“Emma and the heroes never help Belle, Emma is a terrible friend to Belle.” I keep seeing variations of this, but like… when was the last time Belle asked Emma for help, or let her know she needed help? Not in the Underworld. As far as I can recall, Belle went to Zelena for help. Not Emma.
Belle asked for the heroes’ help when Rumple was dying because of the darkness in his heart. And what did they do? They helped. They took it out of him. Which ultimately resulted in Emma taking on the Dark One curse herself, to save everyone else from its effects. All of that stemmed from the fact that they took the Dark One out of Rumple, to help him, at Belle’s request. And yes, it all went very wrong and bad things happened, but the fact remains that if it weren’t for the heroes, Rumple would be dead. He’d have died back in season 4, end of story. If it weren’t for the need to save Rumple’s life, Emma (and by extension Hook) would never have become the Dark One.
Not to mention - why does Belle ever need help? With her baby, with Rumple, with anything ever? Trace it back, and it’s basically always because of Rumple. His deals. His lies. His mistakes.
But no, it’s not Rumple’s fault. It’s not Rumple who’s terrible. It’s Emma’s fault for not fixing everything he broke, because why blame the man when you can find a woman to blame instead, right? Hmmm.
Of course it doesn’t all balance out perfectly. Belle stood by and did nothing while Emma was dying behind the ice wall. Dark!Emma threatened Belle. The heroes were willing to sacrifice Rumple to save the town; Rumple was willing to sacrifice the town to save himself. Hook threatened and shot Belle; Hook saved Belle’s life and protected her, several times. But overall, to act like Emma & Co have never done anything for Belle is just not consistent with canon. They’re friends. They’ve had a rough history, but honestly, all of these characters do. It’s part of the journey.
Oh my God, my dash is fucking annoying today.
People are completely twisting and oversimplifying anti OQ arguments to make them seem ridiculous and to make it look like you don’t really understand Regina if you hate OQ and that you’re racist for thinking it’s better for her to be single and happy in the end than with some random underdeveloped love interest. Ignoring that most of us who think she’d be better single, also think the same about Emma.
I’m annoyed, I should take some time away from tumblr.
Prompt: Stiles accidentally does something to Y/N in class.
*Not my gif*
The pack were sitting at a table because it was lunch time. I noticed a girl who I never saw before. “Hey, guys. Who’s the new girl?” They followed my gaze and saw the girl too. “I believe her name was Y/N L/N. She is in my math class.”, Lydia answered. She was pretty. “Like what you see Stiles.”, Scott joked. “I was just looking.”, Scott gave me a look. “You know that we can hear your heartbeat, right?” They all laughed I on the other hand looked annoyed. The bell rang and we went to our class. I had this class with Scott.
When we sat in the class on the second row from behind and I wasn’t paying attention. “As you can see we got a new student.”, and that grabbed my attention. Everybody looked at her as she gave a shy smile. I looked at Scott and we smiled at each other. “Go sit next to the person I pair you with”, I dozed off as the teacher said the groups. “Stiles and Y/N.”, I blinked. I saw Scott already smiling at me. I pumped my fist in to the air. But that didn’t end well.
“Fuck.”, I heard someone mumble next to me as I hit something. It was Y/N. She was grabbing her nose. I hit her nose. “Oh god.”, I said while Scott was trying to hold in his laugh. “Can I go to the toilet?”, Y/N asked and of course the teacher said yes. Scott leaned to me. “Good job.”, I rolled my eyes. After about five minutes she came back and sat next to me. “Well, you’re probably wondering why you needed to sit next to each other. We’re gonna work in projects. You work with the person next to you.”,
“What do you mean I have to work with Stiles, he just tried to kill me.”, Y/N joked. The class laughed and I buried my face in my hands. After the teacher explained everything we could start. “Are you going to talk to me or just staring at me?”, Y/N said while looking at me with a smile. “I’m sorry I accidentally punched you in the face. I just was too overexcited about something.”, I said while not looking at her. She gave a little laugh. “It’s ok. I understand you didn’t wanted to punch me on purpose.”, I looked at her and gave a smile. “I’m Stiles.”
