'is he nice invite him in'

anonymous asked:

omg can i request headcanons of prince Sidon trying to pursue his crush. His crush doesn't understand zora courting techniques and thinks he is just being nice lollll. Like he'll bring them fish he caught or show off his athletic abilities

Trying to woo his crush

-Goes about it the only way he knows how to
-Crush can expect to wake up to a pile of various fish waiting outside their door
-Somebody please tell him that giving his crush a fish isn’t going to work
-Starts showing off a little more
-Backflips out of waterfalls, inviting them to watch him perfect a new swimming technique
-Honestly thinks his crush is playing ‘hard to get’
-He doesn’t understand why his crush isn’t reacting and just keeps trying until one of the elder zora tells him that’s not how it works

A Harley rider eating in a restaurant is checking out a gorgeous redhead. Suddenly she sneezes and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket. The biker reaches up, snatches it out of the air, and hands it back to her. “I am so embarrassed,” the woman says. “Please join me for dinner." They enjoy a wonderful meal together and afterwards she invites him to the theatre, followed by drinks. She pays for everything. Then she asks him to her place for a nightcap, and to stay for breakfast. The next morning the guy is amazed. "Are you this nice to every biker you meet?” he asks. “Not usually,” she replies. “But you just happened to catch my eye.”

wade stuck around for manicure night with nat. it shouldnt surprise anyone that the merc with a mouth is excellent for commentary on b-level horror movies, which nat loves. im not always big on talking so its kinda nice to have someone else fill the silence. and red is also his color. he might actually get a return invite. 

though not if he keeps being this handsy. 

We all love how Robbie got invited to Ziggy’s birthday party in The Greatest Gift (s03e02), and we all love how adorably nervous he was, and how he wanted to be really nice, but I just have to mention the thing people seem to have been ignoring:

How Pixel is being so nice to him?? Like it’s so sweet? When they turned out the lights and Robbie got scared, Pixel was there calming him down and saying it’s okay???? I just love it?? Pixel is awesome??????

For my wonderful Sasha, may you have a fabulous birthday! С днем рождения @some-people-call-it-tragic​ 

(I hope I got that right and didn’t just call you a blind squirrel in Russian or something even worse.)

“Tell me, did you enjoy yourself tonight, Dean?”

Dean forced himself to look up from where he’d been absentmindedly staring at the glass in his hand, taking a sip of his remaining whiskey before offering Cas a slow nod.

“Yeah, Cas… Yeah, that was nice.”

Castiel -who was sitting right beside him, their knees touching-, nodded too, mirroring Dean. “Sam insisted on inviting some friends over for your birthday, I wasn’t sure you’d appreciate a surprise party, but I trusted his judgment.”

Shaking his head, Dean huffed in amusement. “I figured… It’s fine, it was good seeing everyone again.”

A silence fell, and Dean noticed how soft music was still playing in the background, even though the guests were long gone. His mom had been there, and Jody, and Donna, and some of their other fellow hunters. Even Claire had tagged along; she’d given him a dorky birthday card that jokingly spelled the message ‘congratulations, old man’.

Dean had laughed about it good-naturedly, of course. That was typical Claire.

And yet, now that the only ones left were him and Cas, along with a lot of empty glasses and some leftover snacks, he found that it nagged him. Because even if it had been an ongoing joke between them, she wasn’t wrong. Dean wasn’t getting any younger.

“I can almost hear the gears turning in your head.” Cas muttered, and Dean felt a hand carefully grazing his knee. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”

Keep reading

  • *the lab*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Molly: *thoughtfully* If you ever get married, would you invite me to the wedding?
  • Sherlock: *looking through the microscope* Can't have a wedding without the bride.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *blinks* I-I was talking to Anthony.
  • Sherlock: *looks up*
  • Molly's Intern: *waves awkwardly*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: So was I.
  • Molly's Intern: *panicky* What?
  • Sherlock: *looks back at the microscope; embarrassed* Get out.
  • Molly's Intern: *scurries off*
  • Molly: *amused* That wasn't nice. I needed him.
  • Sherlock: *blushing* Oh...be quiet.
  • Molly: *steps closer; smirks* That's no way to speak to your bride.
  • Sherlock: *smiles; nonchalant* So...so that's a yes?
  • Molly: *laughs* Of course.

Okay, let’s start with how extremely adorable Jughead is. Like, he cares so much about the drive-in and as we found out, the place was literally his home. Like, someone protect my son please. And he tried so hard to save it, talking to the mayor, talking to Fred and handing out flyers and stuff. Forget Archie and that love triangle, this is the important story here.

Speaking of Fred and Archie, look how nice Fred was to that fucking pedophile. Like, he was complimenting her, inviting her to dinner and being such a great guy and that bitch is just sleeping with his son. Ugh. I hate her. 

Betty keeping a diary is so cliche™ but I love it lmao. 

I AM SO HERE FOR BETTY, RONNIE AND JUGHEAD HANGING OUT. Kevin’s okay too, I guess. Still haven’t decided if I like him or not. I mean, he’s funny and all but idk he just feels way too stereotypical and I’m still most certainly not over the biphobia. But maybe he isn’t really biphobic and that was a one time thing bc how else would Betty and Veronica, who are both obviously bisexual still be friends with him? Idk man. 

Cheryl, I love you for being a bitch but damn you just got your ass handed to you by Hermione Lodge, who is just as much of a goddess as her daughter. 

Betty calling out Archie on his shit 👏 👏👏

but like she was so…good about it?? Like she got her point across but didn’t immediately threaten to tell and stuff. And, Archie, honey, how could Ronnie even back you up? Firstly, what you’re doing ain’t cool and secondly, that’s her girlfriend you’re arguing with so ??? 

Archiekins 

Where can I sign a petition to get rid of Alice Cooper? 

THE ARCHIE/GRUNDY SCENES LITERALLY MADE ME SHUDDER WITH DISGUST ew ew ew ew ew. 

Betty questioning Grotesque Garbage is   👌 👌 👌 she was really good at that too honestly I just really love Betty Cooper man. 

SHE WAS JASON’S TEACHER? SHE’S THE KILLER!!11!!!1! 

