and my parents are both really happy

SCREAMING

From this picture. We can observe a few things.

-This place is pretty local. We see Yuuri and Victor carrying fresh groceries (which literally imply once again, they probably live together lol). If this place was not local, I doubt Viktuuri would be shopping for gorceries there.

-Yuri is definitely DRESSED UP from his usual street fashion of tacky leopard print or tiger stripes. Similarly, Otabek, my boy, my light, is wearing such an elegant and cute sweater. Both of these boys EVIDENTLY made an effort in looking more formal than they usually do. And in the context of this situation, they definitely cared a lot about this date in order to change their usual style.

-THEY WERE SHARING MUSIC??? MY SKIN IS CLEAR??? MY LIFE IS COMPLETE??? They were probably super into it because they both look super interrupted and surprised at Viktuuri’s intrusion.

-OK LEMME POINT out how fUCKING PROUD BOTH YURI’S PARENTS LOOK? Yuuri looks so happy and looks as if is wishing Yuri a happy time while Viktor is just “man, my son is growing up and finally not that much of an angsty edgelord.”

-THEIR OUTFITS MATCH. THEIR OUTFITS MATCH. THEY LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER I’M CRYING. ARE WE CANON. WE’RE CANON RIGHT. AHHHH. WHAT IS THIS BLESSING IM CRYING IM LAUGHING I REALLY CANT GET OVER THIS. 

The joke isn’t that they’re cruel or bad at parenting or have any particular disdain for the world at large. They aren’t unkind to their neighbors or to the animals and their deeply devoted to their children and to each other.


The joke is that they’re happy.


The Addams Family is missing a lot of the typical sitcom tropes. There’s no mother-in-law jokes, no arguing over who’s supposed to fill what gender role, both Morticia and Gomez spend roughly equal amounts of time parenting the children and the most remarkable is the relationship between Morticia and Gomez. You see Morticia Addams and it really highlights how rare it is in family films and TV sitcoms to see a wife and mom character who isn’t like this “dissatisfied housewife always mad at my big dumb husband but I love him gonna stay with him because this is the world and he’s the best I can get and I am always right because wifes are the smart ones hey you can relate to this average American I guess”. Morticia and Gomez in contrast are usually working together you know rarely party A will keep something from party B but for the most part the form little schemes together as partners both are heads of the household and they almost never disrespect each other - remarkable in a genre where that’s usually the joke.

But the reason the Addams are happy is really beacause they exist outside of society’s expectations. Gomez is a man child who plays with his trains and that’s fine. Morticia fences with her husband and plays with weapons often and it doesn’t occur to them to care what other people think.

anonymous asked:

Ok ok wlw story time!!! When I was 6 my parents and another girl's parents met at a school event. The girl and I made fast friends and I wanted to hold her hand. So, being 6, I did and she held it back and we held hands literally all day. Our parents of course just thought Hal's being pals. She moved away when I was 10 and I was heartbroken. This year was my first Year at college and I shit you not I got paired with her as a roommate. She's sleeping right now spooned up against my chest (1/2)

And we’ve been dating for 6 weeks now and I couldn’t be happier!!! She’s so amazing. Kind. Caring. Beautiful. Just everything you know? Our parents don’t know, and they’re really really conservative so we’re keeping it quiet for now, but we’re both in the same major so we’re hoping they’ll let us room for the rest of college. Then we’ll deal with the parents. You and Eliza are such an inspiration and we love you guys!!!

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OKAY THIS IS THE CUTEST SHIT I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. I’m obsessed with this wlw love. Please definitely keep me updated because this is amazing and I’m so happy for you both

Both my parents never had the opportunity to study english, so they only speak portuguese, and since I’m very interested in languages they’re so proud to announce that to everyone. And now my uncle who speaks danish says both my danish and norwegian are really good, so my father now tells everyone smth like “mY DAUGHTER SPEAKS 5 LANGUAGES FLUENTLY SHE’S A MASTER” and though I don’t speak 5 languages at all I think that’s so beautiful because it’s like they’re helping me accomplish what they couldn’t and I’m so happy for that

Family Ties

Request: @widowsfics   The last one ( I swear) 4 and 11 with Steve

@vashanatasha   11) “Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.“ with Stevie 🙏🏻

Prompts: 4)“I don’t want to go, your dad doesn’t like me.”

11) “Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.”

Words: 1156

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy like so much fluffy 

Thank you @widowsfics  you are the best and i love you.

“Babe, please.” You plead to your boyfriend as soon as he lies in bed with you. He looks so good with his hair wet and sweatpants “You know that I would do anything for you, but not this.” You turn around staring at his blue eyes, Steve was always such a good boyfriend, unless when it comes to your family then he refuses to have a conversation.

“You always do this, can’t you see how important is this party to me?” You say gently trying to convince him, a couple of weeks ago your sister got engaged and your family was throwing her a party on Sunday to celebrate but Steve was being stubborn trying to make you go alone.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need me. All your family and friends are going to be there. I bet you are going to have a lot more fun without me. You can dance, gossip and drink without me to hold you back.” You roll your eyes at him; sometimes he really acted like a 100-year-old guy.

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Harry Styles Imagine - He finds out you’re pregnant

Your P.O.V.

The stick in my hand wasn’t showing anything yet. My nerves were killing me and I felt like I’d explode. For two weeks I had been experiencing morning sickness and I’ve been really bad, my period was late and I felt moody. So I got a pregnancy test and I was currently waiting for the answer. I was scared. 

If I was pregnant, how would Harry take it? We had been together for a little past two years and he was at the top of his career at the moment, getting more popular day by day if that was even possible. I feared that he wouldn’t take this well although he loved the thought of a family. Harry was good with kids but was he ready for own one?

A beep snapped me out of my thoughts. My E/C eyes scanned the white stick and my heart jumped to my throat. A shiver ran down my spine and I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. The test had two blue lines on it. That meant that I was pregnant. I nearly dropped it from my hand and I had to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t alarm Harry. He was still asleep, probably exhausted from his work.

Shock took over me. I started to think about all the worst possibilities, replaying them in my head and making it seem worse. I stood up with weak legs and I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My skin was a little dull because I felt so sick, my hair was still messy and I had tears rolling down my face. Suddenly I sobbed and then I held my breath. This wasn’t good.

We had used protection. One of them must’ve been bad or something but now I was pregnant with Harry. Harry Styles would be a father. 

I put the test down and then I ran my hand through my hair, feeling purely terrified and frustrated. ‘’Is everything alright in there?’’ I heard Harry’s raspy morning voice. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to gather myself. ‘’Yes, I’m going to take a shower’’ I answered as happily as I could. Harry knew me well and I wasn’t sure if he believed me or not. ‘’You sure you’re alright? I think I heard you crying’’ He admitted and tried to open the door but it was locked.

My body started trembling because I was scared. I didn’t want Harry to find out just yet. ‘’I just hit my toe’’ I lied, feeling awful about it. ‘’Baby open the door’’ Harry sighed, obviously not buying my lies. I wiped my tears away and unlocked it, letting him walk in. Little did I remember the test on the counter. Harry saw that I had bloodshot and glossy eyes. It made him look sad.

‘‘What’s wrong?’‘ He cooed and pulled me into a hug. I bit my lips together, drawing blood as I tried not to break down. ‘‘Something..happened’‘ I began but then my feelings took over. Warm, salty tears escaped my tired eyes and I clinged onto Harry, feeling like my world fell apart. He held me close and rubbed my back with his hand. Harry didn’t like to see me sad. He usually tried to cheer me up by telling jokes or cooking with me. We could watch movies and then talk things through.

