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Best Friend Starters!

{Text}: Go to bed and stop texting me. This isn’t the intended use of emojis.

“Hey, I read about this super illegal thing and I think we should do it.” 

“GET DOWN FROM THERE BEFORE I HAVE TO COME GET YOU!” 

“Do you think foods have feelings? Maybe that gumball I dropped today was sad I didn’t eat him…”

“No, we can’t buy five hundred pugs.” 

“What do you mean I’m too loud? It’s not like I’m SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR!” 

“If I go down you’re coming with me! This is a mutual effort!” 

“I’m not picking your drunk ass up at three in the morning anymore.” 

“Stop coming into my house to sleep on my couch! Someday you’re going to find the door locked.” 

“Oof, get off! You’re too heavy!” 

“I honestly think you belong in a cell, but again, I guess we’d be cellmates.” 

“Now who the fuck took my skittles? It was you, wasn’t it, you smug little-” 

“Somehow I don’t think the teacher believed our story about the sword wielding elves breaking the window…” 

“BUDDY SYSTEM IS IMPORTANT, YOU MIGHT GET LOST! NOW GIMME YOUR HAND.” 

“I don’t care if you didn’t wanna share, it’s mine now!” 

“YOU ARE A DICK. Also I’m at your door, let me in.” 

“C’mon, smile…I’ll tickle you if I have to!” 

“You’re sad. Don’t lie to me. I see the pouty thing you do.” 

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?” 

“You can’t even reach me to hit me, shortie-OW!!” 

anonymous asked:

(chanting begins at a distance) buullet points... buuullet points... Buullet Points! BUUllet POOints! BUUUULLEEET POOints! BUUUUUUUULLLEEEETTT POOOINNTTSS!!!! (CHANTING CONTINUES AT A DISTANCE)

