because you're killing me

The fact that this fandom has completely managed to gloss over the actual story line and caused everyone outside of it to think it’s a story about a bunch of gay kids who hang out in trees is kind of starting to irk me.


“You made a deal for Sam, didn’t you?”

furbyhater  asked:

Annabeth sleeping in on a Sunday morning (very rare for her but she's 3 months pregnant and always tired so she'll take the rest) and waking up to the faint sound of music coming from the kitchen. She goes to investigate and finds her beautiful husband Percy cooking pancakes with their beautiful 2 year old son in his arms, the two of them dancing as the radio plays something mellow. She stops to watch as their son periodically feeds his dad "booberries" and Percy peppers his son's face w kisses

(i want you to know that this killed me,,,im writing from beyond the grave)

their two year old, theodore, is wearing his favourite shark footie PJs which have blueberry stains around the sleeves and his collar. (it’s a laundry day anyway). he coos happily when he sees his mamma and is easily transferred to her hip when she leans in for a kiss from percy. (one of those easy we’re-gonna-do-this-for-the-rest-of-our-lives kisses which says hi, hello, good morning, and i love you all in one. it’s magic, really.) theodore feeds her a couple of booberries which she thanks him for before sitting him at the table. she makes coffee and percy serves them all pancakes and it’s just a really really great sunday morning.

anonymous asked:

Sherlolly librarian au

“Could I take this out, please?”

Molly turned around and nearly tripped over her own feet as she rushed over to assist her outrageously handsome customer; she was more than a little confused when she found a small slip of paper waiting for her.

“Sir, this is a blank piece of paper.”

“Yes,” Sherlock smirked, exuding confidence as he leaned closer, “I’m going to need your name and phone number.”

send a ship, an au and I’ll write a four three sentence fic

The Shark Date™
Bear McCreary
The Shark Date™

But, the thing is.
I prefer to objectify Misha Collins because if I start to look him as a person.
The excellent parent and husband.
The amazing human being who is making a difference by using his fame and current notoriety to make an impact on society by compelling his followers to do good. The marvelous actor who give us the weird and socially awkward angel Castiel, with whom so many of us can identify.
Plus the way he looks.
I mean, I can truly and literally fall in love with him. No way! He is a married man. My heart can’t handle more unobtainable and impossible situations.
So I prefer to fixate my full attention and concentration on his ass.
Please and thank you.

.Gerard Way.


Emily & Reid and the Star Puzzle

It’s called a ‘star puzzle’. It’s basically impossible to figure out. There was this young prince who wanted to win the heart of the fairest maiden in the land, so he climbed to the top of the tallest tower in the kingdom and he caught a falling star for her. Unfortunately, he was so excited that he dropped it and it smashed into all of these pieces. So he frantically put it back together again to prove his undying love to her and he succeeded and they lived happily ever after.

That doesn’t make any sense.

what she says: i’m fine

what she means: patroclus had 10+ years to prepare himself for achilles’ death, but achilles had no time at all to prepare for patroclus’. he wasn’t even there to hear patroclus’ last words and hold his hand. he had to find out by seeing the dead body of the love of his life carried in somebody else’s arms