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cwpanaid​:

      I’m new to the whole pick people up in bars things,  Spencer had mentioned which is a sudden relief on his end.  Alcohol had been his liquor of courage until it wore it around midnight.  And in the morning,  Ianto felt that familiar feeling of awkwardness along with its friendly neighbour: embarrassment.  However,  he felt like he managed it well with his typical composure and a good cup of coffee to calm the nerves.  “Guess that makes me feel a little better.”  Ianto said before taking a big gulp of his coffee. 

Ianto glanced a little,  his cheeks burned,  and his heart didn’t want to settle.   “Oh.”  The Welshman murmurs quietly,  eyes darting back to his cup;  pretending to inspect it in favour of not staring like an idiot.   “Sure,  I should get dressed too - can’t go out in my undies or this silly ol’ t shirt.” 

Once Spencer had left ( with the sheet ),  Ianto finished his coffee in a rush before going around tidying stuff up.  He hates to think that his untidy flat could give a bad impression:  “There.”  Bed was tidy;  it was just simply lacking the sheet,  but that was fine. Then he used whatever time he had to tidy himself up. 

Ianto shoves on some jeans,  the tighter kind ( recommended by a certain other Jones that commented on his tush. )  and then pulls the t shirt over his head,  added some deodorant:  “god that’s cold.”  to himself so he could at least smell decent and then he grabs whatever shirt he can find,  puts it on and then grabs his jacket to complete the look.   

preoccupied  with  the  idea  of  taking  a  shower  ,  spencer  missed  how  ianto’s  eyes  were  tempted  to  linger  before  they  purposefully  stared  into  his  own  cup  of  coffee.  he  grabbed  his  clothes  before  heading  into  the  bathroom  ,  knowing  that  they  were  going  to  be  crinkled  to  all  hell  ,  and  so  he’s  glad  that  he  won’t  have  to  see  any  of  his  teammates  until  after  he’s  gone  back  to  america.

(  not  that  they’d  expect  this  from  him  ,  considering  they  ,  in  some  ways  ,  still  think  of  him  as  a  little  kid  ,  but  if  they  could  see  him  in  a  wrinkled  suit  ,  they’d  definitely  be  able  to  figure  out  what  happened.  ).

hearing  the  normal  clatter  that  comes  from  someone  cleaning  up  ,  spencer  takes  a  bit  longer  in  the  shower  than  he  normally  would  ,  trying  to  not  read  ianto’s  behaviour  from  his  chosen  toilettes.  after  his  shower  ,  he  wears  his  suit  (  having  gone  straight  to  the  bar  from  lecturing  ...  )  and  winces  as  he  takes  in  his  fluffier  than  normal  hair  after  towel  drying  it.  he  runs  his  hands  through  it  ,  trying  to  calm  it  down  ,  but  it  just  fell  flat  in  certain  places  and  kept  the  poof  in  others.

exiting  from  the  bathroom  ,  he  smiles  when  he  sees  ianto  fully  dressed  and  seemingly  ready  to  go.  ‘  do  you  have  any  recommendations  ?  i’ve  only  been  here  a  few  times  ,  and  i’ve  mostly  just  eaten  out  of  my  hotel.  ’

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❛  should a white object suddenly appear within the dark void… that’d be MYSTERIOUS, wouldn’t it ?  ❜   —   快斗  /  キッド  ·  MAGIC KAITO  ·  DETECTIVE CONAN  ·  BY AOYAMA GOSHO  .

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multiversal​:

saguru inclines his head at the comment, acknowledging the truth in it. its a skill and an art, knowing the correct angles to hit the ball doesn’t mean one can properly hit the balls and get the desired result. it was something he’d picked up easily at a young age, but he’s seen more than enough people struggle to know he is - as he is in many things - an exception rather than a rule. “perhaps an online league would be ideal for you. that becomes entirely a matter of math and proper manipulation of a mouse, i’ve been told.”

