awww why

“Xatu, look!”

“What is it Natu? I’m doing somthin–OH MY GOD YOU STOLE AN EGG”

“No i didn’t a Pokemon gave it to me”

“whY ARE YOU ACCEPTING EGGS FROM RANDOM POKEMON”

“I didn’t! Calm down bro, i’m sure it’s a fake egg anyway…”

“It’s moVINGG”

“AWWW YEAH ANOTHER SIBLING”

“WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CALM ABOUT THIS? WE DON’T KNOW HOW TO CARE FOR A POKEMON, WHAT IF IT GET’S HURT OR WE CAN’T FEED IT OR WHAT IF IT HAS A TYPE ADVANTAGE OVER US AND IT WANTS TO EAT US OR WHAT IF–”

“bRO CHILL OUT”

“NO I WILL NOT”


Yoooo i have no idea of when to hatch the egg so here’s some plot!

aw-hawkeye-no  asked:

Spent all day at the vet school open house explaining pathology specimens to kids and families. Talking for three hours straight with no break (literally a constant stream of people) wore me out and now I'm sicker :( How are you and beastie doing? If it strikes your fancy, could I please get five sentences for Phlint?

oh boy that sounds exhausting, but hopefully some kids went away with a thirst for knowledge. But boo sicker, tea with honey by the barrel. Beastie and I are well, he helped me design a new elf for Dragon Age Inquisition - he chose a neon pink face tattoo, it is sort of awesome.

And you can absolutely get 5 (ish) phlint sentences.

“Awww, why can’t we keep him? I’ll feed him and make sure he has exercise,” Clint begged.

“No, you can’t just keep Sam Wilson,” Phil sighed as Sam just sort of watched them, confused, likely concussed.

“But Falcon, and I’m Hawkeye, we need to be bros. Please, plus I think it is my fault he’s all glassy eyed,” Clint tried to make giant puppy eyes and just looked constipated.

“He sleeps on the couch,” Phil relented, “And you clean up after him. Swear to god you are the only person brings superheroes home as strays. Natasha still has three drawers in my closet.”

Clint kissed Phil’s cheek. “You’re the best.”

anonymous asked:

Can I request a Sora & Riku hug, please? Btw your art is really cute!!

Of course!! Does piggyback/koala hug count? :’D Poor Sora made himself sick loool

Aaa and thank you kind anon!! <333

Klangst Week: Day 1 - Unrequited

Keith rested his bruised and sore arm on the back of his chair, watching the dented and dirty armor sink into the soft material.

He leaned on it slightly, bending over in order to catch his breath. He shut his tired eyes for a few moments as he listened to his heartbeat slowly return to normal.

He had pushed himself really hard on that mission; too hard perhaps, Pidge had even pointed out that Keith had probably broken a record with the amount of Century’s he had defeated.

Pidge was sweet and all, but she wasn’t the person he had hoped would notice.

“Shiro! You were amazing! The way you blew up that ship with your lion before it could shoot down that village. We couldn’t have saved that planet without you.” Lance gushed to their leader.

Keith watched on angrily as Lance swooned over the black paladin.

“Umm… thanks, Lance. We all helped.” Shiro replied, seeming only half interested in what the Cuban had to say.

Keith scrunched the hand that was on his chair into a fist, gritting his teeth. Why did he even try with Shiro? Why couldn’t he see that Shiro wasn’t interested?

But he was. Oh, boy, Keith was. Why couldn’t lance be swooning over him instead? At least Keith would give him the time of day.

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Playing House

Originally posted by cindyctw75

Intro: So I wrote this one out of the blue the other day when I was inspired by a prompt kinda thing that read: “I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.”  - so that is where this came from.  

