#// I TOOK THIS TWICE AND GOT THE SAME THING HMMMMMM

[dnawield--a]

WHICH PREDATOR DOES YOUR ANGER BRING OUT?

Black Mamba

For the most part, you are totally shy and don't go looking for any trouble, but when someone confronts you, it is game on. When someone makes you mad, you don't stop until that person is destroyed entirely. Just like the Black Mamba, when you bite back, it is pretty much always fatal for your opponent.

tagged by: I STOLE IT!!! A BUNCH OF PEEPS DID IT THAT I HAVE LIKED SO I JUST- tagging: BE GAY DO CRIME

[peach-pops]

Confessing to their Roommate HC

Request: Can I please request a follow up to your roommate headcanons where Bokuto and Kuroo fall for y/n? Oikawa too if you want even though she seemed more interested in Iwa. Thank you💚💚💚 ||  Can you write pt 2 for roommate hcs and make it romantic? Thanks!

Author’s Note:  Thank you so much for the request! I still decided to write for Oikawa too cause I can’t help it I love him just as much. These two parts aren’t connected but if you haven’t read the “platonic” roommate version, read it here! Also someone asked for NSFW but I changed it to be more SFW! Hope that’s okay! 

Warnings:  mentions of sexual partners, naked shower interaction, sexual innuendo

Pairing: Kuroo || Oikawa || Bokuto 

-Kuroo

Okay, so you know how Oikawa developed feelings for you while living together? Well my boy Kuroo isn’t as slick, this boy willingly moved in with you KNOWING FULL WELL he had feelings

And this boy had been crushing on you for years but has ever admitted it to you because he values what you two have. This doesn’t stop him from leaving little signs that are painfully obvious

It was about to be exactly one year since you two moved in together so Kuroo decided to do something special. You came home from hanging out with your friends to find him setting up a flower arrangement in the kitchen 

“ Who are the flowers for?”

“ Oh you know, just a special something for a special someone.”

“ Kenma’s birthday isn’t until October.”

“ What? No these aren’t for Kenma, these are for you!” 

Your heart fluttered at the thought because hmmmmmm maybe you had a tiny little crush on your roommate and best friend but ha that was a crazy thought

From that day forward, the ~vibes~ in the apartment were different. Kuroo could feel himself warming up to the idea of telling you his feelings but he was still nervous that you didn’t feel the same way

This didn’t stop him from trying to flirt with you/win you over but you were none the wiser

“ Wow, you look really pretty today.” 

“ Aw thanks, you too buddy.” 

OUCH

“ I was thinking we could head over to that new restaurant by Kenma’s place. It was named ‘the most romantic dinner date in Japan’.” 

“ Really? Sure lets go! I think Kenma and Yaku live over there, we should invite them to come along!” 

OUCH OUCH 

Don’t get me started on the time where you two were watching a movie in the living room after you had a long day at work. You could barely keep your eyes open but Kuroo hardly seemed to notice

“ Y/N, I’ve been meaning to tell you something. I don’t want you to freak out but I-”

* cue light snoring coming from your side of the couch*

OUCH OUCH OUCH 

This went on for a while and one day, Kuroo just couldn’t take it anymore. He had just gotten back from the gym with Bokuto ( his own personal hypeman) so he was fully ready to tell you

You were on the couch with your laptop in your lap when Kuroo came home eager as ever

“ Oh hey, how was the gym-”

“ I love you.” 

“ ….. “

“ ……”

“ ……”

“ …. I’ll be in the shower…” 

Kuroo headed to the restroom to turn on the shower and left you there on the couch in a state of shock. Like surprised Pikachu but like 10x more if that makes sense

Your mind couldn’t even comprehend the idea like whaaaa????? LOVE??? Like what does that even mean??? Love like a friend? Like a best friend? Love like love love?? 

Yep you definitely needed clarification because if what he was saying was true, then you needed to confess your feelings to him too

Kuroo took off his gross sweaty ass gym clothes and stepped into the shower. He was relieved that he got it off his chest but goddamn why was it so awkward why didn’t you say anything why-

You pulled the shower curtain back all the way, causing Kuroo to yelp and grab the curtain away from you so he could cover himself

“ WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I’M NAKED!” 

“ Nothing I haven’t seen before- look how can you just drop a bomb like that and leave like it’s nothing? You said you loved me and your first thought after was to take a shower?” 

“ Y/N, please-”

“ I love you too. I love you Tetsuro, I mean it.” 

Kuroo could’ve had a stroke right then and there. His heart swelled as he smiled widely back at you UNTIL you stepped into the shower with all of your clothes on

“ What the hell are you doing you weirdo?”

“ I’m trying to kiss you, you big dork. Or would you rather me wait until after you shower?”

Kuroo moved his wet hair away from his forehead and while one hand was still covering himself with the shower curtain, the other wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest and pressed his lips against yours

You kissed the droplets from his lips as the water from the showerhead poured down onto the two of you and for a moment, you two both forgot where you even were

You were the first one to pull away even though Kuroo felt himself lean into you for another kiss

“ Um, is it okay if we continue this after?”

“ What? I thought you didn’t mind getting a little wet? ;)” 

“ But my socks are soaked :( “ 

“.....okay get out”

-Oikawa-

Moving in with you was one of the best ideas of Oikawa’s life cause he thought of how perfect things would be rooming with one of his best friends.

You two had always gotten along and he thought things would be ridiculously easy living with you. He couldn’t have been more wrong

 He never really planned on ever falling for you but because you guys lived together, it was a slow build-up of “ oh shit I think I caught feelings for my roommate who lives in the room across from me” 

He just finally wakes up one day and when he sees you sleepily making breakfast in the kitchen, his heart feels funny and his hands get clammy which rarely ever happens for Oikawa

Even though you had just woken up, your hair was pointing in every direction, and you were just wearing an oversized shirt, Oikawa’s breath hitched in his throat because he thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous 

“ Morning Toru, can you do me a favor and help me with the dishes- why are you looking at me like that?” 

“ L-Like what? I’m just looking at you normally!”

“ Oh okay, then come over here and help me.”

For the next couple of days, he watches you more closely than before and goes out of his way to show little acts of affection. Bless Oikawa’s heart this dude risks his own health to clean your room for you even though it resembled Chernobyl

One day as yall are wearing facemasks, he tells you a funny story where he accidentally saw Mattsun’s bare ass during a tournament and you laugh so hard to where you’re clutching your sides gasping for air. It makes his heart go flippy floppy because he loves hearing your laugh and oh no he’s really falling for you now  

It eats away at Oikawa for not days, not weeks but MONTHS! He is terrified of you ever finding out that he has feelings for you because you two had been friends since middle school and this would surely ruin your relationship with him

PLUS you two live together! If he admits to you that he has feelings and you don’t feel the same way, it would ruin your living situation and he would surely have to move out

It didn’t help that you shamelessly thirsted flirted over his other best friend Iwa and that only hurt him more

You had your own life and own problems you were going through but even you noticed that Oikawa wasn’t being his usual self

Oikawa wasn’t a slut but he used to have a few fuck buddies but you hadn’t seen any girl come over in months. You were so curious that you even messaged your old friend who was Oikawa’s fuck buddy and she even told you that Oikawa said to her that he’s completely done with all of it and he’s trying to settle down with another girl

This shocks you completely because you were sure Oikawa would’ve said something to you about trying to get serious with a girl. 

You couldn’t help but feel jealous, deep down you had feelings for Oikawa so to hear that he was reading for a relationship with a new mystery girl hurt you so much 

This prompted you to call up Iwaizumi for advice because he was always fairly neutral like Switzerland

“ I think you’re overreacting. Why does it matter if he’s seeing someone else?” 

“ BECAUSE!!!! I don’t know, I thought he trusted me but I guess not....You don’t understand Hajime, he’s been so different lately, something is off about him and I’m worried. Can you please talk to him for me?”

“  I don’t think I should get involved-”

“ OKAY GOTTA GO BYE!” You hung up the phone as Oikawa walked back into the apartment with dinner

“ Who were you on the phone with?”

“ Oh just Hajime. We were talking about um...Switzerland.” 

Oikawa just shrugged it off but in the back of his mind, he felt his heart break even more because of course you were talking to Iwaizumi. He didn’t know how much longer he could ignore his feelings for you and he felt like he was a ticking time bomb 

You watched from the couch as Oikawa quietly set up the table and you couldn’t help but ask him what was wrong

Oikawa reassured you that everything was fine but you knew better

“ Toru, are you sure? You’ve been acting weird for the past couple of months, you know you can be honest with me.” 

Oikawa scoffed, this dude SCOFFED AT YOU and you’re like??? Why you pissy??? Why the sass?? 

“ Okay, be honest. Do you like Iwa-chan?” 

YOU??? LIKING IWAIZUMI???

Okay you lowkey understood where he was coming from but come on, it was incredibly easy to flirt with Iwa because he always gave you NOTHING in return and it was just fun to mess with the dude

You shook your head as you got up from the couch and walked over to where Oikawa was standing in the dining room 

“What? No of course not!” 

“ Then why do you always flirt with him in front of me? ~ Oh Hajime, my room is always open for you!~ Hajime, this is the ring I would want if you proposed~ Hey, Hajime-”

“ I don’t sound like that and why does it matter if I flirt with Hajime?” 

Oikawa doesn’t even think twice, the words flow out so easily from his mouth and he doesn’t have time to cut himself off

“ Because I’m jealous and I have feelings for you.” 

You could hear a pin drop in the room that’s how eerily quiet it was. Oikawa kept his intense gaze on you and you were absolutely stunned

“ You have feelings for me?” 

Even saying it out loud feels weird but oddly comfortable coming our from your mouth

Oikawa nods after a moment and sighs dramatically,” I’ve liked you for months now but damn it, I think I’m actually in love with you. And I’m sorry, I’m really sorry if this ruins everything. If Iwa-chan makes you happy then go for it. I think you have questionable taste in men but-”

You practically threw yourself at Oikawa and you kissed him so hard to where he bumped the table, causing some of the takeout to spill onto the hardwood floor

My dude doesn’t even hesitate to kiss you back because oh yes, sweet relief he is actually kissing you. His head hurts from bumping against the wall and he’s sure you just stepped in a glob of noodles but you don’t even care because you just needed to shut this fool up and show him how much you care about him

“ Wait, does this mean you like me? And not Iwa-chan?” 

“ I just kissed you and you have the audacity to ask if I like Hajime?” 

“....You’re right, can we go back to kissing now?”

-Bokuto-

Bokuto my love my boy my rock 

He would handle his crush on you way different than Oikawa and Kuroo

When you two moved in together, he didn’t have feelings for you but overtime, he found himself excited to come home to see you and would always look forward to hearing about your day

I don’t even think he would realize his true feelings for you until he took a water break from practice to call Akaashi. They talked about the Black Jackals and their upcoming game and somehow, you were brought up 

“ Oh Y/N? She’s great, she’s been working a lot lately and it does get kind of lonely without her around the apartment. I miss her when she’s away and since I’m always at practice, we haven’t been able to spend much time together and it sucks because I care a lot about her. But she said she would come to my games and that’s exciting cause if she comes, I know I’ll play better since she can cheer me on…”

This goes on for some time and Akaashi patiently listens to his senior even though it’s obvious that Bokuto has a crush on you

“ Bokuto-san, I think you have feelings for Y/N.” 

