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A-Z Prompts: Mikey

Requested by: Anonymous

E, F, H, O for the Mikey Prompts :>

E - EVENINGS 

Michelangelo would play it off cool, as though he knows what he’s doing and that he’s totally chill about it, but in reality he’s freaking out. There’s quite a size difference between you two, in that he’s a 6-foot mutant turtle, and you are a fragile human that could break if pushed too hard, and as well he knows very little on the ins and outs of the whole thing (no pun intended ;) he’ll end up blushing until he’s as red as Raphael’s bandana, and he’ll be very quiet and unsure of his actions. It doesn’t take much for you to be able to show him what to do, and after the first few times Mikey is more than capable of doing things on his own from then on.

F - FIGHTS

As much as you love Michelangelo’s humour and light-hearted nature, his immaturity can sometimes be a pain, and it can sometimes mean he isn’t taking things seriously, which can get on your nerves when you need him to be mature for 5 minutes. You hate shouting at him, but times when you are trying to talk to him seriously, and he just jokes about, makes you angry, and so you can’t always help losing your temper with him. It never lasts more than an hour though, because the way his eyes grow and cloud over with built up tears, and the way he pouts and sulks, makes it incredibly difficult to stay mad at him. You hate seeing him upset, especially when it’s your doing, so you can’t help but cave in and hug him until he forgives you after a while has passed.

H - HICKIES

Mikey probably wouldn’t even let you cover them up. He’d blush if one of his brothers pointed them out, but he’d stick his chin in the air and proudly proclaim that, yes, he did leave them there, and yes, you are his, and his only. You, obviously mortified by the fact Mikey is so obviously pointed to the marks on your neck, find it cute how proud he is of his artwork, and you go along with it just to see that smile he gives when looking at them.

O - OVER 

It would probably include you yelling at him for putting himself in harm’s way, or almost getting seen by humans, and he’ll start making jokes or being his usual immature self while you are stood there worrying and freaking out. You’ll probably yell something like “This isn’t funny Mikey! For one second, could you not be so immature,” and he’ll suddenly become quite quiet, because he’s realised you are actually being serious. You’ll get exasperated, and eventually storm out of the lair, trying to clear your head before you seriously lash out and hurt his feelings even more. Later that evening you’ll be sat at home, feeling quite down at having hurt your boyfriend, when they’ll be a knock on the window. You’ll turn around only to find the apologetic face of your turtle boyfriend, perched out on the fire escape, holding a box of pizza and an extra game controller. And that’ll be that; neither of you will have to say anything for you both to know how sorry you are, and you’ll spend the rest of the evening as though nothing ever happened, and you are just as you have always been.

I never really thought that friend break-ups were a thing. Yeah I’ve heard people say ‘we used to be friends’ or ‘we don’t talk anymore’ but I’ve never actually pondered the ending of a friendship.

I’ve witnessed girls going through breakups, and they always talk about the same things. The way one person stops showing interest,
how they talk less, fight about stupid things, stop feeling the spark. I’ve never felt that before. Never watched a person gradually lose interest in me, text me less, stop wanting to spend every second with me.

Never until now. And god, it f*cking hurts.

Who would have thought my first heartbreak would come from my longest standing friendship? But that’s the way life works, isn’t it? You watch the one good thing you have slowly slip away until you aren’t even sure why but suddenly it’s almost out of your grasp and there’s nothing you can do but wait.

So you feel yourself waiting. Waiting for the texts to stop all together, waiting for the hangouts to become a thing of the past. Waiting for that final blow. But nothing could hurt more than the realisation that there will be no 'final blow’. Because it’s already over. And you’re not exactly sure when, or how, but you know if you stop trying now then everything will cease.

And who can you blame but yourself? And do you know what the worst part is? You can’t even be mad at the other person, because what have they done except lose interest in you? It sucks when all you want is to be by their side, to call them and text them and see them everyday, but they’re done with you. And how can you be any more than you are now, I guess you’ll just never be enough.

So you’re left mourning the end of a friendship, without even truly understanding what’s been lost.

And now your heart is f**king broken but who would even understand because are friend break-ups even a f*cking thing?

1w1wbigher06fan  asked:

Weirdest things sleep deprived Tim has said.

  • “how much money does it cost to End?”
  • “everyone tells me I’m a billionaire but I don’t carry anything but ones and fives so I think they’re lying”
  • “imagine batman but like…he’s wearing all green. he’d be like an oversized, terrifying leprechaun”
  • sometimes he uses like four different languages in one sentences and then he cries and says “I don’t even know what I’m saying.” Jason: “welcome to the club”
  • “what if popcorn was sold by the kernel?”
  • “words spelled with a “gh” that make an “f” sound annoy me so much. why don’t we spell it like “enuff”? I hate English.“

we can make it there, we can make it all alright

holy shit jesus chRIST im so overwhelmingly sick of this piece just be DONE DAMN YOU

ok so in all seriousness, it’s a redraw of this piece from about 3 years ago.
i’m very pleased with how this turned out! i managed to get the sort of mood i’d originally intended, and it’s a hell of a lot smoother than the original

…but seriously oh my God those back bricks Murdered Me never again

∑=MC^2 [Spencer Reid x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Could you do the anything you write on your skin appears on you your soulmates skin au with Reid”

A/N: I wasn’t too sure on what this AU was but I had it explained. I also made it so that names and places of living wouldn’t work because that would be to easy lol.

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You didn’t really understand the whole, write on your skin and it shows up on your soulmate’s skin thing. There were limits to it and rules. Knowing that you couldn’t put down your name or where you are because it wouldn’t show on their skin.

