The heart-clunching Adrienette dance scene for those who need it, ft. Alya “the hero we don’t deserve” Cesaire
DISCLAIMER: Miraculous Ladybug does not belong to me, nor do the characters. I am solely sharing this scene to spread the enjoyment. Miraculous Ladybug respectfully belongs to Thomas Astruc and Zagtoon productions.
Reasons to watch Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency
It’s A Nerd Show for Nerds
This show is a high concept, balls to the wall ode to genre fiction that takes classic tropes like time travel, body swapping, and interdimensional travel, and turns them inside out. If you took the madcap energy and fast-paced dialogue of Sherlock, the self-aware, genre bending hijinks of Rick and Morty, the kinda wholesome yet also very creepy and disturbing ambience of Stranger Things, and put them all in a blender - well, you wouldn’t quite have Dirk Gently, but you’d have a metaphorical soup of a similar colour.
It’s true the show wanders pretty far from the Douglas Adams source material, but if you watch it as its own phenomenon with a heavy Adams influence, you’ll appreciate the nods to the books such as: jokes that are simultaneously very clever yet very silly, an insanely complex and well-executed plot, and a missing cat.
Nothing and Nobody is What you Think
Part of the problem with recommending this show to people is that I don’t want to spoiler you, so it’s really hard to tell you about my favourite bits. Watching this show for the first time was such a journey. Every plot twist genuinely took me by surprise, every character flipped my expectations of them by the end of the season, and I was left feeling a little shellshocked and very satisfied. Watching it for the second time was a different type of journey, as I realised how well put together everything is, and spotted all the clues I’d missed the first go around. It takes a few episodes to see how things are going to fit together, but it’s so worth it. This is the kind of show with hidden clues that pay off eight episodes later (or even a whole season later) and multiple, seemingly disparate plot threads that suddenly come together in glorious synchronicity. If you’re looking for a well plotted show with actual character development, this show will make you happy. I promise.
Representation is Good and Important
This show has wonderful female characters, characters of colour, and canon LGBT characters, and it smashes stereotypes. We’ve got a female assassin who is genuinely dirty and gross and covered in blood and not sexualised at any point! We’ve got a bi character who says the words “I’m bi” with no fuss and no speeches about “not liking labels”! We’ve got interracial gay fantasy Prince boyfriends! This show has a wide cast of characters and absolutely every one of them is interesting. Everyone gets a satisfying backstory. Nobody is a cardboard cutout. That being said, everyone is a loser. These characters are all Fucked Up in a variety of relatable ways.
The Cast is Amazing
I don’t even know what to say about this. They’re just… all incredible.
A/n: Its super short and probably not what you expect.
You and Shawn had planned to go out tonight, but a thunderstorm was predicted to hit. This one was supposed to be bad, so you two opted to stay in and watch a movie instead. Which is how you got to where you are, seated cross legged on your sofa beside Shawn eating pepperoni pizza and watching netflix. The rain has just started to pick up, so you figure you have at least twenty minutes before it gets really bad.
You finish your pizza, and the movie is almost finished. By this time, the rain has picked up significantly, and the thunder is booming outside. Shawn has scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. After the thunder sounds particularly loudly, you stand and take the now empty box of pizza and throw it away. When you come back to the living room, you open up the curtains in front of the large window and you turn to see Shawn watching you intently. “What?” you question him, wondering why he’s looking at you strangely.
He just shakes his head slightly at you, “Nothing.” He responds, motioning for you to join him on the couch. You do, and he holds you tightly in his arms.
There is about 20 minutes left in the movie when the power cuts out. Since there’s nothing to see on the screen anymore, you turn your attention to the big window, watching the lighting illuminate the dark room every so often, followed by the thunder booming shortly after.
You sit there, watching in awe. You’ve done this whenever thunderstorms hit for as long as you can remember. You’ve never been afraid of them. You’ve always loved the sound of rain pouring down, always loved watching for the lightning and listening to the thunder and just sitting back as a storm rolls through. You’re so focused on the storm that you almost forget that Shawn is even there with you until he says, “I’ve never met someone so fascinated by thunderstorms.”
You turn to him, feeling the need to explain yourself, but you don’t have an explanation, so you simply reply, “I don’t know, I just like them.”
