and its when they bring their kids into work

anonymous asked:

Does Bendy allow a "bring your child to work" day, or does everyone that works there not have a child/it's not allowed? I think I would find it funny for the studio to have a BYCTW day and the children just go fangirling over the fact that Bendy is real.

He’d probably love it when staff members bring their kids in cuz he’s just good with kids and like
Years later they come back to the studio as adults and Bendy’s just like
“Oh Whoa, wait I remember you! Yer Wally’s kid! I haven’t seen ya in years when’d ya get so tall???”

I feel like this is a well known headcanon but Caitlin Farmer is majoring in marine biology and is the coolest fucker anyone on SMH team has ever met. Also a bit of chowder because you know they’re soulmates.

  • She went on one of those sleepovers that aquariums do for little kids when she was like seven and fell in love with the ocean.
  • she put her sleeping bag under the shark tunnel and didn’t sleep all night because she just wanted to be friends with them whenver they swam past.
  • she’s been to an aquarium in every city she’s been to.
  • some people’s first port of call in new cities are nice restaurants or art galleries. cait’s are aquairums
  • she only goes to ones that respect their animals and care for them, with programs to rehabilitate sea animals and release them

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So at least on my dash, nobody ever drags the xxTPs, so I'mma do it really fast bc y'all really piss me off from time to time.

Like would it kill you to NOT critique rules from time to time trying to find all the damn loopholes? Like pls can u not. LIKE SURPRISINGLY JUST BC SOMETHING DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO YOU DOESN’T MEAN IT’S NOT SENSIBLE IN THE LONG RUN?? Like is it so hard to realize that if you take into account EVERY SINGLE tiny ass thing you guys pick out, nothing would ever get done???

Rules, laws, procedures, etc, they’re there to make things easier. And like?? Honestly fuck you, ExTPs? Stop blatantly doing the loophole thing that the rules don’t cover just because you can. Y'all are so damn full of acting like a dick while not coming up with PROPER SOLUTIONS. And you, IxTPs? Just stop. You may not outwardly defy the untold laws, but you still don’t come up with solutions like the shut in you are.

Keep to your own crap and leave laws alone.

Okay but can we talk about a Cinderella Malec AU?

Magnus Bane, a powerful High Warlock, is the prince of Idris. His father Asmodeus, a Greater Demon and the king, grows weary of ruling on Earth, and wishes to return home, back to Hell.

Hoping for his son to settle down and take the throne, and knowing his love of parties, Asmodeus throws a ball, and invites everyone in the land.

The Lightwoods are a family falling on hard times. After their father left them, their mother Maryse has been working non-stop to provide for her children. As a result, Alec, Isabelle, and Jace start bounty hunting demons to bring in extra income. When they hear about the ball, the kids jump at the chance to have some fun.

The ball at the palace is spectacular, but not without its faults. Though there are many people there vying for Magnus’s attention, he doesn’t find himself interested in any of them, and even worse, there’s a demon attack.

When a beautiful, tall boy leaps into action and saves a young warlock from being attacked, Magnus is stunned. When the demons are killed, he asks the boy to dance as thanks for his help.

Spending the night talking and dancing, Magnus can’t help but wonder… Is he perhaps falling in love? The boy doesn’t give up his full name though, and when news of another attack further in the land spreads, he leaves without a trace to go help. Until Magnus finds his ring lying on the ground, a single L carved into its center.

Wanting to find the boy who danced with him that night, Magnus tracks the ring to its owner. Finding it belongs to Alec Lightwood, Magnus invites their entire family to spend some time at the palace, hoping to get to know Alec a little better.

Alec knows what the other royals think of him: a poor boy doesn’t belong with a prince. But he can’t help it: he knows he’s falling more and more in love with Magnus every day.

When they finally confess their love for each other, Magnus gets down on one knee and asks Alec for his hand in marriage. When Alec says yes, the entire land celebrates. And together, they become the Lightwood-Banes: the new crown Kings of Idris.


bittersamgirlclub TOP 5 PROMPT #11: TOP 5 SAM-PRAISE MOMENTS 

Making this made me feel all warm and squishy inside, there are many other little moments I could have chosen and that makes me very happy. Sometimes it feels like Sam is so underappreciated, both in fandom and in universe, so to focus on all those moments where characters talk or feel about Sam the same way we do is just wonderful.

These are not necessarily in any order, although those first two are pretty much interchangeably in first place.

