HE'D JUST GO UP TO HIM

  • Steven, age sixteen, during his 'rebellious phase': "YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO OR WHEN TO GO TO BED! I'M LITERALLY MY OWN MOM!"
  • Also Steven, dragging a blanket up the stairs to his bed: "And what kind of mom would I be if I didn't enforce my bedtime? Goodnight everybody I love you."
I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.

And just because I can:

“Dad…” 

Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.

“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.” 

The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.

“Did you want something?”

“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.

And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.

“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”

“I want my friends to come visit.”

Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”

“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”

Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge. 

“I see. For how long?”

“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”

Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”

I want my friends…friendshow often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables. 

“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”

Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”

Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”

“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”

“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”

“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”

“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”

Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click. 

Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front. 

Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.

“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”

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Wouldn’t you trade it all to have Thomas Hamilton back again?

sharp and sweet and sour

@anotherwellkeptsecret prompted: The slowest, sweetest, gentlest first kiss you can possibly imagine.


 It was a lovely, crisp day, and Sherlock—in an uncommonly good mood—left the window open behind him after forcing it open to gain entry to the suspect’s flat.

 The curtains fluttered in the breeze, carrying a myriad of vivid city smells, unmistakable London air, sharp and sweet and sour all at once.

 He breathed in deep, then turned away, clapping his hands together as he surveyed the cluttered room.

 Dust, dust everywhere, and that was wonderful, he could read years’ worth of history in dust, he could trace his way backwards through every book the man had read, every single move he’d made in the flat right up until the moment he'd—

 "Christ—" John wheezed from the window, grasping the sill and dragging himself inside. “A little help—” he dropped onto the ground, back against the wall, breathing hard. “—would have been nice.”

 "You managed just fine,“ Sherlock said, smiling a little bit.

 "Thought you were going to go around back and unlock the door.”

 "I’d have gotten there eventually.“

 John made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat, stood up. Moved to shut the window behind him.

 "Leave it.”

 John paused, gloved hands on the window frame. “Someone might see.”

 "Nothing out of the ordinary about an open window on a nice day.“

 "You are aware that breaking and entering is not actually legal?” But John stepped away from the window without shutting it.

 Sherlock smiled again, an almost involuntary pull at the corner of his mouth. He liked John like this, sharp-tongued yet indulgent.

 "All right,“ John said, letting his hands drop to his sides. "What are we looking for?”

 "Dust.“

 "Well. Plenty of that to go around.”

 Sherlock could not seem to stop smiling. Perhaps it was the weather. “Exactly.”

 "Will any dust do, or are you looking for something in particular? Clogged ceiling vent, perhaps? Maybe some dryer lint?“ John was looking at him, his brows raised, something approaching amusement in his face. Ah. Teasing, then.

 "Our suspect has a rather extensive personal library,” Sherlock said, tearing his gaze away to look at the shelves that stretched floor to ceiling along the wall. He scanned the rows of books, eyes flitting across faded, dusty spines. “Including several volumes on rare poisons.”

 "Pot, kettle,“ John said.

 Sherlock turned to look at him, narrowed his eyes. John offered up a shrug and a small smirking twist of his lips.

 "He’s more of a collector than a reader,” Sherlock said, turning back towards the books. “You can see from the dust that most of these haven’t been touched in years.”

 "He does seem to lack a certain standard of cleanliness,“ John agreed mildly.

 "Except—” Sherlock smiled at a smear on a lower shelf, a small half-moon pattern where clean wood gleamed through. He framed it with his hands, measuring. The perfect size for a rested knee. He allowed his gaze to climb upward, catching the imprint of fingertips in the thick dust, and there, there, the place where a book had been pulled free, dislodging cobwebs and ancient dust bunnies.

 "A little light reading?“

 Sherlock rummaged around in his coat, withdrew a crinkling evidence bag, a bloodstained book resting within.

 John groaned. "Did you steal that?”

 "Borrowed.“

 "What are you—”

 "Just wanted to be sure,“ Sherlock said, and he grinned, a quick flash of teeth, the kind of dangerous grin that John usually responded favorably to. He leaned back and looked at the gap on the shelf, looked at the book in his hand.

 "Looks like it fits,” John said.

 "Hm,“ Sherlock said, and he moved carefully, delicately, resting his knee in the smooth clean space left behind, pressing the very tips of his gloved fingers where they would not disturb fresh trails of dust. He lifted himself slowly, with utmost caution, climbing until he was eye to eye with the gap.

