Finding Dory (2016)



“Finding Dory” reunites Dory with friends Nemo and Marlin on a search for answers about her past. What can she remember? Who are her parents? And where did she learn to speak Whale?

Doodled this at work just cuz.

Just your friendly neighborhood faceless undies height chart for the Palmetto State Foxes (minus Aaron cuz I……ran out of room >.>. that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)

May not be entirely accurate, went off my memory of Nora’s bonus content response about their heights which was specific for some people and less so for others!

The boys are all wearing boxer briefs because they are damn comfortable and I am not going to draw any tighty whities.

Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Jersey Jitters

Anon- Could you do an stiles imagine where him and the reader just stayed dating and on away games for lacrosse the girlfriends wear the boyfriends jersey and he is nervous about asking her and FLUFF btw, love you and your blog!💕

Authors Note- Thank you so much, love you too!!x I actually loved this request and I hope I got it close to how you wanted. Nervous Stiles is definitely the cutest Stiles x

“So, do you have everything for tonight’s game?” your boyfriend asked, while helping you swap your books into your locker. “Popcorn, chocolate, spare converse, a jacket and a drink” you smiled with an eye roll. He does this every lacrosse game, as if you’d forget. “I know it’s annoying but its my first match with you as my official girlfriend” he said, shutting your locker door for you. “Aww you’re nervous” you teased. “I am not nervous, I just want to make sure you’re fully prepared” he said stubbornly. “Tell that to your face, is that a blush I see?” you asked, wiggling your finger at him. He gave a small laugh and moved your hand out of his face by holding it, as you walked down the hallway. “Don’t forget it’s an away game, so it’s extra important” he claimed. “Why?” you questioned. “Because we’ll be in their territory and I don’t want the other team to try and make a move on my territory” he began. “You have been spending way too much time with werewolves, you’re even starting to sound like one” you joked, after understanding his reference. “I’m sorry I have no idea where that came from, but that’s besides the point. Its a sort of tradition and I was wondering-” he began to explain, before you got distracted. “OO, Lydia is there. Can we continue this later, I need to copy her English homework before next period” you said, already beginning to walk off. “Uhm yeah, sure. It can wait” he returned with a small smile. “Ill see you later babe” you blew a kiss, before joining her. “Real smooth bro” Scott said, after catching up to Stiles. “Shut up ok, I’m going to ask” he replied. “Did you really think it was a good idea to call her your territory?” Scott was trying so hard to hold in a laugh. “Omg you heard that?” he sighed. “Yep and so did Jackson” Scott claimed, pointing to him. Jackson shook his head disappointingly, before walking off smugly. “I don’t know man, what if she says no? What if she breaks up with me? Maybe she’ll think I’m too clingy and go for some other lacrosse douche. Maybe-” he began to ramble. “You’re overthinking this. Y/n is really into you, I mean her heartbeat goes insane whenever you’re around” Scott encouraged. “Really?” Stiles asked, with a huge grin. “Really” Scott confirmed with a smile.

Lunch time finally came around and you and Allison reserved your normal table for everyone. Lydia and Jackson soon joined you, hand in hand. Instead of being met by your usual forehead kiss, that Stiles insisted on doing everyday to show everyone you’re his, you were met by a different greeting. “Hey baby” Stiles said brightly, sitting next to you. You weren’t able to utter a word before he pressed his lips to yours gently and attentively, he cupped your face until you eventually pulled away from each other, to the sound of Scott whistling, Lydia and Allison squealing and making happy noises while Jackson rolled his eyes. “Now look who’s blushing” he teased, pulling you into his chest, knowing you’d want to hide it. “God Stilinski, some of us are trying to eat here” Jackson muttered, biting into an apple. “Why are you so bothered, I think they’re adorable” Allison said winking at you. “Yes Jackson, why are you so bothered?” Lydia continued while staring at him, concerned by his almost jealously. “Whatever” Jackson scoffed. Scott widened his eyes at Stiles and then did a beating heart gesture discreetly, to goad him on. “Uhm as I was saying earlier-” Stiles began nervously. You stopped looking at your precious food and met his beautiful brown eyes, they were slightly glazed and kept flickering, showing he was anxious. “This should be good” Jackson sniggered, earning him an elbow in the chest from Lydia. You laced Stiles’ hand with your own under the table, to reassure him that whatever he was about to say you weren’t going to laugh or judge him. “It’s sort of tradition when we go to away games that the players girlfriends uhm wear their jerseys” Stiles mumbled quietly. “And you wanted me to wear yours?” you asked. “Yeah, it’s stupid I know and if you don’t want to its completely ok” he said quickly, earning him another Scoff from Jackson. “Aww babe that’s so sweet, I’d love to wear it” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug, taking in the scent of his cologne. You kissed him sweetly on the cheek, before continuing to eat your lunch, with a huge grin on your face.

