rear window: the boy who cried murder<p/><b>an american in paris:</b> i guess we should add some singing to all of these dance numbers<p/><b>the philadelphia story:</b> i want you back, i want you back🎵<p/><b>how to steal a million:</b> gullibility and sarcasm fall in love and steal a dinky statue<p/><b>cabaret:</b> drag and scandalous dances in WWII<p/><b>the sound of music:</b> where a kid can be a kid (and fucking sing like a normal child)<p/><b>bringing up baby:</b> can we keep him? please?<p/><b>seven brides for seven brothers:</b> abduction cause its romantic<p/><b>singing in the rain:</b> good morning🍊🎵there are 16 oranges in every tropicana pure premiu-<p/><b>it's a wonderful life:</b> a cute old man fixes jimmy stewart's many problems<p/><b>the shop around the corner:</b> we're better staying pen pals than actually dating<p/><b>breakfast at tiffany's:</b> she's lowkey a psycho but it's all about love and cats anyway<p/><b>roman holiday:</b> tomboy princess takes a day off and then has to face reality again<p/><b>star!:</b> gertie get your shit together<p/><b>my fair lady:</b> men are snobs and the english have a social system based on speech<p/><b>sabrina:</b> you got hurt and couldn't go on dates with me so i dated your brother instead<p/><b>thoroughly modern millie:</b> everyone is extra and there are white people who play asian people and horrible sex trafficking but it's okay because carol channing<p/><b>west side story:</b> why the fuck do you love him after he literally murdered your brother oh well he died so who cares anyway<p/><b>harvey:</b> polite and innocent man is a bit loopy so everyone tries to lock him up<p/><b>gone with the wind:</b> you don't love me?!?! but you gotta, i guess i'll marry all of the south to make you jealous<p/><b>casablanca:</b> paris and kids being looked at<p/><b>the african queen:</b> oh we almost died but we didn't so let's kiss and build a torpedo from scratch<p/><b>on golden pond:</b> where everyone won best actor/actress and 74 year old katharine hepburn did her own fucking stunts<p/><b>annie get your gun:</b> frank butler is a fucking selfish wienie<p/><b>lawrence of arabia:</b> nice, noble man goes crazy over the course of 4 hours<p/><b>the wizard of oz:</b> everything magical and good in the world is a hoax, kids<p/><b>cinderella:</b> cinderelly, cinderelly, we're woodland creatures providing comical pastime<p/><b>snow white:</b> practice makes perfect, disney, because this movie was on drugs<p/><b>sleeping beauty:</b> let's take a story about rape and make it for kids but then add unrealistic body types<p/><b>gold finger:</b> look it's the german villain from chitty chitty bang bang in a bond movie<p/><b>chitty chitty bang bang:</b> this movie was also on drugs but it's still great<p/><b>funny face:</b> audrey and fred in france<p/><b>🌟i love all these movies so much so don't get your panties in a wad it's a joke:</b> <p/></p>
GOT7 reacting to you bringing home a stray puppy w/o their permission
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Jaebum: At first, he looks disapproving, maybe even a bit angry. After a long moment of silence he says, “Couldn’t you at least get a cat?” while making a disgusted expression on his face. You end up naming the puppy “Kitty”.
Mark: His face lights up when he sees the puppy. “Aww, he’s soo cute!! Can we keep him? Please??” When you reply “yes”, he smiles and gently picks up the puppy and starts playing with him.
Jackson: As soon as he sees the puppy, he screams, “OMG I HAVE A TWIN NOW!” as he does his best puppy impression. He then picks up the puppy and starts stroking its fur.
Jinyoung: At first he’s worried, asking lots of questions like “Where’d you get him?” “Is he okay?” “Why was he abandoned?”After he calms down and you assure him everything’s okay, he picks up the puppy and holds him next to your face. “Hmmm…yup, he’s definitely cuter,” teasing you. You roll your eyes and playfully shove him. He just laughs and you and sips from his water bottle.
Youngjae: He’s so excited for Coco to have a friend and his face lights up as soon as he sees the new puppy. A giant smile makes its way onto his face and he instantly starts to play with the puppy. “We can keep him, right?” he asks.
Bambam: He’s scared of the puppy at first, running from you when you say, “Look what I brought home!” It takes ten minutes for him to stop hiding so that you can explain where you got the puppy. He’s against keeping the puppy, but when he sees how much you love the puppy, he agrees to it.
