and by 'sometimes' i mean almost never

silly ladynoir things
  • chat starts Shit Talking Sundays bc there are some days when chat just needs to talk about how dumb his dad is being and ladybug needs to scream about this bratty bully in her history class
  • on days when they’re bored, they’ll board the metro in costume and ride it for a few stops purely for the shock value
  • chat finds out ladybug can’t whistle and spends every available opportunity trying to teach her
    • cn: *squishes her cheeks between his hands* you’re not pursing your lips enough and your tongue isn’t positioned correctly, try again
    • lb: my tongue is sitting in my mouth what do you mean it’s not positioned correctly i don’t ???????
  • joint naps during patrols are very much a thing bc these kids never sleep between school and akuma attacks. sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll find ladybug snoring on a rooftop with chat noir laid on top of her, drooling on her shoulder
  • when patrols get boring, ladybug will hop on chat noir’s back, make him shut his eyes, and act as his eyes while they try to patrol the city before switching places. they don’t talk about that time chat was laughing too hard to warn ladybug about the ledge and they almost fell off a roof. 
  • hide and seek games that last literally hours
    • they both cheat and bring their phones to stalk social media tags and see if anyone’s posted tips and/or sightings of them so that they can find the other
  • chat’s really good at massages so sometimes he’ll work out the kinks in ladybug’s shoulders when they have downtime bc “wow you carry so much tension in your neck please tell me you’re not hunched over your desk all day”
  • the eiffel tower is their honorary “it’s 3am and we can’t sleep” meeting place. 
  • they’ll often drop into parks and playgrounds and join with some of the neighborhood kids on games of tag, frisbee, and football
  • they have a going scoreboard for their impromptu arm wrestling competitions. last they checked the score was 32-35 with ladybug in the lead. 
  • they each have their own personal lists of dumb/funny things that the other has said
    • chat’s list of things ladybug has said: “sleep isn’t a thing you know. they lied to you. it’s not real,” “you ever wonder if i can spin a web with my yoyo?” “can lucky charm conjure me an A for this physics test tomorrow?” “i almost had my cat-eye eye liner perfect today before that akuma appeared and messed me up like that proximity to perfection might never happen again.”
    • ladybug’s list of things chat has said: “is there a place where we can borrow a microwave? i wanna see what happens if i use cataclysm on it,” “memes are like the dysfunctional family you didn’t ask for but didn’t know you needed,” “im like terrified an akuma attack is gonna happen when i’m in the shower while im naked and vulnerable,” “if i extend my staff long enough, do you think it’ll reach space?”
Humans are weird

I really love this whole humans are like the biggest oddity for aliens idea.
And I had this idea that’s swimming in my head for a while now.
If the aliens already think it’s a wonder we survive the conditions of our planet,
how must they think about our way of reproduction.
I mean the whole mammal-thing developed
practically only cause a little creature once thought:
“Eggs!?When they’re dinosaurs everywhere??I have a better idea!”

So what if aliens never needed to make this step?
When their reproductions are mostly through eggs,
sometimes other things and never like our system?

I mean just imagine:
You are one of the first humans to become a crewmate of a alien crew.
It was your dream since the first contact was made.
You were prepared for almost everything.
Just not for giving every damn alien you meet “the bloody talk“!

Somewhere in a bar on Planet Ur’tlz:

Alien A: “Whoa, this humans are really useful and stronger than they look!
You would never believe what the human of my ship did!”

Alien B: “Please tell me they didn’t gave you ‘the talk’….I’m still traumatized…”

A: “….what are you talking of?”

B: “I made the error to ask how they get their eggs to be safe
despite the dangerous planet they live on….they don’t lay eggs!”

A: “What?!

B: “They carry their brood like….
like parasites *shudder* in their body for almost a Quertemz!
Then they squeeze them through tiny body openings!
Sometimes for days!DAYS!

A: “Uh….”

B: “And it’s common to only get one offspring per reproduction!One!
They can die in the process, for Iz’klls sake!”

A: “I think my digestive system is rebelling…”

B: “So I decided to oversee the contact my human makes with other humans.
Because of some reason they only reproduce with humans of other gender,
so its not that hard….

A: “A bit….drastic, don’t you think?

B: “I like my human crew mate!
I don’t want them to die just cause the other humans
can’t let their weird little limbs of them!”

A: “Sounds like they imprinted on you.”

B: “Maybe…sounds like something crewmate George would do…”

Chihokogate is overwhelmingly romantic; fight me

I’ve seen people describe the “Overcome Chihoko” story in a number of ways–Victor being Extra, crackfic, something written purely for laughs, and so forth. And yes, I think all of those things are true, to a certain extent, but I’m not sure we appreciate exactly how lovely of an instance of crackfic this is.

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Some live-action BATB headcanons (mostly about Lumiere and Plumette’s wedding because I’m a sap):

  • Prince/Beast is bi or pan (”…his parties with the most beautiful people,” “…and earn their love in return”).
  • Before the spell was broken, the members of the staff who were able to move throughout the castle would relay messages between Cadenza and Garderobe from time to time.
  • Lumiere and Plumette get engaged soon after they become human again. Lumiere had promised her it would happen once the curse was lifted, and sometimes talking about their possible future was comforting to them.
  • Lumiere makes Cogsworth his best man, mostly because he’s very organized, but also because it means he’ll have to give a toast and admit that Lumiere has good points.
  • Chip is the ring bearer.
  • Cadenza plays the processional music, and Garderobe sings for their first dance (okay I’m going by modern wedding customs, I don’t know if any of this is how they did it in 18th century France). 
  • Lumiere cries when he sees her in the dress.
  • So does Cogsworth.
  • Everyone’s crying or almost crying during the vows, mainly because they thought there would never be a chance for this to happen.
  • When the officiant says “You may now kiss the bride” he hasn’t even finished the sentence before Plumette grabs Lumiere’s face and kisses him.
  • The Prince insists on throwing them a huge reception in the ballroom and basically invites the entire town (LeFou goes with his new boyfriend, of course).
  • Plumette has a dance with Chip and he’s standing on her feet the whole time and it’s adorable.
  • Everyone keeps saying how Plumette is the most beautiful woman there (and let’s be real, she is). Lumiere can’t take his eyes off her and he keeps smiling because he’s so ridiculously in love with her and he can’t believe his luck.
Things you learn about Breakdown in episode 16*:


1. He may be a mech of unsubtle manners, but he makes a split-second moral decision that puts his rescuer’s seemingly righteous actions to shame. This suggests he has a moral compass that operates independently of his allegiances and his grudges and is capable of overturning both.