“I don’t think of my students that way” lmao bitch stop lying

Jughead being a rebel with a cause is my aesthetic. And awww, he’s talking about himself and his family for once. This boy must be protected at all costs.. 

Archie, wtf are you trying to do, telling Betty to stay out of it? She’s literally doing what’s best for you like smh man shut up. 

BETTY AND VERONICA BEING DETECTIVE GIRLFRIENDS IS MY JAM. Like, seriously, they have so much chemistry like just let Bernoica happen man. It’s literally already canon. 

I would sell my soul to Satan and sell my body on the black market to make Beronica canon. 

I’m fully aware I’m being queerbaited but Betty and Ronnie are just. so. goddamn. cute. 

‘Jennifer Gibson’. THAT BITCH.

She has a gun in the car. THAT FUCKING BITCH. SHE’S THE KILLER!!!11!

Alice, wtf is wrong with you. Fred is a chill parent. He isn’t going to tell his son to stop talking to his best friend just ‘cause you’re a psycho who wants to control her daughter.

Okay, but like I really love Hermione and Veronica’s relationship it’s so good and–WAIT A SEC THEY’RE BUYING THE DRIVE-IN. Why must you crush Jughead’s happiness?  I TRUSTED YOUR HERMIONE.

Omg Alice saw the gun oops shit shit shit (betty what were you thinking hiding it in your fucking drawer smh girl). Wow, Alice just hit a new low. It’s not cool to read your daughter’s diary 

I would have felt bad after learning about Grundy’s backstory but my obvious hate for prevented that from happening thank god. 

ARCHIE, GET AWAY FROM THAT WOMAN. NO, DON’T HUG HER. UGH ARCHIE WHY.

Let’s talk about the drive-in.

Poor Juggie god I feel so bad for him Archie where are you your boyfriend needs you

VERNOICA!! LODGE!! IS!! A!! FUCKING!! GODDESS!!!

Veronica Lodge is like fine wine. She gets better and better the longer she exists. 

I kinda sorta weirdly like the Veronica-Cheryl-Kevin squad?? They can be the ‘burn you to a crisp’ squad.

Ooh, Kevin’s got a new hottie. Also, did I mention I really love Kevin’s dad? He’s so nice.

YAS KEVIN GET SOME (My feelings are so conflicted like I want to support Kevin because he’s the only important, openly LGBTQ+ character on the show so far but like, something’s just off about him) 

Archie, please never speak to Grun–OH. HE’S LEAVING HER. YES ARCHIE YES YES YES–OH WAIT. OH NO. 

SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.

Alice why tf do you have to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong? 

Man, I feel bad for Fred. 

Archie, don’t defend that woman, please. She deserves it. 

Such drama much intense very wow. 

Oh no. My bby Betty is crying FUCK YOU ALICE. 

Okay, I know there’s probably some people sad about Grundy after her backstory but we got nothing but good stuff immediately after she left? 

Fred and Archie having a moment 👌 👌 👌 (I mean, I feel bad that Archie cried and that he was upset but it had to be done) 

Betty finally standing up to her asshole of a mother  👌 👌 👌 (I still kind of think that Betty is actually Polly but idk) 

A cute scene between Betty and Archie  👌 👌 👌

The scene where Veronica confronts her mom was certainly…something.

OH MY GAWD SOMEONE BROKE INTO KELLER’S HOUSE AND TOOK ALL THE EVIDENCE. THE SAME NIGHT GRUNDY LEFT. SHE’S DA KILLER. 

Grundy is like a bag of opened chips. She gets worse the longer she exists. Archie, you could not have been more wrong when you said she wasn’t a child predator. I already feel bad for that poor new kid victim of hers. 

On the whole, this was a really, really good episode. I give it a 9 out of 10, but that’s because my queen Josie wasn’t in it and there was not enough Jughead and Archie and there was way too much Archie and Grundy interaction but hey, at least she’s gone now. 

God, I’m literally crying over Jughead. The picture with him and his sister (who tf named them Jughead and Jellybean tho) was so adorable and so sad. My poor child. 

OH MY GOD THE SCARY BIKER DUDE IS JUGHEAD’S DAD?!

Where will he go? What will he do? How will he live? WHERE WILL HE CHARCHG HIS LAPTOP ASHFRWLGHLUFU ARCHIE COME HELP YOUR BOYFRIEND 

Also, I would just like to add, Betty is the best friend anyone could ever have and she needs to be appreciated more. 

So, what do you guys think? What do you agree and disagree with me on? Let’s talk! Reblog this while adding your notes or send in an ask (PLEASE SEND ME ASKS) or send me a message or something and I will see y’all next week.

Okay. I think we can all agree that JBM are all massive trolls especially when it comes to people who are idiots about their relationship…

So Chetta has a huuuge family and they’re big on family events so she’s constantly invited to these super dull parties and all her older relatives always ask her whether she’s found a nice boy… Anyways just when she was getting tired of always disappointing … suddenly she’d found two!

It starts out kind of by accident… She fully intended to take both of them and come out but.. There was an ‘incident’ and Bossuet couldn’t make it so she just takes Joly and by God her family LOVES him because why wouldn’t they he’s adorable and sunshine and most importantly he’s going to be a Doctor!!!

Anyway next event Joly is working so she takes Bossuet with the full intention of coming clean… Except her family is like immediately super rude and won’t give Boss a chance no matter how polite and lovely he is all evening and they keep taking her to one side to ask what ever happened to 'that nice Doctor boy’.

So they decide to mess with them. Each new event she’ll take one of them. Never any pattern and never giving any explanation as to why. So they either come to the conclusion that she keeps breaking up with one and getting back with the other OR she’s seeing them both behind the others back.

Anyway. This goes on for ages and then Bossuet proposes to them both and suddenly it’s like whelp should probably come clean now…

Except rather than tell them straight away she takes Boss to the next event and has him re-propose to her… And THEN Joly comes bursting in like 'Stop!’ and like her whole family is like =O and he just marches directly up to Boss (who is still on one knee) and they probably think he’s going to punch him except he doesn’t he says 'You can’t marry her! I love you!’ and fucking pulls out a ring like 'Bossuet Marry Me!’ and Chetta just gasps and is like 'Joly no! Please don’t do this. I love you! Marry ME!’ and SHE pulls out a ring.