“I’m Y/N.”, and we shook each other hands. “I know. I saw you in the lunch break.”, I realized what I just said. “No, no, no not like that.”, she smiled. “So you planned to punch me.”, she joked. “I dropped my head on my desk and everybody looked at us. Y/N was laughing. "You’re not gonna let that go, do you?”
“You could say you made a really good first impression.”, and we worked further on the project while Scott was listening to our conversation.
A/N: Here is a Stiles Stilinski Imagine! Hope you like it. You can ask requests if you want. :D
I had a patient ask me the other day “what makes a good patient for a nurse?”. He clarified that he didn’t mean people who take meds and are compliant, but rather what makes a patient a good experience for the nurse.
I wanted to drag him into room 4 and point at my sweet little old lady and say,
“This is Susan*. She is currently having a heart attack and we are taking her to the cath lab in the morning. We’ve stuck her approximately 12 times to get blood and IVs today. Her family calls every 30 minutes for dumb shit. She’s the sickest one on the floor right now. All the orders and all the call bells are annoying as shit. But Susan? I told Susan that this did not mean she got a pass on buying her family Christmas presents and to stop being so melodramatic and she laughed so hard I almost threw her on a Venti mask. She’s absolutely terrified and I don’t blame her, but she recognizes that I’m trying. That’s what makes a good patient; when they understand that I am doing all that I can and yes, sometimes that isn’t good enough, but it’s literally all I can do.”
And whadda ya know but after that story that motherfucker laughed at all of my inappropriately sarcastic jokes and actually listened to my discharge teaching.
weeks Harry Potter Character Design Challenge was Peeves the
Poltergeist. The very mischievous entity wasn’t shown in the movies,
but was a very annoying character in the books. The descriptions of him
made me think that he was probably a court jester or a kind of demon . .
. so here he is dropping water balloons on Hogwarts students (hes
thrown worse at students lol).
For anon…another AU, high school this time, enjoy!
“What?” you and Hux yelled simultaneously at your teacher. “Y/N and Hux, you two are partners.” “You must be joking,” Hux exasperated, “I have to work with them?” “Oh like you’re a walk in the park,” you snapped back. “At least I can remain civil.” “Civil? You’re yelling just as much as me, bub!” “Quiet! Both of you,” the teacher snapped, “And sit down!”
The two of you sunk back into your seats. You crossed your arms over your chest. Hux turned his head to look out the window. The teacher sighed.
“You two are partners for this one project. That’s not going to change. Got it?”
You huffed your response as Hux nodded. The teacher continued calling out partners until the bell rang. Annoyed, you hurried over to the ginger.
“Listen here, Raggedy Andy, let’s finish this thing as soon as possible so we can stay the hell away from each other.” “There’s something we can agree on,” he huffed. “Good. My place at three.”
Before he could respond, you turned on your heel and left. He stood in the hallway, watching you leave. His gaze softened slightly.
You sat at the kitchen table, writing in your notebook, quietly. Hux sat opposite of you with his laptop. You had been working on this project for just about a week now. Your fights had minimized to once every half hour. Without glancing up, you spoke.
“Find anything on the Jedi Code, yet?” He rolled his eyes. “Believe it or not, there are very little records of it.” “Must’ve been more of an oral code,” you muttered while handing him part of your paper, “Check out this website.”
He nodded while looking at it. You continued to write in your notepad. As time went by, Hux’s eyes shifted from the screen to you. This was the most peaceful he had seen you, biting your pencil slightly. You weren’t scowling or yelling, just sitting. He found that you were incredibly intelligent, which intrigued him since you only spoke to yell at him. The red head blinked before returning his attention to the screen. His eyes lit up.
“I’ve got something,” he told you. He shifted the laptop to face you. “It seems that Coruscant was where the Jedi Temple was located.”
