gifts from dad

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22.11.2016

the lesbian aesthetic denim jacket is complete. (the fries pin says fries before guys, and the pride heart pin was a gift from my dad) 🌈

If there’s a spider in their house Annie will always ALWAYS try to decimate it no room for discussion, but Armin without fail always intercepts to put it in a little cup and set it free outside like

Armin: Aw, little fella just wanted some warmth

Annie, lowering her glock: Not in my damn house

Hangover Confessions | Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter x Stark!Reader
Featuring: Ned and The Avengers
Warning: Hangover, fluff, swearing(like one word)
A/N: Part 3? Let me know!

Part Two for “Drunken Confessions”


{Reader’s POV:}

Waking up groaning, sitting up on my bed, cradling my head in my hands. Hearing my door open, and footsteps, I looked up. “This is why you shouldn’t sneak out and get drunk kids.” Dad smirked at Ned, Peter, and myself. “Shut up. Leave me alone to die.” I fell back down on my bed. 

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I only date Italians (Tony DiNozzo X Reader)

Criminal Minds/NCIS

Warnings: Um, I don’t think theres any major ones… I mean its a CM/NCIS story so mentions of death like once but nothing happens to main characters.

This isn’t my best work but you know sometimes things don’t go as planned. I like this story so that’s all that matters right?

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hey little sis, pt 3

An: i am soooooo sorry about how late this is… well no matter here it is. :-)

part 2


You woke up, and judging by the sound of the house you were the only one awake. This makes sense as everyone else would still be getting used to the concept of sleep let alone waking up for what used to be a full day of hunting.

Wondering what you could do with the alone time that you had been gifted with, you decided to grab your drawing stuff and head to the back garden. On your way out you were flooded with memories from your childhood. All of which caused a smile to form on your lips.

Once you were outside you sat at your favourite spot, under a large tree facing the house.  Unsure of what to draw you decided upon one of your fondest memories. One where you and luci were a team and Gabriel and Michael was the opposing team, typical Raphael didn’t want to risk getting hurt, so he refereed. The game; piggyback racing.

An hour or so later you had completely finished, while examining your work you were joined by your brothers.

“What you drawing” luci asked. Trying to sneak a peek.

“Doesn’t matter what she’s drawing, it’s going to amazing either way” Michael replied all the while starting at the clouds.

It was true your drawing was brilliant, all your drawings were brilliant, you were the original artist. It was a gift from your dad when you were explaining how beautiful his creation was saying you wished you could create something as beautiful. With that art was born.

“you going to show us or what?” Gabriel impatiently asked.

Turning around your sketchbook, you revealed your creation.

“I remember that!! We totally kicked your ass’” Gabriel passionately shouted, although it would be fair enough to call it screaming.
“No you didn’t!” with those three words Gabe and Luci were having a scrap, with me and
Michael cheering on the side lines trying hard to keep out laughter in, yet drastically failing.

Little do you know your parents were watching from the window with smiles on their faces.

part 4

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Creepypasta #1232: A Tale From Malaysia

Length: Short

A few weeks ago, my boss told me that he was going back home to Malaysia to attend his brother’s wedding. I’d never met his brother before, and was surprised when he told me that I was invited as well. My boss and I were close, but I never thought he would made me his plus one. Turns out he just didn’t want to be alone with his very strict Muslim family, and dragged me along so they had someone ELSE to be disgusted with.

After the wedding was over and done with, My boss (whose name is Mohammad, and shall henceforth be known as “Moe”) took me on a tour of his country. On our last day, he took me to his old university, where a friend of his now lectures. After looking around the place, and showing me some of the places he used to hang out and smoke weed on campus, he took me to meet this friend, who went by “Mikey”.

After the introductions were done, they did what every group of people do when they see each other for the first time in a long time: they reminisced. They talked about high school, university, and all the crazy stuff they did when they were kids. To me, the stories sounded reasonably normal, but then they grew up in a strict Muslim society, and I grew up in Australia, so what do I know? 

At one point, however, they started talking about their old girlfriends, and the name “Tris” was mentioned. When Mikey brought Tris up, I saw Moe’s face freeze. A dark shadow hung over his eyes, and all traces of a smile faded from his face. Intrigued, I asked what was bothering him, and was told the following story.