Meanwhile Boss is just like 'Chetta my love please!’ And they’re all just there on the ground with three engagement rings facing each other doing this whole soap opera dialogue and then finally one of them is like 'Okay Wait. So. He loves you and I love you and you love me and her?’ like this is some big revelation they JUST came to. And the other two nod. 'Sooo how about we all just get married?’ and the other two are like - shrug- 'yeah okay’ and they all exchange rings in totally the opposite order to how they proposed, hold hands, stand up, take a bow, and leave. Meanwhile Chetta’s family are all still staring at the spot where they all were, a couple have fainted and her parents who obviously have known the whole time are just chilling out at the back with wine laughing to themselves and preparing for the onslaught of questions.

Needless to say it’s a while before Chetta has to go to a family event again but when she does its with both her boys on her arm.

Colleen Wing doesn't deserve any of this

I was trying to dissect Iron Fist episode by episode, but it is too painful. Here be spoilers:

Jessica Henwick is visibly struggling in some scenes where her character should punch DR in the throat for crossing her boundaries. Because it’s not in character for her to let him get away with stuff like this.

First meeting: Mangles Mandarin and polices her identity. He’s actually THAT GUY in that scene.

Second meeting: tries to get a job with her again even though she said no the first time and her dojo specialises in Japanese martial arts. Hey, she’s too poor to give him a job but she was nice enough to give him shoes.

Which is not an invitation for him to hide out at her place again when people are after him. 

Or mansplain martial arts to her in her dojo. They practice two different schools of martial arts

And it’s not an invitation for him to step into her class, interrupt the student leading the class and then hitting a teenager (from an abusive background) with a wooden practice sword for laughing at him. (This is already a major red flag.)

That’s at least two throat punches. But oddly enough, Colleen Wing, who does not take shit from other people in the show, does not punch him in the throat.

She also does not tell him off strongly for:

- Interrupting her training session with Claire Temple–that’s really unforgivable in general–interrupting a scene of Claire Temple being trained by Colleen Wing? Seriously? There goes any chance of passing the Mako Mori Test. (It looked like the actress was rather relieved when the script had Claire Temple stay for lunch so that she would not be alone with him.)

- Persuading her to back him up in a dangerous mission after Claire left by buying her building and becoming her landlord–that’s beyond overbearing, that’s some 50 Shades levels of controlling and rich man’s privilege. (She does not punch him for this–she just says “fix my sink”.)

- Rummaging through her stuff and taking her sword. He just forced her to go along with him to spy on dangerous people and he’s looking through her stuff? (She just says “you’re disrespecting my sword with your wuxia bs” and then they flirt awkwardly over swordplay. Ew.)

The writers try to hide how shitty all this was by having DR be Colleen’s enabler–because she actually wants to do dangerous stuff and he saw that in her. They are both secretly adrenaline junkies that like beating people up or something??? That’s some ridiculously far-fetched characterisation there just to give them some common ground (they don’t really have any common ground–the writers are forcing it beyond the bounds of belief).

All this bad writing in aid of trying to hook her up with DR. If anyone tried that first line with a biracial woman, it’s an instant bad first impression even if the guy was Asian. Everything else after that is worth of a restraining order–even if the guy was Asian (and should know better).



The worst part is, DR treats his other favourite-woman-to-stalk Joy better than Colleen, the one he’s allegedly attracted to. Because white women are fragile and much be protected–another trope that needs to die. Even though Joy is not very nice to him and will very likely turn on him in future.  This sort of thing would be less obvious if there were more women in this show or this entire series with lines–but it’s sort of glaring when Claire Temple was beaten up in Daredevil Season 1, Elektra was killed in Daredevil Season 2 and Colleen Wing gets her face smashed in and her fingers dislocated in cage fights with men twice her size (twice so far from episodes 1 to 5). 



That’s only episodes 1 to 5. I cannot stomach any more bad writing in the name of hooking DR up with Colleen Wing.

In summary: Even if they had cast a Chinese actor as DR, I would still root for Colleen Wing to punch him in the throat because the writing is that bad.

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thanks for this! the only thing I’d like to add is they also treat Karen the white woman better in Daredevil seasons 1 and 2. So while the Netflix defenders shows do have WoC they make sure to treat the WoC worse than the white women.  The only exception is Luke Cage where the WoC were respected and valued.

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Okay but y’all. Y’all. Junkrat’s first Christmas.

Junkrat sitting around the Christmas tree watching the gifts under the tree get dolled out, and being surprised when a small pile accumulates at his feet. 

One is from Zenyatta (a small pocket notebook and pencil so that he doesn’t have to rummage for scrap paper when he has an idea), one from Lucio (a six-pack of bath bombs), one from Hana (a modest, but very nice new tool set), one from Mercy (a first aid kit, since he doesn’t like coming to her office and she wants him to at least have something), and a Christmas card from Bastion (a small flower she picked that morning, clumsily taped to a piece of paper). 

And just like. Junkrat getting like, legit choked up b/c he thought these people hated him, but they invited him to spend time with them and some of them even took time out of their day to get him something!!! They thought of him!!! And like, people never just give him things. There’s always some sort of trade or he takes it. And like. Up until now, most everyone’s just been like, “ugh, those gross junkers, when are they leaving???” but everyone is more than a little touched when he thanks them, all the while holding all of his presents in his lap and not looking up from them with this big, goofy smile on his face. 

“I, I dunno what ta say…these’re. They’re real nice. Thank ya.” 

And for the rest of the night, everyone’s just giving him things. “Here Junkrat, you have the last piece of cake”, “Junkrat! Here’s some tungsten scraps I had lyin’ around. Take them, take them!”. He later finds a single, perfectly knitted mitten on his bed, made with yarn that matches the skein stuffed under Roadhog’s bed. 

