yeah ok this is really old but whatever

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Just going on the children-crying aspect of this, I would love some advice.

Since 2015 I was helping to raise a baby with my friend who’s disabled. This has caused certain things to be more difficult in the act of child rearing, it takes longer to get jobs done like making milk, I would get told don’t rock the baby on your legs to stop her crying cos I can’t do it if you’re not here etc. So now I’ve kind of had to take a seat on the bench cos my friend has a load of helpers from the council now but while I’ve been sort of out of action, the baby who is nearing 2 now has become quite naughty. She always was mischievous but mostly she throws tantrums and pinches and bites and steals toys from other children. Her mother thinks she’s picked it up from a really really naughty kid who she used to play with cos she never did any such things before then, but if she gets told off for example, don’t touch the control on mama’s wheelchair! Don’t pinch aunty! Give me back my phone! No you can’t have that balloon. She throws mega tantrums. We were advised by me mam, just ignore her and let her cry until she realises she’s not gonna get her own way but she can last a good half and hour in a tantrum mode and she WELL holds grudges, but if my friend is alone and she’s trying to ignore the baby’s tantrum then people start coming over to her bein’ all ‘oooh! Do you need help! Oh you poor thing in a wheelchair with a baby! Isn’t there something we can do?!’ and if she tries to explain no, she just wants my phone, no she just wants sweets, no she just wants to play on the ride and we can’t just ignore her, she feels embarrassed - (on that I’ve noticed no one worries about other mams who aren’t in wheelchairs who REALLY could use some help while they’re trying to hold several bags and their toddler is threatening to run in front of a tram.

When the baby is told she can’t have that, don’t do that it’s dangerous, she sometimes starts screaming and then runs to me as if she’s thinking maybe I can get whatever I want out of aunty! And I want to be supportive to my friend so usually I just stand up and go No, you can’t have it. No you should listen to mama. And stand up so she can’t pull on me

And also my friend, if she starts having a tantrum say for example cos she isn’t allowed a phone, she’ll try and distract her out of the tantrum by giving her something else, getting her a balloon or sweets, is that as bad as just giving her whatever she’s after? Is it saying, ok a tantrum will result in you getting SOMETHING?

Tantrums are a phase kids need to learn. Everything that girl is doing sounds… really dang normal for a two-year-old. I mean, yeah, it could turn into a problem later, but it’s probably not due to the ~corrupting influence~ of somebody or something; it’s because she’s two. 

Kids need to learn how to deal with huge emotions and learn to calm down the same way they need to learn to walk and talk. But we’re not really told this–we’re told how to help them practice walking and how to repeat babytalk back at kids to encourage them, but not really how to encourage kids to respond during tantrums.

One system I find really good is Circle of Security; you can actually find it in the form of a parenting group where parents come in once a week for about half a year and review videotape of themselves interacting with their children so they can think about what really works and what doesn’t. 

Their core idea is that children need help with difficult emotions, and those difficult emotions are ways of saying, “Caregiver, I don’t know what to do and can’t solve this problem. Please help me.” So what kids really need during this is not things–it’s gentle adult attention.

Here’s a video with the basic idea–there are more on Youtube if you search “circle of security”.  Do you need an English transcript?

raven cycle hp au
  • gansey is ravenclaw, blue is gryffindor, adam is slytherin, and ronan sits there for ten whole minutes as the sorting hat argues with itself before he says something about wanting to be in hufflepuff and the sorting hats just like yeah ok whatever get me off your head
  • honestly you can come and fight me about any of those house decisions i would be happy to kick your ass
  • gansey’s really obsessed with this wrinkly old wizard named glendower because he thinks he saved his life when he was ten and he never got the chance to thank him
  • blue is the seeker for gryffindor and ronan is the beater for hufflepuff and they have this friendly rivalry where ronan doesn’t really care if he wins or not as long as he manages to one-up blue, and blue is hellbent on winning and will shake his hand after the game so hard it nearly comes off
  • gansey and adam cheer from the stands
  • noah’s the friendly ghost that’s always helping them get away with shit
  • blue sucks at divination even though her entire family are masters at it and she wants to fight trelawney 348398 times a day 
  • she never stops complaining about it, and ronan never stops finding it funny
  • when gansey gets onto ronan for not doing his homework/skipping class ronan just deadpans “what hell no i’m not doing any witchcraft i care about my salvation” 
  • both of adam’s parents were muggles and didn’t take the whole “guess what your sons a wizard!” thing all that well. he always comes back from summer/christmas break with bruises
  • his dad hospitalizes him in the sixth year and that’s when ronan and him have it out 
  • he works a lot of odd jobs, both magical and muggle, to pay for his books and broom. some slytherins give him a hard time for his roots, but most of them are pretty chill 
  • ronan and gansey use the invisibility cloak to walk the grounds after curfew bc they both can’t sleep
  • kavinsky is the shittiest gryffindor and blue can’t stand him
  • gansey’s always trying to buy adam’s supplies for him but he still never lets him
  • ronan doesn’t like the tension between the houses and every time dumbledore pulls the “oh well slytherin won but here’s 4839 more pts to gryff for no reason” he gets up on the table and tells dumbledore where he can shove those points 
  • i guess it’d be pretty funny if like, the gang is always getting into trouble but subsequently saving the day and dumbledore doesn’t know where to allot the extra pts bc they’re all in different houses. it basically just inflates the point market 
  • no one is ever in their own common room. they know the password to everyone’s chambers and it’s supposed to be ~taboo~ but they do it like it’s no big deal
  • ronan and adam make out in an abandoned classroom and it’s not until herbology when blue asks adam how long he’s been in hufflepuff that he realizes he put back on the wrong tie
  • blue never lets anyone live this down  

