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A genre-punk dictionary
  • Cyberpunk - Neon lights, mechanical body-horror, lots and lots of electronic junk lying around, tightly confined city slums, flying cars, androids, and last but not least, lots of grungy browns and grays. Bladerunner, Judge Dredd, Bubblegum Crisis etc.
  • Dieselpunk - Similar to cyberpunk, but less about electronics and androids and more about internal combustion and industrial robots. Technology is less ubiquitous in this setting but when you see techology, it will be combustion powered in some way… or at least look like it should be. Expect grease stains and bits of sludge on everything. Final Fantasy VII (the original game only) is a prime example.
  • Laserpunk - The Anti-Cyberpunk. Spotless with a lot of legroom. Expect glowing lines, fancy grooves, bright white glossy walls, and some shiny blues on everything. Everything in this setting has something that glows, even when it doesn’t need it. These are your Xenosaga’s, iRobot’s, Star Ocean’s.
  • Garbagepunk - The kludgey cousin of steampunk. Everything in this setting, and I mean EVERY SINGLE THING, is made of trash. Goggles made of bottles, water filtration made of old oil drums and used coffee filters, etc. Mad Max, Deponia, Water World, etc.
  • Steampunk - Steam power, leatherbound handles, brass fittings, lots of circles and rivets. I shouldn’t have to really clarify this one.
  • Clockpunk - Steampunk but with clockworks instead of steam engines. Its a small difference, listed only for the reason that steampunk requires steam and clockpunk doesn’t always have it. Expect gears, cogs, wheels and springs.
  • Codepunk - This one is difficult to pin down. Its less about the aesthetic and more about the concepts. This is a setting where everything that happens is related in some way to programming… Where the laws of physics are just functions being run with parameters, alterable by anyone with knowledge of how to access them. This is a setting where people do battle by compiling text that subtracts a number from the other person’s vital statistics variables, but that is what the world is actually made of, not just a game abstraction. Codepunk is characterized by parts of the world actually breaking down visibly into raw text. .hack//, Fate/Extra, the parts of the Matrix series we don’t get to watch where someone is actually typing on a keyboard to make things actually happen…( not that Neo-Morpheus crap. )
  • Naturepunk - What happens when you invent modern or even futuristic technology without actually using any technology. Reclining armchairs made of sticks and moss. Aeroplane’s made of palm fronds and vines. If cavemen invented space travel. Everything is made of locally sourced natural components, but the level of technological advancement and sophistication isn’t necessarily diminished because of it. You might have all the classic weapons of war, guns and grenades and such, but made of curious growths. Mushrooms with highly flammable spores for example, instead of a grenade. While not the only example, the best I can actually think of is… The Flintstones. You might also consider many depictions of Atlantis under this category.
  • Biopunk - Naturepunk’s heavy metal big sister. Everything is made of bone, meat, blood and teeth. Everything is either alive, or was alive at one time. Technology is either made of raw carcasses, or is actually some creature bred or engineered specifically to be used in the way a machine would. Don’t expect to see much inorganic material in generally anything. eXistenZ, generally anything that takes place inside another organism.
Magic Panel Info

I promised to post the new info I gave out at the panel. Note that it’s all about Unstable. Here it is:

Unstable will have a small Squirrel theme, enough to build a deck around. There is a Squirrel lord but because its effects stack, it isn’t legendary so people can get multiples on the battlefield at the same time.

The set will have full-art basic lands with art done by John Avon. We did something with them that we almost did in Unhinged by chickened out. They look amazing.

The set will have Contraptions. I figured out a flavorful and fun way to do them but it was a bit much for black border. I consider it a home run execution. Steamflogger Boss is on the set. It appears once on the land sheet (It was the only way to get a black-bordered card in the set). Only the basic lands and Steamflogger Boss are Eternal playable. All the creatures in this set that assemble Contraptions are Riggers.

The set has a cohesive creative theme. We brought in artists and did real world building. The world is a mad scientist steam punkish world with five factions:

Order of the Widget (White/Blue) - This is the cyborg faction. They are like Esper but without any self control. They use their inventions to constantly improve themselves. You don’t need a toaster if you replace your hand with a toaster. They take self improvement to an absurd degree.

Agents of S.N.E.A.K. (Blue/Black) - This faction is the spies. They use their inventions for elaborate spy devices. The problem is, they are, for the most part, awful spies, using spy gadgets whenever and wherever they can often when not remotely called for.

Legion of Dastardly Doom (Black/Red) - This faction is the super villains. They use their inventions for death rays, weather control devices and apocalypse machines. They want to rule the world, but are constantly fighting as to who gets to destroy the world first.

Goblin Explosioneers (Red/Green) - This faction is the Goblins, it includes the Steamfloggers. These Goblins love making contraptions and are slightly obsessed with hammers. Their style is slapping thing together to see if cool things can happen. And when things don’t explode, sometimes they do.

Crossbreed Labs (Green/White) - This faction is obsessed with using their inventions to alter biology. They are all made up of hybrids of different animals. Part monkey/part spider/part leopard - sounds good. This faction mixes and matches all sorts of different animals in its quest for self improvement.

The set uses modern design and development techniques. It was designed to be drafted by itself and the release events for the product will be booster drafts. We worked hard to make the set have a lot of playability so you can draft it a bunch of times.

The set will have foil tokens, both for tokens produced by cards in the set and for popular tribes we felt the players would like in foil.

There are tons of other cool things I can’t talk about yet. The set does have a second named mechanic, along with Contraptions. It is something we’ve been trying to solve for years and with the flexibility of silver border, finally found a way to do it.

