Thank you Lovely

anonymous asked:

*hugs you real tight* Would you please send this to the first ten people on your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe. (hugs might be replaced by very good vibes for our touch-repulsed friends!)

Nonny!! What a lovely sentiment!!! *snuggle huggle* (*air huggles for the touch repulsed! <3*) This is for everyone who sees it today, Lovlies, and One for you too Nonny! <3

anonymous asked:

If you're still taking requests, could you do something with Hana and Lucio?

“One of those mornings, huh?”

Lúcio grimaces and nods, directing his wheelchair forward and angling it so it aligns with the armchair Hana is curled up in. “Couldn’t be bothered,” he admits, reaching out to pat his the knobbly curl of his knee. “Not like anything huge is happening today.”

Hana hums agreement and passes him a controller, exiting out of her game and switching to multiplayer. The base is quiet - most of the older agents are out somewhere, nearby in France if Hana remembers correctly, so she and Lúcio have the place to themselves. Zenyatta and Hanzo are out and about somewhere, but for the most part, they’ve been keeping to themselves, or at least Hana hadn’t seen them in the mess or anywhere else.

“You eaten anything?” he asks once the loading screen comes up, matching them with some random competitor across the world. Hana is using Genji’s account for at least some anonymity; Lúcio plays under the name Frogger to avoid attention.

“I had breakfast,” Hana says defensively.

“Which was?”

“… A granola bar.”

Lúcio lets out a laugh. “One game, then we’re going to go eat actual food, okay?”

“Fine, fine,” Hana grumbles. “I just wasn’t that hungry.”

“Well, you’ve given your stomach plenty of time to digest, so I’m sure more food won’t hurt. Besides, you’ve been at this for hours.”

“Two,” she corrects. At his raised eyebrow, she places her hand across her chest, over her heart, and says, “I swear it was only two. I got up around eight or so today.”

“And how long were you up streaming?”

“I got seven hours of sleep! You don’t need to parent me, Lúcio.”

“Just checking,” he says, dragging out the ‘u’, and Hana rolls her eyes, unable to keep a smile off of her face. “Can’t blame me for it, it’s part of my job description.”

“I know. I appreciate it, really.” He gives her an unimpressed look and she throws her hands up in the air, temporarily abandoning her controller. “What do you want from me, a declaration that you’re the best or something?”

“That doesn’t sound too bad, actually.”

“If I stroke your ego any more, it will fill the entire room.”

“Ow, harsh! You wound me.” He barks out a startled laugh when she reaches over to whack his shoulder. “Okay, sorry! Jeez, so ungrateful.”

“I just said thank you!”

“You said you appreciated it, totally different thing.”

Gomabseubnida,” she says with a chuckle. “Happy?”

“Marginally,” Lúcio says, though he sounds and looks pleased. “Now let’s kick ass so we can eat.”

“As if it was ever in doubt,” Hana replies, and they share a smile and it’s game on.


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It’s been seven months and three days. Not that he’s counting. Who’s counting? Not him for sure, hell no, he doesn’t count. It’s not like he’s scribbling down the math for how many hours it’s been, because he absolutely Does Not Care. It’s second period on a Tuesday morning and it’s raining and everything is dull and he is absolutely, completely, 1001% focusing on the superfuckingboring first paragraph of the essay he’s working on and not thinking about That. Him. Them. IT. WHATEVER. Because he does not think about What Could Have Been and YES, the capitalization is mandatory. Because he is a New Man, and a grown one at that, and he can capitalize all the Things That Are Important in his life. Just like that. What are months, after all. Seven of them. SeVeN. That was a good movie huh. See, he can think about Something Else, totally. Because he’s not thinking about Th- holy shit thank the gods his phone is vibrating in his pocket because he cannot. Take. This. Anymore. And uh, look it’s a message. Mh, unknown number, what, maybe Scott’s finally decided to upgrade to the Lumia because Nokias are clearly superiors to iPhones now and who even owns an iPhone anymore anyway and it’s about ti-

“Ask me to come home, Stiles.”

anonymous asked:

your turn - top 3 pictures of louis please!

Hi :) Ok, I’ll do it without cheating this time so here goes:

1. Louis arriving in Lhr in March 2014, fucked me up for so many reasons. I just love everything about this picture, can’t really explain why. Love it! 

2. I also have a really soft spot for this picture from March 2013. It was the first time we saw the “It is what it is tattoo” I believe. 
This picture is so soft, so private and he looks so delicate and vulnerable here. 

3. And I definitely need a beanie!louis picture here too, and this is one of my all time favorites and his outfit was a+ this day too so.. <3

anonymous asked:

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The rays fall around me
curling a bit, like dried carrot peel. A far sound
in the air—fire
or rain? And when I’ve cut
all the way to the center of the sun
I see
flowers, flowers, flowers. (x)


aranelbaggins  asked:

Disney World!

They don’t make it twenty feet before they’re all wearing some sort of paraphernalia. It’s mostly because Tony is determined to make sure they all have the ultimate experience, and because Steve is so curious and quietly excited no one can resist. Sure, there’s also already a couple not-so-subtle photographs taken of them, but the world can stand to watch the Avengers go to Disney World.

First come the easy rides. Small rollercoasters, the little ferris wheel, a couple prize winning escapades. But then they try their first real rollercoaster, and it’s practically impossible but somehow Natasha actually scalds small children’s ears with the strangled words coming out between her teeth. Clint just laughs and then shrieks when a particularly fast curve comes. After that it’s a dare to see who can bear all the rest the best (and if they end the day loving them instead of hating them, who’s the wiser).

And let’s not forget the booths. Every prize imaginable dangling just out of reach for such a simple trick, so seemingly easy. Ah, but what amusement park booth has ever prepared for a team of superheroes descending upon it? Clint is nearly outlawed due to his uncanny aim. Bruce is nearly outlawed due to his lack thereof and the dangers accompanying it (Clint is a nice guy though and wins his green-tinged friend some adorable stuffed things). Tony sets out to win Steve the largest teddy bear available and spend thirty minutes trying. If he ends up winning with the manager’s wallet slightly thicker, no one can tell. Steve is blushing and happy and nearly dwarfed though, and that makes everyone happy.

Then comes the photo booths. Lo and behold, the Avengers are taking pictures with tourists! Except, the real Avengers have just showed up sans costumes, and not one of them could pass up such a chance. It’s harder than one might think to decide who had the best time: the plebeians dressed up as their favorite superheroes unexpectedly meeting said heroes, or the passerby with cameras taking advantage of such an opportunity, or said superheroes who get to pretend like they’re among the plebeians or passerby and take photos with CAPTAIN AMERICA and IS THAT…iron man? laaaame. Ouch! No need to be touchy!

The day ends in a swirl of funnel cakes and ruddy cheeks and piggyback rides and loud whooping and frantic antics establishing even deeper camaraderie between a group of people desperately in need of it.

Except, of course, one last rollercoaster. So, in truth, the day ends with the Avengers on the biggest coaster in the park, shouting with mixed delight and terror (the great Iron Man screaming the loudest), while a very tired, very worn, very happy Phil Coulson guards a pile of teddy bears and unicorns and Mickey Mouse hats down below on a park bench. Also, one large shield.