  1. Marie - Fan Fiction - I just love how with three words Marie manages to sum up so much of what we all adore about Sam, those core facets of his being that make Sam so beautiful. But what I love even more is “there’s nothing he can’t do”. There’s something so powerful about that, and it’s so true on so many levels. The way in which Sam has defied destiny and other’s expectations for him, time and again. Working his way to a full ride to Stanford. Building himself a new life, not once, but twice from the ground up. Overcoming the devil. How could anyone not believe that Sam is capable of anything after reading about that! The other thing I love about Marie is that, although she exists in universe, she gives us an out of universe perspective on Sam, in that sense I find her, and her praise of Sam to be very relatable, it feels as if I am being voiced directly through the show. Of course the fact that Sam did not hear this praise saddens me, but I think it is incredibly important that Dean did hear it, to be reminded of all those things that deep down he knows, and loves about his brother.
  2. Jess - Pilot - I think its no secret how much I adore Sam/Jess and their relationship. Of course we only get tiny slivers of their life together, these fleeting moments, but ones like this especially I think illuminate their relationship perfectly. In this scene, Jess makes absolutely sure that Sam knows how proud of him she is, bringing up his LSAT score, praising how amazing it is, making sure he knows she’s serious when she says she’s proud, that she wasn’t just kidding around, that she really means its and that she believes in him. I think Jess was painfully aware of how little, if ever, Sam had been exposed to the concept of someone being proud of him and that intentionally worked to rectify that at every available opportunity (I might have written a little ficlet about this *cough*shamelessplug*cough*). We hear in ‘Phantom Traveller’ that apparently John expressed his pride in Sam to others, but clearly withheld it from Sam himself, the fact that Jess goes out of her way to ensure that Sam knows how she feels is just SO important.
  3. Mr Wyatt - After School Special - This episode in general is just EVERYTHING to me, but this moment in particular is incredibly special and I think actually instrumental in shaping Sam. I think its quite likely given Sam’s reaction to thinking the Mr Wyatt was going to fail him, that prior to this scene Sam was actually rather apathetic about school, moving from place to place, never being able to make real connections, he probably loved learning and studying but was unable to find reasons to really care about doing well when in a few days he’d be off to the next school anyway, when he saw nothing in his future but more of what his entire life had been, death and danger and loneliness. Mr Wyatt not only praised Sam’s academic abilities, but more importantly he allowed Sam to believe that there could be something beyond his current life, that he was capable of escaping that, of building something of his own.
  4. Dean - Scarecrow - I love, love, love this moment! Firstly, I’m pretty certain that this is the first time Sam has heard the words “I’m proud of you” from anyone other than Jess, look at his reaction, he’s completely at a loss for what to do or say and just taken aback entirely. What’s also important here is what Dean is praising Sam for. Dean is saying that he’s proud of Sam for the very things that go Sam disowned and dissociated from his family, for things that Dean in the past (and sadly will again in the future) had criticised Sam for. Standing up to John and forging his own way were actions that Sam had been led to believe time after time were deep and terrible betrayals and things that he should feel ashamed of, that Dean in this moment acknowledges that they are in fact great strengths and worthy of admiration is just so incredibly important.
  5. Sarah - Clip Show - I actually think this one is a little odd, because I think what Sarah is picking up on here is Sam’s determination to finish the trails and to 'right’ all the perceived wrongs he was done, to make up for all the ways he believes he’s let Dean down, and I can’t really feel that that is a positive thing. On the other hand, Sarah a) doesn’t know the context of what she’s seeing, she’s genuinely trying to and say something good about Sam b) at this point in the season people who bolster Sam in anyway, especially to his face, are so few and far between that anything along those lines is like manna in the desert….

sunflowerchester — I finally finished it! hahah…

Mob of kids ruins day

Alright so I work at a costume shop that’s open all year long. There are three floors and each has its own themes inside. This day I was working on the third floor which I usually love because we have the wig counter there. It’s about 9:30 on a Saturday and the days starting to finally calm down. When suddenly and I kid you not a swarm of like 15-20 kids enter the floor and they all want to try on wigs. It was chaos. Apparently it was one of the girls birthday and she wanted to bring her friends to a costume shop?? The poor lady at the wig counter is so overwhelm that out floor helper has to stop doing her job to help her. Leaving me in charge of fixing the floor and fitting room duty. They didn’t even buy any wigs! And just stood there blocking other customers from the area for half an hour. We lost at least two sale because of this! The worst part is that the kids completely messed the floor up, putting stuff where it doesn’t belong, dropping products on the floor hell I even found candy wrappers amd candy scattered all over the place! Please watch your kids people!

To sum it up; swarm of kids make a mess at a costume shop and spent half an hour messing with wigs only to not buy anything and make us miss at least two sales.

anonymous asked:

Connor kenway relationship headcanons? I love your blog❤️

Ahhhhh, thank you!!

Alright so I have a lot of feelings about this man
—He will literally just engulf you in his arms if you ever fall asleep with/near him. You can not escape.
—The heat he emits is unreal. Like, in winter you don’t need a blanket no matter how cold it is, it is incredible. Summer is less enjoyable though.
—If anyone ever-ever-makes you noticeably upset or uncomfortable, all it takes is a look and you’ll probably never see them again.
—He’ll call you so many pet names in his native language, but probably keeps most of the meanings to himself (especially if you’re tiny)
—This man is so weak for your puppy eyes. Like, even if they’re not very convincing, he caves so easily.
—If you ever get sick, he will coddle you to the point that it’s almost infuriating.
—Do not doubt the power of his own puppy eyes, because if you do it’s already too late, you are doomed.
—Its nearly impossible to argue with him, because he’s practically the perfect boyfriend (totally husband material). The only thing that would probably cause an argument would be worrying for each others’ safety.
—DO. NOT. CRY. He is so confused, but he tries to be so helpful. Most of the time it works, but he gets so upset when he sees you cry.
—He’s so good with kids and animals and it’s the most heartwarming thing.
—I totally headcanon he brings stray animals home all the time.
—Your family loves him almost instantly and you’re really surprised, because how?
—Like, you walk into your family’s home expecting glares from your father/mother/siblings/whoever, but they practically immediately warm up to him.
—He’s so sweet and he loves you so much, he would do anything for you.

Professor Jones (1/12)

Summary: Killian Jones is a Professor of Maritime History in the sleepy New England town of Storybrooke, Maine. He falls for his graduate student, Emma Swan, and their love has devastating consequences. (Modern day AU) Rated M

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Emma wiped her hands on her jeans and braced herself. Walking into Professor Jones class took herculean effort. She would deny it until her last breath, but she swore the air seemed to sizzle when they were together. If the Maritime History class hadn’t been one of the required courses for her graduate course she would have bailed. She tried to switch professors but was denied as the other professor’s class was full. She took a deep breath, opened the door of the lecture hall and quickly blew it out in relief. The hall was empty. Confused and a little irritated that she hadn’t been given notice, she assumed class was canceled. She turned on her heels and headed back out the door when she heard the smooth voice.

“Going somewhere Swan?”