But what you also didn’t understand was what the hell your soulmate was constantly writing on his arm or hand. So many math equations and book references. Often times people would look at it and ask what the writing was, you’d simply answer “I guess my soulmate’s a math nerd?”

Not knowing how incredibly right you were.

You’re a simple grad student. Studying to become a psychiatrist, wanting nothing more than to help people. So all this writing on your arm was a bit distracting. Did your soulmate not know about the bond? Or just not have the time to find paper?

Who knows at this point, right now you were just trying to decipher what all of it was.

Sitting in a coffee shop you stared at your arm. Examining every piece of information. Letting out a huff at the undecipherable letters and numbers, except for the formula ∑=MC^2 which you recognized from senior year physics.

Giving up you clicked the power button on your computer. The screen lighting up before turning back off again. “What the hell?” you mumbled jamming the button a couple of times. “Shit” running your hands through your hair. “No, my resume. I didn’t save it.” groaning to nobody in particular. 

“Fear not!” a voice said from beside you. It startling you. “Oh god” holding your hand to your chest. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” A blonde woman said smiling. “I just saw you having computer troubles and I know my way around a motherboard so may I?” she gestured to your computer.

“Have at it” you pushed it toward her.

Shocked when witnessing her having it up and running within a few clicks. “What? How’d you?” reaching and moving the touch pad. Immediately saving your resume on the page. “Thank you so much! You just saved my future”

“No problem, I’m Penelope by the way” she held a hand out to you. “[F/n]” taking it while introducing yourself. Though her eyes widened at the mathematical equations and information on your arm. “Whoa” she said but soon recognized the handwriting. 

“Oh my god you need to come with me!” She began to smile excitedly. “Um okaay?” you said before grabbing your things and following her. Luckily not having any other plans that day.

Not expecting to end up inside the FBI building. “Am I allowed to be in here?” asking while following her through a hallway, to a pair of double glass doors.

“Yes, as long as you’re with me. I think.” Penelope said excitedly.

“Good morning princess” A man said coming over to you both. “Not now chocolate thunder I need to find Reid.” she held a finger to him while passing. “Um ouch” he commented catching up to you “I’m sorry who are you?” smiling at you.

“Uh [F/n], Penelope saved my computer, and told me I had to come with her here now. I’m just as confused as you are” you shrugged and he laughed. “Well that’s Garcia for ya. I’m SSA Derek Morgan, nice to meet you” offering you a hand.

“Likewise” shaking it in return. Walking into the bullpen Penelope yelled “REID!” startling you again. Damn she’s good at that.

A man looked up from his book to see the woman running over to him. “Come here” she pushed him toward you. “[F/n] meet Spencer, Spencer [F/n]” she quickly introduced you.

He smiled at you awkwardly, as you gave a simple “Hi” the other members in the area just watching confused.

“Uhh Garcia what’s going on?” Another blonde haired woman asked from her desk.

“J.J. Shh, [F/n] and Spencer are going to compare arms!” She turned back to the both of you. “COMPARE ARMS!” she yelled.

You pulled up your sleeve to reveal the writing on it. Spencer’s eyes widened before he did the same. “Boom soulmates! You’re welcome” she cheered as everyone, including you and Spencer, just stared shocked.

“Uhh” you said looking down at your arm. “Alright then. Just a few questions. What the hell is going on? What the hell is written on my arm? Are you some kind of Einstein or something? And do you want to get dinner this weekend?” your rapid tone disorienting a few of the profilers.

He processed your words for a moment before answering “Honestly couldn’t tell you. It’s a series of equations used from a case we just solved. I have an eidetic memory but that’s what some people say. And yes I would like to.”

You smiled, “Well glad that’s cleared up”

“I am as well. I look forward to getting to know you better” He smiled. Surprising all of his co-workers with his calmness.

“Did Reid just get a date?” Morgan looked at the other members confused before back at the pair of you. “Oh it’s the end times” Rossi commented before the whole team nodded.

Even a room full of profilers couldn’t decipher what just happened.

It’s one thing for Cartoon Network to release its own episodes early, not promote the show, not have reruns, put the show on hiatus with no warning or expected end date, etc.

But, now literal 9 year old children are somehow getting SU episodes, and putting them on Youtube.

Is this a master hacker’s little brother? The son of someone working on the show?

Just… what the actual f*ck @cartoonnetwork ? I feel bad for crewniverse, I really do.

BTS as things I've said during finals
  • Jin: I've been in this class for two years and the only thing I learned was that Ethan can eat a whole lemon in two minutes
  • Yoongi: I stopped studying once my Spotify free trial ended
  • Hoseok: *had two weeks to do an essay* *started the night it's due*
  • Namjoon: I should've listened three years ago
  • Jimin: If anyone gets 100% I will hunt them down and I'll probably cover their doorknob in Vaseline so they know what it feels like to have victory slipping away from them
  • Taehyung: The only thing I did to prepare myself was watching all seasons of Haikyuuu in two days
  • Jungkook: Why get an A for 'awful' when you can get an F for 'fantastic work keep it up!'
playing with fire (5) | taehyung

Originally posted by sugapium

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut

pairing: taehyung x reader 

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways. 

last chapter: part four 



   Lately, you were starting to like Taehyung’s company. He was more chill around you, and not as annoying as he used to be. But also his annoying and childish side was adorable to watch. You couldn’t believe it yourself. Not too long ago, you despised this boy for being able to breathe. Now the two of you were becoming somewhat, friends


