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How yoi plays with sports story scheme

I was wondering recently why Yuri on Ice seemed to be so different and fresh to me and why so many people get so emotionally engaged with it. There is definitely a nice animation and great characters and representation and such a beautiful love story but I felt like there was something in the narration layer that I couldn’t name until I compared yoi storyline to the most common schemes.

When you look at most of the pop cultural stories, especially those where main plot focuses on sport, you’ll see that there is that one scheme they all follow - you have a hero who has talent but lacks something (like a good mentor or hard work or confidence), he finds a motivation to win (it may be anything from parent’s death to wish to impress a girl) and he finds a dedicated coach, he trains, he loses, he learns something about himself, he wins, he gets an award. This is the basic way of constructing such stories and it’s catchy because we all want to believe that we are able to fight our weaknesses and win by ourselves. You may modify this scheme to a large extent but the main core will always be a single hero who needs to grow in order to win and actually I think that this scheme is present in Yuri on Ice but in Yurio’s not Yuuri’s story. Yurio has talent, lacks hard work and needs to learn something about himself, his skate-off with Yuuri gives him a motivation to win, he trains hard, he loses, he grows, he wins. This doesn’t make his story or his character less interesting but I wanted to give you an example of what am I talking about so I could compare it to Yuuri’s story.

So now, where is Yuuri’s plot different you could say. Well, in a way you could find all those elements in Yuuri’s story too but his development is where it all turns to be innovative. You see in the basic scheme the hero needs to learn to win by himself while Yuuri has got to that point a long time ago. He had all of that: his motivation, his hard work, most of his abilities, his own strength before he met Victor. He was fighting by himself for five years before and even if his anxiety makes him look like a weak loser it is obvious he is already beyond that “learning about myself” phase. Even this confidence Victor helps him to find he already had just hidden. Yuuri knows his emotions and some of his strengths and most of the weak points himself and either he wins or loses those minor competitions it doesn’t change him too deeply. But what Victor gives him is the belief that he doesn’t have to fight by himself anymore. Not in a “you can learn from other people” or “teamwork is important” kind of way (’cause they are still used in most of the stories) but in acknowledging that you may become better if you let someone close to you (this lesson applies to Victor to btw but he is not the main hero so I’ll skip this part). 

I won’t say this reverses the scheme completely as this is still some kind of personal development that helps to win (though the fact that Yuuri does not finally win is interesting by itself) but it definitely changes the subtext of the whole story.  We like stories about heroes fighting by themselves because we often struggle with our problems alone and we need to believe me can do it. But Yuri on Ice gives us the idea that thought you are strong enough to fight maybe you don’t have to fight alone at all. I guess this is why it has such a great emotional impact because in a world that tells you all the time that it’s only for you to win the story of someone who still needed help even if he already was strong and beautiful is really hopeful, positive and in a way more realistic then the basic “hero can only win by himself” scheme. 

There is also the whole layer of how Victor doesn’t fit to the standard portrayal of a mentor figure but I think this is quite easy to spot and maybe let’s not make this longer than it has to be but the last quick reflection I had is that the most common way of portraying romantic relationships in the sports stories is either when the hero needs to sacrifice his relationship in order to focus (which is the trope I personally hate) or when he wins the attention of his love interest by winning the final competition (so the love is somehow a reward then). What is great in Yuuri and Victor’s relationship is how Yuuri doesn’t have to win to prove his worth to Victor. Almost from the beginning, Victor knows Yuuri’s flaws and he falls for him anyway. So Yuuri is not only given support that helps him to become better but also he doesn’t need to earn that support. Which I think again is quite moving because everyone dreams of this kind of relationship. We are all scared that we are not good enough to let someone help us in the first place and this is where yoi tells us it doesn’t have to be this way.

I’m sure there are much more tropes that are reversed in yoi and there is the whole narration layer that is also quite original but as storytelling is what I have the most experience with I decided to focus on this aspect only. And I may be wrong I just like to find and discuss narration schemes so please argue if you disagree but I love the fact that even when yoi takes those basic narration schemes it uses it to send a very positive message across and for me it could be a reason why there is such an enthusiastic fandom around it - because this anime exchanges the story of fighting alone for a story about growing in a relationship though it does not change a sports story for a cheaply romantic one.

gab-soon  asked:

Hi :) I've been following you for like forever. I think your art is amazing and it really gives me lots of inspiration to paint. I always wanted to create my own comic and now finally after years I have some good ideas but tbh I'm a little lost about how should I bring it to another level from just few ideas. Do you have any tips on how to work on your story? And how long it took you from idea to the point you started drawing Carciphona?

Hi! Thank you for writing : D I’m glad you like my art!

Even though I do try to become better, at the end of the day I do everything I do mostly for fun so I don’t have proper knowledge to back it up. Everything I can answer is based on my experience, right or wrong, but I’ll try my best to theorize what I think is the right answer for you.

I started the comic not because I thought I was ready; I just thought it’d be fun to draw the comic and I already had some material (keyword some). In these 12 years of drawing Carciphona, even in the recent years, long after I’ve started the comic, I’ve made some pretty major changes that made the story and plot almost unrecognizable compared to before.

The gist of my advice is just don’t worry about reaching a goal or next level for your story, that’s a really objective way to think about creativity and it usually makes you worry more than be creative.Even if you can’t come up with anything, you needn’t feel lost, just don’t write anything. It’s not always time to write or create. Think over what your world is for now and wait. When you know your story better, you will have more questions that will lead to more ideas for your story, just like how you won’t know you need to learn anatomy until you’ve actually drawn something and then saw the gaping hole in your knowledge about anatomy.

This to me is immersion and I only like writing when I feel immersed in what I am working with. Immersion takes time, so no matter how hard you work, it’s inevitable that you will have to give your story idea months or years to really feel natural for you to work with, and this is probably why you are feeling “lost” now–because you don’t really know your world and character all that well yet to be curious about its unknowns, and you want to move forward but you cannot. It’s likely that instead of patiently waiting for that understanding and then expanding on what you already have, you’d want to make your world more exciting by adding details like more races of people/creatures, more characters, more locations etc. This is a lot easier to do as you can see tons of characters created with little context on a daily basis, but if you force it to become more complex this way just to satisfy your standard, you are most likely going to come up with a story that is unrelatable, irrelevant and not believable (ie. character’s actions feel arbitrary instead of natural, the world consists of races and groups of characters that have no relation with each other or with the world from which they came).

