with two u's

sometimes i picture eggsy and roxy being like,

roxy: -wearing a pair of sunglasses upside down- i saw you hanging out with merlin the other day.

eggsy: -wearing three pair of sunglasses over his kingsman glasses- r-roxy, it’s not what you think!

roxy: i won’t hesitate, bitch. -shoots eggsy with a nerf gun-

anonymous asked:

OKAY BUT DO YOU REALIZE THAT BRAVEN ARE A CANON RIDE OR DIE COUPLE (FRIENDSHIP OR ROMANCE) MEANWHILE CLARKE WOULD SACRIFICE BELLAMY FOR LEXA'S CHIP IN TWO SECONDS. RAVEN REYES AND BELLAMY BLAKE WILL STICK WITH EACH OTHER THROUGH ANYTHING THEYRE SO FUCKING PURE AND BEAUTIFUL I CANT MY SPACE BABIES ARE REALLY THAT OTP WOW I LOVE THE SMELL OF ENDGAME

THAT’S THE NUMBER ONE THING I LOVE ABOUT THEM THO. they’re just there for each other so much! the amount of loyalty and respect they have for one another is amazing, it’s the kind that keeps you going on the toughest days or when you’re doubting yourself. why do you think it’s so easy for bellamy to pick raven up when she’s down? it’s because she trusts and respects him 110%!! they have this unwavering faith in each other.

that’s why they’re so close because they understand each other so well, they’re on the same wavelength. this is what building a strong, healthy relationship looks like. people want blarke to become canon when they don’t have that foundation because klak has manipulated and abused bellamy so much it’s hard for him to trust her but with raven there’s never doubt about it. “you with me?” “ALWAYS.” like did he really have to ask??? of course she is! i really don’t understand why people are so against them!

adastraas  asked:

I really appreciate the fact that you love Momo as much as I do, she's so good

Originally posted by tetsuruo

HOHO YES!

jaehyun/reader
914 words
fluff
a/n: a result of finals week + me trying to get over writers block. almost 1k words of just ?? orz

It’s nearing two in the morning and by now, the words on your laptop screen are getting smaller and increasingly blurred together, the letters rearranging themselves to become utter nonsense. Or maybe you’re just too tired, having not slept in almost twenty hours.

Regardless, you need to finish this essay before six, giving you another four hours to get yourself together and write another half a page worth of words. At this point, your bullshitting skills are slowly failing you, but this crap is better than nothing and honestly, your writing skills are sharp enough to get you the grade you need. They won’t fail you now, although your body might well will.

Finals week has always been hell, but you’ll be done and able to sleep for however long you want right after you finish this essay.

With a sigh, you blink the heaviness out of your eyes and get up to splash cold water onto your face for the third time this hour.

You really need better self-care skills, you think as you look at the bags under your eyes in the mirror.

After you get back to your desk and manage to get out another sentence on literary theory in an episode of a TV show, you hear the rattle of someone trying to open your front door. All of a sudden, you’re more awake than you’ve been in the past five hours, all senses on alert. You keep a bat in your room for this reason, and you reach for where it sits leaning against your desk, getting up as quietly as you can and sending telepathic messages to your family and boyfriend, hoping that you don’t die.

You can hear the intruder’s soft footsteps on your floor and you clutch the bat tighter, eyeing your phone where you’d thrown it earlier in an attempt to get rid of any distractions. To get it, however, you would have to cross in front of your door and risk being seen.

Heart pounding in your throat, you press your back to the wall and chance a glance into the hallway – you swear your heart stops beating when you meet the intruder’s eyes as he walks toward your room.

Jaehyun,” you whine, sinking to the floor as the tension drains from your body. Your fingers lose their grip on your bat and it falls to the floor with a soft thump.

Your boyfriend is smiling, clearly amused at the sight of the bat. “Did I scare you? Sorry, babe.”

Breathing deeply, your stress and tiredness hit you again, all at once and mixed with relief. You blink away the tears that come with the sudden rush of emotions. “Jaehyun,” you say again, looking up at him with wide eyes and outstretched arms. “Hug.”

He complies quickly, kneeling down to wrap his arms around you and let you bury your head into him. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Why are you awake right now? It’s two in the morning.”

“Finals,” is your reply, accompanied by a sniffle. “It’s my last one but it’s due in six hours.”

Jaehyun starts running his fingers through your hair, clearly worried about you. He doesn’t ask why you didn’t start earlier, though, which you’re thankful for. Instead, he asks, “How much do you have left?”

“Half a page to make it fifteen pages,” you reply, sighing. His mere presence is already making you feel better. “How was work?”

“The same as every other day.” He pulls back and you frown at him, missing his warmth. “How about you finish that half page and then we sleep for the next twelve hours?”

You make an affirmative noise and get up, ready to be done with your essay. Jaehyun stands with you, picking up his bag and your bat and setting them in their respective places while you sit back down at your desk.

Jaehyun brings you a cup of cold water for you to sip at periodically, the cold helping to keep you awake. When you only have a paragraph left, he finishes showering and climbs into bed to wait for you, playing a game on his phone. You can hear the sound affects as you type, the playful sounds mixing with the clicking of your keyboard.

By three, you’re done with both writing and a quick revision, feeling confident enough for three in the morning and twenty hours of no sleep to send it in. Your professor replies with a “got it” soon after, and you find the speed of her reply funny, for no reason other than the fact that it’s three in the morning and you haven’t slept in twenty hours.

At your soft, muffled giggle, Jaehyun looks up curiously at you, shifting to the side to welcome you into bed. Grateful, you crawl under the covers and snuggle in next to him.

“You know, I think I did better on it than I would’ve if you hadn’t shown, Jae,” you tell him, voice a little unintelligible when weighed down by your sleepiness and muffled by his neck.

“Sorry for scaring you,” he whispers back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m glad you’re done with finals now.” There’s a silent ‘I wish you would take better care of yourself’ in there.

“Me, too.” Sorry for worrying you. I’ll try.

“Sleep,” he murmurs into your hair.

You exhale in reply, and then you’re sliding into dreamland, Jaehyun following soon after.

Painted a hurt Fenris and Hawke sneaked in there to kiss him better - went from pure angst to 100% fluff, I do not regret.

me: remembers season two was actually written & planned years ago so the writers didn’t know klance would even be so popular which means the whole elevator episode was planned from the start

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