because how dare he

can you imagine the first time Hanzo and Jesse are having a heated discussion and Hanzo accidentally drops an “ain’t” mid-sentence? how he would freeze in absolute revulsion and whip around to glare at Jesse, who is laughing his ass off, and whisper “you. you did this to me.”?

also that whole tale of aragorn and arwen thing where he saw her in the woods at twenty and fell instantly in love and it’s very beren and luthien? lies.

aragorn decided he was going to marry arwen when he was like, six.

and everyone thought it was just the cutest thing, baby estel with his little crush on the great immortal evenstar, and everyone would tease him about it relentlessly and he would get so mad, and pout, because how dare they doubt his word.

(arwen spent a lot of time biting back smiles and nodding very seriously when aragorn brings this up with her. no, estel, I do not know why they are laughing perhaps they have remembered a particularly funny joke.)

and then aragorn grows into this gangly teen and oh my god can you imagine being a pimply greasy teenager around fucking elves it’s a wonder he has any self-image left. His voice breaks every other word and the laundresses are beginning to wonder if something is wrong with the sheets because estel keeps washing them himself and aragorn wants to die, god, arwen is never going to marry him if he stays all elbows and skinny knees and he can’t even look her in the eye anymore without blushing, eye contact is probably something to look for in a husband–

(arwen, who never had to go through puberty because elves don’t do anything so undignified, tries to comfort him by saying she likes his blemishes. aragorn gives her a look of such utter, miserable despair that she starts laughing.)

(this is a mistake. he spends the next three weeks nursing his wounded ego and refusing to see her.)

estel is twenty when he asks for her hand. he is lean, slender and fair as a new tree, and so arwen does not feel guilt in kissing his cheek and gently refusing. he is still green, he will weather greater storms than this–and he takes it as he should, clasping her hand and swearing to ever be her loyal friend.

they write to each other–when she is in lorien, when he wanders with the rangers of the north, fights alongside gondor, travels to distant lands. it is an inconstant tie–he is rarely afforded time enough to put pen to paper; she is reserved so as not to encourage what may not be. (she signs her letters always, your friend. She likes him too well to be cruel in this.)

the years pass. his weariness and strife creeps onto the page, and she sends him tokens to fend off the darkness–leaves from lothlorien, the ribbon from her hair, snippets of poems. it is not enough it is never enough I am sorry, she writes.

his reply is gentle: you are enough. do not stop writing.

(she carries that letter tucked inside her sleeve for a long while, like a talisman–though against what evil, she does not know.)

she is in the house of her grandmother when a familiar voice calls out to her: my lady luthien!

this is when arwen looks up, sees aragorn–broad of chest and rugged, still wearing his battered mail, with one hand balanced lazily on the pommel of his sword. All the trees of caras galadhon are gold but he is shadow and silver, kingliness resting lightly on his shoulders–

and arwen thinks, oh fuck

The mystery of Aang's blocked Chakra!

I don’t know if this has ever been mentioned or talked about before, but, guys, when Aang is fighting the fire lord he is forced to take refuge in a earth ball protecting him from the firelord if only for a little bit.

This is important. First, it’s literally Aang’s go to defense mechanism. His air ball he rides around on, the air ball he forms in his avatar state and it’s similar to the sphere he was “hiding” for a 100 years.

Think about it the creators are literally ending the story in almost the same way it began. Aang was forced to come out of his frozen airball by Katara and the need of the world. When he comes out Aang is all but still the same kid who ran away from his destiny and “failed” his people all those years ago.

Now he’s facing a man who feels no remorse over the slaughter of his people. Aang is forced back into a ball of protection all the while hearing how his people never even deserved to live and that he was weak. But Aang’s not weak he’s holding his own against Ozai. Everything Ozai is saying to belittle Aang is only filling him with more power even though his rock ball is breaking apart.

When it finally breaks the only element left is air. The element of his people. Aang knows he might’ve failed his people but he will not fail the world. He can’t disappear, he can’t run. He has to end this.

And then boom! Aang hits his back on a rock, directly on his lightning scar and then we get all these flashes of when he was shot down and flashes of all the past avatars. This whole scene stands to remind Aang that he cannot fail, not again.

Maybe it wasn’t significant enough in how he unlocked his chakra but after paying close attention to all the details in this round or rewatching I realized something about Aang’s blocked chakra.