I enjoy the slower method of waiting to feel immersed with my characters and world over time, and then being able to naturally continue the story by asking myself questions with that unconscious understanding of how the world and the characters are like. I think it’s important to think of your story in an inquisitive manner rather than authoritative manner. Rather than tell your world/your characters what they are, ask your characters/your world, why it is the way it is. What is the reason for certain cities to be so much more guarded or prosperous compared to others? what do they have that others don’t? Why do the characters feel so willing to travel instead of staying home? What does that say about the climate of society and civilian life, and maybe the lack of attachment they feel towards home and loved ones? who are these loved ones and what are their lives like, even if they will never appear in the story? Asking questions in this manner makes you explore the background which grounds the world and makes it the way it is–the “why” and “how”–rather than making up random facts and characters just like filler–the “what”. It makes it so that your world and their events, and your characters and their lives, exist within the context of the people and things that surround them, rather than just existing because you willed it. This makes for a solid foundation by giving you lots of gaps of information to fill and be creative about, all with information relevant and reasonable to your world. By working like this, I’ve never hit a wall with my writing in the sense that I am out of things to do with my world; I might have days or months where I cannot solve one puzzle about my story world, but I know it is not a loss of direction as much as simply another aspect of my world that will eventually make sense to me as I understand my story more in time.

good luck!

Like a Prayer

Fuck me.

Actually, words wouldn’t be able to describe the way my body felt after watching Dean lean back and practically stretch out on that stupid mechanical bull for the whole damn world to see.

My heart fluttered uncontrollably inside my chest. My body went hot all over. I clenched my thighs together as my mind conjured up sinful thoughts of him and me on that fucking thing he was mounted on.

I bit my lip, my fingers itching to go and touch him. He looked so peaceful up there. So carefree. So happy. Would I be a bitch if I imposed on such a private moment?

God knew how much I loved the man, and to watch him be himself, something that I hadn’t seen in such a long time, it made me so fucking happy.

“Fuck it,” I breathed to myself as I bit my lip and slowly walked over to Larry and Dean. It was now or never, either wise I’d chicken out and I’d shove all of my feelings into a tiny drawer in the back of my mind.

His eyes were closed when I reached him so he had no idea that I was even there. Thank god, I thought to myself as I inched forward, my heart beating rapidly fast against my rib cage.

I stood right in front of his head and with one final nod, I grabbed the side of his face with both hands, ignoring the immediate snap of his opening eyes before I bent down and captured his lips with mine.

He lay there, unmoving as our mouths touched for more than a moment. When I pulled away, my face hot and beyond embarrassed that his eyes were still opened while I kissed him, he frowned.

Uhm…“ I began but Dean had straightened up on the bull and hopped off, his face still holding that serious frown. He walked over to me, reaching up his hands to hold my face, and before I knew it, his lips were connected to mine and he was kissing me with twice the effort I had put into the first one.

He pushed me back with his body until my back hit the wall at the side of the bar. His lips were passionate. Urgent. A low growl erupted from his throat as his hands slid down my back and grabbed a handful of my ass, pressing me against him.

“You have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this?” he mumbled against my skin as he trailed his lips down my throat. “Too fucking long.”

Breathless gasps left my lips as I threaded my fingers through short dark blonde strands. This was actually happening. I was literally kissing Dean against a wall. Fuck…yesss…

He pushed his leg in between mine, rubbing his knee against me and I let out a moan. “Maybe we should get out of here,” I breathed, hiding my face in his neck.

Dean didn’t need to be told twice. After kissing me breathless one last time, he took my hand and nearly hauled me across the bar toward the exit.

We hardly made it inside the car. It was a damn good thing Dean didn’t park under the lamp post. But to be quite honest, I honestly didn’t care where he had parked. All that mattered was that Dean was right here.

In between my legs.

Fucking making me moan and scream out his name like a fucking prayer.


I friggin stared at this gif for a long time. It’s one of my personal favorites and Arie, you killed me with it! @bringmesomepie56,* hope you like this babe!!!

Little Ham Man (Small?Hamilsquad x Reader) 8

A/N: derp (had to keep that line in there)

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As you walked alone, you came to the conclusion that John was overreacting. He just didn’t understand how things worked three hundred years later. This could have been the only explanation.

But why did he have to call you stupid?

You looked around for the store that Alexander disappeared into. You finally came across the place, seeing a crowd inside. Sighing, you walked through.

Could these men stop creating crowds wherever they went?

There was a group of book lovers sitting in the lounge area? They were gathered around the man in the middle, his hair a mess. You sat in the back, listening to Alex read the poetry.

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Listen Up Guys

Okay, guys, listen up.

I’ve seen a lot of hate going around for different writers (just three examples are @hamimagines @forlifeloveandhappiness and @offiicialhamilton - and that’s JUST on Tumblr, and JUST in the world of Hamilton fanfics, and JUST the ones I can think of off of the top of my head) and they’ve all been really gracious about it and dealing with it well and everything, but I’m addressing this right here and right now.

If you don’t like their stories, don’t fcking read them. If you don’t like the way they ended, keep it to yourself or rant to your friends. Imagine it ended some other way. Don’t give them sht about it. If you don’t like their lack of updates, then get over it. It’s not your choice to dictate when they’ll update and when they won’t. If you don’t want to wait, then stop reading their stuff, imagine your own scenarios as to how it could end up going or what’s coming next, or find something else to read for the time being.

Everyone on here is a normal person, just like you or me.

Everyone on here has a life outside of social media. Sports, homework, college, extracurriculars, jobs, family, friends, pets, traveling, etc., etc.

They’re not robots ready to write another fic every time you’re occupied with another one just so you’ll never run out of material to read. They have other things to be doing, and we all need to respect that. (Also, ever heard of this thing called writer’s block? Gasp! It exists! And it f*cking sucks - trust me, I’ve had it before!)

