and then she goes and takes responsibility for it all

anonymous asked:

Ok, headcanon time: for any or all of the trc ship, who's responsible for killing the bugs (Or capturing them and taking them outside) and who screams whenever they see even an tiny baby spider?

You cant just come… into My Inbox and say all trc ships are an option bc I ship all of them and WILL talk about all of them

the problem is they all have questionable spider killing dynamics like Blue?? would NEVER kill a spider she goes to the greatest lengths to Keep It Safe even if it means chasing it around the house for an hour with a glass and a sheet of paper

Gansey has a problematic relationship with bugs to begin with and truly?? who can blame him but he’s also not afraid of spiders nor is he a big fan of killing things so he kind of just makes an “ick” face while prodding it out the window with a newspaper

Ronan kills the spider when Adam is around in a bizarre attempt to show off (which Adam is both aware of and mildly embarrassed by) but when no one is around he too goes to great lengths to get it out safely

Adam sees the spider. He acknowledges the spider. The spider acknowledges Adam. He does not attempt to alter the spider’s current situation. They can cohabitate in peace.

Noah, despite being dead, unfortunately lacks an affinity with fellow creepy things and will not so much as enter a room if there’s a spider in there. He won’t make a big deal about it he just.. won’t go in. No way

Henry is the dramatic Oh Dear God This Daddy Long Legs Is In This Shower With Me And It Here For My Blood Gansey Kill It Blue? Please Kill It Please I’m Too Young To Die type of guy

anonymous asked:

Andrew and Neil go to an amusement park where Neil gets lost and Andrew *definitely does not* panic and worry, please! You are so amazing!

So like I kind of kept to the prompt??? Amusement park became State Fair, and Andrew and Neil lowkey became all the Foxes??? I’m sorry???

The parking area is already filled to the brim when they arrive. Andrew is pretty sure this doesn’t even count as a parking lot; the large field weighed down by rows upon rows of cars. There are numerous people in reflective yellow jackets using neon orange cones to direct traffic, and Andrew follows the line of cars to the next available spot. Matt’s truck pulls in beside the Maserati, and everyone climbs out, smiles out and wide in anticipation. Families and groups of teens alike weave their way through the cars around them, their chatter and laughter carrying on the breeze. It’s almost enough to drown out the screams and music coming from the Fair.

Despite it only being early October, the air has a chill to it with the sun gone, so the Foxes pull on hoodies and jackets before heading towards the epicentre of excitement. The sky is a pale indigo above their heads, a view stars blotching the inky surface, but the bright flashing lights up ahead are quick to wash them out. With each step closer, the scent of fried dough and spun sugar gets stronger, and seems to fuel the buzz reverberating through the group.

It doesn’t take long to get tickets, and then they’re moving through the entrance gate into the fairgrounds. The lights and sounds are even worse in the mix of things. A cacophony of chaos that grates on Andrew’s nerves and twinges at his temples like the start of a headache. He briefly wonders why he even agreed to come to the State Fair, but he finds he minds a little less when he takes in Neil’s expression. The striker’s face is bright, and his eyes are wide. The start of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he whips his head around to take everything in.

“Let me guess,” Andrew starts. “You’ve never been to a State Fair before.”

“Actually, I have,” Neil says. “Crowds like these are a great way to lose someone who’s chasing you.”

“Oh my god; that’s so sad,” Matt chimes in. “You need the full Fair experience, Neil! We’ll start with the Tilt-a-Whirl.”

“The tilt a what?”

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Right, so now that I have revealed myself to be actual Ladybug trash, time to make this one post that’s been on my mind for a while. If you don’t follow me for Miraculous Ladybug stuff (a.k.a. all my followers) then sorry about this.

So, a big fad throughout the fandom at the moment is giving Miraculouses to the supporting cast, and I am SO BEHIND THIS. It would develop the show beyond the status quo and freshen it up spectacularly across seasons, because if it keeps being a magical girl monster-of-the-week show with wacky antics ad nauseum then I’m going to probably lose interest fairly quickly. Some of the most popular miraculous assignments are Alya receiving the fox miraculous, Nino receiving the turtle miraculous ( @thelastpilot ) and alternatively Lila receiving the real, actual fox miraculous. I’m going to throw my two cents in on what thematically would work with the rest of the show.

First of all, we know three miraculous holders for definite and one for almost definite. Marinette is Ladybug, Adrien is Cat Noir, Master Fu is the unnamed turtle hero and the likelihood is Gabriel is Hawkmoth/Papillon. The thing is, if you look at miraculous holders and their miraculouses, a pattern of character starts emerging.

Let’s start with Marinette.

Marinette is, in short, a clumsy klutz with terrible luck, who normally you wouldn’t trust with giving an ounce of responsibility to – not because she wouldn’t take it seriously, but because she seems totally incompetent. The ladybug miraculous, on the other hand, is the miraculous of luck itself, with the most responsibility of all the miraculouses – and indeed, when Marinette transforms into Ladybug, almost all her clumsiness goes straight out the nearest window and she gains HUGE amounts of responsibility – she’s the one responsible for cleaning up the mess after an Akuma attack. The miraculous is not given to Marinette because she’s the best person for the job – far from it, she acknowledges in the origins episode Alya would be a far better fit. However, what’s important is that she has the capacity to grow into the role of Ladybug – and she well and truly does.

Now, let’s look at Adrien.

Adrien is a rich kid who’s incredibly lucky – he’s had everything fall into his lap from a young age, and has had competence (fencing, multilingualism etc.) drilled into him, at the cost of not being able to loosen up and socialise. His miraculous transforms him into Cat Noir, the poster boy for destruction and bad luck, with a kwami, Plagg, who’s constantly getting himself into the kind of destructive shenanigans you’d expect from Marinette through his own hedonism. See the pattern? Adrien and Marinette both receive the miraculouses that don’t represent them – they represent everything they aren’t – but everything they could be if they developed.

Now let’s look at Master Fu and Gabriel, because they’re a little different, but equally as important.

Master Fu, on the surface, seems like an ideal fit for the turtle in terms of alignment. The turtle in symbolism represents age, wisdom, protection. Master Fu stands for all these things – but Master Fu is a miraculous holder beyond his prime. He is at the end of his development. I have a feeling if we ever saw young Fu, we’d see him as a figure of youthful energy, who just wants to let loose and have fun, possibly even be anti-authoritarian when it comes to adults. This should sound true of another character in the show, and I’ll get back to that.

Gabriel, if everything is hinting at what we think it’s hinting at, however, does not fit the butterfly miraculous at all. The butterfly represents stages of life, and change, moving on, transformation. It’s heavily hinted Gabriel’s wife is dead – at the very least, Hawkmoth/Papillon has Adrien’s mother’s picture in his locket. Hawkmoth/Papillon’s goal now seems to be to attain the miraculouses so he can resurrect his dead wife. He’s not accepting death, and he’s not accepting the creed of his miraculous – he’s rejecting it, twisting it, corrupting it, thus becoming the supervillain who uses his Kwami’s powers against their will.

When a miraculous is granted to an owner, they can choose to learn from it, or reject it. But most importantly, they are granted to people who lack the qualities their miraculouses represent – their character flaws are what the miraculous works to iron out. That being said, let’s look at Lila.

Lila is a compulsive liar. Her Akumatised form is presumably the actual hero that emerges from the fox miraculous – a hero of lies and illusions. This is unhealthy for her – the miraculous isn’t helping her overcome her weaknesses, it’s only accentuating her character flaws. Lila will never grow as a person if she truly becomes Volpina.

So who actually needs secrets, lies and illusions in their life? Well, it’d be someone for whom truth is all-consumingly destructive. Someone whose self-destructive pursuit of the truth puts not only herself, but other people in the line of fire, and whose Akumatised form represents truth at all costs. I’m talking, of course, about Alya.

This is why fox!Alya appeals to me so much – because Alya would be able to learn and grow from the fox miraculous, because it represents traits that she needs to attain. Now, let’s look at the other popular miraculous assignment – turtle!Nino. That thing I mentioned earlier? Here it comes again.

Nino is the epitome of youthful vigour in the show – everything from his style to his DJing to his horribly outdated slang in the English dub (seriously, who the hell is a Totally Radical Dude in the 21st Century!? No-one. No-one is who.) His Akumatised form is Bubbler, a childish clown who tries to exile all adults. If there’s one person in the show who NEEDS the turtle miraculous and its traits of wisdom, age and protection, it’s Nino. This miraculous was MADE for Nino – right down to the outdated slang, providing an added meta bonus to the English dub that Nino becomes a massive allusion to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

This is why I love fox!Alya and turtle!Nino – because they work thematically with who has already received miraculouses. This begs the question – what happens to Lila?

I’d like to suggest something I think no-one else has thought of. I present, a digression: Peacock!Lila.

Peacocks are about vision, kind-heartedness and integrity – the peacock miraculous represents everything the fox miraculous doesn’t. If Lila became the peacock miraculous hero, she’d learn and develop SO MUCH MORE than if she became Volpina. She’d truly have the redemption and character arc that she needs – she’d learn there are more ways to solve a problem than lies, and that truth can be just as valuable. Likewise, this is why Peacock!Alya would actually be unhealthy for her – because it would only drive her even deeper into her already destructive drive for truth and justice.

This is what I call the Miraculous Character Development Theory. I dunno, it was just a thing that occurred to me.

tl;dr: fox!Alya and turtle!Nino work thematically and so does the rather outlandish peacock!Lila. Sorry this has been a mile long post about a god damn kids’ show. I have… several problems.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Lena calling Kara, Daddy, and it triggers Kara taking her right there in the hallway of her apartment and not even bothering to take her inside.

Rated M for sMut!!

This is the prompt that started it all.

Making this fic for some of my more dirty tumblr prompts! so it may turn into a multi-chap if I feel inspired!

Love Me Harder

Read it on AO3-

Lena has always had a rather … eclectic social media following.

There were those fans who follow her because she’s a Luthor and they expect her to follow in her brother’s footsteps. They’re her least favorite type of fan- all anti-alien and anti-Supergirl; and she makes a point to block them as soon as they show themselves. She doesn’t need that sort of negativity, and neither does Kara. Plus, any sort of contact that reminds her of Lex makes her a little sick to her stomach.

Then there are the fans that have a sort of morbid curiosity about her. Those that are just waiting for her to fall from grace. It’s like her life is a real life reality show that people can’t help but watch.

She opens her Instagram page, eyes widening when she sees the ridiculous amount of notifications.

Ahh, yes - she had added a picture of her and Kara the other day, and there was nothing her fans loved more than a good couple pic.

It isn’t even that ground breading of a picture, they’re eating ice cream for Pete’s sake. But something about the way Kara’s hand is settled possessively around her waist must set people off, because her inbox is full dirty comments, one in particular catching her eye.

“Tell me Lena Luthor doesn’t call Kara Danvers daddy in bed.“

She’s in so much shock that she doesn’t even hear Kara creep up behind her.