The set started design in January of 2011 and has its release date slip on several occasions. I am very proud of the work everyone did and think it’s the best Un-set we’ve ever made. I believe fans of Un-sets are going to love it.

Tony stans keep whining about how the Avengers, from Steve to Thor, mistreat and abuse their helpless victim of a fave. Where are they getting this from?? Because from what I’ve seen Tony is exactly as (or way more) nasty to the team as they apparently are to him -

Worst thing Steve has said to Tony - I know men with none of your resources who’re ten times better than you.

Worst thing Tony has said to Steve - I think it’s really funny how you were forced to commit suicide and froze to death. And also maybe you should never have been rescued from that ice coma you were in.

Worst thing Steve has done to Tony - Didn’t tell him that though he had no actual proof of it, Zola had once, for 0.2 seconds maybe kind of insinuated that 25 years ago, while Steve was in the ice, Hydra might have killed Tony’s parents.

Worst thing Tony has done to Steve - On finding out that Hydra used Steve’s brainwashed best friend to kill his parents 25 years ago, he straight up tried to murder the friend. Tony knew the guy was innocent but refused to stop his murder rampage. He also tried to beat the shit out of Steve when Steve objected to this. 

Worst thing Thor has done to Tony - Picked him up by his neck and then dropped him back on the ground without hurting him when Tony broke his promise to Thor and fucked with a sceptre that had already caused Thor a lot of grief and trouble.

Worst thing Tony has done to Thor - Promised Thor that he wouldn’t fuck around with the sceptre just to get Thor’s permission to study it. Then fucked around with the sceptre and created a murder bot. Murder bot then ran off with the sceptre. Tony refused to show any repentance for fucking around or breaking his promise. Instead he berated Thor for not getting why an AI earth monitor would be a good idea.

Worst thing Natasha has done to Tony - infiltrated his company to evaluate him for an initiative as part of her job and, in her unbiased professional opinion, found him wanting.

Worst thing Tony has done to Natasha - Implied she couldn’t be anything but a two faced traitor. Because she dared to let go of her ego and trust their friends enough to believe them when they said there was a bigger threat they needed to get to.

Worst thing Clint has done to Tony - Called Tony a back-stabber. While this was undoubtedly a cruel jibe in light of what happened to Rhodey, it was said in reaction to the worst thing Tony has done to him, and carried no real consequence to anyone. Unlike what Tony did to Clint (see below).  

Worst thing Tony has done to Clint - disclosed the existence of Clint’s family (that Clint had gone to great lengths to protect by keeping secret) to Ross and his lackeys because he was feeling butthurt. Then left Clint to rot in illegal detention for attempting to commit a crime that Tony went on to successfully commit. After Tony had played a major part in Clint ending up in illegal detention to begin with.

Worst thing Bruce has done to Tony - Literally nothing.

Worst thing Tony has done to Bruce - Persuaded Bruce to help him fuck with the sceptre and create an AI world monitor. Steam rolled over Bruce’s reservations and concerns. When this inevitably went south and Bruce, who was struggling with enough guilt as it was, tried to acknowledge that they had fucked up and created a ‘murder bot’, turned on Bruce and called him a coward. 

reiversmusings  asked:

Is giving Dominaria a "cohesive identity" code for "turning it into a one trick pony" as you've been doing for every world you've invented in the post-8th edition era? Honestly, if that's the plan I'm fairly certain most of the people who've wanted you to go back would prefer you just not. Part of Dominaria's charm is being an actual developed world with different cultures.

All our worlds have depth. Each one has a cosmology with different creatures and cultures. A world guide about all the components is crafted for each world.

The people who love calling it a “World of Hats” are doing the same disservice as the people calling Jace a “Mary Sue”. It’s a snarky undermining of the incredible amount of hard work done by our creative team to make cool new worlds.

What our worlds are not are hodgepodge worlds with disparate parts that have no connection with one another.

“But that’s the way the real world is.” There’s a difference between what works in the real world and what works in stories. Real life is often unbelievable through the lens of story. I had umpteen writing classes drive this point home.

And even when our worlds have more distinction between the parts, Alara and Tarkir as examples, there’s a relationship between the parts.

There was no reason for Ice Age and Mirage to be on the same plane other than laziness on our part. Them co-existing on the same world did little to enhance one another.

When you have a Multiverse, it’s important that you craft your worlds so that the players can remember them, that they have some kind of identity. Star Wars and Star Trek treating their worlds like this was not a fluke but an important means to build a world where the pieces were memorable.

Here’s my counter argument to those who feel that worlds with lots of unconnected elements make for better worlds. Imagine we just clumped two consecutive worlds together. Amonkhet and a Kaladesh are one world and Innistrad and Zendikar are one world. And Tarkir and Theros.

Have we just made better worlds? Is part of the world optimistic steam punk with an Indian vibe and the other Bolas-crafted Egyptian inspired world, somehow make the world more sophisticated? Or is it just more cluttered and less distinct?

The reason it took us so long to return to Dominaria is we wanted to do it right. We wanted to be respectful of what the world was but bring to it a modern sensibility of being a world that had a cohesive identity rather than a hodgepodge of unrelated elements.

We did it though and in a way that is both respectful of what came before and productive in moving forward with a world that becomes part of our stable of worlds that doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Old fans, please have faith. We too love Dominaria.

He drew me close, until the sensitive tips of my breasts rubbed across his chest.

The water was not only warm but heavy, almost oily to the touch, and his hands floated down my back to cup my buttocks and lift me. 

The intrusion was startling. Hot and slippery as our skins were, we drifted over each other with barely a sensation of touching or pressure, but his presence within me was solid and intimate, a fixed point in a watery world, like an umbilical cord in the random driftings of the womb. I made a brief sound of surprise at the small inrush of hot water that accompanied his entrance, then settled firmly onto my fixed point of reference with a little sigh of pleasure. 

