after listening to this entire thing

Things they don’t tell you about top surgery

- Talk to the surgeon about the size you want your new areolas/nipples (don’t be afraid to ask)

- Numbness. No one talks about this for guys who are about to have surgery. You’re going to be numb all in your chest area, especially where the incisions were. They cut nerves as they pass along your chest, and it can take up to a year to regenerate those nerves. Still, feels super foreign for the first two weeks

- Make your bed into a pillow chair, body pillow, two on each side, and two for your head. 

- Sleep alone. I tried to sleep with my girlfriend and it was miserable. You really do need the entire bed for yourself

- Go on Groupon, & get yourself a 10 foot lightning cable iPhone charger, BEST THING EVER, can reach from wherever you are

- Don’t take a week off from work, take two. You will regret the one week, and love the extra time

- When they say “don’t move too much, even after the first week”. LISTEN. I moved way too much and got so sore super quickly. 

- Drink lots of water & eat if your taking the pain medication, otherwise your stomach feels super funky.

- Get stool softeners, & don’t be afraid to take those babies. Don’t wait a week to poop. you’ll surely regret it. 

- The drains are scary & they may hurt while draining or rewrapping your dressings, but once they come out, the second they do, its no more pain, its crazy. 

i hope this helps someone, because i wish i knew all of this when i was having mine a month ago. Looking back its like everyone forgets all the real negatives, its a great experience, & i healed very well & quick compared to most, but the first few days are crazy. They hurt, suck but it gets better. 

Dan and Phil’s Liveshow // 4.27.17

First liveshow in the new house

Dan is wearing the pink Sydney shirt

Phil is wearing a new grey/blue/green? hoodie 

Random box of shit that they went through

Many box paper cuts

Moving video recap

The London Apartment was like the F.R.I.E.N.D.S apartment

They’re still going to be making videos and they brought their stuff no need to fret

The new house is a duplex

They’re still renting RIP to the dog dreams for now

They’re drowning in cardboard boxes

There’s a semi transparent glass door in the lounge

Easter baking (Phil still doesn’t know what they’re called)

“Whisk it harder” -Phil

Phil’s bedroom is going to be pretty much the same don’t get too hyped about new interior design

Dan’s bedroom will be almost completely different (apparently it looks like the moon?)

Dan got rid of the bedspread but Phil kept his (he secretly has 2 the entire time)

They are yet to meet the neighbor

“’When will you get a dog?’ I guess when the house is bought and there’s no landlord.”

The gaming background will look weirdly similar 

“Gaming lighting will be dank”

Dan’s filming area is through the door thing through the longue 

Dan didn’t want to play i spy on the flight back from Singapore what a bitch

They watched Fantastic Beasts (3/5 stars), Lion (ugly crying), Hacksaw Ridge (Dan cried the entire second half of the movie) on the flight 

They went to a night zoo in Singapore which was really cool

Phil was convinced an elephant was trying to come after him

Dan wanted to see absolutely everything 

They haven’t listened to the new Fall Out Boy song yet

They’re enjoying the new place a lot just getting adjusted 

Phil will still film in his bedroom (apparently the landlord thought he was going to film a porno)

They have a Lounge and a chill lounge (currently they’re in the chill lounge which is where they’ll film)

Dan got a white piano

Phil is constantly taking creepshots

Maybe they’ll get a fish

The Art Science Museum in Singapore was lit 

Phil the Photographer

Phil’s hood has gone up #news

Dan did a lot of crying on that trip

Basically Singapore was just really cool

Dan stuck his foot through the leg of the ripped jeans

“What is it with Australia inspiring me to paint my nails” 

#cocktus 

Phil may attempt to curl his hair for a video at some point

Phil will be away in Florida after Playlist with his family on holiday so he’ll tweet about when he’ll do the next liveshow

The 1D poster is gone #rip

The last gaming video was a good send off

This year is very much about them and their lives

Dan got a bonsai for is desk

Dan has one more dinof video filmed in the old house 

This one isn’t a forever home

“You sneaky weasels” 

“It suits him. Embrace the natural curls.” Phil on Dan’s curls

The new place doesn’t really have a name but Thor is a possibility

Phil probably wouldn’t paint his nails because he doesn’t like having stuff on his (like tattoos or pen marks) just as a personal preference 

DINOF video most likely on Monday and Dan liveshow on Tuesday

“We hope that we’re been two virtual buddies to you”

“Goodbyeeeeeee”

Come Here Little Girl

Word count: 2,366

Warning: SMUT, daddy kink, rough sex, slight bondage

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @thedevilsbestie for your request!

On a hunt, Y/N is surprised to find out in such circumstances, a kink that she has – as is Dean. They try it out when they get back to the motel room.

“I am not doing that. No way!” You shouted through the motel room.
“Come on Y/N this is where he’s going to be and it’s probably our only chance to kill him.” Dean argued. “I have to go too.”
You snorted, “You get to wear clothes though, you don’t have to go in your fucking underwear!”
You had been on this case for the past two weeks trying to find the vampire that was terrorising the city, so of course you wanted to kill the son of a bitch. But the only problem was that he only showed his face once a fortnight at a club downtown. The club looked like your average sort of club from the outside but in reality it was invite only. Not only that but the invites were for men who had girlfriends and partners that would come along only in their underwear (or less) and then, “I don’t even want to think about what sort of stuff happens in that club at night.”

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Memories Pennywise x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: A Pennywise imagine where he saves you from Henry Bowers and after he does you think he’s going to eat you but he tells you he won’t because he’s been protecting you ever since you were little. Basically he explains it to her like a story and at the end the reader trusts him and he tells her that he will always have her back and protect her. Please just make it fluffy and cute thank you!

Warning: Bullying, death, and Henry Bower’s potty mouth

Note: Got nothing. Enjoy! XD!

Originally posted by thelongforgottenglamorousdays

Originally posted by janellalove

Originally posted by jonroru

You were once again running for you life as Bower’s and his gang chased after you. They constantly did this at a daily basis, chasing you like predator to prey.

“Run little bunny! Run!” Henry chanted.

They called you a bunny or a rabbit because you were just as fast as one and just as vulnerable as one. You were gasping for breath as you ran cursing high school for making you have to carry around so many binders and textbooks.

You eventually stepped wrong and cried out in pain feeling something snap inside your ankle as you tumbled. You whimpered from both fear and pain in the dirt as they surrounded you like a pack of hungry wolves.

“Get up little bunny.” Henry said nudging you roughly with his foot.