2. He is not a disposable member of the Decepticon command. I hear a lot about how “nobody went looking looking for Breakdown” when he was abducted, but they forget that Starscream & Co risked a heck of a lot to get him back. While SS’s motives were ultimately self-serving, they don’t negate the fact that he considered Breakdown a “valuable” member of his team. People tend to assume that Breakdown arrived in tow when Starscream summoned Knock Out to the Nemesis; in fact, Starscream summoned them both.

3. His aim is not compromised by the loss of an optic.

4. At no point does he accept that he is beaten by MECH. He remains defiant even when he believes himself beyond rescue. This fact makes me cry a little sometimes.

5. Both his hands can turn into hammers but the left almost never does. This is objectively neat, and it also means he’s right-handed.


* I actually can’t bloody watch that episode anymore, it’s too upsetting. But I remember a reading a review that complained of the lack of character development it afforded Breakdown, which is rubbish. He undergoes more development in that episode than some of the Autobots do in the entire season. The only thing worth complaining about is how subsequent episodes seem to forget about all of it.

Air Ducts and Secrets - Peter Parker x Reader Imagine

Word Count: 2,893

Plot: What goes on in the air ducts, stays in the air ducts.

Warnings: honestly its just fluff, cheesy comments, a new girl reference, one swear word (that’s censored), and more fluff. 

Author’s Note: So this is for the monthly song challenge but I literally only put two song lyrics from the song Tomorrow Never Dies by 5SOS. But that’s okay. I might do a part two depending on how well this does. PSA: I love New Girl.

(Lyrics are the sentences in italics)

Lilly’s Imagine

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sleepyhead

this was an anonymous request, hope you like it love!

Word Count: 1000+

Rating: PG

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you scrolled through your Instagram. 

“What’s funny?” Joe asked, looking down at you. You were on your back on the couch, your head on his lap, his fingers running through your hair. You passed your phone to him, showing him Caspar’s Instagram post with Maddie. 

“They’re so cute,” you said, reaching up to toy with the strings of Joe’s hoodie. 

“We’re cuter,” Joe smiled at you.

“I know,” was all you said, but Joe knew you well enough to read what you didn’t say. He took your hand, kissing the back of it gently. 

The two of you were a very open couple when it came to each other, but not when it came to the rest of the world. Joe wasn’t really one to share his personal life, and that included you. You understood it, of course. After seeing all the hate on Maddie’s profile, or any girl who could possibly have any connection with any of the boys for that matter, you didn’t have to question why Joe wanted to keep your relationship a secret. 

That didn’t mean it didn’t suck though. From no PDA in the vlogs to no social media posts, it was hard to keep up with sometimes. Joe was Joe, but Joe was also thatcherjoe, and not being a part of that side of his life was almost like missing a big part of him. Sometimes, you just wanted to post a cute picture of your boyfriend. All the thoughts made you feel selfish, so you never brought them up, but Joe saw right through you anyways.

“I wish we didn’t have to hide either,” he murmured to you. “I’d show you off to the whole world if I could.”

“You can you know. I’m sure I’ll develop a tough skin,” you replied.

“You shouldn’t have to.” His voice was sharp, and you tread carefully.

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IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I NEVER LOVED YOU

it didn’t snow today. David Mitchell has never been published. our hometown is currently uninhabitable due to unsafe conditions. my alternate self still believes that hands stitch you back together more often than they take you apart, and nobody wants to tell her the truth. so they don’t. she’s blissfully ignorant of the sound accompanying a dropped call, or how salty tears taste in the summertime. it’s eternally spring there, things are always growing.

IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I NEVER LOVED YOU

none of my poems feel real. I don’t get published the first time or the second time because I don’t have to write for you. or about you. I’ve always confused the two of those things but in this world it doesn’t matter because all I’ve ever done is write for myself. not to say that IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I LOVED YOU I haven’t been writing for myself. I have been. I’ve just needed to share that title, like waking up with next to no blanket due to the selfish cloud of past lovers taking up space at the foot of my bed. I know there’s warmth for me here.

IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I NEVER LOVED YOU

I don’t know how to spell your last name because I’ve never had a reason to write it. cursive is obsolete. nobody tells me what school you go to & this fact doesn’t mean anything to me because you never meant anything to me. we wind up at the same bar some night and I don’t recognize you. you don’t recognize me. nobody is suffering because of this. we go on to live lives comfortably uncrossed. sometimes that’s possible. IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I ALMOST LOVED YOU I can’t say the same. but that’s another story for another page in another journal. all of this to say that

IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I LOVED YOU

I’m writing this poem and it doesn’t hurt. it takes me two days, a glass of boxed wine, and three different sweaters, but it doesn’t hurt. it doesn’t hurt. it doesn’t hurt.

—  THE UNIVERSE WHERE I NEVER LOVED YOU, 8/30, Caitlin Conlon

allura and coran trying to be smug about how much “more evolved” they are than humans (which is making matt pull all his hair out) but sometimes it backfires

  • allura: [smugly] honestly, it’s so sad that you’ll never be able to explore the oceans. they’re almost otherworldly. and so beautiful.
    pidge: uh…actually, we have been able to explore our oceans
    allura: what?
    hunk: i mean, not thoroughly because of how huge they are, but we’ve definitely been down there
    coran: if you can’t alter your respiratory system though, how do you manage to breathe?
    keith: scuba gear. submarines. radars. it’s not that complicated.
    lance: guys it literally works the same way as space exploration. how do you think hunk and i survived on the mermaid planet?
    allura: [softly] …oh my god
    coran: that makes much more sense…
  • coran: ah yes, tragic how you’ve never experienced what it’s like to glide through the air on a nice pair of wings–
    pidge: hang-gliding. parasailing. skydiving.
    lance: planes.
    keith: how exactly do you think we got into space, guys?
    matt: did you guys just go straight from basic transit into space travel?
    allura: well, we had an advantage in that we didn’t waste as much time as you did obsessing over the past.
    shiro: [physically holding matt back] princess, please,
  • coran: ok, we have to blend in with your surroundings, so you lot just wait back here and i’ll go ahead
    hunk: [brandishing camo facepaints] you wish
  • allura: wow, what your species lacks in natural advantages, it makes up for in creativity! maybe that’s your shapeshifting :)
    matt: …you know what, i’ll take it
The Road to Redemption: Arrow 5x11 Review (Second Chances)

Arrow introduced Tina Boland tonight, the new BC, and while we didn’t hit a lot of thematic new ground with her character, they set up an interesting juxtaposition between her, Oliver, Felicity and the road one takes to redemption.

My reference to the three characters in no  way means that I see a love triangle. Sometimes I’m gonna have to write their names all together in a sentence. 