But he didn’t get anyone anything, and so the next few days he keeps approaching people with these tiny gifts that he made/found. And like, he gets something for everyone, not just the people who got him something. A pendant for mei (a snowflake made out of greasy gears), a heart phone charm for Hana, bent from tiny little scraps of metal, a sheet of frog stickers for Lucio he found from only God knows where. A tiny, crudely made tea spoon for Ana that he shaped himself. 

Just, like. Idk. The overwatch crew slowly starting to see the good in the junkers, and the junkers slowly coming to trust overwatch. 

(((and yes I KNOW he hates omnics, but I love Bastion and Zenyatta so much and they’re some of the most likely people to get a present for someone who isn’t especially likable, so just imagine he doesn’t know who they’re from)))

Tentacle Date

It had all started as a blind date. Your friends set you up to meet some guy, “someone exotic” they promised. You hadn’t been on a real date in a good while, nothing more than one night hook ups. So against your better judgement, you’d gone along with it.

The date itself had gone surprisingly well. Initially you’d been a little shocked, seeing as from the waist down he was all tentacles. But he was a really nice guy, and the two of you hit it off well. As the date drew to a close, you invited him back to your place, teasing that you knew a way to sneak into your apartment complex’s pool when he seemed reluctant. He agreed finally, and the two of you made your way there.

You threw off your clothes and jumped in, while he slid into the water with a strange grace. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing up against his cool body. You could feel the soft flesh of his tentacles against your hips and legs. Each long appendage caressed and tugged, little suckers teasing over your skin. He broke away from the kiss, panting and gripping your shoulders.

“W-we should stop,” he panted.

“But it was just getting good,” you teased. You kissed at his lips again, feeling him flinch. He made a half hearted attempt to move away, but you kept your arms around him.

“I should go home…”

“You can stay at my place.”

“No, you don’t under-”

You cut him off with another firm kiss, pressing yourself close to him. It took a moment, but soon his arms were around you, holding you almost crushingly tight. Suddenly your back was to the wall, and his tentacles had hold of your legs. His eyes were alight with feral need as he maneuvered you.

“I’m sorry,” he panted.

You could sort of see beneath his tentacles now, and you gasped to realize there was something bulbous and rather large there, almost like a mammal’s balls but…much, MUCH bigger. It was almost translucent, and you could see…movement?

Before you could question it, he pushed you legs up and pulled you half under his mantle. You gasped to feel the tip of his probing cock, crying out in pleasure as it suddenly plunged deep into your hole. His tentacles moved you, working you like a life sized sex toy over his shaft.

“I shouldn’t have met you,” he panted. He hissed and jerked against you, and you could feel that sack against your body. It convulsed, skin around it tightening. “Ah…hah…Fuck I..” He jerked you faster, gripping your arms in both hands. “I’m..in season. I need to implant my young..”

“W-What?!”

Before he can explain, you felt his cock suddenly spreading at the base, forcing your hole wider with it. He sobbed in a mix of pleasure and pain, forcing you onto the swell over and over. Finally, he kept your bodies flush, grunting and panting intime with the tensing of the heavy sack. Wider and wider, his cock spread you open. You screamed, tried to pull your arms free and push against him, but his grip was iron. Another long grunt, and he let out a sob of relief just as you screamed in agony.

“That’s the head…rest should..be easier.”

“Head?! What the fuck are you-AH!”

He pushed against you, and you felt the ‘head’ working its way deeper into you. His cock swelled and spread, opening you to allow whatever it was to slide into you. You looked down to see your stomach stretching outward, pressing against his. You both cried out as another jerk of his hips pushed whatever it was all the way into you. He shuddered and rest his head against your shoulder.

“That’s..the first one..”

That barely had time to register before he hissed in pain and arched against you again. Once more your hold spread, crowning in reverse around his cock. It didn’t take as long, but the stretch was still just as incredible. With another “head” tying you together, you squirmed and writhed and sobbed, trying to free your limbs and push him away. He held fast.

“It’ll be over soon..” He sounded almost apologetic.

You shuddered and squirmed as the thing wriggled deeper, sliding to meet the first. Your belly now looked like a nearly full term pregnancy, visibly writhing and squirming. He thrust against you once, flooding your hole with seed or slick or whatever, something liquid and viscous. Your belly swelled further, and his grip finally relaxed.

So you slapped the fuck out of him.

“…I deserved that,” he said meekly.

“Damn right you did!” you gasped. Having so much inside you, pushing your organs around, it was hard to breathe, and you were suddenly aware of just how squished your bladder was. “What the hell was that?! Take it out!”

“I..can’t.” He ducked his head, looking at you with sad but earnest eyes. “I’m sorry, I’ll…I’ll do whatever I can. But they’ve implanted by now-”

“They?!” you spat.

“My young.”

You went silent, staring at him. He babbled a moment, something about a weird evolutionary branch of his species where they weren’t entirely one gender or the other, and often had to transfer their unborn offspring to gestate in a new host.

“They won’t hurt you,” he said. He tried to lay a comforting hand on your massive belly but you shoved it away. “…They’ll attach to you like a human baby would, and just draw nutrients off your system.”

“So you put a couple of parasites in me, GREAT! Nice first date you shit head.”

You tried to move away from him, but found your new girth ungainly and awkward. He caught you, and though you tried to push him back, he helped you out of the pool.

“I will take care of you, if you let me,” he said. “I’ll..hell I’ll pay your bills for the next few months, make sure you don’t need-”

“Months!? Just how long is this going to take!?”

“Usually…2 to 3, it depends..” Again, he seemed to shrink back a bit as he crawled out of the pool. “Please..there isn’t anything that can be done now. Even if we force them to detach, it would hurt you as much as them.” You could hardly believe what you were hearing.

“So I’m stuck now, that’s what you’re saying.” You feel yourself shaking. His young, his /babies/ were inside of you now. You could feel them shift and squirm, making you grunt and feel sick.

“I’m sorry…I told you we should have stopped..”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I know…” He offered his hands to help you up. “At least let me get you home.”

“I don’t want you to know where I fucking live,” you snarl. You get up and waddle to your clothes. Your back already hurts, your hole is throbbing and aching from the ridiculous stretch of TWO babies being shoved through it. You feel yourself gape open as you bend over to get your clothes. Your shirt refuses to stretch over your belly.