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  • aight so who’s willing to bet that if genji still has hair he dyes it neon fucking green 
  • one night zenyatta just just goes to see genji because no one’s seen him all day and he just finds him with his head covered in tinfoil
  • zenyatta’s really confused for a minute before he remembers that some humans think tinfoil keeps aliens away
  • genji, meanwhile, still hasn’t said anything
  • zenyatta’s just “are you attempting to ward off the aliens?” 
  • genji looks appropriately alarmed for a minute before he just starts laughing
  • “something like that”
  • the next day genji’s hair is just neon green
  • hanzo smiles a little bit and even if he’ll never admit it he has to stop himself from reaching out and ruffling it
  • his hair gets caught in his visor and it matches and it’s hilarious 
  • MEANWHILE zenyatta thinks this is perfectly normal and one day he just paints his head green because of course that’s a natural hair color 
  • he goes to talk to genji and of course he’s totally chill because this is normal and genji just fucking wheezes 
  • zenyatta’s a little worried he’s going to overheat 
  • they let him float around like that for four fucking days 
  • in short they’re all assholes except zenyatta 
  • he just wanted hair guys

In 1941, Danish-born Inga Arvad was a hotshot journalist working for the Washington Times-Herald, and also a former beauty queen and actress. When she first set out to interview John F. Kennedy, there’s really only one way things could have gone… Although Kennedy was just a sickly 24-year-old Navy ensign at the time, he was already John “You Know What The ‘F’ Stands For” Kennedy. 

The two began a year-long affair that might have ended up in marriage, if not for JFK’s father, Joe, nixing the relationship. Old Joe’s reasons were typical, overprotective-father horse crap: He objected to the minor detail that Arvad was, in fact, already married. Also, he was kind of worried about the FBI actively investigating her as a possible Nazi spy. And he wasn’t super keen on the rumors that she might have also been banging Hitler.

You’ll notice this was a bit of a problem for a politically oriented family in a country that had just declared war against Germany. In fact, Kennedy prominently featured on the FBI’s surveillance tapes of Arvad, known as her mysterious suitor “Jack” – well before someone figured out who he really was.

5 Historical Plot Twists That Seem Too Crazy To Be Real

Things I liked about the new Beauty and the Beast

- Well done recreations of the music

- All in all appealing designs of characters

- Belle gets hit in the face with a snow ball and takes it

- I don’t care what y’all say Lefou was cute as fuck and I was so happy he bumped into a cute guy at the end of the movie

- Lefou

- “Be Our Guest” was so extra I loved it

- L e f o u

Rules of Engagement (shiro x reader)

Rules of Engagement

Shiro x Reader

Imagine: Being the communications specialist with Shiro and Matt at the garrison.

Warning: Just a little making out ;)

AN: Hey guys! I hope you all like this one, let me know what you liked, or if you have any requests!

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His lips felt like fire on her skin. There was no pulling away at this point, not that it even crossed her mind. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, his thigh positioned between her legs, how his fingers gripped her hips, all of it made it impossible to think of anything else, but how good it felt. This was definitely against protocol, the small portion of her brain that has retained its sanity thought in the back of her head. It all felt like a deram. And if it was she never wanted to wake up.

She and Shiro were on the same flight team at the garrison. He was the pilot, and she, his communications specialist. They were also accompanied by an engineer by the name of Matt Holt, she swore he was some kind of genius, it was the only explanation for how smart he was. They had all been friends, but with the hours spent in the flight simulator, the late night study sessions, the constant contact between them, they became much more than that. The connection between her and Shiro was unshakable, you would never see one without the other, inseparable. It wasn’t until their third year at the garrison, did they notice a change in their dynamic. They weren’t the only ones to notice this change, Matt knew something was going on between them, even if they didn’t know exactly what.

For weeks, it was nothing but chaos. Longing stares from across the room, lingering touches, constant blushing, all at the expense of Matt’s sanity. There was a time when the two of you could barely be in the same room, in fear that in your clumsy state, someone could get hurt. Matt didn’t mind at first, that is until your team failed the flight simulator, putting a permanent ‘F’ on his record. Shiro had gotten distracted by you, in the middle of the mission, when you cut your hand on a stray screw driver, causing Shiro to panic, and in the end, sent their team crashing to the ground in a blazing fireball. He’d had enough.

He told you both to meet him in room B26, to go over what went wrong, and finish the mission report on the simulation failure. Each of you feeling a different kind of shame in the failure of the basic sim, and each feeling that it was your fault things had gone south.

The next morning when you arrived at the room, you met with Shiro on the way, but neither of you could stand to meet the other’s gaze. Too embarrassed to think it was your lack to self control that had ruined the mission. Keeping your head bowed, you both entered the room, the first thing you noticed was how cold and damp it was, the lights were off making it hard to see exactly where you were. Shiro’s shins came in contact with a mop bucket, sending it skidding across the floor.

“What the- “ he began, his eyes adjusting enough to see the shelves that lined the walls, filled different cleaning supplies. “Is this… a Janitor’s closet?” thinking that they must have walked into the wrong room, Shiro turned to exit, only to have the door slammed in his face. Shocked, he rushed forward testing the doorknob, and finding it locked. Thinking it must have been an accident, he slammed his fist against the metal door trying to get the attention of whoever had closed the door.

“Hey! We are in here! The door is locked, can you open it?” he called, hoping they were still close enough to hear him. There was a moment of silence, before they heard a familiar voice reply.