‘  probably.  though  ,  i  play  more  of  online  poker  with  bots  ,  ’  kaito  admits.  playing  online  pool  would  probably  be  too  easy  for  him  very  quickly  ,  and  he’d  get  bored  of  it  fast.  at  least  he  can  usually  get  one  ball  in  naturally  now  without  having  to  manipulate  the  board  or  the  balls  with  wires.  he  wonders  if  he  could  pretend  to  be  hustling  hakuba  this  entire  time  ,  but  ...  no  ,  the  other  would  figure  it  out  sooner  rather  than  later.  ‘  but  i  bet  i’d  kick  your  ass  at  darts.  ’

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@multiversal​  asked:  "it's okay, kaito." aoko doesn't unwrap her arms from around him. so long as they're hugging, he can't see the worry on her face. she can't put a day and time on when she knew, but there was only so long she could live in denial knowing the lengths the people she loved were going to when she couldn't do anything to help. "it's... it's okay. i just want you to be careful."

there’s  a  part  of  him  that  had  hoped  that  aoko  was  never  going  to  learn  the  truth  ,  just  as  there  had  been  a  part  of  him  that  knew  that  he  couldn’t  keep  it  hidden  from  her  for  long.  he’d  know  that  it  would  ...  hurt  ,  because  kaito’s  been  lying  to  her  ,  because  she’d  have  to  choose  between  turning  kaito  in  and  lying  to  her  dad  ,  and  he  wanted  to  spare  her  from  that  pain  for  as  long  as  possible  ,  knowing  that  delaying  it  would  only  make  it  worse.  

he  had  closed  his  eyes  and  just  taken  it  when  she  was  hitting  him  because  he  knew  he  deserved  it  ,  but  it’s  because  of  the  fact  that  he  closed  his  eyes  that  it  surprised  him  to  hear  the  clatter  of  the  mop  and  the  feeling  of  her  arms  around  him.  automatically  ,  unconsciously  ,  he  ducked  his  head  into  her  shoulder  ,  the  scent  of  strawberry  and  vanilla  strong  in  his  nose.  he  clings  back  ,  arms  circling  around  her  waist  as  he  sighs.

‘  i  try  ,  ’  kaito  says  ,  and  it  is  the  truth.  kevlar  lining  his  suits  ,  making  sure  that  he  wears  a  vest  when  he  knows  snake  and  his  men  are  going  to  show  up  ,  even  if  it  still  fit  awkwardly  on  him  (  made  for  his  dad  rather  than  him  ).  ‘  i’m  sorry  ,  aoko.  ’

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multiversal​:

“i’m almost surprised you can’t feel it, considering your observation skills.” he muses absently, chasing the tattered connection with an internal desperation that translates only to a deepening of his intense expression. “the ship is alive. there’s a connection between me and it, though the exact means to restablish the bond isn’t-” he cuts himself off. an admission of weakness was not what he wanted to make so openly.

saguru shakes his head minutely, turning to face his - friend? rival? (classmate is too distant at this point and part of him hates that) - and considering the room around them. “i would also like to return us to japan as soon as possible, in case you doubted that.”

kaito  frowns  ,  but  it’s  not  at  the  directed  insult.  now  that  hakuba’s  mentioned  it  ...  he  can  sense  an  awareness  ,  just  poking  slightly  into  his  mind.  he  doesn’t  hear  the  rest  of  hakuba’s  words  (  although  ,  a  part  of  him  notes  it  ,  and  hakuba’s  body  language  ,  for  later  musing  ),  focusing  solely  on  the  presence  that  he  can  feel  in  his  mind.  and  ,  the  moment  he  does  --  

a  rush  of  knowledge  and  images  rush  into  his  head  ,  and  kaito’s  almost  dizzy  with  it.  he  unconsciously  reaches  out  to  grab  the  bottom  of  his  seat  with  one  hand  as  the  other  reaches  for  his  head.  ‘  whoa  ,  ’  he  says  unconsciously  ,  blinking  ,  and  the  presence  starts  to  reside.  he  blinks  rapidly  ,  glancing  up  as  he  relaxes  his  hands  ,  to  look  straight  at  hakuba.  ‘  um  ,  i  think  your  ship  just  taught  me  how  to  fly  her  ?  ’

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multiversal​:

“kuroba, when you’ve suddenly learned that you aren’t actually human, you can begin to judge me.” his composure is more fragile than saguru has ever been comfortable with it being, but there’s too much that he’s clearly become unaccustomed to in his senses that he needs to adjust to. kuroba was, however loathe he was to admit it, both the best and worst person to be stuck in this situation with. his classmate is a quick thinker and crafty, unfailingly calm even in the most chaotic of situations.

he moves around the console, willing himself to connect with the ship. he can feel it on the edge of his mind but whatever link there’s meant to be between him and it is tenuous at best, frayed with disuse and something else that escapes saguru’s definition at the moment. 

kaito’s  eyebrows  furrow  as  he  watches  hakuba  pace  around  the  console.  he’s  been  doing  it  for  a  while  ,  but  there’s  an  air  of  concentration  around  him  that’s  noticeably  different.  he  sits  up  a  little  from  where  he  had  been  slouching  against  a  chair  ,  grabbing  the  five  balls  he  had  been  absent-mindedly  juggling  and  hiding  them  back  in  their  original  places. 

‘  what  are  you  trying  to  do  ?  ’  kaito  asks.  ‘  maybe  if  you  think  out  loud  ,  it’ll  work  a  bit  better  ?  jog  your  memory  ?  or  by  talking  back  and  forth  ,  i  could  say  something  that  might  trigger  something  ?  ’

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multiversal​:

“all of time and space. everything that ever happened or ever will-” a long pause “and we’re stuck orbiting pluto.”

‘  isn’t  this  your  ship  ?  shouldn’t  you  know  how  to  drive  this  thing  ?  ’  kaito  asks.  if  someone  had  told  him  about  a  week  ago  that  hakuba  would  turn  to  be  some  sort  of  alien  that  could  travel  in  time  and  space  and  his  grandfather  clock  was  a  spaceship  ,  he  would  have  laughed  in  their  face.  (  he  also  laughed  in  koizumi’s  face  when  she  said  she  was  a  witch  ,  which  was  a  bad  thing  ,  so  maybe  he  needs  to  stop  expecting  his  classmates  to  be  normal  ).

he  knows  hakuba’s  been  having  some  trouble  with  the  transition  from  human  to  alien  ,  knows  that  he  has  absolutely  no  idea  what  he  was  doing  ,  and  maybe  it  was  in  part  kaito’s  fault  for  following  hakuba  ,  but  he  just  really  wanted  to  be  back  in  japan.

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ANDREW GARFIELD as Peter Parker THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN (2012) dir. Marc Webb

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@tanteichi​  asked:  accidental  mistletoe  for  shinichi  and  hakuba  because  i just  think  its  hilarious.

there’s  a  voice  (  probably  kuroba  throwing  and  disguising  his  voice  )  out  from  the  crowd  ,  pointing  out  that  he  and  kudō-kun  were  underneath  the  mistletoe  ,  and  that  caused  everyone  in  the  party  to  turn  around  and  look  at  the  two  of  them  as  saguru  glances  up  to  see  --  well  ,  yes  ,  there  was  cleverly  disguised  mistletoe  there.  

he  glances  at  kudō-kun  ,  gives  a  little  bit  of  a  mental  shrug  ,  and  then  leans  in  to  peck  him  briefly  on  the  corner  of  his  mouth.  (  he’s  not  quite  forward  enough  to  just  kiss  the  other  on  the  lips  ,  even  for  a  quick  mistletoe  peck  ,  without  asking  first  ).  ‘  merry  christmas  ,  ’  saguru  intones  dryly  as  the  whistles  and  catcalls  are  being  thrown  in  their  direction  from  the  other  party  goers.

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send me   ‘ mistletoe ’   for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.   specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose.

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♡ ULTIMATE SHIPS MEME ♡ : The First OTP [1/1] ↳ Syaoran Li & Sakura Kinomoto, Cardcaptor Sakura (1998-2000)

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enter  your  character’s  name  in  the  unsent  project  archive  ,  &  pick  out  your  favourites.

another  favourite  (  n.sfw //  w.atersports  ).

