all under control

anonymous asked:

But can we also talk about how little chill Even has around Isak???? Even loves him more than anything??? Remember how Isak talked to Eskild about Even and Eskild was like "in my experience men never leave their girlfriends for the guy they like" but that's LITERALLYL WHAT EVEN DID?????? EVEN CAN NEVER EVER CONTROL HIMSELF AROUND ISAK HES ALWAYS AMUSED ALWAYS HAPPY ALWAYS TRYNA ACT LIKE HE COOL BUT I SEE U EVEN I SEE U

Anon said:
Can we talk about that scene where Jonas was giving isak tips on how to play it cool and be chill and aloof and text appropriately and isak’s like “yep yep got it I’ve got it all under control coolio radical” and then the minute he comes face to face with Even he loses all control he haS ZERO CHILL around Even. I’m having feelings

Honestly like they’re both pretending to be these laid back dudes who wear hoodies and skater shoes but doesn’t skate and you know 420 blazing it up and soooo chill but we all know it’s a lie. There is no chill. Love has no chill. Even literally broke into a house to recreate an epic love scene from one of the most famous romance movies ever with a boy he just met???
And not to talk about Isak lmaoooo

Isak: play hard to get
Isak to Isak: let him blow you 5 mins after saying halla

Honestly they changed so much for eachother and there was so much character development during the season and it was GOOD development?? Like they didn’t become boring or uninteresting, polar opposites. They didn’t have to question if they were being morally right by dating each other, again polar opposites. They are so healthy for eachother and I’m having feelings too!!!!!


okay so this got out of hand but anyway

Remember when the teachers visited the kids at home to ask their parents if they could stay at the UA dorms?
What about Todoroki?

- Sir…. Uh… I’m falling!! Zaaaaak, help!! T_T

- Heheh, this is funny, guys! XD It’s like a group hug!

- Uhm, Seph…. Are you okay there? °_°

- Remove your stupid foot from my face THIS INSTANT, Fair… Or, I swear, I’ll kill you! =_=“

- Don’t worry, Angeal. I have all under my control. U_U*



The better way to help Sephiroth to do push ups? Human pyramid!! XD


Post Pocket Mortys Series: Morticia

During Pocket Mortys

Hmmm, one thing I’ve thought about the manipulator chip is that it makes a Morty think their Rick is the one they envision. The only description we have of the item is 

“They trick the Morty into thinking they belong to the player’s Rick.”

And what’s a better way to trick a Morty into being your own? Create the perfect Rick they want. Reforming their memories. I remember Mascot Morty saying They have us all chipped and under their control” 

Dear Cat,

I wish I had seen you over New Year’s too.  I had hoped… well, I don’t know what I had hoped, exactly, but I always try to spend New Year’s with people who are special to me.  I guess this year, that’s you.

Anyway, I came to you, though you’d never have known it.  I saw the hostage situation on the news and flew right there, but the government MIB types wouldn’t let me past the police barriers.  I didn’t think Supergirl hulking her way into the building would be great publicity.  I was helpless and useless.  I’m really glad you’re okay, Cat.  Really glad.  Susan, apparently, had it all under control.  Great.  Super.  Good to hear it.  She’s… the best.  You talk about her a lot, did you know that?  She also is known for having the messiest locker at the DEO and can’t hold her tequila.  But you didn’t hear that from me.  

Your lie about Alex isn’t technically a lie, if you want to split hairs.  She consults for NASA on occasion.  I’m surprised your best buddy Susan didn’t tell you that.  Hug Carter for me.  Starhaven is one of my favorite places.  The air smells like cinnamon.  Just so you know, the man who gave them to me is a completely normal-looking college professor.  Kara Danvers could have met him just as easily as Supergirl.  But your point is well-taken.  I suppose having the Queen of All Media promise to keep my secret gave me a false sense of security.  I never want to put Carter at risk.  I’m sorry for putting you in an awkward position with him.

My New Year’s resolution is to become a participant in my own life again.  It feels like so much of what has been happening has been happening to me, rather than me being in control of my own story.  As for my bylines, well…  Your crack, old-school journo still has no idea what to do with me.  You’ll forgive me if I don’t send you every dead-end, bull-honkey puff piece he assigns to me.  I wouldn’t want to bore you in your exciting new action movie life.

I’d never say no to one of your pep-talks.  Your superpower, remember?


Knock Out

Request: Can I please have an imagine were the reader gets seriously injured and Stiles finds her in the hospital and the rest is up to you as long as they kiss (by: @anntol2001  )

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Just a heads up there’s an accident somewhere along the way. I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

(Y/N)’s POV

You have this all under control. Trust me, you’ve got this (Y/N).