 "Sherlock,” John said. His voice was muffled, slightly. As if he was speaking through clenched teeth.

 "Mm,“ Sherlock said, distracted, scanning the shelf for anything else, anything he might have missed in his first assessment. It was beautiful, eloquent, the way that history was written into dust.

 The shelf under his foot creaked, an alarming, sharp sound, and Sherlock’s pulse jumped.

 There were hands on his waist, strong hands, sure hands, John’s hands, steadying him, holding him still.

 "Careful,” John said, his voice low. “Or you’ll bring the whole thing down with you.”

 Sherlock opened his mouth to retort but found he could not speak, not with John leaning back, taking his weight, easing him off of the shelves and back down towards the ground.

 He stood facing the books, mind blank, pulse racing, John breathing close at his back.

 "All right?“ John asked, when the moment had stretched too long.

 Sherlock turned, slowly, straightening up. Meaning to say: My weight was perfectly balanced. There was no danger of the shelf breaking and instead clearing his throat and meeting John’s eyes and saying nothing, nothing, because John was very close and had not yet moved to step away.

 "Sherlock,” John said, and he was so close his breath puffed against Sherlock’s face. The window was open behind him, letting in that sharp-sweet-sour dangerous air, and John was close, he was so close, so close and so utterly beloved and just like that, after years and years of careful restraint, all of Sherlock’s self-control simply fluttered away on a gentle breeze.

 He only needed to tilt his head slightly to bring his lips against John’s, to slide his nose along John’s cheek, to catch John’s warm surprised breath in his lungs.

 They stood like that for a moment, lips ghosting together, just breathing. Sherlock’s back brushed against the shelf and he spared a brief thought for the dust, and then John made a noise in the back of his throat, a noise that was pained and joyful all at once, and his hands came up to cup Sherlock’s face, to press against the heat rising in his cheeks, and Sherlock thought quite clearly: sod the dust and then on the heels of that came: this moment has been written in dust, scrawled here on the shelves for anyone to see.  

 He let the evidence bag drop, the book hitting the ground with a muffled thud.

 John’s hands on his face, cradling him, thumbs moving against his cheeks. John’s mouth on his, soft and warm and wondering, their breaths mingling.

 Sherlock realized that he had, at some point, tangled his hands up in John’s coat, had grasped at the collar of it and had wound the edges around his fingers, pulling him closer, locking him in place.

 "Oh,“ he said, mumbling against John’s lips, because each gentle slide, each damp press, each tug and pull and nibble and rasp of chapped skin was a revelation. "Oh.”

 John laughed, not a cruel or mocking sound, but a soft huff that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest. He laughed and Sherlock could taste it, sweet against his lips.

 "Oh?“ John said, nudging Sherlock’s nose with his own.

 "I’ve just realized—” Sherlock said, and his voice was alarmingly unsteady. “Well. No. That’s not quite accurate. I’ve known for some time. That I—well. But. It hadn’t seemed—”

 "Oh,“ John said, and there was a surprised light in his eyes, a dancing mischief that Sherlock hadn’t seen in a very long time. He looked younger, somehow. Unburdened.

 "Is that—?” Sherlock hesitated, feeling uncertain and clumsy and much too slow. His pulse skittered under his skin, joyful, ebullient bursts.

 "I don’t know how you didn’t know,“ John said. He shook his head, shut his eyes, smiled.

 Sherlock looked at that smiling mouth and thought: I’ve kissed those lips.

 "I—” Sherlock said.

 "Me too,“ John said. He slipped one of his hands back, running it through Sherlock’s hair, settling it on the back of Sherlock’s neck, skin warm and slightly sweat-damp. He leaned up and Sherlock let himself be kissed. "Just—me too.”

 "Oh,“ Sherlock said again, and it was all forgotten for a moment, the dust, the books, the crisp air and the sharp-sweet-sour London smell. He was smiling. He couldn’t seem to stop. He thought perhaps it had never been the weather at all. He thought perhaps it had always been John.

blitzdrake  asked:

So two questions: like when Shiro drops Lance off after Lance missed his stop, will Allura be there worriedly waiting for Lance? Will Allura see Shiro first and he not see her? Or visa Versa. Or will they both see each other and *sparks* Second question: is lotor low bad/low key angst/drama source in this fic and if so how? I saw it mentioned he'd be on a coed team (awesome) so will he be just as a football rival? Is he a good step brother or bad since I think you said Keith lives with him.

