#answer: very

[friendlyfaded]

how mad would david get if he saw darlin and asher playing beyblades during a pack meeting?

[sunshinelikerain]

yes i hang out in my garage okay

[a-very-fond-farewell]

looking for ancient tombs au where jc is a proper archaeologist while his best friend wwx is just really great at treasure hunts and wishes to become rich with his besties (wn and wq) and they are in a rat race sort of match to find The Artifact™️ (the seal??) that will allow either jc to finish his very obscure PhD thesis or wwx to, like, win a lot of fucking money and pay off a huge debt but! wwx finds the object first, decides to leave it to his brother instead, loses the bet he had made with the person (wc) he was indebted with, leaves so not to endanger his family from the debt collector (wzl), and has to become a fraud and live off of forgeries he learns to make along the way, scattering fake-ancient artifacts for jc to find to let him know he’s still alive but jc only uses them to expose the mysterious person behind them, obsessing over it. lwj is the eye candy in all this and at some point lets wwx kidnap him when jc is this close to catch the infamous forgering bastard who, conveniently, often wears a mask to hide his true hidentity

[lemongogo]

anyways how fucked up would it be if hawks kept his original design

[g0dblessthefandom]

From Glee; the Unofficial Guide

[icypantherwrites]

Fic Update: Brightest Day of Your Darkest Hour, Chapter 8

And enter Katie ♥ Oh ho, am I excited. This chapter is... yeah. Just go read it.

Read it on: AO3

Chapter snippet: 

“I’m Katie,” she stuck her hand out, “and you must be Keith. My dad talks about you all the time; says you’re the best pilot he’s ever seen.”

Keith accepted her hand but shook his head. “No. That’d be my brother.”

“I disagree,” she said. “I’ve seen your scores. But hey, don’t get all defensive,” she elbowed him, hard, as Keith felt himself bristling on behalf of Lance who had worked so hard to get where he was. Maybe Lance wasn’t the best pilot based on test scores and simulations (Keith had already beaten every record the Garrison had so he knew that part was true) but he had the most heart, the most compassion, and although he downplayed it behind his carefree demeanor Keith knew Lance was just as sharp if not more so than Veronica and saw things for what they were and such a quality meant more than who could fly a simulation the fastest.

“I don’t mean it as a negative,” Katie continued. “I mean, I know I’m smarter than my brother and he’s amazing himself.”

Keith looked at her again. This girl? Smarter than Matt Holt?

“But that’s looking at just the numbers,” she said. “On paper both of us appear to be the higher performing siblings, but we both also know that’s not true. Out there, in the world…” she turned, a soft smile gracing her features as she looked out towards the ship, “people like them truly shine. We’re lucky to have them, huh?”

Keith’s throat felt oddly choked and so he nodded.

“So hey,” she whipped a phone out of a hidden pocket on her dress. “We should keep in touch. You know, families of the crew and all that. Give me your number.”

“Um…”

“You don’t know your own number? Are you serious?”

[darling-vixx]

jaehwan; rock ur body

Like the main character that’s been cast under a spell If you freeze, I’ll run to you, trust me

(image source)

This is part of the 1101 follower event!

“Noooo,” you wail, jumping to your feet, and for a moment you seriously consider picking up your computer and throwing it at a wall. Thankfully, common sense prevails, and you sit back down with a huff, annoyed that the boss monster has killed your entire party once again.

You hear similar curses through your headset, and you can’t help but grin in response. “Maybe you should have tried being cute instead,” you tease across the ‘net to one of your party (cute_n0se_f^iry), to whom the voice belongs. It’s a really nice voice, even when it’s raised in frustration. “I hear orcs like that sort of thing.”

“It doesn’t work on you,” cute_n0se_f^iry fires back, and the other members of your party “ohhhhh” in response to that burn. You can’t help but grin in amusement, even though nobody is there to see.

“Are we doing another run, or is everyone done for the day?” you ask, and hear a couple of ‘sorry’s in response. Looks as though you’re going to have to try this dungeon again another day.

“I’ve gotta run,” cute_n0se_f^iry says apologetically, and you pout. “Are you sure?” you ask, trying to sound as cute as possible. You can almost hear him narrow his eyes at you, even though that’s impossible. “Yeah,” he replies. “I’m sorry. I have something I can’t ditch, not even for you!”

You sigh. “I understand,” you tell him, as the other members of your party say their goodbyes in the background. “I should probably get some work done, too.”

“See you next time, though?” he adds hopefully, which brings a smile back to your lips. “Of course,” you reply. “Don’t miss me too much until then!”

