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  • Every Superhero Show Ever: You can't reveal your secret identity to anyone! It can be disastrous and put the people you love in danger.
  • Oliver Queen: *takes down 5 bad guys* Um.....I'm taking a self defense class. :D
  • Roy Harper: WHATTUP STAR CITY I'M A VIGILANTE
  • Barry Allen: *gets powers and immediately accidentally reveals his identity to a delivery man* *reveals his identity to a mugger* Hahahah you mean like this?
  • Wally West: *takes selfies with literally everyone* *never masks his voice* Yo anyone see my da-Detective Joe West?
  • Jesse Wells: *literally makes her hero name Jesse Quick*
  • Clark Kent: *takes off glasses*
  • Kara Danvers: Clark please that won't work. *takes out ponytail* Identity saved. :) :) :)
  • Literally Any Legend: *taking a selfie with george washington* *writing LEGENDZ WERE HERE on ancient artifact* *painting picture of themselves on a cave wall* lol sorry what were you saying?
#teddy #auror #unresolved sexual tension

Prompts: @foxesandwands
Author: @queenofthyme

If you had told Harry Potter, back in his first year of Hogwarts, that he’d be sharing custody of a child with Draco Malfoy, he would have laughed. Loudly. But here he was, fifteen years later, and one of Teddy Lupin’s two legal guardians.

When Harry had accepted Remus’s offer to be Teddy’s godfather, although in the thick of war, he still never considered he’d actually have to raise someone else’s child. Teddy’s grandmother, Andromeda, had taken care of Teddy originally, which Harry was glad of - a 17 year old did not a father make. Still, he made sure to visit often. He knew what it was like to grow up without parents.

Harry wasn’t surprised that Draco visited just as often. Andromeda was his aunt after all, making Teddy his first cousin once removed.

Harry didn’t make a fuss the first time they’d bumped into each other at Andromeda’s, even though the last time they’d seen each other had been at Hogwarts, in the middle of a war, on opposite sides. He trusted Andromeda, and if she, as fiercely protective as she was, trusted Draco around Teddy, that was enough for Harry to do the same. Although, he still watched closely, curious to understand Draco’s behaviour.

Years past and Andromeda grew weary. She had already raised one child, and she was far too old to be chasing after another. As godfather, Harry knew it was his responsibility to take over as Teddy’s guardian, and no longer a teenager, he felt like he was ready. But Draco had insisted that it was he who should become guardian, as a blood relative.

They had argued like they might have back in their Hogwarts days, with taunts and snide jabs, even a  few hexes, before Andromeda put a stop to it. “How do either of you expect to raise a child if you still act like children yourselves?” She had yelled at them both, her words striking home as always.

Shared custody was Andromeda’s idea, but they both agreed it would be the best option for Teddy. He had already grown attached to both of them, and they both loved Teddy as if he was their own. On that, they were in agreement, if nothing else.

These days, they saw a lot of each other. Teddy made sure of that. They hadn’t quite reconciled all their differences, but they were civil, even polite to each other. They had to be for Teddy. But there was such a coldness to their interactions sometimes, that Harry wondered if it would be better if they just went at it, like they really wanted to. Said what they were really thinking.

Like that time when Draco dropped Teddy off at Harry’s office in the middle of a work day because he had an appointment, and Harry said, “Of course, no problem Draco. Please take your time,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “You couldn’t have given me some warning so I could plan my day around this, you inconsiderate prat?”

Or the time Draco had taken Teddy on holiday and returned a day later than expected, and Harry said, “That’s okay, Draco, I’m glad you’re both back. I’m sure Teddy had a great time,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “I thought you were both dead you selfish jerk, you never thought to owl ahead to let me know?”

Or last week when Draco had to reschedule their agreed custody routine because he had a date on Thursday night and Harry said, “Hope you have a lovely night,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “I hope your date throws wine in your face and leaves you with the bill.”

It’s not like Teddy didn’t know what was going on. He was a perceptive kid. The whole situation was ridiculous.