They laughed and chuckled as you didn’t move and only made weak noises.

“Get up little bunny. We ain’t done with you yet.” The main bully spat.

When you made no attempt to move Patrick grabbed you by your backpack and yanked you up. You had to lean on your other leg since your ankle where you felt the pain from was a bruised color.

Henry grabbed your chin squeezing your cheeks together as he seemed to examine you like a farmer to livestock. He moved his hand to your mouth and you bit down as hard as you could on the webbing between his thumb and pointer finger.

Henry cried out in pain and had to land 3 blows to your head before finally getting you to let go. He cursed nursing his hand for a few seconds before turning back towards you and punching you right in the face.

You fell to the ground and they all laughed at you.

“Stop laughing me!” You finally spoke, able to push yourself up but you had to lean on your arm.

“Oh so the bunny speaks after all. What was that you said lil’ bunny?” Henry asked getting in your face.

“I said go fuck yourself you mullet headed fucktard.”

He growled and pushed you onto the ground squeezing your throat tightly. You choked and grabbed onto his muscular arms digging your nails into them which only resulted in him squeezing tighter.

“Henry don’t kill her!” Belch warned.

“Shut up!” Henry shouted before turning back toward you.

“You listen to me now punk. If you were think of calling me that nickname again I swear to god-”

“Uh…Henry…” Patrick said.

The boy looked up and saw a clown was heading their way with a bunch of red balloons in his hand. Henry  et go of you just as you were turning blue resulting in you coughing and gasping for air desperately as he stood up.

“What do you want clown?” Henry spat.

“Care for a balloon?” The clown asked gesturing towards his handful of red balloons.

“Go fuck yourself creep.”

The clowns smile turned into a frown and you watched petrified as his eyes turned gold and he started laughing insanely. Henry took a couple steps back as the clown continued to laugh until his eyes fell out and he seemed to be morphing into something.

A wolfs muzzle grew out of his mouth as his clothes and skin ripped apart till all there was left was a werewolf. You wanted to scream but your throat was closed too tightly and your lung lacked the oxygen needed.

You were instead hyperventilating heavily unable to move. When he barked at them Bower’s and his gang scrambled away screaming like girls and tripping on the ground. The werewolf growled and you shuddered tears of absolute fear prickling at your wide eyes.

The once-clown stepped towards you and you scrambled to get up desperate to run. You only got so far before a hand—surprisingly not furry grabbed your wrist. You turned around to see it was the clown again but his eyes were a soft blue.

Still you were terrified from his earlier show of transforming into a werewolf and screamed and fought punching, yanking, scratching, pulling on his hand but that clown was inhumanly strong.

“Help me!” You cried out, “Someone help me please!”

Eventually he pulled you so your back was to his chest with his elongated arms around your waist. You shrieked at the top of your lungs and continuously struggled in vain which only made you out of breath.

You shuddered as he pulled his head down to your neck and to nuzzle and sniff the jugular vein there. You sobbed knowing this was probably the end of the line for you; you were going to end up as one of those kids on missing posters.

He was going to kill you and then eat you like the rest of the kids he has kidnapped.
You could imagine your grave right now.

(Name)

(Last Name)

Born: 1942

Died: 1958

Due to unknown circumstances

You could hear him heavily sniff your neck like he was smelling the fear radiating off your body like a putrid odor.

“Why so scared kiddo?” He asked.

You shuddered at his squeaky voice goosebumps rising across your skin from just his voice alone.

“Don’t be scared kiddo, I’m not going to eat you.” The clown promised.

“I already know your promises are empty. You are going to eat me like the rest of the kids.” You sobbed.

“If I was going to eat you I would’ve done it a long time ago.” He snickered.

“That because you just caught me now.”

“No. Believe it or not kiddo I actually have been watching you well you were still developing in your mother’s body…. Actually, I’ve been watching your entire family’s generation since the 1800’s.”

“I had fallen in love with a human mortal, your very great grandmother. I loved her until the very last day of her existence. That day though, I made a promise to her.”

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4

It’s Neil’s job to name their cats. If Andrew had the final say in it, they’d answer to things like “Cat 1″/”Cat 2″ or “Stupid”. Besides, as Andrew points out, Neil has more experience coming up with names on the spot. Neil argues that he has experience coming up with names for himself, not names that other creatures will be stuck with their entire nine lives. In the end he solicits help from the Foxes.
They name their first two cats King Fluffkins and Sir Fat Cat McCatterson. Andrew stares at Neil for a solid two minutes after Neil solemnly delivers the final verdict. (x.)

Yes it’s true that Colleen probably thinks that her entire family is gone…but she IS a Holt. Pidges mom can’t be the type to believe everything she hears

After 2 kids and her husband disappearing she starts to think that these Garrison conspiracies that Pidge rambled on about may be more than just her daughter’s way of coping.
Things just aren’t adding up and she’s determined to figure out why. Just picture her sneaking around the Garrison and getting information when no one is paying attention. She pretends to be meeting with administrators about being compensated for her loss but she’s actually stealing flashdrives, listening to private meetings, going through any research Pidge left behind. Imagine her getting an idea of what Voltron is, and maybe how it even ties into her family’s absense. Let’s let Colleen Holt have hope.

🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Record Player: HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.

@All Fellow Autistics

I’m curious to see what other autistic people do and don’t have in common with me, so let’s play a game of True or False!

You can use the tags or reblog and add your answers in a caption, specifying if each bullet point is True or False for you personally

•Hates loud noises to the point of breakdowns, but LOVES ear-burstingly loud music

•Allistic: “This song has no patterns or consistency? It’s just a mess??” Me, hearing every single note, beat, instrument and pattern in all music: “You’re entitled to your wrong opinion”

•Allistic: “use your words!!!” Me: *loud whining, groaning, growling, etc, trying to convey that I’m nonverbal at the moment and literally can’t “use my words”*

•"Is this actually my own opinion or did I just take what the people around me know and like/dislike?“

•"Mmmm I wanna eat that [inedible thing]”

•*Hits and roughly squeezes entire head to numb/distract from a headache*

•Cries at literally every super minor, “unimportant” thing, but feels no emotion/doesn’t express emotion towards most large-impact situations (Example; Cries after dropping a piece of candy, but doesn’t show any emotion listening to an emotional story from a family member)

•"THIS SONG IS THE STIMMIEST THING IN EXISTENCE AND IM GONNA LISTEN TO IT FOR 8 DAYS ON LOOP BECAUSE OF THE BEATS AND SOUNDS"