She hated when he called her that. She had asked him to please call her Emma for the better part of three weeks with no results. She hadn’t seen him sitting in the chair adjacent to the lecture podium. With his signature, all black attire, he blended seamlessly into the dark. It annoyed her that a professor would wear tight black jeans and black shirts. What the hell kind of teacher dresses like that anyway she thought. The black shouldn’t surprise her since he practically radiated darkness. Sexy, gorgeous, darkness. She watched as he stood up in the chair and begin to make his way toward her. Her breath hitched and she licked her lips nervously.

“I guess I didn’t get the memo that class was canceled” she said with a bite.

  “Well that’s shame. I thought I emailed everyone but you must have been left off the list. Actually, this works out splendidly since I needed to speak with you anyway.”

The last thing Emma wanted to do was stand in a dark, empty lecture hall with him. He was too close. He was always too close. She could smell him and the scent of leather and something woodsy filled her senses until she wanted to curl up in his arms and breathe him in. It was always like this. The first time she saw him on campus she felt like she’d been punched. The way his dark hair fell over his eyes, the long, confident stride, and the accent had every girl that saw him dropping at his feet. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing she was practically salivating every time he was nearby.  

“And what would that be about professor?” she crossed her arms as she spoke, as much to send a DO NOT CROSS signal as it was to keep her hands from betraying her by running them down his body. 

“I’ve dropped you from this class” he said turning to gather up his papers. 

Emma’s jaw fell open. “You what? Why would you do that? I need this class Mr. Jones” she began to plead.

“Swan, relax. I got you into Hopper’s class. I was assured by your adviser that it fit into your schedule. I was told you had been trying to get in but were denied. I thought you’d be pleased” he said with a lift of his brow and a slight smirk.

“Oh. Uh, thank you. But why?”

As he slung his bag over his shoulder he turned and grinned at her. Emma was sure her heart stopped and restarted as he practically glided over to stand in front of her. His smile made her think of a crocodile ready to devour its prey.
“Because you can’t have a relationship with a student you are teaching. It’s frowned upon apparently”.

“We aren’t in a relationship” she said with more cockiness than the blush creeping up her neck allowed for. 

“Not yet love” he whispered and walked out of the room.

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anonymous asked:

hey mom, I'm not in a very good place rn. I'd describe myself as soft butch, and I actually like the way I look rn, no make-up, short hair and all, but everytime I go out I get anxiety because I feel like people are judging me. It stresses me and makes me hate my sexuality sometimes, I know you're busy and your prompts are full but could I please have a small sanvers fic with maybe a teen soft butch in it? I feel like I really need good rep rn... if u dont want just delete this, its okay

She’s in the field and she’s got her game face on – shoulders set, stance relaxed but ready, eyes sharp – and when J Cole’s Hold It Down blasts out of her back pocket, her work partner cocks a grin at you.

“Your kid?”

She grins at the term and answers quickly.

“Adrian, I’m on the job, what up?”

“Can I bring a kid to our dinner tonight? Remember that girl Val I was telling you about? She’s trippin cause she had a rough time in school today – “

“Yeah, course you can, kid.”

“You gotta go.”

Maggie grins at his sensitivity, his perceptiveness. “You could be a detective yourself, Ade. See you both tonight.”

She chews the inside of her cheek – a habit she’s been picking up from her girlfriend – and shoots a quick text off to Alex, telling her to expect one more tonight before pocketing her phone and sighing, squatting to analyze the tire marks leftover by the latest Cadmus lackey getaway car.

She pushes tonight’s dinner – a biweekly thing, dinner with her girlfriend and her college boy (she never tires of reminding him how proud she is that he’s in college) – to the back of her mind until she walks through the door of her apartment several hours later to find in her kitchen Alex, Adrian, and a short kid – must the the Val girl Adrian was talking about – with a dapper, short haircut, make-up free face, collared shirt and khakis, skin darker than hers but lighter than Adrian’s, smile just as bright.

Alex has the look of panicked glee of a pale five year old being caught with her hand in the cookie jar; Adrian’s holding the handle of a smoking frying pan with one hand and pointing at Alex with the other; and the new kid is frozen mid-laugh, eyes wide and nervous at finally meeting the detective she’s heard so much about from Adrian.

Maggie appraises the situation with a single glance and grins.

“Alex tried to cook.”

“I – “

“All good, Danvers, we’ll order in, but I gotta say, I’m still surprised your skills in the lab don’t transfer to the kitchen – “

“Hehe, your skills – “

“That’s enough out of you, young man.”

“Yes, Agent Danvers.”

Maggie laughs and shakes her head at their banter as she drops her gun and jacket on a chair and strides over with her hand out to greet the new kid.

“Maggie Sawyer,” she says, leaving the usual NCPD part out because the girl is looking more nervous by the second.


“But you prefer Val?” Maggie asks, and Adrian nods behind Val’s back in case she isn’t brave enough to say yes. She is, and she nods, and Maggie smiles warmly at her.

“Okay, Val, so. What’re you hungry for, aside from whatever my woman charred on the stove?”

“Hey – “

“Is it not true, Danvers?”

Alex scowls playfully and Maggie leans in for a kiss. Adrian squeals and leans into Val. “Told you they were the cutest couple ever. My real life OTP!”

Val smiles, but there’s sadness behind it.

“Bad day, kid?” Alex asks, and gestures her to the couch.

“She likes this girl,” Adrian knocks his shoulder into Val gently, and she shoves him with an embarrassed laugh on her face. Alex ooohs and Maggie squeals, and Val almost cries, because she’s never met grown-ups who were this excited to hear about her crushes on girls before.

“She’s really pretty,” Val confesses in a single breath, collapsing onto the couch with her knees spread wide and heat spreading across her shyly smiling face.

“Okay, tell. Everything. But first, tell me what you want for food.”

“Whatever’s fine. Pizza, maybe.”

Maggie chuckles as she takes out her phone to order. “Always with the pizza in this family.”

Alex kisses her and Adrian squeezes her knee when they catch her family comment, and Val flushes to be so easily included in such a term.