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female driven musicals 5/? >>> fun home

do you feel my heart saying “hi”?
in this whole luncheonette
why am I the only one who sees you’re beautiful?
no, I mean…
h a n d s o m e !

anonymous asked:

'#I'll never get over just how obvious his crush was... while also being something people were able to miss??#henrik just nailed it PERFECTLY' yeah i always think about because i totally get why people were skeptical and thought even was a fuckboy because he had a gf!! but also looking back he was SO into isak from the jump and it's so funny how obvious it truly was

I myself can’t really see people how people thought he fucking with Isak, because he was so clearly framed as the love interest, but I kind of like that they did? I like when people are working hard to read a story and have a lot of questions (when it pays off, lol). But I can DEF see how people were entirely taken in and thought he was cool and mysterious and “wtf is this guy’s deal!!” “wtf pt 2: he has a gf?????” alongside Isak.

It’s great that you can take just the first two episodes (I like to think about it before we even get to even’s room in mekke øl!) and nothing else and go “okay, whatever is going on with him… dude has a crush” though:

he’s legit not paying attention and scanning the room until he sees isak, wow…

he’s so nervous, how did I not notice how nervous he was??

do you know how hard I worked for us to have accidental eye contact

p l e a s e, he’s so happy a chance to talk to his crush fell into his lap like this

and then this shyest, crushiest little birdface!! he was so… obvious

I just love that it’s not that specific hints were dropped but rather if you watch Even closely, you can see it from his perspective the whole time. Henrik deserves a lot of credit imho for how well he walked that line and the directing/editing for showing you just enough but not too much. Production makes a huge difference, sometimes it’s down to the lighting and post processing! Do you remember how when Passe på meg aired with “I saw you the first day of school”, there was suddenly a deluge of people lightening the first meeting at kosegruppa and ‘discovering’ Even’s face then?? I laugh now at how perfectly D A R K those shots were:

And how much that worked to obscure his expression:

Everything about Even’s perspective in those early eps was so well done and it adds so much to the show that you can go back and see through his eyes once you know him better.

catreadsbooks  asked:

Hi Cassie, I have a TLH question: you've said that the books are going to deal with Clave politics and what the *lovely* Clave members think of homosexuality, but what about a villain or villains? Tatiana seems like a decent candidate but surely there are more? We've had Valentine in TMI and Axel in TID, will the characters fight evil warlocks, rogue werewolves or bloodthirsty vampires? I seriously can't wait for TLH (and LoS)! Hugs and I hope to see you this year!

Hey girl, you know that’s a HUGE spoiler, why do you torment me? :D I guess I can say Tatiana sure hates the Herondales and Carstairs, but that there aren’t really a group of specific Downworlders they’re having problems with in Chain of Gold. In a sense the “villain” is something we haven’t really seen before – almost a force rather than one specific person or thing.

anonymous asked:

You know what's inevitable? A confrontation between Keith and Shiro and i'm worried about my boy. But at the same time I want to see him breaking and crying. And then I want him to be comforted.

I am actually really looking forward to that confrontation. Not because it’s gonna hurt but because that’s gonna be a HUGE step in Keith’s character development. Shiro disappearing and him stepping up as the leader is one thing; Shiro coming back except that he’s not Shiro is another. 

Generally, Keith is a pretty independent person. But we have seen how he reacted to Shiro’s disappearance, it wasn’t pretty. He originally started fighting against Zarkon at the end of s1 to help Shiro get his lion back. When things get hard like in the Marmora trial in s2 he wants to see Shiro. Shiro is his anchor, he is someone that he can trust with everything. He has said it himself: “Shiro is the one person that never gave up on me [I won’t give up on him]”. 

I’m being totally honest here when I say that I love this part of their relationship. Keith has never had a constant like Shiro in his life, he has never had anyone that he can fully depend on. We have seen how bad his abandonment issues are but he knows that Shiro would never do this to him. He needs and deserves someone like Shiro in his life, the unconditional support that family or very close friends give you.

HOWEVER. Keith has proven that despite his independency he is actually quite… naive? No, that’s not the right word for it but I can’t really find the one I’m looking for D: What I’m trying to say is that Keith, once he trusts someone, trusts them completely. He accepts anything his friends tell him as facts. (That’s a big part of why he can’t understand Lance - Lance hides how he really feels about him but sometimes it shines through. And then Keith is confused because he has gotten conflicting information and doesn’t know what to do with it.)

The same goes for strangers actually - Keith is a very straightforward person. His “plans” are usually “eliminate the root of the problem before it grows in the most direct way there is”. Remember when he freed Axca in the Weblum? He was ready to give her a chance to prove herself when she didn’t attack him. Or king Lubos in s2? He saw how Lubos enjoyed himself while his subjects were enslaved and immediately had an 180° change of mind - from ‘free the king’ to ‘you are no king’. Or how bad he felt when Ulaz proved himself not to be a traitor. 

