can you imagine meeting all of these

I can’t even imagine getting an invite to a secret session and not being able to make it. Y’all are beautiful and deserve the world and I’m SURE Taylor will make sure to meet you soon. 

Harry Hart being possessive of you would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Harry 😏 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him going out of his way to sit right by your side at any time he can, even making sure that you’re seat at the table during meetings is the one next to his or at least across from him

-Him not shying away from asking you to stay at home for a particular mission, just not wanting you to be exposed to so many dangers

-Him having a habit of walking hand in hand with you or at least giving you his arm to hold and even doing so while undercover, forgetting completely about what your exact cover was

-Him forgetting himself and glaring at anyone who looks at you too much, even going as far as to question them on the spot as to what they’re looking at

-Him pulling you in to make out, leaving all sorts of hickeys, whenever you’re both in the car alone or finally hidden, just to remind you that he loves you but mostly that you’re his

-Him not letting anyone insult you, especially not when it comes from a foe and having no problem to take a few subtle jabs at them to make them understand that you’re not to be played with

-Him always figuring a way to make sure that you’re on mission with him or a close friend he trusts enough to keep you safe

-Him loving to give you his jacket or bathrobes whenever he sees how cold it had gotten, all while obviously showing off to anyone around that you’re his

-Him insisting you wear your matching ring to his, wanting everyone to realize how much you mean to him and of course to mistake you for being married

-Him simply admitting his insecurities whenever it comes to people flirting with you or just to see you seem so casual and happy around them, making you have to reassure him


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Originally posted by dailyniall

You’re at the pub meeting his friends for the first time, he’s been so nervous about it, he desperately wants you all to get along. He knows his friends can be a bit….much at times but they’re his whole life.

As the night goes on, he realises he needn’t have worried as he watches you laughing and joking with his cousin. He’s barely seen you alll night as you took time to sit with each of his friends, getting to know them, talking with them, laughing with them.

He watches as you throw back a shot, quicker than Deo, and you throw your arms in the air in celebration. He grins, still quite unable to believe that you were his. Willie plonks himself down next to Niall, giggling as Deo protested his defeat while you do a silly dance in his face.

“Got yourself a good one Nialler lad” he says, looking over at his cousin.

Niall swigs the last of his pint, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He nods, never breaking his gaze from you;

“Yep. Gonna marry her one day. Have me a ton of babies wit’ her”

Willie grins, slapping Nialls thigh;

“I’ll remind you of this conversation on your wedding day then”

Niall laughs, getting wearily to his feet, the alcohol clouding his senses somewhat. He makes his way over to the bar where you & Deo still stand, the latter arguing for a rematch. He sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms round your shoulders. Immediately leaning back into him, your hands come up to grasp his forearms.

“Hey Petal” he murmurs into your ear, burying his face into your hair.

“You good?” You ask, watching as Deo takes your distraction as an opportunity to order two more shots.

“Always good when I’ve got you in me arms”

anonymous asked:

But imagine a long distance relationship with him, he’d try even harder to be there for you aww -💙

oh my god??? my heart??? i mean obviously he would skype and facetime you absolutely whenever he could (imagine him calling you while he’s all sleepy in bed hhh) and he always texts you good morning and goodnight (even if he’s just called you). if he knows you’ve got a big thing coming up for school/work he sends you any resource he can find helpful and tons of encouragement (‘babydoll you are gonna be amazing, just breathe. will this article help?’). he gushes about you to whoever will listen and always misses u.
when he finally gets to come home for a little bit, you meet him at the airport and pretty much tackle him in a hug and ur both crying because damn u missed each other so much!!!!! he kisses you nonstop for about two minutes, all over your face and on your lips, whispering consistently that he missed you and loves you endlessly!!!!!!!! then when u get home you both tell each other everything that’s happened, even if you’ve discussed it before and just spend all the time you can together :,))

i could go on but im limiting myself
*A Beautiful Spring Day* Newt x reader

◘ anonymous asked:

can i request a sort of meet-cute situation 101 dalmatians style where niffler and a cute muggle girl’s runaway puppy cause her and newt to, quite literally, run into each other?

 ❤ Written while listening to this  Also, I chose Cassandra for the dogs name because it’s meaning is: She who entangles men.

The shone brightly as you held tight to your dog, Cassandra’s, leash. The breeze was perfect and you hummed to yourself as you strode through the park admiring the newly blossomed flowers all around. Spring always made you feel happy. All the signs of new life surrounding you and the cheerful singing of the birds. There was nothing you disliked about Spring.