“Daddy? Why are they calling me daddy?”

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One day, as Sara is scouting out planets from the Tempest’s bridge, she gets a message from her father.

This message simply reads, “Are you dating someone on the Tempest?”

Sara is rightfully taken aback, barks out a shocked laugh, and Kallo and Suvi are very confused. She types back “Where the hell did that come from?”

“Scott and I have a bet. He thinks your not dating anyone, I think you are. Settle the debate please.”

Sara at this point is laughing outright, and manages to relay the message to Kallo and Suvi. She holds up her tool and takes a photo with Kallo in the background, with the caption ‘I have a cute boyfriend and Scott doesn’t HA’

Moments later, Sara gets a message from Scott in all caps; “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

Sara, at this point, is nearly on the floor crying with laughter. Then she gets an idea, an oh so brilliant idea.

She goes over to Suvi and asks for a picture. She sends this picture; “No, you’re right, I have a cute boyfriend AND a cute girlfriend and you don’t.”

The confused responses from her family prompt her to go find Peebee.

Peebee is immediately on board, and they get a picture of Peebee kissing Sara’s cheek to send to them. She sends it, then goes off to find Liam and Jaal, who both bear-hug her for their picture.

Soon she has sent them a picture of everyone on the Tempest. “This is my boyfriend, and my other boyfriend, and oh yeah cora and i are dating too sorry dad” eventually she sends two pictures of Lexi and Drack “and these are our crew mom and crew dad” 

Finally they’ve had enough, and they’re begging for a straight answer. So Sara sends, “Of course I’m dating one of them. But which one?”

Next time they dock at the Nexus, she takes Kallo to meet Alec and Scott. Scott yelled “GOD DAMMIT” the second they walk in; she learns that the two had made a second bet as to which one she was actually dating. Alec had bet on Kallo, Scott had actually bet on Suvi.

It makes for a fantastic story and weeks of teasing at Scott’s expense. 

The NASA Village

Today in the NASA Village… Space Station to Ground.

Working aboard the Space Station for long duration is definitely a challenge, but being connected with my family keeps me motivated. Psychological and emotional support is extremely important in space. When crew members go from the Earth’s surface to a new environment, it’s not a surprise that we still need to communicate with our loved ones. After all, we are still Earth creatures.

So who takes on this huge responsibility to keep me connected to my family? Meet Gabrielle Cole, one of the Operational Psychology Coordinators at Behavioral Health & Performance (BHP). She is constantly in touch with my husband in Houston and my parents in Iowa in order to arrange Private Family Conferences (PFCs) with me on the Space Station. Every week she goes through my schedule and my family’s in order to find the best time that suits both parties. Typically, weekends works out the best, but in some cases we do change it around. There’s a hard scheduled video-conference once a week, and also on special occasions such as holidays, anniversaries and birthdays. Essentially, Gabrielle always has to be prepared to take on any task necessary to help me maintain life as normal as possible here on the Space Station. 

In addition, Gabrielle also packs my care packages, which are very important for us on the Space Station. She inventories the items given by my family and friends, and submits them to the Materials and Process team. The Materials and Process team makes sure the items are not flammable and are safe for the Space Station. After the items get approved, Gabrielle packs them for transport. When I receive my care packages, usually it is filled with items such as cards, letters, photos, and snacks. Thanks to Gabrielle, I am always pleased with everything that’s in my goodie bag!

While on the Space Station, we are required to exercise 2 hours daily. What do you usually do when you are working out? Well, Gabrielle makes sure that I have a variety of good music to listen to while I am on my daily routine. Using my personal interests profile that I filled out when I was on ground, Gabrielle uploads music, TV Shows, news, movies, magazines, web articles, and even personal videos from family and friends to the ISS Crew Webpage. The ISS Crew Webpage serves as a gateway to up-to-date content that I am able to get in touch with as soon as she uploads it.

Of course, all of this is a lot of responsibility for one person, but when you ask Gabrielle, she says that, “I don’t feel like my job is always work. I am honored to have the opportunity to contribute to space exploration and help the crew members feel at home even when they are so far away.”

Do you want more stories?  Find our NASA Villagers here!

anonymous asked:

Teacher/single parent au or meeting in the E.R au for peraltiago obvs

Thanks for asking, anon!! I love these!! since we’re all in need of some peraltiago fluff this week, here ya go! 

15. Meeting in the ER AU

Dr. Amy Santiago (she’s only been able to officially use that title for six months and she’s damn proud of it) is running down the hallway, her dark ponytail swinging back and forth as her brand new white coat fans out behind her like a cape. She always thought being an ER doctor would be a bit like being a superhero, and she’s not wrong, she decides, thinking about the way she must look running through the hallway of Brooklyn Methodist Hospital – a scrubs-wearing, white-coat-caped superhero.

She’s shaken out of her reverie when she runs headlong into the glass door separating her from the ER, dropping the suture kits she had gone to fetch and losing her brand-new stethoscope. What can she say? She’s still a resident.

Furtively looking around to make sure no one noticed, Amy bends down to pick up her suture kits, dropped as her forehead hit a locked glass door at full speed. She catches a few of the older nurses tittering from the nurse’s station on the other side of the door, but she doesn’t take it personally – she remembers three days ago when those same nurses brought her coffee and a muffin during hour 13 of a particularly grueling shift.

Amy takes a deep breath, feeling her hair to make sure her ponytail is still in place and sighs, deciding it doesn’t matter anyway – she’s exhausted and she’s worked fifty hours this week and it’s only Wednesday, so this is as good as it’s gonna get. Instead, she straightens her shoulders and steels herself before taking a step back, tapping her ID against the sensor, and walking into what her new friend Rosa, a fellow emergency medicine resident, calls the “chaos-ridden-pit-of-hellfire”.

A wall of sound hits her instantly – screaming, crying, laughing, small talk, of all things, and the incessant beeping that has come to haunt her dreams on the rare occasions she actually sleeps. Despite her difficulty with hospital doors, Dr. Santiago navigates the ER like a pro, zeroing in on the patient she’s supposed to treat in an instant.

He’s probably about her age – in his mid-twenties – with disheveled hair and a sweaty red face. Red dirt covers his face and saturates his NYPD t-shirt and cargo shorts. She can see from here that gravel is stuck in his bloody knees, and that the long gash on his elbow, only partially covered by a makeshift bandage made out of someone’s tie, and the shorter cut on his right cheek are why she was told to get suture kits. His friend, a smaller man in his early thirties, looks distraught, with tear tracks staining his face. The patient, though, is laughing with the largest smile Amy’s ever seen and gently patting his friend’s back with his good arm.

She stops at the nurses’ station to grab his file before she walks over. The nurse on intake had already taken his basic medical history, which let her know that the man with a captivating smile and – unbelievably – Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle sneakers is named Jacob Peralta, age 29.

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Can we please talk about Eva? Because the girl is rad and she would never, ever exist in American TV without it becoming an after-school-special.

She is the lead despite all her flaws:

- She is constantly struggling school (and how often do you see a female main character struggling school? Usually never!). But she is NOT dumb. 

- She is a partygirl, who likes to drink and hook up and have One-Night-Stands. Imagine one episode of Eva on Glee… I am getting nightmares just thinking about it.

- She got together with Jonas under very dubious circumstances and gave everything up to be with him. Despite that they clearly loved each other and it is obvious they just met when they were still way too young and immature. And they are ALLOWED to break-up without it becoming yet another annoying “Ross and Rachel”.

- She has a strained relationship with her Mom, because she is so much absent. 

And yet this girl just rocks! 

Jonas tells her to find new friends? She goes out and somehow manages to collect this random number of girls and they become THE Squad. 

She is taking responsibility about her mistakes and talks to those she hurt! And yet the show also doesn’t turn back the time. Eva and Ingrid talked, but the friendship that once was that is over. And it is okay. 

She loves life and she is enjoying it. And hallelujah - it is nice to see a teenage girl that drinks and parties and isn’t immediately crucified for it.

She takes incentive. I never, ever would turn up at a party all by myself, knowing full well most people don’t want me there. That takes courage! And she does because Eva is awesome. 

She puts herself first, realizes she has to break-up with Jonas and what follows is one of the most mature and beautiful and saddening break-ups ever shot and I may shed a tear or two. 

And last but not least: Lisa really is one of the most underrated actresses on the show, because she lives and breathes Eva.

Conclusion: this girl is AWESOME and deserves sooooooooooo much love. 

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Valentines day with the v3 cast!

lets just ignore the fact that its march whoops 

Also this took be 3 hours to type ugh


  • he buys you flowers, chocolates and a stuffed bear 
  • he spend the entire day with you, doing everything you ask
  • he’s very flustered the whole day, complimenting you every chance he can get 
  • No!hat!
  • he takes you out to a restaurant for dinner 
  • he insists that you get anything you want, he’ll pay for it all!
  • he gives you a very fancy necklace at the end of the night 
  • cute bushy kisses afterwards
  • you decide how long it lasts ^


  • she’s pretty new to this, so she does the basics, chocolates and flowers 
  • She invites you to stay the night!
  • so you two are in your pj’s when she offers to get you something to drink
  • about a minute late you hear the sound of a cup smashing
  • you rush down and she’s standing beside a broken mug, the contents spilled over the floor
  • she starts apologizing, she lost her balance and then her hand slipped and then-
  • you calm her down and help her clean up, insisting that its fine! It happens!
  • she plays the piano afterwards, to calm you two down
  • She shyly kisses you before you two go to sleep
  • she’s curled against you when you wake up


  • He takes you to one of those science center things that has stuff about 
  • he’s so excited to show you everything !
  • you better have lots of energy, he’s not leaving for at least 3 hours
  • he buys you a necklace as well
  • you two take the bus home, your head on his shoulder 
  • its so warm, and he gives you his jacket for protection
  • afterwards you two go home and end up ordering take-out 
  • he buys you a heart necklace
  • it has glitter in it, making it look like your looking into the milky-way.
  • You two crash when you get home, exhausted 
  • he curls you in his arms,planting a kiss on your head
  • Happy valentines. 


  • She isn’t quite sure what to do today
  • she lets you decide, shes happy as long as your happy
  • you eventually decide for a walk by the lake, and dinner 
  • She gives you a bouquet of flowers; they’re roses
  • She flushes when you ask her to hold hands 
  • you two cook dinner together
  • the entire experience is very normal, but it’s lovely all the same 
  • She reminds you that she loves you at the end of the day, placing a kiss on your lips


  • He tells you to close your eyes
  • he drives you to a building
  • when you open your eyes again, he’s dressed up and your in a candle-lit room. 
  • he shows you to your seat, across from him.
  • and then the food starts to come 
  • course upon course of fine dishes, and they don’t stop coming 
  • after you two have eaten, he takes your hand and you two dance.
  • he tells you how radiant you look
  • your swinging in his arms, as the last note plays out he finally gets down to the main course
  • getting on his knee
  • “S/o, You are the most divine creature I have set eyes on, will you make allow me the honor to marry you?”