you had me at the first chant friend

  • the first couple of times lena sees krypto, she’s still not exactly sure?? how to act around him??
    • she’ll always hesitate right before touching him because?? this is what she does right?
    • but krypto, he just is one of those dogs that seeks constant affection
      • he always wants people to pet him or sit in their lap. but he’s massive, so it’s a little hard. he’s either one of those big dogs that doesn’t really understand he’s huge or he knows that, but it’s still nice to be held sometimes
        • lena can understand that
    • so he nudges her hand or bumps up against her, and lena’s so surprised, because it just- he’s so soft and sweet and doesn’t really expect more from her than a simple pat. she can handle that, it’s good
  • kara, oh she wants to help and say yes, this okay, he already likes you a ton, but she tries to tone it down and just let it play out
    • even though it hurts her heart just a little (it’s a lot, it hurts a lot), because she knows lena sometimes does the same with her. she’ll look up and lena’s hand will be there, just barely refraining from touching her or she’ll draw away, fingers curling in her fist
    • but it’s okay, because krypto can do his friendly nudges that gets this precious, beautiful- oh gosh, she’s so gone already- but this little smile on lena’s face and kara can make sure lena knows she’s there for her and make sure she’s not at the office too late and have you eaten yet lena??
  • one time kara convinces (that implies it took multiple attempts from kara, but really, no lena said yes immediately) lena to come on a walk with them
    • but of course, of course, kara’s got to go be a hero, and she’s not really thinking when she shoves krypto’s leash into lena’s hand with a promise that she’ll be back soon
      • krypto always tries to follow along, but she can’t- she can’t bring him, because she knows it’d be a lot easier to make him disappear than her once someone catches wind of a superpowered dog
    • lena and krypto just stare at each other for a moment
    • and then he just bolts, and yes, there’s multiple photos of lena luthor, the lena luthor being dragged around by some dog
      • kara finds them two miles from where she left them and she’s just??
      • krypto looks thrilled and lena, poor lena looks like she’s been dragged bushes and grass -she was- and are those feathers??
      • but there’s this thrilled smile on lena’s face and oh, maybe kara forgets to breathe for a second but it’s okay, it’s okay because she doesn’t really have to do that but so often and it gives her an extra minute to stare
  • once kara and lena get closer (ha, see what i did there?), krypto hates it, he’s such a baby, he hates it when lena leaves
    • he’ll howl at the door for hours
      • kara’s neighbors no longer like her which just sucks?? there’s this nice older lady who used to give her any leftovers she had?? and krypto, i can’t survive without those leftovers. cookies, krypto, she’d bake me cookies
      • that’s a lie. no one can stay mad at that duo. they are only slightly annoyed
        • kara still gets her food and now treats are passed to krypto too
    • anyway, lena suggests- and she’s so worried, because is this too much but kara always tries to make sure she’s comfortable and never ridicules her and krypto just looks so sad when she leaves- so she suggests that she can take him to work one day
      • he usually stays at home or kara takes him to the deo. all the agents love him. lena’s slightly worried about his treat intake
        • j’onn totally has a bag of treats in his desk and yes, that’s a bed under it too, it’s uncomfortable on these floors, Kara
    • kara brightens at the idea and krypto? he’s definitely got some pep to his step when lena walks him into l-corp
      • he just dozes by lena’s desk. sometimes lena takes off her heels and krypto just plops down beside her feet and it’s nice and warm. his little huffs against her feet, it’s so cute
    • and when some jerk comes in a little louder than he should, a little more in lena’s space than anyone should be- it’s intimidating. lena doesn’t let it show, but she doesn’t like people in her space, she’s not used to it- krypto is between them so fast
      • no one wants to mess with this huge dog that’s just staring them down
      • lena says fuck it, krypto gets all the treats
  • sometimes lena wonders if this is how she goes, stuck between kara and krypto
    • kara always just curls around her, and it’s nice (it’s wonderful actually, it’s- it’s something she’s never experienced before, kara’s need to be close and there and oh, it’s so wonderful)
      • but it’s really hot?? not in a good way. and kara never really has on the air, because she doesn’t notice it, so it takes a few times of lena coming over before kara thinks to start turning it on
    • but with krypto added to the mix?? lena thinks she’s about to mcfreaking die
      • he tries wiggling between them, oh gosh he loves them so much, but kara just clings to lena, so eventually he gives up and just sprawls out over the both of them and lena??
        • she’s dying. she’s sweating so bad 
        • and kara, she’s so precious, sometimes she’ll notice it, but it’s the middle of the night and snapper is harassing her constantly between crime fighting so she’s tired 
          • sleepy kara is so adorable, lena doesn’t stand a chance
      • but she’s a more than a little drowsy anytime she notices lena’s suffering™ and just sort of reaches over and do you have a fever? you’re really hot
      • and then krypto’s noticing they’re awake and is crawling all over them and kara’s hovering because she’s worried and lena is still hot but mostly she’s in love because she’s got kara and krypto and they’re so amazing and they’re her family, so she just waves them off and gets them to go back to sleep
        • she maybe switches out the thick comforters kara has, but it’s life or death come on
        • alex has to tell kara remember to turn on the air before you cause your girlfriend to have a heat stroke
  • game nights are ridiculous
    • kara and krypto have seem to come to the agreement to help each other steal food from everyone’s plates??
    • no one can resist big, fluffy krypto rolling over beside them or oh, offering his cute paw to shake and kara’s just plucking food right off their plate
      • she teaches krypto to high five just so they can do it after a sucessful operation
    • and all kara has to do is throw an arm around alex or get winn talking about the latest alien with james to distract them. she presses a kiss to lena’s cheek- screw sauve lena luthor, she’s a dork and in love and yes, that’s all it takes for lena to get flustered and distracted when it comes to kara
      • they are the most adorable team. everyone knows what’s happening, they don’t care
  • kara and lena try and go on a trip for a weekend, and winn and james convince them to leave krypto for a guys night
      • it’s good because krypto can get overwhelmed too. when the lights and sounds are too much and a completely different place may get too rough for the doggo
    • kara and lena call constantly. it’s so fucking ridiculous. james starts ignoring their calls until lena threatens to fuck up his suit. he doesn’t know how, but all he knows is that winn swallows nervously, tugging on his tie and that lena is not to be messed with
      • not because she’s a luthor. they had their issues when they first met. more james being untrusting because his best friend suffered at the hands of her brother, but now? not even mentioning the sappy way she looks at kara or they way, oh she melts anytime kara walks into the room or is mentioned, but just simply lena- there’s nothing simple about her, she’s smart and gentle to the ones she loves and is amazing- lena is good
      • but because he’s seen her at game nights. she’s ruthless man, no mercy.
        • she loans kara money in monopoly everytime
      • he makes sure to answer every call after that
    • by the time they get back, kara opens the door and it’s just. a mess. there’s food boxes everywhere and the curtains are ripped and lena, the table’s broken, why is the table broken
      • winn is passed out on the chair with his tie half eaten and james is on the floor
      • krypto looks very comfortable on the couch with a blanket
        • he’s even happier when he sees his two favorite people are back, and they just hug him so tight. it’s so cute to see.