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alexander hamilton general headcanons:
  • he never takes any sugar or any creamer in his coffee
  • he never drinks tea and insists it’s for the weak minded
    • he’s gotten in many debates with practically everyone over this 
    • it’s one of the things that him and jefferson fight over frequently
      • ‘hamilton you can’t be serious- tea is amazing?’  'you must be out of your GODDAMNED MIND’
  • the longest he’s gone without sleep is two weeks 
    • all of his friends try and get him to have a normal sleep schedule but he isn’t having it
  • the man has a horrible addiction to caffeine but even after he drinks coffee, he still looks exhausted
  • he loves sleep more than anything but he denies himself the pleasure of it
  • he can actually play piano really well but no one else knows
    • he taught himself how to play it 
  • he is actually a really big fan of reading fiction although he has never attempted to write it yes he has
    • he loves reading non fiction more though
  • he sometimes doodles a bit
    • and by a bit i mean that he has filled up at least two notebooks with just drawings
      • he’ll never admit he likes drawing but lafayette saw him drawing once
  • he almost never eats at all
    • his friends always have to remind him to eat
  • he loves rap music

anonymous asked:

I'm boggling trying and failing to understand how it is that so many people (in this case, the advocates of violent anti-fascism sending you asks) don't have the idea that _political actions should have the consequence you want, not just be on the right side_. It feels like... not getting that trying to affect reality except in the simplest most local one-dimensional way is even a thing. Do you feel like you understand the mindset better?

One of my favorite articles by Bryan Caplan describes the concept of missing moods. 

Modern warfare almost always leads to killing lots of innocents; if governments were held to the same standards as individuals, these killings would be manslaughter, if not murder.  This doesn’t mean that war is never justified.  But the reasonable hawkish mood is sorrow - and constant yearning for a peaceful path.  The kind of emotions that flow out of, “We are in a tragic situation.  After painstaking research on all the available options, we regretfully conclude that we have to kill many thousands of innocent civilians in order to avoid even greater evils.  This is true even after adjusting for the inaccuracy of our past predictions about foreign policy.”  

I have never personally known a hawk who expresses such moods, and know of none in the public eye.  Instead, the standard hawk moods are anger and machismo.  Ted Cruz’s recent quip, “I don’t know if sand can glow in the dark, but we’re going to find out” is typical.  Indeed, the hawks I personally know don’t just ignore civilian deaths.  When I raise the issue, they cavalierly appeal to the collective guilt of their enemies.  Sometimes they laugh.  As a result, I put little weight on what hawks say.  This doesn’t mean their view is false, but it is a strong reason to think it’s false.

2. The immigration restrictionist.  Immigration from the Third World to the First World is almost a fool-proof way to work your way out of poverty.  The mechanism: Labor is more productive in the First World than the Third, so migrants generally create the extra riches they consume.  This doesn’t mean that immigration restrictions are never justified.  But the reasonable restrictionist mood is anguish that a tremendous opportunity to enrich mankind and end poverty must go to waste - and pity for the billions punished for the “crime” of choosing the wrong parents.  The kind of emotions that flow out of, “The economic and humanitarian case for immigration is awesome.  Unfortunately, there are even larger offsetting costs.  These costs are hard to spot with the naked eye, but careful study confirms they are tragically real.  Trapping innocents in poverty because of the long-run costs of immigration seems unfair, but after exhaustive study we’ve found no other remedy.  Once you see this big picture, restriction is the lesser evil.  This is true even after adjusting for the inaccuracy of our past predictions about the long-run dangers of immigration.”

I have met a couple of restrictionists who privately express this mood, and read a few who hold it publicly.  But in percentage terms, they’re almost invisible.  Instead, the standard restrictionist moods are anger and xenophobia.  Mainstream restrictionists hunt for horrific immigrant outliers, then use these outliers to justify harsh treatment of immigrants in general.  

The idea is that, if you’re pushing for some policy that involves doing or ignoring great wrongs in the service of necessity, it should hurt. You should be agonizing over it. You should be desperate for alternatives, and you should be grieved you can’t find any. The point is not ‘your opinion is not valid if your feelings are not valid’, but when that feeling is absent, it’s incredibly hard to trust the opinion.

I think that to antifas and the people who gravitate towards them, the entirety of liberalism has a colossal missing mood. There are Nazis and white supremacists holding rallies and chanting in favor of unthinkable, colossal atrocities. Lots of people sympathize with them. Shouldn’t we be terrified? Shouldn’t we be angry? Shouldn’t we be desperate? Whatever you think of the merits of smashing unarmed Trump supporters in the head with metal bike locks and then running away, the proponents of doing so are vocally and demonstrably angry and terrified and desperate, and if the thing you’re looking for is people who are angry and terrified and desperate then you find them. And if all of the people who seem to grasp the magnitude of the threat are saying sickening street violence is the way to fix it -

- and all of the people observing that that doesn’t fix it, that it makes it worse, that our institutions suffice and have sufficed and that there are better avenues of resistance should they fail, seem to be insufficiently desperate and angry and frightened -

- then people believe the antifas, even though antifas constantly give incoherent or conflicting accounts of how their methods are supposed to help and threaten and alienate their allies and spend a lot of their time threatening to kill gay Jews on the internet because we disagree with them about how to fight fascists.


And to people who are not sympathetic to antifa, it seems obvious that they have a gaping missing mood: compassion, or concern, or awareness of collateral damage. And if you know anything about violent resistance, indifference to or denial about collateral damage is the most chilling blind spot imaginable. 

So both sides perceive missing moods, and it damages trust, and even though we both want to prevent the rise of fascism there’s basically no confidence that the other side actually wants to prevent the rise of fascism, and most efforts I’ve had to bridge that divide have sort of run aground on ‘I don’t think your evidence is very good and you don’t think my evidence is very good’, and so it’s really hard to fix.

This is a roundabout answer to your question: the straightforward answer is that I think they understand actions can have downstream effects and counterproductive effects, but don’t trust us about it and don’t trust anyone proposing alternative courses of action and were also drawn to antifa specifically by the desperate, angry dominant mood and it’s not a dominant mood conducive to realizing that doing nothing at all would be better than what you’re currently doing.

anonymous asked:

Can I request anything showing a tony/natasha friendship? I love the way you write natasha :) Maybe they have the classic sibling relationship where they constantly rag on each other but as soon as someone else tries they shut them down flat? Or whatever really, I'm not picky. Thanks!!

Bahaha the other Avengers are just along for the ride. You are definitely right! Like brother and sister, Tony and Natasha can treat each other like shit, but if someone else treats them like shit, they better get ready to catch hands. (It appears I write this relationship better when there is actually another ship I am supposed to be writing smh.) Watch out for under the cut!