“Oh, I like that one,” he said appreciatively. 

“Like what?” I asked. 

“That sound that ye made. The little squeak.” 

It wasn’t possible to blush; my skin was already as flushed as it could get. I let my hair swing forward to cover my face, the curls relaxing as they dragged the surface of the water. 

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to be noisy.” 

He laughed, the deep sound echoing softly in the columns of the roof. 

“I said I like it. And I do. It’s one of the things I like the best about bedding ye, Sassenach, the small noises that ye make.” 

He pulled me closer, so my forehead rested against his neck. Moisture sprang up at once between us, slick as the sulfur-laden water. He made a slight movement with his hips, and I drew in my breath in a half-stifled gasp.

“Yes, like that,” he said softly. “Or … like that?” 

“Urk,” I said. He laughed again, but kept doing it. 

“That’s what I thought most about,” he said, drawing his hands slowly up and down my back, cupping, curving, tracing the swell of my hips. “In prison at night, chained in a room with a dozen other men, listening to the snoring and farting and groaning. I thought of those small tender sounds that ye make when I love you, and I could feel ye there next to me in the dark, breathing soft and then faster, and the little grunt that ye give when I first take you, as though ye were settling yourself to your job.” 

My breathing was definitely coming faster. Supported by the dense, mineral-saturated water, I was buoyant as an oiled feather, kept from floating away only by my grip on the curved muscles of his shoulders, and the snug, firm clasp I kept of him lower down. 

“Even better,” his voice was a hot murmur in my ear, “when I come to ye fierce and wanting, and ye whimper under me, and struggle as though you wanted to get away, and I know it’s only that you’re struggling to come closer, and I’m fighting the same fight.” 

His hands were exploring, gently, slowly as tickling a trout, sliding deep into the rift of my buttocks, gliding lower, groping, caressing the stretched and yearning point of our joining. I quivered and the breath went from me in an unwilled gasp. 

“Or when I come to you needing, and ye take me into you with a sigh and that quiet hum like a hive of bees in the sun, and ye carry me wi’ you into peace with a little moaning sound.” 

“Jamie,” I said hoarsely, my voice echoing off the water. “Jamie, please.” 

“Not yet, mo duinne.” His hands came hard around my waist, settling and slowing me, pressing me down until I did groan. 

“Not yet. We’ve time. And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last to cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I’ve served ye well.” 

The rush began between my thighs, shooting like a dart into the depths of my belly, loosening my joints so that my hands slipped limp and helpless off his shoulders. My back arched and the slippery firm roundness of my breasts pressed flat against his chest. I shuddered in hot darkness, Jamie’s steadying hands all that kept me from drowning. 

Resting against him, I felt boneless as a jellyfish. I didn’t know—or care—what sort of sounds I had been making, but I felt incapable of coherent speech. Until he began to move again, strong as a shark under the dark water. 

“No,” I said. “Jamie, no. I can’t bear it like that again.” The blood was still pounding in my fingertips and his movement within me was an exquisite torture. 

“You can, for I love ye.” His voice was half-muffled in my soaking hair. “And you will, for I want ye. But this time, I go wi’ you.” 

He held my hips firm against him, carrying me beyond myself with the force of an undertow. I crashed formless against him, like breakers on a rock, and he met me with the brutal force of granite, my anchor in the pounding chaos. 

Boneless and liquid as the water around us, contained only by the frame of his hands, I cried out, the soft, bubbling half-choked cry of a sailor sucked beneath the waves. And heard his own cry, helpless in return, and knew I had served him well. 


We struggled upward, out of the womb of the world, damp and steaming, rubber-limbed with wine and heat. I fell to my knees at the first landing, and Jamie, trying to help me, fell down next to me in an untidy heap of robes and bare legs. Giggling helplessly, drunk more with love than with wine, we made our way side by side, on hands and knees up the second flight of steps, hindering each other more than helping, jostling and caroming softly off each other in the narrow space, until we collapsed at last in each other’s arms on the second landing. 

Here an ancient oriel window opened glassless to the sky, and the light of the hunter’s moon washed us in silver. We lay clasped together, damp skins cooling in the winter air, waiting for our racing hearts to slow and breath to return to our heaving bodies. 

The moon above was a Christmas moon, so large as almost to fill the empty window. It seemed no wonder that the tides of sea and woman should be subject to the pull of that stately orb, so close and so commanding. 

But my own tides moved no longer to that chaste and sterile summons, and the knowledge of my freedom raced like danger through my blood. 

“I have a gift for you too,” I said suddenly to Jamie. He turned toward me and his hand slid, large and sure, over the plane of my still-flat stomach. 

“Have you, now?” he said. 

And the world was all around us, new with possibility.

-Outlander 

anonymous asked:

hey do you have any fics where harry or louis try and get the other one jealous?? or genuinely just jealously fics (where one or both of them are jealous)?? thanks so much !!! also love the blog :)

Hello and thanks :)

I did my best to find some good fics with jealousy, if any shouldn’t be on this list for whatever reason just let me know!

Jealousy Fics

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anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics with pining and jealousy? I know that's basically every fic ever, but one where they both get jealous at one point or another during the story would be great! It's pretty broad, but thanks anyways!

Hi lovely! Sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy: 

Far Away. by dimpled_halo:

Summary: Harry swallows hard, clearing his throat. “Hi Lou,” he says, looking at Louis reluctantly. He’s even more gorgeous than he remembers, so much, he feels uneasy looking directly at him, he’s so beautiful.

