big surprise huh

(I swear this blog just turned into an autistic hc blog and I love it)

• Edd chews on more things than Matt does, and especially on his hoodie strings and his fingers/fingernails
• He loves rocking/spinning
• He plays with his hair a lot because it’s s o f t
• He just loves touching things?? Like almost anything soft/smooth or even certain rougher textures
• His special interest is animation (big surprise huh)
• He’s not really the biggest fan of stim toys (Edd @Matt: GET THAT FIDGET SPINNER OUT OF MY HOUSEHOLD)
• When he’s having a meltdown and/or shutdown literally everyone rushes over to help him. Like even Tord from all the way across the Red Army base just runs over and bursts in through the wall like “I’m here Edd I have a water bottle and a blanket”
• He was diagnosed when he was very young
• He hates being in loud rooms or large crowds as they can send him into sensory overload
• Meltdowns include a lot of crying/biting
• He grinds his teeth. All. The. Time.

dunkirk || part four

(part one)

(part two) 

(part three) 


y/n’s always been there for harry, so why does he want to take little miss kendall jenner as his date for dunkirk’s premier?


“You’re being ridiculous, Y/N.” A huff slipped past your lips as you crossed your arms and slumped even further down the bench, refusing to meet Niall’s gaze. 

“I’m not being ridiculous. Just because I refuse to go home if Harry’s there doesn’t mean I’m being ridiculous.” 


“How did you even find me?”

“You and I both know you’d never stray too far away from home. Plus, you always come t’ t’e park whenever you’re stressed. And, uh - Y’know. T’e fans are like detectives.” Niall gestured for you to scoot over a tiny bit before sitting himself down next to you. “I know Harry’s being a prick, but I hate seein’ t’e two of you bein’ mad at each other. Not t’ mention, it’s never blown up t’is much before. And I know you’re really mad at Harry cos he wants t’ take Kendall to the premier, but if you could just come back and I’ll get him to-” 

“It’s not helping that you’re the one who came to find me instead of Harry.” You murmured, wrapping the coat tighter around yourself as you shivered slightly. 

“If you won’t come home for Harry, will ya at least come home for some hot cocoa? Just t’ warm ya up. Your nose is all red and your fingers look blue.”


“Thanks very much. Have a nice day.” Harry smiled, taking the bouquet of roses from the storeowner as he placed a couple notes in her hand. 

If he was going to get you to forgive him, he was going to do it right. With flowers, chocolates, and a big ol’ speech at the end. Thanks to the boys, he finally understood why you were mad at him. (Besides the part where he kicked you out of the house. He had a lot to apologize for.) He had been ungrateful, and yes, maybe he took advantage of you sometimes. He felt extremely guilty after his little chat with the boys, and he would have understood if you didn’t want to speak to him anymore. 

You had done so much for him, and supported him with everything, so now it was his turn to do something for you. Harry had already planned out exactly what was going to go down. He had gotten Niall to go and fetch you, so that would give him time to prepare. First, he would be there on his knees when you open the door. At this point, he really didn’t mind if he looked pathetic or not - All he wanted was his Y/N back. Afterwards, he get up from his knees and hand you the flowers. And then he’d go on with his speech, and then, he’d take you out for a nice dinner. Not to mention, he had also bought a couple gifts for you. Now, he knew he wasn’t going to win you back with just presents, but it was worth a shot. 

“This’ll work. This’ll work.” Harry muttered to himself as he dug through his pockets for the house key, being careful not to drop the flowers. He’d dress up in that tux you liked on him, and everything would be fine - God, he had fucked up really badly, didn’t he? Harry just wanted this to work out.


“Now, are you ready to go?” Niall rolled his eyes, watching as you picked the remaining sprinkles off your plate and popped your finger into your mouth. You guys were on your way back until you had gotten distracted by the donut store. You hadn’t eaten anything all night, but a donut probably wasn’t the most nutritious choice. You dragged Niall in there not only for a donut, but.. Well, you were nervous. What if things were just plain awkward with Harry now? You certainly hadn’t planned out what you were going to say to him. Should you apologize? Maybe you were the one who was being dramatic. It was just a premier, after all. But it was Harry’s premier - That was a big deal. 