The truth is I knew I was lying to myself, but if I repeat it enough maybe I’ll actually start to believe it’s true. Beacon Hills had been my home away from home, yet there are still moments where I need to get escape.

Everyone left for Mexico to rescue Scott, while I stayed behind to pick up the pieces. I told Lydia I was alright and like a true friend she saw right through it. It was taking its toll on me no matter how hard I denied it.

I had to stay behind to keep myself from falling apart again.

It’s not everyday you find out your family has been behind the murders of your classmates. They wanted me to join them as the Benefactor, nut how could I join them and allow my friends to be killed?

We fought tooth and nail until we were able to bring them down so they could be sent as far away from me as possible. So many terrible things has happened here, yet I’m not ready to move on from Beacon Hills yet.

So far the good has always outweighed the bad.

Even with my families being the catalyst behind the murders, I still wanted to stay. I needed to stay to fight alongside my friends to protect everyone. And then there was Stiles.

He’s been my friend ever since I moved here. We know we like each other and so does majority of the town. With everything that goes on here starting a relationship never seemed to be a good idea at the time.

Before the school year started, Stiles came by my house almost everyday, asking if I wanted to hang out. I wanted to be with him more than anything so naturally I wanted him to finally ask if we could be something more. I would be willing to take that risk with him, until people started dying once school started. Everything was pushed aside and we were back in detective mode once again.

I gripped the steering wheel to turn the car straight again. Between the tears threatening to spill and the rain, I knew this was a bad idea. As soon as I reach the gas station I’ll wait until it stops pouring.

It felt like my heart was actually breaking. My own parents were behind everything. They knew putting Scott at the top of the list would put a giant target on his back and they didn’t care. He was my friend. He was Stiles’ best friend. How would I have helped him cope with losing him?

My parents never thought about all of that. They just wanted to rid Beacon Hills of anyone that wasn’t human.

It would never happen, but they tried their hardest.

I loved my parents with all my heart, but they were reason I was on the road at 2 AM attempting to clear my head for awhile. They used to take me out for rides to calm me down and it was doing little to help right now.

They killed Melanie, the first friend I made when I came here. Just as I started to have some normalcy in my life, they took it away.

Things would never be the same.

Stiles’ POV

We finally made it back home with Scott in one piece and trust me it wasn’t easy.

I tried calling (Y/N) once I got to school and I got no response. She either slept in or she’s in the library. My best bet is she’s sleeping in. After what happened to her family and friends, I wouldn’t have come back to school so quickly either.

As Scott and I left our lockers, I called her again and her phone went straight to voicemail.

“Have any of you been able to get a hold of (Y/N)? She isn’t responding to anything”, I asked as I gripped my phone in my hand

“No. My mom hasn’t been answering her phone either”, Scott responded

Lydia made her way up to us with a painful expression making its way across her face, “My mother said she hasn’t seen (Y/N) at all today. Usually she gets to class early, but no one has seen her since last night. Something doesn’t feel right”

“Lydia, what is it?”, I asked frantically

“It feels like someone is close to dying. I felt it when I passed (Y/N)’s locker”, she said quietly

“Now I’m worr-”, Scott froze and quirked his head in the direction of the principal’s office, “You’re dad is here. He’s talking about-”

The door flew open and Dad’s eyes met mine. He dismissed his colleague and walked up to me, avoiding eye contact.

“Dad what’s going on? Do you know where (Y/N) is?”, I quipped

“Son”, he paused, “(Y/N)’s been in an accident and it doesn’t look to good”


I spent the past few hours trying to make sense of it all. (Y/N) went for a drive to clear her head which was pretty normal, but she never factored in that it was going to rain that night. According to the records, she hydroplaned and went through a guardrail.

At first none of the nurses and doctors would allow me in her room, but Melissa let me in anyway. It was touch and go since she first arrived, yet they were still able to stabilize her. Melissa worked nonstop with Liam’s father until they knew she would be alright.

Now we play the waiting game.

Her family wouldn’t be here to ensure she fully recovers, since they’ll be in prison for a very long time. Most of the time it’s just me, my Dad, Scott, and Lydia watching over her. Scott takes her pain away every once and awhile, but that’s all he can do at the moment. The rest is up to her. She hit her head pretty hard on the steering wheel, which is what knocked her out in the first place. She has a few cracked ribs, a concussion, sprained wrist, and a broken clavicle. The rest of her body was swollen and bruised.

It was far too painful to see her in this condition, but I want to be her when she wakes up just to let her know that everything would be alright and I would be with her during every step of her recovery and even after that. I would always be there for her and this was no exception.

I had fallen in love with (Y/N) a long time ago, yet I never had the courage to say it to her face. Given her condition and the life we live, it would best that I tell her sooner than later.