this got really long, i’m going to stop

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Misawa day theme: AU
okay, but what about something a little different than the usual adaption–kindergarten teacher!miyu and highschool teacher!mura?? Imagine miyu being completely loved by the children, all demanding his attention and wanna marry him in the future, while mura is that teacher every student loves and is one of the most approachable teacher ever and everyone treats him *almost* like their friend?? The girls tease him while the boys hang out with him, esp during sports. And yea, everyone around them support them and are excited abt their relationship (haha)

[this is a scheduled post]
@misawaday

Oh, youth. How easily they forget their legends and heroes. Well, I’m glad you asked. I’m more than happy to oblige.

You see, Laurie L. is not a regular person. She’s a Green Day fan - in fact, she is the Green Day fan. She is everything anyone who claims to love Green Day should aspire to be and more. She was willing to sacrifice everything for Green Day, and so she did. In the year 1990, when the sweet young girl still attended Pinole Valley High School in California, she was chosen out of millions of Green Day fans and granted the chance to accompany Green Day on a four day tour. Of course Laurie was delighted, yet there were obstacles thrown in her way to happiness - her parents for example, who were Christian scientists. They were mean and strict and would never allow her to follow her heart.

She did what she had to do in order to fulfill her dream. She built up the courage to approach the disgusting weirdos with the blue mohawks to ask for help, and help they did. One of them gave her pills which she mixed in their parents’ mashed potatoes at dinner and waited until they dropped dead. She graciously gifted the neighbor’s pitbull with their bones and went on her way.

While on tour with Green Day, a romance blossomed between Billie Joe an Laurie. They could tell each other all their deepest, darkest secrets… Laurie told him about her parents (which he found pretty cool) and he told her that Green Day actually liked milk best out of all the drinks there were, but disguised it in beer bottles so that they wouldn’t be called sissies by their peers. You know, the heavy stuff he wouldn’t entrust anybody else with.

But their love was ill-fated. Billie Joe expressed his worry that Laurie wasn’t cut out for the life of a rock’n’roll wife, which was devastating for Laurie to hear. But she didn’t give up on him. One day the police stormed one of their concerts and in the belief that they were there to arrest Billie Joe for underage beer drinking, she jumped in front of him and sacrificed her freedom by being arrested for the alleged murder of her parents instead.

The voice of our martyr may be silenced by the cold bars of her prison cell but her vision lives on in all of us.

anonymous asked:

For that drabble thing, could you write royai #6? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

HELLO YES THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE HOLY COW THANK YOU

6 - “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

After an incredibly long, tiring, and particularly testing day at work, Riza couldn’t be more excited at the prospect of a hot shower, a large mug of her favorite tea, and a few chapters of that new romance novel that Rebecca had sent from East City.  The perfect evening.

So, Riza was understandably frustrated, and sure, shocked, when she, after greeting Black Hayate and taking off her uniform jacket, walked into her bedroom to find it already occupied.

Possessing a composure she wouldn’t have ever expected herself to have in this scenario, Riza simply sighs, dragging a tired hand over her face before she looks her superior officer straight in the eyes.

“Colonel,  is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Roy Mustang has the grace to look embarrassed, and Riza fights down a laugh at the extreme uncertainty that paints his features.

