but you see little glimpses

She’s not the type of girl you’re used to… and you’re not quite sure if you like it or not. She’s not easy to get to know. She’s guarded and closed off… anything even slightly personal is harder to get to than Fort Knox. With her – it’s always one step forwards and two steps back and it’s SO frustrating… But you think maybe you kind of like it… because when you see those little glimpses of her you know you’re probably the only person who ever has.
She can’t be charmed… she’s not that type of girl. She manages to twist your compliments into insults or downplay them into jokes, and again… it’s so frustrating!!! Why can’t she believe that you like her!? Why can’t she just accept that she’s beautiful?
She can’t be bought because again… she’s not that type of girl. Jewelry, flowers, gifts… none of it interests her and she gets angry if you try it. She seems to think it’s effortless, and to her credit she’s kind of right… you’re simply repeating the same rehearsed steps to try and make her like you that you did with every other girl… and it won’t work… because she’s not like other girls.
She’s demure yet provocative… She runs hot and cold… She’s self-conscious, but also self-assured… In fact, she’s just about every contradiction you can possibly think of and yet you’re somehow addicted to this roller coaster ride because you know that even when she’s being the complete opposite of herself she’s still the most ‘real’ woman you think you’ve ever met and you just want to get to know her more. You want to see all of her… get inside her mind… know everything there is to know about her…
But she won’t let you. She’s not that type of girl. And when the day comes to let her go and kiss her goodbye forever, you can tell she wants to cry… But she won’t… because she’s not that type of girl. She never was. She never will be… And that’s exactly what you loved about her most.
She’s not the type of girl you’re used to… and you’re not quite sure if you like it or not. She’s not easy to get to know. She’s guarded and closed off… anything even slightly personal is harder to get to than Fort Knox. With her – it’s always one step forwards and two steps back and it’s SO frustrating… But you think maybe you kind of like it… because when you see those little glimpses of her you know you’re probably the only person who ever has.
She can’t be charmed… she’s not that type of girl. She manages to twist your compliments into insults or downplay them into jokes, and again… it’s so frustrating!!! Why can’t she believe that you like her!? Why can’t she just accept that she’s beautiful?
She can’t be bought because again… she’s not that type of girl. Jewelry, flowers, gifts… none of it interests her and she gets angry if you try it. She seems to think it’s effortless, and to her credit she’s kind of right… you’re simply repeating the same rehearsed steps to try and make her like you that you did with every other girl… and it won’t work… because she’s not like other girls.
She’s demure yet provocative… She runs hot and cold… She’s self-conscious, but also self-assured… In fact, she’s just about every contradiction you can possibly think of and yet you’re somehow addicted to this roller coaster ride because you know that even when she’s being the complete opposite of herself she’s still the most ‘real’ woman you think you’ve ever met and you just want to get to know her more. You want to see all of her… get inside her mind… know everything there is to know about her…
But she won’t let you. She’s not that type of girl.
And when the day comes to let her go and kiss her goodbye forever, you can tell she wants to cry… But she won’t… because she’s not that type of girl. She never was. She never will be…
And that’s exactly what you loved about her most.
—  Ranata Suzuki | Not that type of girl
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dating Suga (BTS) would include:

  • first things first, sleep is the most important thing in this relationship obviously
  • it will be three in the morning and he’s still working on the same rap and you literally get up and wrestle him to the bed but when you try to get up in the morning, he wraps his arms and legs around you so you can’t leave
  • he tries so damn hard to hide how much he cares but every now and then you see little glimpses of it when he lets things slip or when you catch him just kinda staring at you like you’re made of diamonds or something
  • if you mention in passing something that you’ve been wanting, he will take out his credit card and will hand it to you without a word and you’re like that’s not necessary babe
  • but then he says he feels bad because he works all the time so he doesn’t have time to buy you nice things so at least this way he can get you something
  • and it’s ridiculously sweet of him to say that so you toss the card and straddle his lap and shove your tongue down his throat
  • there will be times in the middle of the night where he will throw one of his hoodies at you and invites you on a run to the store with him because he needs ramen to finish this verse
  • when you go out with the group, you and him are the two that don’t say a word but stuff your mouths with food and make weird derp faces at each other to see who can make the other spit out their drink first
  • yoongi the type to go from zero to sixty real quick, like you’re both discussing what to have for dinner and he’s thinking he’s in the mood for something spicy then he whispers in your ear how good you would look bent over the dining table just saying
  • he falls asleep on you all the time, even if you’re in the middle of a conversation with him, telling him that your period was late and he just kinda falls over and lands perfectly in your lap
  • there are times when he puts too much stress on himself and he will stomp around the bedroom swearing and shouting his frustrations and you just stand there to listen but when his face tenses up because he wants to cry so badly but he doesn’t wanna cry in front of you that you rush over and hold him
  • you are backstage for almost every performance because you’re his support system and you never fail to stroke that ego because he deserves it
  • fighting is rare but arguments are common because you both have strong opinions about things but he has never raised his voice or lost his temper, he’s more inclined to silent intimidation or cold shoulders until everything blows over
  • occasionally the two of you are just chatting quietly and that lisp will show up and at this point you’re both so chill that he don’t care if you hear it and you think it’s cute but you don’t say anything
  • the members will ask him if he had a good weekend and he will very calmly tell them that he spent most of it between your thighs and they understand that’s why he’s in such a good mood
  • and he’s the type to sit down during practice and feel something in his back pocket and has no idea what it could be and he pulls it out and it’s your panties then he just snickers and puts it back while he replays the memory in his head
  • the kid cannot hold his liquor, he becomes an obnoxious little shit when he drinks and most of the time you’re just struggling to get him to a couch or bed so he doesn’t bust his head when he finally passes out
  • after a while you both have matching styles and clothes like you go out wearing leather jackets and snapbacks with swear words on them and people dart out of your path but they have no idea you’re both squealing over kummamon
  • yoongi never wants to meet your parents, because he truly believes he’s not good enough for you and worries that one day you will move on to someone who is more worthy of you and that thought keeps him up at night he’s an idiot
  • after some really good sex he will hold you and will jokingly play around and ask you to marry him and you always answer yes this makes him very happy
  • he’s spitting fire and you’re screaming at the top of your lungs as you watch and when you finally meet up with him after the performance you smack his butt and brag “that’s my man” and he freaking loves that
  • whines about how much he hates dancing while he lays on the bed pouting so you prance around in your underwear trying to dance dope and he finally shuts up before showing you the correct way to do it
  • whenever he hugs you before leaving whether for a few hours or a few months it’s painful because you’re like his best friend in the universe and he just wants to give you everything and when he can’t it tears him up
  • in his opinion heaven is when you and him are in a hammock somewhere and are the only two people left in the world

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Not What They Seem (Part 3!!!)

Originally posted by hellomadzstuff

Part 1

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Y/N’s POV

And so, as great love stories start, we became friends. If I’m being totally honest, friendship was even more painful than him hating me. With Alex hating me, I knew exactly where I stood. But friendship is like looking through a stained glass window. You can see glimpses of the other side, little, obscure flashes of what might be out there, but the focus is on the big picture. Well, it was exactly like that with Alex. It was little things, like his hand lingering for a second too long on my back, or him taking me out to get ice cream and him holding my eye contact for a second too long, or him refusing to let me pay for my Starbucks in the mornings. But then those little things are quickly squashed by him turning that lingering hand into a playful arm punch, or the photo we take at the ice cream shop being posted on Instagram with the caption “friend of the year.” And it was frustrating. But having these one on one moments with him, the midnight texts when he’s having an anxiety attack or I’m stressing over a big test are the ones that make up for the glimpses of “what could’ve been.”

But I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t still have a huge, gigantic crush on Alex freaking Standall.

I lived for those little moments, and I let my expectations build themselves up only to be crushed with the transformations afterwards. So I drew. I got my stress out through my drawings. When I couldn’t tell Alex why I was upset at the party where he was flirting with Miranda, I went home, cried for a little bit, blamed it on food poisoning and drew. I drew Alex sitting alone, concentrating on his guitar. I drew Alex smiling at a lunch table, the other faces blurred around him, the central focus on his beaming blonde face. I drew Alex’s hands, the ones that so deftly moved up and down the guitar. I drew his smile, the one that lit up whenever he saw one of his friends, and I drew his frown, the one that appeared whenever Monty was around, or whenever I cried.

But they all were in my sketchbook, my secret, drawn diary, which Alex would never ever see. Until May 19.

