and ive been waiting for something

going clothes shopping with hobi and him making you try on a bunch of clothes that he likes while he waits outside the dressing room and whenever you come out wearing something that he really likes he makes a scene saying things like “WOOOWW!!!!!!” and “OH YEAHHH!!!!!!” extra loud which would probably be for almost every outfit bc he loves you and he thinks you’re lovely no matter what you wear!!!!

Proof that Jim was on Tarsus IV in the reboots

Or at least my interpretation of said “proof.”

*cracks knuckles*

So, because I love making things as angsty for Jim as humanly possible, I’ve found a kernel of proof that Jim did in fact experience Tarsus.

Granted this kernel literally lasts a couple of seconds, but it counts. That’s why it’s a kernel.

Anyway.

In the Daystrom scene when they higher ups are discussing the London attack, the first thing they have up on their screens is John Harrison’s bio. We know from interviews and such that the bio information on that screen is the same as the bio information in the STID app. This app has the following information:

‘John Harrison’ was born in 2228 in Dover, Great Britain, Earth to Richard and Sara Harrison. Harrison was one of nine survivors of the attack on the colony on Tarsus IV in 2246, where both of his parents were killed in the attack. He graduated from the London School of Economics in 2250.

After graduating, he was appointed associate researcher, Starfleet Data Archive (London), East Annex in 2255. He was tasked with collection, organization and analysis of declassified data received from Starfleet commissioned starships and from Federation member states.

Obviously the important part is in that first paragraph.

Now, when everyone is in the room and first has access to this info when Marcus is starting the meeting, we are shown a second long (or so) shot of Jim looking at his screen. He double takes at the information, then looks up, immediately seeking out Spock.

Spock is already looking at him. Not at Marcus. He’s looking at Jim. As if Spock has read the information on his own screen, knows about Tarsus IV and Jim’s connection to it, and is looking to Jim in question, asking if John Harrison’s information is truly accurate. And by the look on Jim’s face, something is wrong, and they both look away, waiting to hear more information.

This assumes that Spock somehow already knows that Jim was on Tarsus IV, but I don’t think this is very far-fetched. When Spock choked Jim on the bridge, there was skin-to-skin contact. Imagine what was going through Jim’s mind in that moment. Imagine if that wasn’t the first time in his life he’s been strangled, or more generally, close to death. Imagine that Tarsus IV was on his mind and Spock picked up on it. Imagine that after the events of that movie, they talked about it, and that’s how they started forging their path to friendship.

Am I assuming a lot here? Abso-fucking-lutely. But I think it’s pretty good reasoning and tbh there’s nothing to explicitly refute it.

And I gotta have my Tarsus IV fix ;)

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Guess who I finally collected yesterday

Overthinking ➹ Spencer Reid x Reader

hey! i combined two requests hope y’all don’t mind. i personally think i captured his character pretty well in this?? idk, hope u enjoy this guys! tried to make it a little longer than usual

first request: 25 + Spence

second request: 1 + 20 with Spence

“Thank you.” - “For what?” - “For being you.” - “Aw, thanks. I don’t know how to be anyone else.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.”

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

Originally posted by sweetg

THIS IS THE CUTEST FUCKING GIF IVE EVER SEEN

The case that the team worked on this week had been a tough one. It didn’t have a happy outcome and many victims died, leaving their families asking questions and feeling broken. You found it very hard to deal with. Although you and your team did all that you possibly could, you still felt like there was something else you should’ve done to help.

