eat your tv

So the Japan National ended.. with expected winners..

Well the biggest surprise was that Hanyu got the flu and had to withdraw which made me so disappointed, cause I was excited like crazy!!  But maybe this was for the best.. take care of your health and come back stronger!! –he’s always in a (mechagucha) state this time of the year!!  Why don’t they move JN to January, really.. it’s not even 2 weeks between it and GPF, and their best athletes are always exhausted-..

So Hanyu will be going to 4CC and Worlds like he planned!!  Ganbatte!!  Always look infront of you and do your best!

Shoma was under so much pressure that it showed on him!!  He fell on a quad in his short, but did all three in the free, well done!!  But had many little mistakes in his jumps.. but overall great!!  -I still like his FP in GPF the most-..  The weight of the pressure showed in his last pose and tears, and maybe exhausted too!!  Omedetou Shoma, National Champion..

Shoma will go to 4CC, Worlds and Asian Winter Games!! Wow!! Ganbatte!!

Mura did very well in SP, but he again made mistakes in the FP!!  What happened.. maybe his stamina!?  And Tanaka doing so well in the nationals.. omedetou.. lol, Hanyu must be so happy watching his friend, and more he’s going to be with him in worlds and 4CC!! Lool.. Tanaka get ready for the over excited Hanyu..

Tanaka will go to 4CC & Worlds, while Mura will go to the AWG.  Ganbatte!!

As for the ladies, I was so happy for Kana I got tears in my eyes at the end of her FP!!  She had two hard seasons.. and at last she performed a clean FP.. and the step sequence at the end was so beautiful.. otsukare sama..

(Aww.. her coach is crying too..)

And Mao!  The 3A is back!! Lool.. how stubborn can this lady be..!! (reminds me of someone who’s down now with a flu)!! -whistle-

I’m glad the 3A is back but I hope that her knee is totally cured to do that!!  Even if she didn’t land it, she’s getting better now, jumping her triples.. she still needs more confidence though before her triple jumps.. she does them perfectly at practice, but in her SP I felt she slowed down before her triples.. which make my heart sink!!  In the FP though she went for them and jumped, even though she fell twice.. I think that’s better than doubling them!! Go Mao!!

(lol, i saw that! Yes too bad for the 3A!)

(Comforting her self after the sp!!)

(I like how still she helps out with the flowers <3

(I don’t think she can carry more than this, lol)..

She got 12 in the ranking though.. and we won’t see her in the 3 coming competitions.. I’m hoping she would participate in small competitions if there were any.. Kana won’t compete too.. but she’s a substitute for AWG.

(More Mao screen shots..)

Hongo did really well.. I was surprised of her being 5th!! Maybe the jumping layouts!!  And she brought back the River Dance for her FP, I like it better to be honest, I didn’t like her fp.. but changing a program in the middle of the season is tough!!  Ganbatte in AWG!!

Lastly, Omedetou Satoko for your 3rd champion!!  The first mistake in the FP took me by surprise honestly and I couldn’t help but scold her.. lol.. but then she did everything nicely.. Otsukare and good luck from here on!!!   –I can’t but laugh at her stoic reaction when she was first, umm, you should react more Satoko chan!!!-.  Her last reverse spin is always beautiful..

Satoko will go to the three coming competitions 4CC, Worlds & AWG!!  Ganbatte!!  And with her goes two young skaters Mai & Wakaba, I think that’s good.. yep..

Go Team Japan!!  Good luck & Fight!!