He clears his throat before addressing her.  “Ah - Lieutenant…”

She watches him with raised eyebrows, a sign of her growing impatience.

“I uh…” he swallows.  “I lost a bet, with the men.”

“Mhmmm, and what exactly was that bet, sir?”  Riza thinks back to the team’s poorly-concealed laughter and whispering during the day - something that had driven her patience extremely thin, and suddenly can see the pieces clicking into place.

“Breda said that he didn’t think I could finish all of my paperwork for today and tomorrow in the time from lunch to the end of the day,” Roy supplies, tugging her thin sheets further up on his bare chest.  Riza focuses her eyes on his face, not on where his legs from toes to mid-thigh lay exposed on her mattress.

“I said I could, and then Havoc made it a bet, and the losing side was to…well…be lying naked in your bed when you arrived home.”

Riza thinks to the way that Roy had left the office, right at the 0600 mark (not unusual), but with a flushed face and a half-hearted excuse of having to get home for something.  Fuery’s bright red face, paired with an impish grin, made a lot more sense now.

“I see…” Riza replies.

Roy nods sheepishly.

“I did really think I could do it, Hawkeye,” he continues.  “Finish the paperwork, that is.”

He scowls before continuing.

“But Havoc and Breda got Falman to hide half of today’s in your desk while we were at that meeting with Grumman.  You were delivering today’s paperwork to Sheska when Havoc went and opened your desk, took out the few reports, maybe three, and said that I’d lost.”

Riza fights down a laugh at her teammates antics, but refrains, Roy is already thoroughly embarrassed.

Shrugging, Roy says, “so here I am.”

“And how long do you stay here?” Riza asks.

Roy’s face reddens and Riza suddenly fears the worst.

“The night.”

Sighing, she crosses over to where Roy’s civilian clothes lay on the ground beside her bed.  She picks them up, and holds the bundle towards him.

“All due respect, sir,” she says as he takes them.  “Get the hell out of my bed.”

Roy nods quickly, and goes to stand, prompting Riza to quickly shut her eyes.

She hears him pause in the doorway.  “Couch?” He asks.

“Couch,” she says sharply.  Riza waits until she hears the quiet pads of his bare feet retreat into her living room, before plopping down onto her bed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

There would be no Friday bar-night tomorrow for the men, oh no.  Instead, they would be finishing paperwork for through the coming Tuesday.  That would teach them to ever do something like this again.

So much for that perfect evening.

steggyisimmortal  asked:

I'm watching Love Actually and it's making me think of your fic Special Relationship. The part where the Prime Minister is going around to the houses looking for Natalie but especially the part where the little girls are asking him to sing a Christmas carol.

Quick note: I was just going to jot down a brief drabble…and then this grabbed hold of me and it will now be a full-length chapter…I just have to finish my Secret Santa gifts first lol


Peggy dropped onto the most comfortable couch in 10 Downing Street–hideously yellow, over two hundred years old, and the softest thing imaginable–and kicked her feet up, her high heels flying toward the portrait of some stuffy, forgettable prime minister from three hundred years ago. Her briefcase, bright red and embossed with the seal of the PM in gold, sat on the table in front of her, right next to a generous three fingers of scotch.

She took a swig from the glass and popped the briefcase open. Right on top sat a stack of Christmas cards, wrapped in a rubber band. A sticky note written in Angie’s neat script was placed on the top card.

READ THESE - A RANDOM SAMPLE!

Peggy snorted. It was typical of Angie to “encourage” her to do the parts of the job she hated, like Prime Minister’s Questions or reading a bunch of cards from pretentious blowhards, with an exclamation point. It rarely worked, but she always gave Angie points for trying. She set the cards aside and rifled through the briefcase, which was full of files and briefings. She scowled at the idea of doing work on Christmas Eve. Intelligence and economics briefings were not conducive to Christmas cheer. Ever.

She sighed and pulled the rubber band from around the stack of cards, shooting it toward the far wall. She winced and whispered an apology as it struck Winston Churchill right in the nose. 