I haven’t updated any of my Wattpad fics in probably a year, and some people say they’ll update and then don’t for the next three to seven years (or ever again!)

Be glad they’re writing at all! I know this isn’t my battle to fight for the three mentioned above, but this is an issue that not only do I feel rather close to as a writer on another site, but I’ve seen it happen all over the place to all sorts of people, and I’m not about to sit here while you make others feel down about themselves because you’ve run out of reading material and need someone to take it out on! I’ve seen this far too much on far too many sites and something needs to be done about it, so this is me, telling you exactly what I think about all the negative things you have to say to these writers.

Do you know how hard it is to publish your writing for anyone in the world to see at any given time? It’s TERRIFYING! You have no IDEA how people will react and get extremely self conscious about your writing - nitpicking every little thing and taking out some of your favorite parts just because you think others won’t like it. Let me tell you right now that it took me a long time to get over it, and it kept coming back to me. Heck, probably the last five chapters on most of my actually published stories are all boring and pointless author’s notes from a year ago! I get horrible writers block and I’ve NEVER finished a story! I’ve written so many drabbles that I’m too afraid to share with anyone and I have two Wattpad accounts just so if I write something I think my friends won’t like, they won’t see it because it’ll be on my “closet account.” So yeah, pretty freaking terrifying, and it’s a major blow to my confidence every time someone even READS OVER my work without smiling - even worse when people criticize it.

Do you know how bad it makes me feel when someone calls me an ***hole because I won’t update, continually badgers me about the way I write something, or says I suck at writing?

I can guarantee you right now that it makes most writers feel awful, but even though a lot of them can get over it (sorry, I’m not exactly one who does it easily), there are still some who can’t, or are going through something so tough that some little comment that wouldn’t bother you could have concussive effects on their life, and you’d have no idea who they were before you did it or what happened once you did.

I get it, you have a life, too, and you’d like to be able to sit back and enjoy a few hours of reading - believe me, I do that all the time - but there are other sites you can find fics on, actual books you can read, ones you’ve already read that you can reread, ones you might want to write yourself, and of course, other wonderful authors out there!

To all the writers out there who are brave enough to post their writing online (or anywhere - or maybe not at all), you’re amazing, and I really appreciate your hard work, even if I haven’t read your writing, and even if it isn’t exactly my cup of tea. Don’t let anybody get you down or tell you otherwise because even if your writing is still in it’s developing stages, just a few weeks can do wonders for your thought process on your stories or your writing style.

If you feel like you need more fics (or non-fic stories) to read because apparently you can’t handle waiting for an update from anyone on here, or you feel like you’d like to spread your writing or need a different scene for it, then I’d suggest, if you haven’t already tried them, either Ao3 (archivesofourown.com), Wattpad (Wattpad.com), or ffn (fanfiction.net)

Okay, rant over, thanks for listening :)

9,100 - 10,000 Follower Prompt Batch Special
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  • "All you need, my friend, is a little spark to help you.”
  • “I feel like you all have your lives figured out.”
  • “Just where would I be able to hide the world’s biggest gem on my person? These pockets can barely fit chapstick.”
It Can’t Wait

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Based on this picture. He looks like he’s thinking “Shit. Y/N looks so hot right now. I wonder if anyone would notice if we left to fuck in the bathroom.”

Warnings: Pure porn (vaginal fingering, unprotected bathroom sex)

A/N: Written for @lazairahel. Nothing but love for Vicky. Pretend she’s happy elsewhere. Master tag list is at the end, let me know if you’d like to be added.

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Hacker Sass [Winn Schott x Reader]

Requested by @queen-of-all-the-fandoms: “Juuuuuleeees, I want an imagine with Winn’s super sarcastic and sassy S/O sassing J'onn. This is a thing I need in my life. Please and thanks! 💙” 

A/N: Here is the final request on my list! Yay! Took me long enough lol. I made this so the reader is a hacker because I wanted a bit of backstory and my friend @thefangirlforlife gave me the idea to have the reader do some cool computer thing and do the joke. So thanks babe! <3 Any way I hope you guys like this. (I honestly feel like it’s trash lol)

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You have been with Winn for a good while now. You know about his being Guardian, know about how Kara is Supergirl and Hank Henshaw is actually J’onn J’onzz aka The Martian Manhunter. The circumstances of how you met Winn weren’t the greatest. You’re a hacker or were a hacker, and for a while you didn’t use your abilities for the best purposes.

You didn’t use it for bad things, just not ‘legal’ things. You were sort of a cyber vigilante, taking down bad sites, transferring money out of corrupt businesses back to the people they scammed. Going by the hacker handle ‘ph03n1x’ which means phoenix.

Having made quite a name for yourself on the net. Though you set yourself up for failure when you heard about the DEO. A government organization all about Extra-terrestrial monitoring, you had to see this. Easily you broke through the firewalls, you’ve hacked the CIA before. This was child’s play for you. However upon getting in, your computer signalled you that there was a track happening. So, you shutdown your computer and left the DEO alone.

Little did you know the person on the other end got your location. A few hours later there was a knock on your door. Groaning you had answered it, seeing a guy with brown hair standing there. Kind of nerdy looking. He introduced himself as Winn Schott, the minute he said he was the one who tracked you, you pulled him into your apartment. He went on to explain that his superiors had no idea about any of this, that he had heard about your acts as ‘ph03n1x.’

He offered you a job to help in a good way. Though you weren’t interested, and escorted him out of your home. However, he began to drop by and check up on you. Make sure you weren’t getting into trouble. The relationship turned from him checking up on you, to friends, to more than friends.

Which brings you to where you are now. Walking into the DEO to get Winn for your one year anniversary. You may know of the other’s secrets but Winn never told them about your former hacking.

“Hey guys” You greeted while walking in. “Hey [F/n], congrats” James hugged you. Laughing you thanked him, “I know, who would’ve thought anyone could put up with him for a year.” You teased, knowing Winn was only a few feet away.

“I’m right here!” he called, raising his hand from in front of his computer. J’onn was standing beside him, in his Martian form. Walking behind the chair you wrapped your arm around his shoulders. “You ready?” whispered to him, joy in your tone.

