because it was getting out of hand

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HEY IT’S A (really late) VALENTINE’S DAY SEQUEL TO THIS! You should really look at that to understand what’s going on, but as a quick backstory to this, Adrien found out the scarf he thought his dad gave him was from Marinette, it upset him too much so he gave it back to her.

And then I hated that it was just angst so I made this to make up for it? What started as a one page thing turned into a too-many-pages thing. Hence being like… 2 weeks later for V-day. Oh well! Enjoy!

Also, as for what Marinette actually got Adrien…

Y’all I just cracked myself up so badly oh my god I’ve got tears in my eyes

Look the bros must have absolutely insane tan lines, not only that but just general endeavors with the sun

You guys

Noctis having the worst shirt tan line, and oh my lord his gloved hand. His gloved hand tan line. He takes off the glove to go take a shower in the hotel bathroom and oh my god you cannot help but burst out laughing because it’s just this huge strip of pale-ass skin. It’s like a watch tan line but 25 times better

Prompto may have all the sunshine in his soul but his body reacts terribly to it. This boy could get a sunburn during a snowstorm. All the bros use sunscreen but Prompto uses the most and he gets a neopolitan tan because he’s so pale underneath his clothes, and he sometimes takes off his vest if it’s particularly hot but there’s the tan line from the vest and oh my lord. So at the end of the day there’s his pale skin under his shirt, there’s this sliver that’s burnt and there’s the rest of his arm that miraculously tanned over and it looks hilarious (and you take lots of pictures)

Gladio has his chest out all the time and then those tank tops, man oh man, he doesn’t get any tan lines torso-wise but his legs oh my GOD. You pranked him one time and snatched the change of clothes he had for post shower, and when he came out of the bathroom you burst out laughing because now you know where Casper the Ghost’s legs are, Gladio stole them, my god he’s just so pale underneath his pants

Ignis regrets his choice of gloves sometimes because he’ll take them off and you’ll just laugh because just his thumb and the four knuckles are tanned and the rest is just pale af. And my lord the rest of him is just as pale, y’all know he shows the least skin out of the bros, and he just has this distinct line right at his collarbone from his tan.

you guys i can’t breathe i’m laughing too hard help me

i can’t stop imagining the boys with tan lines

“This is your daughter Stanley?” 

“Yeah, I think she’s pretty great.”

Forduary: family.

I decided to do a Mystery dad thing with the last prompt, in particular the crossover between my Mystery Dads and @thelastspeecher‘s Stanley Mcgucket.

I think after the initial shock and anger of seeing his brother again and than the additional shock of finding out his brother was a single dad, Ford would be kind of happy to be an uncle. Like the same kind of happy surprise when he meets Mabel and Dipper the first time.

Stan’s clothes were acquired after he came to the Mcguckets house. I imagine he didn’t have the best clothes or things for himself when he got there because he spent what little money he had on Molly, so he ends up getting a mix of new clothes and some hand-me-downs the Mcguckets supplied him.  Molly’s headband is knitted/chrocheted by Ma Mcgucket as well.

anonymous asked:

142 “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” please :)

a night out


“Isn’t this great!” Eskild shouts over the loud techno music pulsing through the nightclub as he dances in his seat. Isak looks over at his friend a small, reluctant smile coming through in the face of Eskild enthusiasm. At 19 and having been out of the closet since 17, Isak’s used to Eskild dragging him to gay clubs, but it seemed the older man never got tired of it, probably because Isak made him work for it when it came to bringing him to places like this.

“Not really,” Isak shouts back after taking a sip of his beer. “I should be back at the apartment studying, I have an exam for biochemistry in a few days, you know.”

Eskild rolls his eyes in return. “Yes baby Isak, I know, and Noora knows because you ate her last yogurt as a late night study snack and Linn knows because your whining about how you are going to flunk out of Uni in your first year kept her from her nap. We are all aware of your all mighty exam, which is why we are here, to get you out of the house and to relax before the girls smother you in your sleep like they have been planning.”

Isak blinks at the Eskild’s diatribe. “That seems a little extreme.”

Eskild shrugs as he sips his cocktail. “Well, you’re annoying.”

Isak gives Eskild a grim smile in return. “Thanks, Eskild, that’s nice.”

Eskild shrugs once more as he stands up. “Not my job to be nice, my job was to dress you and bring you out,” Eskild answers giving the Isak’s outfit a once over. It isn’t anything out of the ordinary, just some skinny jeans and a short sleeve shirt that is tighter than Isak is used to, but can admit shows off his shoulders nicely, and the green makes his eyes in Eskild’s words pop.

“And since my job is done, I’m going to dance, try to have some fun even though I know that’s hard for a grump like you.”

Isak raises his half empty glass in his friend’s direction as he goes off, he lets out a deep sigh as he turns back in his chair. He knows Eskild is right and that he’s been moodier than ever, but between school, his mother who is a constant struggle and just life, in general, he hasn’t found any time to have fun and if he’s honest with himself, he’s also lonely. His last relationship ended over nine months ago, and it hadn’t been serious, to begin with. Just some guy who he hooked up with when they were both a little drunk and horny. He wanted more, or at least better he just didn’t know how to go about it, and it wasn’t like the man of his dreams was just going to fall into his lap, right?