Strong hands grab you and whirl you around. He holds you tight, fixing you with a firm look.

“This situation sucks, I know,” he said. “But please…/please/ let me help you. Once it’s over, I’ll take them and leave and never bother you again. I know you hate me right now but…I want to make it right.”

You jerk out of his hold and spit another curse at him.

“Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.” You do your best to jerk your pants back on, then make your way out of the pool area.

You don’t know what you’ll do, but you’ll figure it out. And WITHOUT him.

(Might do a part 2 if there’s interest - Nona)

Mistake (Tom Holland x Reader)

I know this is a big stretch but like can you write like an imagine where Tom invites the reader to the BAFTAS to finally make a move on her but she meets another dude and dances with him (not grinding or anything weird cuz the reader is a child of Jesus and does not participate in that shit 👌🏼😂)and stuff like that and he’s kinda heartbroken and stuff (some emotional tom would be nice cuz Ima sucker for men showing emotion ;) ) idk you can write the rest cuz you the shit fam lmao xoxo💋

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This was his chance. If he invites you to the Baftas as his date, you’d get the hint. He’s been trying to get you on a date with him since he was sixteen and now, at twenty, his chance has finally come. He knocks on your front door hesitantly and stood waiting. He knocks again a few minutes later when there is no movement behind the door. 

You open the door to him while wearing your fuzzy sweatpants and a tank top tucked in. Hair all mussed like you’ve been sleeping. He chuckles, “It’s three p.m. you know. You should be up by now.” “Don’t you start,” you complain with a smile, “Mum called me this morning at eight and told me the same thing.” He closes the door behind him and follows you to the kitchen. “Coffee or tea?” you ask. He stares at you as if he’s confused why you’re asking. You begin to make some tea.

o“Will you come to the BAFTAS as my date next week?” he asks hopefully. You drop the spoon and hastily go to pick it up again. “Sure, Tom, but uh, why?”. He doesn’t answer verbally, just shoots you a small smile.

*

Your red dress flows around your ankles, a sliver of skin showing just above your waist. Hair, makeup, and wardrobe done, you walk downstairs to greet Tom. When he sees you, he can’t help but gawk. Your hand raised to his jaw and pressed his mouth closed. “Keep your mouth closed or you’ll catch flies,” you tease. He takes your hand in his and leads you to the car, opening the door when you go to get in.

*

At least I won an award, Tom thinks, I’d have rather won her. You aren’t by Tom, instead, you’re dancing with a new man he had never met. He’s seen his face in a few movies, sure, but never met him in person. You hadn’t introduced them. The unnamed face flew in minutes ago and wrapped an arm around your waist to whisper secrets Tom wishes he knows into your ear. He led you to the dance floor at a quarter to eleven. It’s ten past now. 

Tom isn’t angry. He’s glad that you’ve met someone here who you can dance with elegantly. He’s glad that you can smile and laugh with someone here, and that he doesn’t hold you too close or in an inappropriate manner. He is happy that this man is a gentleman. He isn’t happy, however, that the man who gets to twirl you around the dance floor isn’t him. He’s not happy that you’re laughing and smiling lovingly at another person. He’s sad that it’s not him.

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“How was your night?” you asked the next day when Tom delivered your Sunday coffee. He hummed and responded with an ‘alright, I guess. You?’

He regrets asking how your night was too. He regrets listening to it too intently. He can’t help it, though. He loves you, and you’re too enthralling to ignore. So what, you got his number. So what, you’ve got a date on Friday. He smiles at you because he knows that this is just a phase. He knows because you had to google his name.

dragonite sprite rating

red/blue- very aggressive boy who means business!! will fight anyone who messes with those close to him. a powerful ally. 8/10

green- a playful dragon! he’s doing the cat thing with his paws. that’s adorable. 8/10

yellow- he’s got one paw on his hip like he’s about to tell you off or something. don’t mess with this dragon! 9/10

gold- gosh, what a cutie! this dragon loves you and will do anything to be your friend. 10/10 

silver- it looks like he’s inviting you to tea! how polite! will you accept his offer to get together and enjoy a nice beverage? 10/10 

crystal- look! he’s so excited to see you! he’s stamping his paws and flapping his wings in excitement! 9/10

ruby / sapphire / emerald- his colors were softened, so now he looks like an even friendlier dragon! look at him bounce! a beautiful dragon with a fresh coat of paint! 9/10 

firered / leafgreen- he’s so relaxed, but he straightened out his horns so they’re neat and tidy! still just as friendly and inviting as before. 8/10 

diamond / pearl / platinum - his color palette was changed again, and now he’s brighter than ever! it looks like he’s conducting a symphony! this dragon has decided to pursue a career in music. i support him and his decisions wholeheartedly. 11/10  

heartgold / soulsilver- back to the softened color palette (although this one was changed a bit)! this dragon fights for his friends! 9/10 

black / white / black 2 / white 2- yes!!! he is so lively and bouncy!!!! look at him!!!!! are you seeing this? oh man. this dragon is the best thing ever. 11/10

x / y / omegaruby / alphasapphire- not as bouncy as his predecessor. this dragon got himself together, and now he’s mellow and composed. 9/10 

Supersunned: Part 1

A/N: That’s right I did it. Based on this post by @preciousthingsareprecious .

It is I, your friendly neighborhood fluff dealer~


In which Bruce invites Clark and his family over for a cookout.


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    Damian sat at his desk in his bedroom, hunched over his sketchbook. The soft sounds of his pencil scraping over the paper was the only thing to disturb the otherwise silent room. His drapes were closed, his door shut. He didn’t want anything to disturb him.


    It was the second day of ‘summer vacation’, which according to Dick and Tim was 'the most important part of the whole year, Dami, come on’.


    True, it was nice to not have a daily distraction from training and patrol, but otherwise Damian didn’t see the point of treating an extended break from school as a national holiday.


    His door opened suddenly, surprising him. His pencil shuddered on the page and messed up one of the lines he was so carefully laying down.