•*Presses all the little buttons down on a soda cup lid (all of them, so they aren’t uneven)* FREE STIM WITH THE PURCHASE OF ANY SOFT DRINK

•Rocking in bed when you feel negative feelings

•Rocking in bed when you feel positive feelings

•*Makes it -2000 degrees in bedroom, then proceeds to turn all the fans on so I can snuggle up with blankets and pillows and hot cocoa and feel like I’m being protected from the cold, bc that makes me feel safe and happy for some reason??*

•Has 100000+ special interests that come and go day to day (Some days I’m kinda meh about a special interest, other days I’m ALL OVER IT AND OBSESSED WITH IT)

•*makes a huge deal out of something, cries about it, yells about it, makes everybody else angry because of it* *10 minutes later* “Wow,, that was stupid,,,,, I don’t even care about that thing anymore why was I so upset,,,,”

[No DD/lg, CG/l(re), Kink, Aphobe, TERF, SWERF, Non-System Little, Gatekeepers, Exclusionists, Anti-kin, or etc interaction!!]

listen here you little shits

honestly, fuck 2012 fangirl culture? why is it still a thing? why are there youtubers who have to hide their actual relationships for years because their fandom would react badly? why, even after the youtubers have asked the fandom to not post anything nsfw, the entire ship tag is full of nsfw work? why do “fans” bash youtubers girlfriends and ruin happy relationships? why do “fans” push ships onto youtubers that they’re obviously not comfortable with? you wonder why you never get noticed, yet you don’t have the common decency to respect them.

listen man im like 95% convinced isak tugged even forwards before even walked them back towards the wall, in ep 7, simply because

that entire scene happens on isak’s initiation. on isak’s approach. on isak physically saying to even “yes i want this. yes i want you.” he texts even, giving him an ultimatum of sorts: “break up with your girl and then come to me, otherwise lets just call this whole thing off.”

isak kisses even not even 30 seconds after he opens the door to even.

isak kisses even, his hand in even’s hair, guiding him inside the flat, guiding him further and further into the flat.

when they pause for like 2 seconds between their kisses, it’s isak who smiles as he glances down at even’s mouth, and jumps straight back in, holding the back of even’s neck, to kiss each other again.

it’s isak’s hand that roams, that wanders down even’s back, even’s not doing anything at this point other than letting isak do what he wants to do, and simply reciprocating back, deciphering how far isak wants to take this all.

which is why i am 95% CERTAIN, isak most DEFOZ tugged even forwards, because it fits with this continuing theme within the scene, of isak physically telling even he WANTS more, and even gets it, he understands straight away, and that tug causes even to stumble slightly forwards and hold isak’s face, and then walk them back to the wall. 

and idec no one is gonna convince me other wise bye.

what always gets to me is how isak asks even in that locker room if he’s sad about taking a break with sonja? he looks so ready to hear bad news there, and he’s bracing himself for rejection. of course there’s no way that this gorgeous boy would choose him over his pretty girlfriend. of course even had kissed him on a whim. of course he’d avoided isak at first because he didn’t want to let him down. but even literally broke into someone’s house to give them an epic movie kiss, and they stayed in bed for an entire day just cuddling and kissing. even listened to him like every single one of isak’s words mattered, even his awkward pauses. even let him see his deepest fears, handed over a piece of himself isak could use as a weapon if he wanted. he’d ignored a call from his girlfriend so they could stay in their bubble a little longer, so they could continue being vulnerable and brave together. and after all that, isak still can’t believe that even meant any of it, still can’t believe that even felt the same things he did that weekend. even was ready to give isak the world in that locker room, and isak still thought of himself as a mistake.

How the turtles react to seeing their daughter for the first time:

WARNING:NONE

Requested by: @brayden1616

How about the boys meeting their newborn daughter for the first time and getting to hold her? Plus a cute detail she has is his eye colour making her look just like daddy! 

A/N: I think I cried a little writing these :)

Leonardo:

Leo had been pacing around the lair, waiting to get a phone call from April, or Casey, to let him know everything was alright. He didn’t even know what gender his child was. You’d delivered the baby at your place, because going to the hospital wasn’t an option while birthing a potential mutant turtle baby; but due to it being day time, Leo had to stay in the lair. He hadn’t stopped pacing since Casey phoned and said you’d gone into labour, and right now it was all he could do to stop himself from charging up to the surface and finding you, not caring who saw him. 

“Leo, will you-” Donnie started, from somewhere on the other side of the room. Leo didn’t even look up at him, before he interupted. 

“No, I will not stop pacing.” He snapped, still pacing. “Not until I know everything’s alright.” 

“If you’d listened; I was about to say, Leo will you stop and look who’s here.” Donnie chuckled slightly under his breath, and, with that statement, brought his brother’s incessant walking to an abrupt halt.

Leo turned slowly, and found you standing in the entrance to the lair, with a bundle of blankets held tightly in your arms. Leo’s whole world went onto pause for that moment. He was scared, delighted, nervous and amazed all at once. And he didn’t know what to do.

“Hey,” You smiled weakly, still uneasy after the whole, giving birth thing. But you’d never been happy to see Leo in your entire life, and you couldn’t wait to present him with his child. 

“Hi,” Leo barely managed to speak, and without thinking for another second he took a few, unsure steps forward.

Peeking over the ridge of the fluffy, white blankets held in your arms, Leonardo caught a glimpse at pale green skin. He gasped unintentionally, and felt his whole body begin to tremble - that was his child. None of them had thought it would ever be possible for them to reproduce, but here it was, healthy and perfectly real. 

“It’s a girl, Leo,” You whispered, watching him edge ever so slightly closer with every second that passed. He was hesitant, you could see it in his eyes as they remained glued on your daughter. “Do you wanna hold her?” 

Leo gulped down his fears and locked eyes with you for a second. How had he been so lucky to find someone like you? He nodded carefully, and closed the gap that he’d measured between you. 

You handed him your daughter with steady arms, and watched as Leonardo’s face lit up completely. His smile grew ever wider, and as he stared down at the small, slightly green, baby in his arms, he felt tears prick his eyes.

Without warning, the baby girl woke up slowly, stretched her arms up towards Leo’s face, and made a small ‘ga-ga’ noise. To which Leo laughed softly. She had his eyes. Bright blue crystals that gazed up at him with naive awe. She was gorgeous; he’d thought he could never love anything more than you, but he, within seconds, loved this child unconditionally.

