“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
“Course I did, didn’t I, honeylamb?”
“Howdy!” Gabriela squeaks back. Jesse falters under Hanzo’s
“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
“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.
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 )
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
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.
“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.
“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.
Ford, don’t act so surprised. I’ve been doing dumb shit like that since we were
but these were young kids. Don’t you think that was a little bit of overkill?”
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.
their defense, none of that even worked! Not even the ‘sausages-as-intestines’
bit, and I thought that was pretty intense.”
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
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?”
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.
Am I the only one who thought of Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls upon seeing these gifs?
Dean Winchester x Reader
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
“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
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.
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.
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
“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.