Cassandra sniffed the ground hastily as she explored. You laughed slightly as she sneezed after sniffing a small patch of flowers. As she continued on her way you continued to admire the green leaves swaying on the trees and the tiny critters emerging from their hiding spots.

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trustme3-13  asked:

Imagine going on vacation to Disney with Mare, Dark, and Anti. Mare would be excited to ride everything, but will stay close to you bc of his shyness. Anti would be running around/dragging you to all his favorite rides and begging you to go in every single ride with him. Dark would be kinda awkward, not the suave, smooth ego we all know and love. I can see him wanting to get pics w all the princesses, but will fumble over his words when he meets them.

Sooooo
You’d be taking three man children to Disney world XD
All kidding aside, it would be precious with as many pictures taken as possible

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Malachi: More like a break. If I would’ve had this success when younger and I first starting out, I’d be retired and enjoying life being a stay at home dad right now.

Malaysia: I can imagine you just being at home all the time.

Malachi: Well I got some stuff I wanna do after music. We can talk about later though. Lets eat. Oh and another thing, I wanna meet this “boyfriend” of yours before I go.

Malaysia: Yes sir.

While they ate talked a little bit more about school, Mal’s tour and Pharaoh. Malaysia promised to let him meet Mal when he comes back next time.

honestly tho can you imagine your girlfriend bein like “oh babe where gonna spend christmas with my very old friend :)” and youre with it cuz you heard he made her a device to stay alive and you hear all the stuff that they went through and you finally get to meet him and its a talking gorilla. like what the fuck

Just some Viktor Analysis for you kids, because you know I love it:

Figure skating, in general, is a Much Bigger Deal in the YOIverse than it is in real life. To the point where Viktor gets name recognition from people who don’t know anything at all about figure skating. I say this because I’ve been interested in figure skating my whole life, unlike I think a lot of the fandom (I could absolutely be wrong here, but that’s my estimate of the situation) and I learned very early on that Nobody Knew Jack About Figure Skating. Like I can name a total of TWO figure skaters off the top of my head who generally get name recognition–Kristi Yamaguchi and Michelle Kwan–when I talk about them to people who aren’t in the know. And even Kwan is a bit iffy. I can’t think of a single male figure skater whose name I could say in casual conversation and have someone say, “I totally know who that is.” I think this might be because the general population thinks figure skating is mostly just women, and also because figure skating really just isn’t on most people’s radar. This could be different in other countries, but even then I don’t think Viktor would have his International Celebrity status irl.

On the other hand, Viktor could just be one of those category-defying athletes who gain international attention because they are literally Just So Fucking Good at what they do. Think Michael Phelps or David Beckham. Nobody, in general, cares about swimming, but they sure do care about Michael Phelps. Everybody knows who David Beckham is, even in America, a country that doesn’t even have a real fanbase for the sport he plays. It’s entirely possible that at some point, someone realized that Viktor Nikiforov was Winning Everything and everyone got super curious over whether he would continue to do that–much like Phelps.

Also, Viktor is a very handsome European man, which probably helped a lot.

Either way, Viktor is an unusual celebrity who probably came up in the world very, very fast. As in, all attention was just on him suddenly one day. This probably happened somewhere around the 2010 Olympics, if you assume that Viktor probably hadn’t reached his full potential by his first Olympics, which was probably Turin 2006. I’m pretty sure Viktor Nikiforov stepped off the podium in Vancouver, suddenly a Russian household name and an international figure at an age where most people haven’t yet moved out of their parents’ house.

By the events of the anime, Viktor has been central in the public eye for over half a decade. He’s been TMZ’d and had a paparazzo follow him home, he’s done ads for sports drinks and athletic wear and shoes and cologne, he’s been put on diets–not Athlete Diets; Celebrity Diets; ‘eat four saltine crackers and a glass of coconut juice for two meals a day’ diets (Yakov put a stop to this quickly)–he’s had a publicist scream bloody murder at him over the phone because he did something stupid outside a club in Ibiza. One of my favorite ‘why Viktor cut his hair’ headcanons is that he had to cut it off because people kept pulling it in crowds, or trying to cut off pieces when he walked by.

These are not the typical experiences of a career athlete.