People continue to assume that his chakra is still blocked because he refused to let Katara go, but in Crossroads of Destiny Aang literally blocks himself off from the fight to let Katara go in order to access the avatar state. He had to unblock this chakra to even enter the Avatar state which means letting Katara go wasn’t the reason his chakra was blocked after being struck down. I think the real reason is connected with how Azula struck him down, and the failure that comes with that. He lost that fight, he died. There is no getting around that and in the Awakening when Aang wakes up he feels like he failed the world all over again. This is made more obvious when Katara is treating his back and he is thrown back into the moment he was struck. He was watching the exact moment where he felt like he “failed” the world again.

Now we all know Aang has a major fear of failure and this just adds to it. By letting himself be struck down he let himself fail. Thus this is how his chakra is blocked.

And now in Sozin’s comet Aang is backed up into a wall, trying to avoid the Firelord knowing that if he gives up he fails the world, again. But then he’s thrown into a rock, forced to relive how he failed the world and he resolves deep inside himself that he’s not going to fail again. He forcibly reminds himself of who he is. He is not just the last airbender but he is the Avatar. And he will defeat the Firelord. This is why he finally is able to access the Avatar state in the finale.

And then it’s a big slap in the face to Ozai when Aang comes out of the rock and latches onto his beard and sends him on the run. Because how dare he call the Avatar weak. How dare he call airbenders weak, call Aang’s people weak. In these moments Aang is not only feeling fear of losing the war but also unbelievable rage at Ozai for saying all this things. But this time when Aang enters the avatar state and with the help of the past avatars he can control his emotions and channel them into defeating the Firelord.

Not to mention that the first strike Aang throws at Ozai is a powerful windgust, because even though he’s feeling the power from all four elements, air is rooting him and letting him stay in control of his Avatar state. And this is the reason Aang can stop himself from killing Ozai. Aang is in control and stays true to his people.

And that ladies and gentleman is my reading of Aang and Ozai’s fight. This show means way too much to me.

anonymous asked:

Stenbrough, Georgie has a little cute crush on Stan

Oh my GOD I saw this and aaaaaa I couldn’t wait to write these!! I hope you like it because I love you for this request

- okay so this is when they’re 17 and Georgie is around 11 (I think)

- Georgie’s inspiration is Richie so he becomes sassy™

- When Bill first brings Stan home to sleep over after a date Georgie is so awestruck

- Like, wowie look at this boy his brother is holding hands with

- He’s pretty shy around Stan at first, he definitely gets all blushy and forgets how to human if Stan talks to him

- ‘Hey Georgie, how was school today?’ ‘Uuuuuuuuuu yes?’

- He likes to do stuff for Stan and purposely not for Bill

- One time, they made cookies at school so Georgie gave one to Stan and just left Bill out

- Stan gave him half anyway

- He asked Stan if he’ll go to his school dance with him (they had to take someone older to take care of them) and of course Stan agreed

- When he finds out that Stan and his brother are indeed dating he gets really upset

- because how dare Bill, his own brother, Stan is HIS boyfriend

- When Georgie gets used to Stan being around the house he tries to tell Stan that Bill isn’t good enough for him and that he’s wayyy better

- When Stan and Bill walk through the door, he’ll take Stans hand and drag him away

- He’ll tell Stan all of Bill’s flaws in efforts to make Stan change his mind but Stan secretly thinks all of Bill’s ‘flaws’ are adorable

- Georgie also thinks that the most innocent things that’s Bill does that he doesn’t agree with are the worst things ever

- 'Did you know that Bill sleeps with socks on, like WHO does that?!’

- 'Who even drinks orange juice after brushing their teeth?! He’s not boyfriend material at all Stanley’

- He’ll also compliment Stan a lot, mainly about his hair but sometimes about his fashion or personality

- Georgie isn’t too good at flirting yet but Stan appreciates his efforts

- 'Your hair is…very curly, yes’

- Bill is actually smooth™ and Georgie is kinda m a d about that

- Georgie has also accepted their PDA but that doesn’t stop him from trying to take his brother’s boyfriend

- Like Stan and Bill could be watching a horror movie, cuddling on the sofa and Georgie will bring Stan some candy and run away

- 'G-g-Georgie stop t-trying to take my b-b-boyfriend away from m-me’

- 'Sorry Billy but you said Stanley deserves the best and he’s with the wrong Denbrough right now’

- Stan likes to snuggle his face into Bill’s neck when they cuddle and talk

- one day they are discussing Georgie 'little’ crush on Stan

- Stan just laughs into Bills neck and says 'I never thought I’d be in the position where my boyfriends little brother wants to date me’