The examples are endless. It shows that Keith judges people on their present actions; he’s the kind of guy that’s more than willing to give you a second chance if you have proven that you have changed. And that. Kind of makes him naive? I mean, not really, but you get what I’m trying to say with this. It would be very to easy to betray him once you have gained his trust.

So now imagine what would happen to him if he realized that Shiro was a clone. Keith would have to reconsider a lot of how he acts around people - he would have to realize that he can’t always depend on what other people tell him. That while it’s good to have one person to depend on, it’s not so good to have just one person to depend on. He has a team that he can discuss facts with, it’s not just him and Shiro against the rest. He’ll have to realize that even people he looks up to like Shiro make mistakes sometimes (or more like, give orders that would endanger the team) and he will have to learn to grow into the leader position and fight against those orders. And that is something I am really, really looking forward to :0

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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD I MADE A VERY VERY INHUMAN NOISE

LOOK AT KILLUA’S FACE, HE LOOKS SO SO SO SWEET OH MY GOD YOU CAN PRACTICALLY SEE THE LOVE EMANATING FROM HIS EYES I AM S Q U E A K I N G

Ravi having the time of his life and Kkomae third wheeling (?). Ken just wants to do Q&A already.

cr:  @Hotbody1110 II 170518 SinChon fansign

anonymous asked:

Imagine if Jamie travelled through the stones, but instead of finding Claire in Boston he found himself having arrived years too early, when the War was still happening and Claire had yet to meet him... What would he do?

Notes from Mod Bonnie 

Trying something a bit new as a palate-cleanser, lads and lasses! 

Please do note that I am blissfully, unapologetically putting next-to-no effort into making this historically accurate. Soooo, if you’re in a military history/fact-checking/date-referencing mood… best take those efforts elsewhere ;D 

Hope you enjoy! 


The Last All-Clear 

September 17, 1942: A Rusty Nail 



C. E. B. Randall

Camp Nightwing, France


17 September

Daytime rotation today.

No new battle casualties & all quiet in the distance, thank God. 

Did tend M. Danton (scored on the arm w/ rusted nail; antibiotics & sterile bandage to finish; strict instructions to report in 3 days for follow-up). 

A strange sort, and no two ways about it. 



“Claire—darling—dearest—You know how much I ADORE you, don’t you?

I was already smirking—fondly, but smirking nonetheless—by the time I turned from restocking the supply cabinets for tomorrow. “How much do you adore me, Nance?”

“So much that I’ll do absolutely any of your chores—ALL your chores!!—for a week if you’ll go tend Danton??”

Danton? The frenchman?” A glance revealed a familiar set of hunched shoulders (spilled over with filthy black hair) just visible through the cracked partition of the infirmary tent. “What’s happened to him?”

“Nothing serious. Says he got scraped by a nail or screw or something this morning and needs to be cleaned up a bit, but oh, please, Claire??” Nancy whined, grabbing both my hands in hers. “I know you were supposed to go off-duty at eight and it’s nine-thirty already but puh-LEASE will you take ten minutes before you go and be the one to tend him?? Please-please-pl—” 

“Good Lord, no need to go into a tizzy about it,” I laughed, a bit taken aback by how truly distraught she seemed. “Surely the man doesn’t bite!” Though in truth, I didn’t know that for certain.

I’d never spoken to him, nor even so much as looked him in the eye, but Danton—was his first name even known?— was a legend in camp. He’d joined the company a month or two ago, they said, one of the men-of-all-work that alternately served as laborer, orderly, handyman, gravedigger, or any other role requiring a strong back. Though I’d always gotten the sense he was past his prime, from the state of his clothing and posture and hygiene, a strong back Danton did have, and whatever his age might be, he was indispensable.  The camp always had to be ready to go into action, or even pick up and move entirely at a moment’s notice. In this chaotic wartime reality, with life and death so often on the line, a spare set of hands was always needful. 

There were a dozen such men in camp, all of them civilian frenchmen, but Danton was the only one people seemed to talk about; which was quite the irony, given that he was a man of notoriously few words. He kept always to himself, speaking only when directly addressed, gruffly and shortly when he was, crossing the verge of sheer bad-temperedness more often than not. Rooms tended to shift to low whispers when Danton entered, if not empty entirely.