“I’m not letting you out until you two work this out! I don’t know what is going on with you buys, but whatever ‘it’ is, fix it! I am not going to get another ‘F’ in that stupid simulator, just because you two are acting like lovesick teenagers!” Matt’s voice was filled with a mix of anger and frustration. There was another pause, followed by what Shiro assumed was a sigh. “I’ll be back in an hour.” he said more calmly before walking away, ignoring the protests from his teammates.

They spent the next 10 minutes searching for another way out, only finding 4 metal walls all lined with janitorial equipment, and an air vent, too small for either of them to fit through. Shiro was sure Matt had picked this room specifically for that reason, no way to escape. Giving up on that idea, they resorted to searching for a light switch, their eyes adjusting enough to see outlines in the darkness but not much else. The tension in the room was palpable, neither of them trusting themselves to address the elephant in the room, why they were locked in here in the first place, they both knew what Matt had said was true, but were not willing to address it as the problem it was. Until the pressure got the better of them.

“I’m sorry.” you both blurted out at the same time. Fumbling to recover, you turned to continue, but your foot caught on the bucket Shiro had knocked over earlier, sending you sprawling on the floor.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?!” Shiro asked rushing over to where he had heard you fall. Unfortunately, instead of helping you, he stepped on your hand. You cried out again, cradling your hand to your chest as you pushed back against the wall, pulling your knees in. Shiro’s heart felt like it was in his throat, how had he managed to mess this up even more?

“Oh God, (Y/N) I’m so sorry!” he stammered his panic rising up. Standing where he was he ran a shaking hand through his hair. He didn’t dare move again, scared that he would accidentally hurt you again, instead he decided to speak, and once he started, he couldn’t stop, everything just poured out of his mouth.

“This is all my fault. I just really like you, and you’re so pretty, and smart, and when you smile it makes my stomach go crazy, and you’re laugh, oh god, your laugh! It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! It’s just so hard for me to think when you’re around, my brain goes all fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything else. God, I should have known better, i should have tried harder to hide my feelings, or i should have transfered as soon as I realized I loved you, and, and now we are stuck in here, and you’re hurt and-” in the darkness, you made out his outline, and rose to your feet, equal parts shocked and thrilled to hear what he was saying. Reaching out you placed your hand on the side of his face, rendering him silent. You couldn’t see his face, and you prayed he couldn’t see yours, you could feel your cheeks reddening as you drew closer. He could feel you coming closer, your hand gliding over his face, your fingertips tracing the outline of his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers, as you moved your hand to the base of his neck, standing on your toes. You hesitated, your lips stopping just shy of his.

Swallowing his nerves, Shiro closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips with his. In that moment it was like a fire was lit between you. His hands were on you in an instant, pulling you closer as his mouth moved against yours. Pressing forward, you stumbled back, your shoulders hitting the metal walls of the room hard. Shiro only paused for a moment before he was on you again, pinning your body to the wall with his own. His fingers gripped your sides, pawing at the material of your uniform. Pressing closer, he fit himself against you, a leg between yours, his hips against yours, like fitting puzzle pieces together. His lips pulled away from yours, only to attach to the exposed skin on your neck. He groaned into the hollow of your neck, as you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly.

The heat between you continued to grow, and the once cold room felt like a furnace. So consumed in the moment, you both failed to notice the door to the room slide open. Matt caught site of the two of you, and paused for just a moment, as his mind registered the situation. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest, before clearing his throat. And just as quickly as it had started, the trance was broken. Shiro tore his body away from yours, his hair was sticking up in odd directions from where you fingers had mused it. While you pushed yourself off the wall, trying to stop your knees from shaking, and straighten your uniform at the same time, the small marks on your neck beginning to form. Both of your lips were swollen, and your faces were red, and in Matt’s opinion, you both looked thoroughly kissed. An amused smile pulled at Matt’s lips as he watched the two of you fumble to compose yourselves. No one spoke for a long moment, until finally, Matt broke the ice.

“Well,” he began, his voice eerily calm. “I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, cause I did, and for that reason, I planned ahead. Because if ‘this’” he gestured between the two of you quirking an eyebrow. “Is going to happen, there need to be some ground rules.” stepping forward, he reached into his bag and pulled out a large 3 ring binder, shoving it into Shiro’s chest, who caught it quickly, looking down at the cover.

“‘Rules and guidelines of dating a teammate’” he read aloud, lifting his eyes questioningly to Matt.

“Volume 1?” you read over Shiro’s arm. “How many volumes are there?” you asked watching Shiro flip through the pages, each filled with words, and some having charts and pictures… this was obviously something Matt had put time into, and it definitely took longer than the hour they had been in there.

“There are 2 others back in my room, but I haven’t finished editing them.” Matt answered calmly. You nearly choked, and Shiro swallowed thickly, his eyes wide. Indifferent, Matt continued. “Also, there will be a quiz, so I would suggest going on a ‘study date’ instead of making out in a janitor’s closet.” you heaved a sigh, before turning your eyes to Shiro, a smile pulled at you lips, despite the obvious dislike of the situation.

“I’m free tonight.” you said, Shiro’s heart skipped a beat. He would read 50 of Matt’s ridiculous rule books, if it meant he got to see you smile like that again.

The Profiler’s Safe Place [Spencer Reid x Reader]

Requested by anon: “I’m so glad you want Reid lol imagine being the person Reid goes to when he’s over thinking or panicked. Just being there for him when a case or situation is overwhelming. I think that’s cute and dramatic lol -🐞”

A/N: First Criminal Minds fic on this blog! How exciting. ^.^

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If their is one thing you consider your apartment, its safe. It has a good security system, locks, and of course the FBI agent who is your neighbor. Yes, Dr. Spencer Reid is your neighbor.

