and his little grin

“Go on, Gabriela, tell Tou-san your new word,” Jesse encourages the second Hanzo walks in the door. Their daughter rushes up to Hanzo and he crouches down to catch her.

“Howdy!” she greets.

“Why hello,” Hanzo replies.

“Howdy!” she says again, obviously pleased. McCree is too, judging from his grin.

“Very well done, little one,” Hanzo congratulates her. They were both enthusiastically supportive of their daughter but Hanzo was determined to never let her think that her efforts were ever lacking. He was never going to make her feel like he had growing up, desperate to prove his worth in everything he did.

“Ain’t she something,” Jesse says, coming close to kiss his husband. Between them, Gabriela continues to happily babble to herself, repeating her new word over and over.

“I do hope you did something other than speak this single word to her today,” Hanzo comments drily.

“Course I did, didn’t I, honeylamb?”

“Howdy!” Gabriela squeaks back. Jesse falters under Hanzo’s unimpressed look.

“C’mon, Gabriela, you learnt another word today, didn’t’cha?”

“Howdy! Howdy, howdy, howdy,” she babbles again, reaching up to poke at Hanzo’s piercings. Hanzo cannot help but throw his head back and laugh.

“Aww, babycakes, you’re making your Pa look real bad,” Jesse whines, but he’s smiling too.

“If she ends up calling her dragon Howdy because that’s her favourite word now, it is entirely your fault,” Hanzo warns.

Jesse grimaces. “That’s probably fair.”

Omg had to get this off my chest. Everyone seems dead set on making Pidge the one to ship people together (in really creepy ways) But you know who would really ship klance? Hunk. He would be like, Keith and Lance’s number one fanboy. And, he wouldn’t be creepy like people make Pidge out to be! He would just constantly poke Lance with a little grin on his face, and he would be like ‘You gonna talk to your booooooyfriend soon?’ And laugh as Lance gets all flustered. So let’s give the 'shipping’ friend position to the person who would actually do it. Stop making Pidge creepy. Start making Hunk that cute friend we all wish we had when we had a crush on someone. (Besides. As if Pidge would care about that kind of stuff. She really doesn’t care XD )

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair*
  • Rosamund: *sitting in his lap; frowning at a photo* What am I looking at, Uncle Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* My baby *points* that's the head, see?
  • Rosamund: *fascinated* Wooow...all those squiggly lines are a person?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles* Yes.
  • Rosamund: Your person.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Yup. And your Aunt Molly's.
  • Rosamund: *giggles* It's funny.
  • Sherlock: Hmm?
  • Rosamund: *still laughing* Aunt Molly has a person in her. How did you put it there?
  • Sherlock: *snorts* Oh, no *lifts her and stands* I'm not having that conversation for another twenty five years.
  • Molly: *enters; grinning* Hello.
  • Rosamund: *happily* Aunt Molly! *runs over; hugs her, whispers* hello, little person.
  • Molly: *smiles* You told her, then?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Oh, yes *pats Rosie's head* you're going to be a godcousin, aren't you?
  • Rosamund: *excited* Uh-huh.
  • Molly: *giggles* Is that so?
  • Sherlock: *nudges Rosie* Pyjamas, young lady. I'll be in soon.
  • Rosamund: *sighs* Okay, Uncle Sherlock. Night Aunt, Molly. Night, little person *runs off*
  • Molly: *calls* Night, Rosie *hugs Sherlock* I'm glad she took it well.
  • Sherlock: *kisses the top of her head* Mmm *pauses* John has some questions to answer, though.
Can we talk about how great it was to see Sam lounging on Jody's couch?

He was clearly so comfortable there. He felt safe and at home, and he was happy to just be there with Jody and Dean, eating pizza and having some down time.

He was practically lying on that couch, he was so comfortable, resting his pizza on his tummy.

The little grins he kept sharing with the two of them were so great to see. I know the scene was short, but it means so much to me to see them like that.