  • …….
  • WeLL
  • you wont get this unless SOMEONE ASKS
  • on the other hand, she’d give you a nice choker as a gift 


  • wants to make you very happy today
  • so you come home…
  • “Ah! S/o! close your eyes!”
  • He leads you upstairs and tells you to open your eyes
  • surprise! 
  • there’s a blanket spread out on the floor, lots of pillows, a wrapped present and…. is that a scrapbook?
  • yes, yes it is 
  • you two make a scrapbook about you two, gotna’s prepared refreshments and offers a movie if you get bored!
  • its very fun!
  • he makes you open the gift, its a small pin of a butterfly.
  • you thank him with a gentle kiss


  • She puts weeks into her plan
  • finally the day comes 
  • the sits you down, making sure your very comfy
  • and then the show begins 
  • BAM 
  • streamers fly and glitter flies through the air as banners fall into place 
  • and the show begins 
  • she’s moving everywhere, pulling a dove from her hat and then turning it into a flower and then the flower is flying in the air..
  • so much is happening, and its breathtaking 
  • at the very end, she walks over to you and takes out a box
  • she wishes you a happy valentines day, before collapsing, exhausted 
  • after she rests, she asks if you liked it
  • you kiss her on the forehead
  • “ It was splendid.”


  • if you want to, he’d let you decide what to do
  • drive-in movie? drive-in movie 
  • he gets you popcorn and soda and you two relax
  • romance movies are too cheesy
  • so you two are watching some horror film
  • you’ve got your shirt pulled up past your nose when the jump scare happens 
  • you just weren’t expecting him to scream that high
  • in actuality, its a normal scream, but for his vocal cords its high 
  • you two make eye contact for one second 
  • and then you cant hold in your laughter, popcorn is going everywhere but that doesn’t matter.
  • you have to cheer him up afterwards 
  • you don’t ever let him fully live it down


  • shes so excited! 
  • she paints you a special picture to show her love 
  • she’ll even make a statue of you if she gets the chance!
  • lots and lots of kisses today 
  • she’d be so happy if you two made dinner together
  • there’s avocados 
  • she almost goes through he roof when you get her something 
  • shes!just!so!happy!
  • get ready for another round of kisses


  • he’s shows up to escort you two, dressed as well as a robot can be 
  • he’s constantly blushing the same color so when you gently take his hand your afraid that he’s going to overheat 
  • the date goes well! And the food is really good!
  • so you two return home..
  • he tells you to go look in your bedroom
  • ………
  • kiibo whAT
  • he explains that he couldn’t decide what gift to get…
  • so he got them all
  • good luck eating all that, s/o


  • what of course Tenko has a plan, she’s a responsible woman who knows how to treat her s/o right 
  • internally, shes p a n i c k i n g
  • what if you don’t like her gift? what if you hate her afterwards?
  • she so scared that she wakes up early because of nerves
  • she’s pacing the kitchen floor by the time you come down 
  • “Tenko, its 4 in the morn-”
  •   poor girl
  • she finally gives you the present, a cute little charm with a tiny bell on it
  • she’s stuttering about how it will match the one she has so you and her could be a matching couple 
  • you tell her its perfect
  • she blushes and says her thanks, placing  kiss on your lips


  • he’s been disappearing the past week for a couple of hours
  • you don’t really confront it because honestly your intrested on what he’s going to do.
  • so finally valentines day is here…
  • Amami doesn’t mention anything all day, he gives you a present but thats at
  • and then you two head out for dinner.
  • And then you get a look at the place
  • lanterns, fine table cloths, waiters and people ready at your every comand
  • its like you two are royalty 
  • the food is divine and there’s live music and everything is in a deep red color which just makes you fall deeper and deeper in love withe the boy
  • whe you two are alone, he cradles your face and slowly kisses you, wraping his hands in your hair, by your waist, pressing closer and closer to you
  • its up to you what happens next ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • happy valentines day s/o ;)


  • you decide to do all the cleaning, and cooking for the day!
  • she gives you a kiss of thanks when returns home
  • you offer her a bath and she graciously accepts 
  • she tells you to join her, and who are you to deny her?
  • So your sitting naked with your lover also naked now
  • she’s 100% calm
  • internally she’s panicking
  • You wash eachother’s hair and wait until the water gets cold to get out
  •  you have her cosy pj’s laid out for her! new ones!
  • you serve dinner and force her to sit still because she will get up if you don’t keep your eye on her 
  • and then she brings up that she bought a pet…
  • she what
  • he did not 
  • oh my goD SHE DID YES SHE DID 
  • lots of kisses for her! 
  • she explains that while they do shead, at least it can be kept in a certin area
  • and its like you two are parents now!
  •  you thank her sosoosos much 
  • happy valentines day!


  • oh no
  • oh no no no
  • don’t get me started 
  • he’ll pretend he doesn’t know what day it is, the majority of the day is him complaining on why theres more couples outside than usual
  • your about to think that he forgot about it completely when he takes you out 
  • your blindfolded, and are just relying on him to guide you
  • you get there in one piece thankfully 
  • you and him are watching a movie, in his.. private? living room?
  • he’s got everything you could possibly need, chips, cookies etc.
  • so when the movie ends, its dead silent 
  • and then he slithers behind you, whispering in your ear
  • you two have been together for some time now…
  • so now might be a nice chance to start…. doing it
  • he of course is stuttering slightly and is clutching onto to tightly 
  • so… when you say yes….
  • he laughs, and carries into the other room 
  • no one is going to bed early tonight 


  • she makes special clothes for you two! its a special day !
  • sweet walks in the park, and nice dinners at the local resturant, you two make the very best of the day 
  • you and her go shopping and critique a movie, and go feed birds
  • all in one day!
  • so when you get home your wiped
  • the bed is oh-so soft and fuzzy
  • your about to drift off to sleep when you hear her clear her throat 
  • you give a tired glance in her direction and bolt right up 
  • shes in loungerie
  • she made it herself 
  • you’re babbling and she’s blushing from head to toe
  • and now you can see very curve of her body, every hair that stands on end
  • and hell if she doesn’t look stunning 
  • she explains that she doesn’t intend to do anything explicit… she just wanted to surprise you
  • well you’re definitely surprised 
  • you sleep close to her, for warmth as exhaustion takes over 
  • happy valentines!
Robin’s Nest: Part 13

Prompt: Where the robin’s were Bruce’s and Batmom’s biological kids

Words: 11820

AN: This was edited by my wonderful team of beta’s who continue to plow through my stories.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

     “If you keep scrubbing like that, your hands are going to be raw.”

     Biting the inside of your cheek, you look up to meet your husband’s eyes. You remove your hands from the soapy water and carefully dry them. As soon as you set the towel down Bruce takes your hands and starts rubbing lotion on them.

    You sit in silence as he does it. When he’s done he doesn’t let go, he gives them a small squeeze, and says: “You haven’t sterilized the kitchen in the middle of the night since before the twins were born.”

     You give him a small smile, “The kitchen looked a little dirty.”

     Bruce just smirks, “Don’t let Alfred hear you say that.” There’s another moment of silence before he asks: “What’s going on sweetheart?”

      You don’t answer right away. You run a hand through your hair, bite your lip, and fidget a bit in your chair. Of course Bruce sees right through you. Knocking your knee with his own, he gives you a small smile of encouragement. Taking a deep breath, you give in, “I got them to open up a bit.”

     “The boys?”

     You nod, “Yeah. Did you know they’ve all lost their parents? Or that Jason actually died? And your relationship with Dick is non-existent. And have you seen the bags under Tim’s eyes? Apparently he survives on coffee! And Damian, apparently Talia is his mother. Talia! She raised him with the League of Assassins! Terry, Terry didn’t say a word. And then there’s you! You just grow old and alone, and you don’t let anyone in and Bruce…”

       That’s when the tears start to fall. Bruce’s arms wrap around you a second later. He pulls you into his lap, and holds you close. He runs his fingers through your hair, and kisses your forehead, but he doesn’t say anything. He lets you cry; he lets you cry for those boys who never knew another mother.

     Boys who had grown up guarded and more interested in fighting crime than playing sports. You cry for Bruce, for a man who was terrified to lose another person he loved. The last thing you remember is Bruce assuring you that your family won’t end up like that.

       When you wake up the next morning you find yourself alone in bed. While that’s not particularly unusual, it is somewhat strange considering it’s a school day and you have seven children, one who is an infant who has yet to sleep through the night.

       A bit reluctantly, you get out of bed and make your way downstairs. The first thing that hits your ears is Terry’s hungry fussing. The panicked conversation is the next thing to hit your ears.

      “Dude, it is literally you in infant form, use the bond and get him to stop crying!”

     “What Bond?”

     “The bond you have with your other selves!”

     “That is literally the biggest bunch of BS I have ever heard.”

     Taking that as your cue, you move into the room. The way their eyes follow you make you a little uneasy, but you have a baby to take care of. Scooping Terry out of his high chair, you bounce him for a few minutes and the crying diminishes into a whimper. Moving around the kitchen, you prepare the formula and you wait.

     Once you have Terry drinking his bottle, you level your gaze on the somewhat stunned looking young men in your kitchen.

     “Why are you watching the baby?”

      There’s a moment of silence before a much older Dick finally says: “Your Bruce asked if we could watch him until you woke up. He said you’d had a bit of a rough night and needed the sleep.”

      “And you said yes?”

       Damian scoffs, “Obviously.”

      You level the preteen with your best mom look, and take the small amount of satisfaction that comes with him looking away first. Readjusting Terry, you ask: “Have any of you taken care of an infant before?”

       Dick is the one to answer, “Children yes, infants no.”

        You smile, “And of course Bruce wouldn’t check on that.”

        In a somewhat surprised voice, Tim asks: “He wouldn’t?”

      You shake your head and begin heading into the living room. “No, he wouldn’t. Our older boys all have experience with dealing with newborns.”

     “They do?”

     You laugh a bit before setting Terry down in his pack and play. “Seven kids remember? Not to mention he probably forgot that today is Alfred’s grocery shopping day.”

      “I’m sorry, Bruce forgot?”

        Your smile widens, and then it fades, “Things really are different where you come from. Speaking of which, where are my husband’s counterparts?”

      Grown Terry, who’s simply been watching you this whole time simply says: “In the cave, where else?”

      Nodding, you simply smile and say: “I’m going to make breakfast; do you boys want anything?”

     To be honest you don’t expect anyone to take you up on it, when Terry and Jason do you can’t help but smile.

     No one says anything as you assemble a breakfast. When you finally slide plates full of food in front of them, they give you polite thank you’s and you watch as they dig in. You nibble on your own food, and study the young men in front of you. You study the way Jason’s body language says ‘Do not approach,’ you study the way Terry is more open than any of the others. He smiles, but doesn’t make eye contact.