“Hi,”

Isak looks up and continues to look up until he finds bright blue eyes on a gorgeous face. No. Seriously, stunning.

“Ah, hi?” he stutters in the face of so much pretty. The guy is tall, taller than him, lean but fit in a simple black tee and tight jeans that hug his hips low. There is a teasing smile on pouty pink lips, blue eyes that crinkle at the corner and artfully swept hair.

“Hi,” the stranger repeats as he takes a step closer to Isak. “So there is a guy at the end of the bar that won’t take the hint, think you can help a guy out?”

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Dating Rey Would Include...

Requested by two anons

  • Meeting each other while scavenging on Jakku
  • Starting off as scavenging partners
  • Then becoming friends
  • And eventually something more
  • Rey making the first move
  • Her usually being very confident around you
  • But sometimes getting flustered because of how beautiful you are
  • Sharing sweet, cute kisses
  • And (when you were alone) long, passionate kisses
  • Hugging each other a lot
  • BB-8 being the closest thing you have to pet
  • Getting dragged into the mess with Finn, Poe, and the others on the search for Luke
  • Rey vowing to protect you
  • Helping Rey cope when she finds out she has the power of the Force
  • Finn lowkey shipping you two
  • Poe highkey shipping it
  • Lots of cuddles
  • Doing each other’s hair
  • Thinking Rey’s smile is the most beautiful thing in the world
  • Holding hands
  • Not showing a lot of PDA
  • But giving each other a lot of affection when it was just you two
  • Lots of late night conversations
  • Stargazing
  • Trusting each other with your lives
  • Having an all around sweet, loving relationship
Someday- Morgan Rielly

Originally posted by wonthetrade

“Lexi, this is a puck.” your husband said to your 3 month old daughter. “A puck. This is one of the things daddy plays with with your uncle Jake and uncle Auston. We hit this with sticks and pray it goes past the man guarding the net to get a goal.”

You smiled and watched from the couch as Lexi stared at the black rubber object in her father’s hand. “Babe, she’s barely 3 months old. You’ve shown her a puck several times already, too. I think she knows what it is.”

“Well still, I’m just making sure she’s getting the proper early teaching.” he grinned, picking up the plushie of Carlton the Bear you two had bought for her when you were out looking for nursery stuff. “This is Carlton. You’ll be seeing him a lot because of my team. He’s very fluffy and he may seem a little scary, but he’s alright and a good mascot. Okay? Good.”

You rolled your eyes, but you still couldn’t help but smile at your husband and how adamant he was with your daughter and hockey. Of course, it is going to be a massive part of her life since her father is who he is. However, teaching her hockey terms and what hockey objects are before she can even crawl or roll over is a little much to you. Maybe it’ll do good in the long run, though.

He was the best father in the whole world and Lexi was a daddy’s girl already without question. Ever since he held her for the first time, he’s been wrapped around her teeny, little finger. She loves her daddy so much. She always seems to cheer up whenever he’s around and she seems to do the same to Mo.

Morgan cried when you told him you were 2 months pregnant back in August of last year. He’d always wanted to be a father and now it was really happening after only a few months after you two had gotten married. He was so happy when he found out you two were having a girl. “A little princess for him to protect” as he put it. He cried back in April when she entered the world and again when he held her for the first time. His little Lexi Rose Rielly. She was his little princess as well as yours. She was everything.

You giggled as your husband held up your Rielly jersey, apparently not wanting to use his own. He smiled and gave you a wink before turning back to your daughter.

“Sweetheart, this is the most important bit. So I need you to pay attention here. This is a jersey. I’ve already shown you that. But I mean what’s right here.” he cooed, pointing at the logo in the center. “These are the Leafs. The Toronto Maple Leafs. It’s the team your uncles and I play for and the one I grew up with. And it’s yours now, too.”

Lexi stared at the logo and where her dad was pointing with big eyes full of wonder at the blue fabric. It made you smile. “I think she’s taking interest.”

Your husband grinned and basically told your daughter a summarized version of the Maple Leafs history, trying to make the parts where they were very bad very short since he- in his own terminology- “didn’t want to scare her away from them.” It was pretty cute.

“And there’s a lot of good players to name too that were on the Maple Leafs. Tim Horton, Mats Sundin, Ace Bailey, Terry Sawchuk, Felix Potvin, your uncle Phil-” he was stopped when he heard your giggling fit from the couch. “Babe?”

You cleared your throat and pulled yourself together. “Sorry, babe. I just… Well…”

“Well what?” he smiled, putting his hands on his hips. “What’s got you laughing?”

“It’s nothing. Well…” you trailed off, smiling. “It’s just that you’re taking this so.. seriously. She can’t even crawl yet or eat solid food and you’re teaching her the history of the Maple Leafs and showing her all this hockey stuff.”

“Well, I just want to make sure she knows it. This is how my mom and dad did it with me. And look at how I turned out.” he shrugged, looking back at Lexi. “Maybe she’ll do the same if not better than what I do.”