“DID YOU USE THE LAST OF MY COCONUT HAIR MASK?!”

Steve jumped, clutching his chest. Natasha, who had been playing chess with him, froze like a deer in the headlights.

Tony came to a stop in the doorway, looking livid. He had a plastic bottle clutched in one hand. “Did you?!”

“…Nnno,” Natasha answered slowly.

The brunet let out a screech and lunged for her. “THAT WAS EXPENSIVE AND A TREAT!”

Natasha screamed and dove out of her seat. Tony was only a second behind her, flinging the empty bottle at her head. It connected with an empty thunk and bounced off relatively harmlessly.

The way Tony continued to chase her around the room, fists clenched like he was ready to beat the shit out of her, was not quite so harmless.

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Against all odds (Spencer Reid X Reader)

Summary

Request one, Anon said :  Reader (who’s dating Reid) is there with Reid and JJ when he’s playing the “game” with Kat. When Kat tells Reid she’s pregnant with his child reader doesn’t know what to do. (You could also make reader pregnant, up to you)

Request two, @frickin-bats  said :  Hi! I saw you were taking requests and I was wondering if you could please write one with Spencer related to all the craziness that’s been going on this season and maybe the reader is his pregnant wife? 😊 thanks!

Relationship: Spencer Reid X Reader

Rating : Mature (Please do not read if you are under-aged)

WARNINGS ! : Sadness, death, jail, pregnancy, implying abortion, no smut but things get heated up at some point. (All I could think of, if you guys find another warning , please let me know)

CopyRight: I do not own Spencer Reid , Criminal Minds nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N - First of all thank you for requesting my loves, I hope you don’t mind I combined your ideas , they were similar. Hope you like it. Kisses

AGAINST ALL ODDS

Originally posted by sensualkisses


Everything happened against everything, against all odds. Spencer is cute, kind and likes reading a lot. These are the three traits you first noticed when you started working at the B.A.U. You , on the other hand let’s not say you’re mean…. but you can have a sharp tongue sometimes. Also, reading is not your forte. It makes you tired, your eyes and brain instantly working together to send into a state of absolute desirable sleep so, you always watch “the movie” . Basically you have nothing in common with the man : You like running and practice kick-boxing, he’s a complete disaster when it comes to sports ; you like comedy and action movies, he’s obsessed with science fiction ; you like sports  cars, technology but his are from another century.

Nothing, nothing in common except a weird, unhealthy infatuation towards each other. You can’t really explain why it happened, is still happening and you’re sure he’s as clueless as you too. But despite everything, it happened.3  years ago, 2 months after you joined the team when you had a case in Alaska and were set up at a local inn, with less than necessary rooms available. Garcia called dibs on Derek, as ALWAYS and somehow you ended up sharing with Spencer. He wanted to take the floor but you decided it was too cold or better said you really wanted to sleep in the same bed as him, at least once. The sexual tension was undeniable, not even a word was spoken, not until you both fell back into the pillows, breathing erratically and he asked you out on a date. Your response was simple, raw… ‘Ok’.

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Who is this Tumblr?

Originally posted by tennydr10confidential

Y/n has created a chatroom.

Y/n has invited Nat and Wanda.

Y/n: Okay girls, I have something important to show you.

Nat: I’m intrigued?

Wanda: Is it naked Thor?

Y/N: WANDA

Nat: WANDAAA.

Wanda: What, girl has her needs.

Wanda: But you’re seriously not going to tell me he’s not hot.

Y/N: He’s old.

Wanda: You mean, he’s hot for an old guy.

Nat: Y/n, Cap and Bucky are almost hundred but that doesn’t stop you from gushing over them.

Y/N: Nah, he’s just pretty much old.

Wanda: Y/n stop, you’re not fooling anyone.

Y/N: About that, I have something to share with you, as I already mentioned but you girls have a concentration of a two year old, so.

Nat: Hey don’t assault, I may have a concertation of a child, but I certainly don’t punch like one.

Wanda: Y/n do you feel like flying?

Y/N: What do you mean?

Y/N: Not funny Wanda, LET ME THE FUCK DOWN.

Wanda: Since you asked so nicely.

Y/N: Damn you, Wanda.

Y/N: By let me down, I didn’t mean throw me into wall and almost break all of my bones.

Nat: Wanda, sometimes I think you’re bigger child than Tony.

Y/N: Let’s face it, you can never be bigger child than Tony.

Nat: Ah, true story.

Y/N: Will you now finally let me say what I have to say?

Wanda: Spill your soul, honey.

Y/N: You know I was telling you about Tumblr and fanfictions, yeah?

Nat: I think I still quiet don’t get it.

Y/N: Anyways, I found this amazing fanfiction about Steve and Bucky.

Y/N: It gave me all kind of different feelings.

Nat has added Bucky and Steve.

Nat: Guys, I think Y/n wants to tell you something.

Y/N: NAT

Y/N: You better start running.

Steve has added Tony, Sam, Thor, Clint and Vision.

Y/N: Oh thanks Steve.

Steve: Anytime.

Steve: Now do you want to explain yourself?

Thor: May I just inquire, who is this Tumblr you’re speaking of?

Clint: Buddy, you don’t even wanna know.

Tony: As I wise man once said, stay away from Tumblr. You don’t wanna get involved.

Sam: It’s not who, it’s a page on the internet.

Steve: Tony, who was that “wise man”?

Y/N: I agree with Clint and Tony, it’s not for innocence people like you, Thor.

Vision: My sources claim that Tumblr is a microblogging and social networking website founded by David Karp in 2007, and owned by Yahoo! since 2013. The service allows users to post multimedia and other content to a short-form blog. Users can follow other users’ blogs. Bloggers can also make their blogs private. For bloggers, many of the website’s features are accessed from a “dashboard” interface.

Thor: I am not innocence.

Thor: I’ve killed many enemies and I fear nothing. One little foolish page can’t do much.

Sam: Yep, definitely too green for Tumblr.

Tony: Simply, page where people post stuff about their favourite celebrity.

Tony: Me of course.

Wanda: Vision, did you take that from Wikipedia?

Clint: Oh you just console yourself with that, Thor.

Vision: My sources gave me this information.

Steve: Why did I even ask anything?

Y/N: You’re our little innocence puppy.

Bucky: I still want to know about that fanfiction that you found

Thor: I can assure you I am not a puppy.

Bucky: Is it good?

Sam: Bucky, your gay is showing.

Tony: Oh Thor.

Thor: Mr. Barnes, I didn’t know you were homosexual.