May 19 started like any normal day. A boring school day, a Friday, but the air was abuzz with summer and senioritis. Alex drove me home, and we had a meaningless conversation about which Disney movie was best as he sped down the freeway. He turned into my driveway, and jumped out, running over to my side to open the door for me. 



“Thanks, Alex.” I smiled at him as he grabbed my bag, throwing it over his shoulder as my dog raced over to him.

“Hiya, Tucker!” He dropped to his knees, switching into his baby voice as he scratched him behind the ears. Tucker loved Alex. That made two of us.

We headed inside, Tucker following closely behind as we went into my room. “How much does Communications suck?” I groaned, unzipping my backpack and dumping everything out onto my bed.

Alex groaned in agreement. “I know. How many essays can one person write about active listening?”

“I’ll be right back. I just have to grab my laptop charger.” I left the room and walked towards the kitchen, pausing to toss a ball into the living room for Tucker to chase. He bounded across the floor, his claws skidding slightly on the hardwood. I giggled as he raced back over, dropping the ball at my feet. “One more throw, buddy. That’s it. I gotta get homework done.” He raced away, and I grabbed the charger and two glasses of water. I walked down the hall and heard pages flipping from my room, and I entered to find Alex sitting in a beanbag, with my sketchbook open on his lap. But not just open to anything, open to the drawing of a certain blonde haired boy sitting in that very beanbag, a mischievous smirk on his face and his eyes beaming slightly to the left.

My eyes flew open in shock as I dropped the two water glasses onto my carpet.

Alex looked up at me, no shame evident in his face. Actually, he wore that same mischievous smirk as in the picture. “You sure draw a lot of pictures of a blonde kid that looks like me, Y/N.” He said, his voice lilting playfully.

“That…you weren’t supposed to see that. Those. Any of the drawings.” I stammered, turning bright red and dropping to my knees to soak up the water on my rug.  I glanced up slightly to see Alex taking slow, deliberate steps towards me.

“You’re a really good artist, Y/N. Is there a reason you like to draw me?” He knelt down next to me.

I shook my head, refusing to make eye contact.

“C’mon, Y/N. Tell meeeee.” He drew out the e, playfully poking my sides, that same mischievous smirk on his face.

“I drew you because you’re nice to draw.” He chuckled, pulling up my chin to face him.

“You drew me because I’m sexy as fuck and gorgeous, and you know it.”

I snorted. “Sure, Alex. That’s why I drew you.”

He smirked again. “Hey, you said it.” He paused, making sure I was looking directly into his bright blue eyes. “It sucks that I can’t draw….”

I just rolled my eyes, still bright red, as I gathered my sketchbook and shoved it under my bed.

“C’mon, Y/N! This is where you’re supposed to ask why it sucks that I can’t draw.”

I rolled my eyes again, a smile spreading across my face. “Why does it suck that you can’t draw?”

“Because you’re sexy as fuck and gorgeous and I sure as hell know that.” My eyes shot open with that statement, and Alex leaned in quickly, capturing my mouth with his. He gently placed a hand on my back, pushing me in towards him as he deepened the kiss. I placed a hesitant hand on his shoulder as he knotted his hand in my hair, pressing against me for a few seconds until he pulled back, leaning his forehead against mine. Butterflies rocketed around my stomach as his cool breath flickered across my cheek, and he pressed his lips to mine one more time, very quickly.

“What… just happened.” I said, less of a question than a statement.

Alex just smiled. “Y’know, it’s a good thing I found that book, because I didn’t know if you felt the same way. God, I’ve been waiting for months to do that. But now I can do that whenever I want because holy shit that felt good.”

I smiled, hesitantly looking up at him. “Can we do that again?”