    “Damain! The Kents are here!” Dick announced, bright and much too loud. He was shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a pair of swim trunks, dark with streaks of bright blue.


    “I know.” Damian grunted, grabbing his eraser and carefully rubbing at the incorrect line.

Keep reading

Last night, one of the flatmates invited round a particle physicist studying for his PhD. We were all chatting away quite nicely, my (limited) past studies in physics serving to keep me more-or-less on board with what he was saying. Flatmate brings up the “observer problem” (airquotes his), and particle physicist begins explaining Schrodinger’s Cat, and the problem resulting from what we may count as an observer (the cat?). My question to him was, if we took humans as the only observers (not my position, but this is more fun), then could everything have existed as some kind of chaotic quantum indeterminacy until humans magically appear on the field, causing everything to collapse into its finite and observed state? His reply was, “Technically, we cannot say that isn’t the case.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

My Husband's Girlfriend

My husband has a slutty girlfriend. This sexy blonde that works with him. I knew they’ve played around at work, but just recently he started fucking her. She came by the other night but my husband wasn’t home…yet. She was bringing by some papers that he forgot at work. She said she would wait for him and then told me to get her a glass of wine. Of course, I did as she told. Damn she was hot! She was wearing a tight, short dress and sexy heels. When I came back with the glass, she was sitting on the sofa, with her legs slightly spread apart. And, yes, she was not wearing any panties!! I stood there for a second and stared. She then told me that besides dropping off papers she was here to fuck my husband. He had invited her over and told her that I would get her nice and ready for when he gets home. She lifted her dress some more. Her pussy looked beautiful! “Your husband will be home soon. Be the good little bitch and get over her,” she said. I had to do as she told because she was my husband’s girlfriend. So I went over and dropped to my knees, right in front of where she was sitting. She said, “Oh, I love it. What a good girl. Just like a fucking dog.” She had me take my ratty clothes off. “What are you waiting for, you fucking lesbo,” she asked as she grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to her pussy. I heard my husband come in at this point. He immediately walked over to her and kissed her. Then he looked at me, smiled and said, “Hurry up and get her nice and wet. I’m ready to fuck her!” As I was eating her pussy, I watched him take his clothes off, his cock was rock hard. He pulled the dress off of her and her big, fake tits looked amazing! I watched her sucking my husband’s cock with such desire, something I’ve never felt when sucking his cock! But her pussy definitely made me so fucking wet! I spread her lips, sucking on her clit, finger fucking her! And her beautiful tight asshole was begging for that huge cock! Eventually, my husband told me to get the fuck out of the way. I sat on the floor watching them fuck. Oh, he was pounding her pussy as she kept begging him to go harder. I tried rubbing my clit, but he told me no. Shit! I loved watching my husband shoot his load into her pussy. He then told me to lick her clean and make her cum. When they were done they headed to the shower but first we all went outside, naked, where he had me sit on the grass while the two of them pissed on me. That was something she wanted to do and my husband was very willing. I’ve never been pissed on before, but watching them do it while laughing at me, made me so incredibly wet! Afterwards, she told me to stay in the grass, like the dog that I am, and play with my pussy while they go take a shower. After they were done, they let me in and I cleaned up and she ended up spending the night. Damn, I like this one!

“There are some convo among Oda Clan (including Keiji) with Fujibayashi Sakuya, Oda ninja from moon chapter. Here are the translated ones!

Source: Official Twitter


Keiji: “Tosshi~ Where are you~ I come for a visit~ “
Inuchiyo: “Saku, become my training partner.”
???: “I did just this morning, right?”
Keiji: “There you are, Tosshi~ And, who is this~ ?” #I’M HUNGRY


Keiji: “Don’t fight~ “
Inuchiyo: “Uwah! What are you doing… We are not fighting! I just invited him for training! Right, Saku?”
???: “I guess so. Though he’s so persistent.”
Inuchiyo: “I can hear you.”
Keiji: “What~ Is that so~ Un? Who is this guy~ ?” #I WANT TO EAT SOMETHING


Inuchiyo: “He’s a newcomer, Sakutarou.”
Keiji: “I’m Keiji~ Nice to meet you~ Sakku~ “
Sakutarou: “Sakku, he says…”
Inuchiyo: “Coz he’s this kind of guy, just give up.”
Sakutarou: “……” #MY STOMACH MAKING A SOUND/RUMBLE ALREADY


Sakutarou: “Why are you following me?”
Keiji: “Just because~ “
Sakutarou: “……”
Hideyoshi: “Eh?”
Keiji: “Hello~”
Hideyoshi: “Saku, where’s *Wanko-kun?
Sakutarou: “We were together until a while ago.”
Hideyoshi: “Ah, is he inviting you for training again?” #THE PERSON WITH BEKKO AME/HARD CANDY

*Note: Hide’s nickname for Inu. Wanko means puppy/doggy of course.


Sakutarou: “Why does he inviting me for training to that extent?”
Hideyoshi: “Because he likes you/pleased with you, Saku?”
Keiji: “Tosshi is just a little persistent, but he’s really good at taking care of other person, you know~ “
Sakutarou: “……”
Mitsuhide: “Ah, Sakutarou.” #I WANT CANDY


Mitsuhide: “Toshiie is looking for you.”
Sakutarou: “I run away from him.”
Hideyoshi: “Just keep him company once in a while, alright? Or else he would sulk and pout.”
Sakutarou: “…… (sigh)”
Keiji: “Tosshi~ You still have me~ “


Sakutarou: (…He’s still following me.)
Keiji: “Sakku is cold~ Let’s talk about something~ “
Nobunaga: “Hey.”
Sakutarou: “ ! Nobunaga-sama.”
Nobunaga; “I think I order you to come to my room. What are you doing, loitering on the way - “
Keiji: “Ah, Nobunaga-sama~ “ #HE’S GETTING ANGRY IMMEDIATELY


Nobunaga: “If this guy alone, surely you could shake him off, aren’t you?”
Sakutarou: “…That is impossible.”
Nobunaga: “Ku…”
Keiji: “I’m hungry~ Please give me something~ “
Sakutarou: “I have nothing to give you.”