She flipped through the stack quickly, each card containing a perfunctory greeting from MPs and members of the House of Lords. Midway through, a beautiful card caught her eye. It was a hand-drawn rendition of the White House Christmas Tree, and Peggy smiled. There was only one person who would have sent it to her.

Dear Peggy, it read, Merry Christmas. (Or is it Happy Christmas? You Brits say both and it is very confusing). My Christmas will not be as merry because you are not with me, and every day is a little less bright when I don’t get to see your face. 

Angie promised she would sneak this card in for me, but I don’t know if you will see it in time for my Christmas wish to come true. The Howlers are having a reunion in London this year, and I want nothing more than to sneak away from the craziness and whisk you away. Waking up beside you on Christmas morning sounds like the greatest possible Christmas gift. It was a small miracle that I was able to come for this trip, but my security and protocol officers believe it would be improper to visit you, as it would be perceived as an official visit. I think it’s stupid, but presidents have less power than you may think.

I’ll be staying on High Street through Christmas day, in the area that Falsworth describes as the “dodgy end.” I don’t know if that means anything to you, or if you’ll get this card in time. If you do, I would love to see you. If you are reading this after the fact, know that each one of my thoughts are with you.

Merry Christmas, Peggy. I love you.

-Your Steve

Peggy stared at the card, a wide grin spreading over her face. Steve was here, in London. It was the best Christmas gift she could have ever received. She pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket and pressed his speed dial. It rang four times and went to voicemail. She groaned and tried twice more, with no success. 

She sighed–of course Steve would choose today not to answer his phone–and rang the motor pool for a car. She rushed to the door, clumsily sliding her shoes on as she went. 

“I’m going out,” she told the cop at the door cheerfully. “Don’t wait up!”

She slid into the car and instructed the driver to head for High Street. “The dodgy end, if you please.”

The motorcade arrived in short order, and her driver said, “Here we are, ma’am. What’s the number?”

She peered out the window to see what was quite possibly the longest residential street in London. “Oh God. I have no idea.” And Steve still wasn’t picking up his bloody phone. She heaved a sigh and got out of the car. They would have to do this the old fashioned way.

She knocked on the first door on the street, a one hanging prominently against the wood. The door swung open to reveal an elderly woman.

“Hello, is there a Steve staying here?”

The woman shook her head. “No, sorry.”

“Right,” Peggy replied, turning away. “Thank you, sorry to disturb your evening.”

“Wait a minute. Aren’t you the Prime Minister?”

Peggy spun back around with a wince. She had been hoping to avoid this exact scenario. “Um. Yes? Merry Christmas?”

The woman let out a happy sigh, and Peggy soldiered on. “Yes, it’s part of the service now. Trying to get around to everyone by New Years. Have a lovely evening.”

She all but sprinted to the next house, not wishing to get stuck talking to constituents this evening. The next twenty or so houses passed by easily. Most people were either out or eager to get back to their families, so they didn’t linger beyond a polite “No, sorry,” when Peggy asked after Steve. 

The door to Number 56 opened to an empty foyer. Peggy stared into the house, unsure what to do. She heard a loud cough below her line of sight, and she looked down to see three young girls, all adorned in tutus, watching her expectantly.

“Well, hello. Is there a Steve staying here?”

“No, there isn’t,” one of the girls replied, the other two nodding sagely.

“Oh dear,” Peggy sighed, turning away.

“Are you singing carols?” the same girl asked, hands on her hips.

“Oh, no. No, I’m not.”

“Please, ma’am, please,” a second girl said, and the other two chimed in until their pleading was all Peggy could hear.

She exchanged a glance with the officer accompanying her. “Well, I suppose I could, if you’d like.”

The girls cheered, and Peggy took a fortifying breath. She was good at many things, but singing was not one of them.

“Right. Um,” Peggy dithered, desperately wishing she had just said goodbye and went on her way. “Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen”

She looked to the officer, who chimed in with a spectacular voice, much to her surprise. “When the snow lay roundabout, deep and crisp and even.” 

Peggy and the officer finished the verse with only a little embarrassment as the girls danced around the foyer, laughing and kicking their feet in the air to an unknown rhythm. She extricated herself as graciously as possible, though she was exceedingly grateful that no one in the next dozen homes mistook them for carolers.