It didn’t seem to bother him. The entirety of my experience with the man consisted of glimpses from across the camp or mess-hall. Yet, even that barest of acquaintance was enough to have convinced me that the unsmiling, grubby Danton—with his hunched shoulders, with that profoundly-unkempt black hair and drooping cap that together hid his eyes—wished to be left alone. 

My skin had prickled, though, whenever I had studied him, crawling with something I couldn’t quite put into words or even—

“He gives me the absolute heebie-jeebies!!” Nancy summarized neatly in a whisper. “I can’t do it, I just can’t! Anything you ask, Claire, and it’s done, but PLEASE be a brick and get me out of this??”

I would have agreed in any case—if for nothing more than to satisfy my own slightly-morbid curiosity— but I had absolutely no qualms over letting Nancy take my bedpan duties for a week out of the bargain.

….and surely the man DIDN’T bite?


“Monsieur Danton?”

He JUMPED as though shot, and I startled so violently (absurdly searching for elongated canines in the momentary panic) that I swore and dropped my tray, the bowl, cloth, and other impedimenta clattering and scattering all over the floor with great metallic crashes.

I was utterly mortified, positively dove to my hands and knees to gather the scattered supplies and hide my face, and then the sensation doubled to realize that the frenchman was on the ground beside me. I had only enough time to notice the juxtaposition of the fine leather glove on his left hand with the wretched filth of his clothing before he was placing the last item on the tray. “Thank you,” I mumbled awkwardly, glancing up to smile in thanks, and caught a momentary glimpse of vivid blue eyes before he recoiled, leaping to his feet and busying himself with getting the tray on the table. 

Shy, whatever else he might be. 

“Well, we’re off to a bumpy start, sol—Sir,” I managed with a weak laugh as I got to my feet, throwing myself fully into that ‘jovial commanding-officer’ character that had weathered many an awkward encounter in my career to-date. My usual script felt a little bereft without the useful address of ’soldier.’ “I’m Nurse Randall,” I said more briskly, clearing my throat with a smile.  “I’m told you need medical attention for your arm?”

He rolled up his sleeve without so much as a word. Very well, down to busin—

“Good LORD! I gasped, stepping forward and reaching for the arm, then pushing him down into the chair. Not merely a scrape: it was a slash, a wicked, deep one, about two inches long, just below the right elbow. “This needs stitches! What the bloody hell happened?” 

No answer. 

Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I said more kindly in French, “Monsieur, will you tell me what happened to your arm?

No nod. No grunt. The brute didn’t bother even to raise his chin from his chest. 

No language barrier, then: just an arse.  

I reached for the antiseptic, my nostrils flaring. “Will you look at the state of this?” The blood had long since clotted, but the wound clearly hadn’t been washed, let alone sterilized. “Why in God’s name didn’t you come and get help for it right away?

Silence.

“Excuse me, I am TALKING to you,” I snapped, choosing to stick with French for castigation as I prepared the suturing supplies. “Why didn’t you bother coming for help unt—?”

“Do what’s-must to prevent the festering and I’ll be going, yes?” he snapped back with such venom that I would have gasped if I weren’t so grounded in pique. 

So: he was both capable of speech and every bit as ill-tempered for it.  Lord, give me the strength not to SLAP this man. I bit my tongue and cleansed the wound in icy silence.

“Far from home?” I blurted testily, when the tension became too insufferable even for me. 

His head snapped up.

Your accent,” I clarified as I reached for a clean cloth, genuinely curious despite my ire, “—your syntax. It’s not a standard dialect…nor like the other frenchmen in camp, I think?” 

“No.”

I had about an ounce of pleasantness left in me and I scraped it up to force a smile. “Grow up in the country, eh?”

“Yes.”

“…Care to share where?” 

“No.”

“Well, you’re just a blooming basket of violet-scented rainbows, aren’t you?” I snapped in English. “Hold bloody still, this will hurt and you’ll deserve every blasted bit of it.” I gritted my teeth and swore under my breath as I began stitching, in absolutely no mood for grumpy man-children. “Jesus H. Roosevelt CHRIST.”

By complete chance, standing bent over his arm as I began to stitch, I happened to be looking down at his mouth as I said it. To my absolute gobsmacked surprise, I saw a smile twitching at the corners, small and restrained, as though he were trying very much not to show it, but clear as day: a tiny smile verging on a grin. 

Well…! Not a *complete* automaton, then. 

I was taken still further aback when the mouth opened and said quietly in French without looking up, “Forgive me, please, Madame. I do not mean you ill.” The tone told me he was being genuine.  “It is only that I do not very much like—speaking.

