but he was good to his mother

Submission from @helthehatter

When me and my friend were watching BATB17 for a second time we were talking about the Beast’s relationships with his servants. Now imagine:

• The young prince following a late teen/early twenties Lumiere and copying everything he does and says, eventually getting that ‘dramatic’ personality Lumiere told Belle about.

• Cogsworth giving the young prince the detailed history of the castle and the poor boy falling asleep on his feet.

• The young prince pressing an ear against Mrs. Potts’ pregnant belly and asking what she’ll name the baby.

• Plumette taking a break from her cleaning to teach the prince how to dance because the tutors are so scary and aren’t good dancers to begin with.

• Garderobe and Cadenza teaching the prince how to sing and play the harpsichord.

• Chapeau always there to take the prince’s coat or catch him before he falls or help him find his mother because the castle is so big and the prince always feels too small.

• Imagine the staff teasing the prince whenever a pretty little girl caught his eye.

• Imagine the staff singing Be Our Guest on the prince’s birthday.

• Imagine the staff standing by his side at his mother’s funeral.

• Imagine them sadly and reluctantly turning away when he came to one of them with teary eyes and a new bruise.

• Imagine the prince turning cold toward them.

• Because they weren’t just his staff they were his family, and a part of him always loved them.

[Three Panel Illustrated Comic titled “Sofa-Human”.

Panel 1: A close up of a big eyed Chihuahua/Russell Terrier mix dog named Robbie climbing on to the lap of Jessica, who is sitting in her chair. She says to Robbie “Who’s a good boy?”. He sniffs her chair as he stretches across her lap, and thinks to himself “Hmm, so these humans are sofas too? And move? I’ve never seen moving sofa-humans before.”

Panel 2: Lianna is titled back in her chair, with Robbie stretched across her chest and lap. She says “Good dog!” as he closes his eyes and wags his tail while she pets his back. Robbie thinks to himself “Mmm, I get cuddles and nap times? Every dog should have a sofa-human!”

Panel 3: Lianna is being lifted out of her chair with a sling and ceiling lift, with her mother to her side. Robbie witnesses Lianna out of her chair in shock and worry, while yelling “WAIT!! WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING TO MY SOFA-HUMAN?!!” Lianna and her mom look at the dog, only hearing BARK BARK BARK BARK. Lianna says “Hey, no barking!” And her mom looks at Robbie and says “Shhh!” making the shhh gesture with her hand to her mouth.]

Our dog still doesn’t like it when we’re not in our chair, and we’re pretty sure this is why.

anonymous asked:

So... Lets talk about Lena! Do you headcanon her as Irish or any other nationality? Do you agree with the hc that she's a crybaby? That she's 24? That she's kind of a player? Any personal headcanons?

I would LOVE to talk about Lena!

I have entertained the headcanon of her being Irish though it isn’t one that I think of often. I do not believe it was mentioned where Lionel was on his business trip when he was with Lena’s mother soooo Ireland. Why not?! Justifies the adorable accent slip too

I wouldn’t necessarily call her a crybaby but I would call her very emotional and vulnerable. When things get heavy she does fight those tears really hard and in those situations she has a good reason to cry. Though I did see a post that mentioned when Eliza hugs her she would cry but only because that is a really big deal. That’s Kara’s mother and the idea of being embraced by the woman the raised Kara, someone that is very important in her life and on top of that an excellent mother/mother figure, something Lena hasn’t experienced in 20 years and probably hardly even remembers feeling…. 😭😭😭😭

I always had an hc that she was older than 24 but it is canon. Even though SG has always been a little weird about the canon ages so I’ve just kind of given up there. I wouldn’t call her a player either. I think she would definitely be open to the idea of commitment but has been hurt in the past. I think that her previous relationships would have her feeling jaded and because of that, everything with Lex and the rest of her family she would shut down at times and focus more on her work. I think she would have the occasional fling but not in a matter that she is a flirtatious player. Only because she wants some sort of connection and release even if it is just for a night. Of course that would all change once she met Kara.