But now I needed a cry. I was afraid I’d lose Harry, the love of my life. He treated me so nicely and I wanted to treat him the best as well. With him, I was the happiest. So if he wouldn’t take this well, I wouldn’t be sure what I’d do with my life.

Suddenly Harry froze, stopping whatever he was doing. I felt how his muscles tensed around me. Then he stepped back and looked into my eyes. I saw how his forest green ones were wide open and his pinkish lips were parted. His expression seemed shocked yet unsure. It confused me because I didn’t tell him yet.

‘‘Y/N..is that-’‘ Harry tried to ask me but nothing came out. He was looking at something beside us. I tilted my head and saw the pregnancy test. My body froze and I stepped back, feeling dumb since I left it there, for anyone to see. Then I hurried to grab it and hold it against my chest. Harry and I just stared at each other silently for a while. 

We were both dumbfounded with a million thoughts running through our heads. His eyes got glossy and then he broke the silence. ‘’Is that what I think it is?’’ Harry asked me with a small voice.I sniffled and nodded. ‘’I’m pregnant’’ I managed to push the words out of my mouth. My head hurt and I felt like spinning. I had to sit down so I sat on the floor, hugging my knees as I stated crying.

That’s it. Harry would leave me.

‘‘I’m s-sorry, please don’t..go’‘ I sobbed and tried to look at Harry. He looked at me with a blue look before joining me on the floor. He looked at the test, probably wondering how it happened or when. He knew we always used protection and the worst thing that could happen was that he’d suspect I had cheated on him. I hadn’t. I would never do that to Harry.

Harry put the test down and then pulled me on his lap. It took me by surprise as he hugged me tightly, like he would never let me go. ‘’This is amazing..’’ Harry managed to say and then he faced me, tears in his eyes yet he was smiling so brightly. I didn’t understand anything.

‘‘Aren’t you..mad?’‘ I asked him and looked away, feeling embarrassed. Harry cupped my face and wiped away my tears. ‘‘No. I would never be mad at something like this.Why would you think so?’‘ He wanted to know, speaking with a soft voice. My heart started fluttering as my fears vanished. They were replaced my joy and excitement. Was this real? Were we going to be parents?

‘‘I just thought since you’re so successful and I was scared this would ruin things’‘ I admitted honestly. Harry shook his head as I spoke. ‘‘My career isn’t bigger than this Y/N. You know you can tell me anything’‘ He cooed lovingly, sniffling a little bit. He made me smile.

‘‘We’re going to be parents’‘ I whispered and then laughed, having tears on my face at the same time. ‘‘Mommy Y/N’‘ Harry said, getting excited as well. ‘‘Daddy Harry’‘ I answered and we both hugged again.Harry’s strong arms held me close to him and I was holding onto his shirt. We just cried from happiness. This time I felt relieved. 

I was so lucky that I found Harry. He was the best boyfriend ever and I knew he’d be the best father as well.

A/N: I hope you like this. I have written really really little pregnancy things. Any thoughts? :)

The Future/(is now)

I can’t believe this is something I saw with my own two eyeballs, because apparently all that’s happened so far wasn’t coincidence, or carelessness - apparently Dabb watched Season 8 and made a deliberate bet with someone - he’d make it gayer, or else. And so here it is, (almost) out of the subtext (Sorry, Dean and You can’t just go dark like that. We didn’t know what happened to you. We were worried. That’s not okay and I needed to come back here with a win for you and We’re just better together and I’d like that and THE TAAAAAAAPE). Honest to God, I think I read twenty versions of that fight yesterday as people scrambled to write pre-codas out of nerves and excitement, and they were all magnificent and yet, somehow, less shippy and less obvious and less romantic than what actually happened on the show, wtf? And Dean sulking in his room, Cas knocking at his door, hesitating, coming in? 

I swear to God - when Dean called him back, when he started telling Cas all those things - for a second, I actually believed he would yank on Cas’ tie and kiss him, because that’s always, always what happens in that scenario. Or, you know, Dean gets overwhelmed by his own feelings, by how much he’s just showed his hand here, and walks away. That’s also textbook fanfiction, and yeah, so it’s fluff instead of angst, but, come on - this is Supernatural - did anyone doubt it’d be angsty? Let’s just hope in a happy ending, because that Kelly voiceover (I love you. But we won’t ever be together. There is no happy ending for either of us.) gave me the creeps.

And what about the mind control, someone might argue. Mind control, schmind control. That’s like, the number one Prove that you love me forever and ever trope, and even if we’ve seen it before (if simply because Destiel has been built with every single love trope in the book, and, in this case, they used it over and over and over again), we’ve never seen its final form. During the crypt scene, Cas deflected instead of admitting the obvious (let’s be generous: maybe he didn’t know himself), and in the Bunker, Dean just barely managed not to kill Cas, and had to walk away before the Mark overpowered him, so no, that was not a good time either. So this thing we’ve been promised for a while - this My love for you is stronger than time or tide or evil curse - is yet to come, and with the way things are going, I’m feeling pretty optimistic.

Also: however Dean will read this when he wakes up, Cas is choosing love, and he’s choosing free will. He went to Heaven hoping they’d have a way out of this mess so that Sam and Dean would be safe, he stole the Colt so they couldn’t face Dagon and be hurt (which is text, by the way, not subtext), he went against orders because he felt that was the right thing to do (a human feeling, because angels are created for a mission), he stayed away from Sam and Dean to protect them - all of that is unangelic behaviour, and man, Dean and Cas are going to get into so many fights, aren’t they, because Cas learned how to love from Dean, and that means he’s got that same kind of stubborn, maternal, overbearing way to love Dean has, which means lots of I didn’t tell you because I love you and I walked away because I love you and I booped you to sleep because I love you and I really hope Sam’s going to stay out of the way, because there will be a lot of storming through corridors and huffing and outrage and Can you believe that bastard and it will be absolutely glorious.

As for the rest of it - though, to be perfectly honest, I barely noticed a ‘rest of it’ because my eyeballs were glued to the unbelievable Gay Feelfest unfolding in front of me - I’m really happy with it. I’m happy we’re finally talking Big Things again - Could either of you kill an innocent, do our parents determine our destiny, is there such a thing as innate character, and so on - and I’m happy with the insight we were given both in Kelly’s and in Dagon’s minds, and why they do what they do. I loved every scene Cas and Kelly had together, that kind of, We’re not heroes, and we may be worthless, but we’re what’s left vibe, and Cas’ smile when the baby was kicking, and I like where they’re going, how they’ll try to get this pregnancy to term. Sure, this baby’s got a lot against him - he’s Lucifer’s kid (although, we still don’t know who and what Lucifer was before he was forced to carry the Mark), and one of his temper tantrums could possibly destroy the Earth, but, then again, so could a lot of other things - he’s not special (to quote a famous tumblr post). And if we’re going with free will and self-determination of our own destiny, then we should have the courage not to nitpick: everyone should be able to decide for themselves, and this baby is no exception. 

(I mean, think about it. He’s clearly able to give anyone extraordinary powers - he gave Cas enough ammo to take down a bloody Prince of Hell - so he could have chosen anyone as his protector. He could have picked Dagon, he could have stuck with Kelly, he could have chosen any lesser demon or angel or random doctor they’ve been in contact with over the last few weeks - and yet he chose Cas, and Cas - as we’ve known for a while - is the curiosity, the abomination, the miracle: the angel who can love. No, I want to believe we’re headed towards good things here - narratively or otherwise.)