You stared at him. “You want her to be a hockey player?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

“But I thought you said-”

“I know.” he recalled. “I said I didn’t want her to because she’s my little girl. But then I realized that upset you because that’s basically what your dad said to you when you were little and I realized how that was kinda messed up and how much it would break my heart to tell her she couldn’t play if she wanted to. And then I saw her watching highlights with me early one morning a couple months ago after we got knocked out by the Lightning. She was maybe a month old and already she looked at hockey like it was one of the more amazing things she’d ever seen. I don’t want to hurt my girls. So… I changed my mind.”

You were a bit stunned. “You did? You mean that?”

He nodded. “Yeah, (Y/N). I mean that. Every word. If she wants to be a hockey player, she can be a hockey player.”

You grinned and got up to hug him. “Thank you so so much, baby! You don’t know what that means to me!”

He hugged back. “I know. I didn’t want to be a jacka-… jerk like your dad was. She can play hockey if she well pleases and I won’t stop her.”

You grinned. “So… You think she will be a hockey player?”

He smiled. “I think she’ll be a great one, someday. Be one of the best defense women Toronto’s ever seen.”

“And what if she wants to play forward?”

“Then I’ll tell Auston and Mitch they’ve lost their babysitting privileges.”

You giggled. “And what about goalie?”

“Then Freddy will lose his too.” he joked. “Just teasing… But, if I have my way, she’ll be on defense.”

“Sure, babe.” you said, kissing his cheek. “But yeah. Someday.”

“Someday. She just has to learn to skate first. And walk before that. And crawl before then-”

“Let’s get her to eat solid food first and then we’ll talk about crawling. One step at a time, babe.”

“Okay.” he smiled. “Come on, I think little Lexi needs her nap.”

You looked down to see her dozing off on her play mat. “Are you tired, baby girl? Someone need her nap? Come on.”

You knelt down and picked her up before carrying her upstairs with your husband trailing behind you both to the nursery. You smiled and kissed her head before carefully placing her gently in her crib. “Sleep well, baby girl. We love you.”

“Sleep well, little princess.” Morgan smiled. “We love you so much.” he placed the Carlton Bear at the bottom corner of the crib before leaving the nursery quietly with you. “I think we should nap, too. Don’t get much sleep with a new baby around.”

“We should.” you smiled. “But you can join me once you’re done putting all that stuff away.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled at you. “Fair enough.” he said, kissing your cheek. “I’ll go put this stuff away and then I’ll come join you.”

“Thank you, darling.” you noted before heading to the master bedroom and climbing into bed and waiting for your husband. It took a few minutes, but he cam back and put your jersey back in the closet before joining you in bed.

“Done.”

“Thank you.” you noted, snuggling into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. “Sweet dreams, babe.”

“Sweet dreams.” he replied with a yawn before kissing your head and falling fast asleep. You smiled and closed your eyes for an afternoon’s nap.

korealchemist  asked:

Hello and how are you doing? I was wondering if you could write a fic or come up with some headcannons for Genji and his s/o introducing their baby to Genji's dragon or the dragon got loose and they're trying to find him but their kid found the noodle dragon first, dressed him up and is playing with him? Please and thank you for your time!

Here you go!  Noodle dragons are the best :D

  • Genji wouldn’t worry too much about his dragon getting loose because when it’s happened in the past and only gone to visit his s/o or Hanzo’s dragons
    • When he notices it’s gone and not with Hanzo he assumes it’s with his s/o
    • When he finds his s/o later and notices it’s not?  He starts to freak out.
  • Knowing his kid is down for a nap he and his s/o would search high and low for the dragon
  • It isn’t until Genji notices sounds coming from the baby monitor in his s/o’s hand that his child is awake and talking to someone
    • “Green just like Daddy!”
  • The words make him rush to his sons room to find him having a tea party with his usual stuffed animals; a rhino from Reinhardt, a gorilla from Winston, and the place where Barbie normally sits is occupied by a small green dragon
    • The dragon will have a large sunhat on, sitting crookedly on it’s head
    • There is a fluffy blue boa wrapped around it’s body that keeps sliding down and the child keeps moving back up, tying it tighter each time
    • Is that lipstick around the dragon’s mouth?  Yes.
    • The lipstick was stolen from D.Va
    • She’s not impressed until she sees the tea party and the dragon wearing the boa
  • When the child pours imaginary tea for the creature it looks at the cup, confused
    • It’ll check each cup thinking it got swindled out of tea or something
    • Very disappointed to find all the cups are empty
  • Genji would try to call the dragon back fearing his son isn’t ready for that kind of interaction but his s/o would stop him
  • Lots of picture taking on Genji’s part when he sees how careful the dragon is being with his son
  • He would call Hanzo in to see, only for those dragons to come out as well
    • He needs to invest in more small plastic chairs so all the stuffies and dragons can enjoy the tea
  • Genji gets into the habit of making real tea and joining the parties with his s/o
  • Genji would brag about how much control his son has over the dragons at such a young age
  • They’ll have to explain to the kid that the dragon shouldn’t be eating any desserts at the parties
    • The dragons would totally drool watching the child eating though
    • He’ll sneak them strawberries
  • Hanzo blames Genji for his dragons lack of respect since they keep sneaking off now to join the parties without Hanzo’s permission
  • Eventually Genji’s dragon isn’t just attending tea parties but playing catch with the boy
    • Tag, hide and seek, everything
    • Genji is jealous that his son seems to like the dragon more and when he starts to get huffy his s/o would have to stop him from calling the dragon back
  • S/o would remind him the dragon can’t tuck his son in at night and read stories to him
  • Genji makes a point to stay a little longer with his son at night, even after he’s fallen asleep
  • The dragon has started sleeping at the bottom of the bed

