so. SO. @ankkalinna went ahead and sent me a comic i’ve been looking for ever since i made this blog despite me never even telling her that i was looking for it because she just transcended the limits of human communication and directly tuned into my brainwaves i guess.


it’s the one where magica casts a spell to get the “most important thing to scrooge” and what do you think it is. who do you think it is. it’s not the dime. this post is hard to make because i’m still giddy but it’s donald, of course it’s donald, what else could it be.

and i knew this existed somewhere out there? but i didn’t know the specifics. and i didn’t know that magica, scrooge and donald are all IN THE SAME PLACE AS THIS HAPPENS. PLEASE LOOK AT THE PROCESS OF REALISATION.

this is the only blessed smug donald in existence. all others? highly cursed. this one? reverberating with all the positive energies in the universe.

and of course scrooge just fucking, has none of it. this quality tsundere content. spell must have misfired, day saved, show over, everybody go home and definitely don’t talk to me thanks.

and i think the ending implies that nothing outwardly changes, donald just kind of holds that knowledge in his heart and has a much easier time working and caring for scrooge, then, which, of course, status quo is god, and it’s still super good and sweet, but i also kind of wish he’d get to express the critical levels of smugness he must have reached here. 

like i wish he’d never let scrooge hear the end of it. just walks into the bin like fear no more the most important person in your life has arrived. just pulls up to the drive-through like uuhhh a chicken sandwich for my emotionally constipated uncle and a cheeseburger for me, the thing he fears losing most in the world, and maybe a banana milkshake

(the only drawback is that these scans are in finnish, which i speak eight words of, but i swear to god i will find this in german and scanlate it someday. if i’ve ever been meant for anything, it is this)


In most stories, as you know, the villain would be defeated, there would be a happy ending, and everybody would go home knowing the moral of the story. But in the case of the Baudelaires everything was wrong. Count Olaf, the villain, had not succeeded with his evil plan, but he certainly hadn’t been defeated, either. You certainly couldn’t say that there was a happy ending. 

Tom Holland Imagine (prompt)

prompt: 53 - “Sit in my lap.”

              97 - “Really? Right now?”

a/n: request from this prompt list (also I feel like there could be a part 2 to this, if anyone wanted?)

word count: 584

masterlist: (x)

part two: (x)

The grey sky filled with black rainclouds grumbled restlessly. The rain hammered down onto the roof of Tom’s trailer, sounding as if it was causing dints in the metal above as you were wringing out your wet clothes. You and Tom were the only actors needed on set today, so the trailer park was pretty quiet. Filming had been put on hold until the rain held off, and you were gathering your stuff ready to leave since that would probably be tomorrow. You hadn’t brought any spare clothes to replace your wet ones, so Tom offered you some of his. He threw you a towel to dry your dripping hair when the lights went out. You peaked outside the small window, noticing that the power had been cut.

“This storm is really bad, huh?” Tom though aloud, and right on cue, a flash of lightning ripped through the sky. It was still daylight, but the thick clouds made everything dark. Tom found a flashlight in one of his drawers, switching it on so he could find you some clothes. “Here you go,” he passed you some sweatpants and a hoodie.

You were about to thank him, but the knock at the door interrupted you. Tom opened the door, and the assistant stood under the large golf umbrella informed you that due to the power outage, the electric gates surrounding the area you were filming in had failed. They couldn’t be opened, so you were to stay in your trailers until further notice.

“Guess we’re stuck here then,” Tom shrugged, making himself comfortable on the sofa that leant against the trailer wall. You joined him, snuggling into the large hoodie he had given you to wear. “Do you wanna run some lines?” You agreed, and ran through a few scenes a couple of times together, including one where your characters were meant to kiss.

“Sit in my lap.” Tom instructed.
“Okay I’m pretty sure that’s not in the script, Tom.”
He gave you a cocky smile. “Oh it’s not? My mistake.” You felt slightly flustered, you’d never seen Tom as anything other than a friend before, yet here you were, your heart racing at a quicker pace than usual, an ache apparent between your thighs at the thought of sitting across his toned legs. “Shame.” Was he flirting? “Are we going to rehearse the kiss too?”
“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Holland?” He put his hand to his chest, mocking a shocked look on his face, before that cocky smile returned. “You are flirting. Really? Right now? We’re meant to be working,” you teased.
“Well technically, I think- I think, they dismissed us from set, so we’re not actually meant to be doing anything work related.” Tom sent you a suggestive look.
You opened your mouth, about to say something, but the lights came back on, taking you by surprise. You heard the same assistant from before shouting outside saying everybody was free to go home since the gates were now open.
“Guess I’ll be going then,” you stood up from the sofa. “Thanks for the clothes, I’ll get them back to you tomorrow.”
“Wait you’re just going to leave?” Tom sounded shocked, he thought he had you in the palm of his hand. You shrugged, teasing him a little.
“Yeah.” With that, you left his trailer, leaving him sat on his sofa. He laughed in disbelief to himself. Had you rejected him? Or were you just playing the long game? Tom couldn’t decide.