Final point: again, I know it’s not ideal to carry around a nuclear warhead in your belly, but the beginning of this episode gave me heavy The Handmaiden’s flashbacks (superb show, by the way, go watch it), so the fact they’re giving Kelly some kind of choice - that’s uplifting. Because yeah, maybe she’s slightly brainwashed, but this isn’t like any kind of brainwash I’ve ever seen on the show, because both Kelly and Cas are also lucid, completely themselves. They resemble most closely what Dean was like when he lost his memories, and I think now I’m going to go and cry forever at the implications. But hey, at least Cas’ got his own room at the Bunker and Yes, dumbass - we

I Know A Guy - Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Warnings: [N/A]
Fandom: Marvel

It was the end of Spanish class and Peter was making his way to his locker when he heard a familiar voice call to him from behind.

“Peter hey! Wait up” he turned to see you, one of the prettiest girls in school, not to mention Of of the smartest waving at him. To be honest Peter was surprised you even knew his name. He even looked around to see if there were any other Peter’s around just to make sure you were talking to him.

“M…me?” He stammered once you approached. You let out a sweet laugh at his flustered reaction.

“Yeah you doofess” you said playfully hitting him in the arm. If he could without looking like an idiot Peter would have punched himself in the face. What a stupid response.

Peter’s liked you for a long time. Like he’s already said you’re pretty, smart, but also down to earth and really nice. You sat beside him in math and history and always said hi to him but because of his own awkwardness the conversation would never go past a greeting. Jesus Christ he’s never even heard you say his name because no matter how much you tried he never tried to talk back to you, just because he was too scared of looking like an idiot. Things were going to be different now though, becoming Spiderman has given him a new sense of confidence. He wasn’t going to run and hide anymore. He was going to have an actual conversation with you like a normal guy.

“So anyway Peter” you continued “heard a rumour that you’re friends with Spiderman. Is it true?“.

He takes back what he just said, now was a good time to run and hide. Peter instantly felt himself start to start to sweat at your question. This was all Ned’s fault. If he hadn’t blurted that out in front of the entire gym this wouldn’t even be happening. Yet again, if he hadn’t he probably wouldn’t be talking to you outside of class either.

Peter stumbled upon his words for a second or two but after taking a deep breath he managed to give you a clear and proper answer. <br>
“A…ah yeah I do. It’s no big deal” he said shooting you a nervous grin “he’s a nice guy”.

“Really? That’s so cool-”.

“Don’t listen to Parker” Flash Thompson said appearing out of no where and wrapping his arm around you’re neck. You and Peter both cringed. Flash was the opposite of you yet he acted like you two were dating. It made Peter’s blood boil. <br> “Come on, this is the guy who I heard was going to build the Death Star out of legos after school one day-”.

“Death Star? You like Star Wars?”.

Once again you found a way to surprise Peter. Smart, pretty, nice, down to earth, and a nerd. You were becoming even more appealing by the second. <br>
“Oh yeah” Peter chuckled “me and Ned are building it”.

“Cool”.

“That’s not the point” Flash interrupted once again “Parker’s a nobody. Why would a guy like Spiderman give him the time of day? He’s obviously lying”.

“Oh please” you replied with a roll of the eyes “I mean Peter’s probably the nicest guy that goes to this school. He’s probably never lied a day in his life. I believe him” you finished shooting Peter a sweet grin that could have made anyone’s heart start to beat out of their chests. His cheeks went pink at your words. He couldn’t help but feel guilty because that wasn’t true. The past few months of his life have only been a lie.

“Whatever so [Y/N] want to get something to eat after school?” Flash asked with a smirk.

“Er ah Flash I would ah love too… but I have to do something after school, sorry?”.
Peter couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug as he watched Flash walk away looking defeated, he immediately felt bad for it though. Once Flash was gone you turned to Peter. “If you couldn’t already tell I’m not actually doing anything after school. Maybe you can ask your friend Spiderman if he’d like to stop by my place?”.

“Ah [Y/N] I don’t think I can…”.

“Jeez Peter I was joking” you laughed “no dear god don’t ask Spiderman to show up at my house. I don’t want to look like a crazy fangirl. But… you know I’d actually really like it if you stopped by tonight. We could hang out? Talk about that Death Star of yours?”.

He felt as if he couldn’t breath. You of all people were inviting him over to hang out? This was the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him. Well besides being bit by that radioactive spider…

“Y…yeah that would be awesome!… I mean s…sure why not?” He said desperately trying to act as casual as possible.

“Fantastic, you know where I live right?”.

“Yeah of course I do… Crap that sounded really creepy what I meant was that I’ve been there a couple times for parties and stuff. I’ll be there around six if that’s okay?”.

“Sounds great” you said giving him one last smile “I’ll see you then” with that you turned away. Peter didn’t take his eyes off you until you completely disappeared down the hall.


 Peter arrived at your house thirty minutes late. He got held up stopping a bunch of bank robbers and showed up at your house still in his suit, which he had to change out of behind a bush in your backyard.

Once he successfully stuffed his costume into his backpack, he raced to your front door and rang the door bell. A few minutes later you were in the doorway grinning back at him.

“Hey look it’s Peter I suck at being on time Parker” you teased not looking actually upset. In fact maybe Peter was imagining it but you looked almost relieved to see him, as if you were scared he wouldn’t show up. As if he’d ever do that. He’d have to be crazy to stand you up.

“I’m so sorry I had to help my aunt”.

“Don’t worry about it just come inside” you said ushering him inside. Peter gave your parents a quick greeting then you lead him upstairs to your bedroom. Your house was really nice, definitely better then his apartment in Queens. Peter couldn’t help but look at the family photos hanging on the walls. After all these years your smile managed to stay just as pearly white. There were a lot of photos of you and your friends from school too. You really seemed to have it made.

“I’m happy you came over Peter” you said once you both entered your bedroom and you shut the door behind you “you’re in a bunch of my classes and I’ve always wanted to hang out, you seemed really nice. I’m happy we’re finally doing it now”.

“Me too” he replied sitting down on your bed. Soon the smile on his face faded into a frown. He wasn’t being honest with himself. No way someone like you who had a nice house, such good looks, and so many friends would want to be around someone like him.
“Look I know you’re only talking to me because I know Spiderman or whatever” he finally muttered making your smile vanish as well.

“Are you joking?! Peter the Spiderman thing was just an excuse so I could start a conversation with you. I mean all we’ve ever said to each other before was hello. I really like you for you. You’re smart, funny, sweet. Honestly I would have tried to talk to you before but I didn’t think you liked me. You know because whenever I try to talk to you you hardly respond”.

Peter went red.
“Oh that. That was really only because I was nervous about talking to you”.

“It seems like we’ve both have been wasting a lot of time huh?”.

“Yeah”.

“Well I don’t want to waste anymore time then” you said popping down on the bed beside him “tell me about Peter Parker and for gods sake don’t bring up Spider-Man. I just want to know about you”.
Ironically if Peter was to tell you truthfully everything about himself he’d have to bring up Spider-Man but just as you requested he skipped through that part.

You two talked for what felt like hours. He told you about his Aunt and you made him promise to introduce you to her. He learned a lot about you too. You both laughed a ton, turns out you were really funny. Another thing to add to the list of things that made you amazing.

Eventually your dad knocked on the door and announced that it was time for him to go so reluctantly you walked him downstairs to the front door.

“This was fun. Really Peter I can’t remember the last time I met someone so easy to talk to. Thanks for stopping by”.

“Trust me it was my pleasure. Thank you for putting up with me for this long” he chuckled making you laugh once again. Did he mention that your laugh was cute because it was. If he could have it as if ringtone without it being creepy he would. “See you tomorrow Pete” you said and too his great shock you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Even after you closed the door he was left standing on your porch blushing like a maniac. He said before that being bit by a radioactive spider was the best day of his life. That was lie. Today was by far the best day of his life.