- 'It’s y-y-your fault for b-b-being so p-p-pretty’

- Bill knows he shouldn’t be but he’s super protective over Stan and that doesn’t change with even his own brother

- he loves Georgie, he really does, but he needs to back the fuck up from his man

- he takes tips from Richie (who would have thought) and leaves marks on Stan neck

- 'Fuck sake Bill, you know my dad is going to be so pissed’

- 'Well e-everyone knows you’re mine n-n-now’

- Georgie is very concerned when he sees the marks, even more so when he finds out Bill put them here

- 'Why are you hurting Stanley? See, I told you he’s a bad boyfriend’

- 'It means he’s mine forever now’

- now Georgie thinks that hickies are basically marriage

- He sees Eddie’s one day

- 'Are you married like Stan, Eddie?’

- 'Who the fuck did you marry because it sure as hell wasn’t me’

- 'Richie calm down, I’m not fucking married’

- Stan is always super sweet to Georgie, he thinks his little crush is adorable and he loves the way Bill is protective over him even when he doesn’t need to be

- 'I’m s-starting to think I’m n-n-not your f-favourite Denbrough , babe’

- 'Ah yes, because I would totally leave you for your ten year old brother, shut up billiam’

- Stan loves both brothers but he loves Bill more, don’t tell Georgie though

Add more because this idea is the cutest thing xo

Older!Yuri Headcanons

- Yuri lets his hair grow to his waist because he looks fierce
- HE’S NOT IMITATING VIKTOR SHUT THE HELL UP
- He’s actually into edgy fashion, and gets a few piercings which he likes to show off every way he can
- (Lilia makes him remove most of them when he competes)
- He looks fucking good in crop tops and he knows it
- He’s a secret literature nerd and Beka just loves how he falls asleep with a book in his hands and reading glasses perched on his nose
- (… And a fluffy cat in his lap, can’t forger his precious princess)
- He manages to befriend a giant of a hockey player who likes to jokingly flirt with him (and if Yuri goes with it just to see if he can make Beka jealous… well, that’s another story)
- (spoiler alert: of course he can)
- When Viktor and Yuuri finally retire they become his coaches
- And yes, Yuri’s finally grown up enough to admit that he likes them both, but he still likes to complain and rant to Beka about how disgustingly sweet they are together
- Still, when a new skater disrespects Yuuri in front of him, Yuri fucking flips because HOW DARE HE
- The poor kid never stood a chance
- Also, Yuri’s much more intimidating now than when he was 15
- Like, he’s almost as tall as Viktor and he’s got shouders to match
- (… and abs, and arms, and thighs… not that Otabek’s noticed SHUT UP)
- (he totally noticed)
- (in fact he notices everyday)
- Even before they officially get together, Yuri likes to cuddle with Otabek and has no concept of personal space when it comes to him
- He’s like an overly large kitten
- Beka adores him so freaking much and Yuri’s the only one who doesn’t notice
- (the other way around is also true and Yuri pines for him SO HARD)
- Aleksei, his hockey friend, ships them together so much
- Yuri has a love/hate relationship with makeup and mostly likes his skin makeup free, but he does indulge in eyeliner every now and then
- He likes how it makes his eyes look, especially after Mila teaches him how to achieve an amazingly subtle flick
- He only wears a full face of makeup for competitions, and even then he draws the line at lipstick
- He HATES having stuff on his lips; Viktor actually has to force him to wear lip balm
- The fancy stuff Viktor buys him is actually not so terrible, not that he’d ever admit it to his face
- He’s especially grateful when Otabek kisses him out of the blue one night at the rink
- It’s not Yuri’s first kiss but it still makes his world shatter at the edges
- Beka calls him “Yura” in a breathy voice and Yuri’s fucking gone
- Four years of sexual tension come crashing down on them, and they have trouble remembering they’re not in their apartment
- They do, in fact, share an apartment
- (Yuri was crazily happy when Otabek announced he was moving to  St. Petersburg)
- They’ve been living together for close to seven months when they finally get together
- It’s the morning after that fateful night when they realize that they’ve essentially been sharing a room for months, and Otabek’s stuff is already mostly mixed with Yuri’s
- Beka never quite stops being jealous of Aleksei
- (Actually, he does. But he loves how cute and cuddly Yuri is when he thinks he’s upset)
- Aleksei, the little shit that he is, figures this out early on and vows to never stop flirting with Yura


This is cliche and short but I actually finished it so

“Dex." 