I was checking out a gif set and replies to it and came across terrible comments like “Cas doesn’t care about Dean’s pain” “Cas is abusive” “Destiel fans support domestic abuse” "Castiel only cares about Dean as a tool” because he replied “yeah when?” when Dean said he’s had worse than the injury Cas sustained at Ramiel’s hands.

Dean was clearly trying to lighten up the situation and Castiel responded in his usual dry way. So… Okay? They apparently want to have something to get angry about, so whatever.

(And apparently so do I, because why did I even check the replies in the first place…?)

Let me give you the world (SFW)

Originally posted by abcadz123

A/N: Hello! So i’ve been hella inactive, so i wrote this thingy with OtaYuri to celebrate a very late Valentine’s day. It’s heeeelllaaaaa long, but I hope you guys enjoy it. It was fun to write ♥ I think Yuri is like 18 here or something?? I don’t know, maybe??

There’s no proofreading at the end because I’m way too lazy guys, help

Words: 3,541 (I am so so sorry omg, under the cut for obvious reasons)


Otabek opened his eyes at the first ring of his alarm, (Yuri hates him so much because he’s the kind of person that gets up when it’s time), he poked a hand out of the blankets to turn it off, not wanting to wake up Yuri just yet.

Once the alarm was off he turned around to leave a kiss on Yuri’s forehead like every morning, however, he was surprised to find out that Yuri wasn’t laying right beside him, instead, a pink note was laying on his partner’s pillow. Otabek frowned, rubbing the sleepiness off his eyes and taking the folded note in his fingers. His name written in Yuri’s elegant calligraphy.

Otabek, I prepared like the cheesiest shit for Valentine’s day. You can’t laugh. Go to the kitchen.

-Yuri

Otabek felt his cheeks getting warm as a big smile started to pull at the corners of his mouth. He got up with a jump, walking (more like running) towards the kitchen. Yuri Plisetsky preparing something for Valentine’s day? The the Yuri Plisetsky who gets all flustered when Otabek brushes his har with his fingers? That’s definitely something forward to see.

He stopped by the entrence of the kitchen when a delicious smell filled his nostrils. He peeked into the room and his mouth watered when he saw his favorite breakfast waiting for him in the counter, a tablet and another pink note laying beside it.

Press play, dork

-Yuri

Otabek turned on the tablet and pressed play to the vide where he saw Yuri leaning against the counter.

“Yo, Otabek”, he brushed his blonde hair back with his hand. “Ah, I think I should say something… sweeter…”, he cleared his throat, looking away as his hand traveled down to scratch at the back of his neck, Otabek noticed how his cheeks started to turn pink. “Good morning, Altin. I made your favorite breakfast and also the smoothie you like, that one is in the frige”, he pointed to the fridge in the video and Otabek turned just to see another pink note.

“I can’t be there with you because I have more things prepared for you”, a happy smile broke into Yuri’s face. “But enjoy this breakfast because I woke up very early to make it! A-ah… and I made it with love”, Otabek laughed and at the same time Yuri did in the video. “Enjoy your breakfast and keep following the notes!”, he waved and the video ended.

Otabek was tempted to replay the video, but he remebered the note in the fridge, so with long steps he made his way to it, opening it up as soon as he took it.

Your smoothie is inside! After breakfast you’ll have to go to /men’s shop/ and said to the first employee you see that you came for “My best present ever”, like that, if you don’t say it they’ll not give it to you

-Yuri

Otabek rolled his eyes, reading the note over and over again. He could hear Yuri’s voice inside his head and his heart was jumping excitedly at Yuri’s next surprise. So far, Otabek didn’t know what to expect, turning back at his breakfast his stomach growled, desperate to dig in that glorious-looking plate, though, Otabek started to lead to the bathroom before anything else. His bladder about to explode.

He found another pink note in the bathroom’s mirror.

You look stunning today.

-Yuri ❤”

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anonymous asked:

How would the UT/UF/US/SF skelebros react to their S/O getting a splinter stuck on their hand and overreacting? Like they scream and start crying or hyperventilating. Love your blog! 💖

UT!Sans: He is low-key freaking out. It looks so painful and he doesn’t know what to do but he can’t panic because you’re panicking and just holy hell. He tries to get you to sit down so he can take a look at your hand, but it’s not very easy when you whimper and pull away as soon as he comes close. This guy has a lot of patience so he doesn’t lose his temper easily, which is a good thing in situations like these.

UT!Papyrus: He is high-key freaking out at first. But after the initial shock and small panicking he calms himself down surprisingly quickly. He focuses on calming you down rather than getting it out. He’s smart and calls for Sans to come and help him so there are more hands available. He figures that distracting you from the pain is the way to go. So he goes a little overboard in trying to get you to think of anything but the splinter. Just so that you can hold your hand still enough for someone to pull it out.

