could have been better but whatever

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RTTE S4: E13 Shell Shocked Pt 2

Ok yes, it’s cliche, it’s not ideal characterization, and it’s not whatever else. But I mean come on, you cannot tell me Hiccstrid shippers loved this scene deep down. To every shipper, seeing their ship (or OTP) in a situation usually reserved for fan fiction or personal imagination brought to life through professional animation with the character’s official voice actors is exhilarating. 

This is one moment where I could care less if the situation could have been written better or if the characters were a little OOC. I was honestly surprised to see this happen because I didn’t think this ‘threatening your lover to bribe you’ situation would ever make it into the official show. I’m grateful it did because my shipper heart was and still is exploding. 

It finally does give us a chance to see Hiccup and Astrid’s relationship and dedication when it has previously been put aside or just given a moment or two to shine (which is ideal considering the movies). Others can say what they wish and I do believe the criticism holds value and truth, but in this case, I’m gonna ignore the cliche and drool over the Hiccstrid love the RTTE writers decided to graciously give us. Hiccstrid shippers asked for more official Hiccstrid moments and Dreamworks delivered. :)

anonymous asked:

can I have a hug please? I really need it! today has been really bad

((Of course, as many and for as long as you need!

If you can take some time to relax, either by yourself or with loved ones, then that might help - but if that’s not an option then I hope whatever has made your day bad will clear up, and that tomorrow will be better than you could have hoped <3))

I see a lot of people saying they liked Rogue One better than the Force Awakens and tbh I don’t understand why we have to compare them. They’re both good but have different vibes because they are at different points in the chronology. Rogue One had to fit into the original Star Wars plot like a puzzle piece. The Force Awakens is a new chapter so it could really have been whatever it wanted to be. I love them both.

Hand to Hand Destiel


//anonymous asked:
Sorry about your leviathan situation. :< (ik the feel) Maybe you could write some fluffy blushy awkward hand holding destiel? WHATEVER MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER MAN *hugs*

about: Just a short, fluffly fluff fic about Cas asking to hold hands with Dean for the first time.

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Cas and Dean had been officially together for about a year now. Even though everyone knew they already had fallen madly for one another since they first saw each other and Cas had gotten Dean out of Hell, giving him the hand print. Now that the rest of the world went “finally!” when the hunter and angel announced they are together. The two could finally at least have one good thing happen in their lives. The problem was that now they could finally show their feelings for each other in public and in private, it was almost like they didn’t know how after so long of denying themselves both the greatest of pleasures when it comes to having a lover but even more importantly, the simplest of pleasures.

Dean was walking around the library, looking for new books, when out of nowhere, Cas popped up behind Dean, almost causing him to knock over the bookshelf.

“ Whoa! Jesus, Cas! You almost scared the living day lights out of me.”

Cas tilted his head and Dean knew that his little angel was confused.

“ Not literally, Cas.”

“Shhh!!!!”

A nearby librarian shushed them as Cas whispered softly, earning a glare from her. Dean chuckled then raised his brow at Castiel.

“ So, did you find any new books for the case?”

“ Yes, but that is not what I came over here for.”

“ Then what do you need?”

Cas open and closed his mouth a few times, squinting his eyes as he tried to think of how to explain this to Dean.

“ I wish to do the thing couples do when they are together, to show affection. Skin,on skin contact”

Dean blushed lightly,making his light freckles pop out slightly more as he looked around, making sure no one else heard that.

“ C-Cas, can you at least wait till we get back to the bunker? I mean I want to do that too but we have research to do. “

“ No Dean. I want it now, please. I know we have never done it but as seeing we are now bonded I think it is very much acceptable to do this act in public and in private.”

“ P-Public!?”

“ Shhh!” The librarian said

Dean lowered his voice, running his hand through his short, dirty blonde hair.

“ Man ,Cas, never took you for the kind that could get off in public. I guess you learn something new everyday.”

Cas tilted his head in confusion then he stared blankly at Dean, his tan face slowly becoming a very red shade when he realized what Dean thought he was implying. Cas shook his head then cleared his throat. Making Dean smirk lightly.

“ Dean, I think you don’t understand what I meant. I wish to hold the hands.”

Dean blinked, staring at cas then couldn’t help but laugh as quietly as he could, covering his mouth so that he didn’t make the already mad librarian at more pissed off at them.

“ Cas, I love you honey. You crack me.”

Dean smiled then slowly reached for Castiel’s hand. They slowly intertwined their hands and they both felt their face’s heat up and their heart’s beat fast. Cas smiled wide then leaned up slightly and kissed Dean’s cheek.