A tear or two slipped loose down Leo’s scaly cheeks, and he smiled even wider at you. “What shall we call her?” You ask with a similar smile, wrapping your arms around Leo’s torso, and looking over your child with adoration.

“What about Ellie?” He sniffs a couple times, still beaming down at this little girl that resembled him in so many ways.

“Ellie it is,” You smile, and lean up to peck his cheek. “She looks like you,” You mumble against his face, and watch his eyes drift to you.

“She looks like us,” And he kissed you on the lips this time. 

“Hey Ellie - I’m Uncle Mikey!”  A voice carried from the entrance to the lair, and in pranced Michelangelo and Casey Jones, holding a huge teddy bear. “Who’s my favourite niece?” To which little baby Ellie burst into tears, and Leo held her slightly closer to his chest with a gentle chuckle. He had a similar reaction to Mikey’s voice, for pretty much all of his life. And he never wanted to let his daughter go ever again.

Raphael: 

His brothers were starting to get worried, but they couldn’t be sure that Raphael had actually moved in the hours he’d been waiting for you to arrive. He’d been sat on the couch, with his hands balled anxiously around the other; he didn’t speak at all, he would hardly look up from the floor dead ahead of him. Leonardo sat beside him, not really doing anything, but he was there just to keep Raph from getting too anxious. 

April had phoned to say you’d gone into labour, and since that point Raphael hadn’t shifted from this spot on the couch, where he was still sat a few hours later. No one really spoke at all in those horrifically slow hours, and no one dared go near Raphael after he’d glued himself to the seat - only Leonardo, but then Leo was always at Raphael’s side, no matter the circumstances, or consequences. 

“Raph,” Leo muttered eventually, another half an hour later. His blue bandanna flapped in the corner of Raph’s vision, but he dared not tear his gaze from the floor ahead of him. He’d glared at that floor until it got up and left.

“Don’t.” Raphael spat back through gritted teeth. He didn’t mean to get aggressive, but he was just so worried and confused and terrified that anger seemed to be the default emotion. “Just don’t.”

“Well I’m not going to tell Y/N to leave, so you’re gonna have to look up eventually.” Leonardo chuckled, and watched as his brother’s face loosened in a split second. His entire body tightened and released a hundred times before his emerald eyes finally lifted. There you were, gradually walking over with a small, fragile bundle of blankets in your arms. 

Raphael physically couldn’t bring himself to move - there you were, and there it was. He didn’t even know it’s gender, but he knew it was his. A faintly green, tiny hand occasionally reached over the fluffy blanket and twitched it’s fingers randomly. Even without seeing its face, Raphael was in love more than he thought was physically possible. 

“It’s a girl, Raph,” You smiled sweetly at him - you looked weak, obviously, but Raph couldn’t even bring himself to think of you right now. All his mind could possibly comprehend was the tiny bundle of blankets in your arms. His baby girl. His daughter.

He broke down, silently, at that thought. Still unable to stand or move or speak, but the sheer idea of seeing his own child, made everything about him just want to cry. He didn’t think he could ever have children, let alone produce something so small and adorable as the daughter you held so close. 

“Do you wanna hold her?” You ask with an ever growing grin, your own eyes pricking with tears upon seeing Raphael cry. He was such a huge teddy bear, more emotional than he’d care to admit, but now he didn’t even care who was in the room, he just sat and cried.

Raphael nodded quietly, and looked towards Leo. He didn’t know why he looked at his brother, there wasn’t anything Leonardo could do to change the world pool of emotional spiralling in Raph’s stomach, but it was somewhat reassuring knowing his brother, his best friend, was still sat at his side. 

When you sat beside him, Leo’s smile grew; and Raph’s eyes glued to the small body being placed in his strong hands. Her eyes opened wide, and glowed green in the light; she had his eyes. How could she look so beautiful with his eyes, because all he ever thought of himself as was ugly and freakish, but she, she was the most brilliant thing on the planet.

“Can we call her Lucy?” He finally heaved in a breath, and dared a glance at you. You, you who was so astonishingly gorgeous and amazing, you who had captured his heart and saw something worth loving amidst all his anger. You who had given him the most amazing and beautiful creation in the entire world. 

“Of course,” You beam back, and look between the two loves of your life, already sure that Raphael would be the best father in the world.

Donatello: 

“What if something’s gone wrong?” He sighed dramatically, endlessly walking around, sitting down, and then getting up again. Mikey, who was slouched on the floor with a pizza, looked up at him and rolled his eyes.

“Dude, everything’s going to be fine! Casey said she’s alri-”

“I don’t need Casey to tell me how my girlfriend is, Mikey!” Donatello barked back, cutting his younger brother off without hesitation. “What does he know anyway? When was the last time he helped deliver a potentially mutant turtle baby? Huh? He hasn’t! Ever! So how would he know how she is?” Donatello’s voice grew higher and higher in pitch, the more frantic his words became. He was worried out of his mind, and it just so happened Michelangelo was close enough to take it out on him. He didn’t mean to be rude and abrupt, but with you and his child in potential danger, he couldn’t help but be a bit on edge.

“Wow Donnie, bit harsh.” The voice of Casey Jones echoed throughout the lair after a second of silence shared between the two turtles. In walked the hockey player with swagger in his step, as though nothing abnormal had occurred today, before he fell down beside Mikey and the uneaten pizza. 

“Where is she?” Donnie began to freak out, “Where’s the baby? Are they alright? God, Mikey, what do I do? I’m not ready to be a father! I don’t know the slightest thing about -”

“You know everything about everything, D. You are going to be an amazing dad - and you better start quickly,” Mikey nodded his head, wit a wide grin, towards the door behind the purple clad turtle. 

As Donatello turned around, you smiled up at him, holding your child carefully in your arms. Donnie’s mouth practically hit the floor upon catching sight of his child, his own flesh and blood - and potentially scales - wrapped in blankets, and within reach of him. 

“You worry too much,” You sniggered, extending the baby in his direction. You didn’t need to ask the question before Donatello’s lit up with both eagerness and nerves. It was going to take him a while to get over the initial fact of actually having created such a beautiful thing, but holding it would be the first step. “It’s a girl, Donnie.”

He took the bundle of blankets in his arms, and was met by a pair of round, red eyes gazing back at him. “She’s got my eyes,” Donnie beamed like an excitable child, or Mikey when the pizza arrives. “She’s actually got my eyes,” Those beautifully circular orbs of bright colour were the most brilliant thing Donatello had seen in his life. 