At Number 100, Peggy knocked on the door weakly, her excitement at seeing Steve tempered by the many blocks of walking in her impractical heels and without a coat. She was tired and shivering, and when the door opened to reveal a young woman in a pajama set, her shoulders slumped.

“Hello. Is Steve staying here?” she asked wearily, already preparing herself for the inevitable answer.

“No,” the young woman replied, and Peggy turned away, disappointed. “Though there is some sort of reunion next door, and I thought I heard someone say the name Steve. There’s been police cars and limos and everything over the last day or so.”

Peggy slowly spun on her heel, scarcely believing what she had just heard. “Oh. That’s brilliant. Thanks!”

“You’re not who I think you are, are you?” the woman asked.

Peggy chuckled wryly. “Yes, I’m rather afraid I am. I apologize on behalf of my government, we’ll do better next year. Merry Christmas.”

She took the few steps between 100 and 102, heart squeezing in her chest. She missed Steve terribly–phone calls and video chats were a very poor substitution to his presence, and now that she was in front of the door where he was likely staying, she worried that this was a dream, that she would wake up alone in her big house on Christmas morning, this whole night a scotch-flavored figment of her imagination.

She squared her shoulders and rapped on the door. Better to try and fail than never try at all. The door swung open, and she was blasted by warm air and boisterous laughter. The entryway was full of big, burly men dressed in truly horrid Christmas sweaters, and they all went silent at the sight of her on the doorstep. 

Peggy cleared her throat. “Um, right. Hello, is Steve staying here?”

They all looked curiously at her, and she fidgeted in the doorway. She thought she could see Barnes’ face in the back of the group, but it was difficult to be sure. 

As Peggy and the occupants of the house were locked in some strange sort of showdown, heavy footsteps came down the stairs. Steve appeared at the top of the landing, shouting, “Hey, where’d you assholes put my phone? It wasn’t funny when I first ran, and it isn’t funny now–”

He froze in his tracks halfway down the stairs at the sight of Peggy in the doorway, still in her suit, a run in her stockings and her updo on the edge of collapse. “Peggy?”

She sighed in relief. “Hello, Steve.”

The Commandos turned in unison to face Steve, whose cheeks flushed under their scrutiny. “Right. Guys, this is Prime Minister Peggy Carter. Peg, these are the Howling Commandos, my old unit. Dum Dum, Gabe, Jim, Monty, Jacques, and you remember Bucky,” he said, pointing out each of the men as he listed them off. 

“Gentlemen.” Peggy nodded at the group and resisted the urge to give a pathetic half-wave. She had been in plenty of weird, uncertain situations as both spy and politician, and she thought she had tamped down her worst, most awkward instincts, but apparently meeting her boyfriend’s friends brought them all back with a vengeance.

Before she could completely humiliate herself, Steve sprinted down the last few steps and just about bowled her over in a bear hug, wrapping his huge arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground. Her stomach swooped as her feet left the pavement, and she let out an embarrassingly girlish giggle.

“I missed you,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

“I missed you too,” she replied in the same tone. She patted his shoulder and, at a normal volume, said, “Now put me down. People will talk.”

to be continued…

Singing Questions

Send me a symbol and I’ll sing you a song:

♠︎ Favourite disney song?
♣︎ Favourite song from a musical?
♥︎ Your least favourite song?
♦︎ A guilty pleasure song?
♚ A song that isn’t in your native language?
♛ A song of your choice?
♜ Your favourite song?
♝ A song from a video game?
♞ Sing a song in-character (any character you choose)?
♟ A song from your childhood?
♔ Put your music player on shuffle and sing whatever song first plays
♕ A song starting with letter: (asker choose a letter)?
♖ A nursery rhyme?
♗ A song that’s been stuck in your head for awhile now?
♘ The strangest song you’ve ever heard?
♙ A song with cheesy lyrics?
⚁ A song from a television show?

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Come to find out in another timeline somewhere, we would have been pretty good friends.  II am a bit pleased that shenanigans have enabled multiple timelines to cross at times in this new world.

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