and they are leaving his house

Be More Chill Adopted Jeremy AU Headcanons

-Jeremy was only a few months old when he was adopted so all he remembers is Squip as his dad

-he doesn’t call Squip dad, instead he’s taught to address him by name

-Squip has him complete cut off from the world, homeschooling Jeremy and keeping him in the house at all times

-Jeremy is raised to be perfect and knows he’ll be punished everytime he messes up slightly. It’s always been like that, even when he was little.

-the worst of his punishments being when Jeremy’s locked in the room downstairs for hours, or in the worst case days, at a time

-no outside media except for the occasions when Squip accidentally leaves on the radio for Jeremy to hear

-Jeremy can play the piano very well. Only the classics but he’s wanted to learn how to play newer songs like the ones he’s heard on the radio before

-he doesn’t play any of the songs in fear of being punished by Squip

-his bedroom is on the second floor and his only interaction with the outside world is looking through the window down at the streets below

-Squip has to leave for work, Jeremy’s only entertainment being either the piano or the books he’s allowed to read

-to not be so lonely Jeremy makes up friends to talk to

-the voices in his head are named Christine, Rich, Jake, Chloe, Jenna and Brooke

-Squip has to remind him they’re not real but that doesn’t stop him from talking to them

-it’s with their encouragement, mainly Rich’s, that he decides to sneak out on his seventeenth birthday where he meets Michael

-the only magic he’s been taught about before is from fairy tale witches so he’s drawn to Michael’s street magic act

-it’s during this act when Michael notices a man drag the slightly confused Jeremy away from the show

-after saving Jeremy from being mugged by the man Michael starts to show Jeremy around the town

-seeing how oblivious Jeremy is Michael asks about how he doesn’t know this stuff so Jeremy tells him about Squip

-“Dude, that’s not…normal.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that’s abuse.”

“A…buse? How? He cares and provides for me.”

“You said he punishes if you mess up-”

“Then it’s my fault.”

-Jeremy is amazed by Michael’s magic tricks and is unable to even understand how they’re done

-“Watch these flowers turn into-a pigeon!” A bird flies away and Jeremy is awestruck

“You can create life?!”

“…yes…”

-Michael introduces Jeremy to pop culture and sugary foods making Jeremy excited as he takes a liking to one videogame in particular

-“What is this called?”

“It’s Apocalypse of the Damned dude, and it’s awesome!”

-Squip panics when he finds out Jeremy is missing and after finding his son, drags him back home and forbids Michael from ever coming near Jeremy again

-now instead of his second floor bedroom Jeremy is confined to the “Silent Room” in the basement

-his voices in his head aren’t able to comfort him now that he knows about the world out there

-that doesn’t stop Michael from trying to see him one more time

Doesn’t Deserve You

Originally posted by maxmayfield

@kennfore Requested: Can I request a Steve Harrison imagine where the reader is Steve’s sister (like a year younger) and he finds out she has issues w/ how she looks because her crush rejected her or something so Steve comforts her

Pairing: Steve x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: self confidence issues.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!


Steve first became concerned when you hadn’t stepped out of your room all day. Despite being a year younger and you being his younger sister, you and Steve were still extremely close. And Steve knew that for a weekend day it was incredibly off for you to spend your evening inside when you normally spent it out with friends or at least out of your room.

Your parents were out for the day shopping which left Steve and you alone in the house - Steve had originally thought, if you had no plans, that the two of you could do something, but you’d yet to leave your room.

Steve became fed up with your isolation when mid-day hit, and with a heavy sigh he sat up from the couch and made his way up the stairs. No noise came from your room and for a moment Steve thought that maybe you’d left, though he had no idea why you wouldn’t just leave through the front door. But despite that thought, he continued making his way to your bedroom door before gently knocking on it, only he received no response.

Steve waited a moment longer before knocking again, and yet, nothing.

“Y/N?” He called, tapping on the door a final time. “Y/N! Come on, open the door!” Still no response. Fed up with your ignorance, Steve took it into his own hands and reached down for the doorknob, swinging it open. What he saw was definitely not what he had respected and with widening eyes, he noticed your figure curled up in the corner of your room, your head against your knees and Steve could hear soft sniffles from your tears.