This is also for @trekken81 who wanted a fluffy Bones story so this is as fluffy as it gets I think haha

Oh and this has a little bit of the Bones Headcanon: where Bones takes his date’s pulse to know if they like him - this is the fic I was writing where I got the idea, and it’s in there a little, but I want to write a fic where that is kinda the main focus.  Eventually…

ALSO: Sorry peeps but there will be no Messy p.t. 2 on Sunday because finals are kicking my ass and the only reason I am posting this is because I had it already done and haven’t posted in a while.  Sorry y’all. 

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 1,903

Summary: You are playing house with Bones, Jim, and Joanna McCoy.  Fluff ensues.  

-Enjoy!-

“Okay.  You can play daddy, and Auntie Y/N can play mommy!" 

You locked eyes with Bones as his daughter assigned the different roles, and he rolled his eyes and shrugged at you. 

"And Uncle Jim can be my doggie!” Jo squealed and hopped over to Jim who had an incredulous look on his face. 

“Awww, Jo, why do I have to be the doggie?  Why can’t your daddy or Y/N be the doggie?” Jim whined, and you held back a snicker. 

“Because your hair is fluffy and Auntie Y/N and daddy are gonna get married.” Jo said matter-of-factly, leaving Jim with his jaw dropped. 

“Uh, peanut?” Bones started, giving you a side-glance as he grabbing his daughter’s wrist to get her attention, “Auntie Y/N and I aren’t getting married." 

Jo looked very seriously into her daddy’s eyes, crossing her little arms over her chest, "Well I say you are.  And you said this is my game, didn’t you, daddy?" 

Bones looked flabbergasted at his little girl, and you couldn’t help but grin at the helpless look on his face.

"Why yes I did, Jo-bean.” Bones sat back on his heels, “I guess it’s alright if we get married in the game.”

“No, in real life too!” Jo assured, leaving all three of you speechless as she quickly began setting out toys and blabbering on about the game of house you were going to play.  It was all very elaborate. 

You caught Bones’ eye and gave him a quick grin, hoping beyond hope that your cheeks weren’t as red as his were.  

“Okay, daddy, you are leaving for work now, give me and Auntie Y/N a hug.” Jo commanded and Bones shuffled on his knees over to you, giving you and Jo a quick hug, then turning and shuffling over to Jim, giving him a pat on his head with a smirk. 

“Have fun at school!” Jo called, to Bones as he was knee shuffling out the ‘door’. 

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AU: Uni Shawn - Thoughtful

a/n: This imagine similar is to Playful because it has 4 different scenes regarding thoughtfulness in a relationship. Thank you to everyone who sent ideas in for this imagine. I was only able to use one since I already had the other three ideas written, but I really appreciate your suggestions and I may use them in the future, so thank you! 

Your name: submit What is this?

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On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, you start your job at the front desk of the library at seven in the morning, which is a bit too early for your liking. This morning in particular is a rough morning for you. You were up until nearly three in the morning trying to finish a paper so having to be awake at 6:30 wasn’t at all enjoyable.

The library is nearly empty this early in the morning, which makes it even harder for you to be able to keep your eyes open. You’re doing some work on the library computer, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice someone enter the building. You don’t even look up from your computer, too tired to bother shifting your attention away from the screen in front of you. Only when the figure stops at the desk do you bother to look up.

You’re thoroughly surprised to see your boyfriend standing there. His hair is messy, like he didn’t bother to fix it before he left his dorm. Just the sight of him half asleep, but standing there in front of you brings a smile to your own tired face. “Morning y/n,” He says, when you don’t say anything right away. Despite the tiredness in his eyes and the fact that he isn’t used to waking up so early in the morning, he still is smiling brightly at you.

“Good morning baby, what are you doing?” You whisper to him leaning over the desk.

“I brought you coffee.” He responds, holding out the venti starbucks cup that you were too distracted to notice until just now. 

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 “ Every time you put on a record or a CD it’s a dimension in time; it’s a piece of time that’s suddenly moved from one dimension to another. A moment in 1927, or a series of moment that accumulated into being one song in 1967, suddenly appears again in 1999 because I press a button. That’s like dying and waking up in another world. ”

- John Frusciante