Uh, is this really where camp’s at?

This is as far as yer mum’s cash takes you, kiddo. I’m sure you know how to use those legs at your age, don’tcha?

Yeah, ok, whatever. Can you at least point me in the general direction of it?

There’s a small village that way, plenty of old croons to ask for help from. I’m outta here, good luck son.

… Dickbag.

Well, fuck it. Guess I’m walking, then. Let’s see where the hell I am first…

Hmm. 12.5 km northwest to Weehawken from where I’m standing. Could be better, could be worse.


Better get a move on. Would suck to be late on my first day, after all.

Billy Hopper’s Girl

Billy Hopper had been a regular at the diner since he moved to town. He was the quiet sort, serious faced and short on pleasantries. We didn’t even know his real name, which was odd in a community as small as ours, but Billy never offered his and he didn’t seem like he’d take kindly to being asked. Eventually, we just started calling him Hopper on account of how he never quite seemed settled. Billy got added after someone caught a brief glance at his driver’s license while he was paying for a meal and thought they saw “William” on it.

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Crossfire - Chapter Ten

Author: somemaycallmesunshine
Pairing: Young John!Michael x Prophet!Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 19k
Warnings: violence, blood, gore, anxiety attacks, angst, swearing, death, changes in season 5’s plot

A/N: Hi everyone!! Happy almost Thanksgiving to my American readers! This is mainly a filler chapter but it’s super important for future chapters… and maybe a little cliffhanger for the fun of it ;) Hope you enjoy! Parts of the episodes are weaved in through the plot with some changes for the sake of the storyline. (Visions as well as internal thoughts are in italics)

Summary: Takes place during season 5. With the apocalypse at foot, Team Free Will and the reader are doing everything in their power to stop it. But when their plans take a wrong turn, the reader gets kidnapped by none other than their enemy, Michael the archangel,

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Gabriel teleported himself to his own personal Hotel California and took a deep breath. It was now or never and boy, did he know he would rather it be never. Well, let’s get this shit show on the road. He thought and burst through the conference hall doors.

“Can’t we just all get along?” He sighed but a small smile still graced his features.

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*** (Almost) Everyone was team Juice in the poll I took 😂😂*** 

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 “So what are you going to do?” You shrugged and cuddled deeper into Juices chest. “I don’t know. I just want to stay here for a little bit longer. Figure my shit out.” Juice gave a nod and brought you in closer to his body, loving the fact that he was able to lay with you and hold you for as long as he wanted without either of you having to take off. You’d spent the night with him after leaving the house and had spent the entire day with Juice at the clubhouse. Now it was the evening and you were cuddling with Juice. You’d hung out and played pool, drank a couple of beers. You’d even arm wrestled with Kozik a couple of times, him letting you win. You enjoyed your day and had almost forgotten that at some point you were going to have to go home and speak to Evan. You just didn’t know how you were going to handle that confrontation. 

You were still furious at him for blowing you off and ignoring you once again, you were hurt after you came to terms with the fact that he truly didn’t love you and you were confused as to what to do next. Juice had feelings for you and you knew that, your feelings for him growing by the day as well. He made you happy, far happier than Evan did and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of being with someone that would love you and cherish you. You just hated the thought of throwing away the last couple of years of your life. You still had love for Evan and sometimes couldn’t imagine being without him. Sometimes change was good though and you deserved someone better.

