agent-eggy:

Despite most people assuming he did, Harry really didn’t enjoy spending his time in libraries. He enjoyed reading, mind you, it helped him relax and flee the insanity that was real life for a while, but he’d much rather do this at home, with a nice cuppa and a warm blanket. But as it was, he didn’t have much of a choice, since being at university meant spending a lot of his time at the library to do research and write essays. On the other hand, it allowed him to spend a few hours without his roommate Merlin. He loved his friend dearly, he really did, but when Merlin had to write an essay he became unbearable. Harry had tried to make him start his writing earlier than two days before the deadline numerous times, but it was to no avail. And so two days before Merlin had to hand in something, he’d pull all-nighters and ran on caffeine and ridiculously unhealthy snacks, and would have the worst mood swings from the lack of sleep and the pressure he put himself under. So Harry would flee the dorm they shared as often as possible during those times and more often than not, found himself at the library where he might as well use his time and work on his own papers. So in some way, Merlin’s bad habit was of some use for Harry. He never finished papers this early before he shared a room with his friend.

Harry liked to tell himself this was the only reason he came to the library so frequently. It had absolutely nothing to do with the cute boy that worked here part-time. Nothing. Not even when the boy smiled at him and greeted him with a cheerful, “Heya, Harry! How’re ya doin’?” every time he stepped a foot into the building.

The boy’s name was Eggsy and they had a few classes together. Even though a lot of people assumed he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed when they first saw him, and Harry had to admit he was one of them, he was a very bright young man who put a lot of effort into his education. Eggsy worked at the library to earn his tuition, as his mother wasn’t able to pay for it, and still attended all classes, handed all papers in on time and never complained, at least Harry ever heard him complain. Not that they were particularly close, they weren’t even friends, really, but they had had quite a few chats and met for coffee once. Well, there had been two other people because they met to finish a group project, but still.

But when Harry entered the library today, mentally preparing himself for the happy grin Eggsy would give him, he was disappointed – the counter was deserted and Eggsy was nowhere to be seen.

“Stop being stupid, he’s probably doing his work and sorting books into the shelves. They didn’t hire him to greet you,” Harry quietly reminded himself with a shake of his head. At least he wouldn’t be distracted by thoughts of Eggsy for the next thirty minutes and could go straight to working on his essay, he thought to himself and started to wander the shelves in search of his books.

He didn’t have a crush on Eggsy. He didn’t. Eggsy was just a very nice young man who was blessed with extremely good looks and a great personality. It was just natural Harry liked him, who wouldn’t? Well, there were quite a few people that didn’t actually. Some of his fellow students thought Eggsy didn’t belong here. The worst of all were Charlie and his friends, who made it their mission to bully Eggsy and show him how much better than him they exactly thought they were. Just when Harry was about to get angry just from the thought of Charlie and his gang, he stopped in his tracks and looked around himself, inspecting the backs of the books with a look of confusion on his face. How did he end up in the sociology section of the library?

But there wasn’t much time to wonder about this. Harry heard quick footsteps behind himself and turned to look who was in such a rush. Was it Merlin, who realised he was missing a book for his paper? No, Merlin wouldn’t be in this section anyway, it couldn’t possibly be him. He only saw a flash of a white snapback before he stumbled back a few steps when the owner of the cap ran straight into his chest and stumbled back himself. Reflexively Harry extended his arms and curled them around the person to prevent them from falling to the floor, and a hot rush of embarrassment coloured his cheeks when he noticed he was pressing a specific blond tightly to his chest.

“Uff…Shit, hey Haz, I’m so sorry,” Eggsy apologised with a tight grin on his lips, “Didn’t see ya standin’ there. But thanks fo’ catchin’ me.” At the end of his sentence Eggsy’s grin widened slightly, and Harry quickly let go off him. He could feel his cheeks grow even hotter.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said and cleared his throat.

“I’m kinda in a hurry, so-” But before Eggsy could finish, a hushed voice called out for him.

“Eggsy?”

“Shit, he found me,” Eggsy cursed and looked around frantically.

“Who found you?” Immediately Harry straightened his back and let his eyes wander around. Was someone bullying Eggsy again? He’d tell that person exactly what he thought about this and would personally ensure they wouldn’t be happy ever again, he never saw Eggsy this anxious. But Harry didn’t get an answer to his question. He noticed Eggsy’s eyes were suddenly on him and he looked like he was contemplating something, then he grabbed Harry by his lapels and pulled him down.

