all you ever want

I’ve seen a few comments that this storyline may also have been happening so that robron can bring the kids topic and decide if they want a baby.

I don’t want that. I still think they aren’t ready for this step:
1. I think Aaron needs his time and needs the therapy that emmerdale promised adressing his mental health, he needs time to be able to learn to trust people and don’t expect the worse for them. Also he needs to learn and understand 100% robert’s sexuality, because if he doesn’t understand, all this insecurity issues will always come to the light again and not only that, he’ll always feel like he won’t ever be enough because he is not woman - he needs to understand or their relationship was always have troubles. Not to mention, he needs time on his own (with robert maybe), because since the gordon’s trial, he didn’t even got time to breath, to take a long holiday and enjoy himself. Emmerdale decided to throw Liv into the picture and made him her legal guardian and since she’s a teen, she’s always doing something to make aaron worry - I think he didn’t need that fuss that soon.

2. Robert is no way near ready to be a dad, that’s why spoilers are mentioning he’s not steping in into rebecca’s pregnany, it’s not only because of aaron but also because he’s not ready to be a dad. Robert needs therapy as well to overcome all his issues with his dad and needs to love himself enough. He needs to be able to talk about what happen to Jack with his sister and step mom and needs to move on from it. He needs time to fully acept his sexuality. He needs time to forgive himself as well (because well i think he never fully forgive himself destroying andy’s life when he acidentally killed katie and right now he hates himself because of hurting the men of his life).

They both have lack of comunication and they both have insecurities and they both needs to overcome it and will become a strong couple if they do that. I’m hoping in the reveal we have an honest conversation with them discussing their feelings - and how each other’s opinion affect them in their judgment. I believe we’re reaching a point that if they don’t start talking, nothing will hold the relationship so I believe a kid at this moment, or even this year, won’t be a good idea.

Soft boys in flower crowns, this must be heaven (ᅌᴗᅌ✿) 

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  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
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  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*
My assessment of the Power Rangers
  • Jason: troubled cinnamon roll, too young to be having an existential crisis
  • Kimberly: sassy boss ass bitch with a mean streak
  • Zac: caring and crazy son of a gun
  • Trini: smol angry lesbian bean
  • Billy: protect my son at all costs
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How many others did you love before me?
I loved five others before you: Who, What, When, Where, Why. You’re the sixth.
Sixth, so which one am I then?
You’re none of them because you’re all of them.

friendly reminder that mor, THE morrigan from the war, a dreamer born into the court of nightmares, a queen who bows to no one, THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE… has brown eyes. 

How Dan and Phil probably broke up #37
  • Phil: *gets Dan a whisk for Christmas*

We interrupt your regularly scheduled blogging to bring you even more of my ridiculous obsession with the arranged marriage royalty AU. You can blame @operaticspacetrash for this monstrosity. THE HYPE IS REAL and I am trash.

(P.S. click for bigger version, I think it looks best like that.)

yall know this meme

i was rly nervous about posting my art on tumblr but in light of recent events i thought we could use some positivity in the tags

(edit) holy shit please click for better quality

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laila attempts to come out as bi(sexual), but her mom hears bai.

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cute bare faced jiyongie all bundled up (๑>◡<๑)

Just being close to Roy Harper and Jason Todd things:

look at these fucking dorks

aka Arsenal and Red Hood. There’s a lot of things, but here are a few:

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If there’s a battle you think you’re destined to lose and you choose not to fight it ‘cause after all what would be the point, then that’s exactly the kind you need to fight. You have to fight it and you have to win it.
—  Unfought battles, Shikha Singh
A Grocery Store Saviour

Request: Omg i love your writing sooo much <3 I was thinking if you could do a story based off Michael Buble’s ‘Just Haven’t met you Yet’. I understand if you wouldn’t want to do it but thank you for your time :)

Word Count: 2,852

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories and @caseoffics


“Next!” You call, back aching and feet sore. Work usually sucks, but today it’s a living hell. Saturdays are the normally busiest days at the grocery store but add the fact that it’s the first day of spring that’s warmer than 50 degrees, and you’ve got yourself a full store. The bustle of people weaving around one another in the narrow aisles meant that you’d been sent to clean up five separate messes and help one bawling seven-year-old find his mother. His snot covered fingers had wrapped around your own until you’d found his mother who’d immediately decided to yell at you for not bringing him sooner. People bumped into you with every turn, resulting in scowls and foul language from some particularly angry customers. You’d had to ask people to repeat themselves four different times because of the clamor and been asked because of that if it were really right for a woman to be working. On top of all that, you wore heels today so your feet want to fall off and the store’s air conditioning hardly works, meaning hot sweat drips down your back and soaks your hairline.

Despite the annoying customers and the math involved, you’re almost grateful to work at the cash register now instead of work on the floor when you hear the horrific sound of gagging nearby. Your coworker Arthur rushes past you, mop already in hand.

Raising your eyebrows at the situation, you shake your head and take stock of everything a middle-aged man in front of you sets on the counter. He wears a dark suit and a cap to hide what you assume is a balding head. He’s muttering something to himself as thick beads of sweat slide down his face, over the patches of red dotting his cheeks and forehead and collecting on his upper lip. Every time he says something, a bead flings off its place above his lip, landing on the counter in front of you.

You cringe but reach for his items and pull them closer. Flipping the page on your notepad, you begin writing the costs of everything down.

“Do you not bother to keep your customers happy here?”

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