He groaned, pushing me gently to the ground, panting slightly as he hovered over me. “You don’t even need to ask.”



a/n: hope you guys liked it!! send me requests :)

anonymous asked:

Headcanons being Harley's sister

Being Harley’s sister:

  • While she’s working as a psychiatrist at Arkham, you’re a cop for the GCPD. You’re wary of her new job but she assures you she can handle herself 
  • You not liking the Joker and how he’s affecting Harley, and you openly voice your opinion to her. You often fight about her relationship with Joker. 
  • Both of you are fiercely protective of each other, although Harley has a hard time showing that.
  • You constantly trying to visit her when she’s at Belle Reve. You talk about when you were little and sometimes you see glimpses of her old personality. You have a hard time trying to adjust to her new personality, but she’s your sister and you’ll never leave her side. 
  • When you hear that she’s being recruited for the Suicide Squad you immediately volunteer to fight with them under Flag. Harley tries to stop you but you do it anyway
  • Flag and Deadshot like you because you’re pretty much the only one who can (to some extent) control Harley. They can’t believe you’re sisters though because your personalities are so different. 
  • Boomerang tries to flirt with you. Harley immediately shuts him down. 
  • Both of you learning from each other. You’re much more reserved, and you teach Harley to be less spontaneous and reckless. But Harley also teaches you to relax a bit and be more adventurous. 
  • Harley always wanting to go out and do something crazy together, but you often turn her down because you don’t want to get in trouble. When you do finally agree though, you have the best freaking night of your lives.

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The one thing I really loved about wonder woman is the small details. For one instance during world war 1 there were many indian people who fought for the british but were never acknowledged, till this day. However during the scenes when they were fighting or the part where the army men were returning or leaving (the train area) you could see glimpses of indian men. This little detail means so much, being a person of indian heritage. This movie is truly a blessing to this world

Where’d You Go - Derek Luh

Pairing: Derek Luh x Reader

Warnings: None 

Request: Hi I love your imagines btw! Could you do a Derek luh imagine based off the song ‘where’d you go’ by Fort minor if it’s not to much to ask. Thanks!

Song Here: Where’d You Go

Where’d you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it’s been forever,
That you’ve been gone.

My boyfriend, Derek, has been on and off of tours for months now. While, even though he visits and we spend his time off together, he spends more time on tour than with his family and I. His parents miss him, his sister misses him, the boys who don’t see him as much miss him. But, and not to be selfish, I feel like I miss him the most and always will. The months that he goes on tour feel like eternities, a feeling that I’ll never get used to as long as I’m with him. 

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Pisces can reflect the people, the situations and the areas around them so much that their accent can even change, their mannerisms and body language. It’s amazing to watch when you become aware of it, especially when you see glimpses of yourself in them, which can be a little too sobering at times. 

Pisces seem to react one of two ways in crowds though, either they get on with everyone and manage to vibe with each person individually, or they feel swamped, like there is too much energy and they are too porous to it, which can make them feel conflicted and confused, pulled in many directions. 

Who is behind ‘Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared’?

So I don’t exactly have a theory of my own for the whole Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared series, I have seen many theories and my brain is a whole mishmash of all these smart philosophical people’s ideas and stuff like that.

One thing I believe however is that Roy, the yellow guy (sometimes known as Manny)’s father is behind all of it.

Since his first appearance in Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared 2: Time, ‘Roy’ has somehow always made an appearance in each of the episodes in the series. Here he is seen wearing one of the ‘brainwashing helmets’ as I like to call them, and the pan on the yellow guy’s head with jewels decorated to look like the one that Roy is wearing. This can be seen as Roy is somehow influences the yellow guy, linking back to the brainwashing, which I think is what the whole message of the series is about: kids being brainwashed through children’s media.

Here is a screenshot from the Kick-starter video released between 2 & 3. In this video there is a scene at the beginning where they have all been kidnapped and are confused as to where they are-well, all except the yellow guy who says ‘Why are we in my dad’s house?’. His question is quickly dismissed by the red guy (aka Harry) who says ‘I don’t think this is your dad’s house.’ and the subject is ended there and spoken of no further.

For the rest of the series, Roy makes no prominent appearances. He is, however, always there. Hidden almost. Watching. Here in Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared 3 Roy is seen to appear for a moment just after Malcolm, the King, appears…

…and here, along with appearances from past ‘friends’ like the notepad and the clock. Just like I said, always watching.

And this is where I first noticed something strange. The credits. From the 3rd episode if you look at the credits right at the end, Roy is the last name to be mentioned. The only ‘puppet’ or character to be mentioned in the credits. At first I thought it was just like a sort of jokey thing, something DHMIS funny.

Okay, take a look here. When things start to go bad for the red guy in Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared 4, look who appears in the corner. There, in the back, at the right. Roy. R O Y. Okay so I’m guessing you’re also starting to see some sort of weird trend here too right? Or maybe it’s just me. Anyway he always seems to appear when things go wrong. Interesting…

And there he is again. Roy’s name right at the end of the credits. Credits. That means he had something to do with it. He has something to do with this.