Harry had no idea how he ended up in a situation like this. All he wanted was to be freed from Merlin’s moods for a while and work on his essays and now he was in the sociology section of the library, with an armful of Eggsy and his lips tightly pressed to his own in a very uncoordinated but somehow still enjoyable kiss. He couldn’t even do anything, he was in complete shock until he heard someone from behind Eggsy gasp. He attempted to break the kiss and ask Eggsy what on earth had gotten into him, but Eggsy chose this exact moment to curl his arms around Harry’s neck and pull him a bit closer, while he opened his lips just a bit and quietly moaned into the kiss.

Oh good Lord.

Harry’s cheeks immediately turned bright red again while a shiver ran down his spine, then pooled at the very bottom of his stomach, and his hands worked on their own accord; they pressed against the small of Eggsy’s back and pushed him impossibly closer. Harry almost missed the footsteps that quickly faded away until their surroundings grew completely quiet again.

Just as quick as Eggsy had kissed him, he broke the kiss and took a step away from Harry. “I’m so sorry, Harry. Oh my God,” he whispered. A lovely shade of red coloured Eggsy’s cheeks now. It matched the colour of his lips, the glowing pink that was clear evidence of what they had just done.

“I- er…This was just-…y’kno’…” Eggsy fidgeted with them hem of his shirt and bit his bottom lip, and Harry had to suppress the urge to pull him close and kiss him again.

“My ex suddenly turned up here ‘n wanted to talk to me, but he’s an arse so I tried to avoid him, but he kept followin’ me ‘round ‘n demanded we talk, so I thought, if he thought I have a new boyfriend…he might leave me alone…Y’kno’…”

Harry’s stomach clenched uncomfortably. So this had just been a way of getting rid of Eggsy’s ex-partner.

“Oh.” Harry couldn’t think of more to say without embarrassing himself, “Right.”

“I’m sorry, Harry, honestly. This was so inappropriate.” Eggsy squirmed now, his face growing even redder and his eyes wandered to the floor.

Harry didn’t say anything. He couldn’t deny he was utterly disappointed and maybe he had a small crush on Eggsy after all, but it seemed to be hopeless. When there was no verbal answer to his apology Eggsy looked up again and flinched as he saw into Harry’s face.

“…..Harry?” His voice was quiet, almost a whisper again, but Harry could hear a touch of uncertainty in it.

“It’s quite alright, Eggsy. I understand, you were in an uncomfortable situation and it seemed like an adequate way out. But now I’ll have to ask you to excuse me, I do have some writing to do.” Harry nodded at Eggsy, then turned to walk away before he’d lost all of his dignity.

“Harry, wait!”

With a sigh, Harry turned back to Eggsy. “Yes, Eggsy?”

Eggsy pressed his lips to a thin line and took a deep breath, as though he was steadying himself for what he was about to say. Suddenly warm fingers curled around Harry’s wrist in a loose grip and Harry looked down, watched Eggsy’s fingers twitch away, before their grip grew firmer, more confident.

“Go on a date wif me?”

Harry felt dizzy from how quickly his head shot up. “Eggsy, I think your ex won’t-”

“No, no, not cos of my ex. Just cos I, y’kno’, kinda like ya. Kinda like ya a lot, in fact. So, maybe…If ya wanna, ‘n I didn’t scare ya away wif this stupid move, we could…meet fo’ a coffee? Or sumfin’?”

There was a moment in which Harry considered the possibility he was dreaming all of this, but his lips still tingled from the kiss and he could feel the warmth of Eggsy’s fingers against his wrist, so it had to be real. Eggsy was actually asking him out.

“Yes.” A bit embarrassed by his eager answer Harry pressed his lips together. “I….Yes. I’d like to, very much.”

Eggsy’s eyes lightened up and it was probably the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen. “Really?” Eggsy asked, as though he couldn’t quite believe it, but he didn’t even give Harry any time to answer, “Great! I’m gonna shoot ya a text, yeah? Wif a place and date, okay?”

Harry nodded, a warm smile on his face. “Please do so. I’m looking forward to it.”

“So am I,” Eggsy grinned brightly. Then he took a step closer and rose to his tiptoes, and pressed a quick peck to Harry’s lips. “Now go ‘n get yer writin’ done, so ya got time fo’ me later.” There was a barely visible blush on Eggsy’s cheeks as he stared up into Harry’s eyes, and this bright grin of his, that seemed to lighten up the whole room. “And you go get your work done,” Harry responded with a gentle smile and earned a quiet chuckle from Eggsy. “Will do. Talk to ya later then, Haz!”