     More than once you find your eyes sliding between grown Terry and baby Terry.

      When all the food is gone, the boys insist on cleaning up. You try to argue, but they simply scoop the dishes away. You watch them for another minute as you scoop baby Terry up into your arms.

       And as you bounce your youngest, you realize something very important. Terry and Jason don’t know each other. Their body language is that of total alertness and waiting for the other shoe to drop, as though an attack will come out of nowhere.

     As Terry begins to fuss again, you walk out of the kitchen and up the nursery. You change his diaper and put him in a fresh onesie before sitting down in the rocking chair. It’s the same chair you’ve had since Dick was born. The thing had seen more babies than most, and it had rocked more than its fair share to sleep.

     You read to Terry as you rock him, something you’ve done with all your children. You keep your voice light and airy, and he’s asleep before you finish the book. You can’t bring yourself to put him in his crib though, and instead you snuggle him a bit closer and continue to rock him.

      The sound of the door gently opening breaks you out of your thoughts, and you smile as a grown Terry slips in through the door. He doesn’t say anything, he just sits on the floor in front of you and watches. After several moments you ask: “Is there something you need to talk about?”

        His eyes flicker to the baby and you smile, “Speak softly and you won’t wake him. He’s a fairly sound sleeper, he just doesn’t do it for long.”

         Terry just smiles, “I just want you to know, my life wasn’t like the others’.”

          You raise an eyebrow in question, but you don’t interrupt. “My dad, well who I thought was my dad, died when I was young, and that left me mad, but then I found Bruce. And well, he is my dad, my birth dad . . “

           You smile, “Don’t worry, complicated is a common theme around here.”

           Terry just smiles and relaxes a bit more, “I had my mom growing up. She isn’t you obviously, but she’s a good woman. I also had my little brother, Max. I was well loved and, after hearing everybody’s stories, apparently very lucky.”

           “That doesn’t make your pain any less you know.” He just stares at you in surprise. “Bruce and I lost our parents around the same age. His experience was much more graphic than my own, so I didn’t like to talk about it, and one day he told me that, and it was like the weight of the world lifted. Loss is loss, Terry; we all have the right to mourn. It’s what we do afterwards that matters.”

           Terry gives you a sad smile, “I promise I won’t leave him alone. I’ll stay with him ‘till the end. He’s my dad after all.”

           “And what about you?”

           When that silly little smile takes over his face you know whatever he has to say is good. Running a hand through his hair he finally says: “I have a fiancé, Dana. She knows everything, promises she can take care of herself, but sometimes I wonder . ..”

           Your response is automatic, “Trust her. Trust yourself.”

           Terry smirks, “Is that all there is to it?”

           You scoff, “Not at all. Bruce and I have a designated date night. No superheroing allowed. He usually calls in someone from the League to go out with Dick, while Jason runs the computers. If they call him in, we know it’s serious and then he goes. We also have a set of rules set up, one of which is that either of us can pull the plug on Batman if we feel it’s getting in the way of our family.”

           Terry just stares at you for a minute before asking: “You think he would really go through with it?”

           Smiling, you finally stand. You ease baby Terry into the crib before kneeling in front of his grown counterpart, “The suit doesn’t make the man Terry, and it certainly shouldn’t define him. You do good work, but you can’t save everybody. Knowing that and accepting that is the first step to realizing there is a life beyond the suit.”

           Standing up, you offer him a hand, and he takes it. Quietly you guide him out of the nursery and down the stairs. He stays near you for the rest of the day. The others flit in and out, never staying near you for too long.

           When baby Terry wakes up, his cries sound through the entire house. Before you can even stand up, the other Terry beats you to it and simply says: “It’s good practice, right?”

           You just smile and plop back down. Not five minutes later the front door slams open and you can hear your children filtering in. Smiling, you go to welcome them. You receive your customary hugs from everyone including Wally, who had tagged along, and just as you’re about to ask about their days you hear someone say Wally’s name.

           Turning, you find the eighteen-year-old version of Dick staring at the boy with a look of wonder and sadness, and you know, then and there, that you have to help these boys in some way before they go back.

Miptahiah’s Pre-Nup (TAD B2.6)

Miptahiah (480-416 BCE; also Mibtahiah or Mibtah) was a Jewish woman from the Egyptian island of Elephantine.  We have a cache of legal contracts connected to her, and they give us several glimpses of her long and eventful life.  Her father was in the military — likely at a high rank, based on his wealth and the fact that his grandson would become the colony’s leader.  Mibtah was his youngest child, and he had set aside a plot of land for her, protecting it from various legal challenges.

The documents connected to Mibtah show that she could engage in lawsuits (and win!), own land, and divorce her husband.  Her first husband was Jewish, but her second (or third?) husband was an Egyptian architect who may have later converted to Judaism.  Between her legal rights and her willingness to swear oaths by Egyptian deities, Mibtah exemplifies a very different Judaism from the rigid fundamentalism portrayed in the books of Ezra and Nehemiah, her approximate contemporaries.

This document functions as both marriage contract and pre-nuptial agreement between Mibtah and her last husband.  While the document is technically contracted between her husband and her father, it goes to great lengths to protect her economic and legal rights.  The bold section headers are my own additions.

Date and Parties

On 24 Tishri (the 6th day of the month Epeiph),
in year 16 of King Artaxerxes I [= October 14, 449 BCE],
Eshor bar Djeho, king’s architect,
said to Mahseiah, an Aramean of Syene in the Varyazata Division, as follows:

Declaration of Intent

I have come to your house to marry your daughter Miptahiah.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do something where Harry has a father/daughter moment with Lily Luna? Like maybe she gets in a fight and he gives her some fatherly advice?

A/N: On a roll!  But this is probably the end of the roll because school work etc now ha!  There’s always next weekend though.  I tried very hard to be parental in this fic but I’m not a parent so grain of salt hehe

Also available on FF and Ao3!


Harry’s hanging his cloak when Ginny’s arms wrap around him from behind and she presses a kiss to his shoulder.  “Our daughter came home with a black eye today.”

He tamps down on the shock of distress that shoots down his spine at Ginny’s laughing tone.  If she’s joking it can’t be that bad.  “All better?”

Ginny hums against his back. “Aye.  Can’t say the same for the other fellow.”

“Cage matches at the kiddie park now?” Harry asks, turning to wrap his arms around her waist and leaning back against the deep wood of the door.

If he listens closely, Albus and James’ voices trickle out of the living room, debating some show they’re watching on the telly, but it sounds like two of his children aren’t feeling violent today so he refocuses.  “Are we going to have a parent issue?  With the other kid?”

They move to the kitchen where the smell of roast chicken is strong enough to make Harry’s mouth water and Ginny smirks at him as he snatches a still warm roll from the covered basket she has waiting for dinner.  “Mum sent those over.  Knows we’ve had a busy week and those are your favorites.”

He moans in approval. “She’s getting an extra Christmas gift this year.”

Ginny laughs as she prods the green beans where they’re boiling on the stovetop.  “To answer your question, no problem with the parents. Since their kid punched too they decided to be reasonable people and we all just left.”

“She gets this from your family.”

“Do you really want to go there, Potter?” Ginny drawls, sharpening the carving knife and putting it far from the reach of grabby hands.

“Touché,” Harry answers with a smirk that turns to a frown when Ginny slaps his hand away from the rolls. “Do we know what started the row?”

Pausing as she pulls the dishes from the cabinets, Ginny shrugs.  “She was pretty tight lipped on the way home.  Wanted to leave her for a bit.  I did say no dessert though.”

Harry kisses her cheek as he passes, moving toward the stairs.  “I’ll be back in time for dinner.”

Waving her understanding, Ginny calls out, “Twenty minutes!  And no shoes in the bedrooms!”

Boots abandoned in the entryway, Harry jogs up the stairs, laughing faces following him from behind picture frames as he goes.  He pulls a face at the miniature George that sticks his tongue out but schools his features once he reaches Lily’s door.  It’s remarkably bare, save the Harpies lanyard that dangles from the knob.

With two short knocks, Harry announces his entry and peeks through the partially opened door. “Anybody in there?”

Lily’s curled up on her side, back to him, but he can tell from her breathing pattern she’s still awake. It’s one of those weird parent things he never really believed would happen to him, but he’s somehow memorized each of his children’s breathing patterns – he knows how they breath when they’re awake, asleep, sick, angry. And that’s what his youngest is right now.  Angry.

“Can I come in Sprite?”

She twists around and nods ever so slightly, ears red like her uncle’s. 

Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Harry enters the room and settles on the bed behind her, fingers carding through her trademark Weasley red hair.  “Alright?”

An answer comes in the form of a jerky shoulder shrug, but he presses on nonetheless.  “Heard you had an exciting day at the park.”

“She was makin’ fun of Al.”

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fic; the rain peasants

standalone; pg-13; fluff; msr ust; missing scene/one bed for the rain king; Mulder and Scully discuss what it’d be like to control the weather.

A/N: My one bed fic! I Can’t Believe It’s Not PWP


“Do you mind the T.V.? I can turn it off.”

“No, I don’t mind. Just keep the volume low, please.”

“You got it.”

Whatever is playing, it’s benign, popular and impersonal – funny, aluminum isn’t his style. Maybe it’s for her benefit? Can’t really share a bed with your coworker and take the edge off with pornography, can you. But maybe Mulder likes sit-coms. Maybe he needs to be told when to laugh. His sense of humor is… growing on her. After six years. But who doesn’t need a little help now and then? Oh, christ. That’s pathetic. He huffs out a laugh beside her, perfectly in time with the tin-can-track, and she knows that at least she isn’t alone. 

“Mulder?” she asks quietly. He goes completely still, and it’s obvious why – there you go again, Scully, getting me alone in cramped quarters and asking me obscenely difficult questions. She does like catching him off guard. There’s something in the way he looks at her when she goes a little nuts – like an x-file, like a mind-melting, course-of-history-changing x-file, and there is something in being that adored. And feared. She enjoys the fear just as much.

However, this is different. This case bothers her, and it ain’t got nothing to do with hicks or being confused for Mulder’s little wife.

“What’s up, Mrs. Mulder?” Tight and nervous. Scully smiles into her pillow. He’s so rarely nervous.

“I’ve been thinking about the case.” 

“It’s about time you took your work seriously.”

“Shut up, Mulder.” She gives him a moment to stop the next asinine comment before it arrives and he manages, just barely. “Let’s say, for the sake of conversation, it is possible for one man to dictate the state of the atmosphere in his little corner of the world.” 

“Okay, Scully. I’ll say that.”

“What if it were you?” she asks. There’s no missing the sincerity in her voice. Mulder may deflect – maybe he’ll make a joke, make some kind of pass, make some kind of obscure reference to a man who really did control the weather, hundreds of years ago, a man who swapped rain for mead and sleet for wool – but it won’t be without guilt. She’s okay with letting him make that choice. “What would the weather be like if your emotions were controlling it?”