Louis looks at Harry, does a quick once-over and smiles, eyes so bright and blue—just how Harry remembers. “Harold!” He gets up out of his seat and embraces him into a warm hug. It’s a friendly platonic hug; one that ends way too soon. Harry wishes it would last longer so that he can breathe Louis in and memorize his new but somehow still familiar scent. It instantly leaves his body aching for more.

Harry returns to London after five years. Stuck in the past with “what ifs” and “what might have beens”, he sees that his friends and ex (and possible love of his life) Louis have all moved on with their lives while he finds himself questioning his own life choices, past and present.

You Drive Me Crazy (but it feels alright) by MrsStylinson:

Summary: “Harry is not short for Harold,” he corrects, his voice as thick as molasses. He lowers his eyes to Louis’ sequined lapels, rubbing one between two fingers. “Is this small or extra small? It looks lovely.”

Louis breaks away from his grip with a petulant huff and pushes him back with two fingers.

“You’re mocking me. Again.”

Harry smiles and it’s a real honest swoop of his lips this time. Louis’ stomach swoops with them.

Just a Flower Boy by Larryruinedme:

Summary: Harry Styles is a clumsy, flower crown-wearing, openly gay junior with only two true friends, Niall and Zayn. Louis Tomlinson is the school’s attractive, straight football captain, with a small body and a big personality. As fate will have it, Harry has a huge, unrequited, utterly hopeless crush on Louis.

Fate is thrown out the window the day that Harry and Louis find themselves partnered up for a history project. Harry starts to receive notes from a secret admirer, Louis starts to get jealous of Harry’s budding friendship with senior Nick Grimshaw, Zayn and Liam develop a thing for each other, and Niall is the best mate anyone could have asked for. And suddenly, Harry’s crush on Louis doesn’t seem so utterly hopeless anymore.

If You Love Me Let Me Go by Icelandichairdresser_irl_ (Icelandichairdresser):

Summary: Harry loved Louis he really did. He was perfect, for Harry, at least most of the time. You see Louis had this problem with being possessive. Harry had been holding it in, the snappy retorts and the rolled eyes for a while. It was only natural that he blow up. It couldn’t have come at a worse time really. Louis was already feeling insecure about their relationship and this was the tipping point. Louis felt it everywhere he went, that sensation that Harry was in love with someone else. That he couldn’t possible love Louis. That Louis was only a fling to pass the time. And he deserved better, he deserved someone he could love. So Louis tried to do everything in his power to help him get that.

Dreaming of You by Velvetoscar:

Summary: The world is winter and steamed milk and creamy espresso shots. The world is a never ending queue. The world is a Starbucks logo and a pink-cheeked smile from Niall and a bored scowl from Zayn and the world is Louis watching his best mate, Liam, fall in love with their newest customer, Harry. Who may or may not be in love with Louis. The world is cruel.

Loving You’s a Little Different by oakland30:

Summary: “Uh- Jake, I think? Met him at one of Niall’s ‘get together’s. He’s alright. Nice face.” Louis pulls out a paperback book and squints at its small print, “Won’t be calling him, though.“

Harry sighs, but it’s wasted. Why wouldn’t random boys with nice faces approach Louis in an empty library? The circles under his eyes are puffy and his hair is ruffled from a stubborn night’s sleep, but he looks gorgeous. Like he isn’t from this planet.

Harry’s in love with his roommate. Misunderstandings abound.

standing here but you don’t see me by loudippedincaramel:

Summary: “Louis being with a guy is something Harry has always known was a possibility. Ever since Louis told them he was gay, he knew that this would come up at some point. But it was just that. At some point. It’s always been a hypothetical. Harry never thought it would bother him. But now, watching Louis squirm as he watches that other guy, it’s just not a hypothetical anymore. And Harry is very bothered by it.”

or: Harry’s discovery that he like boys as well as girls. One boy in particular catches his eye and he’s determined to get him.

Can’t love, Can’t hurt by Samcgrath:

Summary: Harry is living on Gemma’s sofa after he moved out of his and Louis’ flat because he just couldn’t take it anymore. Watching Louis with his girlfriend during the day and then coming home and curling around Harry on the sofa. So he moved out and now Louis might be losing his mind because Harry’s gone. The lads worry after Harry says something in an interview that he just won’t talk to them about. And Gemma is an awesome sister.

doesn’t have to be a real thing by loupiter:

Summary: In which Harry helps Louis get over his ex and it kind of becomes a regular thing. It’s totally casual – they have an understanding. But what happens to Harry when Nick reappears in Louis’ life?

something lovers call fate (kept me saying I have to wait) by bravefortheboys:

Summary: Okay – so he may have some feelings for his best friend. That’s completely fine. It happens. Except it doesn’t just happen like this. He can’t just listen to a little bit of a sappy speech and realize his everlasting love for his best mate of 10 years, right? That’s impractical. This had to have been a gradual sort of thing and – fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. Has he unknowingly been falling for his best friend this entire time? Were those sharp tugs of endearment a secret way of his inside telling him this is it? How unfortunate. How humiliating. Louis could scream his lungs out if it weren’t for, y’know, the wedding in progress.

It’s Niall’s wedding, officially leaving Louis and Harry to be the only unmarried (and single) friends in their group. Naturally, this puts Louis into a crisis. (ft. declaration of love in the men’s restroom, hiding out in the women’s restroom, and plenty of sappy songs with hidden meanings to help the night pass)

✩ = our favorites

The Begrudging Starbucks AU.The world is winter and steamed milk and creamy espresso shots. The world is a never ending queue. The world is a Starbucks logo and a pink-cheeked smile from Niall and a bored scowl from Zayn and the world is Louis watching his best mate, Liam, fall in love with their newest customer, Harry. Who may or may not be in love with Louis. The world is cruel.