“Yeah, just a sec. I have to get these coordinates for J’onn then I can leave” Winn answered, not looking away from the screen. Watching his cursor as he continued to fail to find the coordinates. “Agh! Why won’t it track?!” He yelled frustrated. “Focus Agent Schott” J’onn scolded, crossing his arms.

“Aw for the love of.” You rolled your eyes, seeing everything he was doing wrong and couldn’t help yourself. Standing up straight, while moving to the keyboard. Winn pulled his hands away as you worked your magic on the keyboard, having the coordinates they needed up in seconds. Turning to see them a bit shocked.

Even J’onn, you laughed before saying “What’s wrong J’onn? You look a bit green with envy.” Chuckling at your own joke. Winn gave you a worried look, did you just sass J’onn?! Do you want to die?!

After you exchanged a look with J’onn he began to laugh. You made J’onn laugh. Winn couldn’t believe his eyes, he’s only seen Alex do that. The other DEO agents were just as shocked.

“Good work [F/n], remind me to offer you a position here at the DEO after your anniversary.” He said before heading out to help Kara at this location. Winn was still sitting in his seat awestruck and staring at you. “Why are you staring?”

“I just, did you just sass J’onn, make him laugh, and then get a job offer?” his brows furrowed in confusion. “I did” you nodded before taking his hand and pulling him from his chair. “How?” Disbelief written all over his face as you made your way out of the DEO, making you laugh. “I’m just that good” you shrugged.

He chuckled, “I guess so.”

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part 1 | part 2 

((here it is! the first of the “comic” things i intend on doing, and thank you @odragonloveoo for giving me the perfect excuse (and insp) to do this one! this will have at least 3-4 more parts, and gosh i cant wait to die drawing them. stay tuned!))

Legends of Tomorrow — S1E1  {Sentence Starters}

  • ❛❛ He has achieved what no one in human history ever has. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What’s your name…? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Your mother was brave. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We are not warriors. We possess no army. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The golden age of gasoline engines, online pornography, and those silly little smartphones. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This feels good, being back in the field. Not that this is a field, but… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Too late to turn back now. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ My night’s about to get a whole lot worse, isn’t it? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ They have guns. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Join me for a drink? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I have come quite a long way to meet you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I thought I told you to be careful! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What’s the use of sharing my intelligence if you won’t listen? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You, my love, almost got us killed. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Cops’ll never hassle a dad buying diapers in the middle of the night. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Why don’t you ask the dude who knocked us out and kidnapped us? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ While you were incapacitated, I may have tampered with your weapons. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You got the wrong guy. ‘Hero’ ain’t on my resume. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ It’s fun to watch you kick and punch and skewer bad guys, but I need a minute of your time. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m as trusting as you are cynical. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I died once. At least, the world thought I did. You know what happened? Nothing. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ God, if you only knew how I loved you, and how much… how much it hurt every time he took you away from me. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Be a hero in the light. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’ve lived in the shadows long enough. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I can’t believe you’re thinking of hooking up with the Englishman. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I have no desire to save the world. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We hate working and we love money. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You want me in, I’m in. But I’m not gonna be anyone’s hero. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Do you have any idea what an extraordinary opportunity we’ve been given? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I think we’re being punked… do people still say ‘punked’? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You don’t look too happy to be here. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Whatever you roofied him with, I’d like some. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Just hang on and remain calm. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I can’t believe you kidnapped me. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Why does this stupid station play nothing but reruns? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You still don’t remember me, do you? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I don’t remember you. I’m so sorry. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The more the world is focused on destroying itself, the less it notices an immortal psychopath in its midst. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Who wants to listen to some Captain and Tennille? My mother played it. A lot. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’re not my type. But your lady, on the other hand… well, she looks just my speed. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Me being here - it’s all a big mistake. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You need to get us out of here now! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We’re not going anywhere unless our son’s coming with us. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We go out for one lousy drink, and you guys somehow manage to pick a fight with Boba Fett. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We’ve barely begun, and already this is the worst, unmitigated disaster of my career. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I see why you got the hots for that one. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ My son is hurt because of you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Start telling the truth! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Of course I lied to you. I needed your help. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t kill you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I like being part of a team, man. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ If we have the power to change the world, don’t you think we have the power to change our own fate? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I like killing people. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m just trying to make this world a better place, one war at a time. ❜❜
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sugamon rookie king moments. 👀
+bonus

anonymous asked:

Morty telling Summer about the relationship with Rick, and Summer just trying to keep Rick for taking advantage of him. Also: trans and/or nonbinary Morty/Morticia/Mort, with open minded Rick helping Mort/Morty/Morticia

whoa that’s one intense family secret!! 😬 summer is so good honestly i trust her to do the right thing, whatever that is. team summer!

ok so my hc for both r!ck and m/orty is that they’re both trans u know. and idk depending on when stuff is in their life who knows if mort even know his grandpa is trans too ! cause like, r!ck “passes” and his body is exactly as he wants it to be (give or take the self hatred) cause he’s been alive a while and he’s a science genius lol. i like the idea of m/orty’s trans-ness being completely normalised and his gender never questioned regardless of what he wants to do or not do to his body. 😭💖

any ways! love this! i treated ur ask as a prompt so here’s a lil dribble:

It happened every few months, when Morty was available for an adventure, he’d still get left behind. There was always a few bits of business Rick deemed too dangerous for Morty. If Morty was lucky these kinds of errands would only take Rick a couple of hours, but they could last one or two days. These sorts of things filled Morty with anxiety. What if Rick was hurt, what if he’d never get to see his grandpa again? There were ways of reaching Rick when he was interstellar, but it was up to Rick whether or not he remembered to respond. Morty had heard from Rick three or so hours ago, and for the moment he felt anxieties subside.

Morty woke up the next morning on the couch before the rest of the family had made their way into the family room. To avoid having to interact with anyone, Morty immediately sought Rick in the garage, and then in Rick’s room. The old man was still gone. Morty had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Rick, and after feeling around in his pockets, he realised his phone was still downstairs.