Tris and Moe had been dating for about 6 months when he moved into an apartment block near his university. The apartment he had booked was shared with 5 other guys, including Mikey, and the block itself was packed with families. The walls were thin, so they had to be damn careful about making too much noise. Apparently, there’s nothing more dangerous than a self righteous muslim family who think 7pm is a reasonable bedtime.

Anyway, one afternoon the 6 guys were sitting around watching everyone’s favourite action movie, Rambo. Guns and explosions, every teenage guy’s favourite popcorn movie. About halfway through, Tris came in, said hello to the gang, and beckoned Moe into the other room. Moe quickly followed, thinking he was getting laid, only to have Tris wrap him in a hug and pressed her face into his shoulder, and started bawling. Moe stood there silently for an hour, letting her get it out of her system. 

After a couple of minutes, Tris pushed him away, and smiled. She needed to get changed, and wash her face, and she wanted to be alone for a minute. Moe, mildly confused by the whole thing, went and sat outside with everyone else and kept watching the movie.

Nearly half an hour later, Moe was starting to get worried. Tris had been in the bedroom for far too long, and while he didn’t want to interrupt whatever she was doing in there, he was determined to find out what the problem was. He knocked on the door and was surprised when the door swung open almost instantly and Tris pushed past him, moving to sit on the couch. A space was made for her, and she sat, but with a totally stiff back. Her knees were at a perfect 90 degree angle, and she was perched precariously on the edge of the seat, looking not unlike a gargoyle. She wasn’t even watching the screen, just staring at the people sitting on the floor in front of her.

Moe approached her cautiously. Everyone had noticed how she was acting at this point, and they were all turning around to look at her. Moe smiled, trying to be reassuring, and asked her what was wrong. She looked up, but not into his eyes. It seemed as if she was looking over his shoulder.

“There’s a man outside. I saw him, outside the window. He wants to come inside.”

“But sweetheart… We’re on the third floor.”

The reply seemed to float through the room. Everyone’s attention was fixed on the pair now, but Tris seemed totally unaware of everything that wasn’t just over the point of Moe’s shoulder. Suddenly, she shifted her gaze, and stared directly into Moe’s chest. Without any warning she started screaming. A piercing, horrifying, open mouthed scream that exploded the entire room into action. 

Everyone in the room went to cover Tris’ mouth at the same time, and she was knocked onto the floor. Still screaming, she started lashing out, connecting with vicious punches that left horrible bruises. Everyone grabbed a limb, pinning her to the ground, but she was still screaming. The sounds of gunshots and explosions from Rambo mixed with the chaos of the room, making the whole scene feel like something out of the second world war.

Mikey suddenly remembered something. It was clear, to him at least, what he had to do. He ran from the room, dug into his bag, and found what he was looking for. A small vial filled with sand, a gift that his father brought back from his pilgrimage to Mecca. He quickly filled a jug with water, then sprinkled some of the sand over it while muttering a few short prayers. When he was done, he rushed over to the group, and started to pour the holy water over Tris, hoping it would blast whateer the hell was in her free.

The effect was a little different. The struggling and the flailing stopped, but the screaming didn’t. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and the pitch of her scream changed from high to impossibly, impossibly deep. Mikey started yelling passages from one of the holy books of Islam, pouring water on her face and shouting the words into her ear, but to no avail. All it did was make whatever was in her very, very angry. She started flailing twice as hard as before, and the screaming, shockingly, got louder.

Mikey had one last plan. He sprinted to the front door and jammed it open, then did the same to the verandah door. He ran back to Tris and started screaming,

“YOU NEED TO LEAVE. YOU CAN’T STAY HERE, WE WON’T LET YOU STAY. YOU HAVE TO LEAVE, NOW!” While he screamed this, he poured the last of the water over Tris, and dumped the rest of the sand into her open mouth. The screaming stopped, her eyes closed, and she stopped flailing. Regardless, and suspicious of some sort of trick, nobody moved. They all kept her limbs tightly pressed against the floor, refusing to budge. Moe whispered her name into her ear, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Moe? What are you guys doing? Why am I wet?”