“He cheats on me too.” Juice looked down at you with an arched eyebrow, not sure how you sounded so calm. He stayed quiet though, waiting for you to continue. This was the first time you’d ever opened up about anything personal. “Girls from his job, secretaries. He’s never been faithful. He was cheating before we even got married. I only married him because my parents were pressuring me so much and I was lonely. He used to still give me attention though. So I swept it under the rug because I was lonely. I would still cook and clean and make appearances when he needed me. I would still be the perfect wife because I didn’t want to be by myself. It wasn’t so much about losing him as a person because he never did much for me anyways but it was the comfort. The company. I didn’t want to risk it so I ignored his infidelity. It just got too old.“ 

 With a nostalgic smile, you continued. 

“I was getting coffee at the same time as Belle and they messed up our orders so we just sat down and talked. She was different but she was cool and I liked her aura. She reminded me of myself before I got with Evan and had to out up a facade. We kept talking and I let it slip how boring I thought this town was. She had laughed and then written down the address to the clubhouse, told me that there was a party that Friday and that I should come.”

Juice nodded silently, remembering back to that night. He’d seen you walk in, all humble and nervous, looking out of place. Then he’d seen the friendly croweater Belle walk up to you and hug you, bringing you to sit with her. The two of you had stayed together the whole night talking and laughing and you’d made your first real friend in town. From that day forward, you and her would always hang out together at the club parties and eventually you’d grown comfortable enough to talk to other people.

"Then I met you. Everything got crazy from there. You were just so sweet and kind and funny. You made me laugh harder than I had in years. You made me have fun. Then we got so caught up in each other that I always wanted to be here, with you. But Evan would come home from his trips and I would feel terrible. I would cry myself to sleep, feeling dirty and guilty for cheating on him but he did it too. I know that doesn’t make it right, I just…it soothed the pain. Im not happy but I don’t know if I can let go.” 

Juice rubbed his thumb along your shoulder as he heard your voice crack at the end of your sentence. He couldn’t imagine how much that weighed on you. How unhappy that must’ve made you to feel lost and stuck at the same time. He didn’t know what to say though. He wanted to tell you that everything would be ok and that you should just be with him instead of Evan but he didn’t want to add more to the mess. "It’ll be ok Y/N. You can stay here as long as you want.” With a smile and a nod, you turned your face and kissed his lips a couple of times before sitting up and running your hand through your messy hair. Juice’s warm hand ran down your spine and he sat up too, leaning behind you and kissing along your bare back.

You blushed and looked back at him over your shoulder as he continued to kiss your skin, working his way up your back to your shoulder blades and up to your neck. Just as you were about to turn around, there was a knock on the door and you both jumped away from each other, the sound startling you out of your moment of intimacy.

“Juice! You up brother? We got church.” Juice groaned as he heard Jax’s voice come through the door and told him he was coming but you simply furrowed your eyebrows with a small smile. “You guys go to church?” A throaty laugh left Juice and he shook his head. “No. It’s just a meeting we have in the club. Its not like an actual church, we just call it that.” “Oh.” You both shared a laugh and he stood from the bed, throwing on some clothes while you watched him. “I don’t know how long I’ll be but you don’t have to leave. You can hang around the clubhouse until you’re ready to go home. Or you can stay. Doesn’t matter.” You smiled at the offer but shook your head. “Actually I think I might head out. I’ve gotta face Evan sooner or later, might as well get it over with." 

Juice said nothing, hesitant to let you go home by yourself. "Are you sure you’ll be ok? He won’t get rough with you or anything right?” “No, no. He’s not like that. I’ll be fine. I promise.” Juice nodded reluctantly and leaned down to kiss you goodbye. “Call me when you get there. Try not to let him answer this time.” With a roll of your eyes and a wink from him, he left the room and you started getting dressed to head home. 


You walked in through the front door to see Evan sitting at the bar, drinking whiskey from the bottle. He turned around swiftly though as he heard you come in through the door. “Honey?” You ignored him for a moment before looking over in his direction. “I want to go take a bath.” You began to walk up the stairs but Evan jumped up and began following you. “Can I help you? I’ll wash your hair for you.” You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to face him, looking him up and down. “You’re just saying that so you can get back on my good side.” “I’m not, I swear. I’m sorry. I never realized how much I neglected you. I mean I knew I didn’t pay as much attention as I could but I never knew how much it hurt you. I see it now and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you." 