The two of you have become quite the friends. You’ve also even gotten to meet some of his co-workers/friends. They were all amazingly nice people, but they noticed how different your relationship was with Spence. It was completely friends, no co-worker, or case drama to mix in.

Over time your apartment has become a safe haven for the good doctor. No matter what time of day or night you’re always open to listen to his overly thunk thoughts or the nightmare he just had.

Often you’d even let him crash on your couch if it was late and he was still worked up.

All of these things made tonight no different. Finding him leaning against your door, looking like a lost puppy.

“Hey Spence” you greeted. Giving him a wide smile, something he dearly loved to see adhere your features.

“H-Hey [F/n], sorry to bother you just getting home but could we talk? Please?” his voice shaking a little as usual, for some reason it did that when he started talking but eventually warmed up to your presence. You thought this happened around everyone he was comfortable with but in fact it only happened around you.

This boy was head over heels for you. No matter how he’d like to deny it. He didn’t want to pull you intimately into the life of Rapists and Serial Killers.

“Of course, you know my door’s always open to you” Answering while unlocking your door.

He followed you in, taking his shoes off by the door. “What were you out doing tonight?” curious as to why you were later than usual.

“A date“ you answered simply. “Oh really?” he asked, his voice a bit pained.

“Yeah, it was a waste of time though. Guy was an ass. Last time I let my friend set me up with someone” you chuckled while standing in your kitchen. Having made some tea for the both of you. Not hearing his sigh of relief.

Meeting him at the couch you handed him a mug before sitting by his side. “So what’s got the doctor troubled?”

“I, um. You know how my mother has schizophrenia?” he asked hesitantly. You nodded having been told about his childhood already.

“Well I’m reaching the age where those symptoms begin to show, I mean I’ve had testing done and those results say I’m fine but there’s always the chance that I won’t be and it’s scary.” The pace of his words quick. He did that when trying to get a thought out or opening up to someone.

At this point you’re more than capable with keeping up with him. 

“Spence, yes there will always be risk factors but if the tests say you’re going to be okay you should trust them. Over thinking about what might happen will only affect your time in the present. Enjoy life in the moment. And if something does end up showing itself then we cross that bridge when we come to it” You comforted him. 

“But what happens if I do end up having something? What if I end up as bad as my mom?”

“Spence you know more than anyone that mental illness is different for everyone. There’s no guarantee that you will reach that point. But how things are going now, you’re about as normal as a genius can be” you giggled. Making a smile pull at his lips. 

“Thanks [F/n]. You always know just what to say.” he smiled at you. Relief filling you at seeing he’s back to his fact spewing self.

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” You laughed, shrugging. “I’ll always be here for you Spence, okay?” reassuring him at taking his hand. He smiled, lightly squeezing it.

“[F/n]?” he whispered, staring at your hands. “Yes?” you matched his tone.

Looking up at you, hope in his eyes. A completely new expression on his face, one of hope and confidence. “Would you maybe want to–” Though his voice was cut off by his phone ringing.

He apologized before answering, “Hey Hotch… Yeah I understand… I’ll leave now”

He hung up the phone and looked at you apologetically “I’m sor-” you stopped him by raising your hand, “No worries, duty calls” smiling at him. 

Getting up to leave he slipped on his shoes. He was halfway out the door when you stopped him. Looking at him from the couch you called, “Hey Spencer?” He looked back at you curiously. “Yes” you answered.

“What?“ His face contorting with confusion. 

“Yes, I’d love to get dinner with you.” He visibly tensed from shock. “Y-You mean?”

You chuckled, “Being friends with you I’ve picked up some profiling abilities. I finished the sentence for you, how’d I do?” smiling at him, a sparkle in your eyes.

He smiled and looked at his feet, “Great, you did a great job. I’ll uh, I’ll call you after the case” nerves twisted with happiness in his tone.

“I’m looking forward to it” you smiled. He waved before closing the door behind him. Biting your lip you smiled before nestling into the couch further. Unaware of Spencer high-fiving himself in the hallway.

Dear US Whovians/YA fans,

Tonight is your first chance to watch Class, the spin-off written and directed by British-American YA author Patrick Ness. If you have heard of it, you might have heard it’s been cancelled. This is a rumour printed by tabloids - Steven Moffat, Patrick Ness, and most of the cast have confirmed that NO DECISION HAS BEEN MADE YET. The decision is pretty much guaranteed to be made based on the American audience. It didn’t get much of a British audience, not because it’s bad - there is a very dedicated fandom right here on Tumblr who have got SO MUCH OUT OF IT and please, please join it! - but because it aired at ridiculous times and there just wasn’t enough promotion.

So anyway, this is a longwinded way of saying watch Class. Here’s why:

- A cast who really, really care about the show and their characters. Fady Elsayed, for example, he’s done about as much as anyone to promote the show tbh and he does an amazing job of taking a character who at the beginning of the series is essentially the ‘popular sportsperson’ trope and developing him into something a lot more complicated and a lot more loveable than that. He plays Ram with such depth that Patrick Ness’s writing really shines through. All the other characters are amazing too and played with such honesty and emotion it’s just really great to watch.

