and he picked will!

Can we take a minute to talk about how excited Candace Cranston was for her son? First it was “Billy, Jason Scott is here to see you!” And then it was “Jason Scott and Kimberly Hart and Zack Taylor and some girl named Deedee (Trini) are here to see you!”

Just… imagine Candace trying to raise a son on her own, especially when he clearly gets bullied and has a hard time making friends, and over the course of eleven days, he goes from no friends to four other kids coming to pick him up, actually initiating positive interaction with him and I can only imagine how happy it made her to see her son making friends.

anonymous asked:

people always talk about how louis supported harry and encouraged him to become his true self and never worry about what other people think. but think about this, harry was maybe the first person aside from jay that truly saw what a star (the sun) louis was and probably told him every single fucking day that he was going to change the world one day. PICK SOMEONE SUPPORTIVE

they’re both so in love and bring out the best in each other, the sun and moon if you will



  • new fire is tiny and he likes to crouch a lot and do windmill arms?? he kept touching the guy filming too and handed him his pick at one point it was cute fuck i like him already
  • new water is a very skinny dude, not very Turnt but that seems to be a thing with water ghouls lmfao
  • couldn’t really see earth or aether most of the time. couldnt see earth at fucking all so honestly i dont know
  • 👏NEW👏AIR👏
BTS REACTS TO: s/o being flirted with but not knowing

Obli Anon Asked: So my friends have told me that I’m oblivious to most things especially like when someone is flirting. If you could please do a reaction when their s/o is being flirted with and they don’t notice. (Sorry for English) of it’s too much trouble you don’t have to 

This is me asf. It honestly flies right over my head. Sometimes, I even start flirting back and I won’t even know that I’m flirting. - Admin Dayna


Once upon a time, when you and Jin had been in the earlier stages of dating, it used to deeply annoy him how naïve you were in terms of flirting. It took forever for you to pick up that he was interested in you. But when it came down to actually dating you, it annoyed him how naïve you were to others flirting with you in front of him. He used to get the urge to grab your shoulders and rattle you up a bit. Now that the two of you were a couple months into officially dating, Jin got used to it and eventually found it a little funny. Especially when someone else would flirt with you. You’d stand there pretty much clueless to the person’s advances, and Jin would watch as the person’s pride withered and their hope of getting anywhere with you disappeared. It was a good little show. A popcorn-worthy spectacle. 

Originally posted by softfluffytae

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FUNNY STORY so I made a valentine for a friend a while ago and said friend posted it on twitter and tagged Cam, without telling me. he found it and RTed it and not even half an hour later I get a message from him and his fiancée telling me how much they love my art, and would I do a piece for them? you bet your ass I said yes - Gasson Hall at Boston College, acrylic on canvas, 12hrs total work time. they arranged to have me come down after the game at Verizon yesterday so I could give it to him. I was nervous as hell and this man who is clearly older sees me and smiles and says “oh! you must be scout! hi there, I’m Mr. Atkinson, Cam’s dad! nat [fiancée] told me you’d be here!” and he just picks up a conversation with me like it’s nothing. luckily my mom knows more New England lore than I do. Cam comes up and looks for us and the first thing he does is grin and go “hi!!” and then apologize for not being able to grab me a stick from the game before they packed them up. we talk for a while about college and the pride tape thing and the scooter gang and he’s just marveling at the painting the entire time, I was about ready to die, ok. i mentioned I didn’t own an NHL jersey yet and he’s like UM we need to fix that send us your address! it was so cute. he made sure to give me a hug and was like “we need to get a picture together!” and WOW I was exceptionally anxious but Cam Atkinson is the sweetest human being and everything worked out and now my art is going on the wall of their house!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAT

NCT-127/U reacts to you falling over & playing it off by saying “looks like I’ve fallen for you”

So the idea of this request was that you fall and play it off by saying “Looks like I’ve fallen for you”, so it’s a reaction to you falling, and you playing it off. I hope I wrote it correctly but it was really fun to write, thank you for requesting! 