He walked closer to you slowly and you stayed looking at him, extremely skeptical. He reached out and softly caressed your cheek, his thumb reaching down to slide across your lips. You looked up at him through lost eyes and pulled away. "I want to you take me out for dinner like you said you would.” Evan agreed quickly. “Yeah, ok. We can do that. I’ll take you out for whatever you want, where ever you want to go.” “I want to go to Joes.” Evan stayed looking at you for a moment. He’d expected you to want to go to a five star restaurant, not some old diner near the desert. Regardless, he agreed. “Ok. We’ll go there. Go get ready.” You nodded and turned back around, walking up the stairs and to your bedroom to go take shower.


Evan swallowed the last of his burger and leaned back in the booth with a smile. “That was actually really good.” You made a noise of approval and ate another french fry before leaning back as well, feeling full. “Really good.” “How’d you find out about this place anyways?” You shrugged and told the truth. “I come here with a girlfriend of mine. We get milkshakes.” Evan nodded and smiled before looking down at his watch. “It’s getting pretty late, do you wanna go home? I mean we can stay out if you want…” You shook your head and took a sip of your drink. “No, we can go." 

You waited for the check to come and paid, leaving the diner and walking to the car. You both got in silently and Evan started up the engine looking at the fuel tank meter. "We need gas. You know anywhere around here that has a gas station?” You thought for a moment and then remembered the one with cheap gas about a mile down the road. “Yeah there’s one up there.” He drove off and made his way to the gas station, trying to make small talk the whole way but you were still a little distant. Finally the lights of the station came into view and Evan pulled into the empty parking lot, next to the pump. He got out and pumped the gas while you stayed inside, wondering how Juice’s church thing went. Evan finished pumping the gas and walked across the lot, to your side of the car and tapped on the window. “I’m gonna go in and pay. You want anything?” “Surprise me.” Evan smiled at you and for the first time that night,you smiled back. He stood back up straight and turned around, going into the building to pay and leaving you outside in the car.

He had only been inside for a couple seconds when a black van pulled up right outside of your door on the right. You looked over out of your window with wide eyes to see the side door slam open and two guys wearing all black jump out, one of them yanking your door open and dragging you out of the car as you screamed. You fought and struggled but you weren’t strong enough to fight off both of them at the same time and they quickly shoved you into the van, your shoe falling off of your foot and onto the pavement as you kicked around. With you inside and restrained by now three men, they slammed the door shut behind you and peeled out of the parking lot, tires screeching just as Evan ran out. 

He screamed out your name and tried running after the van but the man in the passenger side rolled down the window and aimed a MAC-10 out, spraying bullets towards him. He ducked down into behind the car and by the time he stood back up they were already back on the road, speeding off into the night. The cashier from the shop came out with wide eyes and stared after the van as well having seen what happened from inside. “I’ll call the cops.” He ran back inside while Evan stood in shock, tears in his eyes. He looked down to see your shoe lying on the ground and picked it up, clutching it to his chest and watching as the far away headlights disappeared. He walked over to the car and looked down to see your purse on the seat, its contents spilled out and your phone on the floor. 

He thought back to what Mrs. Johnson had said, about how her daughter had seen some guy on a Harley leaving the house once while he was away on business. What if this had something to do with him? His mind was racing and all of the the sudden, something stuck out to him. Was the guy Juice on the phone the one who was at the house? Was he the one who just took you? He felt like things were starting to make some sense. 

The clothes you had, jeans and t shirts like what you used to wear before you got married instead of heels and dresses. The way you weren’t as sad anymore when he would go away on business. The way you knew rock songs on the radio that he didn’t even know you listened to. You were hanging out with this guy when he was away and that was how you’d made all these new friends. Apparently you’d made some enemies too though and Evan angrily reached down, picking up your phone and looking for Juices number before dialing.

u know the longer i think about trucy wright the more fascinating she is to me

like?? she literally adopted phoenix as her new dad w/o a care in the world. she straight up said “welp my old papa is out of the picture and yeah u just lost ur job but how would u like to be a single dad??? great that’s what i thought ok im moving in tonight” and i mean yeah she was really young at the time and phoenix was fine with it obvs but ??? i get the feeling that most eight-year-olds wouldnt just willingly go from one daddy to another within the span of a few hours, unless she had desperately *wanted* a new family for whatever reason, which is… frankly just. very troubling

i just wonder about her so much. is she really that well-adjusted or is she just good at hiding it. most ace attorney characters are v good at putting up façades and barriers to hide their pain but i feel like trucy is just… different somehow. i mean the girl is basically from hogwarts and she uses her panties as a purse and she trained herself in throwing knives w/o her father knowing about it for christ’s sake, like what has this girl been preparing for all her life, how does she even see the world

Something that really piss me off is people calling Ciel insensitive. He’s not. He’s reserved because he’s being through so much pain and because every friend he makes, or is either dead, or in a place he didn’t intended to stay, too adult, or going into the Queen’s claws. Soma is the exception. And he doesn’t dismiss Soma, it’s just that Soma is too clutchy for him. Some people simply doesn’t like to be touched by other, and Ciel is one of them.