She needs a name.” You laughed, wrapping you arms around Donnie so you could stare at the two people you loved most in this world. 

“How about….” Donnie’s mind worked at a hundred thousand miles per hour to even think of what a name was, before he settled on idea: “Penny.”

“Penny?” You rose an eyebrow, but laughed nonetheless, “Penny it is.” You smile brightly up at Donnie and watch his awe filled eyes look directly at his daughter, and that was when you realised; you were never going to get that child off of him again.

Michelangelo: 

“Mikey, will you sit down? She’ll be here in a minute, just chill.” Raph groaned, lying back on the couch and watching as his orange clad brother practically bounced off of the walls. 

“What if it doesn’t like me?” He paused in his jittering, and looked solemnly at his brother for an answer, as though it were the most important question of his life. 

“It’s only just been born,” Raphael scoffed, “It hasn’t even seen you yet, how could it not like you?” 

“I don’t know, man, it might not like orange, or something,” Mikey was freaking out. He always bigged himself up, as though he’d be amazing with kids if he weren’t a turtle, but having one of his own was more terrifying than anything he’d ever faced before. And now he was but minutes away from facing his own child, and he couldn’t stop his mind form thinking up the worst case scenarios. 

“She doesn’t even know what orange is yet,” A voice said from nearby, and made Mikey whip around with impossible speed. There you were, smiling and holding a pale-green baby in a bundle of blankets. Raphael had no snarky comeback now, and neither did Mikey. Instead Michelangelo’s eyes simply grew to twice the size, and the words you’d just said rotated in his head on an endlessly loop. 

“She?” He almost whimpered, trying to comprehend the meaning of that one, simple word. It was a girl. He had a daughter. He was a dad! 

“I haven’t named her yet,” You shrugged, only noticing then how much Mikey’s face had lit up.

“Can I hold her?” He asked excitably, and reached out to take his baby girl in his arms. “I think she looks like a Kaia,” He whispered, cradling his daughter with ease. She was so small, so adorable and fragile. He’d never let go of her again, if he had her way.

“Kaia?” You giggled, amused by the awe in Mikey’s bright blue eyes.

“It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” Mikey grinned. The baby’s small eyes looked up at him with a sleepy gaze, and Michelangelo’s heart fluttered at seeing the two crystal orbs sparkling back at him. She had his eyes.

“You have a point.” You reply, falling in love with Mikey all over again. His brother’s often argued he was immature, or too idiotic to be treated like an adult, but seeing him standing there, with his daughter held close to his chest, you knew he was going to prove them all wrong. 

[Therapy]

Therapist!Negan x Reader 

A/N: Ugh I’m a shitty person, I am so sorry this is late! Something unexpected came up today which delayed my editing >.< Thank you to the beautiful @noodlecupcakes for tagging me in your awesome challenge! Your prompts were freaking awesome xx I hope you guys enjoy this  ¯\(°_o)/¯ Shoutout to @to-pick-ourselves-up-7 for helping me out during my rut & listening to me vent out my struggles <333 love you! xx 

Tags: SMUT – TW: attempted sexual assault, and suicide, inappropriate doctor/patient relationship ~ 

(gif by @mypapawinchester

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Tick, tock, tick, tock… 

You glanced over towards the large window, watching the sun set in the distance. Stepping away from the shelf, you effortlessly glided over and placed both your hands against the cold glass, soaking in the aerial view of the city below. The sky had painted your pinstriped skater dress orange, while it’s rays bounced off the delicate golden chain around your neck. 

You focused in on the coordinated movements of speedy cars driving between the intersections of the busy streets. Your lips curved into a half smile; from up here the view was beautiful but drop yourself down and you knew you would be stuck in the maddening chaos of rush hour. 

After six months of spending your evenings in this meticulously neat office, you wouldn’t have expected yourself to admit that you found this space cathartic. When you were here, you weren’t suffering from the misery of your loneliness because at least there was someone else around with you. 

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anonymous asked:

Apparently NRJ talked about BTS at the radio? Can you please translate what they are saying?

OOOMMGGGGGG I DONT EVEN WANT TO TRANSLATE BC IM SO MAD AT THEM

i didnt even watch the entire video bc i was too mad lmao

basically they said that armys attacked them on twt bc of the bad post they made. Then they passed DNA because “we don’t know how they sound” like they didnt even listen to the song before. After that they complained a second time that ARMYs are attacking them because “apparently we sound condescending”. And let me tell you they sounded condescending.

Then an ARMY called. And they said one of the stupidest thing ever. They compared the popularity of a french artist in France to BTS’s popularity, a korean group, in France. Ofc they aren’t that popular in France THEY ARENT FRENCH. Whats the point of comparing a french artist to BTS? Whats amazing about BTS is that they are still known around the world. While the french artist is only known in France.

At this point I stopped the video bc it was too much for me lmao.

But let’s not forget the “BTS is a korean kpop group”. 

A korean kpop group…

Shae-lynn Bourne Interview at Y.H. 2017-18 Media Day

(Shae-lynn and Yuzuru’s ema at Seimei Shrine. Photo cr. misayuzulove@twi)

…I get goosebumps. He has a connection with the music and moves freely. He does everything, believing in what I say. He makes the process of choreography a really beautiful thing for me. ––– S.L.B.

Told from Shae-lynn Bourne’s perspective, a glimpse into Yuzuru the skater and Yuzuru the person. She also talks about choreographing for him and with him, and the bond they’ve forged. With her instinct to connect with both music and people, it’s clear how she and Yuzuru make a killer team. Alternatively––SLB is such a romantic (in the best way possible). She made the jump landings in SEIMEI 2 really hard. She confirms he grew taller. - Gladi :P

SLB spoke with the press on Day 1 of the 2017-18 Season Media Day. The 15-minute interview in its almost-entirety was edited by Figure Skate Magazine (B.B.Mook 1383). Repeated QA’s were omitted. 

Translated by gladi. Please do not repost without permission.  Photos below were taken by Ryosuke Menjyu and belong to B.B.Mook.



A new SEIMEI with increased charm
The year of reaching new heights

Although SEIMEI isn’t a completely new program, we’ve made modifications and added new appeal. It’s an improved, new SEIMEI. Of course the order of the elements has changed, so have the entries and difficulty of the elements, as well as the level of the content. It is Version 2, so to speak. I think this will become the final version.