Bucky: I am not.

Vision has left the chat.

Y/N: Face it Buck, we all know you got hot’s for our captain America.

Steve: We are very good friends.

Nat: That’s what they all say, “JUST FRIENDS”

Wanda: Wait am I the only one here that’s team Stony?

Clint: No you’re not.

Thor: What’s team Stony?

Sam: No Thor

Sam: You don’t want to know.

Sam: You should just leave and never ever mention Tumblr again.

Sam: Or fanfictions.

Thor: How dare you tell son of Odin, god of Thunder to leave?

Bucky: HIT HIM WITH LIGHTNING.

Y/N: I love you Sam, but THOR LISTEN TO BUCKY.

Y/N: Just tell me when you’re about to do it cuz I want to film it.

Y/N: Imagine how many notes I would get for that.

Sam: O thanks Y/N, I really appreciate it.

Nat: You know when love you, but that would be spectacular.

Thor: All right guys, be right back.

Thor: Or how you kids write it.

Thor: BRB

Sam has been disconnected

Thor has left the chat.

Nat: I have to see this.

Nat has left the chat.

Wanda: Right behind you.

Y/N: Film it for me.

Wanda has left the chat.

Y/N: Thanks to Wanda I can’t go now.

Tony: Well I will film it for you Y/N.

Tony has left the chat.

Bucky: So the fanfiction, what was it about?

Y/N: Oh you know, basic stuff.

Clint: Wait Y/N, is it that one that you showed me like a week ago?

Y/N: Yep that would be the one.

Steve: I am curios now, what was it about? Beside me and Bucky.

Clint: That is peace of art.

Y/N: Every fanfiction is a piece of art.

Thor has joined the chat.

Bucky: I can agree on that one.

Bucky: Not because I read them.

Bucky: But because people put effort in it, you know.

Steve: Just stop Bucky, you’re embarrassing yourself.

Thor: I’ve got him lady Y/n, just like you said.

Thor: Oh no, that was Mr. Barnes.

Thor: Anyhow, he was lightning like a Christmas tree.

Y/N: Man I wish I could’ve see that.

Clint: I will go check on him.

Clint: And don’t worry, I will take photos.

Clint has left the chat.

Steve: maybe I would pay him a visit too.

Thor: Oh it’s nothing.

Steve has left the chat.

Thor: I didn’t hurt him that badly.

Bucky: I still want to know about that fanfiction.

Y/N: God damn it, it was about you and Steve Fucking, will you shut up now?

Thor: So you are homosexual, Mr. Barnes?

Bucky: No, I am not.

Bucky: But would you mind sending me link tho?

Thor: I want to read it too.

Y/N: No Thor, I will find you some fanfiction about Jane and you.

Y/N: Meanwhile, don’t hit me with no thunder.

Y/N: Bucky come to my room and I will show you.

Thor: I would never hurt you, Lady Y/N.

Thor: Only because you would hurt me ten times more.

Bucky has left the chat.

Y/N: Ah my child.

Thor: You have a child, Lady Y/N?

Y/N: No Thor, I don’t, but I may adopt you.

Thor: I don’t think that will be quiet possible, considering my age.

Y/N: Yeah but your mental age is three so it’s fine.

Y/N has left the chat

Thor: I do not have a mental age of a three year old.

Thor: Oh she left.

Thor: But I do enjoy the chocolate.

Thor: Was that what she meant?

Thor has left the chat.

It has always been you  (Tony x Reader ) 13rw

 Request; Can I request a Tony imagine, please? (Tony from 13 reasons why) can I have it where the reader (female preferably) and him have been best friends for a while and the read always thought he was gay and Justin is the readers other best friend and he accidentally slips up that the reader likes Tony and the reader walks off angry and upset but Tony chases after them and admits that he likes them too, I hope this makes sense :)


A/N; Woah you guys I have like 10 request right now I’m so excited also I’m so sorry about my last Jason imagine it was shitty af I’m just going to delete it later. Also, I love the request you guys are sending me like omg you guys have amazing imaginations I received 2 AU soulmates and I can’t wait to write it.Also tony is my father don’t fight me on this, this is short kinda   (Y/F/N)= your friend name.

Alterations: Tony is straight

Warnings: none just fluff 😝😝

Word counter; 1,272 

GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO ORIGINAL OWNER 

Originally posted by teddy-bae

You and Tony have always been best friends going over each other house having sleepovers helping him fix up that red mustang he loves, sometimes you would tease him about how he loves that car more than you but he will always tell you otherwise.I know it was weird you didn’t really have any girlfriends since you didn’t actually fit in. Well, there was that one girl Hannah Baker she was nice to you I guess you could call her your “friend”. You guys hung out once in a while mostly because she knew Tony. Tony has always been there for you through everything he truly was your best friend, your soulmate, or at least that’s what you thought on your side. You and Tony basically grew up together so it was hard to differentiate between the friendly love you had and the actual love.You first realized you loved Tony your first year of high school, it never really mattered though Tony always saw you as the little sister plus you were almost certain he was gay. I mean you really didn’t have any suspicion until sophomore year when he started hanging out with that gay Clay.They hung out almost every day, of course, you didn’t mind clay was a cool kid sometimes Hannah will tag along and you guys would go watch a movie or go bowling.Tony seem to care a lot about clay always behind him asking him if he ate, if he had fun, if he finally made a move on Hannah, how his day went sometimes he even gave them a ride home. Now don’t get it twisted Tony did the same thing with you but you were his best friend so it wasn’t odd or rare.So your guess was that Tony was gay and he had a crush on Clay.

You walked through the halls of Liberty high on your way to the cafeteria to meet up with your friends who again were mainly guys.The group consisted of Tony, Justin, Zach, Clay, Hannah who occasionally showed up, Courtney who can be bitchy sometimes and Marcus who tried to be nice but in all honesty gave you a bad vibe. You mainly only hung out with Tony and Justin since they were both your closest friend. The only people that knew how you felt about Tony were Justin and Hannah, you told Justin one night when you were drunk, he promised to keep his mouth  shut even though he still teases you sometimes and Hannah she just kind of asked you one day said she could “ see the love you both had for each other” more like the love you had by yourself, you were sure Tony wasn’t interested.You walk into the cafeteria and spot your friends at your usual table Tony, Clay, Zach and Justin you sit down greeting everyone and then engage in the conversation.

CHANGE POV

“so winter formal this weekend who are you guys taking ?” Zach asks

“ I think I’m taking Jessica” Justin replies smirking earning a “ that’s my boy” from Zach

Tony turned to Clay “ and who are you taking Clay ?” Clay looks up from the paper he’s writing and shrugs

“ I don’t know yet, I’m forced to go because I lost a bet to Jeff,”Clay says turning his attention back to his paper. Why does Tony even care?