Nobunaga: “Anyway, you manage to carry out your duty. It’s good, isn’t it?”
Sakutarou: “Yes.”
Keiji: “…Eh? Sakku is gone…well then Nobunaga-sama~, give me something sweet– “
Nobunaga: “This guy…today for sure I’ll slice and cut you off…!”
Keiji: “Uwah~, time to run away~ “ #AS I THOUGHT HE’S ANGRY


Keiji: “…Fuhh~, so scary~. Where is Sakku go~? …Eh? There is a monkey in such a place~ “
???: “Kikī! (キキーッ!)”
Keiji: “You are called Tobimaru then, nice to meet you~ “ #NEW FRIEND


Sakutarou: “Tobimaru…Why are you here?”
Keiji: “Ah, Sakku, this young one is looking for Sakku~ “
Tobimaru: “Kiki! (キキッ!)”
Sakutarou: “…Do you understand his words?”
Keiji: “Eh~ ? Yes, I could understand~ “
Sakutarou: “…Tobimaru, let’s go.”
Keiji: “Ah, he’s gone already~ “


Sakutarou: “Do you really communicate the words with that guy?”
Tobimaru: “Kikiki! (キキキッ!)”
Sakutarou: “…Somehow, me too, you know?”
Keiji: “Eh~ Both of you are good friends, aren’t you?”
Sakutarou: “…!”
Keiji: “So lovely~ “


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Somehow, Sakuya’s name in Oda Clan is 朔太郎 = Sakutarou, perhaps? Like Saizo, apart from his mission as ninja, he’s just your usual samurai. Hanzo (new one) is 正成 = Masanari while in Tokugawa Clan as Yasu personal physician. Tho aren’t Yasu making his own medicines?


Then, KEIJI OF COURSE! You always entertained me like usual, my singsong vagabond berserker babe~ You even make Sakuya speechless xD

Would there be continuation~ Like sakku with nobu perhaps~


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I KNEW IT! There must be continuation with Nobu~ I suppose Keiji is there to be the narrator and ties them all LOL. Look at all those tags provided along in the twitter posts, showing all Keiji POV along the way xD He’s really hungry everytime. Also, Nobu reallyyy cannot stand Keiji LOL. Keiji could be a good training to Nobu to control his emotion~


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Keiji can understand the monkey’s language hahaha xD What other things would you amuse me Keiji? Well, I thought it finishes with Nobu yesterday, to think there’s more~ I want to see other clan ninja too please~


That’s Good to Know (Mark)

For: Anonymous

Prompt:   Mark joins you on a big family holiday, with fluff. (I didn’t know if you meant holiday as in vacation or holiday as in Christmas or New Year so I went Christmas)

When you’d asked Mark if he’d like to spend Christmas day with your family he’d been nervous to accept the invitation. You’d been dating for a while, almost six months, but with his busy work schedule you hadn’t yet had the chance to introduce him to your parents never mind the rest of your family and there you were asking him to meet them all at once. But he’d accepted, despite the nerves and now he was standing beside you, holding your hand in a vice like grip, a somewhat stiff smile on his face as you waited for your parents to answer their door.

“You’ll be fine.” You murmured, giving his hand a squeeze. You felt a little nervous too, your parents hadn’t been a huge fan of your last boyfriend, your brother and your grandmother hadn’t been either. But this was Mark, you reminded yourself, trying not to let the nerves show. You’d been younger then, your judgement hadn’t been the best. But you knew better now and Mark… Mark was everything your last boyfriend hadn’t been. He was kind and polite and respectful. He was perfect boyfriend material. Surely they would see that. “They’ll love you.” Not sure which one of you that you were trying to convince the most.

Mark turned to you, eyebrows raised. “And you know that for sure, do you?”

“Yes.” You insisted. If you liked him, there was no way they wouldn’t like him too but before you could tell him this you heard footsteps coming down the hall and you snapped your attention back to the door.

Mark did the same, forced smile back on his face.

And it was your mother who answered.

“Y/N.” She exclaimed, immediately pulling you into a hug. You felt Mark reluctantly let go of your hand and you returned the hug, wrapping your arms around your mother and squeezing her tight. Your own work schedule was almost as busy as Mark’s and it felt like forever since you’d last seen her.

And then she was letting you go and you were taking a step back. “Mum, this is Mark.” You told her, gesturing to your boyfriend. “Mark, my mum.” You said next, nodding at the woman in front of you.

“It’s nice to meet you Ma’am.” Mark said, bobbing his head respectfully.

For a second your mum said nothing and you caught Mark scuff one shoe across your doorstep, obviously worried. “Ma’am.” She repeated at last and for a second you thought she might be offended. And then she smiled. “Well aren’t you precious.”

“Um…” Mark mumbled, obviously unsure of how to take that. “… thank you?” he ventured.

“You’re welcome.” She said, still smiling brightly. “It’s nice to meet you too.” She stepped back from the door and gestured down the hallway. “Come on in.”

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Your mum was smitten. She kept saying things like “He’s adorable” and “Isn’t he sweet” whenever she thought he wasn’t listening. And she was right. Mark was adorable and he was sweet. You just didn’t know if that was enough to endear him to your brother and your father. Adorable and sweet didn’t appeal to them as much as it appealed to her.

But you needn’t have worried. When your brother asked the question “Do you follow basketball?” and Mark had answered with an enthusiastic yes that was your brother sold. He was a simple man.

Your dad had taken a little longer to come around. All Mark got out of him for a while were one word answers, curt nods and the odd brusk question about his line of work. But you’d been expecting that, you knew that was what was worrying him the most, Mark’s profession. When your relationship went public he knew you’d be under scrutiny too and he didn’t like that idea, he’d told you so more than once. And he didn’t like the fact that Mark had so many other admirers, so many fans, all telling him how great he was. Wouldn’t that go to his head, make him arrogant? You’d argued of course, told him Mark wasn’t like that. He had his head screwed on properly, he was mature for his age, sensible. Your dad hadn’t listened.