“Is everyone ready now?” Coach Finstock asked, with his usual sarcastic tone. Luckily the school bus was big enough for the players and a few people from the school to ride together. The six of you sat in your usual seats; Jackson and Lydia together, Allison and Scott on the row behind them, with you and Stiles on the row behind them. To think, the last time you all sat on that school bus you and Stiles weren’t actually dating and it was filled with awkward silences every time you two accidently brushed hands or shoulders. This time Stiles spent the journey with his arm around you, as you both talked about anything and everything. When you were about ten minutes away he sifted though his gym bag and pulled out his practice lacrosse jersey. “I forgot to tell my dad to wash it before today, its ok if-” he began to say. “Stiles, I don’t care what it smells like. I’m wearing it because it’s yours and I want to show off the fact you’re my boyfriend” you smiled. “This is why I love you” he said, staring at you admiringly. You were taken back by this, you’d known Stiles and liked him since before you could remember but he’d never said he loved you. Before you could respond the bus came to a stop and everyone began standing up and getting off.

“Heyyy” you said, walking to the stands to join Lydia and Allison. You’d changed into Stiles’ lacrosse jersey but you had to shove your jacket on over the top because of how cold it was. “Welcome to the jersey gang” Allison laughed, referring to the two of them and the other players’ girlfriends, all wearing their boyfriend’s practice jerseys. After a while of watching Scott completely annihilate the other team, while competing with Jackson you were starting to get bored. That was until coach swapped Stiles with Greenburg half way through the match. “Omg Stiles is playing” you cheered, earing a smile from Scott who heard your enthusiasm and told Stiles. Stiles blew you a kiss as the whistle went to proceed. It was a while until Stiles actually got close to the ball, but even then her rarely threw it in the right direction. You took off your jacket and stood up, “Go on Stiles, you get a kiss for every ball you catch” you shouted, turning a few heads from the other school’s team. A minute later he caught the ball and automatically began to smile widely at you in the stands. “Stiles watch out” Scott called from across the field, right as he was tackled to the ground. “OOO” the crowd winced in unison. “You’ve got it babe, just walk it off” you tried to shout encouragingly. At the end of the match you ran over to the field and hugged your boyfriend, “Good job baby” you smiled as you quickly kissed him on the lips. “Are you kidding? I didn’t score one goal” he sighed. “That doesn’t matter, because you looked cute trying” you joked. “The one good thing is seeing you in my jersey” he grinned. “Yeah, I don’t think you’ll be getting this back anytime soon” you claimed. “About what I said earlier-” he said awkwardly. “It’s ok, because I love you too” you finished. “Really?” he asked in shock. “I always have” you said, pressing your lips to his, this time ignoring the chants from your friends. In that moment all that mattered was you and him.