UF!Sans: He really doesn’t know what to do in situations like these. He knows that he should probably focus on calming you down but he wants to get the splinter out of your hand as fast as he can. Screaming and crying stresses him out a lot, enough to trigger an anxiety attack. So he wants to make you stop as quickly as he can before he loses his temper. 

UF!Papyrus: He straight up tells you to quit throwing your tantrum and sit stil so he can get it out. This either leads to you shutting up from the surprise or freaking out even more. When he realizes that you’re not playing around and that you are legitimately distressed he softens a little. He tries to sit you down and rub your back until you calm down. Then he gently helps you get it out and clean of your hand. It worries him that you reacted like this over a splinter. But he figures that it might hurt more than it looks like it would, he doesn’t have skin so he wouldn’t actually know. 

US!Sans: When he can’t get you to calm down he starts crying too. He’s just so distressed and he doesn’t know what to do. He calls for Papyrus and Undyne and basically anyone that could help him with this. While they work on calming you down and getting the splinter out, he stands to the side and tries to not be in the way. He’s ashamed of himself but seeing you lose it like that made him panic. 

US!Papyrus: He just waits for you to calm down from exhaustion and then quickly takes the splinter out while you’re trying to catch your breath. It’s not the quickest way, but at least you get the trauma out of your system. He has a lot of patient but he’s not very good at calming someone when they’re on the edge of hysteria. He treats you to something nice afterwards, to make up for the lack of support. 

SF!Sans: He tries to act all tuff and like it’s no big deal. But he hates seeing you in pain and this is really distressing. He’s not very good at calming you down long enough to convince you to let him get the splinter out. So after a while he pretends to not care about the splinter and tells you that he’s just trying to hold you closer for comfort. Then when you’re not paying attention he gets the damn thing out as fast and pain free as he can. It might be foul play but oh my god he swears if he had eardrums they would be bleeding by now. 

SF!Papyrus: He’s very patient with you and calms you down by rubbing your back and talking softly. His voice is so quiet and calm that it makes you want to listen. Then he gets a pillow and asks if you trust him. He puts the pillow loosely over your face and carefully gets the splinter out. He knows that pain is worse when you can see the damage, so having something to block out the visual usually helps. It’s a trick he learned when he and Sans were kids. 

Alright this is getting out of hand

I just binge-read @kazliin​‘s Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches for the nth fucking time and just. I am so antsy for the next update i can’t even sit still i can’t get it out of my head because DAAAAAMN. The feels are so real, i can’t even explain it properly without crying like a lost child. I just had to make a music playlist for it.

You can check out the playlist here. Details under the cut! <3

If you haven’t read the fic yet, for the love of all that’s canon, pLEASE READ IT. It’s one of the bestest Yuri on Ice fics out there right now and i love it so much <3

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Hair Care In Space- Chapter 1

So, wrote this for @platonicvldweek and this will be the first of 4 fics for it, and today’s theme is Sunlight/Moonlight.  With that said, this particular fic is the first of a series of drabbles that are all about the Voltron crew maintaining their hair.

I’m currently writing it with @isabeau25 and the fic is also being posted on archiveofourown

Archive of Our Own

Title: Hair Care in Space- Chapter 1

Rating; G

Series: Voltron Legendary Defender

Characters: Keith and Allura

Summary:  Just because you’re travelling in outer space in a flying castle, doesn’t mean you can skip out taking care of your hair.

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and here’s our universe, robron, teen.

robert’s clawing at whatever he can get in his hands on, aaron’s back and shoulders and neck and face, aaron, aaron, aaron. the room’s dark, darker where they’re huddled in the corner, out of view from the open door.

it’s been an hour maybe. and twenty three minutes and forty five seconds. it’s been over an hour and it feels like days; it feels like maybe they can forget he was never here. that robert spent so many nights awake thinking about this moment.

“anyone’d think you didn’t miss me,” aaron says, laughter and breathlessness and his mouth chasing another kiss.

“yeah, no, who are you again?”

“hey, hey,” aaron pushes him off just a little, gentle, giving robert those listen to me eyes. “thank you. you told me it wouldn’t be too long, you promised me. and you were right.”

“no, I wasn’t,” robert argues, and he knows he can hear his voice cracking but he’s spent too long trying not to. he can break open now. he can start to be okay at last. “it was always going to be too long. every minute was too long.”

“yeah.” aaron wraps his arms around robert’s waist, burying his face in robert’s neck. they can hear the far off sounds of their family and for a moment he thinks of their wedding day. their first dance. “never again.”

robert takes a breath, a rattly thing, and claws a little tighter. he’d done a lot worse than aaron would ever think to, he deserved a lot worse. but he got this instead. a love, a family, and a life he thought he’d never bleed for, let alone die for.

and he would, he’d die if they were ever back here, if they were ever a table away from each other but couldn’t reach out and touch. he’d die.