It was over dinner that his attitude began to thaw. Mark had started talking about how much he missed spending the holidays with his family. He’d started singing his own parents’ praises and boasting about how amazing his brother and sisters were. He’d pulled out his phone so he could show your mother and grandmother pictures of his nieces. Using your phone at the dinner table was usually a no in your house but they’d asked. And when your mother and grandmother were done cooing over how cute his nieces were your dad had taken a look too before handing the phone back to Mark, the stony look he’d had on his face since you’d both arrived softening.

Then dinner was over and Mark well and truly earned himself a spot in your dad’s good books by offering to help your mother clear the table and fetch dessert. Your mum had tried to refuse the offer but Mark had insisted saying she must have been cooking all day and it was the least he could do and she’d given in.

“He seems very down to earth.” Your dad had said when Mark was out of earshot and you knew right then that Mark had won him over, coming from your dad that was a huge compliment.

And with your mum, dad and brother all on side the only person left to impress was your grandmother. Your grandmother, being your favourite person on the planet was the person you wanted to warm to Mark the most. She was incredibly important to you and as such you wanted her to get to know your know your boyfriend, to get to like him. But your grandmother was notoriously hard to read and other than tell him how cute his nieces were she hadn’t said much over dinner. You just hoped she’d decide she liked him before the day was over. If she didn’t that wasn’t going to make you like Mark any less but it would be upsetting. 

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A few hours later and Mark was sitting beside your grandmother on the couch. Your grandmother had a family photo album open in her lap and was showing him pictures of your brother and yourself when you were children. You watched them from the doorway with interest. Mark was giving her his full and undivided attention and your grandmother was clearly in her element. They looked completely comfortable in each other’s company and you couldn’t help smiling.

“So Grandma seems to like him.” Your brother said from behind you and you jumped slightly, your hand going to your chest.

“Yeah, she seems to.” You agreed, ignoring the amused look on your brother’s face. Sneaking up behind people wasn’t big and it wasn’t clever.

“Mum and Dad do too.” He added.

“I guess.” You said, your gaze going back to your boyfriend. Your mum was sitting beside him now, reaching over him to point to one of the pictures in the album your grandmother was still holding, your dad sitting in an armchair to their left. You watched as he said something and Mark smiled, not the forced smile he’d used on your mum when she’d answered the door earlier, this smile was wide, genuine. Then Mark nodded, said something in reply and your dad laughed. You felt your heart swell. He was surrounded by your family and he looked at home. He looked like like he fit.

“You really like him, don’t you?” your brother said quietly.

You’d been so caught up in watching Mark that you’d almost forgotten he was there. “Yes.” You said, not able to tear your gaze away from the scene in front of you. “I really like him. He makes me happy.” You admitted. It wasn’t something you’d voiced aloud yet but you more than liked him, you loved him and you were so incredibly glad your family were on their way to loving him too.

“That’s good to know.” Your brother said, apparently satisfied. “As long as it stays that way then I’m okay with him sticking around.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and repeated the words “That’s good to know,” instead. Mark didn’t need his permission to stick around, that was up to you, but you appreciated it, it was nice to hear.

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“See, you had nothing to worry about.” You said as Mark pulled out of your driveway. Your grandmother especially had been reluctant to let him leave, telling him he was welcome to visit her any time. “I told you they’d love you, didn’t I?”

“Love’s a strong word.” Mark said, “but yeah, they didn’t seem to hate me, that’s something.”

You shook your head. He’d never been the best at taking a compliment but that was ridiculous even for him. “I know my family.” You informed him. “Believe me, they loved you.”

“If you say so.” Mark said, still unconvinced.

“My dad thinks you’re ‘a down to earth young man’,” he’d said it again as you’d been getting ready to leave, Mark had really left an impression on him if he’d said it twice in one day, “my brother didn’t try to warn you off, my grandma kept telling me to make sure you eat properly and I’m pretty sure my mum is almost as in love with you as I am.” You finished as you pulled up at a red light.

“Really?” Mark asked, turning to look at you.

And it was only then you realised exactly what you’d just said. ‘Almost as in love with you as I am’… that was tantamount to a confession. You felt your face flush red. “Um… yes?” you ventured, not sure how Mark was going to take it, or if he’d even noticed what you’d said. Maybe he hadn’t, maybe you were safe…

“And just how in love with me are you?” he asked. His tone of voice was light but you couldn’t quite decipher the look on his face.

You could tell him that it was just a figure of speech… or you could tell him the truth. You took a deep breath and decided to go for it, if it wasn’t what he wanted to hear after six months of dating then it probably wasn’t something he was going to want to hear ever. “I’m ridiculously in love with you.” You admitted, the words coming out in a rush. You really were. When you were together you were blissfully happy, when you were apart you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You loved him, there was no denying it.

“Seriously?” he said, his expression still unreadable.

“Seriously.” You told him.

“Good.” He said, and noticing that the light in front of you had turned green he moved his attention back to the road.

“Good?” you echoed. Good? You’d told him you loved him and all he could say was good?

“Hmm.” Mark hummed with a nod as you left the traffic lights behind you and you continued on your way. “That’s good to know.”

Was he serious? “Glad I could help.” You said shortly, irritation mounting. Why wasn’t this as much of a big deal to him as it was to you? He might not love you but you’d thought he at least cared about you. That hadn’t been the reaction of someone who cared.

It was a good five minutes before either of you broke the tension that was mounting between you and Mark was the one to break it. “It’s good to know…” he said quietly, “… because I love you, a lot and I didn’t know if you felt the same way. You do though, so that’s nice.” And with a cough he leant forward and turned on the car radio.

Relief washed over you. When he hadn’t responded the way you’d thought he would you’d thought a break up was on the horizon. Your family had only just gotten to know him, they’d have been devastated. And then his choice of words caught up to you. “Nice? That’s the best you can do?” you asked, unable to help a smile.

“Yes, nice.” Mark grumbled, not appreciating your teasing tone on the slightest. “Do you want me to take it back?”

“No…” you said quickly, smile widening. He was obviously embarrassed and that was adorable. “… no. Nice is good. I’ll take nice.”

“Good because that’s all you’re getting.” Mark told you, doing his best to sound gruff but the flicker of a smile that accompanied the words let him down. He was happy as you were right now, you could tell.