By the time Morty got back down, Summer had made her way to the couch, phone in hand. “Summer, will you call my phone?”
“Not right now, I’m busy,” his sister didn’t look up from the screen.
“Fine, then can you move? I-I need to check in the couch,” Morty felt a pit in his stomach from Rick’s absence, and he needed to check if he tried to contact Morty back. Summer groaned but didn’t move or respond. Morty raised his voice with anxiety, “c-come on, Summer! I need to find my phone!”
“God, chill out Morty. Use mom’s phone or something.”
“Summer! Just call my damn phone! It’ll only take a second, you-you’re being a real uh-”
Summer chuckled to herself, “Trying to see what Grandpa Rick is up to? You need to make some friends from school so you can have something else to do on the weekends.”
“Shut up!” Summer didn’t respond verbally, but she lifted an eyebrow and smiled smugly at Morty. “Please just call.”
Summer AUGH-ed and switched apps. A few seconds later a buzz came from the bottom of a couch cushion, and Morty grabbed his phone.

“T-Thanks a bunch,” Morty spoke bitterly as he rolled his eyes.
“Are you really in such a sour mood just cause Grandpa Rick like, left on one of his weird science trips?”
Morty sat on the opposite side of the couch, turned from Summer with his phone in hand, “Geez! No… I-I just wanted to check on my games and stuff. I’m bored!”
Summer sounded amused, “/Right/, so you’re not texting Rick right now?” Morty stopped typing and glared at Summer. She laughed to herself, “Oh my god, Morty.”
Morty didn’t respond and finished checking notifications. Rick hadn’t texted him on any platform, which wasn’t the strangest thing in the world, but it did nothing to quench Morty’s anxiety. He finished typing his text to Rick when Summer continued teasing him.
“You know, you should like get a blog or something, Morty. Like, make some weirdo friends so you can text someone other than grandpa.”
“You’re just jealous.”
“I’m jealous cause you have nothing to do when Rick is working or whatever? You realise I hang out with my friends on the weekends, right? And that they’re like, my age?”
“Then why-why are you on the couch teasing me instead of hanging out with all your cool friends? You don’t have anything to do, either!”
“It’s called me-time, Morty.”
“Whatever.”

After many minutes of silence passed, Rick hadn’t responded. Morty’s text hadn’t even been delivered. He wanted to try calling Rick but didn’t want Summer to say anything. He decided to give it more time, but felt his anxiety’s build until Morty inadvertently asked the room where the hell Rick was.
Summer looked over her phone, “are you actually worried or something?”
“Well… he usually isn’t gone over night.”
“He’s gone overnight all the time? What the hell are you talking about.”
“Na-ah! He hasn’t been gone overnight w-without me for months.”
Summer laughed teasingly, “oh my god, you really DO spend all your time with grandpa.”
“Shut up, Summer.” Morty held his phone back up in front of him.
“When was the last time you were home alone without Rick?”
“I-I don’t know… uh, well I, I don’t see him at school!”
“Um, yes you do. He pulls you out of school literally every day.”
“That’s not true, Summer. I was at-at school uh, two full school days in a row w-without interruption last week.”
“Woooow. You’re like, proving my point.”
Morty pushed an irritated breath out of his nose, “you’re jealous.”
Summer snickered. “You’re like so gay for him, it’s sad.” Morty tensed up immediately, he flushed but tried not to react. He knew Summer didn’t mean it in /that/ way. “Oh my god,” Summer continued to amuse herself at Morty’s expense, “You’re like, all red!”
“Leave me alone, Summer! Y-You should be worried about Rick too! H-His work, i-it’s dangerous. It’s not stupid for uh, to get worried when he’s gone a long time and he hasn’t texted or called!”
Summer cocked her eyebrow, “Um, okay? He never calls me or anybody.”
“Y-yeah, well he calls me.”
“Grandpa needs friends his own age.”
Morty made one of his exasperated screeches and glared across the couch at Summer. He was tired of the third degree.
“Oookay…” Summer turned her attention back to her phone.

It was afternoon, now. Morty sat on his bed, tapping furiously on his touch screen. His door was open, and Summer walked past Morty’s doorway to her room, but paused. “Whatcha doing there, Morty?”
“Go away, Summer.”
“Are you really still texting grandpa Rick?” Summer had breached the entrance to Morty’s room and was walking toward him.
Morty panicked and double tapped the home button to switch apps, but Summer saw a glimpse of Morty’s text before he was able to fully navigate away.
“What the hell was that? Morty what did that text say?”
“Go away, Summer!”
“Did you call grandpa Rick ‘daddy’?”
Morty was panicked, “Oh my god, oh my god,” Morty’s eyes welled out of sheer worry.
“What the hell is going on!” Summer’s tone was tinged with irritation.
“S-Summer! Summer shh, just-just listen! Please!” Morty raised his voice, he was afraid of Summer speaking too loudly with their parents home, downstairs.
“Give me your phone!”
“No!” Morty tucked his phone behind him.
“What’s going on with you and grandpa Rick? Why are you acting like such a freak!”

Morty hopped off his bed and took his phone with him to shut the door.
“You can’t tell Mom and Dad.” Morty said sternly.
“Morty…”
“Please, Summer.”
“Morty… What’s going on…?” There was audible concern in Summer’s voice.
“What uh, d-do you think is going on? What did you see?” Morty felt short of breath, his heart beat in his ears.
“You tell me.”
He paused for a minute. “I-I don’t know. I just um, I sometimes call Rick…that, y'know as a joke, uh…”
“Let me see your phone, Morty.”
“N-no, Summer! Just uh, drop it ok. It’s nothing! There’s nothing to see! It-it-it’s not what it looks like.”
“It looks like you’re- you’re sexting our grandpa, Morty!”
Morty’s heart was in his throat. “We’re not sexting! I was just checking if he’s okay! He hasn’t texted me back yet, and I’m worried! H-he, he’s been gone o-over twenty-four hours now, a-and that’s not exactly usual-”
“So you call grandpa Rick daddy?”
“Oh gosh! uh. Listen-Listen, it’s not like that-”
“Like what exactly, Morty? What’s your relationship with grandpa Rick?” Summer was stern. She was not letting up.