- REPRESENTATION. THERE IS NOT A NAMED STRAIGHT WHITE MALE IN THIS SHOW. The main cast is much up of two white women (one of whom has a disabled mother), a (disabled) Sikh boy, a black girl who’s also a prodigy - she skipped two years of school which DOES NOT HAPPEN in England, a Polish boy - and his boyfriend, Charlie, your new problematic fave. However, while they talk about their experiences as minorities and problems like homophobia and ignorance about religions come up they get to have adventures and struggles and drama and lives outside of this. It’s no big deal at all that they’re not straight white men.

- Men are allowed to cry and show different emotions and be human - one’s a geek with a questionable side, one’s really into sports and acts like an idiot but has a secret heart of gold, one’s adorable and sweet but will not hesitate to hit you if you threaten his boyfriend. Girls are allowed to be strong in a variety of ways - one makes a big deal out of being strong but still nice, another is a badass who would hurt you without damaging her six-inch heels and designer clothes if you called her nice, and the third is just super woke and intelligent but also starts learning to fight physically.

- Patrick Ness, as a YA author, understands how to write about teens. We see them deal with shock, grief, difficult relationships with parents, friends and themselves, as well as the other stuff teens worry about realistically - while still being part of a dramatic save-the-world story. This is why I think you should give it a try if you’re a YA Fan but not a Whovian.

- It plays with the whole ‘Alien’ concept really well by having aliens with a strict moral code that… isn’t human? It’s really hard to describe how this works but… the two main alien characters have emotions which we can 100% relate to (fear, guilt, love, loneliness) but they obviously aren’t human. They don’t see moral dilemmas the same way we would because the alien societies they grew up in different rules to ours and this is FASCINATING from an ethics point of view. Patrick Ness literally created two whole new moral codes and it is so amazing and interesting to see these interact with our way of doing things.

- Twelve has a f***ing awesome cameo in episode one, if you love Peter Capaldi’s doctor. If you’re not such a fan, the rest of it is the Class characters dealing with stuff - the whole point is what happens when the doctor leaves people behinf

- We have two major adorable ships who are just the actual cutest. Also… well-handled sex scenes with clear but not shoe-horned in consent, one of which is between two boys. Just saying.

- the end was really feelsy and we really really need Patrick Ness to play with our emotions in a season two ok


Ok, there’s more but I’m going to leave it there.

Just… Give this show a chance, ok?

anonymous asked:

I love your style soooo much. It's so appealing and it really inspires me to draw. I wanted to ask how you go about sketching? Like your process? I think that'd be really cool to see! ♡

AAAAH THANK YOU ;U; omg my sketching is really messy’’’’

1. do some rough simple shapes and guide lines (i dont really pay much attention to these lines anyway)
2. then i draw the eyes and nose (i tend to draw the nose first, it helps me to figure out where the eyes and mouth should be. For profiles i draw the eye first for the same reason)
3. then i do the jawline and forehead
4. … here is where i realize i f*cked up the size of the skull (i always do)
5. the ear
6. here i correct some things and change others (size of the ears, position of the eyebrows, mouth, etc; expression) it’s not always like this but sometimes i just don’t know what expression i want for the character so i figure it out in the process
7. draw the bangs
8. rest of the hair
9. clothes
10. and at the end i make the lines look “stronger” (idk how else to say it hahah my english sucks) and that’s it <3 i hope you find this useful!

Goodbye Internet.

Summary- In which Dan ruined what him and Phil had and made his last video. 

Genre- Angst?

Word Count - 1.7k 


The flat the two shared used to be full of life and happiness, now it was only full of sadness and regret. Dan had messed up big time, him and Phil fought. Now Phil was gone and Dan couldn’t forget him. He was everywhere he looked. Dan couldn’t bear though to get rid of the things they had together. He couldn’t even be bothered to pick up the engagement ring Phil threw back to him just before he left. “Fuck you Dan. I trusted you with my life and agreed to marry you and you went sleeping around?” Phil scoffed, twisting the ring off his finger. His face was tight, the veins in his neck popping out as his eyes watered. “Here”. He threw the ring at Dan, hitting his chest. Dan watched it fall to his feet along with his heart. “I changed my mind. I’ll get my stuff over the week.” He turned and walked out, slamming the door, leaving Dan standing there with tears falling from his eyes, landing around the ring on the floor. 

About a month ago it hit Dan, he was getting married. He wanted to marry Phil, god he did. He was scared and did what he usually did. Dan ran. He ran from his fear, ran from everything and into the arms of another person. A few actually. Thinking back now, Dan realized they all had one thing in common, they were just like Phil. Every woman he went home with was a huge kid on the inside with the sweetest smile. If Dan went home with a guy he noticed things about them to, they all were nerdy and had the sweetest personalities.

Staring at the ceiling as his fairy lights shone above him, illuminating the room with a melancholy mist. Dan hadn’t done much of anything since Phil left. He hadn’t gotten out of bed unless he needed to use the bathroom or wanted a drink or snack. Even then he just started hoarding bags of maltesers and water bottles in his room so he wouldn’t have to leave as much. Unlike the rest of the house, Dan’s room was black and white basically. The less color he had the better. To Dan, Phil was like a bunch of colors that shone brightly making everyone happy. Except Dan, the colors only made him sad now.

Tears slipped from his eyes and slid down the sides of his face. He didn’t want to continue YouTube alone, he didn’t want to abandon the gaming channel, let alone his own but he couldn’t do it. He met Phil through YouTube, and it ended on YouTube.

Sighing, Dan found the strength to climb out of bed. His head throbbed in pain as he walked to the bathroom, his head dropping once he saw his appearance. His hair was greasy and curled, bags and dark circles were under his eyes. His shoulders drooped and his clothes hung off his body. He was wearing grey sweatpants that were big on him alone and a jumper that was way too big for him.