“ Thank you Dean.”

“ No problem my Honeybee.”

Dean and Cas spent the rest of the day holding hands in the library. They of course got a few looks from people and a few mumbles but Dean would just shoot them a glare and Cas would gently nuzzle Dean’s shoulder every time. As the two sat across from each other, their arms out stretched so they could continue to hold hands. Dean smiled and looked at cas shyly.

“ T-This is really nice. We need to do this more often.”

Cas only smiled lovingly at Dean and nodded then gently moved Dean’s hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles softly.


// this was so fun and cute to write. <3 so sorry it’s so short. I hope this ok anon!! 

also, thank you everyone for the wonderful requests! I finished them all!

always feel free to reblog!

what really gets me in the bamon scene is that feeling that lingers there, that if he didn’t walk away three years ago things would’ve been different now and they could’ve been more and i just look at bonnie’s face through his speech and it’s written all over her face, that ‘we could’ve been together by now but you ruined it’ and it shows why him leaving made her mad, not just because he abandoned her but also because if it weren’t for him, they’d have been in a better place right now and damon knows this and regrets it in the way he looks at her after promising he wouldn’t leave again. that bitterness, knowing that it doesn’t make a difference now cause she isn’t his anymore but he promises anyway cause he’ll take whatever he can take

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“…because I think you may be the best friend I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot and spent a shit ton more days and months and years with them than the short time I’ve spent with you.” His hand wavers by my hip, but he doesn’t touch me. “I’ve never wanted to bolt out of your door. I’ve never wanted to leave you. This—it’s a first for me.” He nods to himself a couple times. “So you’re the best—and I want to hug you, if you’ll let me.

george weasley had wondered if he would die during the war, so he left a letter for fred. it was one and a half pages, folded neatly and evenly and filled with george’s looping, messy handwriting. george remembered that he had written it a month after fred’s death, the day that he found fred’s letter. it was on the top shelf of their closet, buried beneath products they’d been planning to sell at their shop. written on the envelope was ‘to fred, if i die.’ george knew what it said; it told fred how much he loved him, and what fred could do if he set his mind to it. it said to never lose his personality or his courage. ‘you’ve always been the better half of me, freddie. don’t give up.’
george broke his hand punching a hole in the wall after he found it. he burned his letter, cursing whatever horrible fate had taken his brother from him. ‘why couldn’t it have been me?’ he wondered. he reread fred’s letter every day for the rest of his life, even when the paper was crumbling and he had the words memorized, burned into his brain and his heart and whatever piece of his soul was left.
on the worst nights, the nights when george could hardly breathe because the loss was so painful, he pictured the ending of fred’s letter, letting the words calm him.
you’ll be fine. love, fred.’

Fool For You (Jasper Hale x Reader)

Prompt:  “Could you do an imagine where the reader si being self-conscious and Jasper gets a little mad and the Major comes out but later he makes her feel better please?” (requested)

Word Count: 889

Warnings: swearing/insecure thoughts (not sure if it’s a real warning, but whatever, just in case some doesn’t like this)

A/N: I’m sorry for the lack of posts lately, I’ve been having trouble with my internet and it’s hard to fix it because my internet provider is shit and everyone working there are incompetents that I hate so much. So please, be patient if you requested something, I’m trying really hard to find moments where the internet works to upload something. I really hope I can fix this bc I’m going insane without being able to watch youtube videos a.k.a my drug. Without any more to say, enjoy!

Feedback is always appreciated. Don’t be shy if you want to leave an ask or just want to talk to me, I’m always here!

No matter how many times (Y/N) looked at herself in the mirror she could never find anything that she liked, even when everyone around her told her countless times how beautiful she looks or how they envy her for her looks she couldn’t bring herself to feel the same.

She thought all of her problems would be gone as soon as she was a vampire, but, oh how wrong she was, when she looked at herself in the mirror the first time as an immortal being all of her insecurities came back crashing onto her like a furious wave, making her feel insecure about every little thing in her life.

Why was she like this? Why did Jasper even put up with her? What if he found someone better than her? That wouldn’t be so difficult, though; there are countless better-looking women than me.

All of her thoughts were running on her head like crazy and she wasn’t able to stop them, she knew if she was able to cry she would be a mess right now.

She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the door open and Jasper coming through it, slightly concerned about all of the emotions that his mate was feeling, he could sense them all and it made him uneasy to think that (Y/N) was upset and he wasn’t doing anything.