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break  my  muse  with  one  message.

anonymous  asked:  spencer  ,  you’re  just  the  rambling  black  sheep  of  the  team.  let’s  be  honest  --  how  many  of  them  even  care  about  you  ?  they  all  shut  you  up  or  stop  listening  to  the  information  you  want  to  share.  they  make  fun  of  you  ,  they  push  you  to  the  side.  did  they  even  notice  when  you  were  struggling  quietly  ?  they’re  not  your  friends.  and  they  don’t  care  about  you.

‘  ...  well  ,  to  be  fair  ,  if  morgan  decided  to  ramble  on  about  --  oh  ,  i  don’t  know  --  baseball  statistics  ,  i  wouldn’t  find  it  quite  interesting  either  ,  ’  spencer  says  ,  raising  an  eyebrow.  well  ,  that  was  a  lie  (  spencer  found  most  information  interesting  and  necessary  --  there  have  been  quite  a  number  of  cases  where  spencer’s  obscure  knowledge  helped  them  solve  the  case  )  ,  but  ...  it  wasn’t  as  if  the  person’s  message  rattled  him  either.  

spencer  wasn’t  a  ten  year  old  kid  any  longer  and  ,  yeah  ,  sometimes  it  stung  when  his  teammates  would  just  walk  away  in  the  middle  of  him  speaking  rather  than  be  an  adult  and  tell  him  flat  out  that  they  weren’t  interested  ,  but  ...  it’s  nothing  he  isn’t  used  to.

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cardcaptr​:

              “     Mmm  …    something tells me that won’t work  …    ”      she muses with a sigh.    With how spiteful her brother can be at times,   she can see him still eating things he hates with a brave face,   all for the sake of getting a reaction out of her.      And she falls for it every time.        “     He’ll just eat it anyway and pretend he likes it.     ”

‘  ...  hm...  ’  xiaolang  crosses  his  arms  as  he  furrows  his  eyebrows  ,  trying  to  think  of  the  best  possible  way  to  get  the  older  kinomoto  away  from  kinomoto’s  food.  ‘  maybe  make  something  super  salty  or  super  sour  ?  because  even  if  he  takes  it  from  you  ,  at  least  he’d  have  to  really  try  hard  to  keep  a  blank  face  ...  ’

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cardcaptr​:

             “    Did your sisters ever steal your food ?    ”     Question brought on out of  curiosity,   as gaze moves to look towards him.    There’s an annoyed pout,   reminiscing on the exact moment hours prior in the morning,   where Toya stole her last remaining piece of egg.     “    Onii - chan steals my food all the time.  ”       …    @yoakkemae​ for xiaolang

‘  ...  no  ,  that  would  require  them  eating  more  than  a  few  bites.  ’  xiaolang  glances  at  kinomoto  ,  taking  in  the  annoyed  pout.  ‘  you  could  always  develop  a  taste  for  something  he  hates  or  can’t  eat.  if  he  hates  it  ,  he’s  less  likely  to  steal  it.  ’  perhaps  spiteful  in  certain  ways  ,  and  it  would  certainly  have  some  repercussions  ,  depending  on  what  it  was.

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fukainoumi​:

            ❝   you have a habit of knowing the right thing to say, Tsubasa. whether i want to hear it or not, you manage to say exactly the words i’m looking for.   ❞   compliment serving only to preen the so called cat currently nestled in Tsubasa’s lap, a grin hidden beneath press of face to chest now that he’s twisted around to rest his cheek ‘pon it.    ❝   still, sometimes being alone is good too. i know you like to be, so i’m trying not to impose too often on you.   ❞

‘  i  don’t  know  if  i  usually  desire  to  be  alone  ,  ’  he  muses  quietly  ,  the  fond  look  fading  as  he  ...  remembers.  almost  like  fai  and  the  mage  ,  he  was  trapped  but  --  certainly  not  as  long  as  they  had  been.  (  being  alone  is  ,  perhaps  ,  one  of  his  greatest  fears  ,  but  ...  ).  his  hand  automatically moves  to  part  fai’s  hair  ,  to  pull  the  lock  that  was  covering  his  eye  ,  and  he  smiles  down  at  the  other  ,  but  it’s  a  little  bit  sadder  this  time.  ‘  i  just  ...  need  to  find  a  way  to  get  them  back.  ’