and don't forget son

that-one-wolf-grrl  asked:

HELLO OMYGOSH YOUR ASK IS FINALLY OPEN THANKGOODNESSI'VEBEENWAITINGAGESTO ASK YOU STUFF! What would the 104th +Veterans wear to sleep in a modern AU? (please don't forget my precious son Marco) THANK YOU HAJIMAMA, KEEP IT UP THE GOOD WORK! ☆*:.。. o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆

Mikasa: Cute Payama undies (like a short payama, preferably with bunnies)
Reiner: Nothing
Bertholdt: Ugly shorts he has since he’s 12
Annie: undies and a huge shirt
Eren: T Shirt and boxers
Jean: Boxers only
Marco: Boxers
Sasha: Sleepshirt
Connie: Briefs
Historia: A shirt from Ymir and panties
Armin: Boxers and a normal t shirt
Ymir: Panties 
Levi: Everyday clothes
Hanji: Whatever
Erwin: Payama with stripes
Nanaba: Matching short payama
Mike: Payama pants

Also another thing rowaelin shippers like to say is that Dorian is too “soft” and kind and not “badass enough” to be Aelin’s significant other…

That.. that is the most ridiculous reasoning i’ve ever heard. If Dorian wasn’t “soft” and kind he wouldn’t have given Aelin those books from his own library in tog, he wouldn’t have given her fleetfoot, and he sure as hell wouldn’t have been as sweet and nice to her as he was in the books. When she needed a friend he was there for her how does that make him too soft?

Not only that but “not badass enough”? Seriously? Did we read the same series? What exactly is your definition of badass anyway, ready to kill 24/7? Aelin and Rowan already have those mindsets it would be incredibly boring if there were three chracters like that. True, Dorian isn’t badass like Aelin, he’s badass for many other reasons.

He’s an expert swordsman, which the fandom forgets constantly, and he can defend himself if he needs too. In CoM Dorian discovered his raw magic and in HoF he began to practice with it and hone it (which was cut short because of his asshole father and the collar). I mean he has magic that he can bend into any shape he wants, how is that not super cool? Also Dorian is amazing at diplomacy, something that Aelin and her court are terrible at, and to rule a kingdom you need to be able to negotiate without threatening to kill everyone to get your way. Dorian being Aelins mate/husband would work out amazing because Aelin is very cunning and a fantastic strategist/planner in regards to battling and war while Dorian is equally cunning when it comes to diplomacy and negotiation. Seriously these two would be a force to be reckoned with. They would also balance each other out, Aelin would fight when they needed to fight, and Dorian would negotiate when they needed peace. 

Honestly Dorian and Aelin complement each other. They parallel each other in so many ways and they would be a perfect fit. The reason Rowan doesn’t work with Aelin is because he’s just like her; territorial 24/7 and hella fucking violent all the time. Aelin would be better off having him in her court than as her significant other because all of his suggestions in regards to conflict would be “kill them” when it wouldn’t always be necessary. 

Also don’t you fucking dare equate “softness” to weakness in regards to Dorian. His entire drive, his entire motivation is to be better than his father, to make a better world than the one his father made. Being kind in a cruel world is not, nor will it ever be a weakness.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JONATHAN JOESTAR YOU WERE TOO GOOD TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD BUT YOU MADE THE MOST OF THE TIME YOU HAD ON IT AND WERE GOOD TO YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS YOU EVEN SHOWED COMPASSION TO DIO YOU ARE A TRUE SAINT PLEASE FRIENDS LET’S NOT FORGET THE SACRIFICES HE MADE FOR HIS DESCENDANTS HIS FAMILY AND FRIENDS AND THE WORLD

*gross sobbing*I can feel my inner dredd kicking in
—  Me, a person who suffers the kinning of that asshole
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REALLY STUPID COMIC I AM SORRY. Present day AU older Mav and Benny are THE most dysfunctonial couple and they’re DUMB AS HELL. I am also dumb as hell.

(Also demonstates rather well why I don’t do comics on my own.)

Spawned by this drawing.

anonymous asked:

Hi! If you ever have any free time, can I request a prompt from you? Some small Stanley and Ma Pines bonding? Stanley is sick and his mom is taking care of him. "I can't believe I got sick before Ford." "What I can't believe is you're actually sick" "If you didn't believe I was sick then why did you pick me up from school?" "Eh, I didn't have anything better to do." And they watch tv and he falls asleep.

This answer was not meant to be more than a few lines, but that’s what happens when I spend the weekend watching the Star Trek: TOS marathon. Anyway, bless this trash mom and her trash son, I love a lot, bye.


“Alright, somebody better quick explain why I was dragged away from work,” Mrs. Pines strutted into the principal’s office, hands strung loosely over her hips, heels clicking furiously against the tile. “I gotta be home before Mrs. Proffitt finishes her spiel, so that gives us, oh, forty minutes tops.”

From where he sat, miserable and hunched, Stan’s headache increased tenfold. Great, now he was in for it. Across from him, Principal Burbridge – a squat man with bushy sideburns, who obviously had it out for Stan – seemed to relish in his despair.

“Mrs. Pines, please take a seat. This shouldn’t take long,” he said smoothly. Mrs. Pines marched up to his desk but didn’t sit, instead gazing down at her son in exasperation.

“What did you do?” she demanded, as if reading from a practiced script.

Before Stan could get a word in edgewise, the principal crashed through his defense with the single accusation, “Your son claims to be ill.”

Unruffled, Mrs. Pines’ eyebrow lifted a fraction of an inch. “Claims?” she said anticlimactically. It definitely wasn’t the worst charges brought against Stan in his five years of schooling.

“Stanley has visited the nurse four times this month alone, complaining of temporary deafness, mathematical amnesia, and most notably, the plague.” The principal’s brow rose sharply. “And let’s not forget the incident with the fake vomit.”

That the cafeteria’s chowder made for a believable puke substitute should be the thing currently under fire, Stan thought ruefully.

Rolling her eyes, Ma Pines eyed her son discerningly, watching him quell under her glare. Whatever she saw, however, stunted her growing irritation; she brushed the back of her hand over his forehead, frowning at the heat.

“Did you take his temperature?” she asked the principal, flatly. “Because he feels warm. Really warm.”

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