Please reblog if you think it is appropriate for a woman to wear pants to a cocktail party

I thought that my mum had finally accepted the fact that I’m gay. It was really difficult at first (I won’t go into detail except to say that she was not supportive when I first came out). I have been with my partner Frankie for over 6 years now and she gets along well with my family (including my mum). 

I have recently started studying vet science (a huge deal for me and something that I worked super hard to get into). Frankie lives 7 hours away while finishing up her final year of med school. For the past couple of weeks, Frankie has been staying with my mum and I while doing a placement at our local GP.

There is a fancy dinner coming up for first year vet students and we are allowed to invite our parents and partners. A lot of my classmates are unable to bring someone because their parents and partners live too far away. I was so happy that both my mum and Frankie could come! They both seemed keen until I mentioned that it was a cocktail party. My mum asked Frankie if she was going to wear a dress. Frankie said she would wear pants and a tie to which my mum scoffed and said, “Well then I’m not coming!”

I was pretty quiet about the whole thing. Last night, mum asked if it offended me that she was refusing to come. I told her that it did. She asked, “So you REALLY don’t feel uncomfortable about going with Frankie even though she is wearing mens clothes?”

I tried to explain that her views are outdated and that it is perfectly acceptable for women to wear pants, ties etc in this century. She acted like I was the one being unreasonable. 

It makes me sad that my mum is still so judgemental and cares more about what other people think instead of just being supportive. 

anonymous asked:

Yes, Dee, you really should be working. Bet your horses and their owners miss you when you spend all day on here. Why don't you be a regular fan & stop spreading lies & conspiracy theories about Sam & Cait. Wonder what the uni would think of Professor McD's wife being such an obsessed out of touch with reality fanatic. And it would really be embarrassing for K to know that her mother is considered an Outlander tinhatter. Light shipping with no conspiracy theories spread is the way to go, Dee.

Awww, anon, am I spending too much time on Tumblr for your tastes? Debunking too many of your sacred, but not very well supported opinions? Sorry about that- but what I choose to do with the publicly available information that is available to me is my prerogative, as also is how I spend my free time. That’s the time when I am not working. My tag line is a bit of humour, anon, not to be taken seriously. All the work gets done and then some, anon, never worry about that!
And speaking of publicly available information, I see that you have also availed yourself of some and done some poking about as to me and my family. No problem as far as I am concerned, or my family either. It is, after all, publicly available information and you are quite welcome to it. But you leave me at something of a social disadvantage, anon, in that you presume to address me on a first name basis- but, as you have chosen to remain anonymous-I don’t yet have your name to reciprocate properly with our first name basis communications. Oh, well, I suppose there is nothing for it but to just go on addressing you as “anon” until you see fit to introduce yourself.
But I suppose I should now get down to answering your questions. Since you have troubled yourself to learn so much about me it’s the least I can do to reciprocate your interest!

First, my clients are all quite aware of my blog, and of its direction. In fact we often laugh about the absurdities of social media, and the proclivities of certain of its users to take it upon themselves to tell others how they should think. ( that’s a polite way to say “NSTer, anon)

And then there is my husband, who as you point out, anon, is indeed a professor. He was a little miffed to learn about your interest in him, anon, but only because your research seems to have failed to turn up, and refer to him by, his actual job title. He is actually a Distinguished Professor- which means he holds an endowed chair, anon, which means he is a very important part of his department, he teaches the advanced courses, sits on important committees, oh, and he also has tenure. Which means that it doesn’t really matter to him, or to his uni, what sort of things his wife might choose to do with her spare time. Even if that thing is to be an “obsessed out of touch with reality fanatic” lol! He is also well aware of my blog, and it’s content. In fact we both get a really good laugh together most mornings when he shares with me the latest political news a la Trump and friends, and I fill him in on the latest fandom happenings (that’s also a polite way to say “NSTer happenings, anon)

And then there is my lovely daughter, anon. I am so glad you didn’t leave her out of this as I am always happy to talk about her- that’s what parents love to do! She’s also well aware of my blog, and it’s content as well, anon. In fact she was the one who got me started in Tumblr. She ran a fandom blog in another fandom for several years and is also well aware of ships and shipping- and how the term "tinhatter” is applied to any ship that an individual disagrees with (which is a polite way of saying “NSTer”, anon)

So now that the pleasantries are sorted, anon, let’s get down to your real reason for writing. The conspiracy thing. You advocate “light shipping” for me, but there is no such thing. Not in the dictionary, not in the Urban Dictionary, and not even on Google. It doesn’t exist as a word, or a concept. It is only a “thing” in the minds of certain bloggers. The truth is, anon, you either ship it or you don’t. No heavy or light to it.
And as to any “conspiracies” that is also a thing that comes with the territory in this fandom. The position of both sides requires there to be a “conspiracy” for their position to exist. The Sam Cait ship requires the “official” narrative of Sam and other girls to be a put on. And the Samzie ship requires the whole of the matter between Sam and Cait, as displayed by them their own selves, to be a put on. Either way someone is doing a put on, anon, it’s just a difference of opinion as to who.

When I add it up I get sam and Cait, as do my family and friends. Others get a different answer. So be it. Live and let live, and it is all public information after all. It’s not illegal, or even immoral to form opinions about it. Or to print those opinions or discussions.

And that brings me to your last point, anon. The implication that I am putting my family at risk by looking at publicly available information, and printing my opinions about it. Or that I am doing something wrong that I, or they, would not want known about.
It’s obvious that is not the case. If I was doing wrong, and if you were actually someone with the power to do something about that, then we would be having this communication via letterhead, and not via an anonymous submission to my Tumblr blog.

And maybe you should ask yourself what it is that you are really saying when you resort to threats to try to silence the words what you claim to be nothing more than an “obsessed, out of touch with reality fanatic”. If I was truly just a “tinhatter” shouldn’t it be easy to simply ignore me the same way that everyone ignores the homeless guy who stands on the busy intersection preaching loudly, every day, about the end of he world which according to him is directly upon us?
Instead you take the time out of your life to research my family and compose implicit threats- and no one likes to waste time. That tells me that my words are not meaningless. That tells me that my words are believable- and that they are believable enough to cause a threat to your worldview. And that you had no facts at hand, or even a good argument to make to refute them. No reason to need me silenced otherwise that I can see. There really isn’t a higher compliment

So thanks, anon, for taking the time out of your day so send me such a gracious compliment. My family and I send you our regards. Sorry we can’t thank you personally at this time since you are still anonymous, but perhaps in time you will feel comfortable introducing yourself. Or maybe not, since your choice to remain anonymous rather confirms the view that revealing your true identity would also be a reveal that you are in fact nobody whose opinion actually matters- or you would be using your real name and revealing that your opinion DOES matter after all. But this all is making even my eyes roll, anon, so take care of yourself, anon, whoever you are!
Until then- Cheers!

dinner date — peter parker

prompt: “i know your mom hates me” (either one of them) for tom holland, thanks 

warnings: cursing, fluff 

notes: i did a whole answer to this anon on why i choose not to write about real people as themselves rather than their characters that they play! but thank you for this request :) please send in more and i hope you enjoy 


Peter rarely left Queens, unless it was important like the “retreat” to Berlin, or Aunt May wanted to take them on vacation. Usually, he stayed in his neighborhood, not too far from everything he grew up with and around. It was pitiful (Ned’s words, not his), but it was nice and he hadn’t ever really felt the need to go out as himself to just eat somewhere fancy in Times Square or Manhattan.