“Y/N?” Steve called again and it seemed this time he’d managed to grab your attention as he watched your head snap upwards, your red and blotchy eyes come into view before your own eyes widened. It almost seemed as if you were panicked as your hands quickly came up to wipe at your tear-stricken face and you fumbled to get up onto your feet; “Steve?! What are you doing here?”

“I called your name…” Steve trailed off, worry immediately filling within him. “What happened? Are you okay?”

You brushed your hands against your thighs, not fulling turned towards Steve in embarrassment as you sent him a quick smile - only it didn’t meet your eyes. “What?” You asked, “i’m fine. Totally fine.” You paused when you noticed none of the worry on Steve’s face had disappeared. Taking a step towards your older brother, you smiled as best you could. “Steve, I told you - i’m fine.”

“Y/N don’t lie to me.”

You paused, unsure if you should say what really was on your mind. You wanted to… but you also didn’t want to be a bother. Steve had much more important things to worry about then your love life. But yet, as you met his eye, you found yourself spilling the worries stuck on your mind. “I was rejected,” you mumbled, feeling embarrassment flood through you. “This guy I like… my friends convinced me to ask him out and he said no… among other things.”

Surprise flooded through Steve, stunned that a boy had said no to you. Steve couldn’t understand why a boy would say no to you, not only were you beautiful but Steve also knew you had an amazing personality. Hesitantly, he took a step towards you, pity flooding him. “Y/N i’m so-”

“It’s fine.” You repeated, waving his apology off as if you didn’t care. “I don’t know what I was thinking anyway… Thinking a boy like him would go out with a girl like me.”

Steve felt frustration flood through him, hating the way you spoke so ill of yourself. “Well, this boy, whoever he is, is an idiot.” Your eyes snapped to your brother’s in shock, not expecting such a reaction out of him. “He’s lucky you even considered asking him and if he said no, well, that’s his dumb fault.”

“Steve….”

Steve grinned your way, slowly making his way out of your bedroom. “You’re very pretty, Y/N, and if he can’t see that then… he doesn’t deserve you.”

You found yourself stunned by Steve’s kind words, the sadness that had overwhelmed you lessening considerably. You’d always known your brother to be sweet, and while the two of you had your fair share of fights, he never failed to make you feel better - you just hadn’t expected a response like that. 

“Now,” Steve started, pulling you from your thoughts. “Come downstairs.” Your brother left before you could answer, but as you stared at your now opened door and the place you’d been sulking, you thought over the words Steve had said. With a grin, you begun making your way down the stairs.

anonymous asked:

Finstock is an actual Christmas elf, but he left because he hated the working conditions and he also hated the cold, but he still loves making presents, just not at the break-neck pace that Santa sets. So he spends all his time not coaching and teaching making presents and then he leaves them at every kid's house in town. Some kids who are now adults still have their handmade tin toys and wooden Kendama cup & ball sets.


Why? 

Why would you send me this on anon when it is CLEARLY THE GREATEST HEADCANON EVER AND YOU DESERVE A MILLION ACCOLADES! 

I love this. I want to see a thousand fics about this. 

And I personally believe that the real reason Finstock left the North Pole was because he was asked to leave. He kept saying “fuck” around all the other elves. 