SO

for @blitzdrake  and the Anons:

Allura will totally see Shiro first. She and Hunk notice him drop off Lance but can’t really see him. 

Only later does Lance reveal who dropped him off and Allura flips because she’s seen and heard of him and his friends from Altea and pulls up Matt Holt’s Instagram with countless pictures of Shiro, Keith, and Pidge. 

Shiro will see Allura when he and Keith go to a West Creek home game for their first time. She’ll be cheering on Hunk with the rest of the cheerleaders. He’ll be awestruck for most of the game. They’ll meet after the game and get introduced through Lance and Keith. Shiro will be a mess because he’s never met a girl as witty as Allura, and Allura will be flustered because she’s never met a boy as beautiful and kind as Shiro. 

To answer Anon’s second question:

Oh, my god, do I have moments of mischief. Pidge is downright diabolical. ANd Keith will help her with anything. The prank I am excited to draw is a set of Instagram shot’s from Matt. They’ll be pictures of the time Pidge made glow in the dark moisturizer and convinced their class to wear it during the next lecture. 

The moment the teacher turned off the lights to show a power point presentation she screamed and ran out the room. All she could see was the outlined faces of her students floating in the air. 

Pidge is the school’s home game commentator, she has a gaudy soundboard and everything. 

To answer blitzdrake’s second question:

Lotor will not cause drama, but his school will. Growing up Lotor and Keith got along like two bickering sisters. But Lotor felt extreme responsibility for Keith’s well-being and if he was in trouble Lotor would get him out of it. 

They lived together up until Keith senior year, and that’s when Zarkon let Keith live alone. Lotor calls him every week to check up on him. 

He never had any siblings of his own so when Keith suddenly came into his life he was so excited to have somebody to take care of. Keith and Lotor are like snarky sibling nowadays and when they play each other in football they go all out to beat the other one. 

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themoskabot  asked:

holy crap ok so i just thought of an ml au fusion, and you were the first ladybug blog on my dash so here goes: what if you combined blind!adrien au, and the au where your soulmate's first words to you are written on you. so like adrien would come to school and drop something and he'd be looking for it on the ground and marinette would come running up and say something like "oh let me help" and she'd see what she said written on his arm and then he'd say what's written on her arm and she'd (1/2

(2/2) completely freak out and he’d ask what was wrong and she’d just turn completely red and shove the thiing into his arms and run off and escalate even more in her freak out (partially because of the soulmate thing, partially because he’s hot and she’s marinette). anyway, you can go about your business, i just had to tell someone


@qookyquiche

Adrien begrudgingly woke up, his incessant alarm shattering his dreams. They had been pleasent, from what he could remember. His mother had been there, safe and warm. Colors and lights had danced around him, just as they did so long ago. Adrien wondered, as he often did, what it would be like to see again.

He remembered what it was like, of course, but there was only so much to draw on. He had lost his sight at a young age, due to a chance encounter with a faulty piece of construction equipment. A bolt here, a snapped belt there, and Adrien became a sunglasses aficionado. His mother and father had sued to hell and back, getting a settlement so large they could replace most equipment in Paris twice over. Although, Adrien apparently still had to model per his father’s request, but that train of thought was a little too depressing this morning.

Instead, Adrien yawned and stretched, sitting up before shutting off his alarm. Still groggy, he tried to sit up straight, mentally preparing himself for the day. First, he had breakfast plans with his best buds, Me, Myself, and I, followed by lunch with rousing conversation from his inner monlogue, and dinner plans under the stars. Well, there could be stars. His ceiling could look like anything at this point. Interrupted, of course, by various photoshoots, home-schooling, and asking his father about public school.

Wait.

School.

Public School.

SHIT.

Quickly, Adrien ran through his room, pulling himself together as quickly as he could. Of course he would almost forget about school, the one day Nathalie actually managed to convince his father it wasn’t too dangerous. Under guard, of course, but that was nothing new. One of the surprisingly few benefits of having no friends over to change his room, is that he had memorized where everything was, able to walk around with confidence. Vaulting over various pieces of furniture, he scrambled together what he could only assume were the highest brands of fashion, since they had been pre-selected by Nathalie the night before, and ran out the door. Slowly, he walked back into his room, picking up his faceted cane he kept by the door. Feeling along the wall, he perused his selection of sunglasses.

“It feels like… A rimless day.” He muttered, grabbing a sleek pair of glasses with metallic bands.