Yugyeom: He gasps when you enter the room carrying a puppy. His eyes widen and his face lights up. You ask, “Can we keep him?” Unsure of whether it’s allowed in the apartment building, he shrugs and says, “I don’t know…it’s up to know…” But on the inside, he’s super excited and really wants to keep the puppy.
okay but there are two ways this is gonna happen? either they’re gonna decide together to adopt a dog and choose a dog together (a scene i would sell my grandmother for) OR one of them’s gonna find a poor little pooch in the rain and be like “c’mon, we can’t leave him out in the rain… can we keep him? please?” either way i’m dyin scoob
Assalaamu alaikum everyone. My father’s last remaining uncle just passed away in California. Inna lillahi wa Inna ilaihi raajiuun. May Allah grant him an easy entrance into Jannah, forgive him his sins, and grant him coolness in the grave. May he be amongst the beloved to Allah in Jannatul Firdaus and may his family and friends, including all of us, become stronger in our Deen so we can reunite with him in Jannah. Ameen! Please keep him in your Duas/prayers. Thank you and Jazakallahu khair guys.
Here’s part 2, wherein Prompto finds a smart, yet traumatised, toddler during his time hunting in the darkness! This is all fluff btw- very little angst and soooo different to ‘Until I See You Again (Noctis)’! The response to Noct’s part was PHENOMENAL by the way- so thank you all for reading! And sorry for making ya’ll cry huhuhuhu! Enjoy this fluff as compensation :)
Can We Keep Him, Please? (Prompto):
You stare out
of your small apartment’s window, worry lining your face as you wonder when
your boyfriend will be back from his latest hunt. It’s been almost a week
already, and even though you knew he was essentially on a search and rescue
mission, you could not help but worry about his safety. Over the years, since
Noctis had disappeared into the Crystal and darkness engulfed all the land,
Prompto had become an adept warrior. Sure, his techniques were a little
unorthodox, but Cor had approved of his battle-field mettle so you also trusted
Prompto’s ability to protect himself as well.
You let out a
troubled sigh and stare longingly out at the darkness. It has been four years
since Noctis’ disappearance. The people of Eos were losing hope- whole families
were being wiped out, their stories silenced for eternity. You were scared. You
didn’t want anyone dear to you to die. But in a world such as this, it was
inevitable. And so, you could only hope that your dearest Prompto would
survive- at least until he got to see his best friend once again.
Lost deep in
your thoughts, you leaned your head against the uncomfortably cool window. Your
eyelids grew heavy and you let out another shaky sigh before your tiredness
carried you off to a restless sleep. You fell asleep wishing for Prompto’s warm
embrace to protect you from your inevitable nightmares.
sure how long you’d been asleep, but you’ve been roused by the sound of your
front door opening. Familiar footfalls shuffle into the room and you hear the
tiniest sniffles fill your silent apartment. You immediately bolt up from your
place at the window, ignoring the painful crick in your neck, and make your way
towards the front hallway to greet Prompto.
you call out tiredly, “is that you?”
I’m home.” Prompto calls back, though his tone does not hold its usual
rambunctiousness. You raise an eyebrow and hasten your pace to meet Prompto in
the hallway. As soon as your blond boyfriend in visible, you pause and
double-take at the small boy standing beside Prompto, clutching onto your
boyfriend’s hand like he was the only thing he had left in the world. The
little boy stares up at you, his eyes clouded with tears, and he hiccupped
you push your wariness away for the time being and kneel down so that you’re
eye-level with the little boy.
you speak in a hushed tone, “what’s your name?” you ask the impossibly fragile
looking boy. You take in his matted auburn hair hanging over his small ears,
and his shiny teal coloured eyes. The child is beautiful, but he seems
incredibly broken. The boy’s pink lips part slowly to answer you.
soft voice sounds like an angel’s voice, and you are absolutely in love with
the small miracle grasping onto Prompto’s larger hand. “I’m three. I’m a big
boy,” he continued, fresh tears streaming down his red cheeks. You can’t help
but coo and breach the small distance between yourself and the boy. You gently
wind your arms around his small figure and envelope him in a tender hug, in an
attempt to soothe the poor darling’s tears. Prompto tries to withdraw from the
two of you, tired from his travels and keen for a bath, but Cirrus whines and
maintains a death grip on Prompto’s thumb.