  • Joven: Another story I have about myself, this one happened in high school.
  • Joven: We had this teacher in high school, whose kid went to our high school. His name was Mr. Haas, and his son Damien Haas was a sophomore when I was a senior, so he was 2 years behind me.
  • Joven: And Mr. Haas was an asshole.
  • Joven: One weekend he and his wife decided to leave town, which you should never do if you're an asshole. And Damien Haas decided to throw a party at the teacher's house.
  • Joven, sarcastically: Hooray!
  • Joven: And everyone in school heard about it, and we all got up, individually, and thought; "Okay, let's go over there and destroy the place."
  • Joven: I walked into this party, everyone I had ever met was there, and everyone was drinking like it was the end of the world. People were drinking like it was the Civil War and a doctor was coming to saw our legs off.
  • Joven: It was totally unsupervised; we were like dogs without horses, we were running wild!
  • Joven: I walked down- I walk down to the basement-
  • they had a pool table in the basement. One dude took a running start, and threw his body onto the pool table, and broke it in half.
  • Joven: Another kid found out which room was Mr. Haas', and went upstairs and took a shit on his computer.
  • Joven: So the party was going great.
  • Joven: I'm standing in the basement and I'm holding a red cup- you've seen movies. And I'm standing there, and I'm holding a red cup, and I'm starting to black out.
  • Joven: And I guess someone said, like, "something, something police". And in a brilliant moment of word association, I yelled;
  • Joven: "Fuck da police! Fuck da police!"
  • Joven: And everyone else joined in.
  • Joven: A hundred drunk, white children yelling "fuck da police!", with the confidence of guys who have, like, already been to jail and aren't afraid of it anymore. You know that, like, "I served my nickle, you come and take me!" confidence.
  • Joven: ...but white children.
  • Joven: Turns out- The reason someone had said, "something, something police", was because the police were there.
  • Joven: So a Chicago police officer walked down the stairs, and got to the bottom of the basement, and looked out over a sea of drunk toddlers yelling "Fuck da police!" in his face.
  • Joven: And he was almost impressed!
  • Joven: He was like "wow".
  • Joven: And then, he leaned into his walkie-talkie and went "get the paddy wagon".
  • Joven: And my friend Mari, who is now a mother- this woman now has a baby-
  • Joven: She grabbed a 40, smashed it on the ground, and yelled "SCATTER!"
  • Joven: And everyone ran in a different direction, we all ran in different directions. It was like that scene in Ratatouille, when the humans come in the kitchen and all the rats go in different ways- we all ran in different directions.
  • Joven: I ran into the laundry room, and I jumped on the washing machine, and I crawled out through a window into the backyard. And now I'm running through the backyard, and there's this big chain-linked fence, and I thought "I've never climbed a fence that high before"-
  • Joven: And then I woke up at home.
  • Joven: On Monday, I went to school, because that's what we did back then. And I'm walking into the school building, and who do I see, but Damien Haas. And he says to me, "Hey, were you at my party on Saturday?"
  • Joven: And I said "no".
  • Joven: You know, like a liar.
  • Joven: And he said, "Things got really out of hand."
  • Joven: "Someone broke the pool table."
  • Joven: "Someone took a shit on my dad's computer."
  • Joven: "But the worst thing," he says, "The worst thing is that someone stole these old antique photos of my grandmother, and my parents are freaking out about it."
  • Joven: And I had that thought, that only black out drunks and Steve Urkel can have,
  • Joven: 'Did- did I do that?'
  • Joven: I figured no, I wouldn't have done that.
  • Joven: But I was never sure, until 2 years later.
  • Joven: I'm playing video games with this kid named Lasercorn that we also went to high school with- this is 2 years later, we've graduated by now.
  • Joven: We're playing video games for a couple hours and then Lasercorn says to me, "Hey, come here. I want to show you something."
  • Joven: And then he takes me into his bedroom, and then he takes me into a side room, off of his bedroom.
  • Joven: Never a good thing to have.
  • Joven: He shows me a tiny room that is covered, wall to wall, in stolen antique photos from different people's parties over the years. And I said,
  • Joven, whispering intensely: "Why?"
  • Joven, whispering intensely: "Why would you do this?"
  • Joven: And Lasercorn said;
  • Joven: "Because it's the one thing you can't replace."
  • Joven: That's the end of that story, but how fucked up is that? Right?! That's crazy!
  • Joven: ...So I don't drink anymore.
4

Great shyan BFU authors: boysandghouls (blindedbytomlinsun)

He has to stifle a laugh. And fails. Miserably.

So there’s -

Oh, man.

There’s a guy here. Shane has no clue if he works here or not, but, like, oh my god.

He’s scared. Of the animatronics.