You listened quietly as he explained the contents of the page. Your eyes briefly flicked up to meet his. You could tell he seemed rather pleased with himself for finding this information. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. When he finished, you stood up, grabbing your keys.
“Come on then,” you told him, motioning for him to stand, “We’ll head over and check it out. His eyes bugged a bit. “Won’t your parents worry? Coruscant is 15 parsecs away and you can’t use hyperdrive for another year.” “I doubt my parents will be home long enough to notice,” you said not seeing him frown, “Besides, do you wanna get this project done?”
You noticed a moment of hesitation before he nodded. You waved your hand at him as you headed toward the door.
“And…we’re finished,” you declared raising your fists in the air.
You rolled your head back and let out a yawn. Hux smirked to himself. Both of you had finished the large report with a week to spare. The ginger just remained in his seat. He frowned slightly as he realized he wouldn’t be around you nearly everyday. You tilted your head back up to see his eyes glazed over.
“Are you alright, Hux?” you asked. “I suppose…we go back to how it was,” he replied. “To how what was?” He flicked his eyes to yours. “Bickering. Screaming. Ready to rip each other’s throats out.” You smirked slightly. “There are other ways to direct our emotions.”
A smirk tugged at his lips. You let out a chuckle, causing him to join in as well. After a moment, you stood from your chair and plopped down next to him on your couch. You let out another giggle.
“I bet our teachers are gonna be relieved we don’t fight as much.” Hux licked his lips. “More like celebrating.” You glanced at him. “We really did argue a lot, didn’t we?” “A little to much for my taste, love.”
Both of your eyes widened with shock. Hux was soon covered with a reddish blush.
“I-uh-It slipped…” he paused to take a breath, “No. I meant it. I don’t know how, Y/N, but I’ve managed to fall in love with you over this past month.” It was your turn to blush. “So…it wasn’t just me?” He shook his head with a smirk. “No. Definitely not.”
You leaned closer and gave him a soft kiss. He grinned against your lips. He breathed a chuckle onto your skin.
“I don’t think our teachers will appreciate the result of this,” he teased. You smirked. “At least, not the teachers who’ve sat us next to each other.”
Can I buy them matching collars with cute lil' bells pls???!!! (🌺><)~ I can't add the punk spikes cuz danger but I will make sure they look as hardcore as possible without destroying their adorbznezz~ (🌺⭐⭐)~🌈
Cheeto looks fine…a bell will annoy him…and I don’t think Foofy would like it…but maybe a collar for Cheeto…one that makes him look handsome…
the front door swung open, the same old annoying bell sound rang in your ears as the regular customer walked up the the front, pulling out his wallet. “one pack of mal-” he said but you already had the pack of Marlboro cigarettes on the counter. you flashed him a quick smile before ringing him up. “how’d you know?” he asked grabbing the pack of cigs and handing you five dollars. “you come in everyday asking for those” you said handing him his change and you walked down from the cashiers someone took your place. “let me guess, you smoke a pack of those a day” you said following him out the gas station store and he laughed “yep” he said pulling a cigarette out and offering it to you. you took it from him as he pulled one out for himself and lit the two of yours. “im calum” he said removing the cig from his plump pink lips before placing the cig back to his lips. “y/n” you said as you blew out a puff of smoke and he coughed. you looked at the brown boy, admiring the way he held the cigarette between his brown fingers. you breathed in smelling the perfect mixture of smoke and cologne. he dragged his finger threw his hair before looking over at you and you turned your head.
ever since that day, the two of you were smoking buddies. the both of you would sit behind the back of the gas station and talk about what went on in eachothers lives. “you’re so stupid” you laughed at him and he elbowed you. “how can you say that, you’re practically in love with me” he joked with a smirk and you rolled your eyes. “am not” you argued and blew a puff of smoke in his face and he blew some back in yours. “stop it!” you laughed fanning the smoke away from your face. “make me” he said and you push your lips on his, enhaling the smoke in his mouth. you pulled your mouth away with a laugh as you placed your cig back on your lips and he had a smirk on his face.