“Nothing, I just… she’s really good at math – “

“A definite turn on – “

“Oh, is that why you like coming to my lowly easy-bake oven lab, Danvers?”

“Ladies! There are children present!”

“I’m not a children, I’m sixteen!”

Children,” Adrian, Alex, and Maggie all chorus, and Val rolls her eyes and continues.

“There’s the math thing, and she’s just really sweet, she always sticks up for the kids who get picked on, and she’s got these gorgeous curls and she’s – “

“Super duper femmey, and totally into soft little butches like yourself,” Adrian says and pokes her in the belly gently. She swats at his hand and shrugs defeatedly.

“I dunno. I mean, I’m not just into femmes… but she is super femmey… but maybe she wants someone harder than me? Or like, femmier than me? Like, less gay, maybe, or more gay, or – ”

“So, basically, you’re creating a girl who’s anything but you in your mind, right?” Maggie grins with a tilted head, and Val sighs.

“I guess.”

Maggie squints at her and exhales sharply and wets her lips and speaks.

“You know before I met Danvers over here, it was… I dated. A lot.”

“Don’t worry Alex. You won,” Adrian whispers, and Alex slaps him five softly without taking her eyes off Maggie.

“I dated, but it was… it was women who didn’t get me, you know? They saw leather jackets and a cop badge and a bike and darker skin than theirs – god, too many white girls, sorry babe, but that’s a story for another day – so they expected me to be a certain type of way, expected me to be… well, more butch, you know? Like, all the time. They were interested in the role I could play – and I can play it, I can be it, and I like it, I love doting on women – “

Val smiles and nods and Alex blushes and Adrian snickers.

“But that’s not all I am, you know?” She shrugs. “Sometimes I like a little lace under the leather. And we’ve got different styles, you and me.” She gestures to Val’s hair cut, her looser clothes, with a grin. “And I love it. Your style. It’s absolutely fantastic. And you look really at home in it. And that’s the thing. You? How you feel, how you are? That’s the only thing that matters. So if she likes you, she’s gotta like your soft butchliness. And who wouldn’t, I mean look at you, you’re perfect.”

Val scoffs and Alex beams at Maggie and Adrian squeezes Val’s knee.

The doorbell rings and Adrian squeals. “Pizza!”

Maggie glances at Alex, and Alex nods with a grin before getting up to get the door.

“Your girl like pizza?” Maggie asks, and Val nods.

“I saved her the last slice last week at the school paper’s party when she was late from class. She was really happy.”

Maggie slaps her own thigh in excitement. “Damn girl, see, you got game! Wanna invite her over? We can watch crappy Netflix movies, and the three of us will check out if she checks you out and it’ll be awesome.”

Val smiles at the thought and pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

“Do you guys do this for all of us? Open up your home like this?”

Alex beams over the small stack of pizza boxes when Maggie looks up at her, and Adrian grins widely, proudly, gratefully, at them both as he cracks open a box and digs in immediately.

“Only to the cool kids,” Maggie teases, and Val nods, and types out a text to her crush, because she’s nervous but she’s perfect just like she is, and what’s there not to like, right, Maggie said so, and also, pizza.

Pizza with new family.

Even if her crush declines to come over, she’s pretty sure it’s going to be a good night.

tbh, im fucking tired of seeing those ‘motivational artists’ posts.

“its okay if you dont get noticed” – no, no it is very much not okay. an artists can see a really crappy 2-seconds sketches of a character (from anywhere) that someone ‘’famous’‘ has drawn and that suddenly has over 500 notes. They spent an entire day on something they sketched and get, what, like 4 stupid hearts and no reblogs? That feeling fucking sucks, don’t tell a new artist it is okay if they don’t get noticed, whether or not they are new to the art community or have been drawing for years/decades! THE SAME WITH WRITING. I have seen and been told about ‘’famous’‘ artists all together ignoring up and coming artists – and what i mean by that is just giving a little heart that means nothing while reblogging the exact same couple/person(s) by someone more ‘’famous‘’ and writing encouraging tags.

Me, as an artist, strive for recognition. Especially during the kind of semester I’m having where all i’m getting is critism, not even constructive criticism, just ‘ur not an artist’, ‘you need to fix this and this’ and other bullshit that someone who can barely even get up in the morning or stomach her own drawing and stories anymore can hear.

“its okay not to be noticed” transfers into “you will never be noticed” (to me)

there are people who have drawn and write short stories for as long as they can remember and all they ever get are a few words of encouragement, a few smiles, and then their work is forgotten for something ‘’better‘’.

I use to reblog those “its okay…” posts because i thought, one day, i’d believe it. But i just… I don’t. Because it’s not okay. It’s not okay when you spend years in a community and don’t get noticed at all. It’s not okay when you spend hours on renders or sketches, drawings, stories, short-movies, amv, whatever your talent is, and being told ‘its okay’ or being told ‘please stop reblogging ur own shit’. 

There goes another shred of confidence in myself… and that’s not okay.

It. Is. Not. Okay.

And don’t even bring up networking with me. I’ve networked, am still networking because of the career I want to be in, and networking doesn’t do much if the person doesn’t deem said work piece as anything more than a little heart and a ‘good job kid’. You can have a plethora of people you speak to, daily or not, that art artist themselves and not reblog your work, but at the same time saying ‘you’ll get noticed one day’.

That little ‘you’ll get noticed one day’ thing? Yeah, that day could have been today. Do you even know who all your followers are? Who they are in contact with? Who they are related to?

And I get it. It’s your blog, you want to post things you like. But don’t give other artists that condescending ‘you’ll be noticed one day’ or ‘you really are a good artist’ when you aren’t even willing to just reblog (or even recommend) something of theirs to someone you know, who you may think enjoy this kind of art and reblog it on their page?