“Now’s not a good time,” the guy snaps, but it’s hard to take him seriously when he flinches every time the motion-sensitive robots start to move.

“Just leave the corner,” Shane suggests, still chuckling at the sight.

“I don’t know how!” the man protests, yelping as one of the robots brushes against his shoulder. He immediately makes a beeline for Shane, staying at his side.

“What do you mean, you don’t know how?” Shane parrots incredulously.

The animatronic corner is designed to look like a mini haunted house. You walk in through the makeshift door and all of a sudden you’re in a little building. But, not really, because it’s literally just cardboard. The walls are cardboard. The animatronics aren’t real. It’s fake, it’s all fake.

“The door’s over there,” Shane continues, pointing towards the faint outline of a rectangle. Granted, it’s rather hard to see in the dark, so Shane supposes he can’t blame the other man.

“I don’t even know how I got in here,” the man mutters, shaking his head, his arm just brushing Shane’s. “I’m uh, I’m Ryan, by the way.” He holds his hand out for Shane to shake.

“I’m Shane. Nice to meet you,” Shane replies, shaking his hand amiably.

[boys and ghouls and everything in-between] [ not-so spooky stuff] [ it’s the great pumpkin, ryan bergara] [the one with the water park]

Happy (belated) birthday, @boys-and-ghouls!

anonymous asked:

"Baby," Lance drew out, "where's my hair gel?" "And where's my keys, Darlin'?" Dayton asked, both your boys walking into the kitchen. "Don't know," you shrug, kissing them both good morning to hide your guilty grin. You knew they couldn't leave the house with either. Right as Dayton picked you up in his arms, he felt a lump in your back pocket. "Baby?" He chuckled, but you wriggled away and shrieked as you ran off. They tackled you to the couch with kisses. "We'll stay with ya, cutie pie."

oh my god yes, Lance not being able to leave without his hair gel hahah

Threesome Thursday™

anonymous asked:

Justice League AU: Bruce had acquired Damian sometime ago and while everyone is in the batcave, Damian just sits in the spinning chair observing them all and eating his snacks.

haha and every time the chair spins around, Damian’s in a different position. Once he’s sitting, another turn he’s upside down, another he’s leaning over the back. 

Someone (Arthur) tells Bruce to make the kid leave. Bruce looks at him and says “Damian go into the house.” Damian just keeps spinning, but makes eye contact long enough to go “No, Father.” and Bruce is just like “Welp I tried, back to business.”

Friendly Love

Based on Fall Out Boys song ‘Hold Me Tight Or Don’t’.


Realized I can’t not be with you

Or be just your friend.

I love you to death but I just can’t,

I just can’t pretend

We weren’t lovers first.

Bill and Y/N had broken up years ago - two years ago to be exact - and now they’re friends.

It took them a while to become friends after their relationship ended,it took them about fourteen months before they ended up at a friends party and decided to leave the warmth of the house to go outside.They talked things out then,with a drink in their hands (a beer in his and a water in hers),as they stood in the freezing cold.They spoke quietly even though they were the only ones in the garden.They spoke about mostly everything: he asked her what she was doing,she asked him what he was doing,he asked about her family,she asked about his.They talked.But not about their break up - they avoided that topic as a whole.

And now ten months later,they’re close friends who message each other every day,they call each other every couple of days and make sure to visit each other when they’re in town at the same time.

They’re pretty close now,much closer than the time they started dating.

They’re so close that if no-one knew about their history together,some would even say they’re in love with each other.And they are..Well,Bill’s still in love with her.Which shouldn’t be a surprised since he never fell out of love with her in the place.

He’s always been in love with her - and though he used to ridicule the thought of people ‘falling in love at first sight’,that’s what happened with him.When he first saw her at the park near his house,he felt something.He didn’t know what is was back then but when he saw her lying next to him one night,eyes shut as she slept, he knew then - he knew that he loved her.

And he still does.The flame of love that’s bestowed in his heart has never wavered since he saw her.Not even once.

So that’s why he’s finding it so difficult being her friend.