I believe it was about a month after the World Championships. I wrote a message suggesting, “How about skating to SEIMEI?” I thought it was such a perfect fit for the Olympics. Afterwards, I was very glad when I learned of his choice.  I think it is the right plan.

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50 Things I'm Convinced Tay & Joe Do

Guys, this little idea has been on my mind since a while now. Of course, this is fiction. Don’t take it too seriously. Enjoy ;) 

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1. Joe picking up on Taylor’s 13- related habit by requesting exactly thirteen kisses before going to sleep each night.

2. Taylor having Joe’s contact in her phone under “Bubba” 

3. Joe always talking in a thick southern accent while ordering take out for the two, of course just to annoy her.

4. Taylor responding to him “You are so disrespectful, oh my god.” while secretly thinking that it is, in fact, pretty funny when he talks that way & receiving an “I’m just embracing your roots, love.” as a cocky answer from her boyfriend.

5. Taylor requesting 2am tea sessions whenever one of them can’t sleep. “Who’s the Brit here now, huh?” he’d say with a proud smile while competitively adding a spoon of milk to his tea before sitting down next to her on the sofa and being surrounded by the smell of her favorite sandalwood candle.

6. Joe showing her his favorite London Café on a rainy and cold Thursday morning in November, that is just quiet enough for the two to catch a quick coffee at 7 in the morning before having breakfast back at home. “I love it here, so cute” she’d smile and look around the place while holding onto his hand and waiting for their order to be ready. “Yeah, love it too.” he’d answer, “Except for the enormous amount of American tourists. s’ a bit annoying.” he’d tease and make her roll her eyes while trying to hide a laugh.

7. Taylor grabbing his hand nervously each time before leaving the car with him while wearing enormously big hoodies and whispering “m’ so sorry“ in advance while receiving a gentle smile with a low “stop apologizing“ from him.

8. Joe playing with the ends of her hair while sitting next to her on the plane and listening to her talk.

9. Joe’s lips always trying to find their way onto her forehead underneath her bangs to give her a short forehead kiss before resting his chin on her head while Taylor tries to take a power nap in the car.

10. Joe asking Tay to pronounce “Worcestershire“ over and over again because she says it in such a weird way and it makes him smile.

11. They both read in bed before falling asleep and sometimes, Joe would sink his book a bit, turn his head to Taylor and read a passage aloud while showing off his acting skills, which always makes her listen and looking at him absolutely mesmerized.

12. Joe watching a documentary about Roger Moore with Taylor’s family on Thanksgiving and murmuring a casual “Me too apparently“ out loud when the narrator says that Roger Moore had a thing for older women.

13. Her entre family would laugh at his remark while Taylor just punches him with a grin on her face.

14. Taylor journals every night.

15. Taylor hearing Joe practice for some of his auditions in the living room when every now and then he aggressively yells “Jesus Christ Fuck Me.“ through the entire house after messing up a line which always makes her giggle wherever she is.

16. Joe always admiring how professional Taylor is when it comes to answering important phone calls that are work- related while baking cookies in a cat onesie and looking like the princess of kittytown herself.

17. Tay always telling Joe that dark hot chocolate is her favorite, but admitting a few months later that she was just trying to make herself believe so, to finally develop healthier habits.

18. Taylor calling him “Joseph Matthew“ whenever she’s mad. 

19. Joe playing with the J necklace he gave her while launching on the sofa with her and listening to her talk about her week.

20. Taylor having a photo of Joe and Olivia as a lock screen on her iPhone.

21. Joe standing in the kitchen each morning, leaning against the counter while waiting for coffee to be ready, being absolutely grumpy because “s’ just too early.“ and scrolling through his phone until Tay comes downstairs and kisses his puffy and sleepy eyes one time before making breakfast.

22. Joe whispering “get back here“ and pulling her close to him, after feeling Tay change her sleep position in the middle of the night.

23. Joe laying on the side and cupping her bare boob with one hand while falling asleep and responding a sleepy “for safety reasons“ which makes her giggle once more before falling asleep.

24. Tay plucking his eyebrows every three months and being annoyed even before she starts because he’s been whining about how much he hates the whole procedure for the entire week.

25. Taylor annoyingly mumbling a “you can do it, buddy.“ while taking a quick break from plucking his eyebrows and watching Joe covers his eyes and groan in pain like a baby.

26. Joe kissing her temple, whispering “I love you so much“ in her ear before kissing her neck right underneath her ear each time they say goodbye.

35. Joe having the hardest time with Austin at first because he’s just so protective of his sister after everything she went through in her last relationships.

28. Joe wandering around her kitchen in his boxers while Tay is on her laptop and glancing at her for a second before seeing that she’s about to read the headline of some negative news story involving them. He’d then walk up to her, place his big hands on her shoulders and kiss her cheek slowly. She’d immediately smile as he whispers “don’t read it“ before distracting her with a kiss on her neck once more.

29. Joe mumbling a gentle “Oh baby..“ after feeling Tay press her cold feet between his warm legs in bed.

30. Joe kissing her naked tummy at least ten times after hearing Tay complain that she has gained weight.

31. Joe waking Taylor up after she has had a horrible nightmare and pulling her closer to him immediately while mumbling “s’ just a dream. I’m here, baby. I’m here.“

32. Taylor sometimes being super lost in her own thoughts and doubting everything about her life. “Do you sometimes feel weird about dating me?“ she’d ask after being quiet for a while and removing her eye make up in front of the mirror. Joe would walk up behind her and answer “Yeah, especially when you have more nicknames for your cats than for me.“

33. Taylor laughing at his remark and Joe getting more serious. He’d step up to her, pull her closer and smile at her make up free face in the bathroom mirror “Stop these silly thoughts. I love you. And I’m happy. And as long as you are happy with me too, I’ll stick around ’til you get sick and tired of me, baby.“

34. “Such an incredibly good guy, Taylor“ is what Scott says to his daughter in the car after meeting Joe for the first time.

35. Austin adding Joe into the family group on iMessage and Taylor telling him that this move has been an official declaration of love by her brother.

36. Taylor standing half naked in the doorframe and holding up two outfits before visiting his parents for dinner „Which one does not say ‘Hi-I’m-Taylor-I-Have-Grammys-At-Home‘?“

37. Joe telling her all about his first girlfriend while sitting outside her Rhode Island home in thick sweaters, blankets and with two glasses of wine in their hands. It’s the middle of the night in December and while talking about all the reasons why it never worked out with his Ex, he tells her in a very serious tone that this, right here, with her, is everything he’ll ever want and need.