And now, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared 5 comes out. I watched this the day it came out and I found it, well…unnerving. Especially the fact that one of the trio is missing and another ends up gone at the end of the episode. Anyway as I watched this and read through the comments, someone said that they could see Roy at one point and I kept pausing and playing until I got to this really bad quality screenshot. Oh well. Anyway this is the point when the green duck guy says that he doesn’t want to do this any-more, knocking over the camera. Now, when the camera is knocked over you can see glimpses of little things, and one is where the set ends. And who is looking over the top, or should I say watching over? Roy. The fact that he is looking down from above could mean that he is higher up and the person in control. I don’t know, call me crazy.

And that’s when me and some friends, whilst freaking out over the meaning of the video on WhatsApp, stumbled across the possibility of Roy being the director. Being the main person in charge. In control. Brainwashing his own child. Brainwashing society’s children.

And there it is again, that sneaky ‘& Roy’ at the end of the credits. Hey maybe I’m wrong but that’s my theory. I hope you enjoyed. :)

Plus I’m really sorry its sooooo long I know.

anonymous asked:

Open ask box? Definitely not missing out on holiday requests! May I have Suga, Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa and Akaashi fluffy snow/cuddling (you can choose!) drabbles? Love this blog!

|| Fluffy snow and/or cuddling scenarios coming right up! Fun fact: Here in the Philippines, there’s no snow but the closest I’ve gone to experience cold weather is around the northern area of the country. That aside, here’s some late holiday cuddling with very pretty volleybaes. || 

If there was one thing you learned about Daichi during the winter, it was that he made great hot chocolate. Leaning against him with a cup in your hands, you sigh in content while he surfs through the channels available to see if anything will catch your attention. He gives up once he reaches the end and switches the TV off. Seeing how at peace you seemed so at peace with your hot chocolate, he can’t help but chuckle a bit. “You seem like you’re in heaven,” he teases. You pout, “Well I can’t help it if my boyfriend makes great hot beverages.” He smiles, leaning towards you. “Oh?” Of course he catches off-guard with a kiss. But it’s not like you were against the idea; his lips kept yours warm.

You’re not sure how this all happened but here you are with Sugawara under a pillow fort the two of you had made. Luckily no one else was at home to judge the work have done. Such also meant alone time with the setter, which was something you definitely didn’t mind since it beats being alone or walking in the cold. Lying down face-to-face, Sugawara simply grins, tucking a stray strand of hair off your face. “You know we’re going to have to clean this up later, right?” You say with a light laugh. He hums in agreement as he proceeds to hold you close to him. “We can worry about clean-up later,” he responds. “I just want us to focus on us.” However, upon realizing his words, he can’t help but feel his cheeks rise in temperature. You pecking his cheek didn’t exactly help with the situation.

You’re not sure how Oikawa had persuaded you to go out despite the cold, but here you were now. You’re currently freezing a bit and in need of maybe a scarf and a heater. However, you get the second best thing; such being able to share a scarf with the setter as you both walk hand in hand along the snow-covered park. “Still cold?” He asks. You take the opportunity for a little more affection. “Mmhm,” You tell him. You see a glimpse of his smile as he takes hold of waist. He then bends down, kisses your lips and you can’t help but wonder how his lips were so warm against your slightly cold ones. 

Walking along the streets you rub your hands together as they were starting to freeze. Kuroo notices this and walks ahead of you. You can’t but remain a little confused by his actions until he pulls you against him. Your chest against his back, he guides your hands into the pockets of his coat. Although a pretty brilliant plan, the two of you struggle a bit in terms of walking. “We look like a bunch of penguins.” You tell him. He simply chuckles in reply. “Kind of reminds me of how you end up walking after a busy night with me.” He states teasingly. Immediately, you headbutt him out embarrassment due to his words, “Kuroo!” 

You and Akaashi decided to spend the day in a rather lazy manner. Under the covers, he reads a book while you simply snuggle against him. The blanket wasn’t exactly doing great at its job of keeping you warm. Noticing this, the setter puts his book down on the nightstand and turns to you. He pulls you closer to him as your head settles against his chest. The steady beat of his heart keeps you relaxed in so many ways. “Thank you,” You look up and smile at him. He smiles back, albeit a little shyly. “Anything to keep you comfortable,” He says softly, kissing your temples. It doesn’t take too long for you to find yourself so at ease that you fall asleep in Akaashi’s arms.