“never,” robert says, because. 

his real life started right here.

cardiacfragment  asked:

five favorite vader and luke fic tropes

Oooh! :D

1. Vader showing up at inopportune times and snatching his wayward child.

2. Luke sleeping and Vader staring at him and reaching out to touch him but pulling his hand away before he does because he’s scared of waking him or doesn’t feel he’s worthy to touch him.

3. Luke holding his father’s hand. GIVE IT TO ME.

4. Luke wearing his father’s cape for whatever reason. :) Bonus points if he’s wrapped in it like a burrito.

5. Vader lives post-ROTJ, (honestly, this one should be earlier in this list but I don’t feel like shuffling them around) and Luke defends him to the Alliance and makes sure he gets proper medical care.

BONUS: because I just thought of it and it can’t NOT be on here: Vader marveling at seeing his son’s face up close for the first time.

anonymous asked:

hi! ur gifs are really nice, can you maybe do a tutorial?

sure!!!!!! id like to apologize before hand if thsi sUcks………but if youve asked around, you probably have heard of the avisynth/photoshop method, which is getting more popular???? thats the method i use……..and one that @brandinator​ litreally walked me through step by step idk who id be w/o him and hes the NICEST person EVER even if you cry and beg because thats what avisynth litreally makes you do……….he’ll help you though it!!!!!!!!so go though the gfhelp tag thats there and he’ll lead you step by step through it

i first look for videos………………and gifs turn out nice ONLY because the vidoes are nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11like pls i stg if my video sucks then my gifs will end up sucking………..so i look for vidoes that are 1080p i dont even trust 720p OR i look for .ts files and things like that that you can find on pages such as kpopexpecting, which is free, and also 4sashi and kpop24hrs…….b you need passwords for them????????they wont be that hard to get though you just have to do what the website tells you to do and youll get them or u can go on twitter!!!!!!!!!

so after i download the videos i put them into avisnyth!!!!!!1you first put it in the normalwebm or smth and then itll lead you to the resizer, where you can resize the gif and add PROCESSORS pls those are the things that really help you!!!!!!you choose one and you chose the no of fps, or frames per second……….the two just help the quality

after that you copy it into the avspmod and then you save it, then you open it into photoshop and edit the video and turn it into the gif from there!!!!!!!!!

umm im doing jennie…….its whistle from the 160828 inkygayo 

with avisynth:

without avisynth 4 a 1080p video:

anywyas that was just for you to see the quality difference.…………………….but to use it in photoshop (cs5) you go:

file > open/ctrl+o > select the vid, it should be in the output folder > crop the vid to the timing, it should be trimmed in the avspmod, but in case it’s off > (down at the animation frames, to the top right of the box, theres a little button that has three lines) click on the button > flatten frames into layers > (down at the bottom of animation frames, theres a button that has three white squares inside a rectangle) click on the square button > click on the three lined button from earlier > make frames from layers > (the bottom left of animation frames, you can choose the loop number, it’ll be at once) change to forever > ur gif!!!!!

remember that gifs have to be under 3mb!!!!!1it used to be 2mb BUT tumblr changed it and IM ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!most gifs that are around 1.5 mb are 30 frames for gifs that are 245x319, or the ones that i have up there…..ull see the size when you save it, and the process is file > save for web and devices > a little editing if you want > save and the size will be at the bottom left corner!!!!!!

i hope that wasnt too confusing ull see it when you really use it tbh……………………anyways after that you add sharpening/psds, which are just to make ur gif nicer!!!!!! 4 sharpening i usually bring the levels to 500 with a 0.3 radius (filter > sharpen > smart sharpen), remove the gaussian blur i think, and for psds you can check out blogs that have to do with photoshop, or i like to use my own by changing the brightness, the contrast, the hue, and i always use curves for a really basic psd……………for when you do that you should click on the three lines button from earlier and then you choose select all frames, and for changing the levels urself or adding different font it has to be above all of ur layers, for sharpening itll be the one with the little eye icon on the side of the layers, or the one that ur viewing atm, thats the only way to choose filter, just make sure all of ur frames are selected!!!!!!!!!! 

thats before:

thats after for a basic pdf/a little ex’tra sharpening:

and thats it ;/ thats how i make my gifs and i hope this was helpful???/another compassion under the cut if u wanna see but idk its about .ts files 

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Submission - Dash and Harv fic, alien preg whump etc.!

Ripley: @thethespacecoyote wrote a lil sum sum for me and it is excellent. Happy reading folks:


I come bearing gifts of surgical angst and incubation  mixups and poor Dash’s organs getting wrecked. I just enjoy hurting the pretty boys. :P

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“So…?” Dash rasped, one hand resting gingerly on his swollen stomach, “what’s the deal, doc?”

He was pretty pissed off, but tried not to take out his anger on his friend as Harvey took his blood pressure and temperature before proceeding with the rest of the checkup. But that didn’t mean he was going to be a frikkin’ peach considering this crappy turn of events. 

Just because Dash was used to being rushed to the hospital didn’t mean that he resented it any less. Especially when he’d been curled up all nice and comfortable with food delivery punched in and on the way. Sure, he’d been having some chest pains for the past few days since the incubation had started to encroach further and further on his organs, but that was largely par for the course until he’d wobbled to his feet towards the door to pay for his food—only for his consciousness to cut out like a light-switch the moment he’d keyed in the code for the door, sending him crashing over the threshold. 