Tonight, however, was different. 

He had never felt more uncomfortable in his own apartment. He was frantic, cleaning every crook and crevice, wishing that he somehow had the power to turn his kitchen into a gourmet fine dining area—maybe that would be more impressive. 

 It was dinner night. The dinner night that Peter had spent weeks stressing over, constantly babbling about it to May and Ned, and really, even Tony Stark—because he was that nervous and needed someone to talk to. He would constantly trip over himself, more than usual, trying to get his mind off it and calm down, struggling to keep his chill. 

What do I wear, what do I say, oh, God, do I shake their hands?

Peter was a mess. He had known you for years, ever since school started, and he was one of your best friends—so why was he so sweaty? You were his girlfriend, one of the best friends he ever had, and it was as though he were meeting you for the first time. 

He runs a hand through his hair before sighing and going over to the bathroom mirror to fix it again. It’s natural curl is showing from how much he’d been tugging at it anxiously, and he’s surprised his lip hadn’t yet bled from how much he’d bitten it. 

“Peter,” Aunt May says, rolling her eyes at him and he gives her a distracted glance, “You look fine and [Y/N]’s parents will absolutely adore you. And with that adorable face? Who wouldn’t?” 

“Oh, God,” Peter groaned, closing his eyes in embarrassment, “Please don’t say anything weird or mortifying. And definitely do not offer to show them baby pictures.” 

Aunt May clicked her tongue as they both walked back to the living room, Peter bouncing off the hardwood floors. “Shame, guess I’ll have to put away all the albums again.” 

The doorbell suddenly rings and Peter is dashing towards the door, his black sweater clinging onto his body for dear life. He goes to open it, but then pauses and takes a minute to register himself. Okay, Peter: be cool, be cool, don’t open the door too quick or else you’ll look like you’ve been waiting and that’s creepy.  

He opens it slowly and sees you and your parents standing there. He instantly smiles as you gaze up at him and for a moment he forgets that he’s two seconds away from fully shitting his pants. He lets you all in as he watches Aunt May introduce herself to your parents.

“Wow, you clean up nice,” you compliment teasingly, grinning. You stayed back and Peter closed the door, shaking his head at you. 

“Babe, that hurts, why do you sound so shocked?” He asks in mock disbelief and you two walk over to the table. 

Both of you are whispering and you know it’s because he’s apprehensive. He wants to impress your parents, dazzle them, let them know that he’s perfect for you and that he’ll treat you right—but he doesn’t know how. You can tell by the expression on his face. 

“Babe? Huh, you must be getting confident, Parker,” You tell him and his cheeks are pink instantly. 

“Peter,” your mother says suddenly when Aunt May seats all of you and brings out the food Peter begged her to order from the five-star Italian delivery restaurant. “It’s good to see that you’re okay.” 

Your eyes widen and Peter lifts a brow. “Pardon?”

“After the Washington Monument incident,” you add on quickly, glancing at your boyfriend. You turn to your parents, “Peter wasn’t there, thankfully. Remember, I told you I wasn’t either. We weren’t together in the same room, of course. I was on the ground with MJ, and yeah…” 

Everyone begins eating and Peter shifts awkwardly in his seat. He doesn’t know what to say. He wants to charm your parents with his wit and intellect, but nothing is coming out. And if something did, it’d only be his stammers. 

“So, what’s been going on at school?” Aunt May asks, encouraging to clear the air. “[Y/N], your mom and dad told me about the volunteering you’ve been doing for service hours.” 

You bite your tongue. Your parents loved to brag about you whenever they weren’t complaining. Peter lit up, turning to you, practically throwing you his undivided attention. 

“School’s been great, really. After we won nationals, Flash just keeps bragging about how he rightfully deserved that trophy,” you start, and Peter looks at you and laughs. 

“Flash couldn’t have won it even if he tried.” 

“Easy for you to say, you weren’t even there,” you point out, rolling your eyes playfully. “You were off playing—” 

“Playing what?” Your Dad joined in and you bit your lip at his authoritative tone. 

He had the voice whenever he talked to Peter, or any boy that even looked at you for that matter. Your dad was probably the biggest ball of sunshine that ever existed, and to see him try and act like the bad cop to your mom’s good cop was ridiculous. 

“Um, I was out…playing—” Peter stutters and you quickly rush in to save him. 

“Zelda!” 

The whole table looks to you and while Aunt May gives Peter confused look, your parents do the same to you. You bit a bite out of some pasta and took a sip of water, your hand finding Peter’s under the table. He squeezed and you shrugged at your parents. 

“Peter wasn’t feeling well, which was unexpected, and he didn’t go to nationals. So he just played Zelda in his hotel room,” you reassured, lying through your teeth. 

Who knows how your parents would react if you told them you were dating the masked hero by the name of Spider-Man? Sure, they probably wouldn’t believe you and laugh at your attempt to make your geeky (your dad’s words) boyfriend sound cooler, but on the off-chance they took you seriously—you’d probably never be allowed to see Peter again. At least not in the way you wanted. 

“Peter has a tendency of being unpredictable,” Aunt May jokes with your parents and they actually laugh, making you think that this whole thing is actually going well. 

Your heart would break if it didn’t, but right now you could only hope for the best. 

Luckily, the adults became enveloped into their own conversation, bonding over how insatiable and complicated raising teenagers was. Apart from your father’s daggers at Peter (which were, at most, simply warning glares), you and him were unnoticed. You just couldn’t leave the dinner table. 

“Crap, crap, crap,” Peter repeats over to you, “I think I’m going to pass out if your dad asks me another question. He’s so scary! You told me he was a huge nerd. Why’d you lie?” 

You scoffed and hit him lightly on the chest (gaining another head-shake from your father).

“Peter, he literally gushes about the Avengers and Spider-Man all the time. He’s just not exactly comfortable with me dating so young. Not everyone is as cool as your aunt.” 

“Please never call her cool again, her ego might blow through the roof,” Peter tells you and you chuckle. “But seriously, I think they hate me. They’re going to forbid you from seeing me and—yup, your mom? I know your mom hates me.” 

“Yeah, okay, sure. That’s why she says that you’re handsome and smart all the time, right?” You confess to him, “Trust me, they like you.” 

“Are you sure? Because I can clean up nicer, you know, and I can be funnier—I have a couple jokes that Ned and I have been working on—” 

“Peter, stop! If you do tell a joke that was made up by you and Ned, then my parents will really hate you.” 

He licks his lips nervously and huffs, “Gee, thanks.” 

“They could never hate you, Peter. You’re…you. You’re adorable and sweet and kind. You’re our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. I mean, that’s pretty awesome,” you say, smiling at him. “Just don’t break my heart, Parker. Or else, they’ll have your head on a pike.” 

He blushes. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

His phone suddenly rings, interrupting everyone’s conversation. He pulls out his phone and both of you can see the caller ID. 

Happy Hogan.

“[Y/N]…” He whispers, ignoring the stares he’s getting from May and your mother and father.

You nod, “Peter, go. Just come back in one piece.”

He takes the call and goes to his room, leaving you alone at the table with three adults. You awkwardly take a bite out of Peter’s untouched dinner roll, chewing hesistantly. 

“Thank you for having me over for dinner, Aunt May,” you acknowledge, trying to steer the topic away from the elephant in the room. 

“What happened, is everything alright?” Your mom asks and Aunt May looks annoyed and disappointed. Your dad is picking at his food.

“Yeah, everything’s alright!” You said truthfully. You were more than okay with Peter’s frequent disappearances; it’s not like he couldn’t just refuse to help out and use his abilities for the common good. All you wanted was for him to be alive at the end of the day.