“ Who are you taking Zach ?” I ask Zach to change the conversation

“ Oh yeah about that I was going to ask you if you could set me up with (Y/F/N) I ask her myself be she looks kind of mean, “ He says which causes the guys to chuckle.

“I’ll try no promises though, she likes guys who step up not the ones who are scared to talk to her, “ I say laughing “Talking about guys who step up Clay how about asking Hannah, It’s clear that  you like her,“ I say turning to clay

“ I-I don’t Know what you’re talking about,” Clay says stuttering

“ Well if we are talking about people who clearly like people and should be asking them to the dance why haven’t you asked Tony yet (Y/N)?” Justin turns to me with a raised eyebrow.

In that moment my heart stopped everything around was flowing but my blood no longer was in the state of shock I managed to grab my bag and rushed out the cafeteria.I walked out the school sitting in one of the benches out in the Parking lot. As I sat there replaying what was now my reality I realized this was no longer my average day.A tear began to well up in my eyes, they began to fall as I  felt someone approach me I tried to wipe them away. I lifted my head realizing it was Tony and my tears began flowing again. I don’t even know why I was crying I’ve never been an emotional person but in this moment I was ashamed, well that was kind of an understatement. I felt Tony take a sit next to me and he cups my cheek wiping my tears away.

“ hey, hey why are you crying? there’s nothing to cry about okay “ Tony says

“I-I just I was going to tell you but, “ I say stuttering

“Hey It’s okay,” he says wiping my tears away again “ How long ?” He asks

“ W-what?” I say not understanding

“ how long have you liked me ?” he says turning to face the front

“ I- I” I struggle to get my words together

“I first realized I loved you our freshman year of high school,  you looked so ready to take on the world , so sure of yourself you have your whole life figured out and I like that, I like that a lot oh hell with that I think I love you even before that but it took time for me to realize that it was more than just a friendly love its love, love I love you (Y/N) “ He says turning to me almost breathless.

“ You -you what, “ I say not quite understanding I mean I thought he liked Clay

“ I said I love you,” he says cupping my cheeks and kissing me. The kiss was slow and passionate bringing a certain intensity towards the both of us. He pulls away slowly and keeps his forehead on mine.

“ I don’t understand I-I thought you like Clay?” I whisper

He pulls away with a puzzled look on his face “ you thought I what ?” he says

“I thought you were gay and you like Clay because you’re always worried about him and stuff,” I say a little embarrassed now that I think about this my calculations might have been a little misguided.

“ Well no I’m not gay and No I don’t like Clay I’m just being a good friend, I wanna get him and Hannah together they deserved each other plus It’s you it has always been you, “ he says chuckling

“That makes sense, “ I say laughing at my stupid theory

“ Well now that we have that out of the way (Y/N) would you give me the honor of escorting you to the winter formal ?” he asks standing up and putting his hand out  

“ yes I would love to, “ I say jumping up he catches me and then we share a passionate kiss

It was me it has always been me

The moonlight | Jughead x Reader

Request: “a jughead x reader imagine where the reader can’t sleep and they cuddle? fluff please!!“ by @ xxcalignosityxx

Summary: Sleepless nights is the worst.Only you, your thought, and the moonlight, but Jughead is always there and this make them better.

Words: 651

Warnings: Fluff, humor, mention of past abuse (I’m starting to question my ability to write pure fluff, sorry)

A/N(IMPORTANT): I didn’t expect that so many of you will like the 3rd part of I don’t remember (I know that I say that every time, but that is only because I’m still really shocked and grateful). This story should be published yesterday, before the new episode (Riverdale is an American tv show, and I have six hours of the time difference with you guys, so I always schedule them to publish around 4/5 PM ENT. (I don’t know, If that time is okay with you guys, so please give me some feedback), but something didn’t work right, sorry. Many of you asked about the 4th part of I don’t remember - I’m in the middle of writing it, so will probably publish it on Sunday. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again.

Send me your requests (I can do different characters not only Jughead), asks, feedback. Message me if you want. Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite! 

(This episode gave me excellent gifs - originally by @ sunshine-cactus, but I edited them so they fit into the story)

The silver of moonlight slid in through the crack between the curtains and spilled onto Jughead’s face and shoulders. Wavy chocolate hair was spread around his head. Soft, warm breath puffed from his lungs. His soft features, blurred at the edges with a silver glow, forehead and chin and jawline rendered in soft shadow. I closed my eyes again and tried to felt asleep. For the first time, I was the one that couldn’t sleep. I was curious what time it was, but I forced myself not to move. I didn’t want to wake Jughead up.

Jughead’s past wasn’t perfect. He had a difficult childhood. And now, even after so many years, sometimes, he was afraid to close his eyes. He never admired that. He didn’t have to. I knew him too well to understand why every day, when he waked up he checked, with his eyes closed, if I was lying next to him and when he was sure that it’s not a dream, then and only then he opened his eyes. Sometimes I felt that he checked if I am here, also, in the middle of the night. Light touch of fingertips on my cheek or hand. The sight of relief and then his breath slowed down, and he felt asleep again.

“You can’t sleep?” Jughead voice wasn’t sleepy. He was fully awake. I was angry at myself. Probably my leg twitched, or the rhythm of my breath changed. The light sleep let Jughead survive when he was little. Something happened, he needed to took Jellybean and find some safe place. I felt that I had tears in my eyes.

“Hey (Y/N), what happened?”, he asked worriedly

"I wake you up.”

“It’s nothing. Don’t be ridiculous” Jughead pulled me gently, he softly pressed his lips to mine, then he moved away but only for a few centimeters, so our lips were almost touching. He wiped my tears with his finger. I put my hand in his hair.

“You should wear them like that more often.”

“By "like that” you mean my bed hair, which is so tangled that using a comb tomorrow will be a really challenge?“
I laughed.

"I mean without the hat” I rolled my eyes. We were both smiling when Jug kissed me again.

“I will think about that, but you know I really like my beanie”

“Yes I know, and sometimes I get jealous that you will live me for it” I teased and he laughed

“Never” our forehead teased and I looked into his blue-greenish eyes. “(Y/N)(Y/L/N) I will never, ever leave you.”

“I hope so,” I said, and I put my head on his chest. He put his head on my forehead and hugged me. He started to draw little circles on my back with his finger. I took his hand and I interlaced my fingers with his. “Our hands are looking magic in the moonlight so light.” I though, when silver light spilled onto them.

“It’s unrealistic” Jughead mumbled in my hair like he was reading my mind.