“It’s good to work at things you don’t like doing,” I said, fixing what I could see of his face with a sardonic glare between stitches, but trying not to smile. “Builds character.”  

Another infinitesimal twitch of the lips before he dropped his head, strings of wavy black hair hiding his features entirely. “It is—a small bit more easy to manage, in French.”  

We’ll stick with the Français then,” I said, letting a smile show in my voice.

I finished the stitching and sterilization in a more comfortable silence. He took the hypodermic needle without so much as a wince, though I could see him watching it intently, sternly almost, as though not entirely sure what to make of it. From the country, indeed. 

You’re so much younger than I would have supposed.” 

“…I beg your pardon, Madame?” 

I could hardly fault him for being taken aback, as I had blurted it with absolutely no thought for context, let alone grace. I recovered as best I could, all things considered, focusing over-intently on wrapping the bandage around his forearm. “From a distance, I had assumed you to be far older.”

Honestly, for a man with such a beard and posture, that default manner that could charitably be described as cantankerous, it was alarming to find that not only was he not middle-aged, but he couldn’t possibly be older than— 

“Thirty? At most?”

Thereabouts.” After a pause, he added with a shrug. “I am far older in spirit, Madame.”  

I made him promise to come see me in a few days so I could see how the healing was progressing and give him more antibiotic if need be. He nodded, then stood and shrugged back into his coat (Lord, was he huge), and was just beginning to move toward the doorway, when—

“Are you well-treated here, M. Danton?”  Why could I not keep my bloody mouth shut tonight??

“Why is it that you ask such a question of me, Madame?” Though I still could barely see his face through the hair, I could hear the wariness in his voice. 

“You just seem…” I struggled to find the word in French, to express my concern without giving offense. “…..hunted.” 

Yes, a beast at bay. That’s what I had discerned and yet been unable to name in those vague, distant glances across camp: the utter wrongness in the sight of a man so tall and strong keeping his head low, avoiding eye contact, as though cowering before an invisible blow. Then there was this slash to the arm…

He caught me looking at the bandage, so I summoned my courage enough to ask directly, “Is someone bothering you? Hurting you?” 

No.” He relaxed, and I saw his throat muscles working.  “No, it truly was a rusted nail; an accident, entirely my own.” He inclined his head in acknowledgment of the first statement. “And my manners and ways are mine as well, Madame. Of my own choosing, I mean to say. Better, it is, that I keep to myself.

There was nothing morose in the way he said it, nothing maudlin or self-pitying.

 ….but it still was so very sad. 

Nonetheless,” he added quite suddenly, one hand on the tent flap, “I thank you for having asked.” He gave a graceful bow and said in heavily-accented English before vanishing off into the night: “You ‘ave a kind ‘eart, Nurse Randall.”


Strange, yes. But not as bad as all that. 

-CEBR




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Ye touched me, today, mo nighean donn. 

Spoke to me. Looked at me. Stopped my beating heart. 

You were supposed to go off-duty at eight. I let that damned wound go untended all the day because I was waiting for when I kent you’d be away and abed. I couldn’t take the chance of it being you. God above knows I meant for us never once to come face-to-face in this camp.

More than a year since I ran up the hill after ye and the world went black; more than a year of trying to find my way in your world; of trying to find youthese last months of staying hidden in plain sight that ye never should see my face…. All undone by a rusted nail and your damned heedless self working at all hours instead of taking to your damned bed. And yet…. ye always did see fit to undermine my plans, my wife. Mo ghraidh. 

….Lord, and you’re so young, Sorcha; so heartbreakingly young, and it makes me want to weep. And yet I weep still more to have witnessed with my own eyes and ears that you’re exactly the same. Even now, at three-and-twenty, you’ve the same fire that I myself have known in you, that same brilliance and compassion and—

Jesus. 

Oh, God, Claire. 

From a distance, keeping to my duties, I have been able to separate myself from it all; keep myself and my thoughts in check by mere will, knowing that it is my place only to watch over you, never in any circumstance to know you or seek you out.  But so close to ye today, mo chridhe, SO CLOSE with you touching me, that deepest part of yourself reaching out to heal and care for me, even in disguise, even though ye dinna yet know me— It took all my strength not to take ye in my arms and crush you to my heart.

I long for you, mo nighean donn. I long for my wife; to hold ye again; to speak all my heart to ye. My truest friend. 