He laughs lightly and responds, “I know baby. And I love that about you.” You keep your eyes fixed on the big window, watching in anticipation for the next lightning bolt as you cuddle closer to him.
requested: can you also do imagine where y/n is married to shawn and she’s pregnant and she’s on tour with him and before every concert she goes out to fans to give them some tickets 😊 and it’s cute and fluffy ☺ thanks, love you 💖
okay i changed this one just a little bit, it’s not that much but she’s just not on tour with him
NOT LYING I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS NEEDS TO REQUEST MORE OFTEN BC I LOVE UR IDEAS TY OKAY CARRY ON WITH READING
“guys where’s y/n?” the voice of your probably worried husband could be heard from his dressing room even though he was on the stage doing soundcheck for the show later on. he got no response from his team around him, causing him to worry more. “you left her alone? you guys can’t do that she’s 8 months pregnant!”
you chuckled, knowing he was going to send someone to the dressing room so you could sit in the audience and watch him or something. just so he can see you at all times. ever since you found out you were pregnant, shawn has been almost extra protective. you were surprised you were even allowed at tonight’s show. when you were in the early stages of your pregnancy, you were still allowed to tour with him and go to his shows but once you reached the 6 month mark, you were banned. you had managed to convince him to let you come tonight since it was a show in your hometown, but after a few weeks and a few deals made, he finally let you come. of course, he tried his best to make sure you were never alone just in case you went into labour early which was definitely a possibility. another reason he let you come to tonight’s show was because his family was also going to be attending, and you could stay with them while he was
“somebody go find-” shawn yelled, walking into his dressing room. “oh you’re here. okay never mind everyone i found her!” he came over to your spot on the leather couch, “how are you two?”
“i’m good,” you said, rubbing your giant belly. “she’s good too. she loves the music, she’s been dancing around in there all day.”
“that’s my girl.” shawn smiled, changing into a black short sleeved dress shirt for his q&a that started in about 45 minutes. “she’s gonna be a dancer one day.”
“you mismatched like all the buttons shawn.” you laughed,
nothing that all the buttons he just did were all in the wrong places. “how do you even do that?” slowly, you managed to get up from the couch to help him redo the buttons. you got as close as your stomach would allow to undo all the buttons as shawn just smirked while watching you intently.
“i’m having some sort of déjà vu,” he said. “last time you did this, that happened.” he pointed to your baby bump.
you rolled your eyes, swatting the side of his arm then quickly doing up the buttons. “you’re an idiot.”
“hey,” he raised his hands up in defence. “i’m just saying the truth.”
“all fixed,” you announced, lighting patting his chest. “what would you do without me?”
he shrugged, taking some food from the table that was set up in every one of his dressing rooms. “i wouldn’t be living y/n, my fans would make fun of me too much for not knowing how to do buttons.”
you laughed, taking a peek out the window to see a giant crowd of fans in the distance. you remembered going out into those crowds when you toured with shawn, you had a tradition of giving away tickets to a few fans who had none. of course, you kept it a secret because you didn’t want people to get greedy but you missed doing that.
“hey shawn?” you called, closing the curtains so fans couldn’t look in. you stood in front of his spot on the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck. he looked up at you, his hands grabbing your sides. “did i ever tell you how insanely attractive you are?” you smiled. you knew that if you wanted him to agree, you would have to do some kissing up.
“you want something don’t you?” he narrowed his eyes, not being able to keep a straight face.
“you don’t happen to have any extra tickets lying around do you?”
“y/n,” he sighed. “you can’t go out in that crowd. it’s too dangerous for you and the baby.”
“shawn i used to give away tickets all the time before! please, i’ll be fine i promise.” you begged. you wanted nothing more than to get some fresh air. after being in this stuffy dressing room all day, you were in desperate need.
“y/n, you could go into labour at anytime now! it’s way to dangerous and if i let you go out there and something happens i will never forgive myself.”
“nothing is going to happen shawn, i’ll be careful i promise. i really need some fresh air, i feel like i’m suffocating in here. if you’re really that scared, come with me.”
“if i come with you we’ll for sure get mobbed. i’ll get you some extra tickets.” he sighed, finally giving in because he knows you wouldn’t have stopped until he did. “but, you’re going out with security standing close by and i’m going to be watching. if i see anything that doesn’t look normal, you need to come in.”
you nodded, taking the tickets he handed you. some people would think shawn was being too demanding and overprotective but you know he’s just looking out for you and the baby.