A beat passes: he’s considering. The bed sharing makes it more dangerous, but regardless of his response they will wake up spooning in the morning. That’s the way it always happens, and he always freaks out more than her. Had he offered to take the floor this time, though? No. Every other time, yes. But not tonight. 

“Right now?” he asks lowly. “Right now, or in general?”

He’s taking her seriously. It smarts that she’s so pleased. 

“Right now, first,” she decides. She needs to know how much he’s willing to share before she goes all in. 

“Right now… it’d be raining pizza,” he snickers to himself, and Scully loses a sliver of confidence in the both of them. 

“Well,” she replies easily, masking the hurt with her own brand of indifference. “I told you to eat before we got back to the court.” 

“We’ve evolved to stay up past eight p.m., Scully. Nocturnal, diurnal, it all means nothing in our little corner of the world. You forget people live like this.” Silence. “Scully?” She doesn’t reply. 

She’s putting all of her effort into finding some semblance of sleep – you purposefully withheld information from me about this case and now I’m going to have to defend it’s necessity to Kersh without mentioning you actually fucking believe people can make it rain with their mind – when his hand covers her shoulder, a cautious, piddling touch. They really are different in bed. He snatches it back like he’s been burned, but then he replaces it with purpose. 

“I’ll tell you both, Scully.” He tugs on her shoulder when she doesn’t respond. “Roll over. C’mon, Scully.” 

She’s pissed that he’s now somehow made this all seem like his idea, like he’s the one taking the leaps. She rolls over just to glare at him and his face melts into a soft smile at her withering look. 

“I sure am glad you’re not in control of the weather right now.” He pets her nose and lets his body relax in a position mirroring hers, while she fights the urge to bite him. They’re both slightly uncomfortable with the situation, noticeably so, and their hunched backs make them look like parentheses. 

“I’m not sure the cattle industry could take such a devastating financial hit,” she says caustically. His smile widens. It’s sleepy in the light of the television, and easy. Another rare version of Mulder. Sleepy and easy are never words she’d typically use to describe him. 

“Go on, then.” 

“Well, I wasn’t exactly lying about the pizza. I’m starving. I have tears in my eyes.”

“I have some granola bars,” she offers kindly. A shadow falls over his face. 

“The ones with the flax seeds? God, no.” Relaxing again, his voice turns contemplative, both dreamy and a little dismal.  “But in general? I can’t really tell you, Scully. I’d assume it’d be very much like the rest of me.”


“You could say that,” he says dryly, looking away from her. A moment of silence, then: “Sometimes I could probably upend whole towns.”

I don’t think you have it in you, Scully thinks. Her face remains impassive when he grows theatrical, too loud and too convinced of his own hilarity in the middle of the night. 

“I could lift roads from the ground, Scully. Municipal buildings would crumble – I’d have to work up to the state legislature. There would be ice, there would be rain …” he pauses. “Maybe not fire.”

Gently, “Because of your fear?”

“No, not that.” He shakes his head. “I’m just not very good at rebuilding from scratch.” Perhaps that was too personal, because he flippantly amends: “But who among us is? I don’t think we’re made for it.”

People create life every day – they have babies, build houses, tear down governments, hoist them back up. It’s a never-ending cycle of starting anew; controlled burns are a way of life. But Scully recognizes that might be too literal an answer to what he’s suggesting.

He shoots a look at her, but she’s shifted on her back to stare at the television. The middle-aged white male lead is drinking a beer.

“But who knows how long that would last? Years, maybe minutes.” He turns and watches with her. A woman yells at her husband. Ha!Ha!Ha!

He continues while watching. “I guess that’s the frightening part. Most of us can just feel without inserting too much meaning into it all. But Holman Hardt spends each day in a hellish atmospheric vacuum of his own creation, cowering under the force of his own fragile emotional state.” 

“While other people are suffering,” Scully adds. “And he can’t do a thing to stop it.” 

Mulder lets out an amused rush of air. “We should become motivational life coaches. I’m feeling the power.” 

“You aren’t like that all the time,” Scully says, a little fiercely. He’s okay sometimes. He doesn’t hurt all the time. “You’re not always so… tumultuous. You’re fine right now.” 

They both turn to look at each other. “No,” he says. “I’m not like that all the time.” 

She’s quiet. He prods, “Okay, Scully, spill. What about you?”

“Right now, or in general?”

He repeats her words back to her. “Right now, first.” 

“I’m not sure my answers would be all that different,” she admits. This is what scares her. It’s not possible for one man to control the weather – and how very lucky they are that this is so – but if it were her… “Right now, or in general.” 

What little impact she’d have on the world. The realization depresses the hell out of her. What Mulder described: heart shaped ice cubes? Rose petals? Cows catapulting through court windows? Men cannot control the weather – human bodies cannot even withstand certain atmospheric pressures, let alone bend them to their will – but… where’s her creativity? When did she start feeling this way: not at all?

“That… does not seem right,” Mulder says. He’s itching to prove her wrong already.

“There have been some–” Scully pauses to choose her words carefully. “Difficult. There have been some difficult moments in the last few years of my life.” Mulder snorts derisively, more at himself than at her. “In all of the years of my life, Mulder, just like anyone else.” 

She wonders what he imagines her like, dictating the weather with her moods. There are probably more cows. What kind of storm encapsulates the strength of her eye rolling? Damn, is it easy to make herself annoyed with Mulder when she tries. How could you think of me like that?

“What would it be like?” he asks softly, eyeing her with genuine interest. She’s almost embarrassed to tell him. In the face of Fox Mulder’s lifelong battle against emotional terrorism, she feels positively virginal. She stares at his nose pressed into his inner elbow. 

“It would be pleasant,” she says to it. She doesn’t feel the need for elaboration, but his lips twitch. 

“You always this good at small talk? How about this weather we’re having.” His joke is teasingly sweet. It’s different from before, somehow. 

“It’d be pleasant because I don’t think I could let it be anything else.” 

They’re quiet for a bit. Neither of them know what the weather’s like outside. It’s chilly in their room, in the way all motel rooms are chilly. 

“If anyone had the ability to control the weather, Scully,” he says to the television, “and I mean really, really control it, so that humanity would be better off for having it… it’d be you.”

In the bed in the dark in the light of the T.V. in the hick town where everyone sleeps at eight p.m. where it hasn’t rained in forever where no one has luck in love, Mulder moves a little closer to her. So that their shoulders touch, so that their backs are ramrod straight, so that Scully’s assertion at not being nervous about this becomes a bold-faced lie. 

anonymous asked:

does historia know about ymir's true feelings? she seems like she's oblivious to them

Friend, Historia’s best determination of her own feelings is, “I don’t know how to explain it…”

Her response to Ymir’s dramatic deathbed confession, dubbed a love letter by the crafter, is, “How am I supposed to understand like this…?”

Historia is the worst at romance.

Except not really, because that wouldn’t be giving Ymir’s failures enough credit. Ymir lets Kristoria get away with believing that Ymir doesn’t care for her because correcting her would involve way too much emotional vulnerability. Any direct reference to her feelings is carefully constructed so that if you have zero self-esteem and sense about relationships, it could be misconstrued as a joke.

They’ve created this mutually hopeless style of communication where one has the freedom to be completely honest with no emotional risk because the other, quite literally, will not get the point even if it is hand-delivered in writing.

Connie, he of the most insults directed at his intelligence, has to explain to Historia that maybe, just maybe, Ymir doesn’t have a huge interest in sacrificing her to save her own skin.

It’s incredible, but the person who has three years of life devoted to inspiring specific emotional responses in others (and besides succeeding, goes on to uses those skills to take the throne without causing a fuss) does not understand emotions when they fall around her personal experiences.

Historia grows up internalizing the concept that she’s wholly unloved (part of why Frieda makes such a splash when she remembers her). So she can look at some of Ymir’s actions and immediately understand that Ymir is fighting for her and their comrades, and know that she and Ymir know each other better than anyone else, and believe that living for themselves involves the two of them living together–

–all while letting the plainly obvious truth completely pass her by.

They are both terrible at this.

My thanks forever for another chance to discuss it.

The Ultimate Mistake

REQUESTED – “Could you please write a imagine where y/n and justin are fighting and justin slaps her in the heat of the moment and you can continue from there”

He promised her tonight would be different. No distractions, no interruptions, just her and him, celebrating the conclusion of another successful tour. She knew she was stupid to believe him, to believe that this time would be any different than all the other times he promised “alone time”, and yet here she was, sitting on the same black leather barstool for the last three hours, alone in a crowded nightclub, with her fourth, lime green, ‘Midori Sour’ in between her ring covered fingers. Her eyes hatefully were fixed on the picture perfect couple before her, sensually dancing to a familiar pop song she couldn’t quite put her finger on; he had his large tattooed arms wrapped around her small, petite body, his lips nibbling at the tanned skin along her neck, and all Y/N could think about while she sipped on her strong alcoholic drink, was how hours before, his lips had been doing that to her, in more intimate places.

“He’s an asshole,” The bartender, Ryan- his name tag read, says as he places another full drink in front of the girl who had captured his attention since she walked through the nightclub doors. He had seen her come in with the others, clinging to the arm of a perky lime green haired girl, he recognized as Kylie Jenner, the two dancing and giggling as they weaved their way through the crowd to the VIP section. Justin and Selena had followed closely behind them, Justin’s eyes seeming to never leave the back of Y/N in the deliciously skin tight, black, lace-up, body-con dress that stuck to her like it was meant to be there. “Gomez, man, she’s not even that pretty.” Ryan continues, a stunning grin taking over his lips as he leans against the bar, his eyes meeting Y/N’s slightly glossy bright blue eyes. His comment, although sweet, was untruthful, and neither of them were naïve enough to deny that: Selena Gomez was stunning, as she always had been, and thanks to her recent break up with Abel a.k.a the ‘Weeknd’, her bright red revenge dress was easy to pull attention.

“Oh, so you’re a bartender and a comedian, cute.” Y/N retorts, laughing slightly at his useless comment to make her feel better as she downs the rest of the drink in her hands and starts on the next one he placed before her. She had to admit Ryan was cute, with his perfectly styled bleach blonde hair and his strong jawline she noticed tightened when he was interested in something, but she had a blonde of her own, even if he was being a cotton headed bitch ass, and no one has ever had her heart like he did.

“I thought Jelena was done anyways.” Ryan said, continuing to clean the crystal clear wine glass in his hand, hanging it up on the rack, his eyes never leaving hers. Y/N rolls her eyes at the immature ship name, focusing on a strand of her perfectly curled blonde hair that she twists and untwists around her perfectly manicured pointer finger.

“They are.” She replies back almost instantly. “They were.” Y/N corrects, glancing over her shoulder once again to see Justin whispering something in Selena’s pierced ear and watching the girl in his arms laugh as if it’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard.