I also dislike a lot when people says he doesn’t care about his servants. I mean, the guy had the power to choose the name for both of then, since Mey-Rin, Bard, Tanaka and Snake came all along with their names/nicknames. What does he does? He puts one of them Sebastian, the name of his dog. Ok, I don’t get why on hell this mean he sees him as less. Sebastian The Dog was probably his best friend in the world. It was a compliment, being honest. The other one? He puts him a name of a book, a book that he probably enjoyed.

That means he really was putting his heart into putting his servants the best names he, a ten years old (or whatever the age he had in the event with Finny) could thought of.

So yeah, fuck that thought that Ciel is insensitive and doesn’t feel or doesn’t care, and take it away where I can’t see it.

Mr. Pharmacist-Man

Hey all. So I ‘think’–keyword being ‘think’ here– that this will be my first attempt at something longer than just a oneshot. If I ever get around to parts 2 and 3 lol. Again for my good good friend @zerononiku because she’s awesome and was the one with the pharmacist au idea ^^ Enjoy!

Tsukki watched as Akaashi arranged a few bottles of hydrogen peroxide. It was amazing how he could make the most mundane things look so…beautiful. Tsukishima snapped his head back to his own work, twiddling his fingers and trying to look busy. 

“Did Mrs. Clearwater come in today?” Akaashi asked, making his way back behind the counter.

Tsukishima nodded, “Cough drops and mints, as always.”

“I keep telling her they’re not candy.” 

Kei let out a small chuckle, “At her age I think it’s a bit too late to convince her otherwise.” 

Keiji let out a sigh of defeat, but agreed with his coworker nonetheless. The two continued on in their work, until the generally quiet pharmacy was interrupted by rather boisterous laughter. Kei noticed Akaashi tense, his motions becoming more forced. Two men entered, one Tsukishima recognized as Akaashi’s boyfriend, but the other he’d never seen before. He was rather handsome regardless, tall and rather well built. Kei watched as he leaned over to whisper something to Akaashi’s boyfriend, but Tsukki didn’t quite catch it.

Kei couldn’t remember Akaashi’s boyfriend’s name for the life of him though. Which was sort of embarrassing,and certainly would be if the spiked haired man decided to address him. But Tsukishima had nothing to worry about, since the owl strolled right up to Akaashi, leaning against the counter in what Kei assumed was an attempt to be seductive. 

“Helloooo Mr. Pharmacist-Man.”

Akaashi’s face deadpanned. “Bokuto-san.”

Ah, that’s what it was. He’d have to try and remember–

“Hey there.”

Tsukki’s heart caught in his throat, only just now realizing how goddamn attractive this guy was. Handsome wasn’t strong enough a word. 

“May I help you?” he asked politely, routine and custom overpowering his momentary boy-crush moment.

The man gave a grin that reminded Kei of the cheshire cat. “Magnum, please.”

For a moment Kei had no idea what the tall man with the unkempt hair was talking about. But his cheeks warmed– he knew because he could feel how pink they were– when he realized that this cat-like man was referring to the condoms beneath the counter. 

Tsukishima gave a curt nod before reaching for his keys and then unlocking the little glass cabinet under him. He reached for the regular 3-pack when he heard an “Ah’ followed by some throat clearing. He looked up, and despite having the counter to separate them, Kei couldn’t help but find the eye contact invasive and slightly awkward. “The 64-pack.”

Tsukishima completely reddened at that, irritated by how hot his face felt, but quickly grabbed the box and put it on the counter. “Will there be anything else, sir?” he said, with a clear of his own throat.

The male raised an eyebrow, showing off a smirk that gave Tsukishima electrifying shivers down his spine. “Sir? Hoho, I kinda like that,” he leaned in, showing off his teeth, “But how ‘bout you wait till you’re under me first?”

Tsukki thought he’d actually died the way his heart stopped beating and the fact that he forgot to breathe. But Bokuto’s obnoxious ‘ohoho’ as he tossed his arm around his friend confirmed to Tsukishima that he had not, in fact, died. 