I hope you enjoyed, requests are open but it may take a while because I have so much school work. Turn of post notifications if you want to be informed of my sporadic posting x

anonymous asked:

Do you sometimes feel like OQ shippers are kind of being thrown out of Evil Regal fandom? What I mean is, I keep seeing posts that you're not a real Regina fan if you ship her with Robin and that you shouldn't call yourself Evil Regal if you're excited for Robin's return. Like we don't respect Regina's character and only care about Robin. That's not true! I don't want Robin to hijack Regina's arc. I just hope he can be a tiny part of her story so she can grieve and move on! Why is that wrong?

It’s not wrong. And most people see that.

I think there are some very vocal anti-Robin anti-OQ folks out there who are making it their mission to go out and comment on OQers stuff and fill up their inboxes and make accusations like “not a real fan” etc. But I’m friends with several people who do not like OQ, I am mutuals with several people who do not like Sean Maguire, and I follow quite a few more people who dislike one or the other or both. And I’ve never had anyone I’ve interacted with tell me to my face that think my shipping OQ or being a fan of Sean has any bearing on my being a fan of Lana. I don’t think that is at all a widespread opinion. I think it’s just a very loud one right now.

Which is why I’ve stopped being a megaphone for that vocal minority. As much as I sometimes itch to respond to their ridiculous claims, I don’t want to help make them seem like they are actually a large number of people. They’re not.

And I can tell you one thing for sure: Lana Parrilla would not be throwing OQers out of the Evil Regal fandom on the basis of their ship, and she is the only one whose opinion on “real fans” matters.

I have met Lana several times. She knows I ship OQ. I have had her sign OQ stuff several times. I had her sign a copy of my published novel that began as an Outlaw Queen fanfic, and told her as such. And Lana has never been anything other than welcoming, loving, and gracious to me. And I am totally confident that if you walked me up to Lana Parrilla and asked if I was a real fan of hers, or a real fan of Regina’s, she would say absolutely, unequivocally, yes

So anyone who says otherwise, anyone who uses OQ as an excuse to exclude people from the Evil Regal fandom? Fuck ‘em. They’re wrong. 

End of story.


“Why?” You mumbled for what seemed like the hundredth time, the tears streaming down your face long forgotten. You sat with your back to the wall and your head in your hands, a smashed vase lay on your right that you had broken in the heat of the argument.

“Y/N, I-”

“Is it because of her?” You spat. “Because of Allison?”

Isaac sighed, tears now beginning to run down his face. “Yes, partly, but she meant nothing to me! Just a mistake, I swear.” He took a deep breath. “Things have just been a lot for me lately. But you can come with me. We can start a new life in France. Together.” Together. There it was again. He used to say it all the time before Allison. He had left her before she died, to be with you, but the guilt still haunted him.

You lifted your head so that it only rested on one hand. You glared at him through the tears.

“Y/N, I know you’re angry, I can smell it. But I can also smell love. No matter how hard you try, you can’t push me away. You still love me, and I still love you.”

“But I don’t want to love you! I’ve tried to hate you and I just can’t!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face once more. “Don’t you understand? You hurt me and for that I wanted to hate you so bad, but I couldn’t because I loved you too much, and as we all know, love makes you weak.”

Isaac rushed over and wrapped his arms around you. “No, love doesn’t make you weak, it makes you stronger.” You tried to fight him off but your argument earlier had made you tired.

“Well I don’t feel very strong at the moment.” You added once you had given up trying to fight him.

“But you will, once we’ve moved and started a new life together.” He looked at you with pleading eyes. “What do you say Y/N? Will you move to France and start a new life with me?”

okay but imagine:
the first time Aaron went to meet Andrew, he was angry at himself for being excited to meet him. Even though Andrew wanted nothing to do with him, the one thing Aaron wished for on every birthday finally came true. He has a brother. A twin, who looks exactly like him. Imagine Aaron’s surprise when he went to give Andrew a hug the first time they met and Andrew gave him a stare and hit his arms away. Imagine that was the moment Aaron started to not give a shit, because every time he cared about something it was thrown back into his face.

Southern transplant in NYC, Erek is maybe a Manchurian candidate, AT&T and Time Warner merger
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