Ryan watches as Y/N’s body cringes in response to the intimate gesture of the couple in front of her, no matter how hard she tries, it’s clear that the way the two hold each other bothers who, and he can only imagine the empty promises he had spoken to the girl Ryan would kill to make smile again. When Y/N’s eyes travel back to his, a lifeless smile pulls on her red lips as she takes another sip of her drink, tapping the home button on her iPhone 7 to check the time. He catches a selfie of her and Justin as her home screen before the screen goes black again. “Why don’t you go cut in? Show her why he’s been with you all this time.” Ryan says, although the statement pains him, knowing it would hurt to see her dancing with another guy when he wanted it so badly to be him.

Y/N laughs in response. He had no idea who Justin was, or who she was, for that matter. The relationship between the two of them was almost impossible for anyone but themselves to understand, and honestly, she liked it that way. “You don’t get it,” she spits without thinking about what she’s saying. “Justin’s not “with” anyone. Just because he’s fucking me doesn’t mean he wants anything more from me.” Ryan flinches at her blunt words, wishing he could take the pain away from this wonderful stranger that just walked into his life. He knew guys like Justin all too well, hell, he had been one himself, and knowing that only made him hate Justin more. The two sat in a comfortable silence, Y/N drowning her sorrows in alcohol, Ryan thinking of ways to not go over and punch Bieber in the face, and as he dropped his dish towel onto the counter before him, signaling for one of his employees to take over his spot, he pulls the glass from Y/N’s hands. “Hey!”

“Dance with me,” Ryan states, pushing a blonde strand of her hair from her eyes. From the corner of his eye, Ryan can see Justin’s attention perking up, his eyes following Ryan’s hand as it falls slowly down Y/N’s bare arm.

“Dance with you? Don’t you have work to do?” Y/N says, although dancing with Ryan seems more appealing then she lets on. Ryan chuckles, shaking his head as he runs a hand through his hair and jumps up on the counter, sliding over to the other side and landing on his feet just a few inches to Y/N’s right.

“I guess that’s the perks of owning the bar.” Ryan shrugs grabbing Y/N’s hand and pulling her to the dance floor. In that moment, laughter escaping from her lips, Y/N is happy for the first time tonight and she willingly allows Ryan to pull her to the dance floor, positioning them in the middle of the sweating and grinding bodies around them. Ryan steps behind Y/N’ pulling her body to his, and it takes her only a second to fall into the beat of ‘One Dance’  by ‘Drake’, her hips swaying perfectly against his. Y/N smiles, enjoying the feeling of being wanted by someone as Ryan’s hands roam her body, but the feeling last for only a moment before her arm is being pinched by a strong muscular hand and she is roughly pulled away from Ryan’s warm inviting body.

Justin, from across the dance floor, grew furious on the spot, pushing Selena’s arms off his body and ignoring her protests as he pushes through the crowded nightclub, his eyes fixed on Y/N and the arms of another man intimately around her. He knew he had been a jerk, ignoring her all night for Selena after he promised tonight would be different, but he had gotten so caught up in his feelings for her, he had forgotten the girl that had fought so hard to fix him for the last six months. “Justin, stop!” Y/N calls, as he drags her through the dance floor, his eyes glued to the back entrance that he knew led to an alleyway as Y/N clawed at his fingers digging into her arm. “Justin!” she cries again as they finally reach the door, rage lining his vision. His heart was racing, his palm sweating, how dare she just fall into the arms of another man when one night doesn’t go her way. “Justin stop, your hurting me.” Y/N says, causing Justin to hault in his steps and turn to face Y/N, her blue eyes shimmering with tears. Carefully he releases her arm watching as Y/N takes a deep breath and pushes past him, exiting through the door and not once looking back to see if he had followed.

“What the fuck was that?” Justin growls once the two of them are outside the nightclub, the loud music faint in the distance as Y/N rests her back against the brick building, rolling her eyes at Justin’s anger. “Are you sleeping with that asshole?” Justin asks, hating but ignoring the jealous side of him that began to rear its head. Y/N’s jaw drops in shock at his words. She knew that Justin was jealous, he always had been, but his words hurt to know that he thought she could just easily sleep with whoever sparked an interest in her.

“Of course not, Justin. How can you even say that? The only asshole I’m sleeping with here is fucking you!” Y/N yells, unable to control the pent up anger she’s felt all night long. “You promised tonight would be different, you promised she wouldn’t be here, you promise and you lied. I should have known I couldn’t trust you, how could I even think I would be a thought in your mind when your head is shoved so far up Selena’s ass that you can’t even think for yourself!” Before he or she knew it, Justin’s hand collided with Y/N’s cheek. He wanted to blame the alcohol, or the fact that he knew deep down Y/N danced with that other guy to make him upset, but he couldn’t deny that it had been his fault. He had made the ultimate mistake and there was no going back.

Y/N stumbled back, her left hand clutching her cheek as she looked into Justin’s eyes, tears immediately starting to fall. She had never seen him like this before, eyes black, the emotion on his face one she couldn’t recognize, and as he saw the tears fall down her cheeks, streaking her mascara she had worked so hard to perfect, his heart fell into his stomach. Justin reached out for her, wanting to do nothing but apologize for what he had done. “Baby, I’m so sor-”

“No.” Y/N said, shaking her head as Justin continued to reach for her. “No!” she screamed, so loud she thought she might strain a vocal cord. “Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare fucking touch me.” She cried, backing up away from him as quickly as she could. “You will never get to do this to me again, you will never hit me again.” She mumbled, but couldn’t decide if it was to him or herself. Tears began to fall from his own eyes as Y/N turned her back on him and began jogging down the alley way, her hair flying out behind her, and the worst part? He stood and watched her go, not taking a single step to stop her.

- I hope you guys like this imagine!! Please let me know your thoughts, leave me any comments, and request request request, love you all so much!



I absolutely love how this bit of the conversation plays out too, though. The panel zooms all the way out for Kurogane’s questions, because that’s as close as we’re going to get. WE don’t get to see the concern on Kurogane’s face when he asks about Tomoyo’s well-being, because those don’t belong to us yet. Those are still private things for Kurogane, and only these specific circumstances are letting him properly voice them. 

And the way Piffle Tomoyo chooses to reply isn’t with any guarantees of her safety, because it was a year ago, and Kurogane would see through any empty assurances in a heartbeat. Tomoyo knows what this moment means, so she’s completely and utterly honest in a way that still stays true to what he wants to hear: she looked happy - or more specifically, she enjoyed herself the most when she was talking about him. AND KUROGANE EXPECTS THAT SHE WAS TROLLING HIM BECAUSE HE KNOWS HER VERY WELL, but that wasn’t the case, and instead he gets a compliment he was never expecting. 

Tomoyo sent him away on this journey very abruptly without giving him any chance to adjust to the reasons WHY she was sending him away. But here Kurogane gets the message that she wasn’t just banishing him outright or doing it out of spite, but because she truly believes in him and thinks he will grow into a truer and stronger version of himself. 

Which is what he always wanted in his own misguided way. He wanted strength, which he equated with murder at the time. But now Tomoyo has not only given him the path to true strength, but she honestly believes that he can achieve it the proper way, and that was a vote of confidence he might not have been expecting. 



On top of HIS Tomoyo’s care and belief and her gift of putting him in the position to achieve what he always wanted (but had fallen out of sync with), Piffle Tomoyo goes back and addresses her original question. Kurogane’s wound. 

And this time Kurogane doesn’t deflect or resist. He accepts Tomoyo’s gentle comfort. 

That in itself is a huge step, but it’s a metaphor in itself. The entire thing is a mirror.

Piffle Tomoyo hurt Kurogane physically - but she’s taking responsibility, providing him the comfort that only she can, and encouraging him to heal.

Kurogane’s Tomoyo did the same thing, but on a much larger scale. She hurt him emotionally - which, because this is Kurogane, is a very hard thing to gauge in the first place (and this in itseld is reflected through his refusal to take off the glove or admit that he was hurt). 

(But we know it does.) 

And through Piffle Tomoyo’s words, his Tomoyo is reaching back out to him. She’s accepting responsibility for what she did by sending him away, but she’s providing the kind of comfort that could ONLY come from her. 

More than all of that, she wants him to heal. 

And at the core of it all, that’s what Kurogane’s journey has been about right from the very start.

And now he might actually begin to do it. 

anonymous asked:

I netflixed the shit out of arrow season 1-4. I really don't see how laurel and oliver were ever friends. I can see tommy and Oliver being life long friends but I don't see how laurel fit in their dynamic. I could just imagine Tommy covering for Oliver whenever he cheated. It's hard to believe laurel was anything more than just a hanger on. I didn't understand the three musketeers vibe the writers were trying to peddle with 4:19, when they were being nostalgic. What's ur take on that dynamic?

Okay, if you’re familiar with my writing you know I psychoanalyze the crap out of my characters. I was just talking with some friends of mine tonight about my ‘writing style’ and how I  get inside the heads of the characters and base their reactions to any given situation based on their actions in canon.

Like my husband always says, ‘A person can say anything but their actions don’t lie.’

In order to understand how these three characters connect you have to examine who each of the characters are starting with Tommy since he’s the bridge between the two.

Tommy has two major issues: An inferiority complex and abandonment issues. He lost his mother, his father abandoned him for two years, and then came home completely changed and treated him like a waste of space by constantly criticizing him and telling him he wished he wasn’t his son. This is canon.

Tommy latched onto Oliver and the Queen family because they were his only support system. He gratefully accepted the role of second banana to Oliver because A) he never felt good enough to ask for more and B) Oliver was his only constant and the first person to tell him that he’d always be there for him and mean it. It’s why he ran all the way to Hong Kong based on an unsent email and never lost hope he was alive. It’s also why when Oliver came back he immediately offered to back away from his relationship with Laurel (such as it was) because, in his mind, she was Ollie’s girl and he was the interloper.

Unfortunately for poor Tommy, that was true. 

Remember that in canon Tommy said he and Laurel were only booty buddies before Ollie’s resurrection. They’d only hooked up three times before then, quote: ‘Her place, my place, my place again.’

Tommy pursued Laurel because she was the last tie he had to Oliver but he knew what he felt for her wasn’t what she felt for him. He also knew that the reason Laurel hooked up with him in the first place was because he reminded her of Ollie and that she would always go back to Ollie no matter what. He even said to Oliver that even if Laurel found out he was the Hood, despite the fact that he had killed people, she’d immediately choose him every time.

Again, he was right; Laurel, all throughout her relationship with Tommy, would run to Oliver or the Hood every chance she got. The fact that she refused to have a relationship with Tommy until AFTER Oliver returned is telling as well. Laurel only got serious with Tommy to show Oliver she was over him then she stayed with him in order to make Oliver jealous. Tommy knew that but he stayed because he was convinced that eventually Laurel would see how much he loved her and how hard he was working to gain her trust and respect. That’s what really soured his relationship with Oliver, the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he would always be everyone’s second choice.