“Nice one Kuroo! Smooth as hell!”

“Bokuto-san. Kuroo-san,” Akaashi shot the two men a look that seemed to chill the room, “Please stop. You are in public domain.” 

Bokuto whined. 

Kuroo gave a low grunt. “You said you’d get me a date with this guy Keiji. It’s already been two weeks!” Then, as though realizing what he’d just said, Kuroo turned back to the blonde, his face paling. “I mean wh–”

Bokuto leaned over the counter, his face a bit too close for comfort, “Oi! You should date my friend!”


The owl pouted, “Wah, Akaashi, you’re no fun–”

“I”m sorry Tsukishima-kun. These two can get a bit ahead of themselves.” 

“Tsukishima?” Kuroo interrupted, “Is that your name?”

“…Tsukishima Kei.” he replied hesitantly.

“Ah um!” he offered his hand, “Kuroo Tetsurou!”

“Nice to meet you.” Tsukishima said, briefly shaking hands with the stranger.

“That’s a nice name. Kei-chan’s got a nice ring to it.”

“Please don’t call me that.” Kei managed to get out rather flatly, despite the fact that his heart had caught in his throat.

“Hm? Tsukki then? It’s shorter than Tsukishima.” He showed off a lopsided grin that made Kei’s stomach flop. 


“Hey, how about it though? The date, I mean.” 

For a moment Kei almost wanted to say yes. But habit had already shaped the word ‘no’ onto his lips. 

That is, until his eyes flickered to the box that was still on the counter. “What do you need so many condoms for if you’re not dating anyone?”

The handsome persona seemed to crack. “Ah, um, well I don’t really. I mean it was Bokuto’s idea. Not that I don’t have sex! I fuck plenty. But not like that much! I mean…” his voice trailed off, and it took all Tsukki had to not snicker. 

Kuroo cleared his throat, trying to recover, “Maybe you can help me put ‘em to use though?” 

Tsukishima did nothing but blink. How could those dark eyes go from dork to demigod in a matter of moments? But just as quickly as they had lit up they again began to fade, a weird feeling tugging at Tsukki’s chest all the while.

“Shit,” Kuroo exhaled, “I’m not very good at this,” he flashed Kei a smile meant to hide his disappointment while he ran a nervous hand through his hair, “Um, sorry to bother you.” 

Kuroo turned around, and Tsukishima was more than ready to have this guy leave the store already, but at the same time, there was a strange sort of anxiety bubbling at the base of his throat. “I get off at seven.” 

Shit. Where did that come from? And did his voice seriously just crack? How old was he?

Kuroo whirled around so fast and with such a happy grin that Kei couldn’t stop the rapid beating in his chest even if he wanted to. 

“Really?” he cleared his throat, “I mean. Yeah. That’s cool. I’ll pick you up.”

“I have a  car.”

“I’ll be here anyway.” he insisted, his smile not once dropping from his face.

“Whatever you want.” Kei muttered, trying to sound careless.

“Ok! Seven, then. Later Tsukki!”

“Don’t call me–”

The little ringing of the bell let everyone know that the pair of rambunctious boys had already left. 

Akaashi sighed. “Honestly. They didn’t even buy anything.” He shook his head, eyeing Kei in search for a nod of agreement. 

But Tsukishima couldn’t bear to look at Akaashi as he returned the box of condoms to the cabinet.

“I hope you know what you’re getting into.” Keiji warned.

Me too, Kei thought. Me too. 

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Texting Convos: Harry's Birthday



Are you drunk?^^

Nooooo, whuy?

:D No idea. So how’s your party?

Looook at my cakeeeeeeee

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Wow, that’s amazing! Looks good! And the football because of the superbowl?

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Now You've Got To Breathe: Carpe Diem

Submitted by: keep-yourwingscas

Description: After the accident that took his parent’s life, Stiles locked himself in his own dark and private world, alone with his demons. When a certain strawberry blonde enters his life, there’s nothing he can do but watch as she breaks his walls.

Rating: K+

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

[Prologue] [Chips] [Starting Sessions] [Hold Your Tongue] [Needing a Break] [Hard to Breathe] [Changing of the Seasons] [No Secrets] [Rainy] [Waffles and Grease] [Stop Hiding] [Texting] [Better Than Daisies] [Carpe Diem] 

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Prompt: Phil does a lot of traveling and while hes in London he meets Dan and for the night they are captivated by eachother and Phil is photographer and they take a ton of pictures together (but mostly of Dan) and now that’s all Phil has to remember him by and he looks at the pictures all the time and its been 2 years and Phil is back in London to try and find Dan again because hes fallen in love with him through the pictures.