Tears fell from his eyes again as a sob crashed through his body. Dan leaned against the wall and slid down, fully sobbing now. “I-I’m so sorry P-Phil.” He gasped through every cry to himself. He doubted he’d ever get to tell him how sorry he was. Phil was right in Dan’s mind to leave. He didn’t deserve Phil, he never did and he proved that.

Dan couldn’t do this. He wasn’t happy. YouTube doesn’t make him happy anymore. It’s been a week, almost two now since he even logged on. He sat there on the bathroom floor for hours thinking it over.

Music blasted in his headphones, and he stared at the tiled wall. Was he doing this? “I guess I am,” he mumbled, the life drained from him. He pulled himself up and trudged back to his room, setting the camera up in front of his bed. Turning the camera on he sat there for five minutes before saying anything.

“Hello internet,” he waved his hand. His voice wasn’t happy like it usually was when he did his intros, then again he wasn’t happy anymore. “I look like a literal rat right now, and I deserve to.”

Dan sighed and hung his head trying to think of how he wanted to explain everything. The fans never knew that him and Phil were together, so how was to explain what happened without outing them. Hopefully Phil wouldn’t hate his anymore than he already did..

“As you guys probably have noticed, Phil and I are no longer gonna be living together.” Dan bite his lip and looked down. “A-And it’s all my fault.” He looked into the viewfinder for a brief moment to see how he was doing.

“Phil and I were a couple. I asked him to be my boyfriend back in 2011 and he said yes.” Dan smiled but that smile was nothing but sadness anymore. “We went through tough times like any other couple, as you all know we grew apart in 2012, but we came back around.”

Dan could feel tears forming back in his eyes but he refused to let them fall again. “After being together for over 5 years, I decided I would ask him to marry me. I wanted to make it perfect, because that’s what Phil deserves. I planned a trip back to where it all started. You were so clueless. My heart was soaring, beating out of my chest. I was gonna ask you to marry me and I was terrified you would say no. Looking back? You should have, but for some reason you chose to say yes.”

Laughing a bit Dan remember how nervous he had been that day. “I took you to the train station where we met for the first time. I was nervous to get off the train that day. I was worried you would hate the me you would see in person.”

A single tear rolled down his cheek, “W-we planned to get married in May. We planned on recording bits of it, and uploading a vlog as a surprise to you guys.” Dan chuckled, “Some of you, many of you actually would have been expecting it.”

Dan closed his eyes and let the tears roll freely now. He brought his hand up and covered his mouth, letting sobs escape his body. His eyes were more than likely bloodshot as he looked back into the camera. “Then I fucked up big time.” Came from his lips in a whisper.

“Loyalty is something everyone deserves. T-trust to, and I broke both of those things. P-phil… If you by some chance watch this, not that you would want to see me again in any form, but I-I’m so sorry. You should never forgive m-me. I was scared. I s-still am now that I’m alone again because I-I’m so used to having you here. It’s not the same. There’s no dork to greet me when I finally crawl out of bed, no one to help when I fall into an existential crisis. I fucking took you for granted, and I will never f-forgive myself for that.”

Dan fell back onto his bed and let the sobs come, the tears pour. A good 15 minutes later once he composed himself, he sat back up and looked into the camera. “I che-cheated on P-Phil Lester. I fucking hate myself f-for it.” He wiped his eyes before looking back into the camera.

“It hit me that I was getting married and I started to panic. I started thinking about how Phil, how you could c-change your mi-mind any moment and it scared me. So, like any other time I was scared, I ran. Instead of running to you, I ran from you. Into the arms of others.”

“I want you guys to do me a favor. I want you all to, if you love somebody, make sure you tell them. If you get scared f-fucking tell them! Don’t do what I did. Don’t be stupid and cost yourself the one person you can’t live without. This? This hurts like fucking hell and it sucks. Phil, you mean everything to me an- and I’ll never get you back and I deserve that. I deserve to be lonely and to never hear from you again.”

Dan sighed, scared shitless to end this video. His face was tear stained, his sleeves were damp from crying and his eyes were bloodshot and puffy. “The last few things I w-want to say to end this on… I-I’m moving. I don’t know where, but somewhere. Hell, I don’t even know if I’ll stay in London, it all hurts too much. J-just like this… YouTube used to make me happy. Now it mocks me. I look and see most of the videos I created were with you Phil and I can’t do it. So, this is it. No more Danisnotonfire. No more live shows, no more updates. I’m going back to being Dan, and getting rid of my internet persona I’ve built over the years. Please, if you guys see me in public, please don’t come up to me. I don’t want this “fame”,” Dan put hand quotations around fame. He never considered himself a famous person. Just someone on the internet. “I loved meeting you guys, but when your other half is missing you just don’t want to continue.”

Dan sighed one last time and wiped his eyes before looking into the camera. “I’m Dan and this was Danisnotonfire. Goodbye internet.”

-

Dan had just finishing packing up the last box of things from his bedroom. He was moving back home, not too far from his parents’ house. Carrying the box out to the lounge, he looked around. What was once a happy place was now nothing but a bad memory. The ring he gave Phil lived in his wallet. The remains of his YouTube career were going with him. He had uploaded the video a week ago and wasn’t sure how everyone was reacting. He didn’t check the comments or look on any social media. He was too scared.

Dan’s phone went off in his hand and he looked at it.