Still, Tommy’s greatest strength has always been that he’s a good friend and highly loyal. No matter how badly both Oliver and Laurel betrayed him–and they constantly betrayed him long before the sex up against the wall thing by carrying on an emotional affair behind his back–he stood by them. He protected Oliver and helped him even when he disapproved of what he was doing and he rushed onto a burning building to save Laurel even though she made it very clear through her words and actions that she never really loved him.

She confirms that in episode 1 of season 2 when she refers to him as her ‘friend’ then makes excuses about the fact that she didn’t cheat on him, not really, even though it kind of felt like she did, then reassures herself of that by saying that Tommy ‘would’ve wanted us to be together’ even though that’s the furthest thing from the truth. 

Oliver’s biggest problem is that he’s emotionally immature and lacks the chip in his brain that recognizes that actions have consequences. Even now he sees himself as the center of the universe and everyone around him are there merely to serve a purpose within his narrative. 

I get that it’s his show but, if this were real life, then that would be a pretty shitty thing to do.

Everyone uses Oliver’s 5 years away as an excuse for his actions but he had 22 years of life BEFORE the island and now 5 years after and a lot has changed but a lot hasn’t changed as well.

Oliver was always his mama’s ‘beautiful boy’ and he said to his mother in canon that her parenting style has always to let her children do anything they want and then to step in to sweep the consequences of their actions under the rug. Moira protects her children but she likes keeping them dependent on her as well. She offered them no structure, no discipline, and she withheld affection as a punishment before swooping in to save the day and basking in her ‘heroic motherhood’. In a way Moira has this sort of Munchhausen’s by proxy where she ensures her children have no sense of consequences so she can always remain the center of their universe.

It’s why we see a grown ass 20 year old Oliver curled up in his mommy’s lap and whimpering to her about knocking some girl up. Subconsciously Oliver  knew she’d make it go away, that’s why when Samantha told him she paid her off, Oliver began to object then immediately let it go with a guilty look on his face. After all, he practically told his mother to do it so how could he be angry with her for it?

Because of this, Oliver was raised with this idea that he should hand over his autonomy to his mother and let her fix everything and that nothing has consequences for him.

Notice that he treated Laurel the same way he treated his mother right down to the way he would curl up in her lap like a little boy.

Everyone saw this gif and cooed, I didn’t because I saw it for what it was:

 Ollie and mommy

Originally posted by oneofakindxx

Oliver knows he screwed up, he knows he’s about to get into trouble, so he cuddles like a little boy looking for comfort. This would be endearing except for the fact that we see him do this same thing with Laurel right after he finds out he got Samantha pregnant and knows he has to tell her soon and then he does it again when he confesses to Moira.

Basically Oliver is stunted emotionally. He knows he loves Tommy but he has no problem with telling his best friend to get the girl then sleeping with her because he wants the girl for himself. He doesn’t even stop to consider the consequences of his actions, he doesn’t care that he hurt Tommy until after the fact. 

As for Laurel, she’s a classic type A personality with a superiority complex. 

I want to emphasize that, as much as we may dislike her, Laurel is not the bad guy. Another friend of mine shared her headcanon about Laurel one day. She asked, ‘How did a girl from a working class family grow up with the sons of billionaires?’ The answer is that her mom was a teacher and, chances are, she taught at the school Oliver and Tommy went to. Lots of private schools allow the children of the teaching staff attend for free or at a discount so Laurel was probably enrolled at the same private academy. That said, she was still the teacher’s kid and she’s going to school with people who spend more on shoes than what both her parents earn in a year combined. Not only that but she has a little sister who is an admitted fuck up and two parents who are always working or going to school at night so she’s given the responsibility of taking care of her sister. Whenever Sara screws up, she catches the blame because she’s ‘the responsible one’.

Laurel busts her ass to be accepted by the kids she goes to school with; most teenage girls would. She gets straight A’s, she’s active in all the clubs, and she’s popular, but she can never be good enough. What’s worse is that Sara seems to have everything handed to her. Sara gets great grades without trying, she screws up and her parents bail her out or yell at Laurel for not watching her better, and she makes friends easily because she has this kind of laid back personality people respond to. Sara is fearless and people love her for that while Laurel resents the hell out of her for it. When she finds out that Sara is planning on hooking up with Oliver at a party, that’s the final straw for her.

Oliver is the most popular guy at school and her sister is going to wind up dating him on top of everything else so she tells on her, gets her grounded, then marches into that party with the intentions of snagging Oliver for herself.

Again this is at least partially canon.

Sara tells Oliver that Laurel hooked up with him that night because she knew they were planning on meeting up. She wanted to ‘steal’ Oliver from Sara because she resented Sara and felt like she deserved him, like he was a trophy. She justified her actions by saying that Sara was too young for Oliver or that she had a crush on him first but, really, Laurel never wanted Oliver so much as she wanted credit for getting Oliver. 

Throughout their relationship, Laurel constantly pushed Oliver into doing what she wanted. She had a plan and she expected Oliver to eventually fall in line. She couldn’t deviate from her plan which is why, no matter how many times Oliver cheated on her, she always took him back. 

Despite the fact that her father called her a gold digger, that’s not what Laurel is; she’s more like a social climber. Laurel is a goal oriented person; she knows what she wants and she won’t stop until she gets it. She also has that same blindness to consequences and collateral damage Oliver has and cannot accept failure. When she fails or is wrong she lashes out and deflects blame onto others or rewrites history in her mind. 

She stole Oliver from Sara but she rewrites history to say that Sara was a boyfriend stealer first even though she’s the one who spread that rumor around the school in the first place (again, that’s canon).

She says Oliver is the love of her life even though she caught him with more than a dozen of her ‘friends’ even before finding out about Sara and Samantha. (canon)

She runs into CNRI for files even though she’s warned not to go inside the building leading to Tommy’s death but she blames the Hood for not getting there in time to save him. She completely disavows any responsibility in the events leading up to his death. (canon)

She also disavows any serious relationship existed between them by rewriting history and painting them as ‘friends’, not ‘lovers’, and tells Oliver that Tommy would want them to be together. She even stages a romantic scene mere days after his funeral where she’s all smiles while looking over his pictures then launches into a discussion about moving in together and getting married as if the last six years never happened. (canon times infinity)

How these three people connect is simple:

Oliver is with Laurel because she offers him structure and she reminds him of his mother. Tommy fits in because he just wants a family and he wants to have a place where he is loved by the people he loves. Laurel wants to save the world and be the hero. She wants everyone to look at her and admire her and she knows she can do so many good things if she’s Mrs. Oliver Queen. She convinces herself that she loves Oliver because she has to love Oliver otherwise it would make her look like a bad person and Laurel is a very good person. Laurel is a hero in her own mind and anything else is unacceptable.

To put it simply, these are three very damaged people locked in a toxic relationship where they enable each other and feed on one another’s worst traits. If anyone comes out smelling like a rose it’s Tommy but he isn’t perfect either. He doesn’t understand that the reason Laurel can never love him isn’t because she loves Oliver more, but because he allows her to treat him like a tool and doesn’t have enough self-respect to demand more. 

Now, what should’ve happened was Tommy should’ve gotten therapy and met Felicity and never hooked up with Laurel in the first place that way when Oliver returned he’d be married to her and she would’ve turned him into a grown up.

Laurel should’ve dumped Oliver the first time he cheated on her and demanded the respect she was due. At the very least she should’ve taken that job in San Francisco and gotten the hell away from Starling. Maybe she would’ve met someone like Ray Palmer, someone who was successful and a bit oblivious who she could shape into the person she needed him to be but who could also stand up to her when necessary.

Oliver should’ve grown the fuck up a long time ago. When he knocked Samantha up, his mother should’ve gone to Robert, they should’ve sat Oliver and Samantha down, and Oliver should’ve been made to take responsibility then and there. If Oliver had been allowed to become a father then he would’ve buckled down and his entire life would’ve changed. I doubt he and Samantha would’ve been a couple but they would be co-parents. Oliver would begin working at QC part time and gone to school at Starling U. He would’ve matured and become more independent because he wouldn’t have had a choice. If Laurel was smart, that would’ve been the final straw and she would’ve left him to pursue her own life because sisters are doing it for themselves.

There wouldn’t have been an island either because Oliver wouldn’t want to be away from his kid for three months. It takes a minimum of a month to sail to China so they would’ve flown instead. He would’ve gone to the meeting then come straight home. 

The whole thing is a tragedy when you think about it. None of these characters are completely blameless and no one is the bad guy. The only bad guy, IMHO, is the writers who decided to tell us what a strong, smart, and noble character Laurel was without allowing us to see that.  She came off much worse than they intended her to because, in the end, these were male writers who thought a strong female was the same as a bitch. They thought that ambition was the same as being a social climber, and they failed to realize that no strong woman would put up with all the shit Laurel put up with.

The way most women viewed it was that he cheated and she took him back once. That’s fine, that’s understandable. He cheats again and she drops his ass because fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, shame on you. The fact that Laurel took him back after he cheated on her more than a dozen times then slept with him after he ran off with her sister?

Yeah, no. That’s the point where the vast majority of your female audience turns on her and asks why the fuck she’s with this guy if she isn’t after the name and the money?

I honestly doubt that Oliver would’ve ever married her if the island ever happened. He never wanted that, he was just too chicken to say it. After Tommy died, the minute she started in on that crap again and began waxing poetic about becoming Mr and Mrs Queen and saving the people of Starling City together he tuned out and split for Lian Yu because he would rather go back to hell then live in that particular section of heaven.

Hope that answers your question. :)  

RFA+Saeran & V Drunk

A special thanks to @actualobsessivetrash for helping me come up with the idea. :) 


  • Everything in drinking is a first for him 
  • Likes sweeter drinks but tries to keep up with the other members
  • When he get’s drunk he’s super bubbly and excited
  • Has more confidence to talk to girls and thinks he’s super smooth
  • Gets hit on by both guys and girls who try to take him home
  • Passes out in the car or as soon as he gets home


  • Waaaaayyyy too into himself
  • Looks into a mirror and starts hitting on his reflection 
  • “Do you have a name or can I call you ‘mine’?” *winks*
  • Challenges Jumin in any competition   
  • Thinks he’s invincible and will hug Elizabeth the Third
  • It doesn’t end well…


  • Can drink with the best of them 
  • Is even more honest than usual 
  • “And you know what? Fuck cat fur and your couch!” *drops invisible mic in front of Jumin* 
  • Will not remember putting money in the waist band of Zen’s pants
  • Tries to explain logically why she isn’t drunk when she definitely is 


  • Wine keeps him calm 
  • But break out the harder stuff and he’s a new man
  • Has a tendency to strip
  • “Jumin put your pants back on!” 
  • Drunk Jumin takes the most gorgeous selfies
  • At some point him and Zen are trying to decide who would be a better stripper and get on top of the bar


  • This motherfucker right here is always up to no good
  • His only goal is to get everybody else drunk
  • So spiking some punch is up his alley
  • Is notorious for trying to kiss anyone, “The Kissing Bandit” 
  • Also joins Zen and Jumin’s competitions (usually pulls Yoosung, Jaehee, and Saeran in too)
  • Laughs uncontrollably until he falls over 


  • Suddenly becomes super smooth 
  • Has a flock of people surround him to try and take him home
  • Very laid back
  • Will deny he is drunk at every turn though and is still sassy
  • However, every bar/club he goes to a fight breaks out? But he’s never around when security shows?
  • Psh, weird, am I right? 