He knew something was wrong the moment he saw her standing in front of the mirror looking intensely at the reflection on it, also, the fact that she didn’t even flinch when he opened the door made him more nervous than ever. He made his way slowly from the door to her and in a second his arms were wrapped around her waist, but she didn’t even say anything, she just kept staring at the mirror.

“Jasper, why are you with me? You could do so much better” she whispered with her soft voice and if his hearing wasn’t as good he knew he wouldn’t even be able to hear her.

He frowned not really sure what she meant, he loved her so much like he never loved anyone before, to him, she was everything.

“What do you mean, love?” he asked looking at her eyes that were reflected in the mirror “I do not wish to be with anyone but you, (Y/N)”

(Y/N) felt a little bit better just but hearing how sure he was by the tone in his voice, but her mind started to play tricks on her again, reminding her how useless she was and how everything on her was wrong.

She pushed him away with more force than she wanted to but didn’t say anything, just turned to face him, his face was as confused as she thought it would be, but she didn’t care, she stopped caring.

“Don’t lie to me Jasper, I’m nothing, I’m useless, there’s nothing that I can do right, plus I’m not even good looking, I could continue but you probably already know all of this” she spat at him and he was taken aback by her words; he didn’t think that the love of his life was feeling like this. Not really waiting for an answer she continued.

“I can’t do this anymore, Jasper, I can’t hold you back and tie you to me” the disgust on her tone that he sensed and how she emphasized the last word made him shudder and he felt the anger coming to him.

“You are not tying me to anything, (Y/N)” his voice came harsher that he intended to, but something in him clicked and he didn’t felt like himself anymore. He moved closer to her and when he was close enough he grabbed her by the waist pulling her closer to his body “You really think you can tie me?” the grip on her waist got tighter  “No, love, I tied myself to you the moment I saw you and knew that I wanted you by my side forever”

He heard her gasp slightly, causing a smirk to appear on his face, he slowly brought his mouth to her ear and whispered.

“You are the most beautiful person I ever saw, you are everything I ever asked for and I don’t care if I have to say it to you a thousand times if that’s what you need to believe it” he felt her hands on around his torso and he brought her closer to his body, the two of them so close that not even air was able to pass through their bodies. “I’m a fool for you, (Y/N) , and I can’t stop myself from loving you the way I do, with everything that you have, insecure or not, I wouldn’t dare to choose another person to live forever with” he kissed her neck lovingly and let his lips linger on her soft skin for a while holding her and leaving kisses along her neck, trying to show her how much she meant to him.

And (Y/N) knew in that moment that all that she needed to feel good was Jasper, she knew that her insecurities wouldn’t go away so easily but she knew that with Jasper by her side her dark thoughts could start getting a little bit lighter every day, and just by thinking that, she smiled.

listen. i’m probably the gayest kh fan to ever pick up a controller. the soriku subtext (and text-text) breathes life into my tired gay body every time Riku dives into the darkness to go after Sora. or Sora hugs Riku. or their hearts like, synchronize or whatever tf across time and space. it’s great. however:

1) I literally cannot imagine a happy ending for those two that doesn’t include Kairi in a deep, lasting, potentially romantic capacity. yes, I’m trash for their poly relationship, but c’mon, y’all, they need each other.

and 2) Dream Drop Distance would have been 8000x better if Kairi had gone with them. like, obviously she couldn’t have taken the Mark of Mastery Exam, but she could have gone to train?? Sora had even less experience when he set off to save the worlds in KH1. so like, she should have been there and it’s such bullshit that she wasn’t after the whole “Where one of us goes, the other follows, got it?” stuff in KH2 (shortly before they ditched kairi AGAIN).

obviously this isn’t timely anymore, but my gay heart aches with rage every time I think about the bullshit this series has put Kairi through and it. must. stop.

Seeing Aqua and even Ava getting expanded roles is giving me some semblance of hope for the future of women’s representation in Kingdom Hearts, but again, we’ve been let down so many times before. Don’t fuck this up, Square-Enix.