 At you falling, he’d have to supress his laughter and would quickly check if you were alright, not wanting to be hurtful but finding your clumsiness hard not to laugh over. When you gave him the cheesy “Looks like I’ve fallen for you” line, he’d stop trying to supress his laughter and jokingly warn you he’d leave you on the floor for your bad pick up line type joke.

Originally posted by taesyong


 Immediately seeing you fall, his caring side would come out - coming to your side and checking your okay, probably brushing you off and fixing your hair or something. Hearing you playing it off, he’d laugh, relieved you weren’t hurt, but might get kind of shy and blushy, finding your joke awfully cheesy but also adorable, doing that little bounce thing he does as he laughed at your cuteness.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes


 Once you fell, it might take him a moment to notice if he was absorbed in the conversation, probably walking on a few steps before realising you weren’t replying, before turning to find you on the floor. I can see him jokingly scolding your clumsiness, but would help you up and move on to avoid any embarrassment for you. He seems very quick witted, so as soon as he heard your joke, he’d reply something like “who doesn’t”, smug at you jokingly confessing to you and his reply. 

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou


Seeing you fall, he’d probably be the most likely to laugh outwardly - not to upset you, but because he likes to laugh, though would make it clear he wasn’t laughing at you in a harsh way. A joke like that would probably make him walk away, jokingly dissapointed with such a cheesey line, brushing back his hair and trying to act cool and unaffected by the joke, even if he was internally trying his hardest not to laugh at it/you.

Originally posted by nakamotens


Another one to show his caring side after you fell, he’d ask you if you were hurt and try to help you up, if you were grazed even slightly he’d end up making a fuss and telling you to be more careful. At the attempt at playing it off he’d sigh and try to act as if he found it cringey, rolling his eyes at you and jokingly warding off the advances, but would secretly find it cute and tease you about it later.

Originally posted by sweetlyoriginalthing


 Seeing you fall, he’d be at your side asking if your okay, but still supressing a smile on his face at the fall. Hearing the joke, he’d let out his laughter knowing you were okay, applauding your bad joke with only slight sarcasm, secretly pleased you’d used the bad pick up line on him. I can see him being the type to google some similar bad pick up lines to use on you at random points, and enjoying trying to one up you with the bad jokes.

Originally posted by nakamotens


Jaehyun would be clingy and protective after you fell, helping you back up and offering to keep a firm grip on you so you didn’t fall anymore, or maybe even a piggyback if you were hurt slightly. After you played it off, he’d be cringey and playfully tell you off for the bad joke, saying you needed to come up with better even if it did boost his ego a bit. 

Originally posted by yonges


I see WinWin as someone who’s more used to being taken care of, rather than taking care of others, so would be unsure how to comfort/help you when you fell. At the joke he’d laugh and get a bit flustered, glad you were okay enough to play it off. He might try and joke back, saying he’d be careful not to hurt you with his looks or something similar to show he was on the same page as you.

Originally posted by fywinwin


He wouldn’t make a big deal of you falling, not wanting you to be embarrased, but would quickly help you up and make sure you were okay. The joke however, he’d laugh at with that one giggle of his, like the reaction king he is, finding it so cheesy it was hilarious. 

Originally posted by never-bin-kissed


At your fall, he’d joke at how clumsy you were but would help you up if you were actually hurt. At the attempt to play it off, he’d jokingly fall over and say “I fell for me too”, causing you to laugh together at the dumb jokes. He’d probably also be one to hold it over you and randomly bring up the time ‘you literally fell for him’ whenever he wanted to tease you.

Originally posted by mxrksgf

Whipped...friends?? Or...not anymore??

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)

Whipped…friends?? Or… (Part Two)

Had Harry known Y/N was gonna be in New York he would have picked her up at the airport. He would have given her no other choice but to finally confront him because surely she wouldn’t have wanted to walk in this cold weather.