We haven’t seen this side of Sam in weeks, months, and I love that we were given it, no matter how short it lasted.


└ You knew it was a losing battle you were fighting from the start Sho-kun…

Cr: VS Arashi 19.01.2017 Opening Talk

bughead 1x05

when a guys being super chipper with her, look at him in the background - like wtffff

when betty and the other guys date is mentioned

when there talking about the fact betty says its not a date, jughead says she literally used the words its a date 

jughead hearing crap about the date, 1. i think he could give two shits about peoples dating live 2. he might deep down care if its betty 

she shares with him about polly’s past (its not archie but jughead she goes to with this stuff) 

when she jokes about sayonce he cracks a little smile/grin

she doesnt need to say words

he can tell what shes thinking (by the way love that it has suspenders) and his cut little grin

sitting together

gettings a scare - proximity

his hand guiding her forward

they’ll do this together

he hates seeing her in pain and he will be there

he might not fully get what hes feelign, and i think for betty will pop up. her focus is on this and her sister and hes slowly beocme her safe place, remeber how she no longer feels like she has a safe place with archie


So this was my second con, but for some reason I was even more nervous than last year?? I walk into the photo op room and my heart is pounding and I feel like I’m gonna projectile vomit all over the floor (which I don’t. Thank god). Finally I walk up, and we say hello. Except he needs to get his hair fixed, as the previous people had him wear a hat. So I’m standing there just staring at him, and as he’s getting his hair fixed he looks at me from the corner of his eye and gives me this little grin, and I think that’s when my soul leapt from my body tbh. His handler had taken my phone to show him the pose, so when I’m ready he takes my hands and guides me into place (I was awkward as heck lmao), and he dips me, and there’s just this moment where we’re staring at each other. His eyes are so FRICKING blue. But I digress. The picture is taken, and he brings me back up. Which I thought would be the end of it, but nope! All the sudden he’s TWIRLING me, like we’re dancing. Which I was in no way prepared for, so I ended up making the stupidest squealing noise. Then I say thank you, and he smiles at me, and I walk out of there with the shakiest hands of my life.

ANYWAY. Once it’s my turn for autographs, my stomach is doing all sorts of flips again, but I end up managing to tell him how I wrote my college application essay about my experience with Gishwhes. He looks up at me all wide eyed and excited, and goes, “WHAAAT!” And then I tell him I wrote about how amazing it was, and how it helped me break out of my shell. Then he gives me a big high five and says, “that’s amazing!! Did it work?” But I haven’t applied yet, which I tell him. He gives me a hand shake and says, “well I wish you the best of luck! That’s awesome.” And I thank him.

During his panel, someone had asked him when he feels like a hero, to which he responded with a joking “when I’m wearing a cape and tights.” So as I’m about to leave from my autograph, I say, “you don’t need a cape to be a hero, by the way.” And he suddenly just has this small, bashful smile on his face and he says, “thank you, that’s very sweet.”

So that’s the story of how I danced and had a little conversation with Misha. It was honestly so amazing. When we were talking, he looked at me like he genuinely cared. Like I mattered. And I am so fucking grateful. If I could thank him a thousand times over, I would.

PS. His hands are super soft and warm. Just as an FYI.

@kinsbournescream Merry Christmas!!! - @benaya-trash

“You’re heavy” Derek grumbled and hiked Stiles’s thighs higher.

“Pff, no I’m not,” Stiles chuckled in his ear as the strong smell of alcohol reeked out of him “im drunk” he stated making Derek chuckle.

“Trust me, i know” he shook his head and kept walking towards Stiles’s apartment.

“Don’t you think its weird that it almost never snows in beacon hills?” Stiles asked as he leaned back and looked up to the starry dark sky.

“We have werewolves, banshees and anything supernatural here to be honest, and you wonder about the snow?,” Derek rolled his eyes. of course Stiles finds the normal to be abnormal “besides, it snowed ten years ago”.