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How about- the religious family seeming to be more of a threat, forcing edd to consider Hexs for the sake of his kids. He manages to gather the ingredients and get it mostly put together but can't bring himself to complete it becuase its just not him. The boys peek into the work room, smelling the awful ingredients and see Edd with his head down next to his cauldron. With a shared look of worry the boys go to Edd, tugging at his cloak and asking if its about "them". (1/2) - witch anon

Edd reluctantly nods to them but before he can reassure them that its okay Matt pipes up saying. “You know what I say when they’re being mean?” Tom cuts in. “I’m rubber and you’re glue! Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you!” Edds eyes brighten at that, a wide smile spreading across his face. That was it, a repelling spell. He hugs and tells his boys how amazing and helpful they are. <3 (2/2) -witch anon. 

aww!! ❤

anonymous asked:

Rfa boys, sorry for jaehee fans, and them reacting to MC bringing them lunch at work/school. She doesn't necessarily have to make it but its up to you :D

Your wish is my command :3 I think this is such a cute one ohmigosh. I totally rushed this one tho so it might not be that great IM SORRY BUT I WANTED TO GET STARTED ON THE REQUESTS THAT I HAVE. but no baehee D: PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN REQUESTS OR JUST QUESTIONS, I will answer them in the order I receive them :D


  • He totally slept in and bolted outta the house without grabbing his lunch. 
  • He was texting you about how he was starving in class, bc he didn’t eat breakfast and didn’t have enough money for lunch  I feel you yoosung 
  • So being the amazing girlfriend that you are you decide to bring him a lunch
  • You pack all of his faves, throwing in some honey buddha chips that he stole from seven in too,
  • You get dressed and decide to surprise him on campus RIP MC
  • You’re about to abort mission and just text him when you hear some people talking about LOLOL, naturally you gravitate towards them because if yoosung wasn’t there then god only knows where he was
  • Sure enough he was in the middle of the group, having a heated debate on which weapon would be best when he saw you
  • His jaw dropped, and he rubbed his eyes a few times
  • Ok so I know I’m tired but why do I see my beautiful girlfriend in front of me, am I like losing my mind
  • He heard his friends talking, “woah, why is that babe walking over here smiling?” “idk man but i’d hit that”
  • And like that our little yandere boy was out of his dream like state
  • He glared at his friends, told them that was his gf. 
  • He walked over to MC and smiled, hugging her, what are you doing here he asked
  • Well being the amazing gf that I am, I brought you a lunch :D I made it myself too, and delivered it. Aren’t you lucky
  • As if he didn’t already know. >.>
  • He was so happy he couldn’t even say anything he just squeezed her again
  • They sat down to eat together, and his friends came by again bc they didnt believe mc was real to say hello
  • Yoosung was so happy surrounded by his friends and girlfriend,”I should forget my lunch more often”


  •  You were worried about your man, is that a crime
  • His schedule was so crazy packed and it looked like he lost weight too
  • You didn’t want your baby to overexert himself
  • so obv you grab some food and decide to have lunch with him
  • You pick up some super healthy food, and grab some fish shaped bread for desert and make your way to his rehersals. 
  • You sit in the audience, admiring your talented boy toy, when the director calls the scene
  • You get up and he runs over to you, smothering you in a hug
  • Babe, what a pleasant surprise. What’s up, I miss you” :(
  • Zen we saw each other like 5 hours ago. Yeah EXACTLY
  • You hold up the food and his entire face lights up
  • He’s so happy that you care 
  • Ever since he ran away from home, he’s been on his own
  • So he’s really happy that you care enough about him to bring him lunch
  • You guys sit together and eat it, enjoying each others company
  • He tries feeding you, laughing at the blush the begins to crawl on your face
  • Also, you guys may or may not go into his dressing room for a little fun hue hue hue


  • You know that cat daddy stresses himself out and totally over works himself
  • so one day you make him lunch
  • tbh you’re really nervous
  • before you can change your mind
  • you barge into his office and see him at his desk looking over paper
  • hair mussed from him running his hands through it all day
  • He barely notices you, so you walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek
  • That stirrs him out of his trance
  • “MC, darling what brings you here? Is everything alright?”
  • You kiss him on the nose, “Yes Juju, everythings great. I thought you might be stressed out so I cooked lunch for you. I don’t know if it will suit your taste tho…..”
  • Nonsense.” He immediately brings you over to the couch and begins digging in. He honestly would love anything, as long as it was somewhat associated with you. 
  • As you being talking to him, he visibly relaxes. Enjoying your company, he listens, playing with your hair affecctionately. Feeding you bites inbetween your stories. 
  • After he is finished he pulls you to him, and just holds you. He kisses the top of your head and says into your hair, how much he appreciates everything you do for him and how much you love him. 
  • He’s totally blushing guys, I can’t hes so cute GAWD
  • Afterwards he just kisses you, letting you know that he loved the commoner food and wouldnt mind having it more often. 
  • Now you guys have lunch dates like every week :3


  • So since this nub works from home, its not a huge ordeal to bring him lunch
  • thats what youd think right
  • this kid, literally LIVES on chips and phd pepper
  • Initially, he gets irriatated when you bring him food, but when he sees that you made it yourself and put it effort
  • He feels so guilty
  • Here you were just trying to show that you cared about him, and he was being a dick 
  • surprise surprise
  • So he’ll come over and this guy
  • will act 
  • so 
  • spoiled
  • like you gotta feel him everything
  • and he will be hella clingy
  • MC! MC! Seven wants the airplane now” 
  • Seven why are you talking in third person
  • He is super surprised at how well you cook, and he makes a mental note to try making breakfast for you once
  • like how hard could it be right?
  • GoD PlS nO
  • After you guys eat he cuddles you a lot, he still is kinda closed with his emotions, but he seriously loves you. He doesn’t feel worthy at all of your love, but he can’t let you go. 
  • Covers you in kisses to try showing you how much he loves you
  • Also tries to burp in your mouth, thats it we’re over seven