Morty stayed silent, he looked down and away from Summer. Morty tried to pin down what to say, but his thoughts were racing and he was stricken dumb. They’d been found out.
Without warning, Summer grabbed the phone from Morty’s hand and began trying pass codes. “I’ll lock you out for a thousand minutes if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”
“Summer! Give me my phone back! Stop!”
“I will tell Mom where you keep your weed stuff!” Summer yelled, “Mom!”
“Summer!” Morty unsuccessfully grabbed for his phone and tried to hush his sister. “Stop! Stop! Just… I’ll-I’ll tell you, okay?!”
Summer held Morty’s phone behind her back and looked at her brother expectantly.
“J-Just, uh, ask me whatever you’re uh, thinking is going on…”
“Is there, like, something going on between you and grandpa Rick?”
Morty looked down toward Summer’s chin, and swallowed. “Y-Yeah…”
Summer stared at Morty with her brow furrowed. She looked like her wheels were moving. Summer’s eyes widened and her breath ceased for a moment. Summer resumed her normal breathing and spoke to the room, “so, that’s what’s been going on with you two all this time.”
“I… Summer-”
“Morty-Morty, just answer yes or no.”
“O-okay…”
“Are you two…” Summer closed her eyes for a moment, “like, um, having sexual relations?”
“Je-Jesus Christ, Summer! I, uh… What-what kind of question is that?!”
“Yes or no, Morty!”
Morty took a moment, “Yes.”
“Oh my god, Morty. You are having sex with our grandpa! He’s…our grandpa!”
“Summer! Keep it down!” Morty was bright red and visibly shaken.
“So what, you’re grandpa’s fuck buddy?!”
“Summer!! He’s, we-we’re more than that. I love him… I-I think he loves me.”
“You’re related! That’s like, Mom’s dad! Do you have any idea how weird this is? Not to mention, illegal!”
“I-It’s not illegal if I want it, Summer!”
“Um, yes it is. He’s one million years old and you’re fourteen.”
“Rick is only… forty-something years older. I-In the span o-of the universe that-that’s nothing! That, uh, time is nothing when you’ve seen how big the universe-”
“That kind of bullshit might work when grandpa Rick pulls it on Mom and Dad, but it won’t work on me! That’s like three times longer than you’ve been alive, Morty! Grandpa Rick is an old creep, and he’s taking advantage of you!”
“He-he might be a creep, but I’m important to him! He-sometimes I guess I get worried that… that he’s just using me, but, y'know, that’s how Rick is-”
“Do you… use protection?”
“Uh…”
“Oh my god, Morty-”
“It’s fine, Summer! I’m fine!”
“Are you /trying/ to get pregnant?!”
“No! Summer, oh my god! D-Don’t be gross!”
“I’m just saying…”
“T-That’s not a problem; Rick is a-a genius! He knows what he’s doing.”
Summer responded to her own thoughts, “Oh my god, you like lost your virginity… to grandpa Rick.”
“Summer!” Morty hid his face in his hands.
“Morty!”
“A-am I supposed to say yes to that? I-I don’t care that we’re, y'know, but me and Rick-”
“Grandpa Ri-” Summer corrected Morty.
“Sto-Stop calling him that, Summer!”
“That’s what he is, Morty!”

The siblings sat on Morty’s bed in silence for what seemed like more than minutes. Summer still had Morty’s phone in her hand. Morty remembered the phone only moments before he heard it vibrate. Summer lifted the phone to check the screen, “Rick.”
Morty grabbed for the phone, “C'mon Summer! Plea-please let me see what he said. I’ve been worried, please!” Summer pursed her lips and looked Morty in the eye, “C'mon, I told you everything.”
Summer sighed, “Fine,” she handed the phone over to Morty, “but you’re going to answer my questions after you check.”
“Fine, fine!” Morty unlocked his phone and read Rick’s text. Summer looked over his shoulder, and Morty unsuccessfully tried to turn the phone so Summer couldn’t read.
“Oh my god, you really call him Daddy… like in a sexy way. Is this ‘cause Dad is such a cuck?”
“Dad being a cuck has nothing to do with this!” Morty chuckled a bit after the anxiety of Summer’s question passed, “O-Oh my god, Dad really is such a cuck, though.”
Summer laughed lightly for a moment, but she began thinking again, “So, are you and grandpa Rick like, dating?”
“I-I don’t know. He uh, says he doesn’t sleep with anybody else… a-and I believe him, a-and I kinda like to think of Rick as my uh… um, my boyfriend, bu-but I dunno. You know how Rick is…”
“I’m definitely finding out more and more how he really is.”
“H-hey, what’s that supposed to mean, Summer?”
“You know what I mean, Morty! He has sex with his own grandson… I’m not saying /you’re/ a creep, but grandpa Rick is old, he knows better.”
“He loves me, Summer!” Morty’s tinge of anger made him feel like his eyes might water.
“I’m sure he does! I like, know he loves you, Morty. We all know he likes you most out of everyone in the family, it’s obvious. But, like, maybe it’s not appropriate for him to feel that kind of way about you. I’m just…”
“I-I know you’re trying to protect me, but-” Morty interrupted.
“I am concerned because he’s our grandfather and you two sleep together and apparently are both cool with it!?”
“But! I consent. I want this. I-I’m basically an adult, I’m in high school and I want to be with him more than I-I want anything. And- just- don’t tell Mom and Dad.”
“Morty, Morty- ugh, I won’t tell anyone, but you have to tell me-”
“What?” Morty’s anxiety sounded like irritation.
“Does he make you things you don’t want to do?”
Morty paused. It was more complicated than that. “No, Summer.”
“You’re not an adult, Morty.”
“I know, Summer…” Morty looked Summer in the eye, “c-can you just be cool about this? I-I don’t wanna feel judged. No one else knows. No one i-in space or anywhere. I’ve usually gotta- have to keep this to myself.”