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trucy goes to khura'in to visit apollo -> phoenix gets kidnapped -> athena’s phone gets stolen -> Simon gets kidnapped -> klavier shows up at the office before he gets kidnapped too because he’s genre savvy enough -> taka shows up with something plot relevant -> let’s rock

anonymous asked:

I'm really sorry about the whole Jesper race thing and looking back at it in hindsight it was really racist to ask that. I'm sorry

glad you realized it at least 👌 because you did offend a lot of people, including me, and it led to a couple upset private conversations between other fans and myself. though the discourse didn’t get out of hand, i hope you can understand the magnitude of people who would be effected by views like that, because representation is incredibly important and poc obviously don’t get a lot of it so it’s really disheartening when people try to negate it, especially when it’s undeniably presented in canon text??

but as personally offended as i was i really wanted to maintain civility just in case anyone else shared similar thoughts about jesper’s race, like i wanted to seem approachable enough to discuss it with as an opportunity to set more people straight. but thank god no one else came forward because…………..just no. i might’ve lost it, anyway jesper is black and i hope i never have to repeat that to anyone else bc everyone should know

She’s Gone~ Tony Stark x Daughter Reader

Everything was a rush.

They had been waiting for this for nine months and today was the day they would finally get to see their baby girl.

Nothing was processing in Tony’s head until he finally got to the hospital and got Pepper in a room to start her birthing process. He stood by her side as bit back the pain as she squeezed the life out of his hand, telling her that she was doing great, taking all of the swear words directed toward him, because he knew that in the end it would all be worth it. After what felt like an eternity, they finally heard the sweet sound of a small, but strong, scream. A moment of joy for the happy couple as relief washed over them. The baby was healthy. Pepper, however, was feeling very different. She hadn’t stopped bleeding, and it was just getting worse. She could feel her body slowly shutting down after half an hour of not being able to get the bleeding to stop. She already knew where this was going. Tony didn’t want to accept it.

“Tony,” she said with pain in her voice, “love her enough for the both of us, please.”

“No. You know I can’t do that, and you definitely know I can’t raise this baby alone.”

“I think you might just have to, Honey.”

“No, please… I need you… You’re going to fine, babe, trust me, please just trust me.” Tony cried.

“I love you, Tony. Take care of her for me… Our little (YN).” Pepper said as she closed her eyes and let go of her last breath.

Silence.

There is nothing more deadly that silence. That day, Pepper wasn’t the only thing that died, so did Tony Stark’s heart. He had lost the love of his life, and to be honest, he didn’t know if he could go on. He didn’t know what to do next. Without Pepper he could barely take care of himself, how was he supposed to take care of a baby?

Tony walked out of the room with dry eyes. He couldn’t cry anymore. His emotions had been sucked dry.

Of course, the rest of the Avengers were there, they weren’t going to miss the birth of their niece. They were excited until they saw Tony walk out of the room practically emotionless. They knew something went wrong.

They didn’t even have to ask for him to explain “Pepper didn’t make it. There was nothing they could do. They said her body wasn’t ‘baby-ready.’ As if it was a thing they could just brush aside like she was nothing.” He snapped.

Nobody knew what to say. They can’t say they know what he’s going through because they don’t. They don’t want to say anything that might come across as insensitive. So they stand there in silence and wait for someone to talk. Steve decides to be the one who tried to comfort him.

“We’re sorry for your loss, Tony.” Steve says in the most sensitive tone he has.

‘Yeah, well, sorry doesn’t bring my wife back, does it, you lab experiment? Nothing could make this better. Nothing will ever make this better, so there is no point in even trying, so go home!” Tony scream, tears finally making their way back to his eyes. He turns around and watches the team leave through their reflection in the glass of the hospital nursery. As they left he looks down at his baby. His motherless baby (YN) who he knows has about a 0% chance of making it with just him alone, but there is nothing he can do about it because Pepper is gone.

She’s gone.

~A month later~ Age: 1 month~

Crying. Always crying. He could never get her to stop. She was just always crying. Tony tried his best but this depression was weighing him down. He hadn’t showered in weeks. There was no food in the fridge. He didn’t even know how to make a proper baby bottle or change her diaper or anything. He was lost. There was nothing he could do, yet again.

A knock on the door woke him from his trance as he tried to sleep standing up while rocking (YN). He opened the door to see Clint. That’s right. It was Clint’s day to come check on him.

All of the Avengers were honestly afraid that Tony might not make it through this low point in his life so everyday one of the team would go and check on him. Today was the worst any of them had ever seen him.

“You don’t look so good, man.” Clint said as he walked in.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore. Not without her. I can’t take care of (YN), I can’t take care of myself. I’m losing money every second I stuck in this damn tower, Clint, I haven’t left the tower since I brought her home. I can’t take care of her. Its her fault that Pepper is gone and I don’t want her to be mine anymore. I’m done.” Tony Stated.

“What are you going to do with her then? She’s your child. She didn’t want any of this to happen.” Clint asked.

“I’m going to giver her up for adoption, Clint. I can’t do this anymore. She has made my life a living hell and I am sick of it.” Tony barked.

