four brotps


Endless List Of Favourite PairingsBobby Mercer & Jack Mercer (Four Brothers)

“Jack, please. Come on, man. Come on, Jack, you gotta breathe! Don’t you die on me, you little fairy. Come on, Jack. Please! You gotta fucking breathe! Come on! Jack! Jack. Jack, come on, Jack, please! Please… Jack.

DannyMay Day Twenty Four OTP/BROTP

…He’s always thought she was pretty, albeit a bit of a know-it-all. Now though, beautiful would be the right word to describe her. The way her eyes light up with determination when studying. How her long flowing hair shines in the sunlight. How she can kick your butt eight ways to Sunday.

It’s time he stopped admiring from afar and did something about it.

Dash Baxter was a lot of things. Shy wasn’t one of them. This foreign feeling is unsettling. He’s always been a confident guy. He can get any girl he sets his eyes on. All he has to do is flex and wink. In that order. But, that all flies out the window when it comes to one Jazz Fenton. He knows she’ll never fall for those things. She’s way too smart.

He had a crush on her freshman year. He thought that was a momentary thing. A passing phase. Boy was he wrong. It’s one year later and he still can’t stop thinking about her. He used to date a bunch of girls, if only to get her out of his head. All his past girlfriends were know-it-all-gingers. He didn’t succeed.

He thinks about when he went from crush to L-lo…love. Does he love her? Wait. Hold the phone. Ok. Think about it rationally. He’s hopelessly fallen head-over-heels for Jazmine Fenton. That realization is both liberating and terrifying. His brain stalls. What should he do? What should he say? He debates whether he should call Fenton and ask him for advice…He’d probably get filleted first for thinking about his sister that way.

Him and Fenton buried the hatchet a long time ago. They’re not exactly best friends like he is with Manson and Foley. But they chill from time to time. His phone rings. He looks at the time. It’s 2:21AM. Who in their right mind would be calling him at this time? He answers.

“Dash, calm the fuck down, I can feel your anxiety all the way over here”

“FENTON, WHAT THE FUCK!? How did you-never mind I don’t want to know”

There was a beat of silence. He’s somewhat freaked but can’t really be surprised. The kid is half ghost for crying out loud. There’s rustling and a yawn on the other side.

“You…wanna talk about it?”

He sighs heavily, well there’s no use hiding anymore. The universe has made the decision for him so he’s gonna charge ahead.

“It’s…see…about your sister-”

“Oh shit! Did you finally tell her that you love her? I swear to God Dash if you hurt her I will ghostly wail you to Timbuktu, in pieces


“Sorry, sorry, continue”

“…Am I really that obvious…?”

“Dude, you’re as subtle as a flying mallet. The only reason she hasn’t caught on is because she’s a Fenton. We’re all dense as fuck”

He groans and sighs, flopping on his back. Damnit, if Fenton noticed, then everybody at school knows by now. Fenton says something but he didn’t catch it.

Are you gonna tell her?”

“What choice do I have. I’m not the type to sit around and wait. But I’m terrified of what she’ll say. She’s different from all the other girls at school. She’s way smarter for one, but she’s also real nice. And she cares about other people’s happiness. Enough to-”

“Dash, don’t take this the wrong way, but I really don’t want to hear you gush about my sister. Honestly you should just go for it. If you really want her to notice you, use something she likes. You really gotta be genuine though, she can smell bullshit from a mile away, trust me.”

“Huh…thanks Fenton I actually feel a lot better”

“No problem, but I will blast you to pieces and then sell your organs in the black market if I hear the words Dash and heartbreak in the same sentence. After, of course, she beats you to a pulp with her bare hands.”

They hang up. He feels a lot better actually. Aside from the very real threats. All of his previous fears are gone. He can think clearly now. Use something she likes to ask her out…he knows what to do. The perfect way to show her he’s genuinely interested in her as a person.

The next day he’s sweating buckets. He’s almost hyperventilating. His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. Hell his fucking teeth are chattering. He spots Fenton and makes a bee line for him. But as fate would have it, the doors to the library open right in his face and he falls to the floor in a heap. Damn, hopefully his nose isn’t broken. He hears the culprit spouting apologizes. He looks up.