And he should’ve taken that moment back at the restaurant. Pulled her away from that bloke and asked who the hell he was. He would’ve told her he misses her, that in all honesty he’s very confused because he doesn’t know what he did to have her acting like he doesn’t exist. He can’t understand how she’s able to cut him out of his life this easily. He would tell her it hurts that she managed to do so. He should’ve taken that moment at the restaurant, but he didn’t.

And what infuriates him the most, is that Gemma knew.

He’s been on the phone with her for the past fifteen minutes. Ten of those spent going on about having seen her out with some guy he’s never before seen in his life. Harry’s moaned and complained, because ‘maybe she really is seeing someone, Gem. Maybe I’ve really lost m'chance.’

It wasn’t until then that Gemma decided to come forth with this information, coyly telling Harry that 'Y/N came over a few days ago to borrow a duffle cause she left hers at yours or summat.’

And Harry doesn’t know why she didn’t pop by his place to pick it up. Not like she was gonna run into him.

“You’re meant t’ tell me these type of things. M'ye’ brother.”

Harry’s been practically burning his hotel room floor from so much pacing, trying to figure out why in green Earth Gemma didn’t see 'fit’ to tell Harry that Y/N had told her she would be flying to the big apple.

“She hasn’t called ye’?” And what kind of question is that? She knows Harry’s not spoken to her since she left in a hurry that night.

“I’ve not gotten a single text, Gem.”

On the other end of line it sounds like Gemma’s shuffling about, and Harry can only imagine she’s just sat up by the tone to her next words.

“She hasn’t?,” and she sounds genuinely appalled.

Harry stops dead on his tracks, eyebrows furrowing deeper in thought. Why does he feel like she’s hiding something from him.

He runs his fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends in frustration, “what’re ye not tellin’ me, Gemma?”

And she’s quiet for about a minute, so Harry presses.


“I thought she was going t’ see you, Haz.”

“Why would she? She’s not been answerin’ m'calls. Why would she go out of her way and come t’ New York t’ see me?”

Was she? Why wouldn’t she call him when she landed?

“Wait, how did she know I was here?”

Again, a slight pause.

“I might’ve told her a few ago when we went out t’ brunch.” Gemma sounded sheepish, knowing fully well there was no reason to tell Y/N of his whereabouts. Not when apparently she wanted nothing to do with him.

“She’d asked me how ye’ were. If ye’ were doin’ alright. So I told her. She didn’t say much about it. And then when she came over for the duffle, I just. I had t’ ask Harry.”

She sounds even more nervous now.

“Ask wha’?” This has Harry feeling uneasy.

“She’s your best friends for Christ’ sake.”

“What did ye’ ask her, Gemma?”

He feels like he has to sit down for this. And when he reaches the edge of the bed and sits, he doubles over, elbows on his knees. One hand holding his phone up to his ear, the other pinching at his bottom lip.

“I honestly can’t understand why she cut all contact with you. So I asked her why. And when she didn’t wanna talk about it, I pressed.”

But he feels like that’s not all they talked. “Wha’ did she say?”

“She broke down, Harry. She told me she couldn’t be friends with you knowing you loved someone else.”


Why would she think that? Most importantly, why would she stop talking to him all together because of that.

“That’s what I said. Told her you would’ve told me if you had. Also told her that was no reason to drop the friendship. And so she finally confessed her feelings for you to me.”

Harry can almost hear his heart rate pick up.

“She said as much as she loves you, she couldn’t stand seeing you with someone else.”

“She said she loves me.” He’s whispering it to himself. This is why she didn’t want to see him? How could she possibly think he could love anyone else but her. He thought he’d made it so obvious. “Gemma, tell me ye’ didn’t-.”

“Of course not,” she cuts him off, “-tha’s yours to tell her. Which you should have, you git. Shoulda told her a long time ago.”

“D'y'know where she’s staying?”

He’s gotten up from the bed so fast it makes his head woozy. He’s not even fully pulled his hoodie over his shoulders when he slips on his boots.

“Harry, it’s one in the morning where you are.”