Word Count: 3,080

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: first multi chapter fic!! i wrote this all in one day bc i was ill. the more people who like this, the sooner i’ll upload the next chapter!! i need to know that people are actually liking this fic :)

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Change- A Sam Wilkinson Fanfic- Chapter 24

So, hey guys i’m so sorry i hadn’t been posting lately. I’ve been full of exams and i knpw that’s not an excuse but anyway here is chapter 24 and later today I’ll post 25! so yay! I’ll also make a couple of preferences and ships. If i have time I’ll write some imagines, so please request them in my inbox now! I’m so sorry guys but thank you for everything! ilysm

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Chapter 24

“Only friends, huh?” Gilinsky asked me while he walked me home back from the Mall. The sun was almost completely hidden and the first stars were shinning. “That’s not good”

“Jack, it is good. At least is better this way”

“Ok, so we will play to see how long you will last without throwing yourself over Sam. Johnson and I have already made our bets.”

“Oh my God, you truly are five years old” I laughed and rolled my eyes, “And I’m not going to throw myself over Sam by the way”

“Oh, yeah y/n, whatever you say” he chuckled and I punched his arm. “But what I really mean is that you are going to get back together eventually”

“Maybe” I half smile trying to sound mysterious.

“But now that you are friends, you know that he can go around making out with other girls freely, right?” he raised his eyebrows. Damn, why did he have to mention that? Yeah, I was slightly worried but there was nothing I could actually do, right?

“Yeah I know”

“And you are not worried?”


“Not even a tiny bit?”

“Zero” I smiled at him as we reached the door of my house. I quickly slipped inside to meet my mother in the kitchen.

“Hey mom” I exclaimed while I grabbed an apple from the counter.

“How was the History Project?” she asked while she leafed through a fashion magazine’s pages.

“It was good, we are almost done with it”

“You are grounded”

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me young lady, I’m so tired of all your lies and sneaking around behind my back. I don’t know what’s wrong with you, I don’t know if it is that Sam boy, or your new friends but you need to change your behavior and I’m talking very seriously. You are grounded for two weeks, no parties, no Mall, no getting out of the house. Only for school, do you hear me?”

“What the hell mom? You do understand you are grounding me for no reason, right?”

“Your History project with Jenn”

“What about it?”

“I thought it was Biology, and of course, I know understand there was no project at all” I froze. Shit, how could I be so stupid? Of course, it was Biology. “And you walked back home with a random guy. I truly don’t know what to think about you anymore. Go to your room, now”



I couldn’t believe her. I lied to her, okay, I’ll admit that but she just can’t ground me without me explaining what happened. I simply turned around and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. But in the way I bumped into Tyler, who had his headphones on and seemed really confused but opened his eyes widely when he saw me.

“Hey we need to talk sis”

“Not now”

“Yeah now” he pulled me inside his room and closed the door behind us. I turned around and oh, guess who was there. I rolled my eyes while I sat on his chair.

“Why is he still here?” I asked pointing at Isaac.

“Doesn’t matter, anyway, I wanted to apologize to you for hitting that douchebag”

“What?” He was trying to apologize…? Ok, that was weird.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have just hit him, I probably should have killed him” he and Isaac burst out laughing and I rolled my eyes.

“You are five years old Tyler”

“Come on, it was funny” Isaac exclaimed and I rolled my eyes trying to avoid any visual contact with him.

“No it wasn’t Campbell”

“You still pissed babe?” He said and Tyler chuckled

“You call me babe again and I swear to God that I will rip your eyes off and staple them to your…” I was so closed to him that my brother had to pick me up and push me away.

 “Woah chill y/n” Ty said laughing.

“I seriously want him out of the house”

“Well that’s not happening” Isaac laughed, “I’m staying here for a week”


“Yeah, my house is being remodeled and your parents told mine it was fine if I stayed here for a couple days”

“Please tell me I’m dreaming”

“Anyway, you will have to get along with him” Tyler exclaimed


“Come on” he said, “He is my best friend”

“No way, bye” I exclaimed while I slammed his door behind me.


 I sat on my bed while I scrolled down my phone. Why did everything have to turn out bad for me? First, Sam and I were just friends, which I guessed was good but I didn’t think I could handle it for much time. Then, I was grounded for two whole weeks and I couldn’t get out of my house and consequently, I had to spend more time with Isaac. I sighed as I lied down in my bed. My phone suddenly vibrated, so I picked it up and saw that Sam was calling me. I quickly answered it.