“ You think so!? You know, now that you mentioned it…” 

Bokuto thought back to all the times you two hung out alone and smiled as he vividly recounted all of the memories you two shared

Now that Akaashi had brought it to his attention, it did make sense why his heart would ever skip a beat whenever he saw you and why his mouth felt dry whenever you called him sweet names

You would think Bokuto would rush to the apartment to confess to you his feelings but just this once, he takes a bit of time to think things over in his head. He realized that deep down, he always had feelings for you ever since the two of you were in high school

He wasn’t sure why it took him so long to realize that he cared about you more than anyone else

Unlike Kuroo and Oikawa, Bokuto was ready to tell you exactly how he felt that night. Even if he wasn’t sure if you would share the same feelings for him

He practically barged back into the apartment but stopped in his tracks when he saw that you were curled up on the couch fast asleep 

Your fingers were barely hanging on to your textbook as you snored quietly. Bokuto smiled to himself as he walked over and carefully took the textbook from your hands and bookmarked your page for you before scoping your body up into his strong arms

You tensed up in his arms but once you heard Bokuto’s comforting voice that reassured you it was him, your body relaxed into his touch 

“ Ko, you’re finally home,” You yawned as he led you back to your bedroom,” did you have fun at practice?” 

“ Mhm, lots of fun. What are you doing up so late? Don’t you have class tomorrow morning?” 

“ I do but I wanted to stay up to make sure you got home okay.”

You always had a soft spot for Bokuto, he was your best friend after all but ever since you two had moved in together, you felt something shift in your friendship. 

You found yourself going out of your way to stay up at nighttime to make sure Bokuto got home from practice safe and even though it messed up your sleep schedule, you wouldn’t have had it any other way

Bokuto dipped your body into your mattress and moved the covers up to your chest before he sat on the edge of your bed. 

Even though you were tired, you could still tell that something was different about Bokuto. He was usually more talkative but as you watched him play with the hem of your blanket quietly, you knew he was deep in thought

Now that you were in front of him, he was nervous to confront you about his feelings. He was terrified that you wouldn’t feel the same way about him and the thought of you not being in his life because of it made him emo to the max

“ Is everything okay Kotaro?” You hardly ever used his first name and even Bokuto was caught off guard

“ Can you promise me something?” Bokuto asked softly as you sat up from your bed and scooted closer to him

“ Of course, what is it?” 

“ Don’t be mad at me okay? Promise me you won’t get mad and leave me alone.”

OUCHHHHH MY POOR BABY! 

“ Kotaro, I would never be mad and I would never leave you,” You said, a bit wary since you had never seen him this serious before,” what’s wrong? What happened?” 

Bokuto bit the inside of his cheek and once he opened his mouth, he couldn’t bring himself to stop talking

“ I feel like an idiot because, after all this time of us being friends and living together, I just realized tonight that I think- I know I have feelings for you. I’m in love with you but I understand if you don’t feel the same way and if you want me to move out I completely understand. The last thing I would ever want is for you to feel uncomfortable in your own apartment.”

Your heart BURST cause your best friend, your roommate, your secret crush was admitting and confessing to you that he loved you 

“ You’re not playing a trick on me right? Because I want to tell you that I like you too but if you’re just saying this to be funny than I’m gonna be mad.” 

You inhaled sharply as Bokuto squeezed your had that you didn’t even know he was holding before he looked back down at you,” I’m not playing a trick...I can prove it to you if you’ll let me?” 

Bokuto took a quick glance at your lips and back up at your eyes to wait for your approval and once you nodded, Bokuto slowly leaned his head down and pressed his soft lips against yours

He smiled against your lips once he felt your body melt into his and he couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle when you pulled him closer to your frame

“ You’re still sweaty from practice,” You finally said as you pulled away for a moment so you could catch your breath

“ Oh my bad, I can go shower right now-”

“ Mmm just five more minutes.”

[dollhousemary]

hmmmmmm do you have any steve gasnsip HCs to share? I've been thinking about heaven can't wait a lot lately and I've been like. obsessively reading fics set in the fanfic gap and also just. close aus yk?

ALSO HERE'S A CUTE LIL KITTY! ❤️❤️❤️

not off the top of my head! but thinking about it for a second is like….okay i’m gonna base these off of two aspects of my life: 1) the local little country store that was near my house that i used to frequent as a child, and 2) the fact that i used to work at a grocery store which like. yeah it’s not quite the same but close enough

i just know there is at least one thing that cas was not actually trained to do and has really no idea if he’s doing it correctly. when i worked at [insert name of local grocery store chain here] i literally did not understand how to empty the trash cans into the big compactor thing in the back room and so i just panicked the whole time. had to do it twice, to this day have no idea if i fucked it up. very human cas coded

the country store near my childhood house sold teaberry gum for a long time (highly recommend, it’s delicious) and idk to me it just seems like something cas would like :)

everyone has always gotten after me my whole life for “sweeping wrong” (??) and i firmly believe that cas also “sweeps wrong” cause. well why wouldn’t he

knowing how much of a blunt bitch cas can be and how many times customers ask the same stupid questions, i refuse to believe he never snapped at someone. possibly spit in their nachos

love the idea of a coworker bemoaning about the work week and being like “god can’t WAIT to get off this shift and get back to my life, right steve?” and cas is just like “this is my life. i have nothing else :)” and they’re just like “…..ah. so you’re THAT kind of worker”

that’s all i got, sorry this took so long to answer the ideas were not flowing fast 😅 (and thank you for the kitty!)

[some-dr-writings]

Ibuki x Reader one-shot: Labels

You were rather excited, it was your partner’s birthday tomorrow, you weren’t exactly sure you’d be able to get to sleep. Huh, you did it again. ‘partner’. You and labels have always had a strange relationship. Your mind just always automatically used gender neutral ones. But you knew the importance of those, using the correct ones could make people happy and some heavily tied their identity to their labels so you had been trying to get into the habit of using gendered pronouns after getting together with Ibuki. You never though too much about this before, just going about your life, but you wanted to be the best partner you could be! You didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but especially not Ibuki. With that thought in mind you tried getting to sleep.

Then you heard a knocking at your door. “Huh?” Well… this certainly terrified you. You sat frozen in your bed till you heard that familiar voice calling out to you, instantly giving ease to your racing heart. “Hey, Ib-AH!” The moment you opened the door Ibuki had tackled you to the ground, hugging you tightly. “WAH WHOOOO! Let’s get this party started!” “…Okay, but it’s late.” “No, it’s midnight, and You-” She poked your nose emphasizing the word. “-promised you’d spend the whole day with Ibuki as your present.” “It’s midnight already? But I haven’t slept a wink… wait or did I, because I thought I just got into bed, or did I just go to be really late?” Ibuki couldn’t help but laugh, hugging you even tighter. You always had the funniest face when you overthought things, trying to puzzle them out only to make yourself more confused. It was so cute and silly. “No need to overthink, you’re awake now!” “… True, I guess the ‘how’ doesn’t really matter in this situation.” “Yeah! So let’s get ready!” It was only then you had noticed the large bag Ibuki had carried in. It must be haircare supplies and such.

The next several hours were filled with laughter and merriment as the pair of you gave one another the most loud and ridiculous of hair styles without a care in the world. Hair spray was used so much, likely the air in the bathroom had become unhealthy to breath anymore. So many hairclips were strewn about and so much hair dye was used, the whole bathroom was a complete mess. Amongst the chaos you did notice something though. Much of Ibuki’s hair supplies were ‘feminine’ while your bathroom supplies were a mix of both ‘male’ and ‘female’. You always found gendered stuff weird in general. Why was that? Like, guys can want to smell like flowers and girls can want to have supplies that are cheep and not skyrocketed in price simply because it was for ‘women’. Wouldn’t people make more money if they didn’t build these nonexistent barriers since you’d have a much bigger market? Well, things being gendered never stopped you before, you had gotten both ‘men’s’ and ‘women’s’ bodywash, so it wasn’t exclusive to one sex or gender, but… that is a weird concept, right? This wasn’t just a concept that bugged you, right? You weren’t the only person who found many things even colors to be needlessly gendered… right?

Then your thoughts were cutoff hearing a giggle that quickly boomed out into full laughter. “Hey, Y/N, what’re you thinking about?” “Ah! S-sorry, it’s nothing. Just getting lost in thought, going in circles, and overthinking again.” “Hmmmmmm.” Ibuki leaned in and only stopped till the tips of your noses were touching. Was she studying you, to get a read on your expression? “Okay!” Then she leaned back, smiling as always. “But speak out loud next time! I love hearing your logic go on and on and on and on. It’s fun trying to keep up!” “Ah, well, I suppose I’ll try.” You sheepishly chuckled, a blush spread across your cheeks that unfortunately was not of the powdered kind. Maybe you could put on foundation? But that wouldn’t do a thing to the heat you felt building up in your face. Instead you tried splashing your face with cold water, hoping that’d cool you off… But your blush only kept darkening as Ibuki cooed over it and how cute you were. How was Ibuki able to fluster you so easily you wondered.

As you pondered over that Ibuki simply laid beside you on her stomach, her chin resting in her hands as she happily watched you think and embarrass yourself even more. Moments like these when you were in your head were the best, she could just watch you for hours. You spoke with your hands and expressions. Your face always shifted, and you always moved your hands, it looked like you were talking with another person in front of you, you just didn’t move your mouth. You would sort of hum the words though or make little noises like a grunt or squeak. So often you got stuck in your head, that was partially why Ibuki first befriended you, she wanted to know what was going on in that head of yours and wanted to get you to let loose, do stuff and not hold yourself back as you’d on occasion complain to others about. At first, she just wanted to help, but wound up falling for you instead, but who better to help than your partner so it worked out, and you were fun. It became a sort of game for Ibuki to mimic your actions while waiting for you to stop thinking. She’d only interrupt your thought if you got caught in an endless loop, but… she could tell this time you would come to a conclusion… “right… about… NOW!” You smirked with your eyes closed, looking rather proud of yourself. “Heh, there’s just too many reasons to count.” “YES! Ibuki wins again!” “Huh? Win what?” “Our game!” “Our game?” “Now that the game’s over let’s… Oh, I know! Let’s go back to styling hair!” She then kissed your cheek making your blush flair up again. “D-damn it, Ibuki.” You smiled, covering your cheeks with your hands. “I guess that’s another reason, kisses.”

It took some time to clean the bathroom since it was a complete mess, but when with Ibuki, anything could be fun and entertaining. You ended up doing some impromptu karaoke with a hair brush and comb as microphones, and the counter as drums, and other items as makeshift instruments… and in the process you made an even bigger mess, knocking over items without a care, too engrossed in the nonsensical lyrics the pair of you were making up on the spot, trying to build off the last words the other sung. “Okay, we should really clean up now.” “Oooor, we could make another song!” “… One more, then we should nap so we don’t sleep through the day. We still have your birthday to celebrate after all!” “Yeah!” Once more turned to twice then thrice. By the time you actually started cleaning, unbeknownst to either of you, the sun was beginning to raise.

As tired as you felt, your eyes threatening to close you needed to stay awake. “Here, I’ll make some coffee. You want some?” “No thank you!” “So what do you want to do? Go out for breakfast or stay in for now? We could go to your place to get dressed since I don’t think you brought anything with you.” “Hey, Ibuki’s going to look through your closet, okay? You have the best clothes!” “Huh? Sure, try on whatever catches your fancy.” Normally you didn’t like people messing with your clothes, but you knew how seriously Ibuki took fashion and looks in general since it was a very important and fun method for expression, so you trusted nothing would get damaged or something. You were also more than a bit giddy at the prospect of Ibuki liking and wearing one of your outfits. You did have a lot considering you were the Super High School Level Party Planner, you had to be ready for any event, from a funeral to some hamsters’ wedding anniversary to a punk themed Christmas gathering. Truthfully three fourths of your room was a walk-in-closet and the rest was filled to the brim with binders full of contacts such as band managers, locations, caterers, florists, and many, MANY more.