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pararibulitis is a disease which has the ability to cause one to have hallucinations that are extremely painful, it could be triggered by anything, one could touch something and it would hurt very badly.

bts as parents

seokjin
•probably has a little boy and girl
•the one that always! picks! up! their! kids! from! school!
•loves packing their lunches bc he loves helping out his s/o! he also loves cooking but we all know that
•he leaVES LIL NOTES FOR HIS KIDS ON THEIR LUNCHES
•"do well in school today! please don’t fail!“
•tries to be encouraging but its very kinda embarrassing
•like at soccer games or really any sporting event this man is yELLING YOUR CHILDRENS NAMES OUT
•he’s also the type of parent to always wanna tuck their kids in bed even when they’re grown
•overall wonderful parent 10/10 v loving

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assumptions | archie andrews (riverdale)

Originally posted by oharchiekinss

prompt: 50-“if i asked, you’d say no” “you don’t know that”

the siren sounds the crowd jumping up from the bleachers cheering as the bulldogs seal their win

you let out a cheer jumping around with the rest of the squad shaking your pom poms and doing tricks as you help keep the crowd hype.

you turn to watch the boys praise their team mates jumping onto each other ruffling each other’s hair whilst giving each other ‘bro’ hugs

betty & veronica break formation and rush over to you jumping up and down shaking their poms in your face “stop” you chuckle shaking your own in their faces

the girls wear smirks on their faces as they glance behind you “what?” you giggle turning your head to see your red headed best friend smiling stupidly, helmet in hand.

you turn biting for lip “ill be back” you rush over toward archie jumping into his arms a smile wide on both of your faces.

“congrats archikins” you tease as he places you back on the ground, his friends walking past and congratulating him on a good game.

“why are the girls giggling like maniacs” you turn to give the girls an evil glare.

“i honestly don’t know” you rock on the back of your heels “pops?” he smiles and nods throwing an arm around me

we walk back over to our giddy friends “pops?” we announce and they nod like maniacs “what’s gotten into you two” archie retorts concussion in his words

“where’s jug and reg-” i squeal as i pull from archie’s grasp and lifting up into the air, my hair swishing around as i fight against the strong hold

laughs fill the field as they all enjoy the torture im enduring from a very hype raven haired jock “reggie!” i yell annoyance in my voice

“c'mon mantle put her down” archie eases smiling as im thrown over the boys shoudlers, my ass practically out for the world to see.

“babe you better but her down, otherwise archikins here my start throwing some hands for his girl” ronnie tease causing the boy to set me back down

i straight out my uniform punching the boy in the arm causing him to cry out, i stick my tongue out at him as veronica cuddles into her awfully tall boyfriend.

i turn to see archies face turning red, he refused to make eye contact with me. “oh my god” ronnie giggles teasing the red headed boy “he’s blushing because i called her his girl!” she squeals as her boyfriend notices his best friends discomfort

“c'mere ronnie, leave the poor guy alone” he rests his hand on her hips

archie shakes his head “oh no it’s fine, we’re just friends v” he throws his arms over my shoulders as my smile slips off my face.

i pull away from the gesture, rolling my eyes i take off the boys letterman jacket and shove it into his chest “ill see you later friend” i smile sarcastically walking away from my group of friends

archie & i had been living next door to each other since we were born and we’d grown up together, but as the years passed you grew closer and closer until you hit high school

something had changed, those lingering looks were no longer just archie being weird and friendly. it was something more, it was flirting and that’s how it’s been the past 3 years.

constant flirting, we’d have sleepovers and cuddle sessions and to anyone who didn’t know you would think that we were a couple. but if you did know me you’d know that ive had a crush on archie andrews since i was thirteen.

i thought that the feelings weren’t one sided and that maybe just maybe archie was just waiting for the right time to ask me out but now it just proves that im just another girl to the red headed boy. just a ‘friend’“

the two girls rush after me the guys lingering on the field unaware of what the hell just happened.

we wound up at pops sipping on milkshakes like any other day, except it wasn’t. the booth wasn’t filled with as many warm bodies as it normally is.

the girls have been trying to cheer me up by talking about only the cutest guys at school which evidently according to the two girls were jughead & reggie, but they argue that their opinion is definitely not bias and definitely not because they’re dating the two

“so let me get this straight, the two bachelors your offering aren’t actual on offer because well they’re dating the two of you dorks?”

they glance at each other bursting into laughter “okay maybe um- im sorry” i roll my eyes dipping into bettys chips as the door chimes indicating another customer

my eyes move toward the door to reveal reggie, jughead & the one and only archie andrews.

