but this one!

anonymous asked:

Please never get that obnoxious again holy hell. Some real bad opinions coming from you

*pulls up to the intercom at the Bad Opinions According To This Anon drivethru* hey yeah can i get a fuckin uhhhhh “gay kids exist and deserve to see themselves represented in media”

boftboy  asked:

not to be that person but jotaro has a rocking tattoo thats ocean related and also unrelated do u have any pride hcs? like how they are at pride parades(is that the right thing??) and if they go or not?

i just realized i read this wrong….i thought you were talking about jotaro having a pride related ocean tattoo and i absolutely jumped at the idea


Daehwi and Woojin in BNM Boys’ “Hollywood” Dance Practice

almost nobody interesting lives near me and the only people i enjoy talking to are people online who live like, hundreds of miles away from me sadly

and it’s been like this for years basically? i have friends from high school that i talk to but we don’t necessarily have the same exact interests and we just got along because mutual friends but it just feels


You only get so many second chances
Don’t waste a second second guessing
Not everything’s always your fault
Life’s not always simple
You don’t have to hate yourself.

dduchovnys  asked:

prompt: In "Detour", Scully sings "Joy to the World" to a wounded Mulder, to stay awake and comfort him (we all know that was part of it. let's just admit it.) What if the situation was reversed? What would Mulder sing to her?

THANK YOU SO MUCH! I’m not sure this is exactly what you were thinking, but this is what came to my mind. I’d put in season 6? Maybe.

“Does this remind you of anything?” Mulder, very carefully, draws Scully closer to him. Her coat rustles; the thick layers don’t provide enough warmth for her shivering body. It’s the shock, she told him a few minutes ago. Ever the doctor, his Scully. Right now she’s a petulant patient, though.

“No,” she replies, her teeth chattering, “should it?”

“I’m wounded, Scully. Remember the mothmen case in Florida?” Scully groans and he takes it as a yes. The scene is eerily similar: stranded in the woods, thanks to him, and one of them injured in need of warmth and comfort. The only difference is that this time it’s Scully who is in pain.

“We really should bring sleeping bags next time.” He chuckles at her remark before he turns serious again. “How is your leg?” Scully isn’t prone to injuries the same way he is and Mulder wishes he’d been ahead of her. He would have tripped over the tree root and then fallen right into a hidden trap. Scully insisted on being fine at first, unsurprisingly, but when they stopped and she inspected her leg, there was a gaping cut and her ankle swollen. Which is why, once again, they’re trapped in the forest, swallowed by darkness.

“I’ll live.” His little trooper.

“You need to sleep, Scully.” He maneuvers her even closer, providing all the warmth he can give her. She feels light as a feather on him. She sighs as she cuddles against him, the absence of any protest proving how exhausted she is. When she draws her leg closer, she winces.

“You will be fine, right?” He should be the one assuring her that everything would turn out all right. But he deals in hope and dreams, and she is the medical doctor.

“Yes, Mulder. The cut isn’t deep and it’s not infected. My ankle is merely sprained. I’ll be fine.“

“Good. That’s good…do you want me to tell you a story?”

“Hm, no,” Scully’s voice is thick with sleep; Mulder hopes the ibuprofen she had with her helps alleviate the pain to a degree so she can get some rest, “you made me sing… when we were in the forest like this. You made me sing.” Mulder smiles; she wasn’t lying when she said she couldn’t carry a tune. What she doesn’t know though is that he can.

“I’ll sing to you,” he whispers into the cool night, “but it won’t be Joy to the World.” She mumbles something against his thigh and he puts his arms around her tightly.

“Just pretend,” he begins singing, his voice low; he sure isn’t Elvis, but he’s better than she is, “I’m holding you… and whispering things soft and low.” She is quiet against him; the shivering has stopped for now.

“And think of me, how it’s gonna be. Just pretend I didn’t go… when I walked away, I heard you say if you need me, you know what to do. I knew it then, I’d be back again. Just pretend I’m right here with you.”