“Remember I told you about the Stark Internship he has,” you continued, watching your mom’s face light up with recollection of the memory. “"I told Dad about it too, but I don’t know if he was actually listening.”

Your dad looks up, “I wasn’t.”

May shakes her head. “I am so sorry, [Y/N]. I’ve talked to him about this whole internship thing and he just—do you want me to talk to him right now?” 

You almost jump up. “No! No, it’s fine. Completely. Mom, Dad, we should get going now anyways, right? You both have work tomorrow and I’ve got homework. Thank you so much, May, I hope we can come over another time.”

Aunt May sighs, but lets the Peter thing go. “Of course, sweetheart! Come over anytime you like! And [Y/PARENTS’/N], it was glad to meet the both of you for the first time!”

You wait as your mom and dad return her affections, thanking her and giving her a small friendly hug. Despite you displaying full support, May still flashed you an apologetic and sympathetic look as she hugged you goodbye and shut the door. You couldn’t blame her; she still had yet to find out that the boy who she practically raised as her own son was constantly running into imminent danger. 

As you walk to the car, thinking of how your boyfriend was currently saving lives and helping people, your mom gives you a concerned look.

“Do you know what that was about?” She questions and you take a moment to respond.

Peter in his suit flashes through your mind, and you shake your head.

“Nope. Not a clue.” 

No Matter What

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

 Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Words:5295

 A/N: I’m actually kind of proud of this 🙈 Let me know what you think! 

A huge thank you, to my favorite co-pilot Em @fillthevoid-stilinski, for editing again 💖 

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Originally posted by procrastinationoutlet

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About Greek forms of love: Please take note

{About eros and agape mostly, and how they are misrepresented, so please don’t scroll past this, I keep seeing posts about things that have nothing to do with what they mean even so many months later! This is an edited version of the original post which I wrote very quickly, so I think I did a much better job explaining the concepts this time}

OK, Yuri On Ice has a permanent place in my heart and they have done really well in their effort to portray different cultures, countries and their citizens respectfully and accurately. Also the fandom is sweet and respectful and you all do your best to portray unfamiliar concepts well, but for the most part these concepts get misrepresented. So I ’m finally writing this post to explain them properly. If you have taken a liking to these concepts and want to write fics/meta or make edits/art including them, please take note of the following. I will try to explain as much as I can.

Eros: it’s not physical attraction or “sexual love”. Eros is a passionate emotion that may or may not include sexual attraction, it’s first and foremost romantic love. You may be young and not sexually active or be in the asexual spectrum and still be in love. Basically anywhere you ‘d use “x is in love” that’s where you ‘d use eros. In love = feels eros. 

In short, eros is passionate romantic love

You can follow this up with adding the precise feelings and types of attraction x person feels other than romantic, (sensual, sexual, aesthetic, platonic attraction). The word erotic originates from eros and it often means something sexual, but that’s a possible part of eros not the definition. In modern Greek we say x is erotevmeni/os (f/m) which means x is in love, we don’t say x feels eros (sexual feelings/attraction).

That “show me your eros” line? Completely nonsensical and really irritating. It makes eros sound like it means sex appeal or “sexual love” (what the heck is that?), when it means the feeling of being passionately and irrevocably in love!! It’s the most romantic word for love!  

Examples that would accurately portray what eros means in English

“Victor is hopelessly in love with Yuuri” 

“Yuuri is so in love with Victor that he can’t stand to be away from him even for one day”

Russian team: “We are so happy that Victor finally found true love”

Yakov: “Victor, I’m glad that you found Yuuri and that you two are in love, but for the love of god stop hugging him like there’s no tomorrow and being all sappy and get your ass in the rink to practice!”

I ‘ll quote myself from another post: Someone who feels eros for another person doesn’t necessarily love them in an unconditional way, they just have strong feelings (see above) about them. How they act in a relationship largely depends on the nature of the person in question (if they are egoistical, possessive or thoughtful and respectful). 


And this is where you can find one of the differences from agape. Because


Agape: In it’s first and foremost definition it’s unconditional love. Yes, in Greek it’s also used as simply love, like it does in English, (but not always, you wouldn’t say I love this post it’s meant for people/animals, or really important to you things like “I love my job”. You’d use “really like”) 

So while it can be used as simply love, it’s true meaning is unconditional love, and it comes in every form, between friends/lovers/parents & children/family members/anyone. The best example in the show is both Yuuri and Victor being willing to give up their skating careers for the other to be happy. 

But the issue that bothers me the most is the godlike agape I keep seeing. There’s nothing about agape that relates to the christian god whatsoever. You can use it if your god means a lot to you to describe your love for him or the love you believe he feels for you as well. But that is one use out of many and it has nothing to to do with the true meaning of the word which by the way originated in the ancient times. And personally it irks me to no end to see a word that means unconditional love be used for a god whose whole legacy is allowing his believers (and everyone else) to get hurt, tortured, killed and what else, oftentimes in his name. But that’s a rant for another time.

In short, agape means unconditional love and is used to describe any type of feelings (platonic, romantic, parental etc.)


Examples that would accurately portray what agape means in English.

Yuuri loves Victor so much, that he has resolved to end his career if it means that Victor will get to return to ice skating which he thinks will make him happier than coaching Yuuri.

Yuuri’s family “We’ll support you with whatever you choose” (even if it means that they will not have Yuuri’s help with running the onsen, because what’s important is that Yuuri will be able to do what he loves)

Grandpa Plisetsky: “Pirozhki Katsudon” (really, that man loves his grandson so much that he took care of him in his old age, helped him with whatever he could, supported him, and he shows his love in that gruff manner but it’s unmistakable how much he loves Yuri and what he is willing to do for him)

Also Mila looking after Yuri, Minako supporting Yuuri, and Phichit, Yuuko and Nishigori being devoted friends that always try to help Yuuri and be there for him etc.


Also, when a person feels eros combined with agape, it is true unconditional romantic love. It’s the type of love we see in great love stories, where the characters are so in love and care for the one they love so much, that they are willing to sacrifice themselves or things important to them in order for their loved one to be happy.

In one word: Victuuri^^


Moving on to other forms of love I ‘ve seen explored.

Philia: it is indeed love between friends/friendship ie. platonic love.

Storgi: it’s not family love or parental love. It’s one way agape manifests, it is tenderness/fondness/affection. It comes in every form of love stated above. If I am feeling storgi about you I am feeling warm and fuzzy affection towards you, and if I am going to show you that, it will be with tender gestures, like a caress, a hug, a homemade meal, with my being a good listener when you need me to. I ‘ll show you by taking care of you. It is mostly used when talking about gestures rather than feelings.

Philautia: Narcissistic, egoistic, extreme self adoration, a word that is never ever used in Modern Greek and most Greeks will give you a puzzled look if you use it and will have to open a dictionary to look up what it means. The main reason it’s worth a mention is because everyone in the fandom upon hearing the definition instantly recognizes: JJ.


I’m very happy though, that even if the show didn’t portray the concepts well, they did understand a big part of what they mean so they showed these types of love it in the relationships of the anime well enough. (except for lines like “Such Eros!” -_- ) Also everyone who has tried to tackle these concepts has been respectful and done their best to portray them accurately even if they often didn’t manage to do so. I am a bit sour about the show as they should have done better research, (though I have my theories about what happened. Conservative, prudist christian “sources” that mangle the concepts to suit their lifestyle? Probably) even so, the result was so great and YOI means so much to me personally, that in the end, it’s fine :). 