“i gotta pee”

i stand up quickly moving away from the booth and legging it to the girls bathroom ignoring archie desperate calls

i cuss under my breathe trying to plan out how i can flee without them noticing but coming up empty. guess ill just have to leg it.

the door creaks as i open it and i instantly cuss giving away my presence to the group, i stop stupidly plastering a smile on my face. i slowly edge over to the group reaching out for my purse.

“im suuuper tired, im going to head off” i force my legs to move as fast as possible as the carry me out into the car park no sign of anyone following me until i hear someone yell my name.

i sigh turning around as archie jogs over to me “im sorry” he blurts creasing his brows a sad smile on his beautiful face

“i shouldn’t have said what i did back at the game”

i sigh crossing my arms across my chest “im listening” he half smiles stepping closer to me

“the guys they gave me a little pep talk before we came her.. why didn’t you tell me you had feeling for me” he asks hope in his eyes.

“why didn’t you? why didn’t you ask ME out” you question back

“you’d have said no-” he huffs glancing back into the diner as our friends crowd around the window peering out

“you don’t know that” i clap back anger beginning to run through my veins.

“archie i don’t get you!” i and exclaim running my fingers through my hair “i had this idea- it’s sounds so stupid to me now-” i pause laughing to myself

“i thought you had the same feelings as i did, i thought that the flirting the sleepovers the lingering looks! i thought that was a sign and now i just look stupid”

“(y/n)” he tried to interject but i shake my head at him “no archie im not done” he puts his hands up in defence

“that guy that didn’t want chuck clayton to be my first kiss because you knew he didn’t ‘love me’, that guy that kissed me because you told me that my first kiss should be with someone who truly loves you”

“that is the guy i feel for, the goof ball, the music enthusiast. the boy that protects me no matter what- i thought that i was giving you enough signs” i laugh to myself

“guess it wasn’t-” i turn away from him walking away but im stopped me he grabs my arm pulling my into his chest.

“i was so stupid, please let me make it up to you” his puppy eyes burn into my head and i groan placing my head into his chest “fine”

a smile graces his lips, his eyes beaming down on me “movies? tomorrow night?”

i perk up my eyebrows “are you asking me out?” he nods “i sure am”

“well i mean i guess i could squeeze you in to my busy calendar” i tease poking his chest

he grabs my face and connects are lips, my arms running up his chest and through his red hair.

we break apart and head back into pops hand in hand back toward a friend, who tried to act nonchalant like they weren’t just watching us argue and makeout in the parking lot

we slide into the booth, archie instantly pulling me into his chest. an arm wrapped protectively around me

the others glance at one another smirks dripping from their expressions as they enjoy the company. “shut up!” i laugh chasing the rest of the group to break character and blurt a bounce of random nonsense

“it’s about damn time!”

“nod kidding” i giggle looking up to the red headed boy, glowing with happiness. i return the smile back as he dips down and kisses my head

“better late then never, right?”

my favorite part of 413 is that ive been refreshing mspa wlf and snapchat all day waiting for SOMETHING and theres been nothing and now i gotta go to work and i feel like everythings gotta happen before i get home bc i wont be home until nearly midnight? fuckin lame.

Lance and Keith both having adhd and stuff happening idk

Lance:I have a plan

Keith:

Lance: (tells him what he needs to do)

Keith:(is halfway done with what he needs to do, pauses, then looks at lance) what was I suppose to do again?

Lance:you- I……shit I forgot the plan abort abORT 

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Lance:  Ive never been more happy to see your pudding curdling face again

Keith: wait why does my face curdle pudding?