And yet, beyond longing, there is that uttermost of terrors that fills me day and night. 

I wait for this war to end—this war of unspeakable horrors, the like of which I could never have fathomed—and still I dread the sounding of that last all-clear. At least here, now (and for three years more, at the least) I have a place in your world. I can watch over ye, see your face each and every day, if only for a moment from afar, and be able to close my eyes at night only because I ken that you are safe. 

But when the fighting has ceased, when ye leave France, I shall have to bid you yet another farewell….silently, this time, unseen….and hope that in April of 1948—

Pray with all my soul that you and the bairn make it to April of 1948. 

That you won’t be— That you haven’t already been—? or that you aren’t now—?

Lost among the years. As I have been.  

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I brought some oranges to work yesterday but didn’t eat them so this may have happened =D

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yesung1106:  …. ???
earlyboysd:  Warning for using bbyong bbyong !! You can’t do that !! 
kimheenim:  Byyong bbyong? It’s a warning, (you) can't  😒😒

earlyboysd:  Ah… I should do this right?? #It’s not time yet #I’ll tell you when I start #You should anticipate let’s go
earlyboysd: #BbyongBbyong did something #BbyongByong isnt a hint! Lee Hyukjae is just acting cute, did he bbyong bbyong because he pierced his ear???
kimheenim: It’s a warning for you. You can’t ㅋㅋㅋ  ©

anonymous asked:

What do you think on how we can get Keith back to the team? I hope we see him more in season 5. I need more bonding moments with him! God, I can't survive another season without him D:

How to get Keith back to the team:

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a transcript of a dream I had about dans instagram story on phil's bday
  • dan, behind camera: happy birthday phil!!! congrats on being ancient!!!
  • phil, on couch: *laughs* shut up you child. I am wise.
  • ~
  • dan, holding camera towards himself: ok I know I already posted this morning but loOK AT THIS *turns camera to phil*
  • phil, standing next to a birthday cake that's literally three feet tall: :O LOOK AT THIS!!!
  • dan: why is your cake big enough for three football teams!?
  • phil: I should be asking you this! you ordered it! how are we going to get this to the restaurant!? wait. I know. you've hidden sarah michelle gellar inside this haven't you?
  • dan: *gives camera a pained look*
  • phil: *laughing in background as camera turns off*
  • ~
  • dan and also everyone at the restaurant: *sings happy birthday, camera is trained on phil who is smiling
  • louise in background: make a wish!!!!
  • dan, scoffing and pointing camera at louise: what could he possibly wish for? he's got me! *points camera at himself, grins cheekily*
  • phil in background: this coming from the person who didn't even give me a present.
  • dan, pointing camera at phil and zooming in: MY PRESENCE IS A PRESENT, KISS MY ASS.
  • phil, trying not to smile, making steady eye contact with camera: I'm not going to start rapping and you can't make me.
  • louise in background: *begins beatboxing*
  • martyn in background: *gently blows out phil's candle that is all but forgotten*
  • phil @ martyn: HEY WHAT ARE YOU D-
  • ~
  • dan, walking towards phil who is sitting on the couch with his laptop: philllll are you ready for your present
  • phil, looking up: I genuinely thought it was going to be buffy in the cake but it wasn't so no I don't want it
  • dan, pointing camera directly up his own nose: do you see what I deal with *points camera back at phil*
  • dog in background: makes muffled whining noise
  • phil: ...what was that
  • dan: I dunno.
  • phil: ....dan what is in the hall
  • dan: *silently films phil as he gets up and opens the door*
  • dog: RUNS IN AND TRIPS OVER HIS OWN FEET AND CONTINUES TEARING AROUND THE LOUNGE IN EXCITEMENT
  • phil: OH MY GOD DAN!
  • dan: laughs really cutely
  • phil: AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • ~
  • dan, now on the couch, filming phil on the floor petting the dogs tummy: literally what did you do in the million years before I was born
  • phil: played with hamsters, mostly. I was a child.
  • dan: lies.
  • phil: dan I'm only four and a h-
  • dan: PHIL TODAY WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY YOU ARE NINETY YEARS OLD TODAY AND WE ALL KNOW IT YOU CANNOT LIE TO THE INTERNET
  • phil: I'm naming this dog "I hate dan"
  • dan: that's stupid
  • phil: your mum's stupid
  • dan: *silently zooms in on phil's face*
  • phil, petting sleepy dog, trying not to smile, again: I hate you
  • ~
  • ~fin~

sound-of-inspiration  asked:

Oh my gosh, the new Fantasy Update!! Kuroo as the voice of reason! But the question is: Will Tooru listen? Or has Hajime already won over his heart with that smile from last week? I can't wait to see~ :D Also, you always draw Tooru so cute, I honestly can't! <333

OKAY SO

Are ya’ll ready for another of hcs cus my brain hates them and yells at me whenever I consume any piece of media ever. 