But he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he’ll have to hail a cab so late at night instead of searching for the keys to his rental, because frankly he doesn’t remember where he’s left them and he can’t be bothered to spend any more time looking for them.

“Gemma tell me where she is.”

It doesn’t take long for Harry to get a cabbie’s attention, he is Harry Styles after all.

In the blur of it all, he’s somehow ended up with the boys hollering over the phone at him. Cheering him on and telling him to go get his girl.

“Honest, s'bout time it happened for the pair o'ya.” Next to Harry, he reckons Liam’s probably the most romantic out of the lot.

“Wha’ if she doesn’t want me? Wha’ if s'too late and she’s happy with tha’ other bloke?”

To the rest of the world, it would be insane for anyone to think Harry Styles has moments like these. Moments of doubt when he radiates confidence. But honestly he’s just like any other human being trying to find love and someone to give his own to.

“Who? Her cousin? That’d be weird,man,” Niall chimes nonchalantly.

He can hear what sounds like two slaps to the arm before hearing Niall grunt in dissatisfaction.

Has everyone been hiding these vital specs of information from him.

But he doesn’t even have to ask before Niall’s explaining.

“Okay, yeh I knew she was goin’ t’ New York.”

Of course. In retrospect, Harry should’ve know Niall might’ve known. Next to Harry, Niall’s the closest to Y/N. What with him going back and forth dealing with the film and the magazine a few months ago, Liam doing his solo project and preparing for his and Cheryl’s baby, and Louis in LA most than not for Freddie; Niall’s the only one who’s just so happened to not travel much during the hiatus.And he never really minded taking Y/N with him when he did have things to do.

“She tol’ me she needed t'see you. N’ I didn’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

“Well tha’s great, innit? Everyone knew but me? Anythin’ else any o'ye would like t'share?”

He doesn’t mean to sound frustrated, but he Had he known all of this, everything would have gotten resolved earlier, and he wouldn’t have had to sulk over Y/N being out with a cousin. He wouldn’t have had to watch her walk away and out of that restaurant, an awful feeling in his heart at she sight of her with someone else.

But it’s all done, and at least now he knows the way she’d look at him, like she was smitten, wasn’t all in his head.

“Quit your mopping, Harold and just tell her how much you miss her.”

After Harry had told the boys what’d happened and asked them not to hassle him about it, they’d let off the teasing, didn’t wanna strike a nerve and make Harry feel bad. He is the baby after all. Now, Harry can’t help but smile sheepishly at the sound of all three making kissy noises on the other end of the line.

With whole hearted 'good luck’s from the boys, Harry hangs up and his mind goes back to wondering what will happen after tonight.

The rest of the drive there his mind’s still trying to process the fact that Y/N told Gemma she loves him. His Y/N loves him.

And when he reaches her suite, he’s not sure if she’ll open the door. Or if she’s even gotten into bed yet.

But he knocks nonetheless, and when he hears light footsteps getting closer on the other side, the butterflies in his tummy go wild.

“Who is it?” Oh how he’s missed hearing that voice.

“Room service.” He can’t risk her not opening if he tells her it’s him.

The door slides open just a bit then, and he sees her peek through it before hearing her yawn.

“Please,” is the first thing his head can muster up, “don’t shut me out, poppet.”

Y/N doesn’t know what to say…what to feel. After not seeing Harry for so long, here he is, stood in front of her hotel room, palm on the door as if to prevent her from closing it.

And she’d be a liar if she said she didn’t miss him. Hearing him plead for her not to deny him entrance.

She’s lost in a trance, looking him over, his eyes tired and hair a mess. Pink lips pursed into a line against the pale of his skin. And his green eyes, burning into her with a sad look.

But she doesn’t say anything. Just steps back into the darkness of the room, allowing Harry to slip in and shut the door behind him.

“I miss ye, kitten.” He breathes in relief, finally able to tell her so she doesn’t think he doesn’t.

She sighs, her back facing him, “Harry, can we please do this tomorrow?”