+ this boy and his pooh! 

anonymous asked:

hello!! could you do hc's of suga and asahi and oikawa taking care of a stressed s/o in a rigorous degree? ideally if they're all in college, because i'm struggling like hell right now and i'm in my last semester and it's really intimidating x___x

AN: Oh man, I feel you on this.


asahi

  1. He’s the type that shares the same emotion that his s/o is feeling, so he would probably feel stressed, also.
  2. He would do his best to distract you when you take your study breaks, like take you out to eat, watch your favorite tv shows, go on a short walk to the park.
  3. But if you’re so stressed that you can’t bare to leave the house, he’ll lead you to the couch or your bed and just hold you.
  4. He’ll sometimes sing or hum a song he knows that will calm you down or make you smile/laugh.
  5. He likes to give you small kisses on your forehead as he holds you.

oikawa

  1. The type that wants to make you smile and laugh if you’re stressed.
  2. He distracts you from your work by pulling you away from the desk and twirling and dancing with you in the middle of the room. He’ll lift you up, dip you, and hold your waist tightly.
  3. He also likes to drag you into the kitchen and help him make a quick batch of chocolate chip cookies.
  4. Likes to shower you in butterfly kisses whenever he can.
  5. Also loves to give you eskimo kisses.
  6. He thinks sex is the best way to relieve stress, so he’ll spoil you all night long.

sugawara

  1. Will not take no for an answer about you taking a break. He likes to situate you between his legs while you watch one episode of your favorite tv show.
  2. He thinks tea is the answer to everything, so he’ll make you one of those stress reliever teas.
  3. Will surprise you with a very warm and bubbly bath that he will obviously join you in, complete with champagne and strawberries.
  4. He likes to try new things, so he’d drag you into a short online yoga lesson in the living room.
  5. He gave you a stuffed teddy bear once to hug and hold whenever you’re stressed and he’s not there with you.
Rivalry Part Two

Originally posted by ninja-spacenerd

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Father!Tony

Word Count: 1, 132

Warnings: none besides it’s not that good :’)

Part One Next


The following morning, you shuffled out to the kitchen wrapped in a blanket.

You blinked when you saw Steve. “Good morning,” you grumbled.

“Morning,” he replied. “Someone’s not a morning person.”

You sent the man a glare. “You don’t have to say it every morning, Steve, I get it,” you hissed. Steve held his hands up defensively.

You sat down at the table, leaning your cheek in your palm. “What are you doing up so late?” you inquired. “Shouldn’t you be jogging?”

“I got back half an hour ago,” he replied, waving his hand. “But I actually have to suit up and leave in a few minutes.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have to talk with Fury,” Steve sighed, placing his empty breakfast bowl in the sink. “But the mission reports aren’t until three days after the mission,” you said slowly. “Oh, it’s not a mission report, it’s a mission complaint.”

You wrinkled your nose, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Steve said firmly. “Nothing you should be worried about.” You sat up straight, sending him a frown. “I’m not a kid, Steve. And you’re not my dad. You actually trust me to do my job as an avenger. I’m old enough to know what goes on in these things, I thought you agreed with me on that.” Steve rubbed his eyes but melted, not to your surprise. “Nat wasn’t sent there to help me, she was sent there to collect data for S.H.I.E.L.D.” You tilted your head. “Why is that a problem?”

“Because I didn’t know.”

You raised your eyebrows in shock. “That mission could’ve been completely compromised.” Steve looked a bit proud to find that someone else agreed, though quickly hid that. “What are you going to say to him?” you asked, standing up and stretching your arms. “Not sure yet,” he shrugged. “Well, good luck,” you said.

He waved at you before walking out of the apartment.

You hummed to yourself, eating your cereal and watching TV. When that was done, you showered, and got dressed. Nothing seemed out of the norm then nor the moments following.

It had been when you sat down at your vanity that things got weird. You couldn’t shake the feeling someone was their watching you, which was absurd. And yet the uneasiness was still there.

The first lesson Natasha had given you was to go with your instincts. They can be more powerful than you think.

You crept towards your window and pulled the curtains open. You gazed intently through the pane, eyes scanning around.

There wasn’t anyone or anything that jumped out in your eye immediately.

In any case, you didn’t push it out of your mind completely. Thorough checks of the space concluded that you were alone on the inside. Your door and windows had been locked. The possibility that it was some weird magazine person or photographer was quite high, seeing as you were, unfortunately, the one and only Stark heir.