38. Taylor and Joe constantly fighting about him leaving the milk outside the fridge and her picking a fight whenever she can’t find the milk in the fridge.

39. Joe watching Taylor paint her nails with a fascinated look on his face while sitting in bed next to her and watching TV. 

40. Joe having to tell Taylor the story of how his parents fell in love over and over again when she can’t sleep because of jet lag.

41. Andrea calling Joe “Honey“ whenever they’re saying hello with a warm hug.

42. Joe crawling into bed to Tay whenever he just came home from a few days of work and laying on top of her while bombarding her with kisses on the cheek. “What are you doing?“ she’d laugh, not able to move anymore and Joe just mumbling “so kissable, these cheeks“ in between his kisses.

43. Tay and Joe deciding to take random road trips whenever they have a free weekend in London. Joe driving her to the most boring and rural areas of the country to distract her from everything, while always having a car of security people right behind them.

44. Joe turning up the radio as soon as IDWLF is played on the radio singing ridiculously loud while Taylor almost dies from laughing because his high- pitched version of “baby baby, I feel crazy“ is beyond what her ears can take.

45. Taylor writing him poetry and giving it to him as a handwritten letter for his birthday.

46. Joe pulling her into a super long hug after having a bad day “Thanks for keeping up with my shit. And for loving me.“ he’d whisper even though the pleasure is all hers.

47. Joe rubbing circles on her tummy when she’s on her period and whispering a low “Just think of all the cute babies I’ll put in you someday“ to make her feel better about her cramps and getting a tired smile followed by a little kiss from her in return.

48. Tay running her hands through his blonde hair for more than five minutes while laying in bed, still being a bit tipsy from a night out with her friends “You’re so pretty. Do you know that? So handsome. Gosh.“ she’d squeak before falling asleep.

49. Joe walking up to her and saying a super serious “God. You’re so gorgeous, baby.“ that is absolutely out of context before kissing her when he knows she’s had a bad day and wears nothing but PJ’s and glasses and complains about the red pimple on her chin.

50. Joe inspiring Taylor for a song after responding to her with „It’s okay to want some alone time. We’ll be together anyway. So take your time, baby. I’m always here. No need to be worried about me leaving or anythin“ after having a serious talk about Taylor’s fear of entering a new relationship and getting emotionally involved which, up until now, always included a ton of pain at the very end.   But this time …I know I’m gonna be with you, so I take my time.

Guardians of the Galaxy Preference "How they propose to you"

(WOOOOO MORE GOTG Preference :3 I went fluffy again this week xD I just felt like we need it again before we get to some smut…Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Yondu-He’d ask you to marry him by suddenly grabbing your hand and getting on his knee while the whole crew is right behind you both. He’d bring you to the most beautiful planet, befitting of you and try to spend the entire day to make things not too obvious, only to let out his slight nervousness as you’d ask what’s going on with him. In the end, his love for you would show and finally the question would come out. 

Peter-He’d ask you to marry him as you’d dance together to one of his favorite slow song while realizing how much he really loves you. After a long day on a mission, he’d simply want to make some time for you and spend the evening in your room listening to music, a song of his would remind him of his love for you and without hesitation he’d invite you to dance.

Drax-He’d ask you to marry him out of nowhere, just feeling like it while you are both sitting next to the camp fire with the others just right around you. He’d spend the entire day thinking about how he should approach you but would be so nervous that by the end of the day he’d have only make up for some awkward moments until you’d finally all sit down together.

Rocket-He’d ask you to marry him by making you a special weapon and preparing special box to the side to give to you as you are working together. He’d be nervous to the core spending all his time thinking about a way to propose to you that when the time came, he’d awkwardly shove the gifts in your hand as you’d work with him before awkwardly taking the box back and dropping to his knee.

Gamora-She’d ask you to marry her as she’d stay by your side while you’re injured. Seeing how hurt and in pain you were would break her heart so much that she would only think about finding a way to relieve you from it. Realizing how happy you would be to hear admit that she loved you, she’d end up admitting to you about her intentions of being with you.

Nebula-She’d ask you to marry her after a dangerous mission and would do so quickly and rashly, you wouldn’t be too sure of what just happened. She would’ve just been so worried to see you almost leave, that without a second thought, she’d blurt out those simple words all while screaming at you.

Mantis-She’d ask you to marry her after she’d learn about such culture and how deep your feelings were for her. Feeling like she wanted to be with you forever, she’d ask you about how would Terrans do it and listen closely. As she’d feel like it was easy, she’d laugh and smile and touch you to feel you one more time just to be sure before popping the question.

Kraglin-He’d ask you to marry him after he’d spending an entire day of preparing your and his room for the special occasion. He’d want everything to be so perfect for you, he’d get your friends to help and get the others to keep you out for the day just to not ruin the surprise. As you’d come back, you’d find the most romantic setting and just catch him off guard, making him scramble down to his knee and for all the kittens in his arms to run away.

Ronan-He’d ask you to marry him very formally and accordingly to his customs before actually proposing to you the way you are used to. In order to be proper, he’d have his men escort you to him and actually already ask you to marry him. As you’d accept, he’d tell you that he had something left and would start to get embarrassed as he takes out a jewel box from his pocket.

Stakar-He’d ask you to marry him while you were both dining together after a long mission. Feeling like it was the perfect opportunity to finally make you his forever, he’d take you out for dinner, thinking you’d both be alone, and simply spend the evening talking to you and slowly it leading to him admitting how much he loves you. In the end, the whole crew would roar in celebration and make you laugh.

The Collector-He’d ask you to marry him after giving you the most lavish night of your life. From the start of your day, he’d give you a full spa treatment and would get you to wear the most expensive dress he has ever spent on for you. He’d then bring you out for dinner and such, only to end up expressing to you how deeply he felt for you before presenting to you the ring he had gotten you.

Garthan Saal-He’d ask you to marry him during a mission and would just have the feeling of doing so as he’d want to be with you. Feeling like he might have not express his love for you on a daily basis enough, he’d start to be regretful and would take a moment to tell you everything, eventually letting his desire to marry you slip.

Martinex-He’d ask you to marry him as everyone else would pressure him and finally convince him of it. One morning, you’d just wake up to the sound of a bunch of your crew members just whispering to each other, rather loudly. As you’d walk over and open the door, you’d see him standing there, looking all shy as his friends would keep pushing him over to you and finally get him to drop onto his knee.


