and now i'm pulled back in

the types of mercy players
  • the medic: has lots of experience in the healer/cleric role, doesn't always pick mercy, may have played medic in tf2, ruthlessly efficient. knows exactly when to switch between damage boosts and healing streams. probably has at least 2 huge rez pogs in the bag.
  • the merciful: literally mercy. outrageously nice, probably acknowledges every "thank you!" and tries their best. somehow not jaded despite the role's burdens. focuses on healing more than damage boosts. may or may not pocket the pharah. perhaps not the best at the job, but is getting better. protect them. be nice
  • the mercy main: is jaded as hell. Learned a long time ago that this is a thankless career. probably loves the character and the usefulness of the role. 75% chance of hating the team. 100% chance of carrying them. probably a nice person, but really tired of this running out of range and leaving them to die bullshit. "stop picking genji you piece of shit" "You need healing? *I* need two vodka shots and a glass of wine"
  • the "i usually play dps but i had to switch and i can't switch back": realizes quickly the damage they inflict upon the healers. now has a healthy respect for the role. pulls out the tic tac gun at the mere sight of reaper. wastes ult on 1-2 person rezes before the whole team is wiped out. has died four time in the last minute. is crying. fears the japanese language. *constant stream of apologies to the healer mains*

Words could not desribe my unimaginable joy when they announced SS on the stream not only for Heroes but for Cipher too; i’ve waited an entire year for my very first FE to finally get Cipher cards THANK YOU INTELSYS I LOVE YOUUU now i can happily go broke pulling their 5*FEH versions and their SR+ cards v^-^v 

  • Mika: Now I'm losing him! What'll I do? What'll I do?
  • Krul: What are you talking about?
  • Mika: Huh?
  • Krul: You are MY SON! For god's sake...
  • Krul: *swatting Mika with a newspaper* Pull-yourself-together! "What will you do?" Is this a question?! You will show him you remember that he is Yuichiro Hyakuya, and you will remind him who YOU are! Go, confront the problem. Fight! Win!
  • Krul: And call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits.
Lilo and Stitch - sentence starters
  • 1. "Stupid-head."
  • 2. "Do we have a lobster door? No. We have a dog door. We are getting a dog."
  • 3. "Want to listen to the King? You look like an Elvis fan."
  • 4. "Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten."
  • 5. "We're a broken family, aren't we?"
  • 6. "I'm the one they call when things go wrong. And things have indeed gone... wrong."
  • 7. "I was afraid you were going to say that. This won't be easy to explain back at headquarters."
  • 8. "You smell like a lawnmower."
  • 9. "Does this look infected to you?"
  • 10. "Aloha!"
  • 11. "You know, you wreck everything you touch. Why not try creating something for a change?"
  • 12. "Oh, good! My dog found the chainsaw!"
  • 13. "I'm sorry I bit you... and pulled your hair... and punched you in the face..."
  • 14. "You were built to destroy. You can never belong."
  • 15. "Our family is little now, and we don't have many toys, but if you want you can be a part of it."
  • 16. "I'll tell you what. If you promise not to fight anymore, I'll promise not to yell at you, except on special occasions."
  • 17. "It's nice to live on an island with no large cities."
  • 18. "WHAT? After everything you put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? JUST LIKE THAT?"
  • 19. "Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment, and insanity to my list of things I did today!"
  • 20. "I prefer to be called 'evil genius'."
  • 21. "Stop! I have just determined this situation to be far too hazardous!"
  • 22. "One of them had a giant eye in the middle of his face."
  • 23. "We are fired. Now we do it my way!"
  • 24. "My camera's full again!"
  • 25. "Don't worry, she likes your butt and fancy hair."
  • 26. "No more caffeine for you."
  • 27. "Don't leave me, okay?"
  • 28. "This is my family. I found it, all on my own."
  • 29. "Why are you all wet?"
  • 30. "Did you catch fire again?"
  • 31. "You better not have rabies."
  • 32. "Bring... him/her... back."
  • 33. "Heard you lost your job."
  • 34. "I think it might be a koala... an evil koala."
  • 35. "You are such a pain!"
  • 36. "A shooting star! I call it! Get out, get out! I have to make a wish!"
  • 37. "We need something that can defend itself. Something that won't die. Something... sturdy... you know?"
  • 38. "If you wanna leave, you can. I'll remember you, though. I remember everyone who leaves."
  • 39. "You're crazy."
  • 40. "Did you ever kill anyone?"
  • 41. "That's okay. You can just date me and we'll call it even."
  • 42. "So you're from outer space? I hear the surfing's choice."