Nalu!Ella Enchanted AU

I yelled at @papalogia randomly and she was beautiful enough to go along with me and helped me with some characters positions, so I’m gonna spam her.


  • Lucy is Ella 
    • duh
  • Born to wealthy merchants Jude and Layla Heartfilia the small family lives in a nice enough house with Layla’s house fairy Aries
  • They receive a message from godmother Aquarius that bcus she can’t make it she’d sending a different godmother for Lucy.
    • Turns out to be Ophiuchus
    • Ophiuchus is not a Good Fairy Godmother.
      • Takes one look at Lucy, decides she def hates children, and blesses Lucy before telling Layla she’s retiring and fucks off to wherever.
      • Layla and Aries are horrified that the ‘blessing’ she gave Lucy was Obedience
    • Lucy grows up having to obey everything people command her to do, which she hates bcus she is strong willed and refuses to be controlled
    • Only her mother and house fairy know, as Jude is constantly away on buisness and Lucy goes to a v prestigious school where she fits in but doesn’t have many friends.
      • She meets Cana there, who all the other children mock for being an orphan selected from the orphanage to attend the school in a ‘Goodness Gives Back’ program meant to help less fortunate people children. 
        • It’s still a p shit system but eh
  • Everything is relatively okay until her mother gets sick, and tells Lucy she’s not allowed to tell anyone about her curse, in case they use it against her
    • spoiler this will cause more trouble that it’ll save cus who would have figured taking away the ability to explain wtf is making you do everything people tell you would be a bad thing  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • Jude goes lowkey power hungry after Layla dies, but as Lucy is only 10 he can’t very well marry her off
    • yet
  • So after a few years he finds a woman he can stand who comes from a powerful, if shady, family. 
  • Dimera and her two daughters, Kyoka and Seliah, move in and essentially take over. They push Lucy around command her to do humiliating chores. 
    • Seliah decides that Lucy has too many pretty dresses and commands her to burn them.
      • It doesn’t take long for the girls to work out Lucy’s curse, and Dimera doesn’t care enough about Lucy to pay attention to her other than to beat her when angry
      • (it’s just gotten darker than the movie whoops lmao) 
  • Jude doesn’t love Dimera and so continues to be out and trying to gain more power, including trying to sell marry off Lucy to the highest bidder.
  • Anyway  
  • Natsu is the Prince of the kingdom of Alveraz, but he only wants to go on adventures and doesn’t really care about his duties.
  • His brother Zeref is King after Natsu’s father Igneel was killed. Zeref is Natsu’s half brother from a different father before Natsu’s mom married Igneel.
    • Both go missing in an attack by the giants and ogres when Natsu was 8
      • LOL no Zeref orchestrated their deaths it with the help of shapeshifter Acnologia, but afterwards Acno wanted control of the throne and Zeref trapped him in a lizard body. 
        • He can talk, but doesn’t tell anyone in hopes of one day being able to kill Zeref, but right now they have a hateful truce and are passive aggressive to one another in the Worst way
      • Zeref went power crazed idk he’s just an ass. Igneel put too many restrictions on him
      • But yeah, parents are ded
        • Natsu is hoping Igneel is still out there somewhere but they found mother’s body
  • Natsu knows like none of this
  • All of the aristocrats are obsessed with Natsu bcus Zeref refuses to marry and so he’s the next best in to the power of the kingdom
    • This includes Seliah and Kyoka 
      • Mainly Kyoka that chick is obsessed with Zeref dear jesus
  • They run into one another when Lucy is trying to find a quiet spot to write where her sisters won’t find her and Natsu is trying to escape his guards/fans/everyone cus he just wants to check out the forest god da m n
    • Lucy hates how unfairly the kingdom treats elves/ogres/giants, and thus immediately dislikes Natsu, who instantly loves that Lucy isn’t throwing herself at him.
    • They talk/bicker a bit until Lucy has to run off
    • Natsu wants to see his new friend again soon and Kyoka wants to murder Lucy