"What." 

"I need another word for ‘cleansed’." 

"Do I look like a Thesaurus to you, Nurse?" 

"Chill, dude." 

”… Purified.“ 

Nursey looked up before he could stop himself, shock on his features for barely half a second before switching to… Pleased? Content. No, chuffed. (God, Nursey wanted to use that word in a poem one day. Chuffed.) 

"Thanks." 

Dex, however, didn’t look up. The keys on his thick black laptop clicked almost continuously, and Nursey did not debate internally on whether he was writing an essay or lines of code, because he had poetry assignments to finish for tomorrow. While not procrastinating, he shifted his mind to the whirring machine- it was really fucking old, but the thing was, Dex was the kind of person to repair his own electronics instead of upgrading them. (Like, with pliers and everything. He’s seen it happen.) The thing was in really good shape. Similar to the way that Hugh Jackman was by no means a spry twenty year old, yet looked like it would take nothing short of a battering ram to knock him over. A nice, solid, dependable- 

"What the hell are you muttering about now?” Dex muttered, the hypocrite.

“Aw, nothing.” (Hugh Jackman) “The next line.” (Hugh Jackman as a laptop)

“What’ve you got?" 

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anonymous asked:

Why is Tyler Hoechlin so damn beautiful? Don't worry, I realize there is no real answer for this yet I every day I find myself wondering about it.

Right?! Same! So much same, nonnie! Honestly though, how dare he?!

We can start with this, probably my favorite picture of him, because why the fuck not you know? How fucking dare he? Look at all that beautiful. How?!

But he’s also this fucking ball of adorable happy you know?

That open mouthed smile kills me every fucking time, just look at this shit

What a fucking ray of sunshine. But then he does THIS?! And it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen? 

Just look at that face. Jfc. So fucking beautiful. But I mean, he’s still beautiful even with a bunch of silicone on his face

And now he’s gone and gotten all beardy and soft and just…

…so fucking beautiful. What the fuck Tyler? And look at the hair in this one (and those insane kaleidoscope eyes, and the grey in his beard, and…)

But he’s just as beautiful clean shaven

He’s not really giving us much of a chance, is he? To catch our breath, to live. But it’s okay, nonnie, it’s okay. We’re gonna be okay. Right? Right? Please say we’ll be okay, I don’t know if I can take this much longer.

“Vacations are rare for the Waynes” - Batmom x Batfam

Here’s a little collection of short stories about the Batfamily going to the beach/being in vacation ! I kinda just had ideas for tiny little snippets rather than a story that was a long one and made sense…it’s bad. Hope you’ll like it : 

PART 1

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How did the Wayne found time to go on vacation ?  

God bless Batwoman, Batgirl, Jim Gordon…And everyone who joined in helping the Batfamily over the years, because thanks to them, you, your husband, kids and beloved butler were FINALLY able to take some times off. 

A few years ago, leaving Gotham for vacations would have been a big no-no for Bruce, and you always understood, you really did. Hell, you had trouble leaving the Bat computer behind…But ever since he got new allies that weren’t direct family, things got easier. 

They all were able, since a long time now, to take at least one night off during the week and such. But actually full on holidays ? Oh that didn’t happen in…in…in forever ! 

The only holiday you went on with Bruce was without the kids, and it was for your Honeymoon. Three days. Three days of pure bliss (and lots of sex).

And now, the opportunity to be all together for A FULL WEEK came up ! 

It all started because Tim got injured pretty bad, but still wanted to go on patrol…and you lost your shit. You were always supportive of their nightly activities (though worried sick as well), and you were monitoring the bat computer almost every night, when you didn’t have “date night” with Bruce or “mother/son bonding time” with one of your boys ! 

You were really understanding, and you too wanted Gotham to be a safe place, having had the same kind of background than Bruce…But hell if you were going to let one of your babies go out in the streets while he was badly injured !

With your famous “Batmom Glare” and a stern voice, you told Tim : 

-You’re not going. You’re taking some vacation my boy, to relax and be fully charged again. In fact, we’re all taking a vacation ! 

…It kinda just happened. You were mad, they didn’t want to make you angry (you were scary when angry), and it was true that…All of them wanted well deserved time off. 

And it was decided. A week far away from the murkiness, grittiness, darkness that was Gotham, in the sunny Bahamas. Perfect. 