Yeah so this one was a fast one hehe. Please specify if you guys want mini fics or like scenarios or like hc/reactions. I like my posts to be on the longer side but I seriously rushed through this one. I am always open to critique so if you guys have any tips or comments pls send them in i would love reading them :D

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Daddy Day [a E2!Barry Allen imagine]

Request: Could you please do a e2 Barry Daddy where he brings the 3 boys to work with him and luca pretends not to be interested but he ends up thinking its awesome and when he sees Barry struggling between work and watching those three (mainly Nico cause a tiny human) he holds Nico and yeah :)

a/n: #barryandhisboys #godbless #pleasetalktome i had such a bad day and i just wanna cry

My kids list is here, look, request, yeah :)

“Sweetie, I’ve got everything under control. Jace is-” Barry spins on the heel of his brown dress shoe, sighing. The fifteen year old gawks at the large CCPD plaque, blue striped hoodie hanging off both shoulders, exposing his gray shirt. “Right here. Right in front of me.” he breathes into the phone, repositioning Nico on his hip.

Meanwhile, you watch your two girls play with their friends. Crossing your legs, you fix your black blazer, smiling when the cake appears. “Okay, sexy. Give Nico kisses from mommy. I love you.” you whisper, waiting for your husband to say it back before hanging up.

His cream sweater wrinkles as he slips his phone in his back pocket. Readjusting Nico on his hip, he kisses his forehead before peering back. “Jace! Luke! Let’s go- Hey, you little monkey, those aren’t for you!” Barry laughs, prying his thin glasses out of the babbling toddler’s grip.

Jace follows his dad, walking backwards, running his fingers through his chestnut hair. “Woah, dad, this place is huge! How come I had to wait fifteen years for you to bring me but Nico’s barely even two and you’re all… ‘I’m bringing him to work, blah, blah, blah’.” he frowns, bumping into Barry by accident. He cringes, spinning around; gray Vans squeaking on the waxed floor.

“It’s because Nico’s his favorite.” Luca grumbles next to Jace, stomping up the staircase, fixing his gold letterman jacket.

When the dad comes to the door to his lab, he swirls around, thick brown eyebrows furrowed under his glasses. “That is not true, Luca Allen. I love you all equally.” Barry argues, ignoring the toddler undoing his yellow bow tie. “Please just…do me a favor? Get in the room so I can get some work done?” he pleads, pointing into the lab. His green eyes watch the two older boys enter, following suit.

A stack of papers sit on the metal desk and Barry sighs, stalking towards it. As the tall brunette shifts through different files, Nico whines, hazel eyes shining with watery tears. Jace wonders around the lab, picking up random things and inspecting them, like a true detective. “Daddeeee!” Nico cries, lower lip quivering at the lack of attention.

Huffing, Barry repositions him on his hip; one palm on the papers. “Baby, I know, I know. Give daddy just a second to rea-” There’s a loud crash and he whips his head around, seeing Jace standing over a pool of red liquid, looking guilty. Sighing, he squeezes his eyes shut, bouncing the toddler. “Jace… just go sit down. Please. I’ll take care of it.” he mutters.

Nico cries again, pulling on his daddy’s sweater. “Daaaddddeee!”

Blinking wildly, Barry rubs his eyes before picking up the papers, puckering his lips to make noises. Bringing his pointer finger to the file, he reads it over, body bending due to the weight of Nico. “Dad, I’ll take him.” Luca says softly, outstretching his arms. Barry smiles, cheeks wrinkling.  

“You’re gonna go with Lukey while daddy works. Okay? Okay?” he mumbles, handing Nico to his eldest son. Luca scowls at the nickname and Jace laughs from his seat. “And you,” he points to fifteen year old, “Aren’t going to touch anything else, understood?” Barry raises an eyebrow.

Jace slumps in his seat, nodding his head. The dad rolls his mossy green eyes, pressing his palms to the desk. Adjusting his little brother on his hip, Luca runs a hand through his blond locks, strutting towards Jace. “Nico’s totally his favorite. He just won’t admit it.” he whispers, smirking.

anonymous asked:

could you write a drabble for robron and number 7?

How long has it been?

“How long has it been?”

5 months, 3 weeks, 2 days and almost 13 hours. He wasn´t going to tell Julia that though, that he was still counting. That he still hoped that at some point he´d be able to stop the clock.

It would just make him look pathetic and desperate.

Not that that wouldn´t be true, but they had only known each other for about 15 minutes and the fact alone that he was spending his Friday morning sitting on a dark brown leather couch in a small cosy room, surrounded by bookshelves and with a pillow in his lap; instead of lying in his bed, hiding under the covers and nursing the rest of last nights whiskey, made him feel vulnerable enough. Thank you very much.

He most certainly wasn´t ready to let her in on the full extent of his desolation and self-hate. At least not yet.

Maybe if he kept staring at the clock on the wall behind her he could somehow will time to go by faster.

“6 months,” he said.

Robert looked at her then, trying hard to act somewhat nonchalant. His voice was void of emotion, but his hands were gripping the pillow tightly by its edges. So tightly that his knuckles turned white. If nothing else, Robert had gotten good at hiding his real feelings again over the last couple of months.

“I´m doing fine.”

“Yes, I´m eating.”

“You don´t have to worry about me.”

The lies rolled off his tongue far easier these days.

Right after, they hadn´t.

Aaron had taken a sledgehammer to all of the walls Robert had carefully built over years, but at least he had still been a closed book to everyone else. That was until everything had fallen apart and he hadn´t been able to keep up the pretence any longer. Hadn´t had the strength to play tough. Not that he had talked to people about it, but the dark circles under his puffy eyes and his ashen complexion had been enough of a giveaway for anyone who had still cared enough to notice.

Julia gave him a kind smile and nodded. She was maybe in her late thirties, sitting across from him in a matching brown arm chair, her legs crossed, her long blonde hair in a braided bun on top of her head. It reminded him of Liv.