(long convoluted conversation later)

Lance and thats why bunny rabbits are inherently evil

Keith: they worked for the garla this whole time and we never even KNEW

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Shiro: (finds keith and lance having a conversation in the common room, focused expressions on there faces) whatcha doing

keith: talking

Lance: you want in?

Shiro: sure……(evil smile) I wonder what the capital of Russia is

Lance:(pauses)…….something about cows

Keith: something like cowmos- (begins conversation that slowly spirals into madness)

shiro: (watches from the side lines, enjoying life)

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keith:(taps leg)

Lance:(gets annoyed with noise and puts hand on leg) stop

keith: huh, uh ok

lance:thank you (pulls away)

Lance:(begins tapping fingers)

keith:(gets annoyed with noise and puts hand on hand) stop

Lance: woops sorry

both:….

both:(starts back up there twitching)

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Pidge: focus

Lance: I am-

Pidge: FOCUS

keith:(from across the room) HE IS!

Hunk:(pokes keith) keith focus

Lance: he is!

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anonymous asked:

Ive had a crush on this guy for about 3 years now, and suddenly he has started to show a lot of interest in me. At one point i could tell he was trying to ask me out, but he was really nervous and went back to his seat. Since then we've been talking quite a bit, but it seems that we're still nervous around one another. I was wondering what I should do? Should I ask him out or just wait until he does something?? I'm also really afraid as coming off too strong (I'm excited). How do I not do that?

well i think that if you know he was trying to ask you out but he was too nervous you should ask him out! he might appreciate it too if he was too nervous when he tried. Also i dont think asking him out would be coming on too strong at all, especially if you know he likes you. Go for it!

i wanted to make a little appreciation post for all the avpd folks on here, so here’s to all the avoidants who:

  • spend hours or days working up the nerve to make that phone call
  • still share things with your friends even though everything in your body is screaming at you to stop
  • don’t text back for days or weeks at a time because it’s safer to let them wait than to humiliate yourself
  • can’t do anything in public comfortably, not even read, look at your phone, etc
  • stress sweat all the damn time
  • spend 40 minutes reading and rereading a post to make sure you didn’t accidentally say something stupid
  • have to use anger, snark, etc, to fuel yourself when you want to say something
  • are unfairly labeled as weak and timid because of you disorder

this doesn’t really even begin to encompass it, but i see you and i believe in you.

2 a.m. Cuddles

John Laurens x Reader

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1345

Warnings: Kissing, fluff, angst

Request: @askparanoidtwilight:Nervous laugh over read so much of yours aaAAAA-ahem. I was wondering if you could make a sUPER MEGA FLUFFY John Lauren’s x Reader? He’s honestly my adorable little freckled baby and Ive been in a constant need of John fluff-oh wait I have prompts-3,20,30, and 33 would all b really cute during like a thunderstorm or snow or something where they have to stay inside? Either that or just cuddling but who wouldn’t want to cuddle with John- and, preferably, modern AU? I’m sorry if I’m asking a lot-

3:  “You call this cuddling? You’re choking me!”
20: “Stop calling me cute!” “Stop doing cute things!”
30: “C-can you hold my hand?”
33: “Are you playing with my hair?”

A/N: I didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but I loved writing this one! I Hope you all enjoy!


“Party time!”

Your apartment door swung open without warning. A drunk on happiness, John Laurens falling through your doorway. A cluster of bags collapsing with him. John quickly jumped to his feet and kicked the door closed behind him and gathered the bags and their spilled contents in his arms.

“John! What the hell?” you shouted.

“Evening, darling.” he smiled, slamming his bags on the kitchen counter.

“John. It’s two  a.m.!” you pointed sharply at the clock.

“I am well aware, (Y/N).” he put his hand over yours. You stared awkwardly at it. It was going to be a long night. “Now, the question is why are you up at two a.m.?”

“It’s my apartment, John!” you yelled, crankily.