Whenever she’s in his sight,whenever they’re at a friends house or even each others places,and she’s sat somewhere else,he sighs,shaking his head as he remembers the time where she used to sit next to him,her hand encased in his as the whole room felt like it was blurred out and it was just them in it.

+

Y/N is at Bill’s hotel room.

The two of them were supposed to have a night to talk physically among each other since Bill had just come back to town for a bit.However,Y/N had woken up early to prepare herself for a job interview,she’d woken up so early,that she’s close to heading off in the hotel room’s sofa.Everytime she starts to doze off,her head would hit the pillow beside her and her eyes would suddenly pop open,as she tries to blink away her sleep.

Sitting on the far end of the sofa,Bill gazes at her,finding it hard to keep a smile off of his face at her attempts of trying to stay awake.

Bill’s heart clenches,not in pain,but in awe as Y/N brings her hand to her eyes,trying to rub away her sleep.

“I’m going to -,” Y/N starts,sitting up.

“You’re staying the night.” Bill orders. “I’m not letting you go back home when you look like you’ll fall asleep in any second.”

“I’ll take the couch,” Bill continues,biting his bottom lip,knowing half of his body would be hanging off of the sofa, but he can’t let her go.Not when she’s tired as she is.

Raising an eyebrow - she knows he won’t fit on the sofa either - Y/N tries to stop a yawn escaping.She wants to argue with him and tell him she has to go but she’s too tired

“You won’t fit…We can share a bed.”She finally says.

Bill eyes widen slightly as he peers at her,”are you - are you sure?”

“Of course I am..Come on,Bill,”Y/N nearly exclaims at the sight of the uneasy look on her face-why is he making a big deal out of it.

Standing up,she holds her hand out,“we’ve shared a bed before…So it won’t be weird unless you make it weird.”

Bill breathes softly,his gaze on her hand.He doesn’t know if he should say ‘yes!’ or say ‘no’.He knows he should say 'no’ because if they sleep together like they once used to,he might blurt out that he still loves her.However,when it comes to her,he can never say no.

“Okay.”

The First Thanksgiving He Wasn’t Alone

Richie had never been given a reason to be thankful until he met the losers. As he spent his first Thanksgiving around a dining room table, instead of on the floor of his bedroom, the beloved trashmouth got emotional for once in his lifetime as he realized just how much his friends meant to him.

Keep reading

Lover, Fighter

Here it is next part of this journey! Enjoy! If you want to be tagged in this let me know :) 

Warnings: heartache

Pairing: Thorin x reader ( wolf skin-changer )

Masterlist  

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9   Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15

Sindarin translation:

Enwenno hain = Take them

I Nogoth ammam e tîr gin? = Why does the dwarf stare at you?

Û-dangada? = Who can say?

E orchal be Nogoth = He´s quite tall for a dwarf

Pedithig = Do you not think

Orchal eb vui, mal uvanui en = Taller than some, but no less ugly



 

Thorin didn´t listen much about what their strategy was once they were supposed to leave Beorn´s house, he just went where ever Gandalf told them to go. He was so wrapped up in his own grief that he failed to see that Fili was much worse shape than he was. Kili tried to be his brother´s side and offer comfort but it was hard when he was also grieving and missing you so much. Beorn offered the company some ponies so they would get to Mirkwood faster. As everyone started to steer their ponies after Gandalf Thorin look one last time at the plain where you still were lying, it was little odd that your body hadn´t yet started to decay but he didn´t have time to think about that and so he turned his pony around following his men away from the house. Beorn looked after them for a while before turning and walking toward you. Kneeling beside you he stroke your side gently smiling a little. ”Alright little one, let´s get you somewhere more comfortable,”

 

Dwarves were riding as fast as they could across the land, finally slowing down when they approached a looming, gloomy-looking forest. Bilbo seems skeptical about entering to the forest and some of the dwarves are agreeing to his point of view. Gandalf dismounts from his horse and walks into the edge of the forest through an ancient archway. ”The Elven Gate,” he mutters and turns around to call to the others. ”Here lies our path through Mirkwood,”

”No sign of the Orcs. We have luck on our side,” Dwalin speaks as he dismounts from his pony and looks upon the gateway. Thorin remains quiet as he jumps off from his pony and walks in front of the gate looking around. As Gandalf tells the company to set the ponies loose, Bilbo approaches the forest on foot. ”This forest feels…sick as if disease lies upon it. Is there no way around?”