Requested: Can you do one where in y/n is screaming at shawn because shes so mad and jealous but shawn just laughs at her and its all cute and fluffy

Requested: Hey first of all I love your page 😍 it’s the best out here and your writings are sooo good. Can you please do one where Shawn and y/n are shopping and then Shawn mets his ex and y/n gets jealous and they fight but will be together at the end. I hope you understand what I meant. Love you ❤️❤️

Your name: submit What is this?


You are out shopping with Shawn in Toronto. It is a rare day that you’re able to spend with your boyfriend without all the craziness and busyness of life getting in the way. “Hey Shawn,” You hear a voice from slightly behind the two of you. Turning, you’re expecting to see a fan asking for a picture from Shawn, but recognition crosses his face.

“Hi Laur,” He says in surprise, a smile spreading across his face, and now you turn your attention to the girl and her friends. You recognize the one in the middle from old pictures you’ve seen on the internet. She’s Shawn’s ex and she’s gorgeous, no doubt. You don’t know how Shawn could possibly choose you over her. You wonder if he ever regrets it, if he ever sees pictures of her and misses her, or wishes he was still with her instead of with you. You always knew she was pretty, but you had never met her in person until today, and it wasn’t even intentional so you weren’t able to prepare yourself.

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Power outages in Gotham
  • *laying on the floor staring at the ceiling being bored out of his mind*
  • Joker: "Are we done now?"
  • Harley: "Of course not! This is only half of my board games and we haven't even gotten to the puzzles yet!"
  • *reaches under the bed and pulls out a huge stack of 1000 piece puzzles*
  • Joker: "Put me out of my misery..."
  • *jokingly reaches for his gun*
  • Harley: "PLAY WITH ME!"
  • *throws a puzzle piece at his head*
  • Joker: "I feel like I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding, aren't I?!"
  • Harley: "You're not bleedin' ya drama queen! Now get over here and help me find the corners."
  • Joker: *groans and drags himself back over reluctantly*
9A (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: There’s something romantic about passing notes on a plane.

Word Count: 1,450

Warnings: Alcohol mention

A/N: I’m gonna be on various flights all week and what better way to pass the time than daydream up various situations like this? Told in Lin’s perspective! Ignore the fact that the flight attendants were assisting guests from back to front.

Lin was convinced he had forgotten the entire English language with how difficult it was proving to be to write something as simple as an email. It wasn’t even an email about anything substantial, Disney was just wanting him to plan his next meeting before the wheels of his plane were even off the ground, as per usual. He normally would have no problem scheduling it but they needed him to head this next one so the animators could get down first draft sketches for his song, a song he had yet to finish, and they needed a proposal by tomorrow morning.

‘Boarding Priority Access and Families’ the sign blinked and Lin gave up, shoving his phone into his pocket. It was the first time he had looked up from his phone since he had passed through security forty minutes ago when he met your eyes, he blinked in shock. The colors in your eyes danced in the sunlight as you offered him a soft smile before your eyes flitted onto the next thing that was lucky enough to capture your attention.

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“Before I tell you anything else, I need you to know that I’m okay,” you said quickly when dean answered the phone. 

“Y/N what’s going on?” Dean asked gruffly. You could easily picture the scowl, the clench of his jaw, that worried look on his face. And it was only going to get worse.