And Harry can’t deny that deflates him a bit. As much of a long shot as it was, he was really hoping she’d say she misses him too.

He strides over to her, but keeps his hands to himself even though he’s been dying to hug her again. There’s nothing else he can do with them but thumb at the rings to twist them around his fingers.

“No,” he whispers, determined. “M'not leaving until y'tell me wha’ I did wrong.” He wants to hear it from her lips.

She turns to look at him, towering above her. Too close, but too far. “You did nothing, Harry.”

“Then why’ve ye’ not been answerin’ m'calls?”


“Or replyin’ t’m'texts?”

She’s fiddling with the hem of her shirt, unsure of what to say. Surely she can’t tell him she couldn’t stand the chuckles and secret whispers between him and the guys over Harry’s probably now girlfriend. She can’t tell him she’s stupidly fallen in love with her best friend and him denying her would break her. But the way he’s looking at her right now makes her wanna melt back into his arms.  

She needs to say something, anything to end this conversation before she explodes.

“Don’t know how to say this. But I started seeing someone, and I wanna dedicate more of my time to him.”

Harry can’t believe she’s really trying to feed him that excuse.

“Oh really? Does he live here? Is tha’ why you’re in New York? Wha’s his name?” He challenges.

She stutters for longer than she should.

“Surely you’ve not forgotten the name of this said bloke you’re seein’?”

Y/N can feel herself getting frustrated. Not because she’s choked up on a simple name, or because it doesn’t seem like Harry will be leaving any time soon. No, she’s frustrated at the fact that Harry knows her so well he’s able to see past it and know she’s lying.

But she tries anyway, “umm, his name’s, umm-”

“Bullshit!” He’s calling her out. He’s gonna make her say it even if he has to stay til well into the next day.

It catches Y/N just a bit off guard though. But it’s enough for her to reach her limit.

“I don’t have to give you any explanations Harry!” And Harry doesn’t recall ever hearing her raise her voice. Other than at the telly during intense scenes from a show or a film, or when she’s driving.

“I don’t have to tell you who I’m dating. You sure as hell don’t tell me!” She brings her index finger up to poke at his chest. “But that’s okay because you don’t owe me any explanations either. So don’t ask me why I’ve not been coming around because I can’t give you an answer. So I hope you’ll be happy with your new girlfriend and I hope you have a great life together-”

“There was never anyone.” He tries to cut in, failing to stop her ramble.

“-because I’m sure she’s perfect in every sense of the word because you’d blush every time Niall or Louis or Liam whispered to you about her-”

“Tha’ was you they were teasin’ 'bout.” Another failed attempt.

“-and you deserve that Harry, you do.  Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine an-”

She grabs at her wrists to stop the gestures.

“Y/N. I love you.”

“And I know y-.”

That’s shuts her right up. And Y/N was really never expecting that.

“You what?” Almost an inaudible whisper.

Harry takes her hand in his then, intertwining their fingers, staring at how hers fit perfectly into his.

He scans her eyes as he brings his hands to cup neck, thumbs running over her jaw. And he honestly cannot understand why she would think he doesn’t.

His thumb pads graze the bottom of her lip before repeating himself.

“I love you.”

It’s then that she brings her hands to his hips, clenching the grey material of his hoodie.

“Harry, I-”

“Jus’ say it, poppet. M'right here.”

“I love you, too.”

Harry can’t hold back anymore.

So he closes the space between them, lips ghosting over hers. And when Y/N puckers her lips to firmly press into his, he knows she means what she’s said.

With a smile and another kiss.

Harry whisper one last time.

“I love you, so much.”

A/N: Wanna take a moment and say thank you to every single one of my readers, whether you follow or not. Thank you for taking the time and reading this unexpected short trilogy. Thank you for being patient with me when I was feeling uneasy about that second part.

And thank you to the anon who requested this.

I hope whilst you all read that it felt at least a bit real, even the slightest to brighten up your day.