I feel like Viktor and Yuuri have difficulty going to clubs.

Not because the people are unwelcoming, or because they’re recognized too often–although, that’s a part of it, especially after Yuuri’s comeback gains Legend Status and they’re living in Saint Petersburg, figure skating capital of the world–but because they show up literally everyone else when they dance together.

Viktor probably isn’t as good a dancer as Yuuri, but he’s gotten at least some formal training from Lilia, and you don’t get that good at figure skating without being at least equipped with the ability to be devastating on a dance floor.

There’s a gay club in Saint Petersburg where the bartenders don’t really know who Viktor Nikiforov is–like, they’ve heard the name, and they know he won the Olympics twice or something, but putting a face to the name is difficult and they wouldn’t recognize the guy if he was standing in front of them.

And he does–semi-frequently.

They do know who Vitya is, though. Vitya and his husband Yuuri, or Kitten, or Darling (Or Baby, Gingerbread, Birdie, Bagel, Lover, Cookie, Sunshine–it actually took a few visits before they knew Yuuri’s real name) come in a few times a month and carve out a place for themselves on the dance floor for a few hours while everyone just sort of watches.  

Everybody knows they’re going home with each other. It’s obvious from the way they move together, like they are one mind split into two people, but damn. Goddamn, is it fun to watch them.

Steal My Girl

Song Series!
> Please give me some feedback on this, been debating posting it for like two days. Let me know if you liked it. 

He met Y/n when they were young kids. He knew from the instant that he met her that she was gonna be the most special person in his life. The way her smile could make his day go from shit to kind of okay. She gets to him in ways no one else can. 

She been my queen, Since we were sixteen, We want the same things, We dream the same dreams

“You ready?” She asks walking out of their shared bedroom. 

She’s in a black rock tee shirt, dark blue flare jeans, hair teased and curled, make up done. 

He locks eyes with her for a second and smiles, her returning the favor. 

“Yeah, you look amazing babe.” He places a small kiss on her forehead. 

“Thanks, you look great too.” She says, unbuttoning that top button on his shirt. He tenses at her touch. Goosebumps rising on his skin as if he’s cold, but it’s 80 degrees out. 

They were headed out to a Nick Jonas concert, meeting a few of his buddies there. He got tickets from the label, and they get to go back stage to see him after the show. 

Nick and Shawn are friends, have been since they met through the label. It’s a unspoken agreement to support the others on the label. They’ve worked together for a brief time, when they happened to be in the same place at the same time. 

She’s never gotten to meet Nick, she met Demi a few months back at an award show, but she didn’t get to meet Nick. She’s screaming on the inside, she’s a huge Nick fan. Has been since she was a kid and watched his shows on The Disney Channel. 

She’s trembling with excitement when they are walking to their seats, meeting up with Shawn’s friends and their girlfriends.

“Y/n looks like she is about to pass out.” Mike jokes as the lights start to dim.

“Shut up, I’m the biggest Nick fan.” She says over the bass that starts blaring though the old speakers. The floor starts to shake and the screaming gets louder. The lights are flashing making their senses act up. 

Shawn watches her, watches as she sings along to the songs, dances to the beat, laughs with his friends. She fits into his world, and does everything she can to have his world fit into hers. She’s the most perfect person for him, and he couldn’t be more happy that he has her. 

He knows that he has her support no matter what. She was his before he got famous and she’s still his now that he is. He knows that he has a safe place with him always, as she would always be by his side. 

But he can’t help but feel a twinge of jealously as he watches her smile at the stage. She’s swaying along to the song. He needs her to look at him to remind him that she’s his. Like she reads his mind, turns and looks at him from over her shoulder. 

“Gonna hold me Mendes?” She says, winking. 

He doesn’t need to be told twice, he steps forward and wraps his arms around her from behind. He nuzzles his nose into her hair and inhales deeply. She smells like home, he can’t quite describe her scent other than that it reminds him of the candles his mom used to light when he lived at home. 

She’s leaning back and resting her hands on top of his, his resting on her stomach. She’s still singing along, but now she’s smiling because the words remind her of Shawn. 

Everybody wanna steal my girl, Everybody wanna take her heart away, Couple billion in the whole wide world, Find another one ‘cause she belongs to me

Their backstage now, in a room with a group of people. Mostly people from the record company, and a few other up and coming artists. 

He can’t help but notice how most of the men, dateless or not, watch his girlfriend. How she holds herself, how she smiles, how she laughs, how she wins playing beer pong with a few others.