“Has anything changed?”, Scott asked as he walked through the door

“Not much. They said her vitals are looking better than before, but that’s it. They’re just waiting for her to wake up”, I said as I kept my eyes trained on her

Scott held onto (Y/N)’s hand and his veins turned black once again. This time it only lasted for a few seconds.


“What does ‘hmph’ even mean? What’s wrong with you?”

“She’s not in pain anymore. They really are just waiting for her to wake up. It’s all up to her. You know I heard my mom say that when someone’s in a coma it helps to talk to them. Sometimes they recall what they hear sometime’s they don’t”, he said as he shrugged his shoulders, “I think it’s worth a shot”

“Yeah I think you’re right”

Scott kept me company for few moments before heading to Deaton’s.

It had been a few days since I came to the hospital to first check on her. Most of the swelling has gone down and her bruises were beginning to fade. She was taking her time to recover, but I knew she would get there (Y/N) was never much of a quitter.

I reached over to hold her hand. I didn’t even know where to begin.

We had been through so much, yet the hardest thing for me to do was tell her how I feel.

“(Y/N)…I…uhhh…”, I finally managed to get out, “I know you’re in so much pain right now. Not physically, but emotionally. You’re hurting because the two people in your life that were never supposed to hurt you, were the ones that betrayed your trust. They hurt you the most. I’m sure by now you feel like your heart is broken into a million pieces and you don’t even know where to begin to put it back together but you have me. I’m going to be the one helping you every step of the way and I won’t stop until you’re whole again. I’ll stay with you through physical therapy…even regular therapy if you decide to go and you need me there. The bottom line is I’m staying by your side no matter happens”

Oddly enough, it felt good to talk to her. I gave her hand a squeeze, kissed her on the cheek, and made my way back home.

I followed the same schedule everyday. I came to the hospital in the morning and after school, just to tell her about what happened during the day. Sometimes Scott, Kira, Lydia, Liam, Malia, and Mason would come by too. We all just wanted her to wake up and be alright.

“So how is she?”, Liam asked as he pushed the door open with Mason following behind him

“She’s the same as yesterday Liam and the day before that”

I didn’t mean to sound so aggravated, but this was taking a long time.

Liam grew quiet, his eyes trained on (Y/N), “Say something again”

“Like what?”

“Anything no matter how stupid you sound”

“Liam! What does this have to do with anything!?”, I nearly yelled

“Because she can hear you. Every time you speak, her heart rate picks up. It only works with your voice”, he smiled, “Keep talking to her”

“(Y/N)? I…umm…”

“Just tell her already. I can hear your heartbeat too”

“You not making this any easier for me, ya know?”, I turned my attention back to (Y/N), “I just wanted to let you know that I’ve wanted to be there for you since the very beginning. Even before this stuff with your family started. I wanted to be the one you turned to when things go awry or if you just need someone to talk to. I thought I could be that friend for you, but as it turns out, I want to be a more than that because somewhere along the way…”

“He fell in love with you”, Mason said absentmindedly

He looked up, panicked as he realized the room fell to a dead silence.

“Mason!”, Liam sighed

“I’m sorry! I truly am, but this is really sweet though”, the smile on his face dissipating as he caught my glare, “I’ll keep quiet then”

“You know this probably isn’t even working. How would I know that (Y/N) can actually hear me? It doesn’t make–”

Liam sensed my hesitation and kept his eyes on (Y/N) as well. I looked down in my hand that was intertwined with hers and her grip grew a little tighter. She softly squeezed my hand with her eyes dancing behind her eyelids.

“Stiles?”, she said softly

Her eyes were slowly regaining their focus as a small smile spread across her face.

“You’re still here”

“There was no way I wouldn’t be here when you woke up”

“I figured”, she said as Liam left to go get his father, “Mainly because you fell in love with me”

(Y/N) began to giggle and Mason tried his best not to laugh. She definitely heard it all.

“If it makes you feel any better, somewhere along the way I fell in love with you too”

I was thankful for a moment that Liam had left the room. My heart was beating a mile a minute. She was the only person I would ever take this risk with.

“So we’re really doing–”

Before I could finish, she pulled me in, her lips on mine. My arms wrapped around her as I pulled her even closer, forgetting that Mason was in the room or hearing the door slide open.

“Stiles when you’ve unattached yourself from my patient. I’d like to check her vitals”

“That might be a while”, (Y/N) grinned as she pulled me in again


Where’s Daryl?

Christmas hasn’t been celebrated in Alexandria, until you had the idea to throw a party and invite Daryl.

  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 527 Words
  • No warnings, a little cuteness

It hasn’t been Christmas in years but you were determined to change that. With all the new children in Alexandria, you felt like you had to step up and do something to keep them all happy, even though kids were never really your thing. Normally, you would run at the sight of one, but you had to help somehow.

Talking Rick into having a Christmas party was difficult, but he came around to it after some convincing.

