on some sunglasses. That was the give away that something was terribly wrong. I leave my sunglasses in the car. I quickly pushed myself up hoping no one saw me fall over through the window. When I pushed up I noticed that Ryan was no where in sight and I was no longer wearing my suit jacket. My tie was different too, and my clothes felt much tighter on me than normal. I turned around and saw my body was lying on the floor still with the remote in hand. I knew that this wasn’t possible but I realized I was in the body of Ryan. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and swiped to the camera. My face when I saw Ryan’s reflection was priceless. I went from my aged self to a muscular office intern almost instantly. 

This brings us to the present, where I was standing over my old body. I pulled my older body behind the desk out of sight from the window as this scene looked very suspicious. I then hopped onto my email and emailed Jared the news. This was an amazing theme! But more importantly, I never realized how great Ryan’s body was. I feel so young and energetic. I begun to feel my arms a bit when suddenly my other boss walked in. I was above him in my old body, but now that I Ryan he’s technically my boss since he deals with all the interns. 

“Oh, Ryan? Why are you in Mr. Allen’s office?” He said somewhat impatiently.

“Uh.. Mr. Allen paged me and wanted to see me but it looks like he isn’t here” I replied a little suspiciously.

“Right” he said slightly sarcastically, “Whatever, I was looking for him too but you need to stop wasting time we still have another hour on the clock” he continued condescendingly. 

“Of course” I replied a little panicky, which was weird that I was kind of scared of him now that I was Ryan. I quickly moved to the door, and headed downstairs to find my cubicle. I found it with ease, but it was a little degrading to sit down in a cubicle instead of my office. I continued my work as Ryan functioning almost as he would. The hour passed and as I was collecting my things my phone buzzed. I unlocked it without thinking suddenly becoming aware that I now knew Ryan’s passcode. The notification was for an app called Grindr, which I’ve never used. I opened it up and read the message. It was from a man in his late twenties. I looked at his profile and saw that he was VERY attractive. “Hey, what are you up to, hot stuff?” I responded back. Whoa, I didn’t know Ryan was gay, nor did I think I’d respond like that. The more I thought about it though the more into I was. ‘Eh, well who cares, maybe I can have some fun of my own tonight before I use Ryan for the lunch tomorrow’ I thought, I also started thinking of all the possibilities I could use this remote for after lunch tomorrow.

(Possibly to be continued if enough of you guys request it)

Jaylos Fanfic (Because I Love You)

Hey guys! This fic is long overdue, sorry about that… But it’s finally up and I really hope you like and enjoy it! Comments and suggestions are highly encouraged! Sorry if anyone’s ooc or if anything is wrong… The whole festival thing is based off the Descendants Mobile Game and Wicked World by the way. So here we go! Enjoy!!

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