Let’s talk about Barry Allen's face shall we?

So here ^ he is concerned for Iris. He sees her face change and the sadness take over, so he asks her what she thinks about the particle accelator and if she is okay.

His face after she explains that he always had someone to come home to, her. After she says that she thinks that they may be truly destined to be together. do you see it? DO YOU SEE IT? that little glimpse of hope, you can see the exact moment where it hits him, where he understands her words clearly, his realization.

After he realizes that she basically said that she had/has feelings for him, he is confused and shocked, nervous but hopeful, he starts getting a little bit jumpy.

After Iris said that she wasn’t available in that way last year but she is now. he is still confused, a bit happy, he is still nervous af because he doesn’t wanna be too hopeful. so he asks her why now? Why at this specific instant, why not when he had his powers?

 She explains to him that she doesn’t care about him being the flash or not she just wants know if she can have a future with him. LOOK AT HIS DAMN FACE. LOOK AT IT. ^ This is Barry Allen’s face after Iris asks him if he still wants a future with her. The boy is on the verge of crying, his smile is brighter than the sun, you can see that he has been waiting for this moment for a long time, look at all the open love and acceptance, the wonder in his eyes, thinking about what the future has in store for them.

(gif credits to mattdaddairyo & dailygrantgustin)

Scraped Knees

Because I got such a lovely response from Cinnamon Rolls, I couldn’t resist writing another Harry and family blurb. Thank you as always for being so kind, and I hope you enjoy :) can’t wait to write more about this little family! 

“Just like that baby, c’mon you got it!” Harry calls out, cheering as Stella gets the hang of the peddles, her little pink bike gliding easily across the path.

The sparkly tassels hang off her handlebars, flying wildly as she zooms past you and her younger siblings. You are so proud, and just the tiniest bit nervous, rocking the double stroller back and forth next to the bench where you’re sat.

Today was Stella’s first day without training wheels. She’d been riding her bike for a few months now, every weekend with Harry’s help, and he’d announced at breakfast this morning, he thought it was time for her to ride a “big girl bike”. You almost choked on your omelet when he wheeled the little bicycle in, unaware that he meant for it to be so soon. Stella was your little daredevil, strong willed and stubborn, she was always bouncing off the walls and you’d rarely find her without a couple bumps and bruises. So you were cautiously optimistic on the drive to the park this morning, saying a silent little prayer while Harry buckled on her helmet. But of course, she’d taken to the two wheels so easily, only needing Harry’s hands to guide her for a few tries before she’s speeding off on her own, peddling as fast as her little legs would take her.

“Slow down, sissy!” you call out to her, rolling your eyes when Stella just peddles faster, her little giggle floating through the park.

“Daddy! Look!” she yells, turning in a half circle to make her way back towards him.

“I see you baby! You’re doing so good!” He answers, turning to you to give you an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

You return the gesture, grinning widely at Harry, before unbuckling a squirmy little Finn from the stroller. You sigh as he paws at your jean-clad thigh, silently asking to be sat on your lap. Finn was the snuggliest of the bunch, and definitely a momma’s boy. Rarely did you have a moment without his little hands tugging at your leg or hitched high on your hip, which was really saying something, because as a toddler he was rather heavy. You lift him up anyway, pressing a few kisses to his curly mop when he settles in against you.

“Look at sissy! She’s so fast, isn’t she?” you ask enthusiastically, nudging Finn to sit up so he could get a better look. He smiles, eyes following his big sister with something like admiration written in his features.

“Mummy, when can I get a big kid bike?” he lisps.

“When you’re big like Stella, bubby, you’re too little now,” you coo, rubbing wide circles into his back.

“But I’m a big boy,” he pouts, puffy little lip jutting out and you swear you see a glimpse of his father right then.

“Of course you are,” you laugh, “but sissy is bigger. And when you start to ride a bike you’ll be too big for mommy’s cuddles, you don’t want that do you?”

He shakes his head quickly then, tucking back into you and you smile, humming while you turns your attention back to Harry and Stella. An uneasy feeling comes over you, watching as Stella becomes less cautious, trying to make quick turns and peddling fast then skidding, each little tire skid sending shocks down your spine.