Viktor is a Celebrity Athlete, probably figure skating’s only celebrity athlete. There are probably a lot of people in the sport who don’t really even consider him an athlete, but at the same time he isn’t a movie star or a pop star, not One Of Us among the red carpet elite. Also, figure skating is unusual because it is an intersection of sport and performance. People get confused about where someone like Viktor lies on the athlete versus celebrity scale because he’s beautiful, he dresses up in costumes and performs to music. This isn’t football, or hockey or even track or swimming. Nobody is sure what Viktor Nikiforov is. He’s a creature unto himself.  His experiences are so drastically different from the experiences of everyone he knows that he literally has no one to relate to.

It creates distance. It makes him untouchable. 

And Viktor? Viktor is so fucking starved for genuine human contact and connection by the time he meets Yuuri that he’s willing to take himself halfway across the planet to get it.

With all of this known, can you imagine how powerful it was for Viktor to hear Yuuri say, “I just want you to be yourself, that’s all I need”?

It’s probably reason number one (of roughly ten thousand) for why Viktor fell in love with Yuuri.

Pidge, glaring at her screen: Ugh, I cannot work out the bug that’s affecting Rover 2’s mapping ability…
Lance, not looking up from his knitting: Didn’t you say if it affects all output points equally then it’s more likely to be a problem with the sensors?
Pidge: … Actually, that could be it… thanks
Allura: Lance, I didn’t know you knew so much about robots?
Lance, shrugging: Pidge and I have a good thing going
Pidge: Ask me anything about mermaids, knitting, or Keith’s hair. I’m ready.

(Everyone always talks about Lance and Allura having sleepovers/gossiping, but I can also totally imagine Lance and Pidge having meet ups where they can work on their own projects and talk about their interests judgement-free)

so i just bought turf wars and I’m sorry i’m CRYING can you imagine Kya coming out to Aang????? like he would just be soo happy can you imagine how his face would light up and him hugging her so tightly she can’t breathe and aang getting so axcited to meet her girlfriend and just being so proud of her for exploring her feelings and figuring this out about herself and JUST he’s so accepting he would just be so happy 😭😭😭  

imagine him and Katara making a feast when Kya brings home her first girlfriend and she doesn’t know it but the whole family spent the entire day cooking and getting ready because they were so excited and then she gets there and Bumis all rambunctious and prying and 12 yr old tenzin is kinda timid and asks her polite questions about where she’s from and her family and this girl is just floored that she’s having dinner with freakin avatar aang and the OG Waterbender Katara and they’re all so friendly and welcoming and no one can stop smiling and I’m sorry i’m just really overwhelmed with emotions right now 😭😭

In DnD, elves live to be about 750 years old. At 18th level, druids gain the class feature Timeless Body: “the primal magic that you wield causes you to age more slowly. For every 10 years that pass, your body ages only 1 year”

Ie, assuming your elf druid started adventuring around adulthood (anything past 100 years), they can theoretically live well over six thousand years old. 

I don’t think your age has all that much effect in most campaigns but imagine meeting an NPC elf druid. 

“Wow you’ve been around for that long? What was it even like a thousand years ago?”

“The trees around here were shorter.” 

anonymous asked:

What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??

Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.

1. Charmer

Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses. 

Fuck.

He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.

Dammit.

Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.

“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”

“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.

“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”

_X_

“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. 

“Um, hi,” he said.

“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.” 

“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.

“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.” 

“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.

“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase. 

Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”

2. Nurseydex

“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”

Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.

“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.

“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.

“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.

By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.

Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED

Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at. 

He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.

Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.

“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.

“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”

“Is the draft still there?”

“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.

“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.

“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.

“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.

“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”

“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”

3. Zimbits

Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.

No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.

Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.

“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead. 

omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.

omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit

omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard

Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.

zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM

omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17

A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.

omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.

zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?

omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing

zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)

omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?

zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.

omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.

zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?

omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?

zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…

omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.

Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.

some straight here: hey can i request an imagine where you have a fight with jungkook and he said really hurtful things like ‘'youre the most annoying person i ever meet i dont even know why im dating you, i hope you die’ and then i cry and i leave the house and get into a car accident and the only reason of why he decided to apologize is bc i almost died ?<3 make it fluff at the end please :3′</p>

Welcome Home

Request: “Hi! I love your stories so much! I don’t know if you do these but is there anyway you can do a story with Bill Skarsgard and the reader having their first child. Like them finding out their having a baby and watching the pregnancy develop and finally they get to meet the baby when it’s born?”