Of course, Bruce made sure that coming back to the city fast was possible, and also made sure to brief all of the Batpeople on anything that could happen but…He also really wanted to go. He wasn’t getting any younger and though he’d never admit it your little burst of anger was a blessing for him too. 

You all needed time away. Oh yes. And though you also made sure Gotham would be in safe hands (anyway, villains got pretty calm lately), you left without hesitation ! TO THE BAHAMAS !! 

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Good Enough - Steve Harrington

Originally posted by nancyswheelers

Summary/Request: Anon said: Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister and Steve and you always had flirty/snarky interactions at school and after season 2 when he starts hanging with Dusty, you realize he’s more than the Party boy jock and you become friends (/crushes) and one night Steve is worrying about getting into college and saying he’s not good enough and you get personally offended because he’s wrong and how dare he trash talk someone she cares for and it causes you to confess feelings?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and fluff

Word Count: 1267

NOTE: The first two paragraphs are italicized to symbolize that hey are flash backs!

The final bell had just rang, making you officially late. You cursed under your breath as you jogged into Hawkins High, quickly speeding your way to English. Throwing open the classroom door, the eyes of your classmates and teacher turning their attention to you. With a look of shame you took your seat quickly and began digging through your bag for your textbook. “Took too long staring at yourself in the mirror this late morning Y/N?” The smug Steve Harrington sitting beside you with a smirk on his handsome face. “Bite me Harrington.” You mumbled with a scowl, not bothering to look in his direction. “Don’t tempt with a good time babe.” Giving him the finger had finally shut him up, that and the look of disapproval from your teacher. You and Harrington had a strange friendship, if you could even call it that. One minute he was telling you that you looked beautiful and then the next minute he’s being the douchey party jock that you truly know him as. But nonetheless you didn’t mind the love hate relationship you had with him, he was decent most of the time, but when he wasn’t? You really hated his guts.

Standing at your locker studying for your test next period you could barely concentrate with the babbling Steve standing on the other side of your locker’s open door with one of his basketball friends. Why did he have to be placed right beside you? Whirling around you slammed your locker shut, narrowing your eyes at the tall boy. “Would you shut your mouth Stevie boy? Some of us actually value our education.” You growled, holding up your Chem notes, that infamous smirk of Steve’s on his face once again. “Why don’t you put down those notes and make me?” His friend laughing beside him, Steve shooting an all too friendly wink at you before you had stomped off to the library, hoping to get as far away from Steve as possible. He’s just so full of himself, thinking that he could just flirt away all the problems that you had with him.


Your eyebrows knitted together in deep concentration, reading the handwritten paper that was in your hands. Words crossed out and replaced with others, red pen markings covering the pages, this paper has seen better days. “Change the last sentence to reflect on your thesis and you’re golden Stevie.” You glance up at the anxious boy with his arms crossed, biting down on his finger in anticipation. “Really? You think it’s okay? It makes sense and it’s not a load of bullshit?” He spoke, taking the papers back from your hands. “There’s a few grammar mistakes but that’s an easy fix, you did really good Steve.” You offered him a supportive smile, nestling further into your seat on your couch. Over the past few months you and Steve had become oddly close, mostly thanks to your younger brother Dustin befriending the much older boy. But you didn’t seem to mind having him around for your brother, as great of a sister you are, Dusty could use a good brotherly figure in his life. At first you thought it was all a joke, Steve picking Dustin up for the Snow Ball dance, taking him to the arcade, hanging out with him on Sunday afternoons, just some cruel ploy to mess around with you. But the more he came over, the more time you spent around the two, you could tell that the friendship was mutual and most importantly, genuine.