@supercorptrashed and I have also worked on a headcanon together concerning Lena being an excellent cook. Long story short (because I’ve typed too much already) she learned from the staff at Luthor estate because at a young age she didn’t have anyone to really spend time with. So the cook eventually decided to teach Lena as much as she could and it turned out she had quite a knack for it. There’s more to it but that’s the super abbreviated version.

sexyassphan  asked:

"Hey there do u know the fanfic which is a txs where dan is the teacher and phil is the student dan has a family and stuff and I think phil kills someone? Idk it was hella dark" this is probably 'my love for you is illegal' on wattpad by crazzedfangirl24

My love for you is illegal (wattpad) - Mr howell is the hot new drama teacher, with a beautiful and caring wife named Jade, Becky his 8 year old daughter and Kyle his 15 year old adopted son. But when he starts his new school as a drama teacher, a subject he is most passionate about and wants to teach the wonders of the topic to everyone, he chooses a rather tacky school for his rich life style. And his only classes are six-form, the students who actually want to learn and act mature. But, not everyone is like that. Phil Lester, a quite boy with no more than one good companion, took drama because his mother forced him too, for her own selfish self as she wants a son who is rich. Phil immediately catches Mr Howells attention as being different and he can’t stop himself from wanting to keep the boy safe from all the bad things in his life, the only problem being, Phil can’t be safe, not anywhere. And he most definitely can’t be fixed.

- Tori


I’m still very upset about bnha 132…so I wrote this. Just a short thing about Amajiki trying to cope that was written very quickly.

[AO3] [Charity Commissions] [Writing blog]

He finally got to go home.

What was that phrase? Be careful what you wish for. Just another thing he wasn’t good at, apparently.

Keep reading

sixshootcr  asked:



No one puzzles Jack the way McCree does. They’re alike in some ways, dissonant in others. They don’t talk much, and don’t communicate at all. What do they have to share? Not feelings or experiences, only other people – Gabe, Ana.

As a farmboy, he knows better than to underestimate McCree, not to mistake languid speech for stupidity. No one accomplishes what this kid has without wits and a steel spine. 

He watches for a while as Ana takes the boy out onto the shooting range. Morrison stays well away for several reasons, foremost of which is the mother factor. McCree does well with her. 

It’s a whim, falling into step beside the young man. Jack’s good with girls, but his paternal streak extends to boys. 

The hat comes off for a moment. Morrison sees his chance and slings his arm over the kid’s shoulders, then pulls him close in a solid, one-armed hug. The kiss he sticks on McCree’s head is rough, but affectionate.

“Good shooting.” Not so great coming from only a fair shot, but it’s meant well. “Keep it up, Wild Bill.” 

I worked at a craft store the summer before college.  Here are my best (and the best of the worst) moments:

- A man bought 190 mason jars with lids.  I asked him if this was for a wedding, or if he was making jam.  He was doing neither.  He did not have plans for mason jars.  He just thought they were a really good sale.

- A woman bought her brother and his fiance a giant rainbow bow for their wedding present.  She whispered that they had been married before, but that the fiance had dressed as a woman and they wanted to make it real now that it was legal.  She shouted that rainbows are gay.  Her style is unusual.

- A little girl left finger-painted handprints on the inside of the back pockets of the pants I was wearing.  It was the most terrible case of “mistaken mother” I have ever experienced.

- A little girl came in looking for SWAPS for Girl Scout camp (pins you trade with other scouts at camp).  She asked me if I could help her even though I am too old to be a Girl Scout.  I showed her my lifetime membership card and the SWAPS on my keyring.  She told me I am her best friend, and came back two weeks later with a SWAP she had saved for me from camp.

- A woman came through with wedding supplies for her granddaughter and a very nervous outlook on the price.  I asked her what my name was, pretending to forget about my nametag, and when she got it right, pronounced her my good friend and gave her my friends-and-family discount.  She cried.  I might have too.

- A father bought his little boy a doll set.  The boy told me that the last set had been for his friend, but he had liked it much more than she did, so he was getting his own.  His baby sister was chewing on a monster truck.  I liked this family.

- I became known as the cashier who would give you the discounts under my register if you were nice.  The little old ladies who came in every yarn sale loved me.  My coupons and I were their heroes.

- The substitute teacher who had bullied me came through my line and smugly told me that her total was wrong.  I smiled politely and informed her that I had already given her the educator’s discount, but would happily take it off.  She was much less smug after that, as her daughter laughed her out of the store.

- A large woman with a 5 o'clock shadow came through my line.  I told her I liked her skirt.  She responded with the biggest smile I have ever seen.

