god i love it bye

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It isn’t utility that’s behind his investment in me, nor necessity, nor dependency. This much is clear to me now.. I have earned his respect. I have earned his trust. I have his true friendship. And so he’s going to have mine. And as long as that is true, I cannot imagine what is possible.

hux: the Resistance may try, but they’ll never get past Starkiller’s shield!  

officer: sir the Resistance is here

hux:

ok but this is actually me taking in and absorbing what bts feeds us

anonymous asked:

Head Cannon favorite types of blankets for the paladins + whoever

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH GOOD BYE OKAY I HAVE SUCH GOOD HC FOR THIS HOL Y SHIT

Hunk: 

THESE LARGE KNITTED BLANKETS THAT ARE LIKE TWICE THE SIZE OF YOU

Lance: 

these mermaid blankets!! I BET HE LEARNED HOW TO MAKE HIS OWN AND OVER THE YEARS HES MADE SO MANY IN DIFFERENT COLOURS

Keith: 

do i even need to explain this LMAO

Pidge:

Lance makes this for pidge as a joke, and he thinks she wont use it but she uses it every day

Shiro & Allura:

LMAO ONLY THE CHEESIEST THINGS FOR THE CHEESIEST COUPLE BYE

there’s no denying that Hearth is a cutie🌸

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Not many know about this, but you see, I’m in love with Tamako, my childhood best friend

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so i found some pictures of Stefan Karl from when he played that french guard and prince Herbet in Spamalot at the icelandic national theater

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Batman/Superman 2013-

But I know who the real target should be. The one you confide in the most. The one who understands you best. The one you’ll miss more than any other….. when he dies….

Batman–

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You know what the funny thing is? I don’t blame her. I had money for the first time in my life; a wonderful girl, who just happened to have a great mama to boot. I had everything. But the truth is, nobody gets everything. We get what we love most. Sometimes it’s just hard to know what that is. 
                       That’s a struggle we all have. 

after i posted this head canon yesterday, @blameotayuri asked if i had anymore daddyura in the chamber, and i am here to DELIVER. it got a little longer than i intended, so consider it a gift for you! hope you like it.


Everybody always talks about how Yuri is the more expressive and ridiculous of the two, but the truth is, Otabek is a little shit. You have to really know him to be able to spot his tells, but when he gets in a mood, he really likes to push.

For instance, Beka knows that Yuri loves it when he stretches his arms and back while he still has his leather jacket on (it gets deliciously tight, but only enough to see the outline of his muscle structure; that just does it for Yuri). But, when he’s feeling really bratty, he’ll do it just about anywhere to get a rise out of him.

Like today. In the ice rink. Surrounded by people Yuri really doesn’t want watching this. It’s embarrassing. The thing is, nobody else cares. It’s just bad boy Altin getting ready to warm up.

Otabek looks up at Yuri through his eyelashes, just to make sure he’s being watched. When they make eye contact, he immediately drops his arms and turns around to change into his skates. As he bends over to pull off his sneakers, he glances around his legs to look Yuri dead in the eye again, and yep. There it is. Yuri’s had enough. If Otabek wants to play, then they’re gonna fucking play.

From the moment Otabek’s blades touch the ice that morning to the moment practice is called for the day later that afternoon, Yuri ignores him. The best offense is a good defense, and the best way to offend an attention hungry Altin is to ignore everything he does.

Otabek does a lot. He shows off just a little bit, grunts a little louder every time he “accidentally” pops a jump, skates a little too close to Yuri just to spray ice his way as he changes direction. It’s enough to get Yuri wound up, but not enough for anyone else to notice any difference. Yuri plays it cool, though. That’s his job, after all.

Yuri stays on the ice after everyone calls their goodbyes. It’s not that unusual, so it doesn’t raise any questions, but he knows it’ll add just enough to Otabek’s undoubtedly mounting frustration with not getting what he wants. He doesn’t do much, just some lazy figures and long laps, but each time he passes Otabek at the barrier, he can see the agitation build. Thirty minutes later, Beka is practically vibrating in his skin, so Yuri decides to extend a little kindness on his next trip by.

“You are insufferable, Altin.”

Otabek’s mouth tightens into a straight line while he chooses his next words.

More silence, another lap.

“I don’t know what you mean, Yura.”

Yuri snorts through his nose, “Really, now?”

Yuri has tricks, too. He knows what gets under Otabek’s skin. He keeps skating passes, long and easy. Stays quiet. Then, just as easy as his laps, he works in bends. A layback spin here, an Ina Bauer there. He really shouldn’t, he’ll be sore in the morning, but Otabek needs to be put in his place. He needs to understand.

Yuri skates closer to the barrier again with an effortless Biellman, and knows he’s won when he hears Otabek let out a shaky little whine under his breath.

“I think you know exactly what I mean, Altin.”

“Yura, I-“

Otabek cuts himself off and lowers his eyelids heavily as Yuri pushes forward to face him at the barrier, “You know exactly what I mean, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Yura.”

Yuri cups Otabek’s cheek for just a second, steps out of the rink, and grabs his shoes. When he’s back on level ground, he returns to the older man, who hasn’t moved a muscle since the beginning of this little game. He lightly presses his hand to Otabek’s throat, and pushes downward until Beka gets the picture and sinks to his knees, looking up at Yuri like a man seeing the sun for the first time.

Yuri leans down to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Yes who?”

A shaky breath and a stuttered whisper, “y-yes, daddy.”

Yuri lets out a low chuckle and nips Otabek’s ear.

“Good boy.”