Items in hand, he ran down the stairs, meeting the man simply known as Guerrilla at the door. Flipping on his shades, Adrien snapped his cane to the side, locking it in place. He was thankful Guerrilla was the one escorting him today. Of all the people in his life, Guerrilla was one of the few who didn’t think Adrien was made of glass. He didn’t take Adrien’s arm, or coddle him through life. It was a welcome change of pace, though it could get a little cold at times. Sitting in the car, Adrien could hardly keep still, esctatic to finally learn what a school was like.

0o0o0

Marinette’s alarm jolted her awake, almost making her fall out of bed. She was an incurably deep sleeper, so her mother had insisted on getting one of the loudest alarms on the market. How she had grown to loathe that machine. Still, she had actually woken up to her second alarm, giving her even less time to get to school.

Throwing her outfit together, she found herself once again lost in the faint birthmark along her left forearm. Everyone knew about Soulmarks, the destined first words spoken to you by your true love, but no one really ever talked about them. It was a simple fact of life, like having five fingers on each hand, or waking up just in time to be late to school. Besides, the birthmark faded after they were spoken, so if you had a mark, you hadn’t met The One, simple as that. Still, she couldn’t help but think that anyone who still had their mark felt the same confusion she did.

“And I felt so good about Rimless today.” Seriously, what the hell did that even mean?

Shaking herself out of her confusion, she ran down the stairs, dragging her bookbag behind her. With a quick breakfast and quicker goodbyes, she ran out of the bakery, making her way to school. That is, until she heard the faint ringing of the school’s bell, signifying to all students outside of the grounds that they were, unfortunately, late.

Groaning, Marinette picked up in speed, barely registering the black car pulling up beside her. As she ran, she kept her eye on the main gates. It was unlikely, but they might have instituted some new rule of locking out late students, and she would not be locked out all day. Many things would go over well with her parents, but that is not one of them. She was about to change course, climb the steps three at a time, and jump through the gates for a three point landing, until she ran full speed into a blonde boy getting out of a car. They both toppled to the ground, his bodyguard standing beside himself in shocked silence. It took the two of them a moment to actually react, each for wildly different reasons.

For Adrien, he was simply shocked that someone had snuck up on him like that. Sure, he hadn’t been fully paying attention, and he might have been a little too jittery with excitement, but he usually prided himself on his awareness. Still, this stranger had not only snuck up on him, but tackled him to the ground, all without him noticing a thing. She was like a ninja. A sneaky, clumsy, ninja.

For Marinette, her mind was working overtime, trying to grasp the fact that she had just tackled Adrien Agreste to the ground. Adrien Agreste. The same Adrien Agreste that she had seen a thousand times in her favorite fashion magazines. The son of her idol. Who she had just tackled to the ground. Whose sunglasses were now shattered a ways away. Who was trying to get up now.

Wincing through a scraped elbow, Adrien noticed a missing weight on his face, and reached up for his glasses. Feeling nothing but air, he started pushing off the stranger, trying to find one of his favorite pairs. Stunned, Marinette got off of him, still not quite sure how to process everything that just happened.

Reaching his shattered glasses, he clicked his tongue, saying, “Damn. And I felt so good about Rimless today.”

Finally catching up, Marinette rushed out, “Oh my gosh I am so sorry please don’t hate me I didn’t see you there that was my fault I was trying to get to my class and I’m gonna be late and you’re blind and I just broke your sunglasses I am SO SORRY, here please take mine.”

Holding out her hands, Marinette held a pair of white sunglasses, a floral print wrapping around its bands. With her head bowed, she caught a glimpse of Adrien’s arms, almost cradling his broken shades. And there, wrapping twice around his forearm, was a sprawling wall of text, slowly fading into his skin.

The last words to go were, “Please take mine.”

And that was when Marinette screamed.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I was just thinking, how would Pennywise react to going to Disney World with his partner? Obviously he would need to be in his human form, but I would think he'd be so happy!

Oml,,,

-you take him on the haunted mansion and he’s just so amazed?? You get to the stretching portraits and he’s like ??? And you don’t wanna RUIN the magic so you’re just like “yo, it’s haunted” and he’s like :0000

-tower of terror fucks him up completely

-you get him cotton candy and it gets all over his goofy face

-better keep popcorn on him at all times because uh,, there tons of kids and he’s hongry

-he loves the ferris wheel so much Oml

-little mermaid ride also fucks him up because of the dancing turtles

-the people in the character costumes hug you and he gets angry,,, ur his human,,, go AWAY

-he most definitely buys a Mickey hat and he looks so fucking cute in it I stg

-he gets you a stuffed animal from a game and he may or may not have cheated…

-you go on its a small world and by the time it’s done Penny is humming the song

-y'all get your face painted,,, he gets a clown nose painted on himself because he’s a giant dork and you love him so much jeez

-he really likes the Alice in wonderland ride,, not sure why

-he comes up with this brilliant idea to change the way his human form looks multiple times and get free balloons,, each time he grabs one he runs to find you by the restroom and then he goes back for more. Y'all end up with like 20

-the fireworks make him cry and he’s like burying his face into your neck and covering his ears.