As Ibuki happily wandered around, taking a closer look at whatever took her fancy you noticed something. You had skirts, dresses, shirts, suits, kilts and clothing of all sorts. You had both ‘male’ and ‘female’ clothing, and some people might consider gender neutral like t-shirts, tank tops and jeans. You didn’t seem to lean toward one style or the other. So then why did you choose one gendered clothing over the other? Was it just your mood, or were there times where a suit just felt more suitable than a dress, despite both working just fine?

Huh…

Or…

What were you?

You… you never actually thought about that before. You just went about life not caring or thinking about it. You just liked what you liked and that was it. Yeah you were born one sex, but that never deterred you from getting men’s body spray or women’s deodorant. You just didn’t care. You never thought about placing a label on yourself. Were you a boy or a girl? Boys could wear dresses just fine and the same went for girls and suits so… Maybe you were gender fluid? But… what felt girl and what felt boy? Was there some other label? But there was just the gradient between boy and girl, right? Well, there is ‘they and them’ but was that a separate category or was it in between the two on the gradient? But if you were something else what did THAT feel like? You weren’t particularly attached to… anything that had to do with gender stuff, you just did whatever you wanted so what did that mean. Were you anything at all? You then noticed how… just about everyone was very attached to their gender, but you weren’t. Was it bad that you didn’t care about your identity in that aspect? You could still do your work, you could still help others make the best events they could and you could still do your best, your gender had nothing to do with that, so it was alright? Right? Or SHOULD your gender be tied to all that… But… How? How would or could one do that? Maybe something like Gonta being a gentleman? But you’d seen plenty of very, extremely charming women be gentleman so that couldn’t be. Something like Sonia and being a princess?

“Y/N!” “Huh!?” “You better watch it! You almost burnt your hand!” Ibuki was holding the hot mug as far away from you as was possible. “Sorry. I just got lost and started overthinking again.” “Yeah, Ibuki was watching. You were really getting into it. You even knocked over some binders.” She pointed to said binders that were now sprawled across the floor. “Ah… I see.” “So, what were you thinking about?” “Well…” You noticed Ibuki was wearing a white blazer, the button up vest, half red, half blue with a black button up shirt and a long skirt. Both male and female. “Ibuki, what do you see me as?” “I see you as Y/N.” “No. No, I mean, do you see me as a guy or a girl.” “… I don’t know. You’re just Y/N. And Y/N is… an awesome partier! Sometimes they’re girlish, sometimes they are boyish, but Y/N is just Y/N. Just like how Ibuki is Ibuki. Just neither.” “Hmm, not a boy or a girl… just me…” “My turn! What do you see me as?” “My partner, the best musician I’ve ever worked with, an amazing rock-… I did it again, calling you my partner instead of girlfriend.” “Eh, Ibuki doesn’t mind. Ibuki is Ibuku, and Y/N is Y/N. There’s nothing else to it. If you or I are nonbinary, we’re nonbinary. If we’re not, we’re not and that’s that!” “I’m just me…” You kneeled down, picking up the fallen over binders… “I rather like that sentiment.” “YES! Ibuki got Y/N to blush again!” “Wait, what!?” Only now did you feel a heat raising up on your cheeks.

And so the pair of you searched through your clothes mixing and matching various pieces on a whim, not caring if the colors or designs clashed or not. The pair of you simply reveled in trying to outdo the other in making the best outfit. By the end the sun was high in the sky and you both were tired, Ibuki wound up falling asleep as you were zipping up the dress Ibuki had on. Ibuki kept mumbling something about staying awake even when asleep. “Okay tiger, we need rest.” “nnnooooooooooo.” With a yawn you dragged Ibuki into your bed. “We need sleep.” “neverrrrrrrr” You couldn’t hold in your chuckle as you tucked her… them?... them in. Just as you were going to take a step back and grabbed your phone, suddenly Ibuki clung to you, flipped over, pulling you onto the bed. “I-Ibuki?” They only clung to you tighter. You loved and hated how Ibuki could so easily make you blush. You though you’re getting flustered so easily to be ridiculous. You sighed, wrapping your arms around your partner, pulling them close, you turned on your phone, beginning to text away. Napping was certainly one way to keep Ibuki occupied for the next few hours. Perfect. You just needed to stay awake long enough to make sure everything was ready, even without coffee!

All was peaceful and quiet till suddenly to both of your surprise your phone began to blow up with notifications. “S-sorry, sorry!” You scrambled off your bed and shut yourself in the bathroom. Soon you were muttering swears under your breath. Sonia and Chiaki were doing their best to take control of the mess, Nekomaru and Akane were doing their best to re-get the destroyed supplies, Kazuichi was trying to repair the blown up kitchen with broken tools, Teru was trying to keep cooking via campfire, Mahiru was documenting and sending photos of the whole mess so you could get a better look at the situation, Nagito was being Nagito, Mikan was desperately trying to fix everyone’s injuries, Imposter was impersonating you looking through your many back up plans trying to follow them to a T with Fuyuhiko, Peko, and Hajime assisting them, and Hiyoko was just crying in the corner. This… was certainly a fine mess indeed! You slammed your head into a wall a few times, wishing you could just go and take control yourself, but you wouldn’t dare to leave Ibuki for too long so you instead sent everyone a flurry of texts explaining how to fix this whole mess in time for dinner. Of which they better because you certainly were not going to let ANY party let alone one for your partner fail and blow up!... literally! You would have questioned how this happened, but Nagito was around, and if he truly wanted a nice birthday party for Ibuki, which you knew he did, things would work out better than you could have dreamed. Which was your plan in the first place, but if he knew that was your plan it was entirely possible that luck wouldn’t kick in so you had to lie, but it was fine, not like anyone would find out anyway, and you were the Super High School Level Party Planner, you would use any tools at your disposal, even luck to create the best parties you could!

Exiting out of the bathroom you sighed, stuffing your phone into your pocket. “Sorry about that. Some things went array and the people I had commissioned work from began to panic as well as my clients. Everything’s all sorted now though!” “So you’re not busy?” “Not anymore!” “Perfect! Let’s go for a walk then, I can’t keep still!”

With the sun setting, not another soul around and just seeing Ibuki excitedly running to her heart’s content… You felt at peace… Actually, now would be a fantastic time to propose-WAIT WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING!? You slapped your cheeks, trying to get yourself to think of anything else, l-like how you were annoyed you were blushing right now!... Perhaps you had worked on one too many events where a proposal had happened. It was much too soon to be thinking such thoughts anyway. “What are you thi-” “ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!” Ibuki simply laughed with a smile, and you realized you had curled up into a ball, burying your red face into your hands. Why oh why were you like this you wondered. “You just caught me off guard. I… I-I was just thinking of a future party to plan and work on, and… I started embarrassing myself.” Yeah… far, FAR in the future.

Then your phone notification went off again. You quickly checked it and smiled. “Seems everything worked out. Now I can just dedicate my everything to you! Let’s keep walking.” Ibuki simply took your hand and dragged you along… HOW WAS THIS MAKING YOU BLUSH MORE THAN THINKING ABOUT PROPOSING TO THIS WONDERFUL PERSON!?

“Hey, there’s a park over there. Why don’t we take a detour through?” “Ooh, Ibuki likes that idea!” It was all simply gorgeous. You had held events here before so you already knew where to go, and knowing Nagito’s luck, you probably got the venue for free which would be unheard of for such an expensive place, but that luck could pull miracles when needed. “Hey, Y/N! Look at that place! Looks like it’d have good acoustics.” Huh, so they already spotted it. “I’ve had bands perform here before, but I’m no music expert. May I ask for your skill to help me find the best spot to place a band there? It doesn’t look like anyone is using the space right now, so we can sneak in.” You and Ibuki smirked to one another before making a mad dash for the building. Then as Ibuki shoved the doors open the building burst to life, colorful lights flipping on, party poppers going off, and everyone clamoring around the door saying “Happy Birthday!” The best part of it all through was seeing the delight in Ibuki, how they leapt onto the set-up stage and played away, everyone partying all night to rock. You noticed how everyone’s outfits perfectly reflected themselves, and how only you and Ibuki were wearing a mix of feminine and masculine. Outfits that just reflected yourself, not exactly either… You were going to marry Ibuki one day, you just wanted to get into a stable place in life so you-

…

And there was that beautiful laughter which melted your heart each and every time. They were right. You could think on that later, for now, to simply live in the moment.

[twilightofthe]

Chapter Sixteen liveblog of The Mandalorian Season 2!  Let’s go!!!

It’s the LAST ONE AHHHHHHH!!!!!

DIN BETTER GET HIS SON BACK IN THIS EPISODE I SWEAR TO FUCK

THEY WILL NOT MAKE ME WAIT AN ENTIRE ASS YEAR ON A CLIFFHANGER FOR ME TO SEE DIN HOLD HIS SON IN HIS ARMS AGAIN FUCK NO

Also they’ve kept who directed this episode a secret and lemme tell you I’m REAL curious as to who it was

Ok ok ok ok ok.  OK.  Here we go

*screaming intensifies*

Ok we getting RIGHT into a space battle

GETTEM BOBA GET EM

Oh but this is Pershing I’m hesitant about him, he let Din go with the baby last time

Hmmm good guy or bad guy

I feel like I’ve seen the actors of these Imp pilots before

OOP there goes Pilot #2

OOOP YEP PERSHING’S A CLONE ENGINEER OOOOOOOOOOH

Ok this guy’s a dickass extraordinaire 

Leave Cara alone lol Luke blasted everyone who saw Alderaan blow up into smithereens you should know that

Shut up bro someone’s gonna kill you

YEP CARA GOT HIM

WOOOOOAH DRAMATIC OPENING

The title card says “The RESCUE” which implies the baby is being RESCUED do NOT fuck with me here Star Wars 

Ok ok so I have no clue what this planet is I’m curious

Also wait if Pershing’s a clone engineer it’ll be real interesting if he and Boba interact

Oh there’s Bo Katan guess she’s back

OH WHOOP THERE’S A FETT AND A KRYZE MEETING

C’MON STAR WARS DON’T MAKE SATINE LOOK BAD IN THIS I’VE ALREADY GONE TO BAT AND SAID THE FETT EXCOMMUNICATION WASN’T HER FAULT XD

“Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters” bitch you were a TERRORIST holy SHIT Bo Katan why are you like this

ALDKFSJDLK EVEN BO KATAN IS READY TO SQUARE UP OVER A BABY THAT CUTE

Lol whoop never mind

Uh oh here she goes with Boba

To glass eh?

PRINCESS OOOOOH

AND THE CLONES BOOTED MAUL OFF YOUR PLANET AND BAILED YOUR ASS OUT THE FIRST TIME ASSHOLE JESUS

TWICE YOU HAVE LOST YOUR PLANET TWICE

Wait what now about the Darksaber

So it’s a super special cutting saber?  Tf?