Much love, LouM xx

Family Life

Summary: One day Mickey and Ian have to watch Yevgeny and Liam. To say the least, Lip is surprised at how good Mickey is with children when he finds them.

Word Count: 1013

Notes: I’ve had this in my drafts for a while, I don’t know why I haven’t posted it. Also, I’m working on a bunch of requests I’ve recently gotten so hopefully their posted soon!

“C’mon, Mickey, stop fucking complaining,” Ian shrugs at his boyfriend. “We watch Yev all the time, I think we’ll be able to handle Liam too.”

Mickey rolls his eyes. “Fine, whatever.” He lazily stands up and goes to check on his baby. One kid is enough for him to handle, he doesn’t know how anyone could handle two.

Just as he goes to pick up Yev from his crib, he hears a knock on the front door. Fortunately, Ian goes to answer it and lets Liam in the house. “I’ll be back in two hours,” he hears Lip say.

Suddenly Liam runs to where Mickey and Yevgeny are. “Hi, Uncle Mickey.” Mickey raises his eyebrows. Uncle Mickey? That’s new. “Can I say hi to Yev?”

Mickey nods and squats down so he and Liam are eye level. As the younger boy is greeting the baby, he thinks for a second. “Wanna hold him?” Liam’s eyes light up and he nods rapidly. “Sit in this chair.”

Liam obeys Mickey’s commands and sits in the wooden chair that was next to the crib. He anxiously waiting for Mickey to hand the baby over to him.

Mickey told Liam how to put his arms out and placed the baby in the eager little boy’s arms. “You got him?”

“I got him!” Liam said gleefully. “Hi, baby Yevgeny. I think I’m your uncle,” he quizzically looked at Mickey for help on whether or not he’s his uncle or not.

“Yeah, buddy, you’re his Uncle Liam,” he smiled.

Ian was secretly watching this whole interaction between his boyfriend, Liam, and Yevgeny. He couldn’t help but smile at the three boys. “Uncle Liam, huh?” He raised his eyebrows joyfully as he joined in.

“He’s our son, ain’t he?” Mickey said nervously. “If he was fucking conceived because of us, he might as well be both of ours.”

Ian smiled widely and flung himself on Mickey, giving him a kiss. “Yeah, Yev’s our son–”

The happy moment gets cut off by Liam. “Ew, Yevgeny, Mickey and Ian are kissing,” he said to the baby. “Kissing is gross,” Liam sticks out his tongue causing Ian to laugh.

“Trust me, bud, you won’t think so in a couple of years,” Ian kisses him on the head.

Mickey shakes his head. “I fucking thought kissing was gross ‘til I was about eighteen,” he smirks at Ian.

“Bullshit, you were just scared to,” he says in a joking tone, but Mickey agrees.

Ian and Mickey both turn their heads to the children who were laughing in the corner. “I made him laugh,” Liam tells them proudly, causing them to smile. “Can we watch TV?”

Ian nods. “Yeah,” he goes to grab Yevgeny from his brother. “C’mon.” He waves for his brother for follow. The boys then walk into the living room and huddle together on the couch.

Mickey thoughtlessly hands the remote controller over to Liam so he can pick out what he wants to watch. He eventually winds up choosing some show on Cartoon Network. “Man, I used to love this channel as a kid,” Mickey snorts.

The boys watch the show for a while, but they eventually end up falling asleep on the couch. Ian is leaning into his boyfriend, who has his arm around him, while Yevgeny is spread out on both of their laps. Liam is also sleeping while leaning on Mickey with a emotionless look on his face. He has a lot of nightmares, so when he has a peaceful nap, it’s something to be happy about.

While they are still sleeping, Lip begins walking toward the house. Before he knocks on the door, he looks through the window and sees the four of them sleeping peacefully on the couch which surprisingly makes him grin– it’s a nice sight, they look like a family.