The night of the Christmas party was going well, so far. Kids had games thanks to some thinking from Rick, Carl, and Maggie. Carol had them all under control, making sure everyone had a turn.

Surprisingly, there were gifts. Everyone brought at least one thing, which wasn’t even expected from you or Rick. This was a simple party to get everyone together. It brought you joy just to know that this little community had come together so quickly.

“Where’s Daryl?” It was a few hours into the party and you were worried. You figured Daryl would come late, just not this late.

Carol sighed a little. “He isn’t coming. Crowds, you know.” She went back to her children and laughed. You couldn’t bring yourself to get back into the party at all.

Taking your nicely wrapped present from underneath the tree, you leave the house and walk down the street. With everyone inside, it was eerie and quiet. Fog was settling over the little town, not helping the goosebumps on your arms.

You reached Daryl’s house and knocked on his door. There were heavy footsteps coming from the garage. You look over to see Daryl poking his head out. “Yeah?” He asked.

You come around and hold out the gift that had his name written on the top of it, on a nice little card you made. “This is for you.”

“I can’t take that.” Daryl muttered and turned back to his motorcycle.

“Why not?”

“Didn’t get you nothin’.”

You sighed and set it on the seat of his bike. “When you’re ready, please open it. I’d also really appreciate it if you came to the party. You don’t have to play games or dance, just be there for me.”

Daryl looked up from the gift and looked at you, his eyes studying your face for a moment, nothing out of the normal. Daryl was constantly trying to figure you out. It was like he has never known such an outgoing woman before.

“Please.” You said again and turned to walk out of his garage.

You were halfway back to the party when you heard your name being called from behind you. You stopped and spun around to see Daryl walking up behind you.

“You really thought of me?” He asked.

You nodded. “I did. I also thought of you when I made the meal for tonight. Your favorite. Want to come have a plate with me?”

With a small, lovable smile, Daryl nods his head. “Please…”

You giggled, reaching out for his hand. He slipped his fingers between yours and spun you around, so his arm was resting around your shoulders and together, you walked back to the party.

The only way I’d improve Lady/wo//rld would be to remove A/rin from Ato/mic Kar/ate entirely and just have it be Sung, and Bu/ilt 4 Lo/ve would ideally be sung by someone with a voice more suited to it. They’re both really sound songs but the pandering presence brought them down for me because they just didn’t sound good. I’m excited to see the show tonight to hear those songs without them!

seventeen as: people on the bus

seungcheol is the bus driver that drives a little recklessly but he’s got it all under control so it’s okay, the kind of driver that tries striking up conversation with whoever has the misfortune of sitting near him, and forgets to open the automatic door when he’s picking up ppl from the stop

jeonghan is that one person that actually looks really respectable in a nice outfit and all that but within a few minutes they fall asleep leaning against the person sitting next to them, coffee breath

joshua the quiet dude still in his job uniform reading a magazine in the farthest row back, will get up to help elderly people on and off the bus if they’re having trouble

jun is that one guy who’s motorcycle broke down so he had to take a bus and he’s talking really loudly on the phone (and cussing lbr) trying to get his roommates or whatever to help him, leather jacket and excessive eyeliner

hoshi the kid who had dance club after school and has a bus pass bc he’s on here every day at 5:30, takes up the entire seat with his backpack, can’t stop moving his legs goddammit he’s climbing into other people’s laps and under and over seats and kicking the seats in front of him

wonwoo that old man with the blanket over his legs and the cane leaning against his seat… he keeps candy in his pockets to bribe people to pick up the cane for him when it falls when the bus brakes or swerves

woozi earphones in and he’s gone, the person at the window seat literally ignoring the fuck out of everyone else (think healing m/v but moodier)

dk as the teenager passing out gum and stuff he bought at 7/11 before getting on the bus, smiley and super talkative like the person sitting next to him will not catch a break

mingyu the college student CRAMMING bc he just found out he has a test tomorrow and also trying to get home bc he just left his lecture and his stomach is growling and he’s trying to decide if he should ask the bus driver to drop him off at taco bell or if he should open another can of chef boyardee’s ew

minghao as the guy mingyu’s talking to on the phone and mingyu’s roommate, telling mingyu he can steal his footnotes if he’s really that unprepared and that he needs to calm the fuck down… and that he already warmed up leftover chinese so chILL you’re not gonna starve

seungkwan is that one guy with the map on his lap and google maps open bc he’s new to the area and he’s positive the driver doesn’t know his way around and that he missed his stop… literally ready to fight seungcheol and is lowkey screaming

vernon and dino as the kids who don’t have a seat bc the bus is full so they’re sitting on the ground in the middle trying to play candy crush or animal crossing or whatever and avoid being stepped on or getting concussions