“Ten years Derek,” Stiles sighed “i didn’t even know you back then”.

“You do now” he added which made Stiles pull on his leather jacket a little tighter.

“Yeah,” he grinned just as Derek looked back towards him “i know what a nerd you are now” he pushed Derek’s glasses back up his nose with his free hand making the wolf blush up to his ears.

“And i know what a shitty alcohol tolerance you have” He turned around just as stiles Started to lean closer.

“True. but you also know how great i sing” Derek had exactly 5 seconds to realize what Stiles meant before the younger man started singing “All I want for Christmas is you”.

“oh god” Derek groaned

“Make my Dream come true,
all i want for Christmas is you”

Stiles sang lowly into Derek’s ear and slapped a sloppy kiss on his cheek making the wolf stop on the spot and freeze.

“Merry Christmas Sourwolf” He whispered again and hugged Derek close.

“Merry Christmas Stiles” He said back and kept walking.

“Oh god! Derek! look at that! that’s definitely Santa!” Stiles pointed at the sky where a big black shadow floated at the sky.

as much as Derek was aware supernatural creatures existed he was well aware Santa Clause didn’t exist. but there by the moon it was definitely a sleigh and reindeers pulling it through the sky.

“Holy fuc-”

“ITS SANTA FUCKING CLAUSE DEREK!” Stiles pointed and leaned forward as Derek just watched in awe.

Okay, but the scene in Jody’s house with the pizza and the Netflix… I can’t have been the only one who just couldn’t keep their eyes off of Sam’s loose, relaxed moosey self all sprawled over that couch. He looked like he’d kinda just melted into that position like an ice cream cone in direct sunlight. And his little cheeky grins, and the little jibes about Dean’s hentai thing, and his dimples… just his face in general. He looked so pure and content and happy and I loved every last bit of him in that scene.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that and the way Sam and Dean just popped up at Jody’s door all smiles and stink because they were fresh from a hunt like “we’re adorable and smelly and hungry please let us in so we can eat all your food and watch your Netflix”. I definitely couldn’t have said no to those faces.

My lil pure smol beans.


Summary: A certain family member comes to visit and he has things to say, much to a young man’s distress.

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, emotional abuse, attempted physical harm

Word count: 4,413

Requested by @princeasimdiya12!! Hope you enjoy it; I really enjoyed writing it ah!!


“You did what last year?”

“Oh c’mon Ford, don’t act so surprised. I’ve been doing dumb shit like that since we were young.”

“Okay, sure, but these were young kids. Don’t you think that was a little bit of overkill?”

Stan shook his head, grinning mischievously in Ford’s direction, making his way through an opened pack of gummy bears he had snooped from the bowl by the front door. When Ford continued to stare at him disbelievingly, Stan waved his hand, talking past the gummies in his mouth.

“Hey, in their defense, none of that even worked! Not even the ‘sausages-as-intestines’ bit, and I thought that was pretty intense.”

Ford’s face screwed up in amusement before biting into a chocolate bar. “I’m sure it was,” he mused sarcastically. A moment passed before Ford’s brows drew down, in obvious confusion.

“Then how the hell did you manage to scare them?”

Stan let out a gruff laugh, patting his protruding gut. “Turns out old people are gross, but else is new?”

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Requested by anon

He didn’t need to say anything for you to know how much he liked seeing you in his clothes, the flush to his cheeks and the little boyish grin was enough. Bucky face gave away almost everything and if that didn’t his eyes did.


Mr. Luke Danes

Am I the only one who thought of Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls upon seeing these gifs?

  • Dean Winchester x Reader
  • 357 Words
  • No warnings, just a cute little one shot.

Dean walks into his bedroom, a huge grin across his face. That long hunting trip has him exhausted but he knew that you’d be on his bed, waiting for him with a warm smile and a friendly reminder why he came back to the bunker instead of finding a bar.

When Dean opens his door, he’s a little confused. Normally when he returned from a hunting trip, you were already dressed for the occasion, wearing some silky lingerie that you picked up before. Not this time.