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: YASS I finally finished with all of the 20+ requests I had in my inbox, it took a week but that’s an ACHIEVEMENT I’M SO PROUD of myself😂😎

You and Bill had been together for 4 years before he finally decided to pop the question. You, your friends, and your family were very happy for you. They all loved Bill and since he made you happy they were happy. Six months after Bill proposed you both got married in front of all your closest family members and friends. It was an amazing wedding and you looked very beautiful with your white big wedding dress.

Bill thought you looked like a princess straight out of a fairytale. He even cried as you walked down the aisle with your father on your right side. Bill couldn’t contain his happiness and excitement, he was very emotional. After 4 years he finally was going to marry you. The love of his life, his entire world and many other more beautiful things. 

Once the wedding was over you went to Paris for your honeymoon where you both made love to each other and conceived your first child. A couple of weeks passed and you both were finally back at home in your beautiful mansion. You had been feeling nauseous and couldn’t keep your food in your stomach.

Worried, Bill went to the doctor with you where you both received the news that you were expecting a baby! Bill obviously not being able to contain his excitement spun you around in front of the doctor. The doctor being fan of both of you thought it was very cute and considered you a very lucky women to have such a supportive and loving husband. 

Once you got home Bill started ordering baby furniture and clothes. You giggled at how you had only been a couple of weeks pregnant. You still had 9 more months to go until the baby arrived. Bill just shook his head and kissed you only replying, “It is never too early to start preparing.”

After that Bill called all of his friends and family telling them about the amazing news. He was literally jumping and spinning around the house as he spoke on the phone this man was more then excited.

Time had passed and you were now 8 months pregnant. You had been surprised with a baby shower that had been planned by you and Bill’s family members and friends. You all spent an amazing time and were given A LOT of gifts enough to last you all until the baby went to school.

A little bit more time passed and finally you were 9 months pregnant. The journey had been amazing. Bill was an amazing husband he was always caring for you whether it was tying your shoes, picking up something you dropped or satisfying your cravings he was there to make sure you were happy. 

“There’s my beautiful wife.” Bill smiled as he walked up to you and kissed your lips.

“Hey handsome your son is abusing his mom, he keeps kicking me.” You frowned.

“Little one you better stop kicking your mommy, she’s made a lovely home for you these past 9 months the least you can do is not kick her.” Bill said as he pressed his ear onto your stomach and spoke to your son.

Soon after Bill finished speaking the kicking stopped causing Bill to smile.

“Holy shit you’re amazing how on earth?” You asked in disbelief.

“It’s official I’m the baby whisperer.” Bill said bowing causing you to giggle.

All of a sudden you felt a warm liquid run down your leg your eyes widened to the size of saucers causing Bill to become worried.

“Y/N what’s wrong are you okay?” He asked.

“Bill my water broke the baby is coming.” You smiled. Bill kissed you passionately before helping you out of the chair.

“Alright I have the bag and I’ve got you let’s go to the hospital and have us a baby.” 

“We’re having a baby Bill he’s finally here.” 


After a couple of hours dealing with contractions and pushing out your baby. You had finally given birth. Bill had been there for you the whole time from the moment the doctors injected the epidural into up until now that he sat next to you as he carried your son (S/N= Son’s name).

“Welcome to the world S/N your mommy and I are very happy that you’re here. She’s asleep right now but once she wakes up she will also be very happy to see you.” Bill whispered to your son as he held his father’s finger with his tiny hand.

“We’re all going to be very happy together and maybe once a couple of months pass you could eventually see yourself becoming a big brother.” Bill cooed.

“Don’t get your hopes up mister after what I just went through we’re waiting a year until that happens.” You said drowsily as you woke up.

Bill chuckled a placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Is that?-”

“Yes honey meet S/N he’s been waiting to meet you.” Bill smiled as he handed you your son.

“He is so precious just look at him, look at what we made.” You cooed as a couple of tears slid down your face.

“He really is, we made something absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much Y/N you have made me the happiest man on this earth. I love you and S/N so much and I will always be there for you both.” Bill said as he held your hand.

“Bill that’s so sweet, I love you too baby and you as well have made me and happiest and luckiest woman on this earth.” 

Bill crashed your lips together and they moved in perfect sync. A couple of doctors that passed by outside your hospital room smiled to themselves. They were more then happy to see a beautiful couple starting their new life together. 

Cloak of the Sun

A simple spell of protection and confidence

Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

You’ll need a sunny day and very basic visualization skills. (I myself am terrible at visualization, but this spell uses external sensations to support you. It’s visualization easy mode.) Optionally, a pin or a pendant, especially one that hangs at about collarbone level, can be used as a “cloak clasp”.