It probably wasn’t the best crush to have. Falling for someone across an occasionally sketchy headset wasn’t exactly the most sustainable of relationships, but you hadn’t been able to help yourself. cute_n0se_f^iry was one of the sweetest people you’d ever ‘met’, with an endlessly optimistic attitude and a unique sense of humor. You’d started questing together by complete accident – you’d both been playing the Halloween event on the same server, and had discovered that you were a good team – but as time went on, you’d started playing together regularly.

It’d taken one late-night quest, just the two of you, for you to really fall for him. You’d finished the quest chain just as dawn broke in the game, and the two of you had stopped on a virtual hill and talked about everything under the sun. You’d become really close… well. As close as you can be when you only meet in-game.

You ponder the problem as you walk to work, a hidden little bookstore/café in one of the quieter districts. It’s not the most glamorous of jobs, but you like it, so much so that you’ve worked there for three years already. You find yourself wondering if cute_n0se_f^iry would like the ambiance of the place, and shake yourself before you drift off into daydream land.

A couple hours later, you’re cleaning one of the coffee machines, elbow-deep in coffee-scented suds, when you hear the door chime and look up to see a group of three young men, about your age. The tallest of the three is obviously showing the other two around, if you’re judging by their wide eyes and enchanted expressions, and you smile to yourself before going to wash up and get ready to take their order.

When they approach the counter, one of them is still enthusing about the books. “I wonder if they have a good fantasy section,” he says, eyes bright, and the other two share a look. “Maybe there’s a window seat – that would be amazing – “

“Then let me make your day,” you say with amusement, and the three of them jump, apparently not expecting you to be behind the cashier. “We do have a window seat, and it’s right in the middle of the fantasy section. It’s basically the perfect reading spot, if someone else doesn’t get there first!”

The excited boy reaches across the till to you. “Noble barista,” he says dramatically, and the other two burst into a fit of giggles. “I owe you my life.”

“You also owe us coffee,” says one of the other men, and he pauses in his enthusiastic declaration. “C’mon, Jaehwan. Some of us aren’t huge nerds.”

“Then some of us are missing out,” you say mildly, and smile at them all. “What can I get for you?”

It isn’t until they leave the till, chattering happily, that you think one of them sounded familiar.

“I can’t move!” you yell, and button mash furiously, trying to get back control. “Dammit, I’m paralyzed. Heeelp!”

The rest of your party is a bit occupied at the moment, so you can’t precisely blame them for not getting to you. However, cute_n0se_f^iry proclaims that he’ll come to your rescue (making your heart flutter), and gallops away from the rest of the group, to general protest. You watch as his character stops next to yours and reaches out a hand, and the healing animation begins.

“Ah, I knew I could count on you,” you say. “Thank you for making my day, noble hero.”

Unusually for cute_n0se_f^iry, he stutters, enough that the rest of your party jumps on it and starts teasing him over the headset. Your avatar is healed without further fanfare, and you try to ask him about it at the end of the game, but he bids everyone a hasty goodbye and leaves you reeling.

He doesn’t log on for another few days. You keep checking your friends list for some sign that he’s alive, and he hasn’t deleted his character, but he hasn’t logged on since that last campaign. You don’t know what went wrong – you just hope that he’s okay.

You’re at work five days later, frowning at the till, when you hear your name and look up. Except it’s not your name – it’s your username. You blink a couple times, trying to process this, and the fact that Enthusiastic Fantasy Boy is standing in front of you with an uncertain smile.

“Um, hi?” you say, slowly, and he nods a bunch of times in a row, as if he’s confirmed something to himself. “It is you,” he says, and repeats your username. “I can’t believe it – I never thought I’d get to meet you in real life.”

His voice is starting to sound more and more familiar, and you furrow your brow thoughtfully. “Are you saying… you’re…”

“Cute nose fairy!” he chirps, and frames his face with his hands, as if to demonstrate that he is, in fact, cute and in possession of a nose. “I just…” he scratches the back of his neck. “I wasn’t sure if it was weird or not to introduce myself, especially because you’re at work, and because I have a really big crush on you, but I just couldn’t resist after I figured it out, so I hope you’re not uncomfortable, I’m so sorry if you are –“

You hold up your hand to stop him, a smile growing on your lips. You can’t believe this is happening. “You have a crush on me?” you clarify, and he shifts from foot to foot.

“Yeah,” he says, bashfully. “Especially now that I see you – you’re really cute.”

“That makes two of us,” you say in return, and he beams.