With that said and done, you dismissed the feeling as best you could, settling down on the couch with a blanket and a mug of chocolate milk. Eventually, the blank feeling settled down while you watched TV, laughing occasionally or finding yourself nodding off.

It was then that you saw it. It was in the very corner of your eye. You almost didn’t realize until the gears turned together and clicked.

The red beam on your chest was steady, not moving in the slightest. The skin of your neck twitched as a result of pulse quickening.

Everything seemed to move so slowly while in reality it only took course of a few seconds.

Your eyes had darted towards the nearest window and you saw him; he had been hiding in plain sight, positioned skillfully in the tree just outside.

His finger moved to the trigger and you jumped away.

The bullet shot through the window and at such a close range, the glass completely shattered like rain. The man swooped in through the now empty frame and your eyes went wide as you saw your opponent.

A very tall and muscular man; dressed in all black with a metallic looking arm. At second glance, you realized it was legitimate metal. The oddest prosthetic choice, though you couldn’t really have a chance to judge his fashion sense as he hoisted a gun up.

Aimed towards you.

A few quick steps got you in enough range that the gun touched your chest. Sliding down to the floor like an acrobat, you kicked his feet from under him. Your mind raced at the thought of knowing that this was a real threat. That this wasn’t Natasha testing you and that no one else was here to have your back.

The adrenalin pushed you forward to fall on top of him. His metal arm whirled and slammed into the your shoulder.

You fell back and the man crawled on top of you. His hands wrapped around your throat and oxygen flow stopped. You couldn’t muster up the energy to buck (IT’S A PUN) him off, mostly because he was much heavier than you were.

Your knee drove up towards, well, there and while he didn’t make as much of a painful sound as you would have liked, he did loosen his hold enough for you to worm out of his grip.

You reached down for the gun that had escaped the man’s hold and pointed it to his head. “Stand. Up,” you gritted out through your teeth.

The man’s body went rigid and he didn’t move.

I said stand up!” you suddenly exclaimed. You hadn’t realized your entire body was shaking from pure fear until then.

Slowly, he stood, towering over you.

You fired three bullets that moment: one in his leg, on at his shoulder, and the other at the closest window. You dropped the gun to the floor and practically body slammed him out of the window. He cushioned your blow to the ground; and if he hadn’t been trying to kill you, he would have made a good cuddle buddy.

Your thought got cut off when he suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you up. You howled out at the wave of pain that flooded your scalp. Upwards went your hand to his jaw, his head going back and the mask flying off.

He stumbled away from you and your eyes went wide. “You’re Bucky,” you declared, almost accusingly.

He was. He was the man from the picture you had found in Steve’s room.

The gears in your mind ceased their movement as you tried to piece everything out. Suddenly, Bucky swung his arm towards your chest.

The pain vibrating throughout your body was the last thing you had felt.

I Hate You

Pairing: Reader X Dean
Rating: Explicit
Length: 1,117

Your step-brother Dean was home from- well, god knows where, and he was getting on your nerves again. He would hog the TV, eat your food, use your soaps in the shower, leave the toilet seat up… it was like he was raised by wolves. You reminded yourself it was temporary and moved on.

Waking up, going to shower before class, you stumble around in the early morning winter darkness. Then you heard the shower was already running. Your parents had left for work by now, so you know who it is. You see red. He knew you had places to be.

“Dean!” You slammed a fist on the door. “You know I have school in an hour! Get out of there!”

“I’m not done.” Came his lazy reply. You were ready to charge in there and /make/ him get out. But you couldn’t, if you saw him naked, that would be the end. You’d finally do it. You’d jump him.

You growled in frustration. “Fine! Just let me know when you’re done!” You went back to your room, and slammed the door. About five minutes went by before he knocked.

“All yours,” he called. Stomping to the door, you swung it open and there he was his massive frame blocking the door way. He had an elbow on each side of the frame and his legs crossed easily. All he had on was a white towel around his waist, and he was wet. Jesus. “What’s your problem with me?” He ground out, eyes narrowed.