If anyone needs help with understanding and using these concepts, or for anything Greek related feel free to message me, I ‘ll do my best to help you out :)

anonymous asked:

Do you know any Lace kinks? Please thank youuuuuuuu!!!

Most of the top lace kink fics I found were also daddy kink so I hope that’s okay…

Here You Go:

Feels So Good Getting What I Want by stylescantstop [ 1/1 | English | 12,925 ] 

Harry is a slutty yoga teacher with his sights set on Louis and Louis wants to pull that long hair of his while he fucks him really hard from behind.

I’ll Make Sure To Call You Mine by pliantlouis [ 1/1 | English | 5,388 ] 

Louis and Harry have always been kinky, that’s not a secret. It’s Louis’ birthday and Harry has come over to his family’s house to celebrate. When Louis’ parents and sisters go to sleep, Harry and Louis have some fun. Or the one where Louis has an extreme daddy kink.

I Think I’m Running Out Of Oxygen ( And It Feels Good ) by larryjohnlock [ 1/1 | English | 5,268 ] 

So, Louis accidentally finds out what Harry’s been watching for kind of porn. It’s daddy!kink and lace!kink. He decides to fulfill that for Harry.

Got A Lot You Wanna Show Off Baby by Phillipa19 [ 1/1 | English | 3,839 ]

Louis is Harry’s sugardaddy and his younger boyfriend is definitely not happy being ignored whilst Louis holds meetings in his home office. There may also be Harry in lacy knickers involved.

I’ve Got You In My Space ( I Won’t Let Go ) by niallsayswhaat [ 1/1 | English | 9,252 ]

Louis loves being feminine and gets kicked out of his house after telling his little secret to his parents. He puts a post on tumblr and Harry happens to find out and offers him his place. Harry is like really fucking rich, and Louis really needs a place to stay. Things work out for both of them.

I hope these are okay - Happy Reading! :)

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Requested by Anon #75

Belle: Welcome back home Y/N.
Y/N: Hello mother.
Beast: This is your little brother Ben. You remember Ben?
Y/N: I was sent away for being evil not for memory loss father I know my own brother.
Ben: Y/N? You look so…
Y/N: Evil? Dark? Like a freak? Believe me I’ve heard it all kid.
Ben: I was going to say different.
Y/N: Well growing up in the Isle of the Lost for over 10 years does that.
Ben: I can’t wait for you to meet all of my friends. 4 of them are actually from the Isle of the Lost.
Y/N: Really?That’s great Ben. But I just need a bit of rest right now, I’ll meet up with you later.
Ben: Okay see you Y/N. I’ve missed you.
Y/N: I’ve…missed you too.
Belle: We have all missed you.
Y/N: *looks at her parents* Don’t pretend like you care about me. If you did I would’ve been here years ago.
Belle: Y/N dear, please…
Y/N: I’m only here for my brother. I’m not here to play happy families with you or to make you both seem like parents of the year.

1/15/17 Glo Up update ✨

Hello sweets 🍭
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. Over winter break I was sick with a really bad cold. And since my college classes have started, I’ve been concentrating on that and working.
I’ve never really talked about myself on here that much, so I feel like I should post a few facts about me

1. I’m 20 years old, college student, and live with my parents.
2. My goal is to be able to make money on my lifestyle blog, freelance writing, and possibly open my online store one day so I can quit my job and still make enough to move out and live on my own.
3. I’ve been dating the same guy for about 5 years (since we where freshman in high school) and he is my best friend. We are very close and have been through a lot, but we stick together. To be completely honest, we are both very codependent on one another. So I’m using this blog to really make myself independent and happy even when I’m a lone, and get my glo up. Because I’ve kind of let myself go because I’ve gotten so comfortable with him.
3. I want to double major in marketing in finance and I want my masters degree. I want to own my own business one day.
4. I screwed up really bad my second semester of college so I am behind in getting my degree, but it doesn’t matter how fast you go, just keep moving. 🙌🏻🙏🏻👊🏻
5. I’m the most clutter brained person ever, and I’m super indecisive

As far as my glo up, I’m getting things in order to redecorate my bedroom so it can be my creative space. I also got a gym membership and have been better about drinking water so woohoo!

Anonymous said: Hello my gal! Your writing is so wonderfully fabulous, I’m in love with all of your zach imagines! I was just wondering (when you have the time) if you could do a reader x zach imagine where it’s the reader’s birthday and he organises the day doing what she loves best (pj movie day with loads of snacks) it’s my birthday on Sunday and it would be wonderful if you could :’) (only if you have the time gal!) anyways have a lovely day and I’m off to read all your other writings x

So I had some time to hurry and write this. Happy birthday, anon! Hope this is some of what you were looking for.

Originally posted by modesthijabi

ZACH X READER 

“Hey, Y/N, what’s the theme this year for the big 1-8?” Sheri asks.

“Hmm?”

“Your birthday, silly!” The head cheerleader exclaims. “What are we doing?”

“Oh. Uh, I’m not actually doing anything.” Several surprised what’s sound from around the lunch table and you chuckle. “It’s not that big of a deal, guys. I just- I don’t want to do anything this year. I’ll probably just sleep in and eat junk food all day.”

“And your parents are cool with that?” Jessica wonders. “If I didn’t want to do anything, I know my Dad would still make me have dinner with the family at least.”

“Parents left on a cruise this morning,” you shrug. “They’ll be gone for two weeks.”

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Subtitled:In Which It’s Quite Obvious Bughead Did NOT Break-Up in 110 and I MIGHT Even Concede Douchie Doesn’t Hit on Betty….

Tralalala taking breakfast to mah daddykins…so happeee….because I have kicked a jerk’s ass, let my lady in completely, maybe had sexytimes, maybe gonna finally ditch those fucking Andrews and my daddy has….

SHAVED!!!! Because he has cleaned up his act and there is totally nothing shady/undercover/gonna have Roscoe try and hang a murder on him or ANYTHING!!! Tralalala!!

Soooo…in town to finalize dumping me, huh? Are we gonna do it?

Old, spackled model who ditched me

New, hotter, mob wife model….with her shady dealings


I have no idea how Curious George ever gets or ever got ANY action and I’m married to a pretentious jackass. However, I DO have to kiss all their asses because SoDale SoPale $$$

We’re soarinnnn’…..flyinn……we’re breakin’ freeeeeeee!!!

He was supposed to Bop to the Top with meeee!!! And how dare he wear that jacket he prostituted himself for???? But they both really DO suck! But I’d still sing with him….or murder him…like Jason.

But Kevin, I need you to PRETEND they didn’t suck and work the registration table!!

Even if I do understand perfectly why Kevin’s running away. Jesus Christ they’re bad

And thissss…totally isn’t awkward. AF. At ALL.. But at least, since we’re their parents, we actually think they’re amaaahzzzinggg….

DW, babe, I’m so freakin’ happy since we kicked Chuck’s ass, opened up to each other completely, took things to the next level and my dad dried out I don’t even CARE how horrible they are. And yeah, that’s MY hand, giving you a preview of later….

Oh and have you noticed no one’s wearing plaid or drinking maple syrup, we’ve broken the hold Plaiderdale had, we’re FREEE!!

Oh and also….tralalalalala…..

My God listening to the two of you young hooligans was pure torture. Is THAT what they did to poor Jason for a week???? He probably put the bullet through his own brain just to escape

Can you believe how aaaammmaaazzzinggg everything is going tonight??? And how great my dad is doing??? No glitches tonight! First even we’ve attended that didn’t get totally fucked! However, you guys sucked when you were singing. But still tralalala…..

Greatest night of my life….better take this call……tralalalala….