YouTube: AmazingPhil has just uploaded a video: Phil’s Final Video Blog - 2nd March 2017


Part 2

anonymous asked:

Jack is clueless about baking and cooking but there is one thing he can make really really well, like possibly better than Bitty, and it's coq au vin. His grandmere used to make it and it's something he grew up knowing how to do. But ask him to make pancakes and he has no idea what the f to do.

I got a lot of requests to continue the Chubby History Buff!Jack AU. While this isn’t exactly what people asked for on either end, I liked the idea of this prompt existing in the same universe so I decided to kill two birds with one stone. This is set as some vague point in the future, obviously far along enough that Jack and Bitty are fairly comfortable with one another. Enjoy!


It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

There had been a well thought out and precisely scheduled plan.

5:00 AM Wake-up

5:30-6:30 Take dog for a run

6:30-7 Shower

7-7:30 Feed dog, get out needed ingredients

7:30-8 Scramble eggs, chop fruit, make pancakes

8-8:15 Assemble breakfast tray

8:15-8:30 Surprise Bitty with breakfast in bed

Everything had gone great up until 7:15. Feeding Hanna had been fine (at the very least he could feed a dog, Jack thought miserably), but when he went to pull out the pancake ingredients he only had skim, not whole milk and baking soda not baking powder. But surely it can’t make that significant of a difference, he thought like an idiot, surely milk is milk and the two powdery substances both have the word “baking” in it.

How very wrong he was.

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A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.

B. FAVORITE BAND.

C. WHO I LIKE AND WHY I LIKE THEM.

D. HARDEST THING I’VE EVER BEEN THROUGH.

E. MY BEST FRIEND.

F. MY FAVOURITE MOVIE.

G. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.

H. DO I SMOKE/DRINK?

I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

J. WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GET OLDER.

K. RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS.

L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.

M. VIRGIN OR NOT?

N. FAVOURITE PLACE TO SHOP AT?

O. MY EYE COLOUR.

P. FAVORITE FOOD?

Q. RELATIONSHIP STATUS AS OF RIGHT NOW.

R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.

S. A RANDOM FACT ABOUT MYSELF.

T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.

U. WHERE I WANT TO BE RIGHT NOW.

V. LAST TIME I CRIED.

W. CONCERTS I’VE BEEN TO.

X. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF (…)?

Y. DO YOU ENJOY SCHOOL?

Z. HOW ARE YOU?

POWER | GREED | BASIC NEEDS - Anakin Skywalker’s viewpoint.

Something’s happening. I’m not the Jedi I should be. I want more. And I know I shouldn’t.” — Anakin Skywalker.

You know as much as I loathe Palpatine; I always admired his deviousness. The Jedi took in this poor slave kid and forced their rules on him (for all the good that brought them) and as Jedi; Anakin wasn’t supposed to have anything, let alone “want” something.

“WAIT!! Padmé offered him to go with her in RotS!” Yes, and she was reaching out to him, however, Obi-Wan chose that wrong time to show up, so scratch that.

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This video is killing me with the realness

Some of my favorite quotes:

“They will send me messages asking me to look at various people’s astrological charts, and they always have multiple people that they are romantically interested in, and they’re trying to consider which is the better match for them.  You know, most people don’t really think about relationships that much, they just get involved in them. But there is always something to weigh out and consider when it comes to Venus in Gemini.”

“If you get them involved in a relationship…you must have really done something to get their attention, because they get bored very easily.”

“You might’ve even thought at first that they were really, really into you, and, yes–half of them is really into you, but the other half couldn’t f**king care less.

“Venus in Gemini does this, like, scanning, sort of, hopping around thing, like, waiting until they find a real connection, and someone they feel like can relate to both sides of them, because it’s almost like there’s two of them, that needs to be loved, all within the same person! So, it’s a little 
bit more difficult to make them feel loved than it is for most Venus signs.”

“I almost feel like it’s a defense mechanism if they won’t try a bunch of different things with you. Like, ‘Okay, we just got involved together, and if we try bondage for the first night we f**k, then I might fall in love with you, so we have to keep it vanilla for a while.’”

“One of the most complicated things is, most of the relationships that they end in their life, they don’t even actually know why they want to break up.  These people don’t even fully understand themselves.  They don’t even fully understand what they want.  They just know that they’re not pleased, so they have to keep looking.

“If they have sex with you, and they just look around at their life, and they’re like ‘Well, nothing’s changed,’ then…they’re going to break up with you! Pretty much. They’re not going to keep f**king you.”

“So, when you’re dealing with someone who’s completely indecisive about what they want, I’m not sure if the better strategy is to be able to figure out what they want when they can’t, or if it’s just luck, and you just throw something at them, and they will not have even known that they wanted it, but they’re gonna worship you, because they’re gonna be like ‘Oh my god, how did you know that I wanted that?’ and they didn’t say anything, which they probably should, but they don’t even know themselves, like, they’re completely confused.”

“They’re more likely to just pick up a new romantic interest if they are bored. And most do people bore them.”

“It doesn’t matter so much what you do for them, because, they can still get very bored.  They’re not looking to be with the nicest person in the world, they’re looking to be with the most entertaining person in the world.  They want to be entertained.  That’s what they came here for.”

“…the surefire way to know if they like you is if they want to consistently keep spending time with you. “

“They’re generally not the type who’s going to want to do a lot for you, in the relationship, because they think their commitment should be enough.  The fact that they stopped jumping around like a bunny with ADHD should be flattering enough to you.  And you shouldn’t need them to make you pancakes, or anything like that.”

She does compatibility in the second half of the video :)