”Not unless we go two hundred miles north, or twice that distance south,” Gandalf answers to Bilbo´s question as he walks little further into the shadows and approaches a plant-covered statue. At the same time, Bilbo is standing on his own looking like he´s thinking about something and without really realizing it, reaches into his pocket but is startled by Gandalf who rushes from the forest in haste. ”Not my horse! I need it!” he shouts to Nori who is about to unsaddle the horse. Everyone looks up and are murmuring to each other quite surprised when Bilbo steppes little forward and looks concerned. ”You´re not leaving us?” Wizard glances up to Thorin who is silent as a mute, only glaring at Gandalf irritated, then turns his attention to Bilbo. ”I would not do this unless I had to,”

Gandalf shouts his final advice from the horse´s back as he steers it to full gallop. The company and Bilbo look after the wizard when Thorin finally speaks up hoarsely. ”Come on. We must reach the mountain before the sun sets on Durin´s Day,”

”Durin´s Day. Let´s go!” Dwalin ushers everybody to follow Thorin into Mirkwood. They follow the paved path that started at the Elven Gate but at some point, the path takes a turn on the corner. As the dwarves and Bilbo keep following the path through the forest, it twists and turns over all sorts of terrain such as bare ground, high ledges, fallen tree trunks. Dwalin has taken the lead and thumps the handle of his hammer on the ground in order to find the paving stones of the trail. ”This way,”

But as they keep walking Bilbo starts to wonder why they´re here, his head feels funny like it´s spinning. Suddenly the dwarves ran to each other as Nori in front stops abruptly looking quite confused. Thorin walks up to him looking at him. ”Keep moving. Nori, why have we stopped?” he asks little annoyed when Nori points at the path. ”The path…it´s disappeared!”

They are standing in front of a steep cliff and there´s no path ahead of them. ”Find it. All of you look. Look for the path!” Thorin shouts and they all start to look for it but all they manage to do is getting more lost and the air in the forest is starting to affect them mentally. Fili and Kili somehow are getting into a fight with Ori, Nori, Dori and some other dwarves, while others are bickering with each other. Bilbo is sitting aside from them and absentmindedly plucks a spiderweb and it´s starting to vibrate and as Biblo watches the vibrations continue to travel through the variously linked spiderwebs and far off into the forest. But as Bilbo plucks it again he starts to hear a strange whispering noise and he´s not entirely sure if he´s just imagining things or is he really hearing something. When he looks up he sees a bit of sun through the tree canopy far above him and he speaks up, but so quietly that no one can actually hear him. ”The sun. We have to find the sun…” Bilbo then climbs up one of the trees nearby but the dwarves are focusing on their bickering and fighting, while Thorin is standing apart from the rest, listening. He hears the strange whispering sound that Bilbo was hearing mere moments ago and mutters to himself. ”What? What´s that?” and as the whispering continues he turns around and yells at his men angrily. ”Enough! Quiet! All of you! We´re being watched,”

 

 

As it wasn´t bad enough that they were attacked by giant spiders, now they were surrounded by elves of Mirkwood. Thorin stared at the blond cocky looking male elf in front of him seething with anger while the elf called Legolas examined the sword Thorin had carried with him. ”Where did you get this?” he asks Thorin who is glaring at him trying to control his emotions which isn´t easy. ”It was given to me,” Hearing the answer Legolas isn´t happy and points the tip of the sword on Thorin´s face. ”Not just a thief, but a liar as well. Enwenno hain!”

Dwarves are led over a bridge and into the Woodland Realm. Thorin´s mind drifts off back to the memories when you were still alive and with him, the only thing he now has left to remind him of you were memories and he wasn´t sure if he could be satisfied just with fading memories. No one in the company knew how dark and gloomy his thought has begun after witnessing your death. He had nothing left in this world, reclaiming Erebor was still his mission, but after that how he was going to keep living his life alone, he wasn´t going to take another woman to be his side as queen of Erebor, that wasn’t a choice for him.