Even with your reassuring comment Steve still didn’t seem confident in his paper, his face scrunched as he read it over for what was probably the 100th time. He sighed, sitting beside you with his head in his hands staying silent, which definitely meant that something was up. “You’re pretty quiet Harrington, what’s on your mind?” You asked scooting closer to him, waiting for a response. Steve mumbled something that was too soft for you to pick up on, resulting in you asking what he had said. “I said what if I don’t get in! I’m just…j-just not good enough! What if my paper sucks and they think I’m-.” He stopped talking only because you had stood up abruptly, your face red with anger. “Oh my god, would you just shut up you dipshit!” You groaned loudly, standing in front of the awestruck boy. “Of course you’re going to get into college! What’s got you worried? The fact that you’ve made a few grammatical errors that I’M helping you fix?” You stopped for a second, only to take a deep breath and start at it again. “You’re an amazing athlete, you’ve got good grades, your personality could charm the pants off of any woman-Ah ah, there’s no time for dirty talk I’m in the middle of a grand soliloquy.” You put your pointer finger up, nagging it at the smirking Steve, knowing exactly what he was going to do if you hadn’t said it. “I’m not going to just sit here and let the person that I love talk shit about themselves and be so harsh when really they should be super happy about the fact that they’re doing fanfucking-tastic! You’ve been stressing over this paper, hell this whole college thing for the past month and a half! Suck it up and accept the fact that you’re getting into college, even if I. myself have to drag you there by your Ferrah Fawcett coated hair.” Taking a deep breath you were finally done with your rant, your hands on your hips in true frustration form. Steve sat there with a cheesy but shy grin, never have you seen that before, making you raise an eyebrow.

“You love me?” Steve asked quietly, standing up from the couch and in front of you now. Thinking back at what you had said your eyes widened, the word had slipped out and you hadn’t even noticed, but clearly the grinning boy in front of you did. A bright blush took over your face, embarrassed that you had let your feelings come out in such an explosive way. But to your defense, that’s what happens when you keep them buried for three months. Steve’s hand came to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear sweetly. “Out of all of what I just said that’s what you choose to focus on? Maybe you aren’t getting into college after all.” You replied back with sass, it was your only defense. Rolling his eyes at you, Steve grabbed ahold of your waist, pulling you in closer to him, causing you to giggle. “Shut up and kiss me smartass.” Without any hesitation, you pressed your lips against Steve’s, your arms wrapping around his neck while he kissed you back feverishly.

Never would you have imagined you would be standing intertwined, kissing the jocky Steve Harrington. But overtime he proved that he was much more than just the average party going, cocky all-star athlete. He was much more than all of those things, he was caring, seriously overprotective, kind hearted when he wanted to be, and most of the time his intentions were nothing but pure and good. Steve and you pulled apart after a minute or two of heavy kissing. “Come on lover boy, let’s finish this paper so we can get back to the fun stuff.” You encouraged with an eyebrow raise, taking his hand and pulling him back to the couch with a red pen back in your hand.

“Oh man do I love you and the sound of that.”

Author’s Note: I can’t believe I banged out this request so fast tonight but I think it turned out pretty well! Let me know what you guys think! Requests are open!! xx Lexie.

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Donald Duck is infamously known at HDL’s school. He has a close to perfect attendance for PTA meetings, and some of the better teachers respect how involved he is in his kids’ school lives.

The PTA moms love him though? He’s a good dad, and those who are savvy enough to do an internet search knows his sister is MIA. 

Except the PTA President, and she absolutely loathes Donald because how dare he make better chocolate chip cookies from scratch.

And just the fact although his temper is ridiculous he has sensible solutions to problems that make sense?

Speaks pretty well when he brings up various issues, and the other parents just agree with him????

And that one history teacher hates him because Donald corrected him on some obscure fact. Donald knows. He was literally there during one of his uncle’s adventures, and he nearly died there. But manages to find his proof on the house boat and brings it to class for show and tell.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie are simultaneously embarrassed and proud of their uncle? Mr. Harrington is the worst, and he kinds of lets up on them after that. 

Ultimate PTA Dad Donald Duck.

BTS Reaction to their s/o sulking

A/N: brace yoursefl because it’s going to be a fluff ride.


SEOKJIN
He felt frustrated; he needed someone to cook with him, someone to play Mario and someone to cuddle. Seokjin was more than ready to ignore you back the first 3 hours but as time passed; he needed love and if Seokjin wants love, love he gets. 

He wrapped his arms around you and carried you to your shared room. Your boyfriend laid you down and wrapped his arms around you hiding his face on your neck.
You smiled fondly looking down at him; you played with his hair while he hummed softly. “I’m still mad okay?”
“Yes jagi, I know, I will get you food later, do you think that will be enough?” You smiled and kissed his head “Will I get more cuddles?”
“All the cuddles in this universe” You felt him smile while he pecked your neck.

Originally posted by herecomesjinnie

YOONGI 

Yoongi wasn’t a clingy person, he didn’t love skinship, but he really appreciated it when you opened the door and threw yourself into his arms. He would never admit it but it made him feel warm and bubbly on the inside, so when he opened the door and there was no hug or kiss, he got worried. He ran inside, looking for you, but when he saw you on the couch, crossed arms and lip jutted out in a pout, he remembered, sulking session, no cuddles or love. 