He watches you, throwing your head back and laughing at something playing on his TV. This didn’t particularly bother him, it was just a surprise to see you weren’t waiting on him. Surely you didn’t forget.

“Baby?” Dean walks into the room and lets the door shut behind him.

You pause the show and look over, a grin still plastered on your face. “Dean! Oh, honey. I thought I would be caught up by the time you arrived. I’m so sorry.” A little pout appeared on your lips and Dean had to chuckle.

“What is it?”

Gilmore Girls.” You smile happily, giving Dean the cue to leave. He watched that show with you before, though he could never get into it. Especially not with your little Luke Dane’s crush.

“Oh goodie.” Dean mumbles. “With backwards hat guy? I think I’ll go hang out with Sam.”

“You like backwards hat guy.”

“He looks ridiculous.” Dean argues.

“The hat is what makes him look so sexy.” You huff and get to your feet. “Fine, do whatever you want. I want ice cream.” You walk by him on the way out and let the door close.

Dean looks at the screen, where you at paused on Luke, backwards hat and all.

Sexy, huh… Dean walks over to his closet and picks up the blue hat he bought at a souvenir shop. He peers into the cap and thinks.

Your words took him over and he quickly puts it on, puffing his chest out and gazing into the mirror across the room.

See.” You smirk behind him.

Dean turns to face you, his cheeks burning.


Imagine getting caught under the mistletoe with Newt Scamander.

You felt your cheeks flush red as you heard the demiguise chatter at you. The creature was hanging from a tree, a large sprig of mistletoe held in his little hand as he peered down at you with a grin.

Newt stood from where he had been crouched down with the occamies, almost knocking into you. You gulped and the demiguise squeaked again. “I, uh, um, mistletoe?” you offered lamely as an explanation, blushing furiously.

Newt looked up, blinking curiously at the demiguise. “Oh. Where’d he get that?”

You shrugged helplessly and the demiguise chattered encouragingly again, swinging down to give you a push that sent you sprawling into Newt. He caught you, his hands on your biceps, “I think he wants us to follow tradition.” He said it so mildly but the words made your heart race.

You pushed your hair back from your eyes. Your face felt like it might melt with embarrassment. Might as well get it over with. You stood on your tiptoes and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to Newt’s lips. The demiguise chattered happily, tossing aside the mistletoe to drape itself around your neck.

“Happy now?” Newt asked, his own cheeks tinted ever so slightly pink.

The demiguise just smiled.

Gif Credit: Newt

sherlock and john like to take selfies okay like one time sherlock does his little :^> smile and john sneaks a kiss on sherlocks cheek right when he takes the picture, and so they end up with a slightly blurry picture of sherlock making a startled little “oh” and john grinning into his cheek and they both set it as their phone wallpaper and then decide to print it out and frame it

Wild And Unruly by gloria_andrews, 100percentsassy

Length: 124k

“You’re up,” he whispered, his right hand reaching out touch.  He pulled it back awkwardly before finally bringing it to rest on the doorknob, thumb fiddling with the lock button.  “I, uh…”  Harry glanced down, sheepish grin on his face.  His tux was a little rumpled, bowtie loose around his neck and the first few buttons of his ruffled dress shirt undone.  “I didn’t want to wake you.  Just wanted to peek in.”

“I thought you were gonna sleep at Niall’s,” Louis said, voice soft and raspy and full of fondness, cracking a bit.  He saw Harry bite his lip, his fingers shaking slightly as he drew his hand away from the doorknob.

“I couldn’t wait,” he said, simply.  His eyes flicked back up to meet Louis’s, with a stare so intense Louis felt it in his chest.  “I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

He took a step forward.  Louis’s heart jogged painfully when he saw the hopeful smile twitching Harry’s lips, and he felt fragile, all of a sudden.  Breakable.

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

Ao3, Chaptered, Complete, Must-Read