Summer took a deep breath from her
mouth, then her nose. She closed and opened her eyes. “All right, Morty. I’m not judging you. I’m like, adjusting. Just tell me everything.”
“O-okay, I uh… I, um. I can’t tell you everything! That’s … icky!”
Summer raised an eyebrow, “Seriously?”
“Okay, okay, uh, he uh, took my virginity,” Morty’s ears were beat red, “last November. I-It was a Saturday and I’d gotten high with him for the first time. It’s all kind of a blur. I-I think I came onto him first an-and Rick gave in. H-He told me he’d wanted to… for a while, a-and I had, too. I don’t know, it seemed right.”
“Have you guys… in here?”
Morty laughed with embarrassment, “um… yeah. A lot.” Summer’s body tensed like she was trying to not touch Morty’s comforter. “M-my sheets are clean, Summer! Rick, uh,” Morty giggled with embarrassment and a tinge of shame, “Rick does my laundry after… most of the time.”
“This is /so/ weird, but like, definitely expected.”
“Expected?!”
“Yeah, like, everyone knows you’re gay for him, and that you’re like, grandpa Rick’s little butt boy-”
“E-excuse me?!” Morty interrupted.
Summer eyed Morty and continued, “Yeah, it’s pretty obvious you’re his bitch. /Anyways/, I just didn’t think that your whole… thing went this deep. Like, it /really is/ what it looks like, but you just think: oh, like, they can’t actually be like,” Summer spoke quieter, “fucking.”
“O-Oh my god I-I’m so embarrassed.” Morty hid his face in his hands again and screeched quietly. Summer expelled a deep breath, and Morty pulled his head up to speak, “Do. Not. Tell Mom and Dad. Please, please, they won’t understand. They’ll send Rick away-”
“I’m keeping this to myself, okay? I promise. Really for real, I’ll pinky promise if you want?” Summer held out her pinky.
“O-okay, yeah.” Morty lifted his pink to Summer’s before she pulled her pinky back and spoke.
“Morty, I won’t tell anyone, won’t tell my friends, won’t tell Mom and Dad, but if I think something’s up, if I think Grandpa Rick is hurting you I’m gonna talk to that old man, I will give him such an earful! Like, I don’t care if he gives you shit for that, sorry.”
“Yeah- I uh, I get it.” Summer returned her pinky, “Thanks- thank you.”

The two of them wrapped their pinkies and shook, “You got it lil bro.” Summer sighed, “Ugh, I can’t believe my loser little brother lost his v-card first… no offence.”
“Geez, Summer.”
“Like, not that I’d want this whole 'keep it in the family’ thing you two are doing. I want a cute boy, my age, give or take like one year. Ooh, maybe like, a cool college boy-”
“Y-You make us sound like hillbillies.”
“Incest will do that…”
“O-Oh my god, geez, oh my god I’m going to shut my head… i-in an oven or something…” Morty was red, once again, in the face of his own actions. “F-Fuck you, Summer.”
“Ooh, harsh.” Summer rolled her eyes in good spirits. “So you’ve been getting fucked by Grandpa Rick for like… almost a year now? Wow, Morty, how could you keep this from- never mind, I get it.”
“Yeah…” Morty twiddled his thumbs, “s-so is there anything else you uh, wanna know, or…?”
“No, uh, I’m like good.” Summer stood, “I’ll let you know though, if I have any other,” Summer raised an eyebrow, “…questions.”
“D-Don’t judge me, Summer!”
“I’m not, I’m not! But uh, 'Daddy’?”
“I-I don’t know! It’s like… a sub/dom sorta thing, b-but also it’s just…sweet, a-and comforting. I don’t know! I-I just said it one day, i-it came naturally a-and it turned Rick on, and me too,” he laughed nervously, “O-Oh my god why did I say that. Uh, I-I just think it seems right. Don’t judge me, Summer!”
“Oh my god, Morty! I think I’ve been really cool about this, thank you very much. But, wow, grandpa Rick really is a diddler, huh?”
“Geez! Summer!! Geez, oh my god. D-Don’t say that about Rick.”
Summer looked at Morty knowingly and shrugged, “all right, Morty.” She made her way to his door, and paused. “Breakfast is gonna be /so/ weird.”

Morty walked downstairs when he heard the rattle of a spaceship enter the garage. Summer and Jerry were sat on the couch consumed by their own personal electronics, Beth pouring herself a tasteful early-evening half glass of wine from the box in the top cabinet. Rick entered the main house through the garage door and Morty immediately responded. “Rick!”
“H-Hey Morty. How-How’s uh everybody’s evening?”
“We’re doing great!” Jerry responded.
“Right, anyways.” Rick sat in the armchair.
“Where the hell were you f-for so long, Rick?!” Morty’s concern showed.
“Don’t worry so much, kid. Take-Take a chill pill.” Rick made a smooth motion with his hand toward Morty.
“W-We get worried when you’re gone for a while, I-I think that’s pretty normal, Rick!”
Summer observed the conversation from over her phone, and interjected, “Yeah, Grandpa Rick. Morty’s right.”
“Y-yeah! Thank you, Summer.”
Rick groaned, “Grandpa can handle himself out in the world, I don’t need a-a couple of l-little brats,” he glared at Summer and then turned to Morty, “who don’t even know where the Xerxes nebula is-”
“That was- I-I know where it is now!”
Rick continued, “I don’t need you two on my back when Grandpa is trying to work. W-working on- to expedite the entire human race’s feeble understanding o-of Science, Morty, Summer.”
“All right, geez. Whatever.” Morty gave up.
“Looks like you may need to be the one to 'chill,’ Rick.” Jerry sounded proud of himself.
“All right, that’s it. Everybody leave, go-go to uh, a different room. C'mon.” Rick stared at Jerry until he and Summer stood.
Summer and Jerry made sounds of irritation as they left through the kitchen. As Morty, feeling rejected and a little pissed off, started to make his way toward the door, he felt Rick’s calloused hand on his wrist.
“S-sit with me, Morty.” Rick pulled Morty onto the arm of the chair, so his legs were draped over Rick’s lap. Summer looked on from just behind the entryway of the kitchen.

When Rick was alone with Morty, he allowed himself to unwind. Rick’s expression softened, and he draped his arm over his grandson, “I didn’t mean to worry you, baby.” Morty looked at Rick, his soft face reading relief and vague sadness. “I’m fine, and hey, I won’t be gone so long next time. I-I’ll keep my phone on me too, huh? So chill ou- don’t worry, Morty.” Morty slipped down onto Rick’s lap and squeezed his cheek against Rick’s chest, closed his eyes, and let out a contented groan. Summer ducked her head back behind the open entry.