“So,” Louis asks dragging out the vowel sound and raising an eyebrow. “Heard you wanted a tattoo?”
“Oh! Um….Yeah.” Pebbles stutters his voice huskier than Louis anticipated from his first word and appearance. “This!” He exclaims, holding out the drawing in his hand.
It’s a sketch of a large butterfly in shades of black and grey.
Or an AU where Harry works in a coffee shop and Louis works in a tattoo shop. Chance encounters bring them together and they go from there.

“Gracie loves faeries, don’t you, little love?” Louis asks, cutting through Harry’s thoughts, and she spares a glance over her shoulder at her father, nodding quickly before looking back at the house and touching it with gentle fingers.
Harry looks up at him, and they share a small smile, Louis making him feel warm, warm, warm. “This is her house, and it’s my favorite thing in my shop,” Harry explains, and Louis crouches slightly so he can see it better.
“’S beautiful,” he murmurs, and Harry smiles appreciatively at him.
Harry looks at Gracie again, blonde hair falling into her face as she inspects the glittery house, and he instinctively tucks her hair back behind her ear. “I’ve never seen the faerie,” he says to her softly, “but sometimes, when it’s very quiet, I can feel her.” He closes his eyes, taking in a breath, just sitting like that for a few seconds for the effect. “That’s how I know she’s watching over me.”
Or, the one where Louis has a quiet little girl, Harry has a toy shop with a magic faerie house, and they were made to fall in love.

Louis was pretty sure that a nerd who plays Scrabble as a hobby could only be boredom personified. Harry proved him utterly wrong. 

Louis never expected himself to fall in love again, especially at a coffeeshop of all places. 

In which Harry likes to start puzzles, and Louis likes to finish them

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lovely-styless  asked:

hey! can you rec some of your favorite pining fics that have multiple chapters? possibly one of them doesn't know they're gay? thanks so much!!💓

Hey babe! Sorry for getting back to you so late but I never have time cuz of uni. So you asked for some pining recs, however I actually don’t like to read them because they are just too painful for me. I still looked up some and found that there are tons! I’ll list a few, but I strongly suggest that you ask other rec blogs or just search up the tumblr tag # larry pining ! There are a lot to pick from 

~Ami 

Say You’ll Remember by whisperdlullaby (93k words)

au. louis and harry are best mates that are only half aware that they’re also soulmates. alternatively, louis goes to university and harry travels the world, and they always manage to find their way back to each other.

takes place over nine years, in which they love and hurt, make mistakes and learn, and above all, grow.

Dreaming of You by Velvetoscar (68k words)

The Begrudging Starbucks AU.

The world is winter and steamed milk and creamy espresso shots. The world is a never ending queue. The world is a Starbucks logo and a pink-cheeked smile from Niall and a bored scowl from Zayn and the world is Louis watching his best mate, Liam, fall in love with their newest customer, Harry. Who may or may not be in love with Louis. The world is cruel.

Untangle Me by suicxne (103k words)

Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch that’s been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days, home hadn’t been a place. It’d been a person. He’d etched it permanently into his skin for fucks sake.
It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn’t it?

It’s not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn’t really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. It’s not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he’s good at distractions. But LA only seems to accentuate the distance between them. Two separate planets, not even in the same solar system.

Follow Your Heart by Jackstylinson (32k words)

“What do you mean exactly?” Harry asks. Louis’ heart is threatening to beat out of his chest. His stomach is sinking, and he’s holding his breath waiting for the words he knows are coming.

“We think it would be best to market you guys as a couple,” Simon tells them. The tone in his voice makes Louis think there’s no wiggle room to even try to argue about it.

Louis’ heart stops and his breath hitches. This cannot be happening. This has to be some sort of dream. Actually this has to be some sort of prank, really. He absentmindedly looks around the room for any evidence of hidden cameras or microphones to no avail.

“You’re kidding,” Louis says flatly. Louis is pretty sure a lot of the music industry these days likes to hide the fact that an artist isn’t straight, afraid that it might affect record sales and now he’s sitting in the middle of an executive label meeting being told he had to be in a relationship with his best friend–who’s a boy he’s been secretly in love with for most of his adolescence–in order to sell records? What kind of alternate universe level bullshit is he living in?

Runner on Third by kikikryslee (39k words)

As Harry stood there, the other man turned around, and he knew he was correct in who he thought it was.
“Louis?” he asked, still not quite believing it.
Louis blinked. “Harry? Wh– what are you doing here?”
“I work here,” Harry said. “What are you doing here?”
“Um, I’m picking up my brother. The nurse called and said he was sick.”
Harry felt like he was going to be sick. “Wait, Ernest is your brother? Since when do you have a brother?”
“Since about seven years ago, I guess. Wait, how do you know Ernest?”
“I’m his teacher.”
“You’re his what?” Louis exclaimed.
Harry gulped. This was going to be a long year.

Or, the AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don’t pick up where they left off.

these bountiful silences by tommoandbambi (123k words) I read this fic and its just beautiful 

hey live in a world where they can only say four words per day. harry meets some people that don’t want to live that way.

Pining List Rec by Softhie

Pining List Rec by teamsololouis

anonymous asked:

62 off the drabble challenge thingy pleeeease! :)

“C’mon, love, keep up!” Harry called from over his shoulder as he jogged a few feet ahead of his heavily pregnant wife.

“Harry, you said this walk was to help induce labour!” She huffed, cursing when she stepped in a puddle and could feel her socks slowly start to fill with water. “Didn’t realise we were training for the bloody olympics.” She added under her breath.