Thorin is guided into the throne room as the company is escorted to the cells on the lower levels. Dwarves keep protesting but guards shove them into the cells one by one. The elf in charge of Fili finds another large dagger hidden in his coat and Fili sighs in frustration before he´s been pushed to the cell. Kili turns to look at the she-elf in charge of him and addresses her as she starts to lock him in. ”Aren´t you going to search me? I could have anything down my trousers,”

She looks him in the eyes lifting her eyebrows smiling a little and answers. ”Or nothing,” and haughtily slams the cell door shut and walks away while Kili leans into the bars sighing quietly and first time after your death, smiles a little.

”I Nogoth ammam e tîr gin? Tauriel?”

Legolas asks as she comes to stand next to him keeping her back at the dwarf who is still looking after her.

”Û-dangada? E orchal be Nogoth. Pedithig?”

Tauriel answers to Legolas smiling a little looking dreamy but suddenly realizes what she is doing and looks at Legolas who is watching her facial expressions curiously. As Tauriel walks away eventually he addresses her.

”Orchal eb vui, mal uvanui en,”

turning to look at Kili who is looking at him they glare each other until Legolas turns around and walks away leaving the dwarves cursing and throwing themselves against their cell doors grunting in their effort.

”Leave it! There´s no way out. This is no Orc dungeon; these are the halls of the Woodland Realm. No one leaves here but by the king´s consent.”

Balin finally yells at them and that causes everyone to stop trying to get out. Fili leans on the wall sighing heavily looking like he´s about to give up. What was the point, they haven´t even been able to mourn you properly and here they were, in the cells of the Mirkwood elves.


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ok but do you ever think about how annoying your fav is, like.. as a person to live with lmao. i have to deal with the awareness that the love of my life was known for being too lazy to properly throw away contact lenses. like.. this fool really just discarded them onto the floor, wherever. pcy deadass said he’d find them on his bed, the lower bunk, like… who does that. whom.

and all this, while he refuses to wear socks because he doesn’t wanna, probably leaves his shoes and belongings god knows where around the house, can’t even keep track of his own chargers and things,

and he’s deadass the type to interrupt you when you’re both getting ready with a question like, “have you seen my tie?” no honey i did not see it, it’s your tie, you last had it?? and he’s gonna keep on asking you and searching through the whole damn room to find it while you’re just trying to finish getting dressed, like.. can you not be all in my business, no i do not have time to HELP YOU find it or we’ll be late? and you run late anyway because he can’t go on without it, apparently. he was set on that one. 

he’s probably the type to use your towel in the shower, too. he won’t remember which one is his, or maybe he won’t care because aren’t they all the same anyway? he’s the type to take from your plate of food, too. homeboy will be taking some of your food and you’re like, ‘uh, the serving bowl is right there, my guy,’ but he’s already scooped like half your portion onto his plate. i s2g. he’s probably the type to try your drink without asking, too. and then he offers you his and you’re like, uh no, that’s cool. okay…

anyway im sure he’s irritating but do i love him? yeah.

Homecoming Pt 3

So this is part 3 of my modern day imagining of army Steve Rogers coming back home to his housemate. Feelings have changed while he’s been away. I'm  not happy with this part, but wanted to get it written. Feel free to reblog or leave feedback. Enjoy!

Since the welcome home party for my house mate Steve Rogers the night before, I hadn’t seen him. He’d gone to his room before everyone had left and hadn’t appeared since. Even though I desperately wanted to see him, I left him alone. He seemed troubled and I understood he needed time alone. A few times throughout the night, I stood outside his door, wanting to knock but always resisting. Instead I just stood there, listening for any sound that told me he was still awake. But there was none.