- And finally, my favorite one:  a nine-year-old girl came up to my register with a stack of t-shirts and told me she had folded them for me, but could not reach where they belonged.  I told her most people would have left them on the floor.  She informed me that I was the cashier who helped her Girl Scout troop mate, and I quote:  "dang it, you do good things for good people!  I want to be a good people like you!“  and skipped out the door, before remembering her mother was still shopping and skipping right back in.

Sometimes, I love retail.

[TRANS] Few anecdotes of fans vising Yoongi’s parents’ restaurant

1. A fan went to Yoongi’s parents’ restaurant to eat and had a little chat with Yoongi’s father. She asked if Holly’s doing good and Yoongi’s father said that Holly doesn’t listen to his words and he’s jealous of Holly’s carefree life.

2. Another fan went there and after chatting with Yoongi’s parents and going to pay the bill, she gave them a slogan and a book she made for Yoongi. Yoongi’s father asked if she’s going to send the book to Yoongi and she nodded, then he said “Just where he is handsome…”. Yoongi’s mother told her to take lots of photos of the trophy, albums and flower bouquets and show off it to other ARMYs. (photo)

While talking about the concerts, Yoongi’s mother asked her “How’s your studying going on? Your oppas said “What’s your dream?” right?“. The fan just laughed and asked Yoongi’s father if Yoongi was good at studying before and he laughed, saying "Yoongi was good. He was even the Reading King.”

© bts_045, cunarin_225

“When I started being a father, I wasn’t ready. Things are great now but I struggled with substance abuse for a long time. I have three older children and I wasn’t very present with them. I’m fifty-one now and this is my last chance. So I’m trying to do my best with this one. He’s my little baby. Thankfully I’m good friends with his mother so I’m able to see him every day. But I’ve never lived with him. I don’t wake him up in the morning or help him get ready for school. I hear my other friends talking about these things and I just hate it. It makes me feel so guilty. But I’m doing my best. It’s not the best. But it’s my best.”

(São Paulo, Brazil)

I was rereading the comic right before Jack and Shitty’s last game and Shitty says that if they win he gets a lifetime supply of Jack Zimmermann hugs. Well, obviously they lost. But, I was thinking about everything and… here you go.

Tater leaves the Christmas celebration after a slice of pie, bowing out by saying he needs to Skype with his mother. It gives the apartment the odd, after-Christmas feeling where nothing feels quite real. 

But it’s nice, just Jack and Bitty and Shitty in the kitchen, similar to how it was in the Haus. 

“Bits,” Jack says, exasperated. “You just cooked an entire Christmas dinner. By yourself. No, don’t say I helped, we all know a kindergartner could have helped just as much. Let me and Shitty do the dishes.”

Bitty sighs but relents, retreating to the living room. 

“You two are so good for each other it hurts,” Shitty says, shaking his head. “Honestly. Hosting Christmas dinner together. Bitty here for the holidays.”

“It’s great,” Jack says, barely catching a lovesick sigh before it escapes. “I’ve never… I don’t even know how to put it. But I’ve never. Any of this.”

“The great Jack Zimmermann, finally spilling deets,” Shitty says, elbowing him playfully where he’s drying dishes. “’I’ve never any of this’. Such detail. Such poetry.”

“Oh, shut up,” Jack gets out around a laugh. “Because you’re so generous with information about you and Lardo.”

“Look at us, all grown up and in secret, clandestine relationships. We’ve grown up so fast,” Shitty says, wiping away a fake tear. 

“Oh - that reminds me. I have something for you.” Jack wipes his soapy hands off and heads for the hall closet. 

“Hey! I thought -”

“It’s really small. Not a big thing.”

“This is coming from the person who bought his teammate an oven just because -”

“No, this is actually a small thing. It probably cost a dollar. Rounding up. And it can be for your birthday if you don’t want it to be a Christmas present.” Jack reenters the room with a tiny gift bag, which Shitty takes. 

“You’re ridiculous, Jack, I don’t know why - holy shit.” Shitty stops midsentence when he opens the gift. 

“Ah, I don’t know if you remember? But our last game -”

“I said that if we won I get a lifetime of Zimmermann hugs.” Shitty stares at the homemade, printed certificate. 

“Right, but we lost. But I know I haven’t been a great friend these past couple of months -” Shitty snorts. “- but you’re not any less important to me now. So. Yeah.”

“So you just gave me an infinite supply of hugs. In writing.” 

“We can get it notarized if you want.”

We can get it note - Good God, Zimmermann, how does Bitty put up with you?” Shitty says it in an exasperated tone, but his voice gets thick and he has to wipe his eyes a little. 