  • Announces when he is drunk 
  • Will stop drinking when he realizes he is drunk 
  • Will remember EVERYTHING
  • Is still the most responsible person and tries to make sure everyone is ok at all times
  • “Yoosung, this isn’t a track field stop running around!” 
  • “Zen, that nice girl was not hitting on your reflection she was hitting on you.” 
  • “Jaehee, licking your elbow is impressive but doesn’t prove you’re not drunk.” 
  • “Jumin?! Why are there dollar bills in your underwear?!”
  • “Saeyoung stop pretending like you see a mistle toe it is JULY.” 
  • *holding back Saeran* “He apologized for bumping into you! It was an accident!” *looks at the other guy* “Run! I can’t hold him back for long!” 

~the next morning~

  • V wakes up passed out on the couch shirtless while everyone else is already awake and eating. 
  • “Well good morning sleepy head,” Saeyoung greets. 
  • “You really lost control last night,” Yoosung comments. 
  • Saeran nodded. “I didn’t think you had it in you to try and punch that guy who bumped into you.” 
  • “Passed out on the couch like an animal,” Jaehee added. 
  • “Why do I suddenly feel insulted by that statement?” Jumin thought aloud.
  • Zen sipped some coffee, “Could you please put some clothes on V.” 
  • V just pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate all of you, so much.” 

anonymous asked:

hi! welcome to tumblr! could you write some parenting headcanons for kakashi, hidan, and sasuke plz? thank you!

Kakashi Hatake:

  • I totally imagine him having a daughter, she would have his silver hair but the mother’s eyes. Sadly, the eyes is all his daughter would inherit from you. She would take after Kakashi in a lot of ways, especially in skill, speed, and intelligence. 
  • During the baby years, Kakashi is what I like to call a “close call” dad. By that I mean if your baby is about to fall off the bed or the couch Kakashi will literally save it by the LAST SECOND. You know those “Dad Saves the Day” videos? That is literally Kakashi in a nut shell. 
  • When his little girl starts to walk he summons his ninken so she has something to hold on to and support herself with. And in the event she falls and starts to cry, Pakkun will let her touch his paw so she can feel better. 
  • When his daughter is old enough to start training, the first thing he teaches her is chidori. 
  • “But don’t you think she’s a little young?” “Nope!” - An actual conversation between you and Kakashi. 
  • The second thing he teaches his daughter is how to summon ninken, he actually gives her the scroll to summon Pakkun. While he’s not the strongest dog in the pack, he is the one Kakashi trusts the most. So he is sure that Pakkun will keep his daughter safe.
  • Once those two things are mastered, he teaches her everything else he knows. There are times he pushes her to the limit, but that’s because he wants her to be stronger than he ever was when he was her age. He doesn’t want her to experience the loss he did and he wants to make sure she can not only protect herself but her comrades as well. 
  • Now, because of this training she does graduate from the academy early. And that is not a tear falling from Kakashi’s face 
  • All in all, Kakashi is a great father. 

Originally posted by mamodos


  • May god help you and your child
  • Hidan is not a terrible dad, but he is definitely not Kakashi. 
  • First, I picture Hidan having a son. And it would be the spitting image of him. Much to your dismay. 
  • Second, during the baby years, when the baby is crying in the middle of the night, Hidan WILL kick you out bed so you can handle it. He may be immortal, but he still likes his sleep. You have to kick him back twice as hard for him to actually do something. Needless to say, he hates the baby years. 
  • If you leave him alone with the baby, he will get Kakazu to help out for a decent price of course.
  • Things will start to pick up during the preschool years. At this point in time Hidan has educated his son enough about Jashin and all of the core beliefs of the religion. So when he sees his son using a rabbit as a sacrifice and attempting to copy Hidan’s ritual, Hidan is DAMN PROUD. He would observe the ritual and correct his son when needed. 
  • Some dad’s play catch, some dad’s build things with their kids, but Hidan and your son sacrifice woodland creatures to Jashin together.
  • Something Hidan’s son DOES NOT inherit is his bloodlust. Your son does not like killing people or using them for sacrifices. Hidan realizes this, but instead of being disappointed he tries to shield his son as much as possible. If someone challenges Hidan while in front of your son, Hidan will rush your child away so he doesn’t have to see his dad brutally and bloodily murder someone. 
  • When the teenage years roll around, your son and Hidan clash a bit more. Both equally stubborn, both having a colorful vocabulary (you gave up on the swear jar a long time ago), it can get pretty intense. You try to act as peace keeper, but after the 29th fight you just let it fly because you know the two will still love each other at the end of the day. 
    • Kakazu, on more than one occasion, started a betting pool among the Akatsuki on who would win the argument among your son and Hidan.
  • Hidan isn’t the greatest dad, but he does try his best and he does make sure his kid has a good life and is loved. All in all, 7/10 on the fathering scale.

Sasuke Uchiha:

  • Even before the next generation, I definitely thought Sasuke would have a daughter.
  • I should definitely start off by saying, he is not the most affectionate father. Given everything he’s dealt with, he’s built up a very cold exterior. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about his daughter, he cares about her a lot more than he lets on, but it’s just hard for him to express it. 
  • During the baby years, everything is split 50/50. One week he has the midnight feeding, the next week you have it. 
  • He’ll stick around until after his daughter learns how to walk (he takes full responsibility on that one, he wants to spend a lot of time with her before he goes). After that he’ll come and go, in and out of her life. 
  • When he does return to the village, he teaches her all of the techniques that pertain to the Uchiha clan. He’ll deny it if you ever bring up the fact that he let out a full blown smile when she mastered the phoenix flower jutsu. He also almost screamed when she used the sharingan to dodge his attacks. 
  • He comes back for her first day of at the academy, you’ll see other parents hugging their child, Sasuke on the other hand just puts two fingers on her forehead and pokes her. 
  • When he does come back from his time away, his favorite thing to do with his daughter is practice with shuriken and read. This doesn’t mean he’ll read to her, but he likes reading in the same room as her and then discussing what they have read. He also low-key appreciates family meals. 
  • Sasuke wants to give his daughter everything he was cheated out of, but he doesn’t know how to do all of that. He also thinks he would be a terrible father, so he tries. He’s not as bad as Hidan, but not as good as Kakashi. He, like the other two, will try and make sure his daughter is loved. 

My first request, sorry if this note is a little late, but thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoyed it, I really tried my best with this! <3

plinys  asked:

me, in the mood for baby hcs even tho i know nobody wants to give me baby hcs: ripsara + kids tho

DID SOMEONE SAY BABY HEADCANONS. warning: as @rosalinesbenvolios will tell u my baby headcanons range from shits-n-giggles to angsty as hell.

- rip doesn’t want kids again. as someone who has already lost a child rip 100% never intends to have another baby because the thought of loosing a second child is so huge, so incomprehensible, that when he finds out sara is pregnant he is fucking terrified.

- he retreats to his office mumbling barely three words to get and happily drinks himself silly in a panic until she goes in and basically says “what the fuck, dude” until rip tells her that he doesn’t know if he can bear the thought of doing it all again. so she just, takes a seat beside him, grabs his hand, and says “i cant promise it will all be okay. but you won’t be alone”

- the team decides its “our baby” and not their baby and that they’re all going to be involved. when rip announces that jonah is the baby’s godfather both ray and stein are outraged and rip is like ‘well we wanted someone responsible’ ‘wE’Re rESponSIBle’ ‘ray you’re keeping a box of miniaturized dinosaurs in your quarters’ ‘yOU’re noT SuppOSED TO knoW ABOut ThAT’

- ‘so who wants to help raise our baby?’ *everyones hands go up* ‘who’s actually changed a diaper before?’ *everyone hands go down but mick* ‘guess we’ve found our poop-guy’

- “Sara?” “Hmmnnn” “Where’s our child?” “Nerd Twins have got ‘im” “alone????”

- listen,, rip is such a good dad, he knows how to do the pooping and the burping and the exact heat of a proper bottle and sara is left feeling??? less adequate than him and retreats a bit until rip goes to find her and asks what’s wrong. “I’m not. Good at this stuff. Not like you are.” and rip just starts giggling like a shit and says, “That’s because I’ve done it before, christ, did you think I knew all this when Jonas was born? I spent a week sleeping by his cot because I was scared that he’d roll over and fall between the bars. I had to learn - and you will, too. Let me show you?”

- so rip teaches sara how to burp a baby and his laughter when she gets sick in her hair is so genuine and he doesn’t notice how he said jonas’ name without thinking about it for a day

- having a kid just makes both of them so much brighter - the tired look in rip’s eyes slowly fades away and he smiles so much, it’s strange, jax is sitting at the kitchen table one day like ‘whats up with rip’s face?’ and they all look and rip is grinning at the bab and its at that moment that they all know that they’ve never seen him really smile, smile like his lips are gonna crack, not before. but it starts showing up more and rip starts singing to the baby and pulling silly faces and he’s killing them. he’s killing them. the man they met is unrecognizable from the man reading from a kids book in a funny voice, completely oblivious to the fact that sara is livestreaming it back home to their friends.

- and sara is just such a mama bear about it. some nights she just wakes up in the middle of the night and sits by the cot and takes her baby’s tiny hand and whispers “nothing bad is ever going to happen to you. not while I’m around. or if it does, I will always, always, come for you. I promise” and she honestly couldn’t remember what it felt like to love something so much, so much she aches, so much her heart feels like it’s gonna crack when she holds her baby

- they fabricate era-appropriate clothing for the baby and sara keeps a facebook album of all the cute outfits. a little sailor uniform. the smallest roman toga ever seen. a prim-and-proper 1920s suit and a fake curled mustache ray puts on the baby’s face. the tiny cowboy one gets over a hundred likes and she gets a snap of oliver crying looking at it.

- sara, breaking into a strong-hold with two guns, a knife, and a hand-grenade and fighting off 200 men with rip following right behind her picking off the strays she misses: give me back my fucking baby

- like ohhh boy, mess with rip and sara? fair game. mess with their baby? you better run. fast. through space and time, and never stop running, because they’re coming for you.

- rip tells bedtime stories of places he’s been and people he’s met and sara laughs you’re gonna turn our kid into a nerd but she curls up right beside him and falls asleep to the sound of his voice, too

listen i love kid headcanons so much i could go on for days but its late and i have so many asks now, so, more kid headcanons will come another day