THE CHILD IS MY ONLY PRIORITY AAAAAAAA

Lol something tells me Pershing’s not gonna make it past this episode he knows too much and is giving too much information 

The lesbian energy in this scene is immense btw

Booooo you’re talking a BIG game rn

Y’all have no idea how fucking much I love that Boba’s calling Bo Katan princess it’s the funniest thing

Hmmmmmm honestly they should have expected they’d send TIEs instead

HMMMM GIDEON’S GONNA KILL Y’ALL

Lol Bo who taught you to fly

OH NO OH NO IT’S A TRAP I THINK GIDEON KNEW

Wait a minute fucking duh Gideon knew it was Bo Katan’s voice on the comms he’s met her AHHHHHHH

Aaaaaand here come the terminators

Ohhh so I guess Bo and Fennec and the wlw squad are the distraction

MORE LACK OF OSHA VIOLATIONS AGAIN FOR FUCK SAKE THAT IS DEEP SPACE GODDAMMIT

YAYYYYY GIRLS

Ok so it’s taken this long for Mando to pass the Bechdel test but ngl this is worth it

Wait a fuck so where’s Pershing in all of this?  With Boba?

WELL DIN MAYBE IF YOU HAD RAN A BIT FASTER YOU WOULDN’T BE FIGHTING THE TERMINATOR AHHHHHHHHH

Ok so THERE’S the spear

Hahaaaaa he spaced all the Terminators hahahaha

GIDEON’S GUARDING THE BABY AS YOU SHOULD KNOW BO KATAN

If he’s holding the Darksaber to the baby’s neck I swear--

AAAAAAAHHHHH I FUCKING KNEW IT LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE ASSHOLE FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

STOP IT

Ok fine Thrawn 2.0

DON’T TRUST HIIIIIIIIM DON’T TRUST HIM DON’T TRUST HIM DON’T TRUST HIIIIIIIIIIIIIM

I HATE THIS ALL SO MUCH DIE BITCH DIE

NONONONONONONONONONONONONO

AAAAHHHHH I KNEW IT

GET THE SPEAR DIN GET THE SPEAR

THE SPEAR THE SPEAR AAAAHHHHH YES

Ok how is it possible so far that not even Din’s CLOAK has been sliced off

AHAHAHA NO BITCH KILL HIM

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Oho so we getting some Bo and Gideon drama now!

Whaaaaat since when Sabine gave it to Bo Katan no fight?????

Ooooop the Terminators are back

I knew this was too easy

The Terminators coming back now are like when you roll a nat 20 earlier in a RPG and get rid of one of the really cool bosses the DM wanted to use and now the DM’s like “nOPE I’M STILL USING THEM”

FFS HE HAS A LOCKPICK NOOOOOOOOO

OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO BABY DOESN’T LOOK TOO GOOD AAAAHHHHH HEEEEEEELP

Gideon Shut The FUCK Up Challenge

Oh NOW who’s showing up

Who’s in the X Wiiiiiiiing

I DON’T LIKE THIS WHO IS THIS WHO 

Ahsoka???

NO WRONG HEAD SHAPE

THAT’S A LIGHTSABER AAAAAAAAA WHO WHO WHAT

LUKE OR EZRA GREEN GREEN GREEN GREEN THAT’S LUKE OR EZRA THAT’S ONE OF MY BOYS HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIIIIIIIT AAAAHHHHHHH

I don’t know if Ezra could take out all those terminators that easily though

OK RIGHT HAND BLACK GLOVE??????

But is that Luke’s saber tho I can’t tell I don’t know?!?!?!??!?!

YEP THE OTHER HAND DOESN’T HAVE A GLOVE THAT’S LUKE THAT’S LUKE THAT’S LUKE THAT’S LUUUUUUUKE!!!! 

I’M GONNA CRY

OH SHIT BO’S DOWN OH SHIT

WHOOP CARA GOT GIDEON NOOOOO JUST LET HIM DIE GAH

And the baby sees the Jedi aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

OK JEDI VS DARKTROOPERS COME ON LUKE GET EM

WAIT NO THAT HAND DIDN’T LOOK WHITE THO COULD IT BE EZRA?

NO BUT THE ONE BLACK GLOVE

Y’ALL I AM ON CLOUD NINE RIGHT NOW THIS HAS MADE ME THE HAPPIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD

Ok good I think Bo’s back up again

LUKELUKELUKELUKELUKE?????

YEP I’D KNOW THAT GAY-ASS BELT ANYWHERE

IT’S HIIIIIIIM

I’M FUCKING CRYING OH MY GOD

IS HE A JEDI BIIIIIITCH

Ok the CGI Mark’s kinda scary ngl

Ok Baby’s not gonna wanna go with him and Disney BETTER not make Luke look bad when he says no

OH SHIT HE TOOK HIS HELMET OFF SO THE BABY COULD SEE HIS FACE KSLDJKLSJKLFSDLKJFJKLSAKJ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I’M GONNA FUCKIN DIE THIS IS TOO MUCH THIS IS WAAAAAAAAAAY TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART

OH NO OH NO OH NO DIN NOOOOOOO DON’T LEAE YOUR SON

NO 

NO NONO NO NO NO HE LOVES YOU

EVERYONE ELSE COVER YOUR EYES FUCKERS

Ok now R2 is just fanservice lmao

Ok now it is ILLEGAL Luke never called this kid Baby Yoda he would ABSOLUTELY do so 

OK ALSO BUT LUKE HOLDING HIS BABY GRANDMASTER IS THE CUTEST THING IN THE UNIVERSE

OK OK OK BUT ALSO NO LUKE YOU GOTTA GIVE HIM BACK NOW

DIN’S CRYING HONEY NOOOOOOOO

That’s IT

what the FUCK NOOOOOOOO

OK THIS WAS A GOOD END BUT AT THE SAME TIME NOOOOOO YODITO CAN’T STAY WITH LUKE WITH HIS MURDER-HAPPY HELLSPAWN NEPHEW AROUND

Also who’s Peyton Reed?

Anyway but AHHHHHH ok so this is setting up a conflict of Mando succession where once again I don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about, Bo took the Darksaber just fine from Sabine in Rebels without a fight????????

Gah it’s early and I’m still tired talk later

but AHHHHHH

[nastybuckybarnes]

Wicked Games  -  Five

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU

Summary: Everyone in the world has a soulmate. And until they meet that soulmate, everyone in the world stops aging at 25. Wrongfully accused of a horrendous crime and on the run, you happen to bump into the man who’s been avoiding you for the past seventy-five years.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff,

Word Count: 1.6K 

A/n: I’ve got a headache and the urge to start two new series. hmmmmmm

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~*~

It’s two weeks later when Bucky finds himself sneaking into Alexander Pierce’s office, determined to find anything he can about Rumlow or you.

His gloved hands work swiftly and carefully as he searches through filing cabinets and desk drawers for anything that could help him with your case.

Why does he care so much, he’s not sure, but he knows you’re innocent and shouldn’t be treated like a criminal, the way Rumlow should be treated.

His fingers brush over the cover of a file labelled ‘Project S’ when the doorknob twists and a male voice carries through. He dives under the desk, praying that Pierce isn’t here to stay.

“I told you,” the older main snarls, “find (Y/l/n). Confiscate her notebook, bring me her studies. We’re so close to perfection.” Bucky furrows his brows, curious as to what could be in your notebook that Pierce would want so much.

“I don’t care! I want her and her notebook! She’s the key to finishing Project S. If we let her get away he’ll find her and all our hard work programming him to be our best soldier will go to waste!” Bucky flinches as a hand gets slammed down on the top of the desk.

“She knows we want her research. She knows that her work is important to our Project. Rumlow was too fucking stupid and made her aware. Now she’ll go to great lengths to destroy or hide it all. We cannot have that happen! She’s the only person on the planet who has the slightest idea of how to destroy a soul bond. We need that knowledge.”

Bucky’s jaw drops as he realizes that you’re definitely innocent.

“Her killing RUmlow was probably a good thing. Now we have reason to search her and her stuff, find out what she knows and what she can do. If she refuses to work with us, we’ll use him against her. He doesn’t know they’re soulmates… no… that doesn’t matter! Find her, bring her to me. And make sure the captain and his team are unaware of what we plan to do with her.”

The person on the other line talks for a few moments before ending the conversation.

Bucky can do nothing but hold his breath as Alexander Pierce leaves his office, slamming the door behind himself.

He stays hidden for a few more minutes before getting up and grabbing the Project S file, along with a file on you.

He dashes out of the office and towards his own, tucking the files in his jacket to read later.

~

The door to the house opens and you crouch down behind the kitchen counter, eyes focused on the floor where a pair of black shoes are walking in.

“(Y/n)?” You straighten up slowly upon hearing Bucky’s voice.

“James.” He nods at you then takes a deep breath.

“I’m gonna be outside in the back, burning some boxes and stuff.” You nod, watching as he walks out of the house without giving you a second glance. Something tugs at your heart and you sigh, shaking your head.

You head upstairs and take a shower, wanting to clear your head of the intrusive thoughts consisting mainly of James and you and you and James. Sometimes naked, sometimes clothed.

It takes nearly half an hour before you’re ready to face him, to face the truth of what happened.

You bring a mug of tea outside with you and sit on the grass beside him, curling your knees up to your chest.

“I studied soulmates. Found a way to locate the gene that produces the anti-ageing and the gene that matches in both soulmates,” you begin softly, not lifting your eyes from the mug in your hands.

“I found ways to enhance the bond and ways to destroy it. Of course, I never tested the second one. Brock came to me one day after work with so many questions. How soulmates work, how you’d know when you had yours. I told him that few people can test the genetics in the way that I’ve learned how to, and few people would truly be able to understand how to determine what a soul bond gene looks like. So I simply said that he’ll have to wait and see if it’s her.”

He looks over at you when you stop speaking, waiting for you to continue.

“When you’ve been alive for many years without your soulmate, you’ll notice the ageing slowly when you find them. A grey hair here, some wrinkles there. And then when they start catching up to your age, you’ll both age together. I never… imagined that he’d want this information for anything other than curiosity.

“I’d found him reading my journals and notebooks on many occasions but I brushed it off. Until one morning I overheard a phone call. It was between him and Alexander Pierce. They were talking about destroying the soul bond of their officers, they figured it would make them more ruthless and follow orders better. I acted like I knew nothing, I didn’t know what to do.”

You take a sip of your tea and close your eyes. “This was months ago. And around this time he started getting more violent with me. He’d take what he wanted from my body and leave me hurting and broken after. I couldn’t stand it. So I decided to test a theory. I took some of his hair out of a brush and tested his DNA. Sure enough, he and I aren’t soulmates.”

Bucky shifts closer to you, encouraging you to continue. “I didn’t tell him, too afraid to aggravate him further. But one day he found out that I knew. I don’t know how, but he found out. And he was livid. He beat me until I couldn’t walk.”

You take a few deep breaths, not wanting to continue but knowing you have to.

“Then he started to get me to test the DNA of men from his work. To pinpoint their bond genes and figure out how to destroy them. I’d always fail at that second part. And I guess one morning he snapped.”

“What happened?” He asks gruffly, eyes full of sadness for you.

“He came at me with a knife while I was asleep, stabbed me right here.” You lift your shirt and run your fingers over the wound in your side. “I managed to get the knife and I stabbed him in the thigh. It only pissed him off. He grabbed a pillow and tried to suffocate me.” You shudder, tears streaming down your cheeks as you remember vividly what it felt like.

“When the pillow didn’t work he tried choking me, but I landed another stab to his chest. He fell off of me and I ran out of the room as fast as I could. I grabbed the first thing I saw which happened to be an expensive vase that I’m regretting throwing, but I threw it at him. He grabbed a piece of the vase and stabbed me here and here with it.” You show him the spots, one on your bicep and the other on your forearm.