a bright grin on his face despite his travel wariness. “Alright kiddo, I’m not
going anywhere. I just need to get myself cleaned up. Then I’ll come back and
we can get a bath started for you too!” Cirrus whines in protest and shakes his
head. You card your fingers gently through the small boy’s messy hair and frown
when you notice a wet substance in his locks. You pull your hand away from his
hair and gasp loudly out of shock from the traces of blood on your palms.
the first-aid kit! He’s bleeding!” You can’t help but panic as you pull
yourself away from Cirrus and try to check the silently sobbing boy for any
more hidden injuries. You barely notice when Prompto moves to kneel beside you
and moves to pull Cirrus away from your panicked hold.
not his blood- I found him hiding underneath a rotting behemoth carcass. Kid’s
pretty smart- even daemons know not to go anywhere near a behemoth. Lucky for
us, daemons aren’t the brightest bulbs in the world, so they stayed clear of
our little adventurer- isn’t that right?” Prompto cheers, although his voice is
gentle and quiet. You can’t help but smile fondly as Cirrus nods quickly before
burying his nose into Prompto’s chest- seeking his warmth and the safety the
older male can surely afford him.
on the ground with Cirrus in his arms for a few more minutes, and you soon
notice a change in the boy’s breathing pattern. He’s no longer sniffling and
holding in sobs. He’s now fast asleep, his breath moving in and out with the
deed rise and fall of his tiny chest. Prompto smirks and you feel an overwhelming
warmth engulf your chest as you watch your boyfriend press a lingering kiss on
the top of the boy’s filthy head. Prompto’s sky-blue eyes meet your own gaze
and you have the clarity of mind to throw him what you hoped was a stern look.
“We need to
talk about this. But first, go clean him up with you. He might cry when you
wake him, but it’s important he’s cleaned first. He could get sick from the
chill caused by the damp blood…” You shiver as you speak about the young boy’s
sorry state. To your relief, Prompto doesn’t protest- he simply shoots you a
thankful smile and turns on his heel with Cirrus in his arms, absolutely ready
to shoulder the responsibility of bathing the adorable, yet traumatised, three
year old boy.
While the two
boys in the house are cleaning up, you decide to make yourself useful and begin
to prepare a simple dinner of rice, soup, and vegetable side dishes. That was
all you had the energy to cook. You felt a little bad for Prompto and Cirrus,
but you figure you can whip up something better the following day when you’re
rested up well after spending a whole night cycle in your boyfriend’s
For the next
half an hour while you cook, you hear giggles and shrieks emanating from the
bathroom- both from Prompto and Cirrus. You shake your head and dish out
appropriate portions of food for each of you and place the food on the small
dining table. You then take your seat and idly take to reading a random book
Gladio had left in the apartment after his last visit. Soon, Prompto and a much
brighter looking Cirrus join you at the table. You immediately break into a
sweet smile at the sight of Cirrus, and gesture towards his bowl of food.
hungry sweetie, I made you something to eat!” Cirrus’ teal eyes widen before
they crinkle into upside-down half-moons. He smiles brightly your way and it is
then that you realise you are in love with this little boy. There was just
something so pure about him… you already thought of him as yours. You glance at
Prompto and tilt your head at his bowl of food with a soft smile lingering on
your lips. “There you go, Prom. Dinner’s kind of simple tonight- sorry.”
Prompto shakes his head and immediately spoons some of his food into his mouth.
He hums in bliss and shoots you the universal ‘okay’ sign from across the
perfect, y/n! Thanks- hey Cirry, dig in! It’s the best food in Lestallum!” You
gasp in mild shock at Prompto’s bold statement as Cirrus carefully places a
spoon of food into his small mouth.
lies! Ignis is way better than me…” you trail off, letting your gaze settle on the
little one’s movements as he devours his food with adorable concentration. He
spills a few spoonfuls of food onto the placemat you set out, but overall he is
a highly coordinated toddler. You can’t help but be impressed and proud of the
boy. Noticing your gaze on him, Cirrus raises his spoon at you and squeals
happily. You can’t help the way your heart flutters at how absolutely adorable
the auburn haired boy is.
understand,” Prompto suddenly says after swallowing his food, “food tastes
TOTALLY different when a girl cooks for you!” You roll your eyes at Prompto’s
overly used line, but you can’t hide the tiny flush that makes its way up from
your neck to your cheeks. Prompto is really too sweet to you sometimes. The
three of you soon finish your dinner and Cirrus’ eyes start to fall shut at the
table. Prompto immediately hurries over and takes the sweet boy into his
protective arms and cradles him close, swaying to-and-fro. Your gaze softens
and your heart absolutely melts at the sight- Prompto was SUCH a good father…
You pause your
thoughts, eyes widening. Father? Where did that thought come from? If Prompto
was Cirrus’ new father (you correctly assume that Cirrus is an orphan,
otherwise Prompto would be in a LOT of trouble for kidnapping), wouldn’t this
whole ‘situation’ make you Cirrus’ mother?