Apparently, that’s the last they heard from that particular spirit. None of the neighbours made any complaints, and by some minor miracle Tris hadn’t broken anything with all her flailing. Mikey was pissed that he lost such a precious gift from his dad, but otherwise nobody was hurt. Later, after they had all recovered a little bit, they asked her what she remembered of the ordeal, and she had replied

“All I remember is hearing someone outside, and going to open the window to see what was happening. Then, I woke up with all of you on top of me.”

Credits to: squeakypeeky (story)

Bad Moon Rising [Modern!Kylo x Reader]

Summary: A flat tire and a chance encounter crosses your path with Kylo’s. His good looks and intrigue draw you in, but there’s something hiding behind those dark eyes still to uncover.

BMR Masterlist // AO3

A/N: Alright. Here’s my first go at this. I wanted to add more detail, but I think I’m going to end up making this into a short series (I already have part 2 written!) so I wanted to get through the inciting incident first. Hope y’all like it!

Warnings: Language.

Word count: 2,500+


The night was frigid and exceedingly dark, the heavy cloud cover blocking out any light from the moon. You hated working late, but that was exactly what you had done every day this week. Working late was one thing but working late in retail was another. At the end of a dayshift you could grab your stuff and leave. But a night shift just took it out of you. You had to restock and tidy up and didn’t end up leaving until an hour after the store had closed. Now you were exhausted and just wanted to get home, so you decided to take your shortcut. It would get you home faster but you had to drive through some sketchy areas first. During the day this wasn’t a problem, but now was nearly midnight and the city was basically dead. This route would get you home much faster, however, and all you could think about was getting in bed.

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@reasonablywittyatbest had the idea that in Dishonored 2 The Outsider is super sweet to Emily and a massive dick to Corvo but then: what if he’s really nice to Emily and just Regular-Flavor Cryptic Bullshit with Corvo.

The Other Side of the Ocean

~Prologue~

Rhode Island is for … friends

Taylor stops at the crosswalk, the two handles of the stroller firmly in her grasp, as she looks both directions for the absence of approaching cars. Blake stands next to her in a flowy white peasant dress, her hair tucked under a large wicker sunhat.

“Okay James,” Taylor says, as she pushes the two-year-old into the street, “we’re almost to the horsies!” Two-year-old James is curled up in her stroller, sucking on her thumb, wearing heart-shaped pink sunglasses, hair in a short ponytail, and a matching two-piece skort and t-shirt.

“Haw-sies!” James cries out, her thumb coming out of her mouth just long enough to cry out. “Haw-sies!” she says again, pointing across the street at the spinning carousel.  

Blake laughs and turns to Taylor as they reach the other side of the two-lane road. “It sounded like she said ‘hussies’!”

Taylor giggles and her eyes dance from behind her red-framed sunglasses. “That is on the *other* side of town,” she smirks. “I can take you there later if you wanna go…”

The two women laugh again, and as baby James overhears, she joins in with her mother and friend, giggling loudly too.

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A New Addition To The Family - A Lapidot Fanfic

Chapter Two: A Bed Fit For A Queen


A week had passed since Lapis and Peridot delivered their big news to the Crystal Gems, and Steven just couldn’t stop thinking about it.  It’s no surprise, then, that the conversation quickly turned to the two barn mates when Steven paid his father a visit.

Greg still couldn’t quite believe it.  As he sat listening to his son excitedly talking about “a Gemling”, a thought occurred to Greg.

“Is there anything we can do to help them both?” he pondered aloud.

“I think Peridot has it all under control, Dad” Steven replied.

“No, but…” Greg continued, “Do they need us to buy anything for them?  I can’t imagine Peridot walking into a store with a handful of dollars!  What about a bed for the baby?  Or even a new bed for the happy couple themselves?”

“Hmmm…. Peridot doesn’t sleep, I think… and Lapis has the hammock, so –”

“Lapis is sleeping in a hammock?!” Greg interrupted, completely horrified by this.

“Huh?” Steven looked questioningly at his Dad.

“We can’t let a pregnant woman sleep in a hammock! It’s too dangerous, kiddo” Greg explained, a worried frown now sitting on his forehead.  After a brief moment of thinking to himself, Greg got to his feet, an idea planted firmly in his mind.

“C’mon, Shtoo-ball,” he said with a smile, “Let’s go and buy a bed!”