“i’m not trying to be harsh baby,” he said, kissing your forehead. “i just want you to be safe and protected at all times. if anything were to happen at one of these shows i would never be able to live with myself.”
“i understand shawn, trust me. but i’m going to be okay out there, especially with everyone watching my every move. nothing is going to happen.”
“you could go into labour at anytime y/n, your due date isn’t that far away.” he said, cupping the side of your face with his spare hand.
you were due on april 21st and today’s date was april 2nd, meaning you were almost full term and the baby could come at any time but she would be early. you had the slightest feeling she would be late though, motherly instincts i guess.
“babies aren’t always born early shawn. she could come when she’s supposed to come.”
“y/n,” he chuckled. “how early were
“5 weeks early,” you mumbled. “okay i see your point but still, i’m going to be fine you can watch from the window or something.”
he reluctantly handed you one more set of tickets and you were off. “be safe out there!” he called.
you met a security guard at one of the entrances of the arena who allowed you to leave, and another one followed you out. you were happy that he wasn’t right behind you, you needed some space. as soon as the door opened you were relieved that nobody was really paying attention to you. everyone was mostly occupied with their phones or talking to their friends as they waited to get into the arena.
as you walked around for a bit you heard a few mutters of “is that y/n?” or “guys look, it’s y/n.” but thankfully the crowd was calm and hadn’t erupted into screams yet.
you began to feel a large amount of pressure on your stomach which you were used to, but never this intense. you shrugged it off thinking it was just braxton hicks.
you noticed a young girl, probably about 6, and another older teenage girl who looked about 16, and their mom standing further away from the crowd. the two girls were wearing t-shirts with your husband’s face on it, but you had never seen those shirts before. they must not have been official merch shirts. the older girl smiled at you, and you decided to go over and talk to them for a bit.
“hi,” you smiled as you approached them.
“oh wow, hi y/n!” the older girl smiled. “would it be okay if we took a picture?”
you nodded, smiling for a picture with the girl and asking for her name. “i’m alessia, and this is alex.” she said, pointing to her little sister who was standing behind her mom.
“aless, who is this?” her mom stepped in. obviously noticing you were very pregnant, her eyes flickered to your ring finger, obviously looking to see if you were married.
“mom, this is y/n. she’s shawn’s wife, you know that already.” alessia stated like she should already know.
the girls’ mom asked you a few questions about your pregnancy which you were happy to answer. eventually the younger girl came from behind her mothers legs and asked for a picture.
“so,” you started. “are you guys coming to watch the show?”
obviously they just thought you were making casual conversation, but you knew what you were doing.
“no,” alessia sighed. “i wish.”
“i tired my hardest to get them tickets but they were so expensive and money is tight right now.” their mom said. “but they wanted to come stand outside for a bit just incase shawn came outside.”
you sighed, you suggest shawn come outside but you understood why he couldn’t.
“well,” you smiled. “i happen to have some extra tickets if you three would like?”
the two girls nodded eagerly, looking at their mother for permission.
“we could ask you to do this,” she said, shaking her head.
“please,” you handed her three front row tickets. “it’s my gift. take them.” she took the tickets, all three of them thanking you many times.
another sharp pain ran through your body although this time it was more noticeable.
“are you okay?” alessia asked, putting her hand on your arm.
“yeah,” you nodded. “i’m okay. she’s just kicking.” you lied. “anyways, i should probably get going but it was nice meeting you guys. have fun later!”
you met a few more fans, giving them tickets and making them promise they wouldn’t say a word about it. you forgot to tell the first family not to say anything, you really hoped they wouldn’t. as for the pains, they didn’t fade away. in fact, they were getting more intense but you didn’t want to go inside just yet. you were sure everything was fine. the fact that you were in pain was more noticeable now, almost everyone was asking if you were okay. you were sure shawn knew something was going on because at one point even your security guard asked if everything was okay.
you handed the last group of fans some tickets as you felt the sharpest pain followed by a trickle of water going down your leg.
“shit,” you mumbled, noticing that your dress was now soaked with water and there was a small puddle under you. the girls noticed what happened and were definitely all recording you but you didn’t care at this point. you were in too much pain to walk back into the arena and find shawn. you noticed a bunch of people from shawn’s team walking out of the main entrance, followed by your husband. he knew exactly where you were standing so he was at your side immediately. the rest of the team followed close behind, andrew was on the phone with who you hoped was 911 for an ambulance.