He looked dangerous. “You’re irritating,” you huffed, looking away.

“Look if you’re embarrassed, and you want to play games- hey, be you, but I’m gonna be me.” He gestured to himself, and swung into your room a little. You took a step back. “So, I’m a pretty thick guy. I don’t learn things quickly, but since you’ve been doing this for years, I figured it out. Now, you’re not a little girl anymore. Though, you are little to me.” It was true; your step brother towered over you. As if to elaborate, he took a step closer. Then he continued.

“So, we can be honest now. You want something from me, and I would be more than willing to give it to you. Hell, I’d even say eager.” His voice dropped to a gravelly whisper, and his hand reached out to touch the top of your breast. You gasped at the feather light touch.

“Are you messing with me?” You asked quietly, looking into his eyes. He was dead serious as he shook his head a tiny bit; intense eyes never leaving yours.

“No, I’m fucking with you,” he growled as he grabbed your jaw and kissed you ferociously. You moaned into it and threw your arms around his neck. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He moaned against your lips. “Come on, bed.”

You practically ran, as you peeled your tank top off. All Dean could see was your back and he let out a keening moan. You smiled at that and slid on to the bed carefully, concealing your chest from him. He’d have to turn you over.

He joined you on the bed and pulled your shorts and panties down.

“I love this ass,” Dean moaned as he kissed your bottom. “You know what a creep I feel like when we go to the pool?” He chuckled as he caressed your ass and squeezed gently.

“Why?” You smiled.

“You, y/n, in that string bikini. It’s like, too much for me. I get hard every time I see you in it. But, while I like a good ass,” he said, voice coming closer to your ear. His hands turned you over and he settled his hips into yours. “I love titties. Yours.”

He put both hands on you and squeezed. Then his mouth was all over them. “Oh god!” You cried when he nipped one of your nipples.

“You how many times I dreamed of doing this?” He huffed.

“How many?” You gasped as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

“So often, that I was thinking about it just this morning. I jerked off and then, well, got to clean up.” He winked. That was so fucking hot. In the room right next door, Dean jerked off to thoughts of you.

“What else do you think about?” You squirmed under him.

“I think about,” he said moving a hand down to your middle. “What your face would look like, if I just…” his fingers found your soaked clit. You moaned loudly, threw your head back, and pressed your eyes shut. “Jesus,” he whispered. The stubble of his chin scraped against your throat.

“Ah! So good,” you cried as he rubbed you just right. You were almost ready to cum.

“You must really want me,” he groaned in your ear and bit your earlobe. Damn, he was right. You began pulling at the towel around his hips. He looked at you and smiled. “Not til I’m done playing with this.” He teased, pinching your nub just slightly.

“Dean!” You gasped and gripped his shoulders.

“Oh, I like the sound of that.” He purred, and went back to rubbing you gently. You were right on the edge. “Say it again and you can come.”

“Dean,” you moaned. “Please, Dean!” He rubbed just a fraction harder, and you came. Hard. Gasping and shaking in his arms.

“That was so hot, y/n. I need you. I need you right now.” He pushed inside of you, and you thought you might die. He felt incredible in you. “You feel so good.” He grunted as he thrust.

“Ah! You too, Dean. Jesus! I’m almost there again.”

“Good. I’m not gonna last long.” He told you and that made you burn.

“Yes, Dean, I wanna make you cum,” you sighed right in his ear. He stopped, pulled back, and stared at you. ‘Oops,’ you thought right before he grabbed your face and gave you a bruising kiss. Then he began snapping his hips hard, holding your lips together.

You came by surprise. It surprised Dean too.

“Fuck!” He shuddered and grunted, coming in me. “Oh my God.” He said trying to keep his weight off you. You looked up at him and realized how blessed out he was. You smiled. He smiled.

“Oh my God is right,” you giggled. He chuckled too. “I hate you.” You shook your head at his adorable face. He laughed in earnest this time.