Eggsy turned around and when he was just about to turn the corner, Harry called after him, “Eggsy?”

“Yeah?”

“If there will be more exes you need to get rid of today, you’ll find me at the desks in the history section.”

An amused, but at the same time slightly embarrassed expressions appeared on Eggsy’s face. “Thanks, Harry.”


Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear @breathtakinglybrutal happy birthday to yoooooou! ❤

I wish you the most amazing day, Love! 😀 With lots of cake and presents ❤

Y’all go and take a minute to wish this beatiful girl a happy birthday!

“You’re passed out on airplane in the seat across the aisle and I’m making faces at your kid so they won’t freak out and wake you” au with Harry Eggsy and Daisy please

krissielee:

Ugh, I hate how this ends. I had those whole story that I just can’t figure out how to write down, with Eggsy taking Daisy and running away from home, becoming an expat in Portugal, but … can’t do that in so few words and I suck so much oh my godddddd.


The flight from London to Lisbon wasn’t necessarily long,
but it seemed like the young man sitting opposite Harry needed the rest. He’d
gotten the young girl travelling with him buckled into her seat, played with
her through take-off, and begun to drift to sleep. The girl, however, was wide
awake, and seemed a bit fussy, though Harry wasn’t sure if it was her nature or
the fact that they were on a plane.

Before she could wake the young man, Harry got her
attention, making faces at her until she smiled and laughed, no longer focused
on the sleeping man beside her.

“What’s your name, darling?” he asked her, and she flushed.
Clearly she knew better than to speak to strangers, but she squirmed in her
seat before looking at her hands.

“Daisy,” she mumbled, and Harry smiled.

“Well, Miss Daisy, I’m Harry. Would you like to play with me
while your … brother sleeps?”

It was a good guess, clearly; while it wouldn’t have been
odd for the young man to be the father of such a young girl, they didn’t quite
bear the resemblance of father and daughter. Daisy nodded, and Harry froze. He
hadn’t thought about how to entertain a child in a long time. He tugged a deck
of cards from his pocket, well-worn from use on countless missions in the past—never
with a child, though.

“Do you know how to play Kings in the Corner?”

The plane was landing before Daisy’s brother woke up, but
she and Harry had become fast friends in the three hours they were together. He
jerked awake, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. “What? Daisy?” he mumbled,
and Daisy looked at him, smiling wide.

“Harry played with me!” she said proudly, and Harry smiled
slightly.

“You looked as though you could use the rest,” he explained,
holding out his hand. “Harry Hart.”

“Eggsy,” the young man replied, taking Harry’s hand and
shaking it. “Soz if she was a bother …”

“Oh, no, not at all! Miss Daisy and I got on rather well,”
Harry said. “She’s a very sweet girl. And she told me how you’ve promised to
take her to see the ocean while you’re here.” She’d also said some other
things, things that had Harry worried for the welfare of both her and her
brother, but he hadn’t come up with a plan yet for that. Daisy was far too
young to have seen the things she spoke of so matter-of-factly in the way only
a child who knew no different could.

“Well, cheers, then,” Eggsy said, and as they disembarked
from the plane, Harry stuck close, pausing only a moment before touching Eggsy’s
arm. He didn’t miss the way he stiffened at the touch.

“If you need anything while you’re here, please call me,”
Harry said, handing over a business card. “Your sister deserves nothing but the
best, and I want to help.” He meant it, too; he wanted to give the girl the
world already, and he thought that if only half of what she’d said about Eggsy
was true, he’d want the same for him as well.

Eggsy took the card, then smiled slightly. “Yeah, all right.” But then he paused, throngs of people bustling around them, but the silence wasn’t
uncomfortable. It just felt … desperate, as though none of them wanted to part
ways.

“Would you like a ride home?”


Still accepting prompts, if you want to hop in line for my crap!

futuredescending:

I can’t sleep, so have some Harry/Roxy, care of this prompt:

Hey, I have a Harry/Roxy prompt. How about the two get together while being partnered on a mission? It can be twu luv or just an one-off. But I’m really interested to see Harry and Roxy have some interaction and get to know each other better without the Eggsy/Merlin buffer. – thisbirdhadflown


One time, Roxy flat out asked, Did you love him?