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Rockabye

A little over a month ago, I posted a request that was about Damian coming to live with Dick and his s/o and seeing them as his new family and this is the part 2 to that! Thank you so much for sending in this request and I am quite sorry it took such a long time for me to post this! I hope you enjoy reading this!

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“What does this mean?” You ask Dick when he opened the letter he had received from Bruce. Dick lets out a sigh before shaking his head. “Dick, come on, tell me – I deserve to know too.”

Dick looks away from the letter to stare at you. He brings you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your torso and you gingerly wrap your arms around Dick’s body – you can feel how tense he is and whatever the letter was about, it was nothing good. You can feel Dick kissing your temple a couple of times before pulling away to look at you.

“It really hurts me to say this,” Dick shakes his head and you can hear the hurt in his voice, “Bruce wants Damian back and he says… if we do not hand Damian over, he will be seeing us in court.” You let out a gasp, your hand flying over to cover your mouth.

Bruce had only recently come back from his long disappearance and despite how you had been over the moon with his reappearance initially, that feeling has long gone the moment you hear those words from Dick. You are afraid of what’s going to happen to your entire family and you also know just how important family is to Dick too. What scares you the most is the fact that Bruce wants to bring this entire thing to court and you know just how many connections he has and that scares you a whole lot.

“But Damian’s happy with us!” You exclaim as quietly as you can, reminding yourself that your baby is still asleep and that Damian could be eavesdropping your conversation at any given time – he does it a lot and you have yet to break that habit of his. “Does Bruce not know that? Why is he doing this to us, Dick?” You grip his shirt tight in your hand and Dick sighs before shaking his head.

“I’m, I think I will go and talk to Bruce.” Dick gives you one last hug before pulling away. “Maybe we can come to compromise and I know if I let Bruce know just how nicely Damian is adapting to life with us, it would be alright.”

You look at him skeptically. You really want to trust Dick’s words – he has rarely ever let you down – but you still have that doubt at the back of your mind.

“Do you trust me?” Dick immediately asks you as he holds your cheek in his palm and you nod your head. He gives you a small smile but that, in itself, is already enough to reassure you that Dick knows what he is doing.

“Of course I trust you, Dick. I trust you with my entire being.” You tell him earnestly and Dick nods his head.

“That’s enough for me, Y/N. I’ll be back soon alright?” He presses his lips against yours a few times. “Just make sure to keep Damian in the house – I really want to talk to Bruce first and if worse comes to worse, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Dick smiles at you and you give him a small smile.

You are somewhat thankful that your son is still asleep at that moment so when Dick left the house to go talk to Bruce, you sought out Damian. He is currently reading through another history book and you smile as you lean against the door frame.

Ever since Damian came to live with you, he has mellowed down – obviously, he still goes on missions and patrols and can be quite bratty every now and then but he definitely has mellowed down. You liked to think that being with your family, Damian has gotten a second chance at being a kid.

“You seem to be enjoying that book.” You softly call out, not wanting to surprise Damian. He looks up from his book and a small smile graces his face.

“How are you, Mother?” Damian closes the book he had been reading and sets it aside before sitting up. You slowly walk over to where he had been laying down and sit down beside him. Damian immediately leans against you – one thing you noticed ever since Damian came to live with Dick and you is that he is very affectionate with you when the two of you are alone – and he wounds an arm around your waist.

You drape your arm over his shoulder, pulling him against you. “I’m fine, Damian. Just worried.” You finally remember to answer his question and Damian pulls away to look at you. You give him a small smile before pushing his head against your shoulder once more. “Nothing to worry about, Damian – I trust Dick and I know things will turn out alright.”

You have faith that Dick knows what he is doing and you also have faith that Bruce will come to understand that Damian is better off living with Dick and you. You would not even try to stop Bruce from coming over and seeing Damian – after all, he is still Damian’s biological father.

“Tt.” Damian shakes his head but proceeds to talk about his entire day – he had managed to build his own kite from scratch and given enough time, his kite will probably be able to deploy miniature bots that can track down enemies once he fixes the system to deploy them. Although you have very little understanding about everything Damian had just said, it really is nice listening to him talk about his day. “I also read the Little Prince to beloved brother.” Damian tells you – this is also one of the things Damian loved to do: reading books to your son. You find it very endearing that he takes some time off every night to read something to your son.

“Thank you, Damian.” You press your lips atop his head and Damian shrugs his shoulders.

“Tt. I should be thanking you, mother.” Damian replies and you chuckle before nodding your head. You’re just going to let Damian have the last word today.

Peter In The Bathroom - Tony Stark x Reader (August Song Challenge)

Words: 2327
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Featuring: Peter Parker, mentions Cap once
Warnings: Cringy because there’s fluff and cuteness, like one or two swear words
Summary: LOOSELY based on Michael In The Bathroom from the musical Be More Chill, the English teacher,(Y/N) who also happens to be dating Tony Stark, hears a distressed student hiding in the bathroom. After investigating, you find out he’s stressed from missing a week of school and is far behind. You offer to help him, only ending in breaking news to both Tony and Peter that shocks them both.
Authors Note: I saw loosely based because I literally used three lyrics from the song which is kinda shitty but I had no ideas for this song challenge- but here we are. So yeah, the song very much so does not go with the imagine but ya know…writer’s creative freedom.

Tony Peter / Song Challenge / Full Masterlist

Ao3 / What is this challenge? / Jadyn’s Challenge


“I’m late for school!” You shot up when Tony whispered your name. “Oh, wait, I’m not in school anymore,” You smiled at your boyfriend sitting up next to you and fell back onto your pillow.

Tony rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “(Y/N)…”

“I’M THE TEACHER!” You screamed and actually fell out of bed onto the floor. “Ow!” You yelled and stood up quickly, running around the room to get to the bathroom to start to get ready. The bathroom door looked onto the bed from your side and you could clearly see Tony’s amused look.

He was chuckling to himself with tired eyes. “(Y/N), we do this every week.”

You threw off your pajamas and grabbed the clothes you had laid out for today. “I know, Monday’s are hard!” You groaned and put your shirt on. Finally, Tony stepped out of bed and grabbed a random band shirt and put it on.

“I know, love, I know,” He laughed. “I’ll meet you downstairs,” Tony kissed your cheek and walked down the steps, beginning to pour you cereal and putting your prepared lunch into your lunch bag. You quickly emerged downstairs and kissed Tony before yelling that you were going to be late if you didn’t leave immediately.

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