“No, you don’t,” he told you, smiling, shaking his head. “In fact, you’re playing hooky with me all day.” He leaned down, kissing your neck.

“I think you’re right,” you grinned.

“Good, cause I’m hard again.”

anonymous asked:

what do you do when you still love them after they broke up with you

You let yourself wallow for a little while, eat your feelings, watch tv, curl up with blankets and pillows. Find some cute wlw ships (Glee is really good for that) and watch all those shows.Then after a month try and find other cute girls.

Librarian.

Imagine you’re a librarian and Reid and the team walk in and the books in your hands fall and Reid rushes to help you and you both get all blushing and while they’re going through the security cameras Reid keeps glancing at you and smiling and Morgan and Emily notice and won’t leave until he asks you on a date

I kinda edited it a bit I hope you don’t mind! Also if anyone can think of a better name please tell me! I haven’t proof read this one yet because I was trying to get it out asap! But I hope you enjoy it!xx-Ash

There was 10 minutes left until the library closed, 10 minutes until you had to go home and spend another night alone in front of your TV, eating another bowl of popcorn and drinking that new bottle of red wine you’d bought yesterday night. Everyday was the same; dating had become futile, the same 3 types of guy on cycle; the douche, the creep and the silent one. You had almost finished stacking the crime section when 4 police officer rushed through the isle you were down, knocking both you, your glasses and the books you were holding onto the ground. As you searched the blurred space around you, you felt a slim hand latch onto your wrist and pull you to your feet.

“I apologise for their rudeness.” the blurry man placed the books on the shelf and handed you your glasses “FBI agents seem to lose their manners when they’re looking for someone.” he chuckled nervously.

“Thank you, it’s fine I tend to be pretty invisible to most people anyway.” you almost mimicked his laugh. As his face came into focus you were stopped in your tracks. WOW, no way was this guy talking to you? “H…H…how can I help you?”

“Dr Spencer Reid, I’m with the FBI behavioural analysis unit.” he smiled.

“Y/N, I work here, all the time” you laughed loudly before quickly slapping your hands over your mouth to stopping yourself from embarrassing yourself any more.

“Very nice to meet you.We’re investigating the string of murders in the area and we’d like to have a look at your security camera’s.”

“You think the murderer has been here? But this is just a library why would he come here?” You found yourself become flustered, Spencer placed his hand on your upper arm which strangely calmed you down. You felt calm but nervous, both were immediately  present as soon as he touched you.

“Don’t worry this is just one of the places we’re looking. Could you show me and my colleagues; Agents Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan, to the security room?” he motioned to the two agents who had been stood just behind him since he arrived, however this was the first time you’d noticed him.

“Um, yes!” you stood for another minute looking at the 3 of them until you realised you had moved “OH! Follow me” you turned quickly and walked away from them feeling their eyes burning into the back of your head. 

You all crammed into the small back room. You let the police look through the footage and stood next to Spencer, feeling at your safest when near him. You couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering up to his face and by the looks of things he couldn’t stop his from looking at yours. 

“That’s Melody Graham, the last victim. And Grace Stevens and Kat Hardy. All our victims have been here” Morgan pointed to the young girls you were serving. You felt your mouth drop open and your eyes begin to water. Spencer slipped his hand into yours. You racked your brain trying to think if there was anything you could’ve done to save them “This place is our link. Spencer stay here with Y/N and run her through what happens next.” 

The others left you both alone in the back room, Spencer lowered you into the office chair and held onto your other hand.

“They were all here, I knew them they came here all the time.” Spencer pulled your forehead to his.

“There was nothing you could’ve done. I will take you home and then when this case is finished I will take you out for dinner to say thank you for your help.” you brought your face away from his.

“Did you just ask me out Dr Reid?”

“Yes. Is that a deal?” you laughed quietly. 

“Deal!” maybe this date would be more successful than those many you’d had before; Dr Spencer Reid you better be worth it.