Yoongi shook his head, he never thought he would miss the skinship before you did. He made his way to the couch, sitting right next to you, he smiled, amused when he saw your fingers twitch, hand stopping midair before reaching his cheek.

 "You know, we can stop the war for two hours" He smiled moving closer, placing a few strands of hair behind your ear “enough time so we can cuddle and kiss, maybe nap together and when we wake up, we can go back to the sulking, whatcha say?” Yoongi chuckled when you made grabby hands, he didn’t hesitate, he picked you up and walked to the room. He was more than ready to cuddle the shit out of you. 

Originally posted by meanyoongis

HOSEOK

He tried a few times to catch your attention; it worked a few times, you would smile fondly when he turned around but go back to your sulking face as soon as he faced you again. He was cracking his third lame joke, followed by some stupid dance moves and you rolled your eyes. 

Hoseok groaned and jumped on top of you “Stop playing hard to get, I saw you laughing the first time, dance studios have mirrors, I can’t believe my girlfriend is stupid” He smiled, peppering your face with kisses, you hissed, trying to push him away but when he looked at you with a fake pout, all your resistance went down without a fight and you hugged your boyfriend, pulling him even closer if possible.

Originally posted by jaayhope

NAMJOON

Namjoon was the stupid one in the relationship, no one could deny that. Sometimes he was stupid enough to trip over himself or break things but sometimes he was smart. He knew how to act and what to do when he wanted things to happen his way. That’s how you got here, laying down, your boyfriend wrapping his arms around you while he kissed your neck. You tried your best to ignore him because how dare he break your favorite mug, but his kisses were so soft, you bit your lip to hold a moan when he moved closer to your ear and whispered “let’s see how long you can go without moaning?”

You turned around offended “You cannot turn my sulking into a make-out session” You frowned when you turned around and came face to face with the cocky smile. Namjoon leaned in, taking your lips into his after whispering against your mouth “who said it will only be a make-out session?”

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JIMIN

Jimin was a needy boyfriend, he proved that every single day, every time he saw you and engulfed you in a tight, warm hug. So, when you walked past his waiting arms, the only thing he could do was frown. Frown and follow you around like a lost puppy, begging for attention and love because “jagi, you can’t do this, you’re breaking my heart, do you want me to die?” You groaned 

“Jimin, I’m the one who is sulking, you’re supposed to comfort me, not the other way around” “I’m the mochi here jagi, come give me all your love or I will break” If you thought Jimin with a pout was something you couldn’t resist, a pouting Jimin with puppy eyes, was something that killed. He slowly raised his head, opening his arms, inviting you. You rolled your eyes, at least this way you were getting the attention you wanted.

Originally posted by ggukbun

TAEHYUNG 

You were sitting on your couch, engrossed on your drama, you didn’t realize your boyfriend had walked in until you felt his arms and legs wrap around you. 

“Two hours is more than enough, please take me back into your world of kisses and cuddles” You felt Taehyung press his head against your back as he kissed every single place he could reach “Pretty please, people in Taeland are complaining, they are saying they will kick out their king if he doesn’t stop moping around” You chuckled, shaking your head 

“And why is this king moping?" 

"Because his queen refuses to give him a much-needed dose of love” Taehyung paused for a second, kissing all the way up to your ear “I heard he is really sorry for forgetting the date, he really wants to apologize but he doesn’t know what will make her forgive him” You could hear the pout on his voice and you sighed, you loved him too much, it wasn’t healthy 

“Did he try kissing the queen? If he is as good as you, I’m sure she will forgive him” You smiled, turning around when you felt Taehyung smile against your neck 

“Maybe we should try that theory first, if it works, I will tell the king to try it” You rolled your eyes one last time before cupping Taehyung’s cheeks and leaning down to kiss him.

Originally posted by j-miki

JEONGGUK

Jeongguk was exhausted, he tried every single thing to get your attention, but you kept ignoring him, eyes focused on your phone screen while you texted one of your friends. Jeongguk decided he had enough, one day was more than enough. He grabbed your phone and hid it in his back pocket. You hissed and tried to take your phone back but Jeongguk grabbed your hand interlocking your fingers. 

“No phone, only Jeongguk” He smiled proudly. 

“I don’t want Jeongguk, I want my phone” You frowned looking up at him. 