Suddenly, Mickey jerks awake. He kisses Ian on the head and then moves Yevgeny mainly into Ian’s lap so he can get up. Once standing he squats down in front of Liam and picks him up. “Hey, buddy,” Lip can scarcely hear Mickey speak. “You started to shake, did you have a nightmare?” He rubs his back as he paces back and forth with the child in his arms.

“Another monster came for me,” he says sadly. Lip frowns through the window. He also can’t believe he’s seeing Mickey Milkovich being so caring towards someone other than Ian.

“He’s not here anymore, okay? I have a monster too, did you know that?” Liam shakes his head and waits for an explanation. “I got to lock him away for good,” he says as he refers to his father. “You gotta fight the monster if you want him to go away. Can you try to do that next time?”

Liam nods. “I’ll try. Thanks, Uncle Mickey.” He hugs him tightly.

Lip then realizes it would be a good time to get his brother, so he knocks on the door. When Mickey opens it, Liam is getting his shoes from the corner of the room. “Hey,” he nods. “He behave in front of the baby?”

Mickey nods. “Yeah, he was good.”

“I held the baby, Lip!” Liam squeals.

Lip raises his eyebrow. “You let him hold a fucking baby?”

“Fuck off, he could handle it,” Mickey shot back. Lip just nods because he saw how good he was with his brother so he knew he wouldn’t have let Liam do something he was unable to do.

“Well, thanks,” Lip says as Liam begins to walk towards him. He truthfully is thankful that Mickey handled his brother so well.

Liam nods. “Yeah, thanks,” he smiles widely. “Bye, Uncle Mickey!” Mickey waves at him.

Mickey walks back to the couch and kisses his son and his boyfriend on their heads one last time before waking them up. Seeing Yevgeny latching his arms around Ian gave him a warm feeling in his heart. He smiled at the sight of the two of them cuddled up like that.

Maybe kids weren’t as bad as Mickey has always thought. Family life seems alright.





  • So I don’t get to choose the ring I have to wear the rest of my life? 
  • Isn’t killing cute defenseless animals the first step in becoming a serial killer?
  • So you’re saying that now I’m basically an insecure, neurotic, control freak, on crack. 
  • Oh, please. I got all of that between third and fourth period. We’re planning a June wedding.
  • Why didn’t he go for me? How come the guys that I want never want me? I’m inappropriate, always say the wrong thing and ____ always says the right thing. She doesn’t even try, and he just picks her. And she’s always the one that everyone picks. For everything. And I try so hard and I’m never the one…
  • Maybe we just weren’t meant to be together. Maybe we just have to accept that and move on.
  • You know this sounds crazy, but… alcohol helps… or at least it helps me.
  • You have to read the first book first, otherwise it won’t make sense.
  • Why don’t you sparkle?
  • Why do I always have to be ____ bait? 
  • Urmm… oh, I’m so sorry. Ok. Now what’s the story?
  • That’s because she doesn’t trust you, and honestly, neither do I.
  • It’s just, as her best friend, it is my duty to warn her when she’s making a giant mistake, right? And now she’s taking ____’s side on everything.
  • Yeah, then you poured Grams another shot and she told you about the aliens.
  • Yeah. Well I know what you felt, ____, because even if just a little tiny piece of you felt for me what I was starting to feel for you you wouldn’t have walked away, and I don’t hate you for that. I don’t hate you for mourning your _____, I don’t hate you for being the biggest jerk on the planet while doing so, and I accept your apology.
  • ______ is an innocent, good person, who should not be going to dances with evil blood sluts.
  •   I got the other brother, hope you don’t mind. 
  • Well, no friendship is perfect.
  • I am gonna drink until someone is hot enough to make out with. 
  • _____ used to be way more fun. And I`m saying that with complete sensitivity. 
  • Does it look like I do dishes?
  • Until this is all over, there is no us.
  • He’s _____. Like a cockroach. Always survives.
  • I know. I just wish it didn’t always have to be you.
  • That is because I’m polite, not pregnant.
  • Goodie! More amends! Drinks will help. Strong ones.
  • If ____ dies, are you going to start peeing on fire hydrants again?
  • But you have an accent! Anything you say is automatically fascinating.
  • I can’t…I can’t do worse, okay? I shouldn’t have to.
  • Let me summarize them for you. You’re a dick.
  • Good coffee. But I usually take mine with a little more awkward silence.
  • The bad news is that when this happened to ______ we had to kill him, the good news is… well… there’s normally good news.
  • I can be bitter, party of one.
  • It felt really good to kiss him. So, then, I kind of, sort of… had sex with him.
  • Well… no one’s perfect.
  • How am I the only person on the planet who’s not having scandalous sex?
  • Don’t worry I sanitized it.
  • Whenever anyone tells me I can’t do something, I prove them wrong.
  • _____. Towel. Knock!
  • We don’t have a motto.
  • I know you said to kill her with kindness, but can’t I just kill her?
  • You are not even worth the calories I burn talking to you
  • Yes, a date like to a movie where we don’t have to talk and I can put at least three seats between us.
  • This is wrong. A bunch of people died and we’re having sex.
  • It doesn’t matter how many times I dance with him. I love you.
  • I’m too smart to be seduced by you.
  • I’d rather die of thirst, but thanks!
  • Just because I talk a lot doesn’t mean I always know what I’m talking about.
  • Everyone needs to stop kissing me! 