So a friend of mine recently joked to me that they wished they were asexual because always pining after people and falling in love and shit like that was painful and they wished that they just didn’t have to deal with it or whatever, I don’t know. To be fair, I’m sure those things are very much not fun. but let me tell you a thing about being asexual in a society that is driven by sex.


Picture for a moment that you hate the taste of chocolate cake. Or maybe you don’t even hate it, but you don’t particularly get the appeal. You know chocolate cake exists and that pretty much everyone seems to love it, maybe you’ve even tried it but it’s not your thing so life without chocolate cake isn’t so bad and you go on your merry way in a chocolate free life, maybe enjoying some other kind of dessert, maybe just some pie or some ice cream makes you happy. then one day you look around and realize that EVERYONE is talking about chocolate cake. Every advertisement on tv has chocolate cake in it, they eat it on your favorite tv shows, everyone talks about how fantastic chocolate cake is, different ways to make it, how much icing they like or whatever, you’re not too interested. And still that’s fine. Sure it might be nice to like something that everyone else seems to like so much, they say it’s awesome so clearly you’re missing out on something, but really you don’t feel like you’re missing out on anything at all, cause ice cream is still a pretty fucking great dessert. 


Then you realize something else. It isn’t just that people REALLY like chocolate cake, it’s that everyone is obsessed with it. It’s people saying things like “It’s not dessert if you don’t have chocolate cake with it” and “there’s something wrong with you if you don’t like chocolate cake. Who would be happy with just ice cream! No no, it’s not HEALTHY to not like chocolate cake.” That’s when you start to feel like maybe there’s something wrong with you, like maybe dessert really can’t be dessert without chocolate cake, and maybe you should just forgo your delicious after dinner treat altogether, because when you’re at a dinner party no one else is going to want to eat just ice cream like you do, and you don’t want to force anyone else to skip their chocolate cake since it seems so important to all of them, it would probably be really hard for them to give it up. But really, you just don’t want anyone to choose cake over you. 


This is what being asexual is like. It is not fun. It is not freedom from the game of love and lust, from the pain that seems to come along with those things. As it stands, being ace, by our cultural standards, means that there’s something wrong with you. It leaves you constantly feeling like you’re missing out on the punchline of a joke that everyone else thinks is the best goddamn joke in the world. It’s confusing cause you feel fine, you feel normal. But you also feel isolated because not liking sex, or not feeling any desire for it, or not wanting a romantic relationship, these things are weird. You’re told that a healthy relationship must involve sex and romance. It must involve nice dates and compliments and whatever else comes along with romance, I don’t know, walks on the beach and committing to each other and posting cute pictures together on your social media and reminding each other you love them. Supposedly these things are necessary to “connect” with another person. And you feel like being in a relationship would mean that someone else would be sacrificing those things for you. And while you don’t really understand why, you know that they must be important to them so asking someone to give those things up for you is repellent. 


You instead resign yourself to just not having a relationship, or else doing those things and feeling awkward or uncomfortable or even disgusting and dishonest. In my experience anyway, I can’t speak for the entire spectrum, THIS is what asexuality feels like. It’s not a fucking joke. It’s not something you can wish to be just to escape getting your fucking heart broken again. Because as much as “real love” apparently hurts, feeling like you aren’t allowed to love anyone because you define it differently than everyone else does hurts just as much. Do NOT use my and many other people’s struggles as a joke and do not for a second think that being ace and/or aromantic is some kind of get out of jail free card.