“I barely grabbed it before he tried again. I stabbed him with it, right where I figured the femoral was. He fell to the ground and I called the cops. Then he said ‘they won’t believe you. Pierce will have you killed before you can even think to run’. I didn’t know what to do. The receptionist picked up and as I was about to ask for help, he stabbed me right here.”

You turn around and pull your shirt down your shoulder, showing the gruesome-looking gouge that’s been poorly stitched by you.

“He hung up the phone and when I hit the ground he just kept kicking me. He wouldn’t stop. I pulled the knife out of my shoulder and stabbed him in the knee then twice in the chest, thus killing him.”

It’s silent between the two of you for a few minutes as Bucky processes everything you’ve just told him.

“I’m a murderer. A murderer who has information that Alexander Pierce wants. I told you this because I trust you. Not because I’m expecting you to run out and sacrifice yourself for my safety. I wanted you to know. You deserve one explanation.”

He sits stunned while you take small sips of your tea, your fingers trembling against the warm mug.

Eventually, he manages to speak. “Your studies are pretty sought after, it seems.” You nod your agreement and close your eyes for a moment, trying to calm down your racing heart.

“I uh… thank you for telling me. You didn’t deserve any of that. I wish it didn’t happen to you. You’re sweet and kind and gentle and you really really don’t deserve this shit show that’s become your life.”

You look over at him, curious to his change in demeanour.

“Thank you, James.” “Bucky,” He corrects, looking over at you with fiery blue eyes filled with passion. “Call me Bucky.” You nod and test the name, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Well, Bucky, I think I’m gonna head in for the night. Thank you for listening to me and for trusting me and helping me.” He grabs your hand as you go to leave.

“Stay, please.” You nod after a moment and sit back down, your shoulder brushing his.

The two of you stay there, watching the fire for hours together, unspoken words being shared in the silence bewteen the two of you.

That night, your relationship with James Barnes changes.

He’s no longer the officer giving you sanctuary. No, now he’s the man who held your hand and comforted you after reliving those awful memories. He’s now the man who you find yourself falling head over heels for, against your better judgement.

And he wishes he could say he wasn’t feeling the same way about you.

~*~

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streetsofme ha risposto al tuo post

“Anyone who think Kit is a good actor is an idiot. And there's so many...”

Kit Harington and Emilia are both the weakest leads in GoT. No matter whatever the fuck you said, it doesn't make it any less true. Lena Headey should take all the awards for this fucking thing along with Alfie Allen, Aiden Gillen, Stephen Dillane, Charles Dance, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Pedro Pascal, Maisie Williams, Peter Dinklage, Liam Cunningham... 

Sophie Turner is also weak acting, but Emilia and Kit are worse than her most of the Emilia and Kit are not bad actors, they are just the weakest leads in the cast.

@streetsofme ... wow, you really missed a fundamental part of that post or maybe even two, which were, let me quote back at you:

next time let me/us/whoever enjoy this guys’ acting in peace and keep your fucking opinion to yourself, because honest, if I could spend twenty years out of almost thirty of my life keeping my mouth shout about how much I hate HP to a) my rl friends, b) my internet friends and I could keep myself from informing them that I think it’s really bad under their posts or in their inbox or to their face because I’d be an asshole if I decided to shit on what they like, then you can pay me the same favor (or about anyone else) and not go around dissing stuff people like to their faces when they said openly they like them.

wow, you don’t like kit’s acting. great, amazing, 90% of the world agrees with you. I don’t. you probably didn’t bother to read half of what I wrote because ‘no matter WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU SAID’ so like, the fact that you show up in my notes bashing the guy’s acting when I specifically said in that post that it’s rude af especially on such a dumb matter as someone’s acting skills says a lot about how fucking rude you are, because I mean, you could have put it somewhat more nicely if you wanted to have a discussion. but nah, let’s do exactly what I said was rude af, right? :’D

also: I wasn’t talking about emilia (whose skills I’m not a great fan of but guess why, I don’t go telling emilia fans that according to me her acting gets in the realm of decent when she has scenes with iain glen only, because uuuh, I’m not an asshole and I don’t need to bash their favorite actress) and I wasn’t talking about sophie (who btw was not weak until she wasn’t playing the darth sansa version, she’s very good in s1-3, but never mind that), I was talking about kit.

but nah, you come into my replies - again - bashing three people you don’t like when I didn’t even mention two of them and you don’t know what I think of their skills.

also: welcome to the real world, acting awards don’t happen on merit 90% of the time or the oscars wouldn’t pick the *safe* choice once each ten choices unless it’s like, non-protagonist actors. I mean, you serious? I love alfie allen but he plays a character that the show has cut to secondary and he probably doesn’t even meet the time requirements to get nominated, when is he ever gonna get a nomination? if he didn’t get in in S2, he won’t get it at any point and it’s absolutely useless to complain about him getting sidelined when emmys = publicity and obviously they’ll send the names that cash in. it’s called real world.

also, congrats on the incoherence, because:

Lena Headey should take all the awards for this fucking thing along with Alfie Allen, Aiden Gillen, Stephen Dillane, Charles Dance, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Pedro Pascal, Maisie Williams, Peter Dinklage, Liam Cunningham... 

ah, wait a moment, who got nominated out of the males at the emmys in season three, where NCW most definitely deserved it? hmmmmmm PETER DINKLAGE, who won an emmy for tyrion at least twice (s1/s4) and who always gets nominated because tyrion is a fan favorite and at least once he was preferred to someone else who had had more to do that season - ie, NCW. but now if NCW gets passed for peter dinklage it’s okay because peter is a Good Actor TM and kit is not?

also, who got nominated for best non-protagonist last year or two years ago? LENA HEADEY AND MAISIE WILLIAMS. they won? no. but spoilers, neither did kit, so what the fuck?

but other than that, let’s go over how fucking incoherent is your choice of names for rebuttal.

alfie: plays theon. everyone hated theon until s5. got himself cut off his storyline in S5. didn’t have a chance to show his skills as a main character since S3. no way he’s getting nominated because a) time requirements, b) AUDIENCE POPULARITY;

aiden gillen: .... so aiden has been playing LF in exactly the same way, because excuse me the last three season he was going on automatic, with a shit incoherent script that makes him look like a maniac without a plan, and he’s not even a main-main but of course, they should totally send him for awards because publicity, right?

stephen dillane: lol. dillane hated being on the show, d&d treated him like shit and stannis had passable writing in S2, from S3 onwards it was obvious they didn’t know what to do with him and they came out with the most ooc/ridiculous way to have him dying, do you really think they were gonna send in DILLANE FOR AWARDS? in which world do you live? also, stannis has been dead since S5. kit got nominated for S6. period. wtf?

charles dance: charles dance is an excellent actor but I doubt he needs an emmy for got out of everything and he’s been dead since S4, kit has been nominated for S6. again, also for what were they gonna nominate him? tywin isn’t main enough for an emmy nomination;

NCW: WELL, they could have nominated him in S3 which was his moment to shine, they passed him for dinklage and jaime’s character development has been fucked to hell and back since the end of S4 and he doesn’t even have the OMG AMAZING VILLAIN rep lena has, so like......... sure as hell they didn’t pass him for kit, because in s6 kit had definitely more to do than he did, and we’ll get there in a moment;

pedro pascal: he was there for one season. in which he died. kit’s been there since S1. and it was S4. kit got nominated for s6 only. pedro is not on the show anymore. but okay;

maisie: SHE ACTUALLY GOT A NOMINATION SAME AS LENA ABOVE SO;

peter dinklage: HE WON TWO AND GOT NOMINATED EVERY OTHER YEAR EVEN FOR YEARS WHEN HE LITERALLY HAD FUCK TO DO  like S5 so they’re doing exactly what you say they should;

liam cunningham: .... liam is a national treasure and I <3 him but are you seriously, seriously thinking that for publicity they’re sending the actor who plays davos? like? davos is in my top 5 characters period but he’s not the kind of challenging character to play that gets emmy nods and like tywin, he’s main but not main enough.

so like, everyone you mentioned either got nominated or won or got noticed or has no chances period because that’s not how emmys work.

and btw, kit hasn’t *won* the one time he got nominated so it’s not like he took the prize from someone more deserving if that even matters, but anyway:

kit was nominated for season six. if you had bothered to read above you’d have remembered that S6 had resurrection, sansa reunion, battle of the bastards where he performed his own stunts for the entire thing and excuse me if that’s not a demanding performance and that it came after S5 where his sl was the only decent thing in the entire mess and where he played it imo perfectly, and he also had a ton of material to work with. and - he was the main character, and he had way more challenging material than NCW, peter or anyone else you mentioned. so he got an emmy nod because he carried the entire thing on his back whether you like it or not and because he worked his ass off to film one hour of pseudo-realistic battle scenes where he did his own stunts and wow, they dared nominate him when he actually put some serious effort into it same as he does since S1 and actually improves/works at the craft and has steadily improved, but hey, he totally shouldn’t get a fucking nomination because you don’t like his acting? well, I see his. where is yours? :’D

like. you think he’s a weak actor and you won’t even read why according to some people he’s not? fine, but no one has asked for your opinion especially when put in such a fucking rude way and next time you can keep that for yourself, including all the opinions you have on sophie and emilia because I’m not here to do the kind of blogging where I put actors against each other or shit on people I don’t like. or if you really feel like informing me, do bother to not refer to the entire thing that it took me one hour to write as ‘whatever the fuck you said’, because if you wanna have a discussion, reading what the other person said should be the damned starting point of it.

and next time look at the more deserving people you list first because you managed to pick a handful of names that in that context made no bloody sense. and for that matter, you totally forgot that they didn’t ever give michelle fairley a nod when imo she’s miles better than 90% of the girls in the show (I love most of them but fairley is a whole other level of being good), but hey, catelyn wasn’t flashy enough, right? and fyi if they had nominated richard madden in S3 I’d have entirely agreed because the only reason I didn’t quit the damned thing was that he was good enough at playing robb that he made me forget the script was mauling him 80% of the time, but I imagine that since richard is also very good-looking he can’t act, too, and it’d have been taking awards from the more deserving again, hm?

and tbqh aiden imo was way weaker than kit for the last three seasons of this mess of a show imo, because every time LF did something it made no sense and his plot was fucked to hell and back and whenever it was around the plot sucked and he was there playing always the same character the same way without going back or forward, kit instead has gone forward, had good writing and carried the entire thing professionally/solidly, but hey, what have you. it’s named subjective opinions. do I go tell that to aiden or lf fans? no.

next time either discuss this like an adult or fucking scroll by. thank you.

[gabriellapatterson-blog]

The first date

Dear Gabby,

Oh my god oh my god oh my god okay, so remember back when we were little and my cat died? Ugh horrible start. But remember how Jeremy something helped me out and I stayed at his house that night. Like I’ve told you this story before? Okay okay okay so yesterday I went biking (I know aren’t I being like super fit?) But anyways, I fell down and this like super cute doctor boy, so he helped me out, took me to lunch, turns out it’s JEREMY LIKE OH MY GOD ITS FATE. Obviously this is destiny like it takes you first then me? We should have a double wedding. Anyways anyways, I have a second date planned. Should we do bowling or go the beach? I MISS YOU. I checked in on your parents the other day too. Eliona is so upset that you’ve been gone. Expect a letter from her soon in pink glitter ink. How’s the prince? Have you made any friends? Please tell me you didn’t show off Mr Cuddles? Also! I just read in a magazine that he loves to be called Benny boy. You should try it! Keep me posted!