Lapis’ snores rang out loudly through the barn as she lay fast asleep in her hammock.  Somehow, much to Peridot’s amazement, Pumpkin was able to sleep through all this din – the little veggie was also in the hammock, snuggled up to her Mom as the pair of them slept soundly.

“I swear the tractor makes less noise than that…” Peridot quietly mumbled to herself as she lifted another box of assorted items, “It’s a good job I love you, Laz.”

She glanced over at her sleeping partner with a loving smile, and quietly carried the box outside.  Once she was out, she began to tape the box closed and scribbled an address onto its side, checking the details on her limb enhancer’s screen which she had rigged-up to access the internet.  The enhancers, which she and Lapis had recovered from the ocean floor a few months prior, were supposed to be for “emergencies only”.  Peridot had become accustomed to not wearing them, after all, but sometimes they still had their uses regardless.

Peridot heard a familiar sound approaching – and looked up to see a van emblazoned with the words “Mr. Universe”, which could only mean one thing…

The green technician grinned as she greeted Greg and Steven.

Steven quickly spotted the roll of parcel tape in the small Gem’s hand.  “What are you doing with that, Peridot?” he asked her.

“I’m raising money for the Gemling!” Peridot enthusiastically answered, “I found an incredibly useful website called eBid!  It’s a place where you can advertise your old junk for other people to buy from you!”  She allowed herself a small cackle before proudly continuing, “So, I’m selling some of our spare stuff!  I’m boxing it up to send out now.  I’ve actually raised ten dollars from all this!”

She beamed at Greg and Steven, who both smiled back.

“That’s great, Peridot!” Steven told her, making the green Gem grin even more.

“In the meantime, before you go spending all that money, we’ve bought a gift for you and Lapis,” said Greg, “We just need to fetch it out of the van.”

Greg walked back over to the van and opened its doors. Sat inside was a partially-assembled bed as well as an assortment of blue blankets and pillows, a mattress, and… a rather large whale plush.

“Oh, that was Steven’s idea,” explained Greg with a smirk when he spotted Peridot eyeing the plush, “I chose the rest.  It’s a queen-sized bed, so it should work for the both of you!”

“Wow, thanks!” Peridot exclaimed, “Lapis is gonna love this!”

“Shall we take it into the barn and put it together?” Steven asked excitedly.

“No, we’ll need to assemble it outside.  Lapis is sleeping and I don’t want to wake her…” Peridot replied, slightly nervously, “She’s been getting a little… angry… these past few days.”

Steven looked at his Dad in horror.

“Don’t worry, Steven!  It’s just what happens sometimes during pregnancy,” an upbeat Greg told his son as he put a caring hand on his shoulder, “Could you just do me a quick favour and grab the toolkit from out of the van?”

“Sure thing, Dad” he replied and hurried off to collect the tools.

Greg moved much closer to Peridot, a warm expression written across his face.

“It’ll be Lapis’ hormones, Peridot” Greg quietly told her once Steven was out of earshot.

Hormones?!” a puzzled Peridot asked, “But… that’s for organic life-forms, not for Gems.”

“Isn’t pregnancy also something that Gem’s don’t usually experience, though?  And yet…”

Peridot nodded in agreement.

“She might snap at you a bit, and she might get upset – and even be really happy the next minute… but she won’t mean it,” he explained, “Please try not to take it to heart.  I know how you feel though, I’ve been there…”

“Thank you, Greg,” Peridot said with a small smile, somewhat relieved by Greg’s words, “I appreciate your advice.”

Just then, Steven came bounding back up to them, a toolbox in his hand.

“Right then, let’s get this bed put together!” exclaimed Greg, quickly changing the subject in order to keep his son in the dark about his conversation with Peridot.  He looked at the green Gem and nodded, before climbing into the back of the van to begin retrieving the bed.

The bed was fully assembled in no time, thanks to Greg and Peridot’s joint effort.  They stood back to admire their handiwork.  The metal bed frame was silver in colour, with a bright blue headboard to match the blue bedding.  Steven had proudly sat the whale plush in the centre of the bed so that Lapis wouldn’t miss it.

“Let me help you carry it in, Peridot…” Greg said.