“y/n,” shawn said. putting his arm around your shoulder and his other hand on your stomach. “is everything okay?”
“yeah,” you breathed. you assumed you were having a contraction, which would explain the pains you’ve been having all day. “i’m in labour though.”
“what?” shawn practically yelled.
“my water broke,” you motioned to the puddle of water a few feet away. you managed to move a few feet in the time it took for shawn to find you.
“shawn why would i joke about this?”
you felt another contraction hit, while shawn yelled at someone to call an ambulance even though it was already on the way. you could hear the sirens in the distance already.
“holy shit y/n this is really happening!” he exclaimed, kissing the side of your head.
“yeah, 3 weeks early.”
the ambulance pulled up next
to you after a few more
minutes. they helped you onto the gurney and shawn followed behind them.
“let’s go have a baby,” he said as the nurses closed the ambulance doors. “3 weeks early.”
You calmly strutted through the laughter-filled halls of Midtown High School with your textbooks clutched against your chest, sparing a genuine smile to the students who waved in your direction. According to the teachers and students throughout Midtown High School, you were considered to be an intelligent and well-respected student. You had grades above an A in every class and did not mind tutoring another student. You were also well-known throughout the school due to your spot on the school’s swimming team. Being properly raised by your parents, you’d grown to be very lady-like, calm, generous, and warmhearted. You enjoyed brightening up a person’s day and helping a person in need. Doing kind gestures would make your heart flutter in happiness and satisfaction. You cared so much about helping others that sometimes you would even forget to help yourself.
Shortly, you arrived at your locker and dialed the combination of the lock. Unlocking it, the first thing you saw was an old photo taped on the locker door—you smiled at the sight of it. The photo was of you and your best friend, Peter Parker. Your head rested on his shoulder, smiles displayed on the both of your features. The memorable photo was taken a few years ago. When his parents died, Aunt May and Uncle Ben had became his surrogate parents and took him in. When you found out about his parents’ death, you refused to leave his side. You two had been inseparable ever since. Even through the toughest times, Peter was always there for you as you were always there for him. It’s you and Peter against the world—together, you were invincible.
Most of the times, when you were over at Peter’s house, you two would just do homework, have deep conversations, or watch movies and cuddle next to each other wrapped in blankets. Aunt May would walk in to catch you two sleeping the night away together—cherishing the adorable sight by sneaking a quick picture. Aunt May and Uncle Ben were convinced that you and Peter were destined to be best friends, or even more, since the very start when you two had met in elementary school.
Request from anon:
Could I request a Bucky x teen reader? On his time off from avenging he takes some time to help out at a local gym to teach self defense.. there he meets a young teenage girl who’s shy and nervous. He gets to know her and offers her private lessons to make her more comfortable… during a lesson she tells him about her bad home life and it’s why she wanted to learn to defend herself. He watches her family one night and sees how bad things are so he gets Tony’s help with adopting her from them.
Bucky Barnes x Teen!Reader
Warnings: Violence, physical abuse, injuries, threatening behaviour and swearing.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators. <3
“Thrust the sole of your foot towards the attacker’s knee to
incapacitate him or her, buying you enough time to run….” Bucky demonstrated
what he was talking about with one of the older members of the group in the
room, a 17 year-old male, before explaining exactly why it was effective. “It
is a simple enough move that anyone can do but it gives you a higher rate of
being able to get away because unlike the face and groin area the knee is
nearly impossible to block….” A smirk tugged at his features as the male fell
onto the mat beneath them. “….and people generally need a working set of legs
to chase someone down.”
It had taken little over a year for Bucky to get to the point
where he felt he could socialise properly in public. They knew who he had once
been but they were also aware as to why he had done the things he had, no one
feared him as much as they had done during his time as the Winter Soldier and
eventually they even came to accept him as part of The Avengers. All of which
worked well when he decided he needed to so something more productive with his
free time…self-defence classes for vulnerable teens.
New York City seemed to be full of them and given the amount
of trouble Steve always seemed to get himself into as a kid, starting fights he
could never physically finish, he wanted to offer the one thing he never had
done for his best friend (mainly because he always made sure that he was the
one who finished the fights for him) and that was to teach them how to defend
themselves. The moves he taught were not so that they could go out onto the
streets and start fights, he made that perfectly clear from the start, but so
they could avoid being hurt themselves or even being taken.