“Don’t need to.” Scully’s voice is soft against him, barely above a whisper. He leans his head down, her hair almost tickling his nose.

“Sleep, Scully.”

“Hm. But don’t need to… pretend. You’re here, Mulder. Here with me.” She can’t see it, he knows, but he smiles anyway and he nods. He’s here and he’ll never leave her. Not willingly.

“Chorus?” She asks sleepily and it sounds like she’s smiling, too. He hopes she is as he continues singing to her, never stopping once until he’s certain she is asleep.

Everyone knew that Harry was a cheeky person. Harry knew he was a cheeky person. He had been ever since he was young! In fact, if there was ever an award given for the world’s most cheeky person, he would win it hands-down. That is… until he met you. 

The first time he met you was at one of his meetings as a solo artist. You were the resident coffee girl, but since Harry was Harry… He asked for a green juice. Now, you were used to people asking for juices and all that, but Harry’s order was… a little over the top. (“A tropical green juice with cucumbers, cilantro, celery, kale - you can’t forget the kale - a squeeze of lime, a slice of ginger, and a splash of apple juice. But not the apple juice from the carton. Fresh apple juice.”) Obviously, you went and got him his super extra drink, but you couldn’t let him slide without some kind of teasing remark(s). 

“I never realized the Harry Styles’ go to drink was Shrek juice.” You set his drink down on the table by him, being careful not to whack his head with your tray of drinks. “You can’t get any greener than this. I’m pretty sure the juice place is out of kale because of your drink.” 

“That’s enough, Y/N.” Your boss warned, making you roll your eyes playfully and wave him off. 

“No, s’alright! A little teasing never hurts.” Harry chuckled, his eyes following you around the room as you gave everyone else their drinks. There was something special about you, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe because he had never seen someone wear pineapple patterned socks in a professional workplace. 

Over time, Harry found himself becoming more and more attracted to you. It wasn’t just because of your pretty face and your interesting taste in socks, it was just… He liked everything about you. And as much as he liked you (he hadn’t realized just yet that he was quite possibly 100% in love with you) he could do without the attitude-fueled remarks sometimes. 

“Y/N! I can’t find my other sock, have yeh seen it?” Harry turned around to glance at you before returning his attention to the sock drawer. 

“Maybe it’s on your ass.” You replied, flipping through your magazine nonchalantly. Harry scowled and turned to look at you again before giving you a pointed look. 

“I don’ have time for your sassiness, love. I’ve got a meeting in half an hour and I need my lucky socks.” 

“No, seriously. It’s stuck on your ass.” You pointed out, Harry reaching behind and realizing that yes, his other sock was indeed stuck on his bottom. 

“How did that even…” Harry trailed off, shaking his head while he slipped on the other sock. “Anyways, I’ll be out for a while but I’ll bring something back for yeh? How about a juice or a coffee or something?” 

“A juice sounds nice! It’s hot today.” You nodded, tossing your magazine aside to focus your attention on him. Also because now was the perfect opportunity for a cheeky remark. 

“I could go for a juice, too. Which one did you want? Tha’ banana-strawberry one?” 

“I’m actually in the mood for a green juice today. I’d like a tropical green juice. With… cucumbers, cilantro, celery, kale - you can’t forget the kale - a squeeze of lime, a slice of ginger, and a splash of apple juice. But-”

“-not the apple juice from the carton.” Harry finished, shaking his head at you while trying his best to fight a smile. He should have seen that one coming.

Fresh apple juice.” You grinned, humming as Harry leaned down to give you a quick kiss. 

“Alright, you brat. I’ll be back with your Shrek juice.” 


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fandrifter! she’s a racoon who managed to escape the crystal much like the racoon hermit, but not….so unscathed,, 

the crystal is mostly benign but it covers a good portion of her body, and her helmet helps her “see”. the display on her visor can change to whatever sort of eyes she wants. tl;dr