It was a few months after V-Day, and they both came out of it alive with shiny new titles to their name and an organisation half in ruins, but the Eggsy who emerged from Valentine’s bunker was different than the boy who sparred, joked, and went on early morning runs with her during the Lancelot trials. More sorrow. More weight on his shoulders: easily a few thousand deaths on his mind.

He is more quiet now. Aged a lot faster than he ought to have: deeper lines on his face, darker shadows beneath his eyes. She frequently catches him staring into the contents of his glass like it contains tea leaves instead of scotch. The fire in the hearth would gleam off his neat, left-parted hair and reflect in the lenses of his glasses. Squint, and she could see the man who frequently haunts his thoughts.

He hadn’t even hesitated, or looked caught off guard by the question. Just resigned, like he’d been waiting for the inevitable.

Of course I did.

Keep reading

Prove Them Wrong!

seducemedoofus:

Thank you @releasetheclownpls for the prompt!


Matthew was sick and tired of his brothers teasing him for what he likes, tired of them mocking him for the way he talks, they just loved to be mean to him.

And he was tired of it.

Groaning, he put his face in his hands.

What can I do to prove to them that I’m not a child? He thought. Damien is the youngest out of us yet they conisder me the child.

“It does’t make sense!” He sat up in frustration.

Sinking back down on to the sofa, he closed his eyes and thought.

His unique power was often the subject of his teasing.

His brothers had more “useful” powers as Sam put it, than him.

Summoning tendrils to his aid was much more cool and dangerous than making toys appear in his pocket.

Super strength and speed were much more cool to show off than having marbles spill out of his pocket.

Hell, even being able to read peoples minds was creepy, but cool nonetheless than making a killer bunny and giving it as a gift to your friend.

“They never bothered to learn the full extent of my power and the danger it holds,” He drapped an arm over his eyes.

The sounds of battle made him sit up and go over to the back garden.

His brothers were training without him.

Rolling his eyes and running a hand down his face, a plan formed in his mind.

He glanced over to Damien to see if he caught it, thankfully he was too caught up in battling Sam to notice.

Slinking out the door and going to stand behind the group, reaching into his pockets to grip a dagger in each hand.

Sam was once again in the middle of his brothers, taking them all on like they’ve done so many times before.

Sam’s back was turned to him, Matthew squeezed in between Erik and Damien, they looked at him and nodded silently in a hello.

What was exactly going through Matthews head? 

Well, something stupid and something only James has managed to do, beat Sam in training.

Keep reading

Joke of the Day

movesliketancredi:

gleekfreak777:

A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him.

As he sits, the waitress comes over and asks for their orders.

The man says, “I’ll have a hamburger, fries and a coke,” and turns to the ostrich, “What’s yours?”

“I’ll have the same,” says the ostrich.

A short time later the waitress returns with the order. “That will be $6.40 please,” and the man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change for payment.

The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man says, “I’ll have a hamburger, fries and a coke,” and the ostrich says, “I’ll have the same.”

Once again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change.

This becomes a routine until late one evening, the two enter again.

“The usual?” asks the waitress. “No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato and salad,” says the man, “same for me,” says the ostrich.

A short time later the waitress comes with the order and says, “That will be $12.62.”Once again the man pulls exact change out of his pocket and places it on the table.

The waitress can’t hold back her curiosity any longer.

“Excuse me, sir.How do you manage to always come up with the exact change out of your pocket every time?”

“Well,” says the man, “several years ago I was cleaning the attic and I found an old lamp. When I rubbed it a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes. My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be there.”

“That’s brilliant!“says the waitress. “Most people would wish for a million dollars or something, but you’ll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live!”

“That’s right. Whether it’s a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there,” says the man.

The waitress asks, “One other thing, sir, what’s with the ostrich?”

The man sighs, pauses, and answers, “My second wish was for a tall chick with long legs who agrees with everything I say.”

oh…my….god….

bee-the-gatekeeper:

waffl3jones101:

satanic-princess:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

wonderhawk:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

10knotes:

omfg that is just too adorable

This kitteh having a little halloween adventure is one of my favourite posts of all time 🙂

Every fall like clockwork this photo set pops up and we all must reblog it

You know it’s getting close to Halloween when you see it appear 😀

This will always be one of my favorite comics ever. It gives me warm fuzzies~

my heart….