Lots of love,

Emma.

I looked down at the letter with a grin and glanced quickly to Mr Cuddles sitting promptly on my bed. I started to pull out a pen and paper to write my response when I was interrupted by a knocking at my door. Right! The first dates! I probably should have remembered considering I was not in a puffy ball gown, instead my maids had picked out for me a pair of black shorts and a white T-shirt. No idea why though.

I stood from my desk and walked over to open the door and saw Ben on the other side just as I had expected.

“Afternoon, Benny boy.”

He smiled and raised an eyebrow, “Benny boy?”

“Emma said she read in a magazine that it was your favored nickname. Figured I’d give it a try. Thoughts?”

“I wouldn’t call it favored. It was started by magazines, but-” He lifted a shoulder with a small smile. “-if you like it go ahead.”

“Nah. I’m gonna stick to Ben. Benny boy doesn’t flow as well in conversation. Though it was fun to guess what your reaction would be. To make it up you can call me Gabby gal sometime.” I said with a slight chuckle.

“So what are we doing?” I asked.

“Well Gabby gal-” He paused and offered his arm “-should I tell you now or keep it a surprise?”

I took his arm, “Hmmmmmm…I like surprises so we’ll keep it a surprise.” I then looked up at him, “Did you try the alarm clock?”

We walked down the stairs and outside past the garden as we talked about clothes, and sleeping, and breakfast until finally we made it to a weird looking baseball field.

“Care to guess what we’re doing?” He asked as he motioned to a bucket of balls, two mittens, and baseball bats.

“Hitt'n balls.” I replied with a smug grin.

He rolled his eyes with a grin, “Great seductive reasoning.” He said and let go of my arm and went to go pick up a mitt and put it on his hand.

“More specifically, a baseball lesson. Up for the challenge?” He asked. Wow baseball, he happened to pick one of the few sports I haven’t learned like the back of my hand.

“Sure. Though I have to warn you schreave. My upper arm strength is about that of an infants and I would know since i have a newborn sister. You saw my guns though so you should already know that.”

He laughed a bit and shook his head, “You’ll be fine, Patterson. It’s just a first lesson after all.” He then picked up another mitt for her, held it out. “You’re left handed, so you’ll put this on your right.”   

I took the mitt for my right hand, “I once did cheerleading for my high school’s baseball team. The boys insisted they deserved cheerleaders just like the other teams. Even though it was small enough that they were on our other teams too.”

“Well baseball deserves to be cheered for.”

“Not our team. I don’t think they knew the difference between a base and a rock. So whos doing what in this?”

He gave a short laugh, “We’re just tossing the ball back and forth for now. Strengthening up those infant arms.”

I chuckled, “Great let’s start then, benny boy.”  

He then started to throw the ball back and forth at me. I caught it with decent ease which surprised me a little. Getting a little cocky I decided I wanted to see how hard I could throw it and have him still catch. I threw it with a little more arm strength though it ended up going about as far as I had before, “So how’d the meeting with the people go that you studied for?” I asked hoping to avoid the embarrassment of my failed throw.

He snickered a bit at my failed attempt which lead me to be a little blushy. “It went well. And what we studied for, your notes were a help you know.” I smiled as he included me in it. I hadn’t wanted to take away from his effort by saying we earlier but it made me happy to know he didn’t see it that way.

“Heh I’m glad. How do they do this in those sports shows. Like the leg up thing?” I asked and tried to mimic the leg up thing but ended up losing balance when I threw and fell on my bum.

He seemed to be holding in laughter as he jogged over to me. I myself felt a bit giggly at myself. I must have looked like such a pleb.

“I think that’s what I would call a failed pitch.” He then bent over and offered me a hand. “You alright?”

I ended up laughed a bit as I took his hand and stood up, “I’m fine. Though a real failed pitch would be something like “ever need a toaster that butters your toast as well as toasts it? Well sometimes life sucks kare-” I drawed off a bit as I noticed a small cut on my hand. Woops. Well at least it doesn’t hurt.

“Woops. Not used to falling on solid ground I guess.” I chuckled then tried to wipe off the cut on my shorts. My mom would have just killed me. But we’re busy it’s not like we have time for a 35 hour cleaning and bandaging for a small cut that doesn’t even hurt.

“Wait don’t do that.” He said and took my off hit mitt and took my hand to look at the cut, his eyebrows furrowing.

Y’know it just hit me. Ben is really similar to my mom. They both seem to forget about their health because of the work. My mom forgetting to eat and only sleeping because my dad is there to make sure she does. Benjamin forgetting to sleep, though from what I’ve seen he seems to eat. They’re both very dedicated to what they do. They also both seem very careful. Benjamin with this cut and mom with her children. Oh well I’m probably looking too far into this and maybe Ben isn’t detail focused like mom at all. But I know I’m right on him having the same problem as mom with getting too involved in their work.

“I mean it’s only a cut it’s not like it needs the focus of surgical operator.” I joked as he looked at the cut.

He glanced at me with an eye roll, “I’m not the one who wiped an open cut on my pants and exposing it to all sorts of things that could infect it.” I couldn’t help by chuckle at all the drama the small cut was causing.

“But it wont. That only happens to like super unlucky people who already only have like one like and an eye. People do it all the time and nothing happens.” I guess pirates. Didn’t they die a lot because of wounds or something?

He snorted, and lifted the hem of his t-shirt slightly to dab the cut with the underside of his shirt slightly, “Better safe than sorry.”

I watched his face as he focused on patting my cut. “Sure. Better safe than sorry can apply. Hey! good thing you wore the black shirt!”

“I’m nothing if not prepared.”

“Oh yeah. Now I’ve seen this trait twice. First with studying for your meeting, now this. Just gonna tick off that prepared check box.” See now if I get asked in an interview for adjectives I’ve got so many.

He smiled and pointed with his thumb to some bats on the ground, “I was going to teach you how to swing, but…” He trailed off as he glanced at my cut hand.

“No no. It doesn’t hurt and I’m no wimp.” I said and haughtily put a hand on my chest.

He looked at me for a moment with just a little bit of a smile, “Alright then.” He picked up a bat, “How much do you know about swinging a bat?” He asked.

“Nothing really. I have swatted away my older sister from a cookie plate with a newspaper before though.” I joked.

“That sounds familiar. So I’ll show you what the stance is and then you can try.” He said then did the baseball stance then went back to normal.

“Got it. So then you just like wack right? Like whack a mole but with a ball?” I asked.

“More or less. Let’s see you try it out first before you whack any moles.” He said and handed me a 2nd bat. I took a few steps away from him and tried to swing which just resulted in the bat flying away and out of my hands. Clearly, I didn’t have a strong enough grip on it.

“Welp. Goodbye.” I stated flatly as the bat flew away. I watched it slowly fall to the ground. It would feel appropriate if the kazoo version of my heart will go on was playing behind it.

Ben laughed out loud as the bat flew away from us both, “You just have to keep your grip firm and adjust your stance. Here, pick it up and I’ll fix any mistakes I see.”

I went over to get the bat and jogged back over once I had it, “I feel like harley Quinn walking with a baseball bat. About to go fight. Steal money. Alright correct me Master baseball.” I said and got back into baseball whacking position.

He snorted, “Harley Quinn has nothing on you.” He said then eyed my stance, he stepped over and tipped my raised elbow up a bit with his hand

“Bring this up slightly and…”  He went to my right shoulder, tapping on it from behind.

“Lower your shoulder. And when you swing, pretend the ball is coming around your waistline, so you’ll swing the bat directly in that area. Swing all the way through, alright?” He said then stepped in front of me with a smile then looked at my hands.

“Oh, as for these-” He put one hand over mine and slid it down closer to my other hand on the bat. “-Keep these close together and hold onto the bat tightly. Try not to throw it to the next city this time.” He said with a chuckle.

I felt my face blush heating up just a little bit as he corrected my stance. God, I’m such a child. I bet the rest of these girls don’t get blushy just from indirect hand holding.

“Alight I got this.” I said then swung the bat with my eyes closed not wanting to see my next failure or attempt.

“Was it good, Jamin’ boy?” I asked but then paused for a moment. Yuck. That is not a good nickname.

“I think benny boy is better than jamin’ boy. That came from jamin in benjamin.” I explained.

“Not too far off from another nickname I now have, but the swing was great. Should we throw in a ball this time?” He asked.

“Alright. I think I’m ready.” I nodded along with my statement of confirmation.

He threw the ball which I easily hit on my first try. Probably beginners luck.

He grinned and watched the ball fly up before coming over to me, “You did it! A natural.” He said.

I chuckled a bit cockily, “Heh I learn fast. You don’t get as good as I am at basketball, surfing, track, cheerleading, and soccer without a skill of learning.” The soccer probably helped me hit the baseball since my eyes are adjusted to tracking fast moving spheres.

“You did all those sports? Wow you’re constantly one upping me, Patterson.” He said with a small impressed smile.

I put a hand on my hip, “Heh well if you didn’t study or do anything else you might have been able to be at my level. Soon I’ll add baseball to my list too.”

He rolled his eyes with a scoff, “I was a little busy with some other things to be at your level.”

Better than being a freeloader, “Poor Benny. Not at my level of doing nothing with their life. If only. Though at least you know what you’re doing.”

“You don’t know what you’d like to be yet?” He asked. Defensively I pushed two of my fingers against his lips so used to being scolded for my indecisiveness.

“Shush. I’m only 18. You know I read that before the castes it was normal to be indecisive at our age about careers. I mean I just haven’t found a three job that I like. I’ll get there I think.”

He nodded with a smile, “I understand. There’s no shame in figuring things out.” He looked around for a moment before plopping down on the ground.

“Are you happy with your career?” I asked. Hoping he would go off on some long tangent and reveal the secret to finding a happy fit.

“Yes. I don’t think I can imagine myself doing much else.” That doesn’t really answer my question, Schreave.

“But do you like it? Not seeing yourself able to do anything else is different. I’m asking is it something you like to do? Like what makes it good?”

“That’s exactly it though. I can’t imagine myself doing anything else because I like it so much. It’s good in that… I can help people. Or at least do everything in my power to try.”

“Huh. I guess that does make sense then. Though sucks for me since I can’t make that apply to myself to try and narrow down my options. The only thing I could ever see myself doing would lead to my mom having my head. I guess I’ll just have to go back to pros and cons lists. Lawyers argue. Maybe that’ll be competitive enough to add adrenaline?” I thought aloud mumbling the last part. I would hate the stiffy law clothes though.

“What kind of job would make your mom that mad at you?” He probably thinks I wanna be a stripper.

“Surfing, running, anything I want to do. She’s a very anti risk person and she sees it as a risk to not stick to your caste. My older sister is trying to be a fashion designer I already saw the massacre of her, don’t want it myself. She’s a very sweet person don’t get me wrong and I love her more than anything but she’s just a very careful person.”  

“Would ever go for it? Leaving your caste?”

“Maybe. I’ve considered it. There have been a few times when I’ve gone really close to just knocking on my parents door and being like “hey this is what im gonna do take it or leave it” I just don’t want to disappoint her. She pulls off the im your disappointed mother look very very well. Thats a big reason of why i started taking a gap year though. I had planned on using it to stall until I got the courage to tell her. But just seeing what’s going on with Riley and how often they are fighting its very down putting.” I must have ruined my image of not being a chicken by now.