John gave your hand a quick squeeze, then swiftly pulled the book you were reading out from under your arms.

“Hey!” you reached over the counter. “Give that back! I have to study!”

“Study for what?” John turned over the textbook. “Ugh. Philosophy, don’t you know that’s the most useless major?”

“I’m not majoring in it. It’s just a throwaway class!”

“You consider philosophy a throwaway class?” John laughed. He skimmed through the book. “So, you would rather theorize whether the egg of chicken came first, than take an easy class like art or poetry.” he winked. “With me.”

“Ugh. John, sometimes you just drive me insane.” you groaned

“You are a college student after all, gotta keep you a little insane. Otherwise you’ll stand out. Mental breakdowns are a normal and required thing of a college student.”

“John.” you cried. “You aren’t helping.” You dropped your hands on the counter and put your head down, surrendering. Philosophy was the worst decision you could have made. You took it for the idea of it, not tests on Greek philosophers, their life stories, and to learn Greek. You had hoped John would have taken it with you, like he had promised last year.

But things change.

You started to cry. You started to have a breakdown. Mentally checking off a box in your head, the requirements of a college student, according to John Laurens. You knew John didn’t really mean it and he was only teasing and trying to cheer you up.

“Hey, (Y/N), no crying, we aren’t in kindergarten anymore.” that made you laugh a little. He tickled under your arms and made you spring back from your chair. He caught you and your head landed between his legs. Your tears rushed up your forehead. John laughed and smiled at you too. His energy was contagious, you couldn’t help but laugh.

John pulled you back onto your feet, and your fell against him as you tried to regain your balance. He gave a little laugh and steadied you with his hands.

You stood back up on your feet and John walked in the kitchen again. He started pulling everything out of the bags onto the counter.

“John…what is all of this?”

He pulled out cans of mountain dew, two pints of Ben and Jerrys, and several boxes of candy. “Midnight oil.” he smiled. “Except,” you pulled the textbook back out of your hands and closed it and put it on the counter. “Not for studying. Your brain is going to be fried if you study anymore. And I know you aren’t going to go to bed even if I tell you, so I thought I met try and cheer you up.”

John scooped the party supplies into his hands and dropped them on your coffee table then pulled you onto the couch with him. He bent over the table and pulled out some movies. “I’ve got Princess Bride, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, and Titanic. We can go through all of them or none of them. Whatever you want to do.”

You sighed and leaned in next to John. You rested your head on his chest. He smiled shyly at you.

“I’ll take that as a maybe then?” John leaned forward and put in Princess Bride. He reached over you and turned off the lights and handed you a carton of ice cream, along with a spoon. “Cheers.” he smiled, clinking your spoons together.

John snuggled a blanket over the two of you.

Halfway through the movie, John reached over to you. His hand between the two of you.

“C-can you hold my hand?” he whispered.

You smiled and laced your fingers through his.

“Thanks.” he blushed. You kissed him on the cheek. His eyes widened and a wide smile settled on his face.

John slung his arm behind you and rested his hand on your neck. You snuggled into him, pulling the blanket tighter around you.

A few minutes later, you felt a gentle tug against your head. You looked to see that John, had a small curl of hair wrapped around his finger. “Are you playing with my hair?” you laughed.

John blushed and dropped his hands. “Nope.”

His arms tightened protectively around you. Swaddling you in the blanket, in his arms. The blanket came just under your chin. Your movements were restricted. You tried to slide up to break free. “Oh my god!” you gasped. “You call this cuddling? You are choking me!”

John loosened his grip slightly and pulled the blanket from under your chin. “Sorry.” he frowned. “I just didn’t want you to get cold.”

“Well you about just choked me to death!” you teased, giving him a playful shove.

“You know what, (Y/N)?”

“What?” you laughed, staring into his eyes, the silhouette of the television, the film flashing on his face.

“You are cute.” he smiled, reaching for your hand again.