-he falls asleep in the car on the way back to the hotel I’ve never been to Disneyland lmao is it obvious?

anonymous asked:

is there any concrete indication of how many years it's been IN-UNIVERSE between im 1 and civil war? because if we just go by movie release dates it would be around 8 years so like peter would be 7-10 yrs old when tony stark becomes iron man and i'm 100% sure he'd have tried to get his autograph somehow. maybe he actually did and he's got it carefully preserved and tony doesn't know but someday he's beating himself up and peter tells him because tony's always been his hero he should know that :)

I have no concrete idea of the specific timeline they follow within the MCU, but OH MY G O SH THIS HEADCANON IS PERFECTTTTT

LIKE I CAN SEE IT SO CLEARLY IN MY HEAD. Peter finding Tony, who’s looking so fucking tired because the world never stops throwing some new bullshit at him, and he just… he’s so worried about tony, about his mental health, and he feels so helpless because what the fuck can he do to help this man who seems to carry the whole world on his shoulders?? 

But he tries to comfort Tony anyway. He thanks him for doing the thankless job of trying to keep people safe. He tells him how much he admires him, how much he’s done for him. 

And it’s just??? too much??? Tony can’t cope because here’s peter smol tiny peter who must be protected because fuck if someone else will die under his watch, and this boi is actually so sweet and pure and he seems to actually give a fuck about tony??? 

MAN I AM HAVING SO MANY FEELS I CAN’T EVEN TELL YOU

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ok but i imagine hunk going to shiro whenever he stresses about lance!

bonus:

  • <p> <b>Jack:</b> I don't think Felix will be able to keep a job for a month!<p/><b>PJ:</b> Knowing him? I'd wager less than a week!<p/><b>Jack:</b> He'd probably get fired the same day they hire him.<p/><b>PJ:</b> I'd pay to see that happen. He'd just walk in and get tossed out.<p/><b>Jack:</b> He'd go for an interview and they'd fire him before they even hire him.<p/><b>PJ:</b> He'd look at the hiring sign and the owner walks out and fires him.<p/><b>Jack:</b> He'd just be, like, standing in a grocery isle and they'd walk up and fire him.<p/><b>PJ:</b> Picture this, he's six years old, and this old man screams "You're Fired!" in his face.<p/><b>Jack:</b> They'd walk into the delivery room and fire him while his mom's in labor.<p/><b>PJ:</b> They'd walk up to his pregnant mother and fire him.<p/><b>Felix:</b> Fucking hell.<p/></p>
who should you fight in bts
  • should you fight kim seokjin?: no wtf do you want to be yelled at for an hour? also how would you hurt that face,,,,????
  • who would win: him?? he'd probably blow you a kiss and you'd faint
  • should you fight min yoongi: NO, THE MAN IS TIRED, LET HIM REST
  • who would win: you, but would it be worth it? no. buy him coffee and a pillow,,,, please
  • should you fight jung hoseok: askfkjadf no.
  • who would win: him. have you ever tried to fight the sun? you'd just go blind probably
  • should you fight kim namjoon: NO. WHY WOULD YOU FIGHT THIS DIMPLED CUTIE IDGI
  • who would win: him. this goes one of two ways 1. this giant man accidentally steps on you or 2. he smiles and you realize how horrible you are for trying to hurt someone so beautiful
  • should you fight park jimin: yes. b1tch do u know how rude he is on a daily basis i s2g
  • who would win: him. he'd attack you with more rudeness like run his hands thru his hair and wink and youd just??? die??
  • should you fight kim taehyung: btxh the fuck? no??? he's literally?? the softest???
  • who would win: him. you'd probably knock him on his ass at first and then he'd laugh and you might melt into a puddle in front of him
  • should you fight jeon jungkook: YES THIS BOI OH MY GOD FIGHT THOSE FUCKING TIMBERLANDS
  • who would win: him. a few ways this can go 1. he fucking decks u bc hes ripped and u die 2. when u fall and he laughs and his nose scrunches up all cute ---- u die 3. his hyungs come over to see their baby in a fight? --- u die
  • in summary: if u tryna fight bts,,,,,, wyd???