OMG!!! Why do I always get fucked at these things!!! In life??? Why do I never get to be happy (other than with Betty, because we love each other)? Daddddddyyyyyyy!!! Fucking Roscoe!! (on the plus side, my woman and I really DO get all the best material, amirite???)

Is he screaming because Roscoe’s framing his dad or cause they live in this hideous, tacky trailer??? Is this my future if I don’t perjure myself on my actual criminal daddy’s behalf? But it will be “historic” when we all look at it from SoDale SoPale, riiiighttt??

anonymous asked:

Could you do one with the RFA+ V and Searan with MC pregnant with twins?

This is such a sweet request, I really enjoyed it as you can tell my the long length! I think that all of the Mystic Messenger peeps would make amazing parents and any request that has with them and their kids makes me happy! So thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


Yoosung

  • Yoosung had been eager to start a family with you ever since the two of you started dating
  • The two of you were married for almost two years and Yoosung knew that you both had plenty of time to do the things you wanted to do before having children
  • But one day when you had morning sickness that wouldn’t go away, Yoosung hurriedly drove you to the doctors
  • They smiled happily and announced that you were pregnant, making you and Yoosung smile with joy
  • But the news didn’t stop there, the doctor explained that you were pregnant with twins
  • Yoosung was taken aback by this, he was sure that he could handle one child but two children at once was going to be tough
  • Nevertheless, Yoosung was still an incredibly supporting and helpful husband throughout your pregnancy
  • He shed so many tears of joy when you found out that you’d be having one boy and one girl, Yoosung immediately started thinking of names for them
  • On the day of delivery, Yoosung was there with you every step of the way as you brought two new lives into the world
  • Yoosung held onto the baby girl while you held onto the baby boy, you and Yoosung looked at each other lovingly as he firmly believed that you two created the perfect family

Zen

  • Zen was always sure that you and him would make a perfect family together
  • The idea of having children was a bit intimidating to him but it was always a struggle for him to control the beast
  • So only two months after marriage, you noticed that you missed your period for quite some time and decided to see a doctor
  • Zen almost fell out of his chair when the doctor announced you were pregnant with twins
  • He helped you out with just about everything around the house and when your tummy became especially large, Zen took over all of the housework
  • When you would have trouble sleeping at night, Zen would gently rub your belly and sing softly to the three of you
  • One day when you came home from an ultrasound appointment, you told Zen that you were having a boy and a girl
  • Zen picked you up and carefully twirled you around, more excited then ever for you to give birth to his two precious babies
  • And when that day came, you squeezed the life out of Zen’s hand as you gave birth to two little ones
  • Zen held his son as you held your daughter, as Zen vowed to always protect and love his little princess, little prince, and his beloved queen

Jaehee

  • Jaehee never imagined having kids with anyone because of her hectic life
  • But when she met you, you admired her motherly instincts and as time went on and the two of you became a couple, you wanted children
  • The two spent many nights discussing the idea of having children and much to Jaehee’s surprise, she was beginning to envision children in her future
  • You and Jaehee went to the doctors the next week to talk about the different options available for the two of you
  • There was really no good news, your body would have a difficult time bearing sperm from a donor and Jaehee’s health wouldn’t be strong enough to carry a child
  • You were feeling defeated and saddened at this point until Jaehee brought up the idea of adoption
  • So the two of you went to a local adoption home and were immediately in love with all of the kids
  • But a pair of twin girls with love and a hint of loneliness in their eyes caught both of your attentions
  • Since you and Jaehee were more then qualified to be parents, the adoption of the little twin girls went smoothly
  • Jaehee never would have imagined her life would end up this way, being married to you with precious twin girls, but she loved ever minute of it

Jumin

  • Jumin knew that he was always expected to get married and have children who would someday run the company but he was never too fond of the idea
  • That is until he met you, then his perspective changed and he was eager to create a loving family with you
  • So after one year of marriage, you were use to a very overprotective Jumin
  • He was vigilant when it came to your health and when your period was a week late, he immediately took you to the doctors
  • The doctor happily announced that you were pregnant but not with just one child but with twins
  • At that moment, Jumin felt the same amount of happiness as he did on his wedding day, you’re pretty sure he was more excited then you
  • From then on, Jumin refused to let you lift a finger as he hired a special staff to tend to your every need
  • He cut back on his own work to spend more time with you since he missed the doctor’s appointment when they told you that you were having twin girls
  • On the day you gave birth, Jumin hired the best medical experts and doctors making the process relatively smooth
  • You’ve never seen Jumin smile so much before as he held one of the tiny girls in his hand as you held the other baby girl
  • Jumin swore to make all three of his precious girls happy and feel loved all of the time as he shed tears of happiness for the first time in a very long time

Seven

  • Seven’s dream was to start a family with you ever since he two of you got married
  • Ever since the two of you met, he would happily chat with you about having children together, he wanted to create a large, loving family with you
  • So after four months of being husband and wife, Seven was more eager then ever to have children with you
  • One day you couldn’t move from bed because of how achy you felt, Seven was becoming more concerned and took you to the hospital
  • The doctor gleefully told you two that you were pregnant, making you and Seven look at each other with wide eyes
  • But the two of you burst into tears of happiness when the doctor said you were pregnant with twins
  • Seven made you rest as much as possible but together, the two of you decorated the new twin’s room with a space and cat theme
  • When you gave birth to the twin boys, Seven was there for you giving you tons of encouragement and loving words
  • He was overwhelmed with happiness when he saw his two little tomato sons, holding them both close to his heart as he smiled down at them
  • Seven handed you one of the tiny boys as he held the other, thanking God over and over again for giving him a family that he could shower with love

V

  • V always knew that you would be the perfect wife and mother ever since he first met you
  • But he knew he wasn’t worthy of your love and affection, but he would be forever grateful that you chose him to be his partner and after a year of marriage, your family would grow
  • One day when V was out traveling for a photo shoot, you felt terribly sick so you went to the doctors
  • They told you that you were pregnant, and as soon as you got home you told V the good news
  • He immediately traveled home and cried so many tears of joy but noticed something was off
  • Your tummy was large even for being pregnant and while V knew that some pregnant women became bloated, he still wanted to take you back to the doctors
  • And once you found out that you were pregnant with twins, you and V were ecstatic
  • He took some time off from work to take care of you as best as his fading eyes could, the guilt of not receiving the surgery was consuming him
  • But throughout your pregnancy you reassured V that you and the twins would love him no matter what
  • All of V’s worries vanished whenever you gave birth to a little boy and tiny girl and his smile was wide
  • V held onto his son as you held onto your daughter and even though he didn’t have a camera with him, he took a mental photo of his family that he’d never forget

Unknown

  • Saeran would never say it out loud but he always saw you as the perfect person fit to be a mother
  • But he was terrified of having children with you since he never saw himself as a father figure
  • After being married for six months, Saeran was finally starting to accept that he could make a good husband, although he still needed convincing from you
  • So when he notice you worrying that you missed your period for the back two months, Saeran was concerned
  • When the doctor told you that you were pregnant, Saeran felt his stomach drop
  • But Saeran almost passed out whenever the doctor misread the tests, you were actually pregnant with twins
  • Saeran felt himself go numb, he didn’t even know how to feel but just as Saeran was about to have a panic attack, you have him a reassuring hug and rubbed his arm soothingly
  • And with time, Saeran was warming up to the idea of having a family with you
  • When the day came for you to deliver your son and daughter into the world, Saeran was determined to be there for you and the little ones
  • Saeran carefully held his son while you held your daughter, and for the first time in his life, Saeran cried tears of happiness as he promised to always love and protect his family