“I can’t speak for your mom or your situation but… I imagine someday, if you did leave your caste, your mom would come to terms to it in the end. It comes from a place of love.”

I thought for a moment. Deep down I know he’s right. Mom loves us more than anything in the world and I know that nothing I could do would change that. “You’re right. I know you’re right. At this point it’s just fear.” Crud I need to lighten the mood. This is not first date conversation.

“Though, I’m sure if I can bawk like a chicken for you I can get over any other fear.” I added.

He laughed, throwing some grass over at me. “I think your expert bawking leaves you extra qualified.”

“Plus if I end up chickening out, pun intended, I could just transition from being a freeloader there to hiding in a cupboard here and steal food. I bet I could go months without anyone noticing. Sneak out at night to go surf at the beach, come back in time to sneak some breakfast and other food, then nap in the cupboard for the rest of the day. Sounds like a good life.”

We both talked for a bit more about my idea of living in the cupboard and the amazing dessert I tried while here, a lemon tart. Honestly, I’ll need to get the recipe so I can make them at home. They were like a fairy dance in your mouth.

“Oh look it’s a butterfly cloud!” I exclaimed as we laid down looking up at the sky.

“I see two bats mirroring each other.”

“You must need glasses then. Its 100% a butterfly.”

“As a matter of fact I do. You saw me in them. But right now my contacts help me just fine and those are definitely two bats.”

“Hmmm. You’re right. You were wearing nerdy glasses to study.” Suddenly the worst thought a person could possibly ever have occurred causing me to gasp, “What if I need glasses?”

He snickered, “Maybe you do. Then you’d be just as nerdy as me.”

“Ew ew ew ew I bet you infected me with your nerd cooties.”

He scoffed, “I’m not a disease that’s contagious.”

“Then why is that cloud a bunny?”

“Because you see what you want to see cootie Gabby”

“You saw mirroring bats. At least a butterfly is normal. Maybe your subconscious is telling you you have a long lost twin.” That lead us off onto a whole other topic about Wyatt and Emma until finally we made it back to the glasses.

“You look better with the glasses.” I mumbled.

He sighed, “And yet other people like me without. Can’t please everyone.” He chuckled.

“You look more like a nerd with them. It fits your personality better. At least what I’ve seen of your personality after now 2 meetings which is clearly everything.”

“Nerd seems to be the common descriptor for me so I’ll take it. You’re a little nerdy too you know?”

“I am not. I was a cheerleader that’s like the opposite of a nerd. I’m like a total jock through and through I made Cs and Bs in school. You probably made straight As.”

“There’s a very diverse group of nerds. You’re definitely included in that. And me getting good grades is just that whole dedication thing we talked about.”

I thought for a moment about hist statement, giving it deep consideration, “Hmm. You make a valid point, schreave. But due to mt stubborn nature I’ll only accept total defeat. We’ll do rock paper scissors to determine if I, Gabriella Rose Marie Patterson, am an actual through and through nerd.”

“And I, Benjamin Luke Schreave, declare that you will be proved wrong.” He sat up and faced me, sitting indian style as he held up a fist over his palm. “Best two out of three.”

I sat up and mimicked his sitting position. A plan already in my head. Paper every time. He’ll overthink it and expect me to change it at the last round. “Your on, schreave. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.” I held my hand out flat as his two fingers making a scissor notion attacked.

It was his turn next so I waited in eager suspense as he counted down. This time my paper suffocated his fist. I took a breath in as we got to the final round. All of my life depended on this, was I truely a nerd? Had I been mislead all this time to believe I was a jock? Who am I really? Who is Gabriella Rose Marie Patterson. Only this next tie breaking throw would reveal.

“Hah I’m gonna win now for sure. I always win if i win the 2nd one. Rock, paper, shoot.” I stated trying to scare him and get him to slip up in a state of panic.

My flat hand was soon cut by his two fingers as I had to accept defeat. “Streak is over, Patterson. Welcome to the nerd club.”

We talked for a moment about cookies, then about Benjamins poor health as he commented that he didn’t really go outside much. What is he? A vampire? First he doesn’t sleep, now he doesn’t even go outside?

“How’d you enjoy your first baseball lesson? Not too terrible?” He asked starting to wrap up our date.

“Not horrible. I still don’t know how to play baseball. But i can throw and hit a baseball.” I pointed out.

He gave a small smile, “We’ll save the logistics for next time.” He said and stood up. He brushed himself off before offering me a hand.

“Yup and for now if a robber breaks in I know how to hit em.”

“No one can go up against you, Patterson.” He said and offered me an arm.

“Normally true. Apparently, I lost at rock paper scissors though. But overall we’re tied. I won the bawking you win the hand game.”

We began to walk back to the palace as we spoke, “Hmm. We are tied. Anything else you can come up with that I can beat you at?”

“Hmmmm that no. But things I could beat you at? Tons. Checkers, uno, poker, surfing, hot dog eating, cooking, speed reading.” I listed.

He scoffed, “Please, at least half of it is stuff I could win.”

“Doubt it, schreave. I get it though you’re trying to protect your frail ego. If that’s what you need to think you can think that.”

“My /frail ego?/ Trust me, my ego is plenty intact. And I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”

“Hmm looking forward to being proved wrong then, Benjamin.”

He smirked as we got back to my room, “Me too. Well we’ve reached your destination, Gabby gal.”

“Thank you for walking me back, Benny boy.” I let go of his arm and walked in front of him and then firmly shook his hand. “Is this how you end dates, business deals, or both?” I asked.

He shook my hand seeming amused by the gesture then said, “I can give you a hug if you prefer.”

I felt myself tense a little bit. Was that too much for a first date? Could I even handle a hug? We held arms already but isn’t holding hands between hugging and arm holding? Gosh I don’t know anything about dating.

“Hmmmm. I don’t know if we’re there yet or not. How bout we do a side hug, see if that’s far enough and if we can go further we’ll make the big leap for a straightforward hug?” I suggested.

He laughed at my suggestion, “Side hug it is.” He said then we both did a quick side hug. Oh that wasn’t so tough. Didn’t feel too emotional either.

“Hmmm. I’ll take the normal hug now too.” I said with a bit of a smile.

He smiled too, “What an upgrade.” He said and gave me a hug. My head ended up being at his chest as we hugged. I felt a little flustered at the hug. I stood a little bit on my tip toes so I could have my arms go over her shoulders. Soon though we pulled away.

“Did I meet your hug standards?” He asked.

“Yes. I would say you met the standards well. You get an A+.” I said referencing his A- on bawking.

He grinned, “Just another thing I excel at.”

I rolled my eyes a bit at his cheeky grin, but ended up grinning myself, “Well I had fun, Ben. I’ll see you around I’m sure.”

“I’m very sure.” He gave a small smile and wave, “Have a nice rest of your day, try not to cut yourself anymore.” Cut myself? I don’t cut mysel- oh yeah I fell on my bum.

I waved back to him, “I’ll try but there’s only so much I can do. Bye bye.”

“Byyyye.” He waved once more before turning away and putting his hands in his pockets. I watched him go just to be sure there wasn’t anything else to add before I went back into my room. I just had my first date. Giddily I went over to my desk and saw my paper and pen that I had out from earlier.

Dear Emma,

[desvel4da]

Q&A

The meaning behind my url: I’m always sleepy

A picture of me: look at my tagged_me

How many tattoos i have and what they are: 3. 2 on my arm of a hand holding a rose & a seashell w a pearl in it

Last time i cried and why: probably driving in my car, heard sum sad music playing that made me emotional. I be crying in my car like none of the drivers can see me lol

Piercings i have: ears

Favorite band: this is too hard to answer. I can probably tell u a favorite band of a certain genre or decade but this too broad

Biggest turn offs: ppl that think they’re above others / try to belittle others

Top 5 (insert subject): top 5 favorite colors: red, purple, black, yellow, pink

Tattoos i want: wayyyy too many to list here

Biggest turn ons: talents, being taken care of, someone being their real self uninhibitted, someone letting me be my real self uninhibitted in front of them

Age: 23

Ideas of a perfect date: we look at art together at a museum... we both dressed to the nines & we look hot as fuck. we go eat some bomb ass food overlooking the seaside ...dope flowing conversation... & go for a walk on the shore as we share a blunt in the warm sunset....Then we go for a drink and dance the night away to some funky ass music. 

Life goal:  to be happy and fulfilled with myself & make a difference for others 

Piercings i want: maybe more ear piercings

Relationship status: single

Favorite movie: once again... too broad of a question. I need genres lol

A fact about my life: its like a movie i swear lol

Phobia:  Trypophobia. shit creeps me out

Middle name: wasn’t given one

Height: 5″7

Are you a virgin? No

What’s your shoe size? 8.5 or 9 depending on the shoe style/ brand

What’s your sexual orientation? straight

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? yea

Someone you miss: my cat Nena

What’s one thing you regret? wasting my time w certain people

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: monica bellucci or naomi campbell

Favorite ice cream? peanutbutter chocolate or red velvet

One insecurity: my laugh. its loud 

What my last text message says: HAHAHA

Have you ever taken a picture naked? yes

Have you ever painted your room? yes

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? yes

Have you ever slept naked? yes

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? who hasn’t

Have you ever had a crush? many

Have you ever been dumped? lmao yes

Have you ever stole money from a friend? no

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? does uber count?

Have you ever been in a fist fight? once in hi skool & 2 weeks ago lol

Have you ever snuck out of your house? yes

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? yes

Have you ever been arrested? yes.....

Have you ever made out with a stranger? no.

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? lol

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? i’ve ran away twice b4

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? one of them

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? yes

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? yes

Have you ever seen someone die? no

Have you ever been on a plane? yes

Have you ever kissed a picture? yes

Have you ever slept in until 3? yes

Have you ever love someone or miss someone right now? hell yea

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? not in a while

Have you ever made a snow angel? “     “

Have you ever played dress up? yea

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? yes

Have you ever been lonely? at times

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? work no. school yesss lol

Have you ever been to a club? yes

Have you ever felt an earthquake? ive felt the aftershocks of an earthquake & it was trippy

Have you ever touched a snake? many. human ones too haha

Have you ever ran a red light? yes

Have you ever been suspended from school? hahaha yes. for the aforementioned fist fight

Have you ever had detention? yes

Have you ever been in a car accident? yes

Have you ever hated the way you look? this is a read lmaooo

Have you ever witnessed a crime? every day b

Have you ever pole danced? i ain’t THAT talented

Have you ever been lost? currently

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? well i live in the middle of the country....so the opposite would b under? which yes i have

Have you ever felt like dying? ha... next question

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? yes 

Have you ever sang karaoke? no i dont hav the range honey

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? never say never 

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? yes... hahaha it was when i was lil i was w my cousin and right after i took a sip of sprite she made me laugh and that shit came out my nostrils lmao... thatshithurtedtho LMAO

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? slept with on a bed? yes but no sex involved

Have you ever kissed in the rain? yea bitch im a romantic

Have you ever sang in the shower? yes

Have you ever made out in a park? yes i love nature

Have you ever dream that you married someone? don’t recall

Have you ever glued your hand to something? jus happened to me this weekend i glued my hand to an artificial flower on accident 

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? i ain’t corny lik that

Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked? hmmmmmm ima hav to say no for that one

Have you ever been a cheerleader? yeah when i was in kindergarten. i didn’t like how they always say “Ready? Okay.” before every cheer tho and i got fed up and quit lmaooooo

Have you ever sat on a roof top? yes

Have you ever brush your teeth? yes

Have you ever ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? no

Have you ever played chicken? whats that

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? no but ive jumped into a lake with all my clothes on

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? lol yea

Have you ever broken a bone? no 

Have you ever been easily amused? naw

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? those r the besssst

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? hahaha yes

Have you ever cheated on a test? ya

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? yes

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? for sure

Give us one thing about you that no one knows.  I love writing and am looking for a penpal.

hope that gave u the insight u were looking for.... if not,my asks are open u know :)

[nightmareofcat]

Act of God

Sophie looked at Loki and made a disapproving face at him. “No. You may not hurt him. He has presents and is actually on our side here. Be nice.”