“I’m in the hospital,” you said, wincing.

What?!” Dean exclaimed angrily, making you drop your face into your hands. Oh, this was going to be so very terrible… “What happened?” he growled, but before you could even open your mouth to respond, he changed his mind. “Never mind. Just tell me where you are, I’ll be right there.”

You heard him long before you saw him. He was practically shouting down the hall looking for you, stomping along in those heavy boots of his. Finally someone must have told him where you were, because then the door was slamming open, and a whole lot of panicked Dean came barreling through.

“Are you okay?” He demanded, grabbing your face in his hands. His eyes were darting around, checking you for injuries. That was when he saw your knee. “What. Happened.”

I fell Dean. I’m fine.”

“That doesn’t look fine.”

“I sprained it, okay? That’s all,” you reassured him, patting his arm. Thankfully he was interrupted as the doctor came in. 

“Mrs. Winchester,” he began, glancing up from your chart, “oh, you must be her husband.” Dean shot you a glance, but he nodded instead of blowing your story. It had been the only way they would let him in to see you. “It looks like a pretty good sprain, but nothing too serious. I’d recommend advil and some ice, but otherwise just rest and try to keep your weight off it for a few days. If you’re not better in a couple weeks, we can explore other options, maybe do an MRI. Other than that, you’re free to leave.” The doctor shook each of your hands, and then he was gone again. 

“Stay here and rest, I’ll go get the paperwork squared away,” Dean grumbled, still sounding angry despite the less-than-serious diagnosis. 

“Bullshit…” you muttered as he left, reaching over for the crutches leaning against the wall. You hopped off the bed, wincing as your muscles protested the movement. They were sore, but nothing felt too bad, so you snatched up the crutches and limped out into the hall. Dean turned at the sound from where he stood at the nurses’ station and gave you a look so terrible you stopped in your tracks and briefly reconsidered your priorities. But then you clenched your jaw and continued hobbling over to him.

“What are you doing? Go sit down.”

“No. We’re leaving, come on.”

“You’re insane, you know that? You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Screw you,” you retorted angrily, turning to go past him. But Dean reached out and snagged the back of your jacket, holding you in place as he signed the paperwork - with a fake name, so what the hell was the point? - and listened carefully to the nurse’s instructions. 

“Hey,” Dean scolded when you tried to rip out of his grip, “seriously, will you calm down for two minutes?”

“I’ve been here for three hours,” you hissed, “I called you for a ride, so get me the hell out of here already!” Dean narrowed his eyes at you, but you just glared right back at him. When a muscle in his jaw twitched, you realized he was really mad. Well, shit.

“Fine. Let’s go,” he said tightly, gesturing for you to lead the way down the hall. It was slow going with the crutches, but soon enough the two of you were out in the parking lot and Dean opened the passenger door of the impala for you. 

“I don’t need help,” you snapped when he went to grab your arm and help you into the car. Dean growled something under his breath, crossing his arms and watching you struggle until one of the crutches slipped and you went plummeting towards the ground. Strong arms caught you, and then you were pulled against Dean’s chest in a tight embrace. Before you could say anything, Dean was speaking, his voice right in your ear.

“I know you don’t need help, okay? But you also don’t need to do this by yourself. Let me help, sweetheart.” You pulled back and looked up at him, green eyes sincere, his expression worried. When you finally nodded, Dean cracked a smile and kissed your forehead, helping you into the car.