“I’ll take her.” Clint said without hesitation.

“What?” Tony said in disbelief.

“I’m not going to let her and you rot away in here and I’m sure as hell not going to let her sit in an orphanage for God knows how long so I’ll take her.” Clint said with fire in his eyes. He was pissed. No child should be left with someone like this.

Clint then quickly packed up most of (YN)’s things and picked her up off the blanket on the floor. He then let Tony say whatever goodbye he wanted and started to head toward the door.

“I’ll be back by on Monday with the adoption papers and for the rest of (YN)’s stuff.

And just like that, She was gone.

~Fast forward 18 years~ Age:18~

(YN) Barton ran through the house early in the morning to meet her dad outside to fix the tractor, yet again. She loved it though, it gave her some alone time with her dad. This was the time when he didn’t have any missions he needed to go on and all of her siblings were still asleep. It was great.

(YN) knew she was adopted .She knew it was for a good reason. She didn’t care though. Growing up on the farm was one of the best things you could do for her. She was happy. She was loved. She was smart and beautiful and everything you could ever want in a kid. She was perfect.

“So, Kid. What do you think about going to New York with me?” Clint asked her as he turned his wrench.

“Wow! Really? I would love to go!” She looked up with a smile.

“Great. We leave in 2 hours. After the tractor is all fixed up, you go get your stuff together.”

~In New York~

Nothing could describe the rush flowing through (YN) when she ran off the plane. She was going to meet her dad’s friends. She was going to see somewhere other than the farm. She was going to explore.

“Before we go, Kid, there’s something I have to tell you.” Clint said as he looked in her eyes. “I want you to have fun but there’s someone I think you should meet. He’s at the tower.”

When they got to the tower, (YN) lugged her bags into the tower and waited for her surprise person. She saw her Aunt Natasha and Uncle Bruce, some huge guy with a hammer, some guy with blond hair and crazy blue eyes who looked like he screamed ‘America’, and a guy working on a mechanical suit. (YN) was confused.

“This is Thor, Steve, and Tony… Your biological father.” Clint said  softly.

“Him?” She whispered.”

Tony looked up, looking a little confused but then realizing what was happening.

“Hey, (YN),” Tony said with a small smile.

“Why don’t you go on a walk with Tony, I’ll take care of your stuff.” Clint said as he took her stuff from her hands.

Slowly, (YN) began to walk with Tony around the tower. They walked for what seemed like forever until they found a couch to sit on that was in a more quiet area.

“I know you don’t remember me, but I really want you to. I think we could have a relationship. Maybe go out on Father/Daughter days. I think it would be fun and it would make up for all those years I missed.” He said.

(YN) jerked up from the couch. “ You think a little conversation and a shopping trip will make up for 18 years of my life?”

“I just thought you might want to get to know your dad better, ya know?” Tony replied.

“I do know my dad. His name is Clint. You are definitely not my dad.”

“No, you don’t understand…” Tony tried to make it better.

“No, I DO understand. You didn’t want me. You abandoned me when I was a baby. You wanted nothing to do with me and Dad came along and took me in like I was his own. He loved me the way any father should love his daughter. He is what you can never be, a perfect dad and an amazing man.” (YN) then started to walk away, you could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.

“(YN)… I’m sorry…” Tony tried to apologize.

“I will never forgive you for what you did, Tony. You blamed me for something I had no control of. You left me.” (YN) whispered.

“(YN)… please…”

“Goodbye, Tony. I don’t want you to be apart of my life anymore.” She walk out, leaving Tony. She quickly walked downstairs to her dad and said she wanted to go home. Once the cab arrived to take them to the airport, she said goodbye to her aunts and uncles and got in the cab. With one last glance toward the tower, she saw Tony with a sad look on his face and a bit of tears in his eyes. She only looked away, looking forward to getting back to her life without him.

‘That’s it,’ Tony thought to himself.

She’s gone.

anonymous asked:

I just saw a picture that compared Snape to Trump. It basically was like "everybody hated Snape at first then everybody loved him." It implied that trump is a hero like snape. I almost threw up. What the hell is wrong with people?

If I had to liken a HP character to Trump, it would be Draco Malfoy.  A spoiled brat who grew up rich from old money and largely fucked around and got everything handed to him or bought for him by his daddy and then basically got away with being in support of (and eventually being PART OF) A TERRORIST ORGANIZATION THAT ATTEMPTED TO GENOCIDE PEOPLE.  He tried to get Buckbeak killed because he was trying to get back at Hagrid.  He was racist and cocky all the time.  A lot of people try to make excuses for Draco and I like fanfic that depicts him as dealing with his shit and getting out of the rich boy demeanor, but I know that Canon Draco is a lazy little shit who would want daddy to make things all better and get him a job doing whatever so he could feel good about himself.

He stopped at murdering with his own hand, but he was still making the attempts, and nearly killed Ron.

He’s a slimy jerk because he never seems to really face the consequences of his actions in any real way, and basically is totally fine with his “inferiors” being killed off as long as he doesn’t have to watch it or do it with his own hands.

To be more exact, imagine a hideous amalgamation between Draco and Gilderoy Lockhart.