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so deciding to do hourlies today was kind of a hard decision actually. 

ive been really ill lately, dealing w chronic and mental illness (hypothyroidism/fibromyalgia + depression/anxiety/ptsd) and it’s turned my life into extended sequences of lying in bed wishing i could do anything BUT lie in bed and also like feeling bad in ways people probably dont want me to describe, rock bottom kinda shit  

luckily, ive dealt with most of this before, and im pretty sure im on my way to some sort of recovery after only a month (first round w hypothyroidism took the better part of a year) and i DID have the energy to do these, but then there’s the issue of…showing everybody how i have to live my life lately

i always feel like the artists i admire are doing /so much/ and honestly i wish i could do as much, but its not feasible when im sick like this, and its been really getting to me lately. its frustrating, and embarrassing, and hard.

but its the way i have to live when my meds are off, or when im having flashbacks, or whatever it is that day. or several days. or months. and its the way other people like me live, too! 

and thats why i wanted to do it, i guess. to see that this is a valid way to live. to help show other people its valid, and to help show myself. to look at it with compassion and humor and try out just enjoying the fact of my existence.

so anyway thats a lot of text for it but i just kinda wanted to get those thoughts out there. thanks everyone

Going through the ichiruki tags (funny how you find all the antis there) and what the hell do Ichihime shippers mean by “you were wrong all along just admit it” “you saw it wrong”.
It makes no sense to me because there’s no right and wrong in shipping. Heck you can ship Ichigo and Byakuga if you wanted to.
What people are angry about is that Rukia was better suited and Ichiruki was the ship more hinted at.

The author could have chosen to do whatever he wished. He could have gotten Ichigo and Tatsuki married. He could have gotten Gin and Rangiku married. My point being he could have canonized any ship.

Doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s a good one.

You may not share my opinion (even if the whole of Japan and majority of bleach fans do) but you’re entitled to your own as am I.
There’s no wrong or right here. Just a story that could have been and deserved much better.

Imagine Legolas threatening a man for you

Drabble for: anon

Original request: “Hia you lovely, beautiful person who better have a lovely day, could you do a Legolas x Reader one? Namely where reader is human, but it doesn’t really matter. You can do whatever you like with the story, whatever you like writing, thank you in advance, bye!”

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Word count: 1,198

A/N: apologies for the wait and also the bad title. I did my best with what I had but my inspiration hasn’t been running very high lately so I am sorry if it isn’t very good. Hope you like it anyway :)

You sighed in relief as you finally placed the two heavy, large flasks of mead in front of the rowdy dwarf and the elf. The elf was extremely good looking, you thought, with long blonde hair and soft yet slightly angular features. Him and the burly dwarf were having a drinking contest, something you had become used to in the tavern where you worked. You chuckled to yourself when the dwarf fell to the floor with a loud thud, making all the drinks on the table spill. You smiled at the elf as you passed him, who had been gazing at you with a star struck expression. You thought nothing of it, you were a lowly human to compared to him, an elf. Judging by the way he dressed, he must have been one of the high elves but you could have been wrong. Besides, he had drunk an incredible amount of alcohol, and even though elves had a high alcohol tolerance his mind must have at least gone fuzzy. He couldn’t have been thinking straight. 

You picked up as many empty glasses as you could, before making your way back to the counter. As you passed through the crowd, you heard a rowdy shout and you jumped as a hand landed on your behind. You swirled around to face a man with greasy shoulder length brown hair, the dullest brown eyes –the colour of mud – and crooked yellow teeth. He leered down at you, close enough for you to taste the alcohol in his breath. “Get me another one, darling,” he smiled broadly at you, yet it wasn’t a friendly smile, instead it creeped you out to no end.

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I’ve Been Riding with the Ghost

by Jason Molina

While you was gone, you must have done a lot of favors
You’ve got a whole lot of things I don’t think
That you could ever have paid for
While you’ve been busy crying
About my past mistakes
I’ve been busy trying to make a change
I made a change

I’ve been riding with the ghost
I’ve been doing whatever he told me
I’ve been looking door to door to see
If there was someone who’d hold me
I never met a single one who didn’t see through me
None of them could love me if they thought they might lose me
Unless I made a change

See, I ain’t getting better; I am only getting behind
I’m standing on a crossroad trying to make up my mind
I’m trying to remember how it got so late
Why every night pain comes from a different place
Now something’s got to change

I put my foot to the floor
To make up for the miles I’ve been losing
See, I’m running out of things
I didn’t even know I was using
And while you’ve been busy
Learning how to complain
I’ve been busy learning
How to make a change
I made it (almost) (again)

Keith and Pidge after a successful training session against a level 5 training bot in the training deck. That sentence could have probably been written better to avoid using the word “training” 3 times but whatever.

Another Keidge/Kidge/Peith drawing. I’m pretty sure that after their tag team win against Sandy Dick they would spend a lot of time training together in case something similar comes up in a battle.

(And if you’re wondering how Pidge managed to jump that high need I remind everyone of episode 1 of the original Voltron series.)

ship name isn’t as bad as sh//att others, but I like Short Stack Gunshow bc they are the arms and they are also both the shortest on the team


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