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anonymous asked:

can you pls talk to me about the way Magnus holds himself in pandemonium when we first see him, all that power in the way he stands and makes his way through the club because I'm so gay and good lord

i’m also gay and good lord but how about the next time we see him there

it’s been months and he knows it, busy with his other work, busy with house calls and jumping across the globe, it’s been hard to get a moment in edgewise to visit the club. but he always loves being there. it’s hard not to. it’s hard not to feel himself easily stitching in the fabric of his club and feeling the eyes of the club on him as he walks in through the door with his coat hanging loose on his shoulders.

there’s very little skin on show tonight, shirt buttoned to the very top of his throat, but it’s a silky kind of see through, beautiful embroidered flowers crawling over the tight definition of his chest and his stomach. layered necklaces spill down the rest, glinting and catching the lights along with his rings as the crowd parts just slightly as he glides through it and up to the bar. it’s this beautiful thing, perfectly fluid, pulling his coat off his shoulders and hanging it on one of his fingers.

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anonymous asked:

*pokes head out* I've been following your art for quite a while now and I love how there's always this element of softness/sweetness/brightness/light to it. It's in the characters' expressions and the way they look and move and it's just there in general in all your artwork. I just take one look at your art and go "Ah, there's so much love in these artworks!" Something about your artwork makes me happy when I'm having a bad day no matter how many times I look at it. *rolls shyly back into cave*

*pulls you out of cave and gives you an aggressively tender hug* i love you. you’re too kind to me. i’m crying 

famousfartpotato  asked:

Mama, (I) just killed a man. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead, mama oooooooo didnt mean to make you cry, if I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on, as If nothing really mattered

Why are you sending me lyrics? What am I supposed to do with these?

alec angrily stands up from the kitchen, pushing his chair back with enough force that the room is filled with a horrible screech. “i don’t think this will work out anymore, magnus. we’re just too… different.” he starts to storm off but only manages to make it past the doorway before pausing. he takes a breath, makes a decision, and marches back in. “fuck that.” he pulls magnus up and kisses him. hard. when they finally pull apart, foreheads still touching, magnus sighs in mock exasperation, “are you going to do that everytime we have a disagreement about the wedding?” alec visibly fights back a grin and touches their noses together. “but magnus. red chrysanthemums mean i love you.”

it’s four am in oslo and isak just woke even up from a nightmare and even’s nose is nuzzling isak’s neck as he tries to steady his breathing and isak is stroking even’s hair soothingly while simultaneously rubbing circles on his back with his other hand and he whispers, “it’s okay. you’re okay. i’m here.” and even is nodding into isak’s neck and he replies, “i know. i know.”

and isak pulls back to press a soft kiss to even’s lips and says, “it’s just you and me now.” and even smiles softly at him and replies, “it’s you and me always.”

Falling in love with his best friend was not a choice, no. If you ask Jungkook, he’d say it took him by surprise, his heart had already made up its mind and now, he is smitten. It wasn’t his fault really. Jungkook likes to think he’s pretty down to earth, he likes to think he’s able to control himself but oh boy he can’t do the slightest thing about the mushiness that’s happening inside his heart right now.

Jimin is talking to him, Jungkook knows he is, but when did his eyes become so sparkly and pretty? It’s a dumb question really, because even before feelings came to wreck his sanity, Jungkook knew his bestfriend was stunning. But back then, he still had a semblance of self control. Now? Oh now, he can’t help losing himself in staring, he just stares, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before Jimin notices so he gathers up all the strength he has and adverts his eyes, or at least tries to.

“Were you even listening?” he says, though he clearly knows he wasn’t, he has been spacing out a lot lately and he’s honestly worried at this point.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Jungkook manages to blurt out a not so convincing yes. But Jimin is having none of it, he’s slowly crossing the space between their faces, staring into Jungkook’s eyes as if he’s trying to read into his soul. “Are you sure?” he asks, “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately” he adds, bottom lip caught between his teeth in worry.

And Jungkook’s mind short circuits because clearly his sanity is being tested. And he knows he should just brush it off with a laugh and he knows he should definitely step back but his pillow lips are so, so inviting. He’s so close, just centimeters away he could just literally steal a quick peck. And it’s a dumb idea Jungkook knows it but before his brain can come save his ass from his dumb heart he’s leaning in. There’s no spark or fireworks but a feeling of belonging, it just feels so right. Their lips melt together as Jimin lets out a gasp obviously startled by the turn of events but he doesn’t pull back. He doesn’t and Jungkook is kissing him like a starved man. Enjoying the feeling as much as he can because fuck he did not mean to do it but now that his soft, plump lips are against his own he wonders why it took him so long to close the gap.