“Harry…” you calls uneasily, which is met with a reassuring smile from Harry,

“Don’t worry babe, I’m watching!”

That pacifies you for a moment, reaching into the diaper bag to pull out some grapes for your youngest Harper, laying the snack out on her little stroller tray.

“Gape, gape!” Harper giggles, not quite able to say her R’s yet.

“Chew, chew, baby” you reminds her, sticking out a finger to catch the little stream of juice that escapes Harper’s lips.

You relax quite a bit then, stroking through Finn’s curls as you talk softly to Harper, pointing out various things in the park for her to look at. There aren’t many people out today but Harper is fascinated by all the trees and flowers; and the ducks that are floating in the pond. In the middle of helping Harper sound out ‘duck’, you hear a sound that makes your stomach drop.

“BRAKES!! STELLA, USE YOUR BRAKES!!” Harry yells desperately, his words useless as you whip your head around, catching the last second of Stella toppling off her bike onto the cement. You nearly leap off the bench, setting Finn down and quickly grabbing the stroller. You’re running then, over to where Harry’s kneeling over her, loud wails wracking her tiny body.

“Shhh, shhh it’s okay, Angel. You’re okay I’ve gotcha,” he soothes, running his hand along her hair and scooping her up to hold against his chest, her face immediately burrowing there. She’s already crying so fiercely, big fat tears running down her cheeks and staining Harry’s Packers jumper.

“Stella, honey, are you okay?!” you ask terrified, kneeling down beside Harry with eyes that immediately scan for major injuries.

“You’re alright just a little scraped up,” he assures, gently turning her little knee to you where you can see the road rash that’s already starting to bleed a bit.

“Oh baby, what happened? Did you fall?” you ask, eyes welling up when you see your baby’s tear stained cheeks, her little lip wobbling as she nods her head.

“Yep, took a little tumble didn’t we Bells?” Harry soothes, “A duck waddled across the path and she couldn’t stop in time.”

You nod sympathetically, leaning down to press a kiss to Stella’s forehead.

“My poor baby,” you coddle, wiping your thumb across her cheeks as her crying quiets down a bit. She’s still breathing heavy and you know she’s pretty shaken up, her arms holding Harry’s neck in a death grip as he rubs a comforting hand up and down them.

“You’re alright though, little miss. Just a scrape, we’ll fix you up in no time, yeah?” Harry reassured, smiling when Stella nods her head slowly, a pitiful ‘yeah’ coming from her tiny lips.

“That’s my tough girl,” he says proudly, rewarding her with a kiss to her forehead.

“I’ve got a band-aid!” you call triumphantly, pulling one from your little first aid kit. “It’s Elsa baby, your favorite!”

“Wow!” Harry exclaims, playing along with your enthusiasm. It seems to do the trick because Stella cracks a small smile then, leaning up slightly to see the band-aid in question.

You gently rub a little Neosporin into the cut, pouting sympathetically when Stella winces a bit. Then you’re covering it with a band-aid and Harry’s shifting Stella a bit to get a good look at it.

“And a Daddy kiss to make it all better!” he says, placing a very dramatic kiss just above the kneecap.

“Daddy’s kisses are magic, they make everything better,” you add, rubbing a hand up Harry’s back.

“They do?” Stella asks inquisitively, eyes widening a bit.

“Mhmm, you’ll be better in no time,” you promise, reaching out a hand for Finn to put him back in the stroller, he’s standing stock still, watching the three of you as his little brain tries to decipher if he should be scared too, “let’s get you home and all cleaned up.”

…….

Later that evening, you rub soothingly along Harry’s chest, grabbing a handful of his t-shirt as he places feather-light kisses to your forehead.

“Thank you,” you whisper while tangling a leg with his under their bed sheets.

“For wha’, love?” Harry asks, his breath fanning across your face.

“For taking care of Stella today,” you answer, nuzzling into his neck and pressing the full length of your bodies together.

“We both did,” he responds, and then a beat later, “that scared you didn’t it?”

You let out a heavy sigh, nodding against his neck as you kiss the skin there, humming at the span of his hand across your shoulder blades.