“Our hands?”

“Everything, you and me, this flat, this bed… Everything”

“It’s real” I turned my head, so I could see him “It always was and it always will be real.”
He smiled lightly, but the smile didn’t include his eyes. He wasn’t sure, probably he never will be.

“What were you thinking about? Before?”

“Before what?”  I teased

“I waked up” he rolled his eyes

“Things.”

“Um? "Things”?“ He raised the eyebrow smile turned into the smirk.

"Not like that! Just things”  I snuggled my head into his chest. I heard his calmed heartbeat.

He hugged harder. The warm from his body made me sleepy. My eyelids started to feel heavy. I yawned.

“I love you (Y/N)”

“I love you to Jug.”

Guys Night Out (one-shot)

Chris Evans/Reader

fluffy fluff fluff. I don’t really know what this is, but dancing with Chris is a dream. Also the songs that are mentioned are my guilty pleasures so please don’t judge 

Originally posted by a-khaleen


Originally posted by perfectfeelings

“Bye sweetheart, I’ll probably be home late” Chris says with a peck on my cheek.

“Okay, have fun” I turn around and kiss him properly before he breaks to kiss my forehead and leave.

Chris was having guys night with some friends that were in town for the weekend. Which meant I finally had time to get all my work done. As soon he left I turned on a calming playlist for background music while I finished the work that should have been done a week ago. Thankfully I’m almost never behind on my work, so on the few occasions where I am, my boss understands. I will say, though, that all of those occasions have been because of Chris. I love the man, I do. But he has a hard time understanding that my work isn’t always done when I leave the office and that sometimes I just need him to leave me alone for like an hour so I can finish everything.

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⚔ ✞ The Mortal Instruments (book series) ✞ ⚔

90 sentence starters from books one through six of The Mortal Instruments. send one for my muses reaction! Feel free to change anything that needs changing in order for it to make sense to have come from your muse.

It may look like a person and talk like a person and maybe even bleed like a person, but it’s a monster. ❞
I may be a killer, but I know what I am. Can you say the same? ❞
Unfortunately we’re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it’s either tea or nothing. ❞
The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me. ❞
If you were half as funny as you thought you were, you’d be twice as funny as you are. ❞
The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love. ❞
I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain. ❞
Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound? ❞
If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked. It would have been a lot less painful. ❞
Next time you’re planning to injure yourself to get my attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders. ❞
You could try not being charming all the time. It might be a relief for everyone. ❞
If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, you will never learn from your mistakes. ❞
You know, most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction. ❞
You tore my heart out years ago when you betrayed and deserted me. ❞
You’re skilled enough, but you could not kill me. You have always been softhearted. ❞
I’m pure at heart. It repels the dirt. ❞
You think charm is the same as honesty? I used to think so. I was wrong. ❞
I prefer to think that I’m a liar in a way that’s uniquely my own. ❞
Don’t bother feeding me some story about how you just happened to wander along after he spontaneously died. I know you did this. ❞
Look on the bright side, if they need a human sacrifice, you can always offer me. ❞
Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. ❞
I wish I could hate you. I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. ❞
I admire your stubbornness. It’s so much like mine. ❞
You never got a chance to tell me the truth. I don’t trust you, I want you to know that, but I thought I’d give you the chance to tell me. ❞
We are meant for a higher purpose, you and I. The distractions of the world are just that, distractions. If we allow ourselves to be turned aside from our course by them, we are duly punished. ❞
I’ve heard the word ‘fear’, I simply choose to believe it doesn’t apply to me. ❞
I’d say it’s been nice meeting you, but, in fact, it hasn’t. It’s been quite awkward, and frankly, the next time I see you will be far too soon. ❞
I thought I’d lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while. It relaxes me. ❞
I hope you know what I mean when I say I’m sorry you’re here, but I’m glad you’re with me. ❞
You disappear so completely into your head sometimes. I wish I could follow you. ❞
But isn’t that what love is? Ownership? 'I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,’ as the Song of Songs goes. ❞
Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body. That just leads to unhappiness and surprise ambushes. ❞
Every time you almost die, I almost die myself. ❞
You’re not going. If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going. ❞
You were just upset about being left behind, like a child, and you had a tantrum. And now we’re here. Lost. ❞
Go ahead and do whatever you want, regardless of who it hurts. You always do anyway, don’t you? ❞
You could at least pretend you were glad to see me. Even a little bit. ❞
I have a fetish for damsels in distress. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish. ❞
I know how you think you feel about me. You don’t, though. You just like me because I’m safe. There’s no risk. ❞ And then you never have to try to have a real relationship, because you can use me as an excuse. ❞
I felt like you were someone I’d always been waiting for. I saw you feel it too. Don’t tell me you didn’t. ❞
You think you only want me because you’re evil, not human. You just want something else you can hate yourself for. I won’t let you use me to prove to yourself how worthless you are. ❞
I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else—someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do. ❞
Anyway, I just saved you from being burned to death, so I figure you’re not allowed to be mad. ❞
I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then. ❞
I always figure it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission in these sorts of situations. ❞
I want them to writhe and die on the ground. They deserve shame before they get oblivion. ❞
So now what? You’re going to kill me while I’m tied up? Does the thought of fighting me scare you that much?
You keep passing out on me. It’s extremely tedious. ❞
But I thought of you—I saw you there, clearly, as if you were standing in front of me, watching me, and I knew I wanted to live, wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything, if only so that I could see your face one more time. ❞
I am a man, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown. ❞
Oh, good. You’re starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That’s not a sign of impending megalomania or anything. ❞
Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good. ❞
It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense. ❞
You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me. ❞
You would do anything to save him, whatever it cost you, whatever you might owe to Hell or Heaven, would you not? ❞
Latent homosexual panic will do you in every time. ❞
You villains and your creepy eugenics programs are starting to bore me. ❞
Killing them is the most merciful thing you can do. ❞
I am a woman. I will use any weapon and all weapons to get what I want. ❞
I don’t know why I had to fall in love with someone who’s more stubborn than I am. ❞
God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken. ❞
Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort. ❞
Let me break it down for you. I’m young. I’m pretty. And I’m willing to burn the whole world to the ground to get what I want. ❞
You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart. Don’t tell me any differently. ❞
Viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me. ❞
I was going to kill someone today. I just wasn’t sure who when I woke up this morning. I do love mornings, so full of possibilities. ❞
Goodness is not kindness, and there is nothing crueler than virtue. ❞
Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places. Perhaps hearts are the same. ❞
We are so much lovelier when we fall. ❞
You are mine. You have always been mine. When you were born, you were mine, though you did not know me. There are bonds that nothing can erase. ❞
Mercy is a condition of your agreement. ❞
The things you’ve done are too terrible to ever be forgiven, and you don’t even know they’re terrible. I will never forgive you. I will never love you. ❞
You lie when you tell me you’ll never love me. ❞
I’ve given you your chance to come willingly now. I’ve paid in blood and inconvenience to have you with me by your own choice. But I will take you unwilling, just the same. ❞
I only have two reactions to bad news - uncontrollable rage and then a sharp left turn into boiling self-hatred. ❞
This better be really juicy. And weird. Were bicycles involved in some kinky way? Vacuum cleaners? Umbrellas? ❞
The wishes of our hearts are weapons that can be used against us. ❞
I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone. ‘He Was Heterosexual and Had Low Expectations.’ ❞
It was a little homoerotic, maybe, but I’m secure in my sexuality. ❞
You must love me. I never thought you’d admit anyone was prettier than you. ❞
I loved you recklessly from the moment I knew you. I never cared about the consequences. ❞
There are things we want, down under what we know, under even what we feel. There are things our souls want, and mine wants you. ❞
I can read your face like a very open, very pornographic book. I wish I couldn’t. ❞
It doesn’t matter if I hurt you because you belong to me. I can do what I want with you. ❞
I don’t want other people touching you or owning you or hurting you. I want you to be around, to admire me and to see what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished. ❞
You have a dark heart in you, and it is a darkness we share. ❞
When I am all there is in your world, when I am all that is left, you will love me back. ❞
Hate me. Rejoice when I die. The last thing I would want now would be to bring you more grief. ❞
Ghosts are memories, and we carry them because those we love do not leave the world. ❞
We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss. ❞