theconsultingdramaqueen  asked:

Ok ok but now I'm dying for Obi-Wan's Groundhog Day, 'cause there'd be so much Sad but also shenanigans? Of course he'd try to help Anakin The Jedi Way at first, but that's already failed and he still doesn't know exactly how Palps got to him. Soon the day becomes a Quest to really understand Anakin the way he couldn't during the war, and without fear of fucking up the Chosen One, he's free to use some...unorthodox tactics. Hilarity ensues. Anakin is confused but more likely to just go with it.

Ahhhhh OMG I can’t believe this didn’t occur to me before. Obi-Wan’s Groundhog Day would ALSO be fantastic (and, just a guess, he might not need QUITE as many re-dos as Anakin to get it right, hahaha.) And while hilarious, it could totally also end up being Moving and Sweet and Full of Feels because, as you say, he’d realize eventually that in order to figure out WHY it all fell apart, he has to really get into Anakin’s occasionally doofus-y brain. And then they both end up understanding each other better and everything is sweet and adorable and everyone lives Happily Ever After. 

I feel like Anakin’s going to be so disoriented during some repetitions of this day, though, because like…he’s GLAD Obi-Wan wants to spend all this time with him all of a sudden, but it’s also kind of weird that he showed up the second Anakin woke up this morning and he hasn’t left his side all day? (Oh, the FACE Palpatine makes when Anakin shows up at the opera WITH Obi-Wan, who has INSISTED on coming along and refused to take no for an answer. Not only has Skywalker shown up with That Boyfriend Palpatine Hates, but Obi-Wan also keeps shushing him every time he tries to start talking to/brainwashing Anakin. Anakin just shrugs helplessly: “He really is a big fan of the opera, Excellency.”) 

Obi-Wan 10000% spends at least one day drunkenly telling everyone at the Temple what he really thinks of all of them. One day where he gives in to all of his most flirtatious tendencies and runs off romancing his way across the Galaxy and/or dramatically sweeps Anakin off his feet. And another day handing Maul his own ass with the Darksaber over on Mandalore. Most of the rest of the time he’s dutifully trying to fix the universe, but even Obi-Wan needs a day to indulge once in a while. 

anonymous asked:

Ok concept- the red lion knows when Keith is in trouble, so even though lance is her paladin now, she'll still go after Keith if she senses that something's wrong with him. Lance is always with her when they get Keith and eventually he begins to be able to sense when Keith is in trouble without needing red to prompt him. At first it was when he was with red, but now if he gets a gut feeling he always calls up the BOM to check on Keith and 90% of the time he'd been hurt

keith: stubs his toe
lance: fuck shit i think keith just died, lemme call him rq

anonymous asked:

So do you think his team then just didn't care enough about his vocal health? We know he had some ENT who he saw - but it seems like there were definitely times he shouldn't have been singing that he was. I assume all the time off at least healed any damage he'd done back then?

I think a management team that let a kid vomit and then go back to performance right away didn’t have the kids’ vocal health as its main concern.

A team that let a kid sing in concert until 10:30 and then woke him up at 2:30 AM to record didn’t have their vocal health as a priority.

A team that let a hoarse kid use an inhaler and then go back to singing… etc.

Kuroko no Basuke: Last Game (feat. my shameless fangirling)

Look, AkaKuro’s standing next to each other! ❤❤❤❤

The order of everything I’d written here might be in random, because I was mentally screaming all the way through the entire movie. Mentally, because I couldn’t just shout “FUCK THAT’S MY OTP!!! AREN’T THEY BEAUTIFUL TOGETHER??” with anime heart eyes every time AkaKuro appeared on screen. I’m in the cinemas with equally brooding fanboys and fangirls so nope.