  • Stand in direct sunlight, facing away from the Sun.
  • Close your eyes and feel the warmth on your back. Focus on its power. This is the source of all life on Earth. With it you can do anything.
  • Visualize this power as a covering garment. Mine tends to be glittering gold; yours might be red fire, or white light, or a shimmer in all the colors of a sunset. Make it your own.
  • Draw the cloak over your shoulders to meet in front, and over your head like a hood. Be enveloped in its power. Burn away anything that might do you harm.
  • If you’re using a “clasp”, put it on now. Imagine pinning the cloak to it, to keep it in place. This provides a tangible reminder of the cloak’s presence, and I find it helps to maintain it and to remake it next time.

It’s amazing how much better I feel after a day with my cloak on!

@citrusrealm and I were talking, and imagine if we all got the dang ATLA theme park we deserved. Just imagine how cool that would all be: 

  • It’s all divided into four sections for each nation  
  • Glider themed flying roller coaster that shows you through the whole Air Temples portion of the park 
  • Log ride/coaster based on the Serpent’s Pass
  • Themed restaurants/food (Iroh’s tea shop, King Kuei’s banquet, fire flakes & gummies)
  • You know how you can meet Disney princesses? Well now you can meet PRINCESS AZULA 
  • And Yue 
  • scheduled showings of the Ember Island Players play irl on stage in the Fire Nation district
  • Silly yet entertaining sky bison ride 
  • avatar day parade (without the burning) 
  • Recreation of the Fire Palace omg
  • Omashu delivery system roller coaster duh 
  • There are also so many good opportunities for gift shops (like the pirate ship from the waterbending scroll)
  • And ‘bending’ shows with fun stunts 
  • and the water tribes would have a lot of water-themed rides 
  • imagine getting some fire flakes and then going to go see an Earth Rumble with a Toph appearance or even a Pro-Bending match 
  • Procession of Fire Nation soldiers or Dai Li agents walking around the park casually 
  • Dance parties at night in the Fire Nation what up 
  • Penguin sledding ride :’) 
  • kyoshi warrior performances though 
  • also a ferry ride somewhere 
  • you can occasionally spot the Blue Spirit being sneaky around the park 
  • ATLA themed hotel rooms  
  • gimme this
Another update from Stefán! Warning, I cried so much while reading this!
  • Dear friends.
  • I have no words to describe how thankful I am to all of you, my friends. Your support and continuous thoughts, prayers and positive letters and encouragement have more to do with my success in the fight with cancer then you can imagine.
  • Let me tell you a little story.
  • During my travels around the US and North America with the Musical How The Grinch Stole Christmas, I got to meet children with cancer in almost every city we visited, more the 40 cities. I would dress up as the Grinch and visit the Children’s Hospital in each city and meet with very sick child that was strong enough to take a visit from the Grinch for a little story reading or just a short hello. Sometimes I could only wave to them through a glass window because they were too ill to make any contact to the outer world. 
  • In my carrier I have also worked with “Make a Wish Foundation” and in Lazy Town we would have children visit the studio from all over the world and it felt so good to be able to make a difference. 
  • But one girl will never leave my mind. We were playing “The Grinch” in Orlando, Florida 2015 and I had been asked by “Make a Wish Foundation” to meet with this girl, 12 years old, who had the dream of taking her family to Orlando and having a blast. She had gone to all the parks and seen a lot of shows during her stay but she really needed to meet The Grinch. 
  • I asked her if she had had a good time with her family and friends in Florida and she said yes, it’s been great. And since I was in Character as The Grinch I asked her why she wanted to meet with me before the show, The Grinch of all people. Then she looked me in the eyes, smiled, stroked my hair and said: “I just wanted to see if I could make your heart grow three sizes”. 
  • My eyes filled up with tears and I really had nothing to say and I remember thinking to myself “Stop, Stop it, you can’t be The Grinch and cry in front of this child”. I looked at her and said; “You have made my heart grow, yes”. Then the girl said ; “Well, you too Mr. Grinch” and then she gave me the warmest hug I have ever felt. 
  • This story is about all of us, all of us who are ready to give till the last moment in our lives, help others with as little as a word or two or just a hug.
  • You are giving and you are healing and just remember, it doesn’t matter how long I live because it about how I live. Life is not tomorrow, life is now.
  • Big hug and love to you all
  • Stefan Karl