You laughed. “John, you’ve got to stop calling me cute! You call me that all the time!”

“Well stop doing cute things!” John laughed, slipping an arm above you and pulling you down to wrestle.

The two of you fell in a heap on the floor. John cushioned your fall and tried to hide his pain with a smile and laugh. “That didn’t hurt at all.” he laughed.

“You calling me fat?”

“Nah, babe.” he rubbed his back. “Just calling you boney.” he laughed.

“Well, my bad for having a spine!”

“Yeah, it is your bad!” John laughed, smiling at you. He rubbed the back of his neck and played with his hair. “You know, I don’t call you cute all the time. LIke tonight, I’ve only called you cute like once.”

“Well, I can hear your thoughts.” you laughed.

“Oh yeah?” John sat closer to you. You were still laying down on the floor. John hung over you, his curls falling in his face, masking his eyes. “What else are they saying?”

You leaned against the couch to sit up. His face was inches from yours.

“Everything.” you smiled.

John laughed. “You’d be right.”

“Let me shut them up then.” you sat up and met John halfway. Your lips collided and his hair brushed your forehead. His hand moved from your arm to your neck, to just under your ears. Holding you in his hands. He fell forward slowly onto you, and straddled his legs over you. He pushed you up against the leather couch. Your hair falling in your face.

He spared a finger to brush your hair away, letting it fall back behind your ear. His touch was warm and comforting. He kissed you slowly with sincere intent. You pushed up against him, up against the coffee table and kissed his chin, back up to his lips. They were small but long kisses.

Savoring each moment. Savoring each other. Savoring this foreign experience. This dream. This fantasy you always dreamed about. His heart beat like a drum against your chest. You put your palm over his heart and pulled away for a moment. Smiling breathlessly and staring into his eyes. He nodded slowly with you and his heart began to beat to a steady soft rhythm.

The credits of the movie played. Some snacks were pushed off the coffee table to the floor.

 It was four a.m. and you were kissing the boy you loved.

genderfluid nico fic

because my lovely genderfluid girlfriend is not feeling too well and i will do anything for her

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nico has always felt different. he remembers very distinctly believing as a child that he had been born a girl. his mother always corrected him, bianca always corrected him, but he had been entirely convinced that he was born a girl.

nico doesn’t tell anyone that. it’s an odd memory, something that he doesn’t care to share with another living being. 

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fuckkoffcourtney  asked:

Tythan headcanons where mark criticizes Ethan's editing a little and later when he gets home he breaks down and tyler has to comfort him and fLUFFY YES PLS

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN EXCUSE TO WRITE THIS PAIR AGAIN T H A N K Y O U

  • It starts out small, just mark saying something like “hey that isn’t really that neat, can you fix it ethan”
  • Ethan nodding and wishing Tyler were here bc tyler always reassured him that his editing was good
  • but tyler was sick
  • then it slowly escalates, to the point where mark eventually says that ethan’s work that day was shit
  • kathryn and amy coming to ethan’s defense, but the damage is done
  • Ethan just leaving early, not even saying anything to the other three
  • Ethan gets home to a sick Tyler greeting, but he says nothing and just retreats into his room
  • Tyler knows something is up
  • Sniffly!Tyler shuffling towards Ethan’s room and knocking, only to hear “GO AWAY TYLER” and a choked sob
  • Tyler coming in anyways, and embracing the sobbing ethan
  • ethan not even caring that tyler is sick, just letting his big arms remind him that everything will be okay
  • then, the next day, when ethan has to go back tyler is there with him, a reassuring smile 
  • mark has all of these “im sorry” posters and stuff, and ethan brightens up
  • everything is happy and i love these boys

thank you <33

Thank you anon! AND HECK YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST The rfa boys as dads makes me !! scree !! in love !!

I didn’t reread this to check for mistakes because it’s really late but i will recheck it tomorrow and fix anything that needs fixing!

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