Standing there, extending a hand to help him up is Jazz Fenton. He short circuits. Autopilot takes over. He mechanically reaches for her hand and gets up. It’s only after ten seconds of her apologizing that he remembers his mission. Centering himself he dives in.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Um, I wanted to ask you something actually…”

She looks at him curiously, those big sparkly eyes, that put gemstones to shame, make his knees wobble all over again. He’s gotta act fast or he’ll turn into an even bigger pile of sweaty teenage hormones.

“Uhh…there’s this new Psychology of the Paranormal thing going on tomorrow at the museum and um I was wondering if you’d go with me? No big deal or anything. Oh this is for you. Um yeah.”

He thrusts a blue rose into her field of vision. Scratching the back of his neck and looking everywhere except directly at her. The silence feels eternal. His face feels like it’s on fire. He knows he’s at least gone three different shades of red. Glancing at her she’s looking a bit pink too. He’s so nervous, he hopes she’ll get it. The blue rose symbolizes immortal love. So he chose it to let her know that his love for her will never change and will remain forever.

She takes the rose. Looks at it for what feels like years. Gives it a sniff and puts it in her hair. His heart leaps into his throat. He’s never been so nervous in his life. He’d rather get run over by the Green Bay Packers twice than feel what he’s feeling right now. She looks him in the eyes and he’s rooted to the spot. He can’t look away. She opens her perfect mouth with her perfect lips.

“Sounds interesting, I’d love to”

“Cool, I’ll pick you up at six”

Heavenly light is cast upon him. The choir of angels sings in the background. Fireworks spell out his name. He has ascended to a higher plain of existence. The pure bliss he’s feeling at the moment is intoxicating. Nothing can ruin this moment for him. He can see Fenton high five-ing Manson and Foley handing them money. They bet on him!? Aww who cares she said yes!

I’m never gonna get over how Johnny holds the current land speed record for befriending Kanda.

It took over 190 chapters for Kanda to even call Allen by his actual name, let alone smile at him–and then he smiled at Johnny twice after hanging out with him for like, three days.

Forget the Heart, forget Apocryphos and the Noahs, forget literally everyone else: Johnny Gil is clearly the most powerful force in the series. If he had fifteen minutes to talk with the Earl, he could probably convince him to not destroy humanity.

anonymous asked:

Talk to us about your Amicas?

Mm, well, technically speaking, my only Amica - with ceremony and all - is Nautica and what can I say about her? Only that she’s brilliant, kind, and one of the most warm and loving bots I’ve ever met. She’s one of the few who can keep up with me on a scholarly level, actively challenges me, and we have a lot of fun finding things to teach each other. She’s a wonderful dancer, excellent mechanic, and amazing friend. I love her dearly and I know she loves me as much. She has the biggest, warmest spark of all my friends and I couldn’t ask for a better Amica.

Nightbeat’s probably my next closest friend. We’ve never done the Amica Endura ceremony, mostly because neither of us think it truly necessary. We were more along the line of acquaintances before Nightbeat came back and joined the Lost Light, but we became pretty quick friends. He’s a genius and, once you get past his often sardonic personality, he’s pretty genuinely a good guy. He just doesn’t express himself the way the rest of us do. He’d rather solve a mystery than deal with emotions and, while it can get concerning at times, I can respect that.

Getting a place on this list is Chromedome. I don’t think I really show him as much appreciation as he deserves. Actually, I don’t think anyone except Rewind really shows him the appreciation he deserves. He’s gone through so much pain and come out of it damaged, but keeps going anyways. For a species that endures so much, it’s pretty rare to see mechs that go through the kind of things Chromedome has and manage to keep going without developing a crutch like Trailcutter’s drinking. I admire Chromedome a lot.

I think Rung gets a lot of flack for being “boring” and a “door mat” but honestly, anyone who calls him those things hasn’t bothered to get to know him. He’s a mech of simple tastes, but that doesn’t make him boring. He’s seen a lot more than most any of us, delved into the minds of some of the most notable Cybertronians and pioneered psychology for a species that doesn’t really put a lot of merit into the effects of our long-lived lives and how it affects our mental health. Honestly, he’s brilliant and kind, caring and he doesn’t need to be “exciting” to be an amazing mech.


doctor who meme | Four brotps (¾)  Eleven, Amy and Rory

Amy and Rory. The Last Centurion and The Girl Who Waited. However dark it got, I’d turn around and there they’d be. If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.