4

A/N: I was asked by @kaya174 if I was going to do a second part to this, and I didn’t intend to but here we are! 

Part one


“So Doctor?” Amy asked swinging round the console as the doctor flicked switches here and there with a skip and and a jump. “Yes thats me” he grinned then paused suddenly “sometimes” he corrected before continuing with his jumping. “How many rooms are in this place?” she asked
“Yeah, I found a door labelled ‘scone room’” Rory said pulling a face and the doctor shot him a look “What’s wrong with that?” he asked “I like scones” he said with an additional mutter under his breath. “Yeah, but it leads to questions, how many rooms?” Amy asked again.
“Oh I don’t know um… a lot?” he said as if too many things where going on in his head and throwing his arms in the air as he thought. “Hang… on” he said pausing suddenly as if he was realising something that should have been obvious. “There’s something else… what is it?” he asked, the doctors voice had become caring and soft. “Doctor, what’s the room with the wooden door?” Amy asked curiously with a bounce as she made her way over to her best friend. His face fell. Why do all the latest companions keep asking? “Nothing, forget it” he said and tried to fake being the excitable puppy he usually was. “No” Amy said dragging out the letters in her Scottish accent. “What is it? Only door to look like its falling apart, so it has to be something” she said following him as he danced around the centre of the TARDIS. “Well of course it has to be something, it can’t literally be nothing, thats impossible. But it doesn’t matter, just leave it.”

“Right well then–“ she said before glancing at her husband and nodding. Before the doctor could stop either of them they had disappeared into the TARDIS corridors. He sighed and leaned his elbows on the console so that his head could rest in the palms of his hands in exhaustion. “Why Y/N does no one ever listen to me?” he muttered out loud.

“Amy?” Rory hissed as he followed her down the corridors. “He said don’t”
“Yeah and when do I listen to him? There is something about this door and its important” she said. On reaching the door she reached out on of her perfectly manicured hands and twisted the handle. “It won’t open” she complained
“Mind out” Rory said and she moved to one side trying to open it as well but still nothing. “Move” said a soft voice behind the pair made them freeze, look at each other with a sideways glance  before turning around to see the doctor stood there. His face was forlorn, that sad expression he did when he was thinking about the past. “Donna found this room as well…” he said and smiled sadly a little bit “I really ought to hide it better” he mused.
“Doctor, what’s in there?” Amy asked again. “Something I tried very hard to forget about” he sighed before stepping forwards and pushing the door open without even trying.

On walking in Amy and Rory saw the same thing Donna Noble had done all those years ago; dark and dusty filled with the same furniture. The TARDIS may have changed but this room is a constant. “Doctor… what is this…?” Amy asked “and who is she?” Amy pointed at a picture frame on the vanity table, it was of a girl with Y/C/H and a kind face. “She um…” it was as if the doctor was struggling to find the right words to explain what had happened, or didn’t want to. “Hang on, is that a… a cot?” Rory asked and the doctor smile sadly “Um… yeah.”

“Doctor, do you have children?” Amy asked and he shook his head “She was going to-“
“She being?”
“Y/N she was going to have a baby” he said and tears began to well in his eyes. This regeneration of the doctor is much more open emotionally than the last one.  “My baby” he added before falling on the bed, face first. What Amy and Rory didn’t know was that he had fallen onto your pillow. Breathing in the sent of your perfume that lingered behind, preserved by the TARDIS just like everything else in the room. “Doctor?” Amy asked carefully, glancing at Rory and creeping forwards to sit on the edge of the bed to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. His head rolled over to look at her, his eyes red and tear streaked cheeks. “What was she like?” Amy asked in an attempt to try and cheer him up. “She was… she was like a star… my own personal star that stayed with me. She was… she was Y/N” he told her before sitting up slowly to look at the pair. “We where going to have a baby… she worried it was going to have three heads or a space face” he chuckled remembering.

“Doctor?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to take a stab in the dark and say something like this has never happened before?” you asked and he glanced at you from behind the console with a frown. “You mean…?”
“I mean” you said jumping to your feet, facing him and forcing him to stop jumping around and look at you. “What if its got I don’t know… three heads or a space face?” you pulled a disgruntled face
“A space face, whats that supposed to mean?” he asked looking almost offended and going to play with something on the console. “Oh you really bother me sometimes” you huffed “you know what I mean!” he shot you another look “Time lord” you pointed at him. “Human” you pointed at yourself. “Baby” you pointed at your stomach. Tears welled a little in your eyes as you began to panic and your heart began to race. He saw the fear on your face and sighed stopping to walk round and pull you close into his arms and place a kiss on your forehead. “No, this hasn’t happened before… but I promise Y/N that I’ll keep you, both, safe.”

“What happened to her?” Amy asked pulling the doctor back to reality. “She died. She had gone to labour…” the doctor trailed off again as the tears over took. Amy’s hand flew to her mouth as her heart broke. “Y/N died… I couldn’t save her, the baby was too much like me. I killed her” he cried.