Check out her other art. She has some Ghibli stuff in there…

all-the-gay-spies:

Harry has never said “I love you” as much as he has with Eggsy in his world.

“I love you,” Eggsy says at breakfast when Harry gives him the last of the bacon.

“I love you too, my darling,” Harry replies.

“I love you,” Eggsy gasps, as Harry cleans and patches up his injuries.

“I love you too, my dear,” Harry replies.

“I love you,” Eggsy murmurs, drifting into sleep.

“I love you too, my sweet,” Harry replies.

“I love you,” Eggsy whispers, holding Harry tight after a mission gone wrong.

“I love you too, my love,” Harry replies.

He’s never said it so much. He’s never heard it so much. He’s never felt it so much. Sometimes he feels like he’s going to burst, he’s so full of love for his Eggsy.

“I love you,” Harry blurts, in the middle of a conversation on what flowers they should have at the wedding.

Eggsy pauses, and smiles. “I love you too, darling,” he replies.

James plays Seduce Me

James: This title screen is unsettling. These are my brothers I’m about to be seduced by. I hope I can look them in the eye after this.
Mika: You’ll be okay, I think.
James: I do like this music…

James: Oh- hello Erik. *snorts* He would begin with that wouldn’t he.
James: Do you think I should use my name? Will it let me?
Mika: Dunno. Try it… Your real name or your human name?
James: Human. Otherwise would be… quite uncomfortable.
James: Oh Hells I… I can’t play this if Erik is going to spend the entire game molesting my ear off. Please don’t ma-
James: *sNORTS*
Mika: Holy shit they got you figured out.

James: Is Erik like this the entire game?
Mika: Mmmmhm.
James: I’ll be right back; I can already tell I’ll need a scotch for this.
Mika: Oh my god we haven’t even started the actual game yet!
James: I am aware, love.

inkstranger:

Elrond can never truly bring
himself to forgive his mother, simply for the fact that she saw no wrong doings
in her actions.

At least Earendil lamented the time that he lost with his sons, at least
he realized his absence could have saved them. At least he is sorry.

But his mother…she is a different story completely.

Her actions, she sees as heroic, not traumatizing. Not for her sons, at
least. And she uses excuses—so many excuses. “You must understand that I was
young Elrond,” she begins, voice flat, unapologetic, “And afraid. They came so
suddenly and without warning. I had
no time to react.”

I suppose a letter months in advance isn’t a sufficient
warning,
the words hang on the
tip of his tongue, ticking at his lips, yet he remains silent.

He sits through her excuses, tight lipped and feigning understanding, feigning
love. But inside, he feels his stomach ties in knots, his gut clenches, and he
feels like dying.

Never once does she apologize.

Elrond cannot even bring himself to look at her as she speaks, seemingly
unaware that he abandonment did to him and Elros, unconcerned that she left her
two small children to the mercy of her childhood monsters.

“it was their fault, you know.”

Elrond understands.

“They never should have sacked Sirion.”

Elrond agrees.

“If it weren’t for them, I could have stayed with you.”

At that, bites the inside of his lip so hard that he tastes copper.

No one made her leave, no one
made her abandon her people, no one made her
abandon him.

No one except herself, that is. And for some reason, she refuses to acknowledge
this.

Elrond tries to understand her, tries the sympathize with her.  But as a Lord responsible for the lives of people,
as a father, he cannot.  

He leaves quickly after that, hugging her stiffy, and she returns with
equal coldness. And he expects no less, for he is no Silmaril, he is not worth
her time. Not worth her sorrow. He wasn’t worth it as a small defenseless
child, why would he be worth it now.

All these years, he felt guilty for the grudge he held against her, made
himself love her, claimed her heritage in Middle Earth, glorified her being. And
for what?

For this? A cold, stubborn woman who refuses to acknowledge her
wrongdoings, who hides behind the deeds of others while ignoring her own.

It’s sickening and pathetic. It’s sad.

He was a fool to have thought she would have apologized to him of all
people.

He’s only her son.

After that, he never visits Elwing again.


I always wonder exactly how the confrontation
between Elrond and Elwing would be, and while I personally would want it to be
angry and vicious, that’s not in Elrond’s character. And I suppose this part is
a bit easier to right considering I confronted my own father about abandoning
me, and he really just made excuses…so yeah, I feel you Elrond :,D  

hope you ❤ my headcanon  😀 next is thranduil, or lindir, or who knows?