“Can’t we get another one?” You smiled sheepishly, trying your best to stall as much as possible. 

“I know what you’re doin’, Y/N. I wasn’t born yesterday.” Niall snorted, reaching over and pulling the plate away from you. “I promise nothing bad is going t’ happen.” 

“But what if.. What if I made things weird? He probably knows I like him and, ugh, this is just.. I’ve never been in this situation before.. We should google it! Ask YahooAnswers or something.” You offered, Niall laughing lightly before shaking his head and pushing his chair back to stand up. 

“C’mon. Let’s go solve t’is problem. Are you coming or not?” 

“I’m sorry for not realizing how much of an idiot I was. I’m sorry for being an arse in general. I know I’ve been a shitty friend lately, and I really wanna make it up to yeh..” Harry trailed off, rubbing his hands together nervously as he paced back and forth by the front door. Where was Niall?? Or more importantly, where were you?? The confidence he had earlier was beginning to dissolve into nothing but doubt. This wasn’t going to work - You were a smart girl, a speech and a couple presents wasn’t going to woo you. On the other hand.. You were Y/N. Sweet, forgiving Y/N. 

“My Y/N.” Harry whispered to himself, his head whipping towards the door when he heard the doorbell ring. Odd. Didn’t Niall have the house keys? Oh, whatever. He snatched the bouquet of roses off the countertop and checked himself out in the mirror one more time before walking over to the door. His hand froze to the handle as he stared down at it. It was now or never, right? “Let’s do this.” He breathed out, clearing his throat before opening the door. 

“Before you say anything, I-” Harry immediately cut himself off when he realized it wasn’t you who was at the front door, it was- “Kendall?” 

“I should apologize, right? I mean, I was a little mean. And I didn’t explain everything to Harry. Maybe I should have hinted more instead of completely shutting off.” You shrugged, sticking your hands in your pockets again as you and Niall walked through the neighbourhood to the house. 

“I’m not going t’ interject. I give terrible advice, love.” Niall snorted, waving you off. The both of you rounded the corner, closer to the house. “I’m not going to say much, but I know for sure Harry’s got somethin’ planned fer ya. A big surprise, he said.” 

“A big surprise, huh? The last time he said that he came back with short hair.” You laughed lightly, walking into the driveway and- “…?” 

You froze as you saw someone none other than Kendall pulling Harry into a tight hug and planting a kiss on his cheek before chattering about something. Harry was holding a bouquet of roses, and he was wearing a tux, and- This was what you came home for? To see Harry and Kendall, and rub it in your face to confirm that yes, he was definitely taking Kendall Jenner to the premier. 

“Certainly a surprise.” You snapped, immediately u-turning and heading back to the park. You knew it was a bad decision to come back. 

Y/N- Y/N, wait!” 