Summer knew Morty wouldn’t have gone through all that if he was making up some sort of story, but seeing the two of them together when they thought no one was looking cemented her concerns. This was real. She was worried for her brother.

sorry that was literally so much longer than intended lmao!! i wrote it on my phone and didn’t check it for typos or anything.
thanks for the ask :~)

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (2010 Film) : Sentence Starters
  • "When I'm around you, I kind of feel like I'm on drugs. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs, in which case I do them all the time."
  • "I'm in lesbians with you."
  • "This is good garlic bread."
  • "Bread makes you FAT?"
  • "You made me swallow my gum! That's going to be in my digestive tract for seven years!"
  • "If you want something bad, you have to fight for it."
  • "Break out the L-word."
  • "What kind of tea do you want?"
  • "You once were a ve-gone, but now you will begone"
  • "Did you really see a future with this girl/guy?"
  • "Your BF's about to get eff'd in the b!"
  • "It's amazing what we can do with computers these days."
  • "Dude, this thing claims I have mail."
  • "I have to go pee due to boredom."
  • "Like... with jet-packs?"
  • "Wow, ummm... Zelda... Tetris... that's kind of a big question."
  • "If I peed my pants would you pretend that I just got wet from the rain?"
  • "Next time, we don't date the girl/guy with eleven evil ex-boyfriends/girlfriends."
  • "We have an unfinished business. I and (s)he."
  • "Don't you talk to me about grammar!"
  • "That was a test _______, and you passed."
  • "That gossipy bitch."
  • "I've never even kissed a guy/girl before."
  • "Amazon.ca! What's the website for that?"
  • "Freeze! Vegan Police!"
  • "It's milk and eggs, bitch."
  • "(S)He punched the highlights out of her/his hair!"
  • "This song is called "I Am So Sad. I Am So Very Very Sad.""
  • "We are here to sell out and make money and stuff."
  • "Guess who's drunk!"
  • "Pirates are in this year!"
  • "Believe it or not, I used to date _______ in high school."
  • "Is that the Uma Thurman movie?"
  • "Oh? Do you have any embarrassing stories?"
  • "All of our shows are secret shows."
  • "Do you have any idea how long it took me to get all the evil exes' contact information so I could form this stupid league? Like, two hours!"
  • "Tell it to the cleaning lady on Monday."
  • "Um, _______, we're gonna go to Pizza-pizza for a slice, call us when you're done..."
  • "Didn't you get my email explaining the situation?"
  • "Is the news that we suck, because I really don't think I can take it."
  • "Kick her in the balls!"
  • "You just headbutted my boyfriend/girlfriend so hard he burst."
  • "I have to pee."
  • "Go ahead. I'm too cool for you anyway."
  • "Is this an envy-related dream again?"
  • "Short answer: Vegans are just better then everyone else."
  • "Somebody bring me my board!"
  • "So, what can I *censored* get you?"
  • "How are you doing that with your mouth?"
  • "They're called jobs, something a *censored* ball like you wouldn't know anything about."
  • "Let's both be girls."
  • "The only thing separating me from her/him is the two minutes it's gonna take to kick your ass."
  • "Look, I didn't write the gay handbook."
  • "Every Pilgrim reaches the end of it's journey... some sooner than others."
  • "But you can't... cheat... death."
  • "I don't think I can hit a girl. They're soft."
  • "Okay, presumably, you may have just seen a dude's junk, and I'm very sorry for that... so is he."
  • "Steal my boyfriend/girlfriend, taste my steel!"
  • "You had a sexy phase?"
  • "Oh I'd love to postpone, but I just cashed in my last rain check."
  • "What a perfect asshole."
  • "I want to have his/her adopted babies."
  • "_______, you're the salt of the earth."
  • "Do that again, and I will end you!"
  • "You broke the heart that broke mine."
  • "I partake not in the meat, nor the breastmilk, nor the ovum, of any creature, with a face."
  • "You'll pay for your crimes against humanity."
  • "You cocky cock!"
  • "Is there anywhere you don't work?"
  • "Never *censored* mind how I'm doing it!"
  • "You mean, do I have, like, ulterior motives?"
Overheard in LA sentence me
  • I mean, I know we’re just gonna drive in a Suburban, listen to Radiohead and make out, which is all I really want, so… 
  • To be quite honest with you I don’t give a shit about sea life.
  • Malibu rich people are way cooler to me than Beverly Hills rich people
  • I slept with his guy just for his air conditioning
  • —Before your father had the psychotic breakdown, what was your relationship with him like?  
  • Are Girl Scout cookies tax deductible?
  • Smelling that candle was the least manly thing I’ve done all day.
  • You passed out on friday and came back on Sunday. You are basically the Jesus of Cochella.
  • I’m finding a guy tonight. Do you have any idea how long it took for me to look this free spirited and hot?
  • I’m getting my coffee at mcDonalds this week to save money for all the Cochella drugs I have to buy on friday.
  • I’m turning our dog into a douchebag.
  • Every new friend I make is another person who might ask me to pick them up from the airport. And I don’t need that.
  • I’m an actor, dancer, model, and stylist but right now I work at Chipotle.
  • If I worked out as much as I wore work out clothes, i’d be in great shape.
  • I woke up in his bed wearing nothing but my fitbit.
  • I’ve been ‘faking it until I make it’ so long I think i’m just fake now.
  • I’m done dating other actors. He referred to our second dates as a ‘call back’.
  • I’m not a slut. I just have a lot of soulmates.
  • This is too organic for me. I want Nutella.
  • It’s weird how the phrase ‘he’s following me’ has evolved from terrifying into something to be proud of.
  • I have a really good vegan accent

scients  asked:

i was at the hospital all afternoon but as we were leaving my mum noticed cactuses in the gift shop!! i got one & im so happy!! do you think you could ID it for me when i take a pic tomorrow? also do u have any name ideas? lol!! <3

Hello! So sorry I took so long to reply - saw your photo, i’m sorry I can’t ID it but it looks like an easy cactus to take care of! (I have a similar one that’s grown to twice it’s original height). How about hope?! <3 Cos I hope everything’s going well for you !!