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Suga, Yamaguchi, and Kenma with a very short s/o? Thanks!

// I took liberty and am going to say that s/o is probably around the 5 ft. mark! -mod kat //


  • He’s like, 5′8? toll but not a behemoth. Just at the higher end of the average portion of the height scale in my books
  • This lil’ shit will hold any height difference over anyone to his advatange. Doesn’t matter how much it is, he will find a way to tease them about it
  • Will pick them up anytime anywhere. He likes to hold them up for whatever reason


  • He’s almost 5′11 so he definitely has to lean down constantly to give them affection and boi does he love affection
  • top of the head kisses!!!!!!!!
  • Save him he loves when his s/o doesn’t want to go on their tip toes so they just kiss wherever they come up to on him (like maybe around the collarbone area?)


  • He’s right in the Average Height range so it doesn’t make too much of an issue compared to usual height differences in couples
  • He likes being able to rest his head on his s/o’s 
  • favorite activity is spooning because it takes almost no effort and he doesn’t have to lean down far to kiss them
I was just thinking about Sorin

Nahiri sealed him in that wall, and Olivia left him there.  How does that make him feel?

Innistrad was nearly destroyed, but survived.  He got to watch it all (as Nahiri picked his spot precisely for that).  Is he happy about that?

Is he hungry?  Does someone bring him blood?  Or is he just going crazier and crazier with thirst?

Is he now planning a crazy revenge scheme against Nahiri?  Is he planning one against Olivia?  Will he be a protag when he gets free, or an antag?

anonymous asked:

Can you please do some headcanons for Revali and Sidon with a Hylian (S/O) who gets a nosebleed in front of them? Like the (S/O) just randomly starts bleeding and they have no idea what's happening so (S/O) has to explain its normal for them. Sorry if that was kind of confusing. I really love your blog! <3

Omigosh I am that s/o, nosebleeds happen all the time because dry weather is evil

-Mod Pinks

S/o has sudden nosebleed (Revali/Sidon)


  • He is rito and nosebleeds don’t really happen to birds. So he thinks they’ve broken their face or something, he is pure PANIC
  • Picks them up and runs to the healer
    • explanation be damned, they’re bleeding!
  • Is a bit embarassed when s/o explains to both him and the healer that its completely normal, there’s nothing to worry about
    • Still really edgy whenever he sees the blood though
  • Starts carrying tissues with him, under the tease that he doesn’t want blood on his magnificent plumage


  • Coincidentally, another panicker
  • “beloved what happened??? who did this???”
  • Waits for explanation before running to healer, so saves himself a bit of embarrassment
  • very understanding
    • Starts carrying tissues with him
    • Will cover for them if it happens in the middle of an event