This is full of spoilers and shitposting. Proceed at your own risk. XD

  • Kagami’s backstory. Who would’ve thought that such a bright ray of sunshine was once a tol angsty child. Well, everyone probably went through that phase so-
  • THE CALL
  • THE ASSHOLES AKA TEAM JABBERWOCK
  • One thing I realized while I was watching the entire Strky vs Jabberwock match was how much I love Kasamatsu, Miyaji, Imayoshi, Okamura, and Higuchi (I don’t even know this guy but I love him unconditionally okay?). So, yeah, basically, everyone in Team Strky.
  • I was waiting for Kasamatsu to slap Nash in the face after the guy spit on his hand, but– *3*
  • ANGRY KISEKI KOUHAIS IS MY NEW KINK
  • The GoM greeting each other in the gym is the most precious thing ever
  • AKASHI ❤ I’m biased so–
  • Kuroko following Kagetora in Roppongi to confront the Jabberwock. 
  • Everyone taken aback by Kuroko’s disappearance lol
  • Kuroko’s boyfriends protecting him after Nash kicked him. DAMN I GOT SHIVERS AT AKASHI’S EXPRESSION HERE.
  • Akashi: Stop
  • Kuroko: Akashi-kun.
  • Akashi: I understand. Knowing you, you probably want to settle this in a basketball match.
  • I literally just mentally scream my head off every time AkaKuro is next to each other
  • EIGO
  • The match’s setting was different from the one in the manga. And the other characters watched them live which was also different.
  • GET READY FOR TEAM VORPAL SWORDS BITCHES
  • (Btw, there were two guys sitting few seats to my right in the cinema who were doing a live commentary of every fucking scene the entire time. I was torn between getting annoyed and fanboying with them because what they were whispering to each other was what I was thinking at that exact moment.)
  • Everyone being OP AS FUCK
  • MOSTLY KISE
  • GODDAMMIT KISE WHY ARE YOU SO OP????
  • Midorima’s remote control
  • SAKURAI IS AOMINE’S HARDCORE FANBOY IS2G
  • Fucking Silver
  • FUCKING NASH 
  • Murasakibara and Silver’s match up
  • GODDAMMIT STOP HURTING MY TREE SON
  • Silver is an ass
  • Pouting Murasakibara *sound of angels’ choir in the background*
  • Everyone giving way to each other so the team could win. #PRECIOUS
  • THE TEAM PLAYS. #I’MCRYINg
  • Kuroko: *joins the game*
  • Jabberwock: LMAO So weak-looking
  • Jabberwock [5 seconds after Kuroko played]: WHAT THE FUCK??????
  • DID I MENTION THE TEAM PLAYS??? The AoKaga?? Midorima and Kagami highfiving each other? Murasakibara and Kagami double-teaming Silver? And ofc who could forget AoKi double-teaming Silver
  • Kise’s Perfect Copy + Aomine’s Zone = beautiful AoKi babies
  • I swear even Momoi could feel the AOKI in the air. She was too overwhelmed that it brought tears to her eyes. lol
  • Kise and Silver’s one-on-one
  • “Kise is the strongest player on the court.” Dude… I already knew that, like, 5 years ago.
  • Nash’s passes WTAF
  • Murasakibara getting hurt again. STOP HURTING MY TREE SON I SAY
  • Takao getting jealous of Akashi and Midorima’s teamplay. Don’t worry Shin-chan’s all yours already. :3
  • BOKUSHI AND ORESHI’S CONVERSATION. THIS IS IMPORTANT
  • Kise failing to make the shot because he’s too damn exhausted already. Somebody take his place aaaaaahhhhhhh :’((((((((((
  • BOKUSHIIIIIIIIIII
  • “Leave the rest to me, Ryouta.”
  • WHY DIDN’T THEY INCLUDE THIS: “Akashi-kun is Akashi-kun. There is no difference.” THIS IS, LIKE, THE ULTIMATE AKAKURO MOMENT. I’M SO SAD ;-;
  • “Right now, Akashi’s the most reliable person on the court.” He’s also the most reliable in be– //slapped
  • Mayuyu supporting his kouhai from the sidelines. HOW CUTE
  • Also, can we talk about Mibuchi’s new hairstyle?
  • Midorima’s three pointers. Also OP as fuck
  • “My shots will not miss.” His shots through Takao’s heart will also never miss. ;)
  • Midorima trying to make Kagami feel better. Holy shit the world’s ending soon
  • Nash’s ability was translated in the movie as “Barrier Eye.” But I actually heard “Belial Eye” every time it was mentioned. But it was called “Demon Eye” in the manga. So which is it? @-@
  • YOU FUCKING DARE TO ANKLE BREAK AKASHI??? KARMA IS SHIT, YOU–
  • AKASHI VS NASH
  • GIVE MURASAKIBARA A DAMN RUBBER BAND
  • YOU DARE FUCKING INJURE MURASAKIBARA????
  • MURASAKIBARA’S SMILE CAN PROBABLY CURE ANY KIND OF ILLNESS.
  • ANGRY KUROKO IS AT THE TOP OF MY KINKS
  • AOKAGA IN THE FREAKING ZONE TOGETHER ;)
  • EVERY DAMN TIME AOMINE SHOOTS THE BALL
  • “Goodbye.”
  • NAked Akashi
  • Oreshi and Bokushi fanservice DAMNNNNNNN I NEED MORE. I love the way they parted in the movie, with all the hands holding and the changing of perspectives and just… everything.
  • Akashi was about to give up
  • Then Kuroko appears in his line of sight
  • Then everyone gets an instant power up
  • AOKAGA DUNKING THE FUCKING BALL TOGETHER
  • GoM + Seirin bonding moment™
  • Kagami’s leaving for America.
  • WHY THE FUCK IS HE LEAVING??? THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN IN THE MANGA????
  • ANGST
  • DON’T MAKE ME START ON THE AIRPORT SCENE
  • God just remembering it makes me tear up
  • WE HAVE SOME CANON KAGAKURO SCENE HERE
  • When Kagami ran back to Kuroko, I thought he changed his mind and would say: “It’s more fun playing with you and the rest of the team.” But they just said goodbye to each other and Kagami was thanking Kuroko for everything and all these onion ninjas just started popping out of nowhere and I was dying inside. :’((((((((((
  • Holy fucks I think I didn’t watch the complete final scene? Now I’m sadder. I mean, I saw some spoiler about the GoM talking about the future or smth?? I DIDN’T SEE THAT. ;-;
  • LASTLY, WHERE THE FUCK IS NIJIMURA??????? ;-:

Apparently, my lil bro backed out from watching this with me, and I ended up watching it with my dad. Though, in all actuality, he just slept and woke up about quarterway through the movie. And I think he enjoyed the rest of the movie, because he didn’t sleep after that, and that was SOMETHING because he always just sleeps whenever he comes with me and my siblings to the cinemas. 😂😂😂😂 Anyway, I’ll add the others once I remember them.

I BETTER LOOK FOR THAT EXTRA SCENE NOW.

You officially know Marvel fucked up when the interviews and bloopers of Jeremy Renner breaking the Hawkeye character is more Clint Barton than any scene with him in it that made it into the film.

anonymous asked:

Hey Q I was reading through some of the posts and you apparently have your eye on somebody? If you don't mind me asking, who are they? I 100% understand if you don't feel like answering! Anyways... how are things holding up on your end? I hope everything is going amazing! Also, mind if I can meet your papyrus? I haven't really seen him and I really think he'd be a cool guy to meet! ^-^ Anyways everything is alright on my end, just kinda bored, heh. Anyways gonna go now, nice meeting you all! :D

* oh yeah, you guys haven’t met my pap yet, have you?

* (he shouts to someone off screen) hey bro! random strangers on the internet are asking about you! come introduce yourself!


* ARE THESE THE SAME STRANGERS WHO ALWAYS ASK UNCOMFORTABLY PERSONAL QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH THE LANDLADY AND EVERY OTHER FACET OF YOUR PERSONAL LIFE?

* the very same! nailed it in one, bro.

* OH GOOD, I’VE BEEN WANTING TO MEET THEM! IT IS A PLEASURE, INTERNET STRANGERS! I’M PAPYRUS, BUT YOU CAN CALL ME ‘V‘ FOR SIMPILICITY’S SAKE, SINCE THERE ARE SO MANY OF US AROUND THESE DAYS!

* I SPECIALIZE IN SYSTEM REPAIRS AND EXPANSION, THOUGH I ALSO ACT AS BACK-UP IN VIRUS ERADICATION. JUST LIKE MY BROTHER CALLS HIMSELF ‘Q‘ FOR QUARANTINE, I’M KNOWN AS ‘V‘ FOR VACCINE!

* well there you go, guys, that’s my brother! told you he was cool. if you want to ask him any questions, feel free!

(( @messedupessy @kiwispaz))

((Jolie’s Input: Sorry I sat on these asks for so long, I really wanted to get a headshot done for pap before I answered them  and it took awhile to get to XD That said, you guys can totally ask V questions too if you’re so inclined!))

You watched your bundled up boyfriend open another ice cream bar and shove it into his mouth. “You’re just going to stay like that?” you asked, taking a bar for yourself before flopping down next to him.“After everything you did to me last night, I deserve to lay in bed all day and eat.”