“They’re so fragile,” you admit, “and I hate it when she cries, because then I want to cry. But I can’t because I’m her mommy, I’m supposed to be strong for her.”

Harry hums, nuzzling at the top of your head for a moment before answering. “You are strong, baby, you’re the strongest woman I know. And that’s why I’m here, I can be strong for the both of you.”

Your cheeks burn from the wide smile that creeps across your lips then, leaning back to press Harry’s full lips against your own. You indulge in a few loving kisses until he’s pulling away.

“I’ll be strong for her always, for all the scraped knees and all the broken hearts. I’ll always be there for our baby,” he vows, voice taking on an air of conviction as he says it.

“I know you will, honey, I know.”

NOTE: Not sure if it’s common anywhere else but “Sissy” is a pet name that my family called me all growing up, it’s not a typo! lol Let me know what you thought, and what you think Harry and family should do next! xx

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Have you ever been in love?

“I think, ultimately, she is the product of true love, so genetically her makeup is going to want to find her own true love. What I’ve tried to maintain within her is that there is always this flame of hope. Even though she is so guarded and protected, there is this little flame, and you see glimpses of it at times with the Sheriff and with Hook.”

kozawah-deactivated20160416  asked:

At the end if Season 8, Missy hinted at the Doctor and The Master teaming up before disappearing. Do you think we could see a non-Human companion in the near future? I'd love to see the Doctor and Master team up, a great conflict plot.

See, this is why I love Michelle Gomez’s portrayal of Missy so far: for me, this is the first time I’m honestly believing that the Master and the Doctor were once very close friends in a long past lifetime. She’s clearly evil and clearly twisted, but her mock concern for the Doctor seems to tip a little too far into a genuine territory, and you can see these glimpses of true longing for that friendship, clinging to that “last of their kind” connection, underneath it all.

I would absolutely LOVE to see the Doctor and the Master team up, especially if Peter Capaldi and Michelle Gomez are still playing their respective roles. 

She’s both the Joker and the Catwoman to his Batman, and with someone who really understands character writing the script (like Gareth Roberts, writer of The Lodger, The Caretaker and The Shakespeare Code, among others) alongside Steven Moffat (who can deliver the epic stakes and pull the core of the show into it), we could have a phenomenal two-parter or special length episode.

This is all I want now for Series 9: 

A half-series epic journey where Missy and the Doctor are forced to team up and travel the universe for the shared goal of finding Gallifrey. Whether or not she’s on the trip for her own twisted reasons remains to be seen, but when the Doctor’s greatest enemy is the only key to finding his home planet, he has no choice but to do the unthinkable: trust her.


do you ever think about how sometimes we still see little glimpses of season 1 sam winchester like he’s such a sweet little puppy and he gets rly excited about stuff and messes around with his brother when he manages to forget that he has this huge weight on his shoulders and even though his heart is so heavy he can still piss dean off by talking about ship names and getting all giddy over theatre dont touch me

Ultimately, [Emma] is the product of true love, so genetically her makeup is going to want to find her own true love. […] Even though she is so guarded and protected, there is this little frame [of hope], and you see glimpses of it at times with the Sheriff and with Hook
— 

Jennifer Morrison, when asked whether Emma is destined to have the same kind of love her parents have; Season 2

Friendly reminder that this happened; that Hook is Emma’s flame of hope to finding True Love. I mean…

anonymous asked:

I have literally never seen so many vulnerable looks from Lydia ever, EVER. That last look at Stiles, WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE. Also I'm sure this will get lost in the celebration but Valack was legit like "u prob won't survive but can save some of ur friends" and Lydia was like "fuck it, we'll do it live". The development is R E A L.

omg, fuck it, we’ll do it live should be the tag line of that entire plan stiles cooked up.

the development was so real because you see glimpses of it, little by little. first at the dance when he compliments her, then when she realizes he bought all those presents for her, most notably when he gives her the pep talk on his bed, but like you say nothing like what we saw tonight!

now she finally lets herself go there and fully accept the vulnerability of letting someone in because she finally sees how far he’d go for her and how how much he cares and probably that hes worth that risk !!!

beautifully written and developed. 

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Josie: They also feel they are owed a look at his body. That’s what tends to happen at this moment, is he lifts up or opens up his garment and shows them his wounds. You see a little glimpse that what they want is to see those marks on his body, and he finds something repulsive and shameful in that.