“But Jeongguk will love you, your phone can’t love you” He pouted, taking your interlocked hand to his lips, placing a few kisses there before kissing his way up to your shoulder. “Please don’t make me use my bad side” You raised your eyebrow “bad side, huh? Bring it on asshole." 

You regretted those words as soon as they left your mouth, Jeongguk had the biggest grin on his mouth and his hands ready to tickle you until you begged for forgiveness.

Originally posted by hahni

What about a “Child In Time” Sherlock au

Or headcanon following tfp.

Sherlock and John love together and raise Rosie. And surprisingly, Sherlock is great with Rosie and he loves her as his own. One day Sherlock brings 4-year-old Rosie to the supermarket and that’s when Rosie went missing…


Sherlock would go home to tell John. John would be devastated, he’d lost so much in the past and now to lose Rosie too…. And Rosie went missing at Sherlock’s watch, he would blame Sherlock because how dare Sherlock do this to him again? It was Sherlock’s stupid games with Moriarty that caused John to grieve over Sherlock’s “death” for two years, it was Sherlock’s taunts that pushed Norbury to pull the trigger that killed his wife, and now….. Rosie is missing. How the hell did Sherlock lose her? How could Sherlock let this happen?


John would be devastated. Angry. It becomes impossible for him to forgive Sherlock, about everything that’s happened. Because all Sherlock is is a cocky, arrogant, reckless arsehole– that was all John thought of him now.


John blames him, and Sherlock lets it. Because Sherlock believed he deserves it


@simpleanddestructivechemistry @mylastvow @one-lost-at-sea @savedbyholmes

Split - Kai Scenario. Part 1

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 2976

A/n: I’m finally uploading my new series. This has been in my drafts for almost a year and I’m finally ready to show it to everyone. Any kind of reviews (even just a word) is welcome as always <3

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Originally posted by kairamelo

When the alarm wakes you up you don’t even need to open your eyes to know that it’s still dark outside. But you have to get up right away. Even if it’s cold and the bed seems more inviting that ever. Your bedroom is illuminated only by streetlight, until you finally reach for flip the switch on the wall.

The sudden brightness blinds you temporarily and you keep rubbing your eyes, while searching for something warm to wear. You’ve been extremely cold lately. And you know it has nothing to do with the fall rolling over. Neither can you warm yourself with a sweatshirt or hot tea, which you still choose to drink seated by your kitchen island.

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Chirrut accepts a dare from his classmates to kiss the rough, gruff, older, golden boy initiate named Baze Malbus who keeps to himself and haunts the archives (everyone is lowkey convinced he’s some sort of cryptid and hates people; he’s just shy, of course.)

Chirrut does. With pride. And gets a good look at him, at his eyes, which are kind and soft and loving. Chirrut, of course, is now all, “oh no. oh fuck.” because he’s gone. This is it. He just knows.

Baze just sort of smiles, soft, small, too small for any of Chirrut’s classmates to see.

Chirrut starts goading his classmates to come up with more elaborate dares for him that all involve Baze: aka write him a love letter, kiss him again, get him to dance, get him to TALK, ask him about his favorite book in the archives, best him at sparring. 

Chirrut lowkey utilizes his classmates’ fascination with Baze to effectively woo him.

One night Chirrut shows up at Baze’s door, and it’s cold on Jedha so he’s shivering in just his nightclothes. Baze opens the door, wavy hair pulled up in a bun, looking soft, looking relaxed, and it takes his breath away for thirty whole seconds while he just stares, and Baze is somewhat uncomfortable by now, shifting and feeling very vulnerable in only one layer instead of the many he is normally wearing because now it’s even more obvious how big he is. 

“They dared me to visit you,” Chirrut finally squeaks. (He’s been telling Baze the truth the entire time. “They dared me to do x.” “Oh.” “I thought it would be a good excuse to see you.” Because it was never about the dare. Not really. Not since that first time.)

“How long did they dare you to stay?” Baze asks, and his voice is this low rumble like thunder during the rainy season, and Chirrut would fall into it forever if he could.

And Chirrut shrugs because he’s actually lying this time. No one dared him to do anything. He just wanted to see Baze.

“How about forever?” Baze asks, cheeks flushed, not looking at him because he can’t, words basically mumbled to the floor.

And Chirrut tackles him into the room, covers him with kisses. Never leaves.

Years later when they exchange their marriage vows, Chirrut starts his out with, “So there was this dare…”