She took Loki by the hand and gestured to the door. “Show us the toys, Tony!”

Tony took the water bottle from her and held her now free hand and tugged them out the door. “Good choice, dollface. I have something special for you too.”  His dark eyes twinkled as he grinned.

Loki glowered from his place at the rear of their makeshift train, not appreciating Stark's appearance one bit. A soft growl left him at the grin Tony gave Sophie.

Stark chattered all the way into the elevator and on the ride up. “Seriously, I've made some stunning breakthroughs because we've had the glow stick of destiny and the readings from your ring to work with. I found a whole new energy source to work with that the nano tech LOVES.”

Sophie nodded as she listened, but gently eased her hand out of Tony's grasp.

The grumpy god perked up slightly at the mention of his scepter and the ring. “What kind of breakthroughs and what is nano tech?”

“It's building things at the atomic or molecular level. Really tiny stuff, things you can't stick batteries in. Now the power that your light up gear has, flows freely, no carrier, no receptors. I can use power that moves like that to OVER power nano tech devices.” Tony waved his hands around. “Aaaaaand BOOM!” He grinned at Loki and strode down the hall, not stopped to swing open the double doors to his workshop.

Loki stared at the eccentric billionaire with a look of confusion, he may understand most concepts but for some reason Stark still made no sense to him. Once they made it through the double doors, Loki stopped dead in his tracks at seeing the far wall lined with many of Tony's suits. “Stark; I swear, to every god I know, that if you have cloned yourself then I am pointing Thanos directly at you. Why do you have so many of your flying suits of armor?”

“Always upgrading.” Tony said as he left their sides to move around the room check and adjusting and fidgiting with things. “One need better battery power, one needed better armor, THAT one needed to have the, ahem, codpiece expanded... But cloning... hmmmmmm I haven't gotten into that yet. Could be interesting........” His voice tapered off as he stroked his goatee and pulled up a computer screen to move data around on.

“Could be terrifying.” Sophie cut in. “But do you have anything practical here?”

“Could be?” Loki whispered harshly next to her ear. “The thought of Stark reproducing is frightening enough, cloning is cause for unadulterated terror.” The inherent curiosity in Loki got the better of him; slowly he approached a table with many different contraptions on it, a small one with propeller’s on caught his eye. “What are these?”

“Drones!” Tony barked and he hopped over to pick one up. “This one is for observation, picks up every image and sound and some kinds of radiation for 100 yards in every direction. That black one, carries the same kind of particle beam emitter as my gauntlets. Small enough to work like scalpels. One next to it is a Trojan Horse, looks like the observational model, but carries a cloud of explosive nano bots. There are a few other kinds.”

Sophie took a step away from the table at the phrase "explosive nano bots".

Loki too, took an unconscious step back from the table and swallowed audibly. “Will they know friend from foe?”

“They don't. Jarvis does, though.” He moved on to swing a screen toward them with technical drawings and video of some kinds of vehicles. “We will have a fleet of these to move troops and command personnel around. Well... those of us that can't fly.” A dark eyebrow arched at Loki.

An equally dark brow arched to match the man in front of him. “And the ones that cannot fly are perfectly content to not do so unless necessary.” Loki stepped closer to the screen, looking over some of the details of the drawings. “It says one of these vehicles can carry dozens of warriors but did you take into account the added weight of armor and Asgardian bone and muscle density? A fully equipped warrior can weigh nearly twice that of a regular mortal. I can see they are also equipped for frozen and solid surfaces but how will they fare when the permafrost turns to mud?”

“All been accounted for, Horn Dog.” Tony snapped and brusquely turned off the screen and shoved it away.

Sophie covered her mouth and tried not to laugh at the pissing contest that was starting between the two men.

“What about the electro-static discharge across the circuits of the drones from the Bi-Frost?” Lokis arms crossed as a hip cocked to the side. “The electromagnetic pulse from Moljnir when it strikes ice? Do you have a solution for the communication issues, especially the language barrier?” His fingers started to drum against his upper arm. “Will the drones be able to crack the armor of the Leviathans?”

Tony thumped Loki on the shoulder as he walked past him to stand in front of a panel in the wall. “Ya know what, Frosty? You worry too much. Just believe that everything here was built with you friends in mind.”

Stark turned to Sophie and gave her his best smile as he pressed a button that opened the panel. It revealed a body suit hanging inside. “Come here, sweetness. This is all for you. I was pretty thorough with the measurements, so it should hug all of those hills and valleys of yours just fine.”

Loki spun on his heel to follow Tony, only to stop dead in his tracks. His eyes widened before snapping out of his stupor and rushing at the billionaire, slapping his hand on Tony's shoulder and whipping him around, snarling in his face. “What is the meaning of this?!” The now irate god pointed at the garment in the wall. “That is not needed, especially not from you.” Loki seethed, teeth clenching while the emerald fire in Loki's eyes burned straight into Tony. “Sophie’s' wellbeing will be handled by me.”

Tony backed away with his hands up in a surrendering gesture, but obviously pleased at the fact he provoked Loki this much. “Easy now. Your brother and Fury signed off on it. It's just an environmental suit with a few tweaks. We ARE going to the Arctic and you're the only Popsicle among us. Well, you and Cap.”

Sophie went over and touched the black and green piece of clothing. “Wow. That's weird. I'm touching it.” She pulled on a sleeve experimentally. “But I can't actually FEEL it. It weighs nothing.”

The fabric of the sleeve pooled in her hand, not even filling her palm. “So, it's like high grade long underwear? This is going to keep me warm?”

Tony stepped in a wide arch around Loki, over to Sophie and the suit. “Keep you warm, keep you cool, keep you perky...” He laughed. “It's not quite armor but most particle beams will slide right off of it.”

Loki was entirely not amused by Tony's antics. “And why would she need this?”

Tony crossed his arms over his chest and gave Loki a look like he was the most ridiculous person in the world. “Ummmm, so you can do whatever it is that only you seem qualified to know about and not worry that our little princess here isn't freezing anything perky off.”

“Would you cease with the pointing out of anything perky.” Loki pinched the bridge of his nose in aggravation, trying quite hard not to throw something at the billionaire. “I had the not freezing bit taken care of you imbecile.”

Sophie turned her head and looked at Loki. “You did? I didn't know that. But this isn't so bad. Feel it.. or feel that you can't feel it. Either way.”

She turned back to Tony. “Thank you for thinking about me. I've been afraid I'd get lost in the people with super powers.”

The annoyed god stepped forward to feel said material, begrudgingly and silently he admitted it might be useful as an added layer of protection. “Yes elskling, we had spoken of getting you armor, remember? If you have changed your mind then please inform me.”

“Well, armor seems like it could get pretty cold, that's all. I haven't changed my mind. I can wear both.” Sophie stepped closer to Loki and looked up at him with big, wide eyes. “Dear, It's not like anyone is meaning to insult you with this.”

Her hand shot out and she pointed at Tony without moving her gaze from Loki. “Shut it before you open it, Stark. It won't help.”

“We're all a team in this. Right? We're all in this together. It's OK.”  This time she was speaking to Loki.

“I am not the one being insulted, it is you.” Loki stared levelly into her wide eyes. “This... cloth speaks more of lingerie than thermal protection. I doubt it even has an anti-microbial barrier or protection from chafing.” He sniffed in distaste at the garment. “If we are in this together then it would have been nice to be consulted about the matter, then we could have collaborated on something spectacular for you. The other items seem to truly be helpful; at least in that, I shall agree.”

Sophie opened her mouth to argue with Loki, but quickly shut it and exhaled heavily through her nose when she decided that this was a lost cause. How could something she couldn't even feel chafe?  

Tony broke the tension in the air by speaking as he walked toward the door. “Aaaaaaanyway, that's about all I have in here right now. I can sent you the specs for the stuff we are already moving to base.”

Loki shrugged. “No point now is there? We will see soon enough if it works; if it doesn't then we all die, no pressure.” He wandered back over to the table, looking at random bits and pieces still laying around. “Anything else we need to see?”

“No. Guess not. All good here. Don't get lost on the way out.” Tony shot at Loki as he held the door open.

“Good luck with him, princess.” He whispered to Sophie as she passed by.

He tossed the scrap he was examining back on the table then sauntered out the door to the elevator. “Well that was enlightening.”

“Hey. Hey!” Sophie called as she scurried to catch up to Loki's long strides. “What was that about? Are you OK? You're usually in a ..... well, different mood than this after we've fought or sparred.”

“You know as well as I that Stark rubs me the wrong way. Never have and most likely never will get along with him. I tolerate his existence for your sake.” He pressed the call button for the lift. “Perhaps he reminds me too much of myself from years ago; arrogant to a fault and convinced he knows everything.” Loki's arms crossed as he stared at the shiny metal doors in front of him. “I am trying to share what I know, give details with important information but how are we supposed to work effectively like this? He deliberately takes shots at me through you and it leaves me wanting nothing more than smearing his face all over the street below.”

Sophie ran her hand along his taught arms and she leaned in toward him. “You shouldn't let him bother you like that. No matter what he does, I'm right here with you, aren't I? It's just talk and won't ever come to anything at all. I think he just does it because he's terrified of you.”

“As he should be.” Loki's arms uncrossed and he slid one around her waist. “I am still settling in on this person I’ve become, people like Stark do not help. Most times I am content but as soon as he is in the room my hackles rise like an angry cat. I do not understand it myself.”

As Sophie's arms started to slide around Loki to hold him, the elevator dinged and opened. She sighed and stepped inside, pulling him with her.  “I don't know either. But he needs some slack too. From what I saw in the files Nat let me look at on the computer, when Tony went through that hole you tore in the sky to stop the Chitauri, he DIED. Flat out died and they brought him back somehow.” She reached up and caressed his cheek. “And this person right here, I know he understands when someone else is in pain from something like that. He understands my pain.”

Loki released an unamused bark of laughter. “Oh he died? That’s nice, when he does it a few more times then I shall try to understand him.” His hand cradled hers against his cheek. “I understand you because you know what it is like to have no one.”

“I'll stop trying to sell him to you, but one last thought. He names the robots in that lab and talks to them. I don't think the list of people he has is very long either.” Sophie rose to her toes and gently kissed Loki. “You try to understand me. And you mostly do. I love you for trying.”

“Elskling, if I ever truly figured you out then life would become boring. You may say you are a simple woman and yet I find you one of the most confounding people I know.” A small grin appeared on his face. “I mean that in the most loving way, of course.”

“Of COURSE,” She laughed as the door chimed and slid open. “Come on, you and I have to get back home. So we can sit around and have nothing to do for the rest of the day.”

He sighed dramatically. “If you insist, love. We have a weasel that will enjoy the down time.”

Sophie stepped out of the elevator, then turned to face Loki and walked backward down the hallway. “That is, unless you have better ideas?”