crying joy tears

anonymous asked:

Top 5 Glenn moments? :)

Thank you!

1. Season one. His very first line. Before we even saw him. That’s when I knew he was gonna be my fave. Had me smiling within 5 seconds of being on the show. When I first fell in love with him ❤️


3. The scene where he checks Maggie for scratches! It defines him in so many ways even though it’s like a 30 second scene. My kind hearted baby.

4. When he comes crawling out from under the trash after two weeks of thinking he was “dead.” Not only was I crying tears of joy, but my knees were weak because how good he looked all dirty and bloody? Boy had me shook!

5. When he tells the group they bury their people and don’t burn them. That was a huge pavement for the rest of the show. Like when we see them burying their people now all I think about is how Glenn made that happen. If it wasn’t for him setting that rule, they would be burning them. The heart of the show.

Ask me my “TOP 5” anything!

korealchemist  asked:

Hello and how are you doing? I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for Germany, France, and Canada as fathers or if their s/o was pregnant? If not, I understand, have a good day and I wish you the best of luck!!! Please and thank you!!!


Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt: Ludwig is already a dog dad, but he has always wanted real children of his own. When his S/O showed him the positive pregnancy test, his heart swelled up with joy. He may hug his S/O a bit too tight. He would spoil the hell out of his S/O the whole nine months, including indulging them with all their weird food cravings.

France/Francis Bonnefoy: Francis has dreamed of having a family of his own, whether the child(ren) are biological or adopted. When his S/O told him they were pregnant, Francis started crying - tears of joy of course. He’d also spoil his S/O to no end, treating them like royalty. He would love to go shopping for baby clothes and furniture for the nursery. 

Canada/Matthieu Williams: While unsure if he’d be a good father, Matthieu would still so happy to the point of tears, he’d love a son or daughter to dote on. He’d spend a lot of time reading parenting and child development books, wanting to be the best father he could possibly be.

hey lesbians remember thinking about getting married when u were little and heteronormativity made u think it had to be a guy and it didn’t look all that appealing but now the thought of having a wife makes u cry tears of joy SMASH that mf reblog button if u can’t wait to get a wife


Mike Mignola’s comic adaption of Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992)

Imagine being the first person that Loki visits after he escaped from his prison.
He’d just stand in front of you suddenly. You two would look at each other for some seconds in complete silence until he pulls you into a deep hug, you smiling and some tears of joy streaming down your face.
“I missed you, my love”
“I missed you too, Loki”


My precious Furytale skelebros!
My dream has come true I can die happily nao XD

Theres a story behind the chibi Sans but I’ll explain that another day :3

Art by @jakei95
Thank you so much Jakei!! 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Something There

Overview: Four years have passed since the war and you and Draco are now soon to be married. But as his insecurities catch up to him, he begins to wonder why someone like you would ever want to be with a former Death Eater like him. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Word Count: About 1,400.

Warning(s): Some fluffy fluff.

Note: Draco x Reader Beauty and the Beast retelling loosely based off of “Something There” (see below).

Draco watched as you twirled around the kitchen of the Malfoy Manor, a sterling silver spoon in hand. In a cozy robe and pajamas, he thought you were quite a sight. His favorite sight in the world, nevertheless.

“One more week,” you sang. “That’s seven more days until we’re married.” After placing your dishes in the sink, you sat down at the dining table next to Draco. “Can you imagine?”

“Seeing as we already live together,” said he, gesturing to the vast interior of the manor, “I quite easily can.”

You nudged him with your elbow. “It’s still not the same. Soon, we’ll be Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy.” You paused. “Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Although he replied with a nod, Draco couldn’t help but frown at the sound of his last name. What was once a word he flaunted about and held to the highest esteem had turned into a scarlet letter after the Second Wizarding War.

He furrowed his eyebrows, dragging his spoon along the rim of his bowl. Soon, you would bear the name Malfoy. Malfoy. A name tarnished and sent to Azkaban and back as nothing more than a patch on his parents’ clothing.

And the more he thought about it, the more Draco realized that wasn’t a burden he wanted to share with you.

A day passed and Draco still had an unsettling feeling in his stomach. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wear long-sleeved shirts, but now he could hardly bare glancing at his Dark Mark.

Is this what being a Malfoy meant?

“Draco,” you said, climbing into the bed as you stared at his back, “what’s the matter?”

He tucked his hand under a pillow. “Nothing, love. Just tired, is all.”

“I don’t believe you.” He felt the mattress shift ever so slightly as you drew nearer to him. “Before all else, Draco, I am your friend. Before being your fiancée, your girlfriend, your anything– I’m still just your best friend.” You peered over at him, his eyes focused on the wall. “So why on earth would you expect me to believe that lie?”

Sighing, Draco turned on his other side to face you, propping himself up on his arm. He noticed the way you scrunched your nose in concern, a wrinkle appearing between your eyebrows.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong, babe,” you pleaded. Your face softened as you examined his tired eyes, bringing your hand to brush against the cold skin of his face. “Is it the wedding? Are we going into this too soon?”

“No, of course not. It’s not–” He took a deep breath, unsure of what he wanted to say. Draco captured your hand in his, pulling it near his chest. He stroked the calloused pad of his thumb against your knuckles absentmindedly. “If I had to describe you in one word, it would be perfection.”

You quirked an eyebrow, unsure of how to react. “I’m no where near perfect, but– Don’t try to change the subject.”

He let out an indignant chuckle. “I wasn’t finished. I only meant…Just look at yourself and then look at me.”

“I see a witch and a wizard.”

“Funny,” said Draco with a straight face. “But really look. Because when I look at you, I see a compassionate, intelligent woman who fights for what’s right.” His eyes darted to his clothed forearm, the black mark almost visible through his white night shirt. “When I look at myself, I see is a monster. A beast. A coward, at best.”

You stayed silent, Draco’s hand still in yours. “I think your perception is tainted,” you said, withdrawing your hand from his to gently push back at his sleeve. He caught sight of a sliver of his Dark Mark, causing him to wince. Draco saw you reaching for a black marker next to your journal on the nightstand.

You uncapped it, taking hold of his hand.

“What are you–”

You silenced him with a brief kiss on the lips. You sat up and moved his arm onto your lap. “When I see you, Draco, I see someone who shouldn’t be defined by their mistakes.”

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*Me and my future kids talking*

Kids: Mommy, who was president from 2016-2020?

Me: I don’t remember kids, but let me give you a rundown on what happened at the 2017 Oscars-it was WILD