“Hey Sam”

“Hi babe, I was wondering if you would like to go somewhere? Just as friends of course…”

“I wished I could my friend, but I’m grounded and I can’t get out of my house so yay”

“Damn, what have you done this time?”

“It doesn’t matter, anyway sorry”

“What for? If you can’t have fun, I’ll take the fun to you. Be there in 10”

“What? Sam, no I…” he hung up.

I tried to call him again but he didn’t pick up. Damn, how the hell was he planning to come here without being noticed? 

happilysammy  asked:

Would you ever write J2? Not as a ship. Since I know you don't. :)) If you do, J2 arguing whose apartment to use to watch and livestream? :) If not, Sam teasing Dean more on his and Crowley's "Summer of Love" with Dean picking up on Sam's jealousy. :)))

‘We should do facetime or something tonight,’ says Jensen, out of the blue, on one of the breaks where they just sit in the car instead of going into the catering tent. They’re not hungry anyway - Jared brought Caramilk bars today because he’s just discovered them (’you’ve lived in Canada ten years and haven’t had a Caramilk bar?’ the girl at the gas station had said, after she’d asked for a picture), and they’ve been eating them off and on all day. 

‘Facetime?’ says Jared, voice lilting up. ‘With - huh? With Jaybird?’ 

‘No!’ says Jensen, still a little Dean-gruff. ‘With, y’know. The fans. Facebook.’ 

‘You can’t Facetime Facebook,’ says Jared, and laughs at the not-really-a-joke. ‘Facetime Facebook. Facebook Facetime.’

‘OK, OK,’ Jensen grumbles, ‘whatever you kids call it. Talk to the fans.’ 

Jared thinks for about half a second. 

‘Fuck yeah,’ he agrees. ‘We can do it after and it’ll be live so we can, um, we can take questions, and - ok but this means you gotta ease up on the booze, old man.’ 

‘Shut your face,’ says Jensen, agreeably. There’s comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. Jared scrolls through the newest pics of Shep destroying Tom’s Lego creations. 

‘You want pizza?’ he says, after a minute. ‘There’s a new place just over from my apartment. They have that pesto stuff you like.’

‘Nah, come to my place,’ says Jensen, ‘I gotta bottle of that scotch we tried in LA, remember?’

‘Ooooh.’ Jared remembers. ‘If I come over - OK - but we can’t drink the whole bottle, man, we can’t. Remember what happened last time.’ 

Jensen just casts a long, affectionate glance sidelong at him and grins into his collar. 

‘Don’t you worry, my boy,’ he says. ‘I’ve had my annual tie-round-the-head. We’re good.’

anonymous asked:

apart from the very last sentence the anon who wrote that message might still be right though. that scene can be seen from a not johnlock point of view as well.

yeah if you take it out of context that series 3 (and s2 as well to be exact) provides. i’m not saying everyone should ship johnlock because that’s the only true ship, ship whatever you want or don’t ship anything at all, i really don’t care ok your ships are your business as the old tumblr saying goes. but denying the facts is a whole different thing. maybe let’s take it the other way round. sherlock lets his career and everything he’s worked for desintegrate, suffers 2 years of tortures and exile of a kind, comes back and doesn’t say a word about it (supposedly he should right, he tends to overdramatise things, so why didn’t he?) because he wants john’s forgiveness to be an act of john’s will only, he runs into fire without hesitating even for a second to save him, relapses, goes back to life because john is in danger, saves john’s marriage sacrificing his own health and life and finally kills a man, being well aware what it will mean for him. and now: why would he do all that? sure you can say john is his best friend, but now say all the things sherlock did for john out loud and then say “because john is his best mate” it just sounds ridiculous, you sure do a lot for your friends but this is just beyond anyone would be willing to do. it’s obvious he loves him. now after s3 i’m saying he is in love with him because his romantically emotional devotion to john is fairly obvious. being in love doesn’t imply anything sexual though, because that seems to be most people’s problem. while in fact i think the writers are suggesting sherlock isn’t asexual (the porn preferences thing magnussen sees, it’s either normal or none; sherlock’s is normal) but that thing aside, it’s still undeniable sherlock is romantically involved. there’s this scene in tsot and it’s honestly like a slap in the face because mycroft (who is never wrong, as sherlock himself says later) says he warned sherlock not to get involved. i honestly can’t think of a more obvious way to tell us that sherlock is basically head over heels in love.