brendon morning periscope 5/21 (part 2)
  • “how long do you think this periscope thing will last?’ have no clue”
  • “‘blaze it up with my mom?’ alright.”
  • has a lot of tattoo ideas but hasn’t done them. thinks neck tattoos are serious commitments
  • “‘touring or recording?’ both because they’re so different
  • sarah barely smokes weed. brendon: “it’s like a bottle of wine at dinner”
  • brendon smells like: brendon: weed and cologne, sarah: clean, musky weed
  • “‘bring back guy liner’ if it happens it happens”
  • after brendon buzzed his hair when he was first dating sarah he sent a photo to her and said “i understand if you don’t come back”
  • new album is coming out at the end of the year
  • brendon would dedicate a tattoo to sarah and that she can sing
  • brendon can read german because he took a class for three years
  • brendon hasn’t had a poptart in seven years (aka basically fever era)
  • “‘beebo has a butter fettish’ okay”
  • brendon hurt himself at weenie roast on the second backflip and realized he was an old man
  • sarah says brendon is a really good tipper “those jobs suck, and if you’re doing a good job…you gotta tip well”
  • “have you ever put butter on a poptart, so fricken good”
  • sarah: “‘is a brendon a good cook’ he’s a good cook on the things he cooks, like scrambled eggs” 
  • “they always want me to fight someone” sarah: “why would they want you to fight your wife?” 
  • “‘i thought wives cooked?’ what a terribly sexist thing.”
  • sarah: “ryan!! they just type ryan.” brendon: “yeah.” 
  • “‘would you get a cat?’ no, bogart would eat it”
  • what’s your favourite tv show? sarah: friends. brendon: seinfeld.
  • brendon: “love miley cyrus, she doesn’t give a fuck and that’s awesome”
  • it’s been a while since he’s seen patrick. “miss that dude, he’s got a baby to take care of”

She woke up like this.

Take a walk down the aisle June 4 at 10/9c on nbctv.

dr who series 2 episode guide
  • episode christmas: dr who takes a nap; santa robots take offense
  • episode 1: dr who visits futurama and the loose skin returns
  • episode 2: duran duran strikes again
  • episode 3: k9 vs giles
  • episode 4: extreme fashion robots turn murderous but are stopped by a pun
  • episode 5/6: gay mickey and roses zombie dad save the world from angry tall people. rose gets turned into a small dog
  • episode 7: "tv will eat your soul" says the tv show that is being shown on a tv
  • episode 8/9: you just HAD to land on top of satan didnt u dr
  • episode 10: elton john & moaning mertyl exist for 40 minutes
  • episode 11: friendly alien uses a small child as it's unwilling host body and sends people to the cornfield
  • episode 12: torchwood appears for the 1st time and fucks everything up in less than 2 minutes, which is a full 2 minutes longer than it usually takes them.
  • episode 13: the dr peacefully sends everyone to hell, and, bitter that he didnt succeed with rose, destroys a solar system to make up for it.
Valentine's Day-Shawn

(Your POV)

You had woken up on Valentine’s Day feeling horrible, and you were positive you had a fever. “Hey Y/N are you ready-” Your boyfriend Shawn walked into your room and saw you were still in bed. He kneeled down and rubbed your back. “Are you feeling okay?” He asks concerned. “No I think I have a fever.” You cough and then groan. “I’m sorry to ruin Valentine’s Day.” You say from under the sheets. “No Y/N/N you didn’t ruin Valentine’s, it’s not your fault you got sick. Besides, as long as I’m with you the day will be perfect.” “I’m too sick to care how cheesy that was. But thank you Shawn. Could you get me some medicine?” Shawn hops up “Of course.” He comes back 15 minutes later with not only medicine, but soup, tissues, and movies too. He gives you the medicine and soup, puts in the first movie, and then gets into bed with you, gently putting your head on his chest and wrapping his arms around you. “I don’t want to get you sick Shawn.” You whine. “No it’s okay. How am I supposed to watch this Valentine’s movie if I can’t cuddle with my girlfriend?” You smile. “You’re so cute.” You mutter. “I love you.” Shawn kisses the top of your head. “I love you to Y/N. If you’re tired you can sleep, otherwise watch the movie with me.” You giggle and turn your head towards the tv, eating your soup and relaxing with your amazing boyfriend. You spend the rest of the day in bed, but you don’t care, because you’re with Shawn, and he’s making sure you have everything you need to get feeling better.

Hope you all like it! This is 8/18 Preferences for this Valentine’s Day weekend. (I’m doing it over the weekend since 18 is a lot for just one day) Love you all!

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