“No, but we’re training to be running around after our little melon soon.”

“You can hear that but didn’t seem to hear me asking you to slow down this entire walk?”

He sighed when he looked behind his shoulder once again and found his very snarly wife marching to the bench on the side of the path, shoe lace untied and escaped strands of hair falling messily round her shoulders. .

“Has it occurred to you that I’m carrying that melon inside of me?” She reminded him as she pulled her hair back up into the high pony it was in before and thanked him once he had her shoe lace tied for her.

“I’m sorry.” He apologised, drumming his fingers on her knee from where he was still kneeling on the ground. “How about we take a nice leisurely walk to the Indian and get a nice spicy curry, see if that helps?”

“Now I like your thinking.” She smiled, linking her arm through his and laughing as they both groaned whilst pulling her off the bench.

Harry was in the shower, his humming of some random tune muffled by the sound of the water as his wife enjoyed the peacefulness of their candlelit room: sprawled out across the bed, cuddling her pregnancy pillow and listening to the soft music coming from her phone on the bedside cabinet. However, anytime she could feel herself even close to sleeping, a sharp kick in her ribs brought her away from the peaceful state. 

She was just starting to drift away when her serenity was interrupted again; this time, by Harry.

“Oh I wanna dance with somebody!” He sang so loud, it made her jump in the bed. What amazed her most was that he seemed to be in his own world, walking from the steamed up bathroom and towards his chest of drawers, completely naked and almost oblivious to the fact that she was even there. “I wanna feel the heat with somebody!”

“Do you mind?” She shouted over his obnoxiously loud performance. 

Although the singing stopped, he continued to hum the annoyingly catchy tune whilst drying off and then applying his body butter.

“Thought you couldn’t sleep?” He hummed, pulling out a clean pair of boxers.

“So your solution was to turn into Whitney Houston?” She rolled her eyes. “Anytime I try to sleep, the baby kicks or moves around and I just wish my waters would hurry up and break because these braxton hicks aren’t one bit fun.”

“Well I mean…” He started, throwing the body butter in the direction of the drawer but didn’t bother turning back to it when he heard it hit the ground instead. He seductively walked towards her and wiggled his eye brows as he climbed up beside her. “If you can’t sleep… we could have sex?”

“I would hit you right now if I had the energy.”

“Why?” He scoffed, sounded offended that she wasn’t all for his idea. “It’s all in your best interests, it’s supposed to help induce labour.”

“Yeah,” She snorted. “In my best interests.”

“I also read nipple stimulation helps by making your uterus-”

“Or,” She cut him off “You could just stop talking and definitely stop singing.”

She only rolled her eyes, a fond smile on her face as he rolled off the bed and grumbled to himself about how nipple stimulation wasn’t even pleasurable for him.

anonymous asked:

Any coffeshop au's? Thaankssss 💕

- Fall Into Some Velvet Morning , by @twinkylourry​ : Louis shrieks loudly as his body collides with the other boy’s, face smashing into said boy’s back which, of course, made him topple from his weird yoga pose. They lay sprawled on the ground, Louis on top of the weird kid who does fucking yoga in a park. Yoga Boy lifts his head out of the grass and mumbles in a gravely voice, “You ruined my vibes there, mate.”Louis groans as he sits up and rolls off of Yoga Boy’s back. “Yea, well, you ruined my skateboard, mate. Think we’re quite even.”or au where harry does yoga in parks and louis may or may not want to get into his yoga pants. (6k, also the best wall sex ever)

- Shy Eyes , by @isthatyoularry​ : Coffee Shop AU where Harry is 21 and famous and he has been in love since the moment he saw those cerulean blue eyes. (2k, no smut)

- pour some sugar on me  by @bottomlinsons​: Harry’s a bit clueless, and Louis’ a barista with clever hands. (here meaning: Harry’s very clueless, and Louis draws dicks in coffee foam.) (2k, cuuute)

Hiding Out in the Kitchen, by LittleMousling  : Harry’s in an internationally famous boyband with his three best mates, he gets laid on a pretty regular basis, and he’s headed to Australia in a week. He doesn’t need anything else, and he certainly doesn’t need a boyfriend. If this nice guy he met in a coffeeshop wants to date him, great—but that’s all it is. Right? (23k, famous!Harry)

- It’s hard to look at you, baby , by @laddybropals​ :Coffee Shop AU where Louis is going through a dry spell, Zayn wants to be a good friend and help Louis find someone, and Harry ends up finding him instead.[or the one where louis is ‘hella fucking gay and desperately single’ and harry wants to change that last part.] (14k, my fav)

- A Cuppa Courage , by @juliusschmidt​: Liam kicks Harry’s shin, picking up another cup to fill. “He seems like he’d be a good catch, if you liked guys, I mean.” I do like guys, Harry does not say, even though he’d like to shout it at the top of his lungs. I DO LIKE GUYS. [a fluffy lil’ fall coffee shop coming out au.] (3.2k, no smut)

- falling for your hallelujah , by whiskeyinthejar : here’s a homeless boy who’s made his new place outside Louis’s work. Louis, in unexpected generosity, offers him a cup of coffee and a sprinkle doughnut. No one really expected it to become a Thing.-(In which Louis works in a cafe, Harry has no home, and it’s freezing cold but no one cares). (19k)

 - i think that possibly maybe i’m falling for you by  littledarling:  Louis never expected himself to fall in love again, especially at a coffeeshop of all places.   (11k, a bit angsty)  

Update : (last update April 4th 2017)