“You’ll have to ask him, because hell if I know.”

“I’m cashing in on one of these,” Shitty says, waving the certificate a little. “Right now.”

Day Ninety-Nine

-In a battle of etiquette-based oneupmanship, I found myself engaged in an ever-reciprocating chain of goodbyes and waves. My opponent: a four year-old with a penchant for trucks. The sparring waged on until, after the thirty-seventh goodbye, the tired mother hushed her son, leaving me as the reigning champion.

-A six year-old tore the bag of a Minecraft toy and insisted to his mother that she had to buy it now, that it was her duty to purchase the damaged goods. Whether a sincere act of guilt or simply a masterful career-making con, it was ultimately in vain, as the mother hid the evidence and led her children on a grand escape.

-A man attempted to leave his empty Starbucks cup at a vacant register to get away with not throwing it away himself. Unfortunately for him, this had actually been my register, and I had stepped away momentarily. My return was perfectly timed as I successfully spooked the life out of him and he swiftly snatched it up and made a run for it. Justice prevails once more.

-I caught a woman in her forties Instagramming her Starbucks experience. Not with a picture of her drink, but rather, the entire Starbucks. I am deeply and truly proud of this woman for living her life to the fullest.

-I listened, enraptured, as two girls debated whether or not they share a mother. I only wish I could have heard the conclusion.

-Today, we at my store are facing the unspeakable: a near-complete bag shortage. We have been raiding adjacent lanes for whatever bags they had to spare, but these resources will soon dry up. We are left with few options. Our next raid will have to be a nearby location. We must survive. Whatever the cost.

-“Don’t talk to me, I have to go to Walmart,” A mother snapped at her children. I understand. I, too, can lose my temper when facing such a harrowing realization.

-In the midst of a casual conversation, a guest dropped that she “is going to eat the heiny out of a horse.” I do not know her, and I may be overstepping my bounds here, but please LEAVE THE HORSE ALONE.

-A couple came through my lane and purchased only a large bottle of lube. This in itself did not faze me, however, the payment did. As he handed me his cash, I noticed that the middle two fingers on his dominant hand had been broken and were in a cast. Clearly, this is a man who has learned his lesson the hard way.

Prince Adam Headcanons.

I’m so in love DON’T TOUCH ME. Here are a few more headcanons because I have no self control.

  • Prince Adam physically kills me like just imagine this cinnamon roll, who’s so starved for affection from the person he loves because he spent so long as The Beast, that he literally shudders whenever you touch him. 
    • A good sort of shudder as it reminds him that he earned your love and has gained your trust in the best ways possible.
  • The feeling of bare fingertips trailing on his skin. A sort of intimate affection he hadn’t actually gotten since his mother passed away. 
    • Your hands brushing through his hair. It’s silky between your fingertips and leaves you feeling warm. Adam shuts his eyes and enjoys the feeling. 
      • Imagine putting flowers in your hair and he absolutely lets you. Adam actually enjoys this a lot more than you thought. 
      • You always choose colors that’ll make his eyes pop even more.
  • The gentlest and pure sort of love. Holding hands with one another and just generally enjoying one another’s company. Bonus points if one of you is reading to the other. You love to hear him read. He’s got a lovely voice.
    • If the two of you aren’t holding hands, he’ll wrap his pinkie finger around yours and pull your hand into an embrace.
      • Probably a bit protective too. Say, you’re out at an event together and he has the underlying feeling that someone he doesn’t like seems fixated on you, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and keep you close to him. 
        • Presses his lips to your hairline constantly through the night whenever he catches eyes with them to assure that they know you’re there with him.
  • Adam trying to give you a kiss to the cheek after eating and he happens to have soup on his face from not using a spoon. He tries, but ultimately fails when you throw napkins at him from across the table.
  • Even sitting next to one another, and with a small smile, he bumps his knee against yours and convinces you with a rather sincere grin to lean against him.
  • Those exceedingly late nights where he finds himself unable to sleep and curls into a small ball, coaxing you to hold him because that’s all he needs right now. The assurance that you and your love are not going to leave him. Usually happens after a nightmare.
    • Even those nights where the two of you can’t sleep and you end up reading by the fireplace, snuggled next to each other. 
      • Sort of funny though, he’ll seem more invested in your book than in his sometimes.
  • The small smile he gives you before he leaves you with a wisp of a kiss on your lips. Barely a touch, and his lips are still curled into a smile as he pulls away. Adam’s fingers trace under your eye, above your cheek. A tender stroke.
    • Even when he kisses the back of your hand, you can feel all of the emotion he pours into it.
    • Uhm, don’t get me started on forehead kisses okay. But, just imagine him cupping both sides of your face, looking at you with those beautiful blue eyes and craning his head down and kissing the middle of your forehead. His lips linger. Things are all right now and are only going to get better.