God, Robert missed Liv.

“And how would you say you´re coping with the separation?” Julia´s voice was soft and gentle. She sounded like she actually cared, not as if she was only pretending to be interested, because making him feel welcome and getting him to open up about things he didn´t want to share was her job. Not the way Diane sounded when she called once in a blue moon.

Robert let his eyes wander across the room, unwilling to look the therapist in the eye in fear of being found out and psychoanalysed, until they settled on the window. It was slightly fogged by the cold November air, little drops of condensation making their way from its top down to the windowsill, but he could still make out the row of cars driving by down below. People driving to work or bringing their kids to school. Functioning, well-adjusted adults, who had managed to get out of bed that morning and were able to go about their day without a pit in their stomach, without a constant feeling of dread.

It was so much easier to focus on them than to look at the counsellor in front of him, when he didn´t feel like he deserved the sympathetic look in her eyes.

“I´m coping,” he answered.

It was bullshit. Obviously.

Sure, nowadays he held out on opening a new bottle of alcohol until the early hours of the afternoon, instead of diving in as soon as he woke up in the morning. He had actually managed to send out two application letters that week (London flats were expensive and his savings wouldn´t last forever), but that was about it.

Victoria had called it progress. Robert new that it was nothing more than mere survival, unworthy of her praise.

Even four months after his move, his place was still covered in unopened boxes of flat-pack furniture. A manifestation of his reluctance to accept his new living situation and everything that came with it as fact, staring back at him every time he entered the place. The scattered boxes and emptied bottles mocking him for every terrible choice he´d ever made. But what really was doing him in now, months into this newfound so-called life oh his, was the lack of human interaction. These days, Victoria´s daily calls, which had grown more and more concerned as time passed by, and the two lines of small talk he shared with a rotating number of delivery men every night were the only reminders he had of the fact that there was indeed a world out there, behind his four walls.

Julia didn´t push for more right away. She just slid her round, gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose with her index finger and scribbled something into her notebook instead. It made Robert nervous. Made him feel like he hadn´t pulled that line off as well as he had hoped. It made him feel like maybe she knew.

He tightened his jaw and crossed his arms over the pillow. Drew it a little closer, until it was pressed against his chest, because the look on Juila´s face made him feel exposed and that was the only bit of protection he had in here.

“I know that this isn´t easy, but I can only help with whatever is going on with you, if you open up…” Julia said, but it was Victoria´s voice he heard it in.

It´s what she had been telling him ever since he had crashed on her couch that first night after Aaron had kicked him out. And she hadn´t let it go, even after Robert was out of her sight and trying his best to keep her worries at bay by sounding as convincingly okay as possible on the phone. Victoria hadn´t bought it, of course she hadn´t. She had always been able to see through his facade. So instead of giving up and letting it go, she had started to drop hints about therapy. About how it might be easier to talk to someone who wasn´t so involved in all of it, someone he wouldn´t feel pre-judged by.

Actually, it was her who had given him Julia´s number in the end, begging him to at least give it a try.

It had taken weeks, but in the end he hadn´t been able to refuse his little sister. Especially not since she was the only one still willing to put up with him after everything. His pride wasn´t worth losing that.

Wasn´t worth losing her.

“It´s…,”  Robert didn´t quite know how to explain the way he had been feeling for the past couple of months without giving away too much too soon.

“It´s been really hard,”  is what he settled on.  

There was more. Of course there was more.

I miss him. I miss my home. I miss my family. It´s hard, because in the end it was all my fault. It´s even harder, because I always knew that I would disappoint him. It was just a matter of time.

There was a voice inside his head, that unsurprisingly sounded a lot like his little sister, telling him to let it all out right then and there, just for the slight chance of feeling a little bit better afterwards, a little bit more like himself. It had been a long six months and Robert had grown so incredibly tired of pretending. He was desperate to just once go to bed without feeling like someone was punching him in the gut repeatedly, while his mind was running in circles. Just one night without the image of a crying Aaron clouding his every thought.

He didn´t though.

Because at the end of the day, no matter the pain, he was still Robert Sugden. He was still Jack´s son, which meant that he knew the consequences of letting other people in on your feelings and sharing things they might not be ready to hear, far too well. It was going to take him more than twenty minutes to trust the woman in front of him with all of his deepest darkest secrets, if he ever would.

But at least this felt like a start.

He wasn´t sure if this would actually help, but he owed it to Victoria to try.

He certainly owed it to Aaron.

And maybe Robert even owed himself the chance of getting better, no matter how badly he had messed things up.  

Especially, if he wanted to keep his hopes of ever being allowed to come home again alive.

anonymous asked:

Shy Sid->Mom Sid to the rookies because they know Capt Geno will fucking murder them if they forgot basic shit and Sid's really good at smuggling stuff to them. Rookies figure out he gives amazing romantic advice(be nice. Listen. It's basic but they need it). When Geno finds out they've been bugging Sid he growls that they better show Sid they're thankful so they start taking Sid for lunch/finding books he likes/promising time at the Rec center with the kids. Their friendship sneaks up on Sid

Sidney’s romantic advice is literally lowkey what he and Geno does

Geno made him cheesecake when Sidney felt too down to drag him out of his work = “Maybe you should bring her something she likes? Like her favorite dessert. She sounds like she has a lot on her plate right now.”

Geno leaves Sidney with a blanket and hot tea when Sidney needs his alone time to cool down = “Maybe she needs some space. Like send a message to make sure she’s okay. I know that’s what I’d like.”

and so on. but the rookies only get these advice when they sit with sidney for a minimum of 30 minutes; they have also discovered how quiet Thoughtful Sidney can be

The lion-switching theory from a marketing POV?