You know what before this gets too long I’m just going to call this Part One and call it a day. More soon cus it won’t leave my bloody head :D

anonymous asked:

Hello Mimi! I've been seeing a lot of gifs/videos about the whole jikook (and J-Hope) Christmas thing. Like when Jm asks Jk about what he desires for his birthday, and then he points to Jm... I'm not sure where to find it... I've searched on vlive, and safari. I just can't seem to find it. I was hoping, if it isn't too much trouble, that you could take a look into it. That's all! I hope you have a great night! (Where I am)

It’s [D-6] KBS Song Festival (151224). It’s on Vlive but not on BTS channel, you can find it on V special HERE ^^

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Have a great day/night too ~

Red Harvest x Reader - Magnificent Seven Fic

“That Indian looks outa place, don’t he, Miss?” said Trevor. Trevor was generally a nice kid. He’d run messages for you over town for some penny candy.

“He does,” you say. “He could use a welcome.” You move around the counter to greet him.

“That ain’t what I meant!” hissed the boy. “I meant he don’t belong!”

You were aware of what Trevor meant, but you didn’t intend on paying him any mind.

“Welcome to the goods store,” you say to the Native American. He looked at you, and you wondered if maybe you should be intimidated after all. He IS big. And strong too. You find yourself wondering who those hands might have killed.

He nods at you after a long moment of studying your face. You can feel your cheeks go hot.

“Er… do you have a name, sir?” you ask. Someone comes into the shop behind you, but you ignore them for the time being, afraid of disrespecting the man in front of you.

“I am Red Harvest,” he says in a deep voice. Then he turns back to a shelf he’s looking at. You don’t even see the merchandise; your eyes are locked on Red Harvest.

“I’m-”

“Miss!” says a grating voice from behind you. “I need your help.”

You turn to see Mrs. Tews, a lady you’ve known all your life. She’s motioning frantically, offering a way away from the dangerous injun in your store.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Tews. I’m helping Red Harvest,” you say.

Her jaw all but drops.

When you turn, he’s looking at you with sharp eyes. Everything about him is sharp. His jaw, his hairline, the arrows he’s probably killes with…

“You want to help me?” His voice is quiet. He looks past you at Mrs. Tews, judging the situation.

“You were here first.” Are your cheeks as red as they feel?

He looks back down at you, then asks, “What color?”

With a start, you look at the shelf and find it’s the one with all the ribbons. You wonder what on earth he wants ribbons for. Decorate a horse mane? Hang with feathers from his hair? You can’t even imagine, and you have no facts; only stories told in saloons after too many drinks.

“This one looks good with nearly everything,” you say, lightly laying a finger on a red ribbon, thinking of his name.

Red Harvest nods and takes the small spool. “One,” he says.

You take the ribbon slowly and bring it to the counter, cutting off a decent length. Before you can wonder if the Native can pay, he sets down the money. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment at your assumptions, you pass the ribbon to him, laying the smooth fabric in his rough hands.

You put the money in the register, but when you straighten, you’re surprised to find Red Harvest still standing there.

“Do yo- oh.”

He hands the ribbon to you.

You take it gently, then watch the large man walk out of the shop and vanish from view.

“Well I never!” breathed Mrs. Tews. Trevor swore, and the lady cuffed the back of his head.

You dart around the counter and look out the shop window, but Red Harvest is no where in sight.

Whenever you see the color red, you remember the Native American in your shop who bought you a ribbon as red as your blush, as red as his name, and as red as your feelings long after he’d vanished.

  • *Fidgety Atsushi and Dazai alone in the office*
  • Dazai: You wanted to talk about something Atsushi?
  • Atsushi: W-well, I've always been grateful to you Dazai since that day you treated me to a bowl of tea on rice and I've always been watching you and I ju-st c-can't tell you how than-n-nkful I am for introducing me to the agency, for giving me a chance at life, for saving me. An-d-d *Atsushi shakes his head trying to catch is thought* the best part of it is getting to see you every day, hearing you laugh, smile. Even this moment with you is so precious to me and I guess what I'm tryi-in-ng to say is that I... I love you Dazai-san.
  • Dazai: Atsushi?
  • Atsushi: I mean I don't expect you to accept my feelings especially since you want a beautiful woman. I just wanted to tell you and...
  • Dazai: Atsushi, aren't we already dating?
  • Atsushi: ....Heh?