Y’all, I hoped you like these! Thank you for reading, and as always, Reblogs and likes are really appreciated! Thank you!!! -Em.


#if anyone understands grief and loss  #it’s magnus bane #an immortal  #who has lost too many people #mortals and immortals alike #he’s been through this #losing his own mother in a shocking way #losing family and friends and lovers #he gives good advice

Suspend belief for just a moment and try to grasp the story they are telling you. Louis cheated on Eleanor with Briana and she conceived Freddie but it was all just casual even though he was supposedly shopping for wedding cakes and Tammi was following bridal accounts on twitter but that’s not right either because they were together and it wasn’t just a casual one night stand and he was cheating when he kissed pool girl and held Tamara’s hand because they were still in a relationship at that time but wait then he started dating Danielle and to prove it was real and legit he unfollowed Eleanor on Instagram the night Danielle was at the jingle ball and things were just perfect other than intrusive paps in Mexico then in November Danielle flies to England with Louis under the guise of being the good girlfriend and she’s there the entire month of December and at some point early in the month Briana flies in as well with Freddie and Louis is somehow grieving the loss of his mother spending time with his child spending time with Danielle celebrating his birthday with Danielle and his friends celebrating Christmas with Danielle and his family but he STILL found time to rekindle his romance with Eleanor making it look like he once again cheated this time on Danielle despite her being the one caught holding someone else’s hand on New Year’s Eve. It’s all beyond being believable.


tiny children

Fugos ranked

#1 Green Fugo

A very Good and Handsome Fugo. The colors jive well and are easy on the eyes. A top tier Fugo indeed. 

#2 Albino Fugo

The color palette is a bit extreme, but the bold look fits his character, making this Fugo a certified good Fugo. Albino Fugo also scores points for his partially Abbachio-matching color scheme. The young goth imitates its mother. 

#3 Haze Fugo

It’s nice that he matches his stand, and purple does suit our boy well, but his hair is a bit off-putting with the purple. A white haired Fugo would work much better in this get up.

#4 Craft Single

Jesus christ this is a discarded piece of cheese you find in the bottom of the crisper weeks after noticing an odd smell wafting from your fridge. Full body pictures of this monstrosity are outlawed in at least 4 countries and 13 states. Araki saw this color palette and immediately dropped Fugo from the story. This fucker unleashed the power of the sun and then forgot to releash it. Everything about this color scheme is a crime against mother nature. 

Probably the most terrifying scene of all

The fact that Bum has always been someone who has gone through so much shit in his life. Death of his parents, history of self harm, raped by his uncle, a social outcast, weaker, little to no confidence, bullied and thrown into the army who ignored his poor health. The guy has gone through a lot. 

Then he thinks he finally has a friend, this one person who he could connect with who also suffered rape and abuse. It is bad enough he’s got a disorder too and all he wanted was to just have somebody. Not to feel so alone and even she turns on him. 

There then is Sangwoo who wears an innocent mask with a monster behind it. Again suffered abuse and probably some sexual abuse off his own mother (we dont know yet but hey… it could be possible). Bum receives a good beating and horrific torture off him too. That still to me isn’t the worst thing that has happened until now… Bum has just murdered a (yes very bitch) but innocent young woman all because of a shitty memory of another shitty person who was abused by yet another full of shit monster she had to call “father’.

Bum is tired of the fucking world. They’ve paid him no favours, no one wants to help him mentally or physically. No one cares, he’s no life outside of Sangwoo’s home anymore or anything. 

“But I don’t care”

In a sick and twisted way I can’t say I blame Bum. If I was treated like this I don’t think I would care either. It’s wrong and not right of course but I feel like I can sympathise with his way of thinking here. He’s hit rock bottom and for the first time Bum has actually screamed out his anger, vented out every shard of hatred in his entire beam and we’ve never seen this side of him before. 

Sangwoo has opened the door to a monster and it’s one he’s most likely going to train.


Poirot and the 1930s Charleston dance