I caught up with an old college friend who’s been working on media marketing for a couple of years last weekend, and while we were talking the topic of VLD and the lion/paladin-swap theory that’s been going around came up and I explained to him the idea that fans are theorizing about Keith taking over Black, Lance Red, and Allura Blue. (He was aware of the old Voltron series, even the 2011 one, but he was new to VLD.) And he brought up something interesting that I thought I could share. (I thought it was quite a different view from how the lion-swap theory’s been viewed, since it goes down a more “practical” vein.) (also a disclaimer: I have little to no marketing background so there may be things I’m overlooking or misinterpreting; feel free to add, contest, or point out.)

The thing is, VLD’s marketing (product marketing, specially) is heavy (if not centered) on its being a kids show, meaning toys. And we’ve seen this in the Playmates line and now the Burger King partnership. And he told me that one important thing about marketing something like this, especially to a market of children, is “consistent association”—making sure certain aspects of a franchise are easily identifiable for kids who could want specific toys because they favor a specific character. One example he gave is the logos and color schemes for the Justice League cartoon (or even the Justice League in general), which you can use as minimally as possible on merch (the Batman logo on a black bg for example) but will be easily and readily identifiable enough by children. (Other examples could be the color schemes and gem appearances in SU or character color schemes in Adventure Time—the more consistent a series’ character designs are, the easier it is to make distinctive merchandise.)

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@jaxstronomy is to blame for getting me off my butt to do an effort piece getting me on board for a Cross tarot project! And given that Elysia is pretty much a living ray of sunshine, it was only natural that she get the Sun card!

I didn’t really think to document the process all that much, but @anryl was interested in seeing it, so I’m gonna put what I have of it under the cut.

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anonymous asked:

YOI kinda lines up sports anime tropes to shoot em down, especially in the first few episodes. Yuuko's introduction was one: it's set up so that we expect her to be Yuuri's childhood crush, but then we learn later on that she's married with three kids and not only is he not sad/jealous about her marriage, he doesn't even bring her up when he's asked about his romantic past--they were really just friends all along. 1/2

2/2 Another is that sports protags are almost always talented amateurs who start at the bottom and work their way up to the top over the course of the story. Yuuri starts off as a professional, who’s been in competition for years, who was good enough to make it to the biggest competitions. Regular sports protagonists gain confidence as they learn more about the sport, while Yuuri just has a huge case of impostor syndrome to work through.

Thanks for that addition! I didn’t watch sports anime before yoi so it wasn’t until I joined fandom when I understood how revolutionary it is but even then I was impressed with the way Yuuko was introduced. In western media, you too have that trope of a childhood crush/friend that turns out to be a beauty and ends up as a plot device rather than a real character while Yuuko is never objectified or sexualized. It applies to all the woman in yoi and it’s definitely worth noticing.

And you’re right with that, of course, I believe that Yuuri is in whole a very original main character. I think that while Yurio is taken from a specific tradition of protagonists (again, I’m not a specialist in anime but Kubo-sensei told in an interview that he was the first character she had in mind because she knew the specific type of character she wanted to use), Yuuri seems to be a wonderful character because he’s something new. Like, his age, his place in the sport, his experience, his anxiety, his sexuality, all of this makes his characters so much interesting and relatable and it also means the classic scheme won’t work for him. But again, this is just one of so many things yoi does good and differently. I could talk for hours about why characters are so well-written here but I think you said the most important thing. Thanks for your message!

Dating Lee Taeyong Oh yea

i lOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH!!!! I have an endless amount of headcanons oh boy here we go

- hes like your mom
- seriously
- hes so protective of you omg
- “ did you eat today? ” “did you sleep well?” “do you need anything?”
- constantly texts you while hes gone
- when youre sick he gets all worked up and buysyou teddy bears, makes you soup, brings your medication, makes sure you have enough blankets, EVERYTHING
- always nags you to clean up after yourself lmao but its cute
- if you slightly mention something that you want, hES GONNA GET IT
- he can get jealous, too
- like youll be talking to another member and you lightly touch them and taeyong flips out
- “did you just hug jaehyun”
- he wouldnt be SUPER jealous and protective, he would still let you do whatever you want (most of the time), but he’ll still show people that are being too flirty that youre already taken
- he cleans eVERYTHING
- like you dont even have to worry in the slightest about cleaning the house bc he already did it
- you come home and everything is spARKLING
- it always smells nice, too
- anime dork
- hes always coming up to you when you come home like “you wont believe what happened in this anime i just watched”
- or like when youre both at home you like to binge watch studio ghibli movies aaa
- you get all cozy against him and you watch movies until you fall asleep
- and then he carries you to your room and asdfghjkl hes such a gentleman ??
- he always does stuff for you and its so nice
- he’ll always make sure youre happy before the two of you do ANYTHING
- when youre sad he does anything to make you happy again
- most of the time its aegyo
- ok and
- imagine kissing lee taeyong
- theres only two types of kisses: soft and passionate, or rough and needy ;)
- theres no in between
- hes romantic, too
- he’ll always take you to nice places like coffee shops, nice restaurants, or just sets up a nice scene out in the backyard with lights and candles and the two of you will just make smores or something
- the two of you also like taking photos together
- like you have a wall just dedicated to each others photos and its so cute
- but taeyong gets sad, too, like when talking about his past and stuff
- like seeing taeyong cry breaks your heart
- so you hold him and run your hands through his hair and tell him heart warming and funny things to get his spirits back up
- or acting cute
- thats works every time
- anyways
- you also like to help him write songs
- but youre not very good at it and make up weird things
- “(Y/N)…that doesn’t make any sense”
- but he enjoys your presence anyways
- when he sees you with little kids his heart stops
- or even if its just the younger members of nct like jaemin or chenle
- taeyong thinks its so ??? cute ???
- he would always bring up kids and how much of a good mother you would be
- and you just blush
- you guys are soulmates tbh
- so cute

waa !!! taeyong is the love of my life i had to force myself to stop writing or else it would go on forever haha;; but writing these headcanons is so fun asdfghjkl