- I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much (All of the while I never knew, all of the while it was you) by being_a_fangirl :   Based off of the tumblr post where Harry is a coffee shop barista and Louis is the boy who never gives the same name. Cute, wonderful, all-encompassing fluff ensues. (2.4k)

- Don’t say I love you, ‘cause I might believe you , by @misteryzouis: One day a cute stranger enters Harry’s cafeteria with a hesitant question and a nice accent. Harry doesn’t know if he wants him to ever leave. (47k)

- even with our oath , by @hirlalmighty​ : Though Harry is glad Liam cares about him, he also really hates that Liam cares about him. Liam’s coworker Louis really isn’t Harry’s type - he probably even listens to commercial radio, for God’s sake.In which Harry and Louis go to great lengths to appease Liam, Louis’s taste in music broadens dramatically, and Harry stops pretending to be a Huge Pretentious Douche all the time. (20k)

- And this old world is a new world , by @ifidoitsyou : Louis works in a little coffee shop although he hates coffee but what can you do when you’re pretty much living day by day trying to ignore that dream of yours you’re too scared to pursue. And then Harry enters the scene, or more precisely the coffee shop. He’s beautiful and kind and funny and also famous and not in town for very, very long. But that doesn’t keep Louis from maybe falling for him a bit and his friends from randomly inviting him along to go golfing.(44k)

- blend into my favourite colour , by anonymous : Harry often wonders if they’ll ever meet in real life. And if Harry will recognize Tommo the instant they see each other, like somehow their souls will just know. Or maybe Harry’s soul is shouting “Louis!” too loudly for any other signals to go through.Harry is a barista with a secret Werewolf High fan blog, a desperate crush on a customer named Louis, and a best friend on Tumblr who always makes him laugh. Louis can’t figure out why the barista at his favorite coffee shop keeps creepily staring at him, and to make matters worse, he may be slightly in love with a friend he met online.A love square involving two boys, one TV fandom, and one food fight. (19k)

- It Was Really Nothing, by @greyish-sky : (8:10) You shouldn’t assume things / (8:10) I’m the one who makes your day a lot sunnier and brighter / (8:12) Pretentious, you said? / (8:12) You’re just fishing compliments.    Or, Harry texts the wrong number.  (14k)

- Dreaming of you , by Velvetoscar : The Begrudging Starbucks AU. The world is winter and steamed milk and creamy espresso shots. The world is a never ending queue. The world is a Starbucks logo and a pink-cheeked smile from Niall and a bored scowl from Zayn and the world is Louis watching his best mate, Liam, fall in love with their newest customer, Harry. Who may or may not be in love with Louis. The world is cruel. (74k)

- Down For The Count And I’m Drowning And I’m Helpless , by @doncasterkitten   : Harry Styles is an international pop star who suffers from insomnia, and Louis is the sassy little barista in fox ears and tail that won’t get out of Harry’s head. And the sexting is pretty damn great, too.  (5k)

- From My Heart Flow : Louis’ a poet, Harry’s failing Econ, and sometimes all it takes is one poorly timed boner to ruin everything. (8k)

- Four Letters, Seven Points : Louis was pretty sure that a nerd who plays Scrabble as a hobby could only be boredom personified. Harry proved him utterly wrong. (20k)

- Café Noir : Harry Styles is secretly a world famous writer of bodice rippers. He is struck by writer’s block and he craves late night coffee. Luckily, there is a little café that provides both inspiration and a delicious caramel macchiato. While pretending to write his next story, Harry finds a new muse and winds up falling for one of the baristas: bright, cheerful Louis Tomlinson. (4k)

Proposed: Thedas is not a ‘medieval’ setting

I don’t know about you, but when I was first considering the overall state of Thedas, mostly for worldbuilding purposes, I was semi-consciously thinking of it as a fairly typical pseudo-medieval-Europe.  And that’s natural enough, because in Origins, Ferelden really did look like that.  Thatching, half-timbering, nobles in fortified castles, a fairly monolithic church around which much of society was built.

The further you go into the franchise, though, the more problems you encounter with this.  Kirkwall as a city doesn’t give off a particularly medieval vibe, nor does its government.  You have sailing ships that are more advanced than Europe saw in the middle ages, you have the Qunari with their mind-altering drugs and poison gases and explosives, you have a popular novelist.  A popular novelist requires printing presses, paper manufacture, relatively widespread literacy, and fairly complex shipping systems to exist.  The first European novels were published after the medieval period.  Come Inquisition, we have the almost Baroque Orlesians, broadsheet newspapers, and a lot of things most people probably didn’t notice, like cast iron cookstoves and Bianca Davri’s steam-powered thresher.

Here’s the thing.  Okay here’s a lot of things.  I once had pages of notes trying to work this out, and I’ve tried a dozen times to make a post about it, but it’s too much.  I give up being organized.  So here’s some of the things:

  • Ferelden is a poor backwater.  I know, I’m a rabid Fereldan too, but to the rest of Thedas, it is canonically the arse end of nowhere.  It is no more a good example of the overall technological state of Thedas than the hills of my Appalachian home (where people lived without power or indoor plumbing well into the 20th century) in the 19th century were a good indication of the state of things in 19th century Boston, even though they were only a few days’ ride apart.
  • Thedas’ history and development is in no way like the real world.  It’s a place where the world faces a potentially fatal apocalypse ever few hundred years.  Again, the first game is pretty misleading in this regard, because we neatly wrapped up that Blight in, supposedly, a year, without it ever escaping the borders of one country.  The First Blight lasted over a hundred years and ranged across all of Thedas.  Far and away the shortest Blight besides the fifth still lasted 12 years and destroyed entire kingdoms.  That’s five huge periods of world war and cultural destruction.
  • Magic.  I mean, obviously.  Now, the tangible existence of magic and demons in the Dragon Age arguably has a lot to do with the strength of the Chantry, which has set itself up as a protector from these evils, thus providing an excellent excuse to accumulate military power and suppress dissent.  It doesn’t really effect everyday life much for anyone but mages in the Dragon Age–most people have never seen a mage, and only the wealthy can afford enchanted items.  But of the five empires Thedas has seen, only two (dwarves and Qunari) put any emphasis on technology, and the earliest two (Elvhenan and Tevinter) relied very heavily on magic, and thus presumably had very little incentive to develop technology.
  • The Qunari deliberately suppress at least some technological innovations in the south.  Remember your friendly neighborhood dwarf who liked to blow shit up from Awakening?  His name is Dworkin Glavonak.  You meet his cousin Temmerin in DA2 during the Finding Nathaniel questline, and he tells you that Dworkin’s been driven into hiding by the Qunari. (video)  Certainly sheds new light on why no one outside of dwarves seems to have explosives or gunpowder in the south.  Orzammar dwarves may be the exception here because a) they use lyrium in their explosives, thus making them self-limiting due to the restricted access to lyrium, and b) since Orzammar is a closed society and you cannot come in from the outside, the Qun could not easily place spies in Orzammar society anyway.

So let’s look again, not starting from Origins but look back from Inquisition.  And this time when we look, we find a world that

  • has steam technology, albeit very new–steam-powered threshers were invented around the 1850′s
  • has cast iron stoves such as were not invented in our world until the 1850′s
  • has a canonical reason for lacking gunpowder–which, in turn, completely changes the nature of warfare (or more accurately, doesn’t change it, since it’s guns and cannons that put an end to armor and swords and siege weapons)
  • clearly has printing presses, even if we don’t see them, because there are popular, cheaply printed novels and broadsheet publications and banned book lists

And it’s not quite all from later games, either.  Branka was made a paragon for the invention of ‘smokeless coal’–which isn’t actually a thing in itself but rather a process which removes the impurities from the coal so that it then burns cleaner.  Which, as far as I can ascertain, is a process that was developed during, you guessed it, the 1800′s.

Now, I’m not trying to excuse all the inconsistencies in technology or claim that the devs did a good job of following through on all the implications of things they stuck into Thedas.  Frankly, I think it’s a weak point in their worldbuilding.  BUT it’s really going to keep not making any sense if you try to insist that the setting is more-or-less-medieval-Europe.  In fact, I think it’s futile to try to match Thedas up to any period of real-world development, partly because Thedas’ history is just too wildly different, and partly because a lot of the worldbuilding is done by sticking a bunch of cultures into a blender and picking out what they like.  But if you start thinking about it as a place where technology has continued to develop in places to something roughly congruent to the western world in the 1850′s, but with none of the socioeconomic conditions that created the Industrial Revolution, you might be a bit closer.

actual shantae canon facts:

  • the two living ships that risky’s used in the series have names which abbreviate to SPOTT and POOP TOOT
  • despite giving one of her ships a common dog name, risky dislikes dogs
  • other things risky dislikes: girl scouts, simple hats, and emoticons
  • bolo feels generally unappreciated, but the one thing that sets him off in half-genie hero is shantae telling him that the mermaids won’t kidnap him because he’s not a beautiful maiden
  • shantae was 500% ready to fight risky while trapped in a trick bathtub
  • rottytops once tried to convince shantae to eat a puppy - or at least to nibble on it
  • you can get into ammo baron’s army by doing a saucy dance
  • there’s literally a gate to the afterlife just sitting around on mud bog island
  • abner and poe were able to identify shantae on sight because rottytops is always talking about her
  • shantae has been fired from her job 3 times in 4 games
  • mimic believes that the world isn’t ready for steam power, but the ammo baron has a computerized targeting module and a fleet of airships, and there’s a kid in scuttle town with a digital watch
  • nearly every conversation with the squid baron breaks the fourth wall
  • mimic has tried to stop shantae from saving the world for her own safety twice, despite the fact that she’s capable of blowing up giant robots
  • that’s right, risky designed a giant robot and had the tinkerbats build it, and then shantae blew it up all by herself
  • bolo is nearsighted
  • wrench is a bird that can be literally used as a wrench, and can also grow gigantic if you feed him a special salted caramel
  • sky’s father has (unwittingly?) doomed an untold number of sky’s old boyfriends with cursed artifacts that he’s dug up
  • shantae refers to her ponytail as her ‘monster whipper’
  • when recruited by risky to stop the return of the pirate master, one of the first things shantae did was raid her wardrobe and put together a cute pirate outfit
Hell on Earth, Part 9

Title: Hell on Earth, Part 9

Castiel x Reader (AU)

Word Count: 1,687

Warnings: smut (yes, finally), a tiny bit of fluff, some angst.

A/N: Sorry if this is terrible. Oh, and sorry for the terrible photo collage. But, it is what it is. So, here you go!

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Cas lifted you into his arms, using his hands to wrap your legs around his waist. His lips smacked against yours the moment you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. And god, did he taste good.

Cas’ hands gripped your ass as he turned towards the bed, slamming the door behind him with his foot. His clothed erection pressed against your aching sex, causing you to moan into his mouth, just before he tossed you onto the mattress.

“Sex in a bed. That’s something I never thought I’d have again,” you chuckled as Cas sucked on the curve of your neck. You could feel his lips curl against your skin as he slipped a hand up under your shirt. His fingers smoothed over your skin as his lips moved up to realign with yours. Within seconds, his tongue was dominating your mouth, making you moan against him again as your hips rolled up against his.

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