He’s watching her from across the room as one of the guys from the beer pong game starts to inch his way closer to her. She’s backing up just as much as he’s coming closer, and when he bends down to whisper in her ear she shakes her head no and says clearly,

“I have a boyfriend.” 

Shawn smiles and knows that he doesn’t have to step in because she can hold her own, but for the hell of it he leaves the conversation he was having to go tell this guy to fuck off. 

“Hey.” He says tucking his left arm around Y/n’s waist, extending his right hand out to shake the other guys hand. “I’m Shawn.” He says grinning evilly.

“Zac.” The other guys says, cowering. He shakes Shawn’s hand and tries to hold back his wince when Shawn squeezes to hard. Crushing the bones in Zac’s hand.

“Zac, this is Shawn, my boyfriend.” Y/n says with a small smile on her face. 

“Yeah I got that.” He grumbles rubbing his hand. 

“Maybe you should go find another girl to hit on, this one’s taken.” Shawn says passive aggressively, that way if anyone was watching them it would be seen as a normal conversation. 

Zac nods his head and rushes away from them, shaking out his hand. 

“A bit much don’t you think?” She giggles up at her boyfriend. 

“Think I broke his hand.” Shawn says watching Zac try to open and close his hand repeatedly.

All she does is laugh and hide herself into Shawn’s side. He laughs too and kisses the top of her head. She smiles and then leans up to connect their lips.

Kisses like cream, Her walk is so mean, And every jaw drop, When she’s in those jeans

They pull away and she looks over at the ping pong table.

“Geoff and Mike wanted me to tell you to join us for a game of beer pong.” She says noticing how Mike and Geoff were waiting.

“Okay.” Shawn says smiling. “How about I get you a drink, and meet you there. And try not to get hit on by some random guy on your way over.” He teases. 

“Not my fault.”

“True, you can’t help how beautiful you are.”

“Cheesy.” She laughs pushing his shoulder towards the bar. 

She walks away, hips swaying. He can’t help but just stare at her, well him and every guy she walks by. The others just gawk at her ass, while Shawn smirks knowing that that ass they were looking at was his. Chuckling at the fact that he bought her those jeans because he knew they would make her ass look great. 

He goes up to the bartender and orders drinks for his group, returning to them cheering as he hands the drinks over. 

They play a few games of beer pong and Shawn just watches as she beats his ass. She’s on the other team and with the rate that their playing, he’ll be drunk before the game is even over. 

But the lights dim. and her smile glows. The sun is setting behind her and her eyes have this sparkle that twinkle when she looks over at him telling him to 

“Drink bitch.” 

He laughs and does as told. Winking at her blushing face over the rim of the Solo cup.

I don’t exist, If I don’t have her, The sun doesn’t shine, The world doesn’t turn

Her hair framing her face, the way her face lights up when she smiles. He swears he could write a thousand songs about her. About her eyes, about her smile, about her lips. Those sweet lips that are colliding with his.

The soft moan that escapes her mouth as he pulls her a little closer.

“Ready to go home?” She whispers.

“You didn’t even really meet Nick.” Shawn says looking around.

“Why do I need a Nick Jonas when I have a Shawn Mendes to take me home?” She quirks an eyebrow. Shawn smirks and kisses her again. Harder this time.

It’s him moaning softly when she pulls away. He let’s his hand slide down to the globe of her ass, squeezing lightly.

“Gonna take me home Mendes, or do I need to find Zac.” She teases starting to move from his hold. 

“Come here.” He says pulling her back, making her collide into his chest. 

She’s laughing, trying to contain her giggles, but the alcohol in her system is making her feel light and happy. 

Shawn takes her hand, leading her out of the room, towards the car they ordered. He would love to take her out for a midnight drive, but they’ve been drinking and she just wants to go home. 

Everybody wanna steal my girl, Everybody wanna take her heart away, Couple billion in the whole wide world, Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

Her make up is gone. Her hair is in a messy bun, her glasses are sliding down her nose, and her lips are sealed to her coffee mug. She’s wearing his ‘Take Me Home’ shirt with her PINK booty shorts. Her bare feet are cold as they stand on the freezing hardwood. The tattoo on her ankle on full display. 

She’s humming a Nick song, one that had been stuck in her head from the concert they saw earlier. Her hips are swaying a bit as Shawn watches her from the living room. 

She shows no trace of sitting in the VIP section at a Nick Jonas concert. No trace of meeting Nick Jonas. No trace of partying with some of the biggest names in the music industry. 

She’s just Y/n. 

She’s just Shawn’s Y/n.

He loves that he gets this part of her. No one get’s to see when she’s tipsy and trying to sober up a bit so she won’t have a hangover in the morning. No one gets to see her purple glasses, or her face free from any trace of make up. 

She’s just his girl. Relaxed and free. 

He can’t help to think that over the billion people in the world, he wouldn’t rather have anyone else sleep next to him every night, have anyone else to wake up next to. He just wants her.