When they pull back, he’s ready to blurt out an apology, but Jimin just sushes him by pulling him in again. Jungkook thinks that maybe his heart is not that dumb for letting this happen.

[M] C’mon baby, work for it

Pairing: Jikook
Word count: 3.1K
Genre: Smut|Warning: Daddy kink; slight degradation

Jungkook was with Taehyung. Again. And Jimin was beginning to think that he was increasingly spending more and more time with him just to rile him up. Every time he caught the two playing together, he would pretend as if he didn’t notice Jungkook trying to steal subtle glances at him and look away pouting with a slightly disappointed look on his face when he realized that Jimin wasn’t paying any attention to him. That, of course, was a lie. Jimin was always paying attention to Jungkook. Always. He was always watching him and was usually the first to approach him at times when it seemed like he needed some help. And he was always the first one to console him and shower him in praises whenever he was feeling down. It’s almost like he had a radar built-in in him, one that could detect when anything was a little off with Jungkook, and make it possible for him to cheer up his boyfriend. Jungkook, although he didn’t voice it very often, was very appreciative of Jimin’s actions. Frankly, it wouldn’t be a lie to say that he leeched off Jimin’s love and attention, as when Jimin wasn’t present with him at any time, he would crave him, almost like a child craves his mother when she’s gone for too long. And sometimes, he would even pretend to be sad just so he could feel Jimin’s arms around him, holding him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he coerced him to sleep.

But on other days, days like today, he craved a special kind attention. He would act naughty with his hyung, grinding up against him when he knew that no-one was watching, and sneaking little touches here and there when they walked around in public. Jungkook liked to be a bad boy you see, and he liked to be punished for it. He loved the thrill of anticipating Jimin’s actions towards him. He loved it when Jimin punished him so hard- fucked him so hard, that he was unable to walk the next day. Today too, was one of those days. Knowing how much Jimin despised him spending time with anyone else but him, knowing what jealousy did to him, he purposefully decided to spend the whole day with Taehyung, not sparing Jimin so much as even a small “hi”. So when he noticed Jimin walking into the living room late in the afternoon, he hoped for him to drag him into their bedroom and get to business, but he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when Jimin outright ignored him. Not breaking his calm, he played with Taehyung a little more, glancing at Jimin every now and then. But each time, his irritation grew as he saw Jimin immersed in his phone and ignoring him completely. After a while, however, he decided to screw being calm and after leaving Taehyung with a slightly confused face, pulled Jimin into their shared room and slammed the door shut.

“Woah there Jungkook-ah,” Jimin warned. “What’s gotten into you?”

You,” Jungkook hissed in annoyance. “You’ve been ignoring me all day today.”

Smirking internally, Jimin replied, “Ignoring you? What are you talking about Jungkookie? I would never ignore you!”

“You say you would never ignore me, yet you’ve been doing it the whole day!” Jungkook screamed. “I’ve been trying to get you to pay attention to me the entire day, and all you’ve done is act as if I don’t even exist, and ignore me!”

“Get me to pay attention to you? Jungkook-ah, what do you mean?”

“Make you jealous! I’ve been trying to make you jealous the whole day, you ignorant imbecile!”


Taking small steps towards Jungkook, Jimin spoke with a low and intimidating voice, “What did you say? You’ve been trying to make me jealous?”

“I- I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook cowered, Jimin’s deep voice making blood rush to his nether regions.

Jimin slowly started backing away and as he approached the door, made a swift turn to face away from Jungkook. Just as he was about to turn the door handle, Jungkook spoke again.

“Punish me.”

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