Natza Drabble - I Understand
  • Erza: Natsu... Why can't you try to get along?
  • Natsu: Hey, I didn't even start anything this time! I just walked out, simple.
  • Erza: Within 5 minutes of him getting here!
  • Natsu: What's the big deal? I figured you'd be HAPPY I'm not pickin' a fight! I am LITERALLY preventing conflict! >___<
  • Erza: He NOTICES your disapproval, Natsu...! He looks up to you!
  • Natsu: There's just some people we don't like, Erza. Even if they make a big turnaround... There's some things you just can't move past. >___<
  • Erza: Look, if it's about hurting me-
  • Natsu: You've forgiven him, I know. But did you stop to think *I* can't forgive him for hurting you? Or how about killing Simon? Or all those people he tortured and killed to build his previous tower?
  • Erza: He was po-
  • Natsu: No. He wasn't. Jellal was CLEARLY taunting you, Erza! He obviously did SOMETHING for you to almost be absorbed by that tower, for your doubts to overwhelm you! He! Had! Autonomy! He mighta been messed up in the head, but he damn well had enough free will to those things to you and everyone else. He could've "ruled" more kindly, BUT HE DIDN'T! He was a fucking tyrant! >___<
  • Erza: Natsu...
  • Natsu: Moving on doesn't mean the past never happened. You carry that crap with you for the rest of your life. Forgiveness can be earned depending on the person, but not everyone can give it.
  • Erza: Not even for my sake...?
  • Natsu: ... No. There's a line even I can't cross, not even for you.
  • Erza: Why...? *tears are spilling out*
  • Natsu: For one? He's not even trying to move on. He knows he can. He's got a future all lined up, and he still can't take it. Even with YOU supporting him, he's so damn hesitant...!
  • Erza: You're not helping with this grudge...!
  • Natsu: No. Even if I "approved" of him, he'd just find another reason to hesitate. It's who he is now!
  • Erza: Natsu... Please...
  • Natsu: The other reason I can't accept him... is that he took you away.
  • Erza: Took me away...?
  • Natsu: Hell, did I even have a chance...? *shakes head bitterly* Doesn't matter. Just... leave me alone, Erza. I can't TAKE IT anymore... >___>
  • Erza: N-Natsu! Do you...?! *But he's already walking away* Damnit, Natsu...! Just wait! *Pins him to a tree*
  • Natsu: Gonna make me, huh? Big surprise there... *SLAP!*
  • Erza: Will you LISTEN?! You can't just say all that and walk away...!
  • Natsu: averts his eyes, and ignores the stinging on his face* ...
  • Erza: I... feel like I'm understanding you again... I might not agree with everything you said, but I UNDERSTAND... *grip tightens on his shoulders* So much that it hurts...
  • Natsu: Erza...
  • Erza: The reason your opinion matters so much... *choking* is because I love you, damnit...! It might not have been all that long ago that I realized it, but it doesn't make it any less true...!
  • Natsu: *clenches his eyes shut before wrapping her in a hug as she cries her heart out*

anonymous asked:

I'm so unsettled by this and as a hardcore wincest shipper this has really shaken me so maybe you can help me regain my faith? Why didn't Sam look for Dean when he was stuck in purgatory? I get that maybe he thought he was Dean or somewhere else but still? Please bring me some hope and light!

I actually have a theory about this. (Big surprise, huh? I have a theory about literally everything.) 

Please keep in mind that Sam had lived without Dean twice before, once for the 6 months in Mystery Spot and once when Dean was in hell. Both times, Sam drove himself half-insane and went off the rails to save his brother. In Mystery Spot, he was willing to kill someone who could have been Bobby if it meant he could bring Dean back to life. When Dean was in hell, he tried to make a deal, tried to do anything he could to rescue him. When he that didn’t work, he started destroying himself to get revenge on Lilith. 

That brings us to season 8. Dean was gone again but this time Sam had no one to help him, no one he could play “let’s make a deal” with, no one to turn to. No Bobby, no Cas, not even Ruby. 

I think all Sam wanted to do right then was curl up and die. It’s possible he was suicidal when he hit that dog. Hitting the dog and meeting Amelia ended up being a lifeline to a drowning man. Amelia had just lost her husband and seemed to feel the same way. So they clung to each other until Don came back to life and then Dean came back to life. (ha! Don…Dean… I just noticed how much alike those names are. PARALLELS.) Then they went back to their other lives. Although apparently Dean was more important to Sam than Don was to Amelia because she was willing to leave him for Sam. 

My point is that I kept thinking they were going to explicitly state that Sam had been depressed and hadn’t wanted to go on living, but they never did. The closest we got was when the boys were talking to Brick Holmes’ wife in episode 8x03 Heartache and she was talking about how he died: 

MRS. HOLMES: I don’t think he could bear the thought of life without me. That’s why he drove off that bridge.

Then Sam shoots a furtive glance at Dean and gets very nervous. 

So that’s my theory and I’m sticking to it. Hope that helps, anon!