You feel a
sense of peace wash over you as the thought of being Cirrus’ mother enters your
mind. You envision living your life alongside Prompto- watching your son grow
into a wonderful man… watching the first Dawn after the eternal darkness’ long
plague of the lands…
You want to
see the Dawn. You want to see it with both of them.
Prompto’s eyes with your own gaze and he shoots you a lop-sided smile. He leans
down to press another kiss to Cirrus’ cheek, and you can tell that Prompto’s
absolutely smitten with fatherly affection for this boy.
Prompto asks you, in a hushed whisper. You nod quietly, maintaining direct
eye-contact. Prompto flushes a light pink and he cuddles Cirrus closer to his
well-muscled chest. “Can we keep him? Please?”
immediately, stepping towards Prompto and Cirrus before taking the time to
place kisses on both their cheeks as you joined their embrace. Standing there,
holding each other together… you felt like a whole family. You felt warmth. You
felt safe. You weren’t scared any more. You had something to be brave about
now. We’ll protect him. We’ll do it together.”
Imagine: Your boyfriend Eric not approving of you adopting a
dog, but when he discovers that the dog dislikes any other guys coming near you
he is completely thrilled.
“Eric can we please keep him?
Please?!” You beg your boyfriend. You had just come back from three days
of patrolling the city, on the first day of your trip you had come across a
big, stray Rottweiler. The dog seemed to instantly love you because for the
rest of the trip he wouldn’t leave you alone, and over the course of the few
days you had grown close to him as well. When it was time to come back you had
brought him along with you, much to Eric’s disapproval.
“Y/N, I don’t want a dog running around the
apartment,” he says.
“Come on Eric, please,” he turns back
to the important file he was reading without responding to you. You feel like a
small child throwing a tantrum, “please, please, please, please, please,
He cuts you off by slamming the file onto his
desk, “if I say yes, will you shut up?!”
“Alright keep it, but if it rips any of my
stuff, or takes a shit anywhere in the apartment, he’s out, agreed?”
“Okay!” You say, grinning like a
maniac, “Wait, Eric I have one more question, what should we name
“Fuck off,” he says, irritation clear
in his voice.
“Fuck off? That’s not a really good name
for a dog. It’s okay babe, I’ll think of something,” you know that you’re
really pushing your luck but you love messing around with Eric. He simply rolls
his eyes and walks away.
The next few days are spent with you trying to
get Eric and your unnamed pet to be friends, the dog really likes Eric, but the
feeling isn’t reciprocated. Every evening usually ends in Eric getting pissed
off and going to bed without you, tonight wasn’t much different.
You wake up the next morning and decide to take
your dog for a walk, you are suddenly stopped by Four, the poor guy just wanted
to have a friendly conversation but your dog just would not stop barking at
him, eventually Four just gave up and decided to back off.
Zeke, who had heard a little bit of your
encounter with Four walks over, “Jeez Y/N, control your dog.”
You playfully roll your eyes at him but of course,
your dog begins barking at Zeke as well. Zeke also decides that it would be
best to just leave.
“Damn Y/N, maybe the dog isn’t so
bad,” you turn to see Eric smirking.
“Yeah, the two of you seem to have a lot in
common,” you say rolling your eyes once again.
Eric takes his leash and the two of you begin
waking the dog together.
“You know, I thought of a name for
him,” Eric says.
“Elek,” He says matter-of-factly.
means Defender in Hungarian,” Erudite
habits die hard. He bends down to pat Elek on the head.
love it!” You say grinning.
A/N: Finally, more Eric! I missed writing about him!
That you can’t compare people’s trauma. You can’t compare Bucky and Tony’s. You can’t compare Tony and Steve’s. You can’t compare Nat and Bruce’s. You. Can’t. Compare. Trauma.
There isn’t a quota of trauma that has to be met in order for someone to feel the way they feel. So please stop trying to act like one character has more right to their emotions because their trauma is “bigger”