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I like to think that Lance is one of those guys that says “I love you” a lot. To everyone and about anything. He loves the beach, he loves space, he loves flying, he loves his family, he loves his friends, he loves people– and he’ll just say so, too. Whenever he thinks it. He’s constantly blurting out declarations of undying love for Hunk whenever he eats his cooking. When Pidge is getting too techno-y for him he tells her that “I love you and all, but you’re being way too nerdy right now Pidge.” He loves Coran’s mustache. Loves the way Shiro’s always there just when you need him. Allura saves his butt from getting stabbed by a galra droid once and has he mentioned he loves her lately? Lance says “vol” and Keith says “vol… tron?” and Lance pats him on the head and says “love you, man, never change.” He just loves a lot. Loves this group of people. And he wants them to know.

3

conflict resolution and communication 101 

So I bought the first Animal Crossing for Gamecube and I forgot how truly ridiculous it was.

I asked my villager Stu if he needed any favors, and he said that he lent his glasses case to Aurora and needed it back. So I go to Aurora and ask to pick up the item to which she replies that Monique came up and snatched it from her. I go to Monique who tells me that Belle told her she needed it and to go yell at her. I travel to Belle who says that she forgot the glasses case wasn’t hers and she let Tad borrow it. SOOO I find Tad’s house and see him walking into it. I enter his house and proceed to get lectured about having a bee sting. Tad apparently gets so worked up about the fact that I won’t tell him why I was walking around shaking trees in the first place that he becomes furious, tells me I deserved to get stung, and refuses to talk to me. I had to leave his house and go do other shit for awhile before I came back and finally got the glasses case. I go back to Stu who gives me an entire bed for my troubles.

Anyways they should remaster this game

On the morning Steve leaves for college, he swings by the Henderson house for a final breakfast of Mrs. Henderson’s famous blueberry pancakes. When he rings the doorbell, Dustin answers it almost immediately and Steve tries not to imagine the younger boy, waiting there for him to arrive—he’s a little late because his parents finally decided to give a damn and give him some life advice. 

The conversation over breakfast is quieter than usual, a sense of something sad looming over their heads. Steve know’s he’ll be back at Christmas, but that just seems so far away. After they’ve cleared the table and washed the dishes, Dustin walks Steve to his car, quipping about how many babes he’s going to meet and asking if he’s packed enough Farah Fawcett spray. 

Steve, more speechless than he thought he’d ever be, pulls a slip of paper from his back pocket and slides it into Dustin’s hand. “That’s my new phone number,” he says, ruffling Dustin’s hair, “Call me anytime you want. But I swear to god, if I get one prank call, I will drive back here and kick your ass, okay?” 

Dustin just smiles—though Steve thinks it looks suspiciously like a smirk—and gives his honorary big brother a hug. 

Marks--Billy Hargrove

Written by @rune-of-a-writer

Request: Honestly god bless you for writing for billy… it’s so hard to find stuff for him. would you be interested in writing a billy piece where he and the reader are sort of fwb and both assured the other that feelings wouldn’t develop but the reader catches feelings hard… ending can be angsty (billy doesn’t feel that way about reader/just wants sex) or fluffy (mutual admission of love lolol) I’ll let you decide THANK YOU you’re amazing ❤️❤️

Warnings: Smut, cursing

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

Summary: You and Billy both promised each other that during your arrangement you wouldn’t grow feelings for one another. But now that you’ve broken your side of that deal, it’s getting harder by the day.

Word Count: 3,190

Listen To: Meet Me in the Hallway by Harry Styles

You had given Billy a call after waving goodbye to your parents. They were leaving for the weekend to head down to the casino for their anniversary. The second their car pulled out of the driveway you were dialing his number and telling him to come over. It was late, almost 7 o’clock— part of you wished he’d stay the night, but you knew he wouldn’t.

After calling him you rushed to the bathroom to get ready. It’d take him ten minutes to get to your house which was enough time for you. You brushed your teeth and put fresh lipstick on, fixing your pajama shorts and tank top. Once you had finished getting ready, you sat yourself down on the couch and waited for Billy to show up. You didn’t have to wait long because almost two minutes later your doorbell was ringing. Biting your lip to withhold your smirk, you got up and answered the door.

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