“It’s okay, I’ve got this!” Peridot proclaimed, “I can get it inside silently…”

She lifted her hands and the bed began to float above the floor.  Slowly but surely, she started quietly moving towards her home, carefully levitating the bed in front of her.  She was going to put the bed against the back wall, underneath the picture of Uncle Andy’s parents that still hung in pride of place in the barn, now that Lapis and Peridot’s “Occupied” morp (comprised of several toilets) had been moved out of the away.  

“Easy, Peridot…” she whispered to herself as she lined the bed up.

She hadn’t been quiet enough, though.  Pumpkin awoke behind her and jumped down from the hammock. Not realising quite why a large bed was floating way above the floor, the small vegetable instinctively barked at it. Peridot leapt into the air in shock – breaking her concentration and causing the bed to slam loudly onto the floor.

“PUMPKIN!” she yelled angrily, “What’s the big idea?!”

PERIDOT! I could ask you the same thing!” came an even angrier voice from behind the green Gem.  Lapis was awake, and she was furious.

“L-lapis!  I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, it was Pumpkin, she-”

“I can’t get a moment’s peace around here!” Lapis fumed as she glared at Peridot.  The technician took a step back from her partner, and her face fell.  

“Lapis!” Steven called as he gingerly entered the barn, “Please don’t be mad at Peridot, she was just trying to bring you a gift from my Dad.”

Lapis looked at Steven in horror, and then at the bed that was in front of her.  The realisation that she’d once again been unnecessarily harsh on poor Peridot began to sink in.

“Peridot… I’m so sorry,” Lapis said softly, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”  She walked towards Peridot, who immediately grabbed her into a loving hug.

“It’s your hormones, Lapis,” she mumbled in the ocean Gem’s ear, “It’s okay.  But please, just try to calm down a little, it’s not good for you to get angry like this…”

Lapis pulled out of the hug and nodded sadly, wiping a tear away from her eye.  She looked down at the bed in front of her and began to smile weakly.

“Thanks Greg, Steven,” she told them, “This was really kind of you.”

“It’s no problem!” Greg replied, “Any time!  You know where I am!  And you too, Peridot” he added, giving the green technician a knowing smile.

Lapis sat on the bed, admiring how comfortable it was. She allowed herself a little smirk as she looked at the whale plush that was sitting neatly in the centre.  She picked it up just as Pumpkin leapt onto the bed to join her.  The veggie took one look at the whale and then immediately tried to knock it out of her Mom’s arms.

“Pumpkin! There’s no need to get jealous of the whale!” she laughed as she set the plush back down again.  The others laughed along with her as they watched Pumpkin force herself onto Lapis’ knee, looking very proud of herself as she did so.

Once their guests had left, Peridot and Lapis sat back down on the bed together.  Peridot slipped her limb enhancers off and ran her hand through her hair with a deep sigh. She felt exhausted.

“Peridot… I’m really sorry,” Lapis said again, gently taking Peridot’s free hand in her own, “I’m so bad at this…”

“No no no, Lapis, it’s okay,” Peridot answered her.

“No, it’s not okay!” the ocean Gem exclaimed, “Hormones or no hormones, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that!”

Peridot smiled at her.  “Lapis, please don’t worry about it…”

They sat looking at each other for a moment, when Lapis noticed something about her partner.

“Peridot – you look so tired,” Lapis said with concern, “You should get some rest.”

She leaned over to the small green Gem and kissed her cheek.  Peridot felt her face burning up slightly, her obvious blushing causing Lapis to let out a little snort of laughter.  They’d been together for so long, but even after all this time Lapis’ kisses never failed to make Peridot blush.

“C’mon, Peri, please try to get some sleep…”

Peridot couldn’t argue with Lapis.  She hated sleeping, but knew it would be for the best this time.  She lay down next to her girlfriend, who gently placed the whale plush into the sleepy Gem’s arms with a wry smile.

Peridot closed her weary eyes and began to drift into a deep sleep.  Lapis sat next to her whilst she fell asleep, watching over her and caringly stroking her blonde hair.  Once the technician was sound asleep, Lapis slowly got up from the bed.  She gently kissed Peridot’s forehead and smiled warmly at her.

“Goodnight, Peridot” she whispered as she tiptoed away from the bed, Pumpkin following along behind her.