grow up please and thank you

anonymous asked:

Aaah! Thank you for putting up Hope on the gallery! I'm so excited for her. But I wanted to ask wcif her YA hair? I didn't see it in your wcif tag, but I may have overlooked it. Sorry if I did. Also just wanna mention that Jacobina is as cute as a button. She's gonna grow up beautiful just like her mother and I'm so excited to see her story. Okay I'll disappear again. But please and thank you for the hair. Sending you all the love and good vibes cause I know you've been busy.

Aw, you are too sweet! And you are very welcome for hope! And believe me, Jacobina as an adult is something I can’t even put into words, she’s gorgeous! I like to age them up for a wee peek and my word, she is perfection! And thank you for the good vibes, I have been busy! Been filling a tiny queue every day, apologies for it being so spotty! 

Hope’s YA hair can be found here

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A lot of people get carried away by their growing popularity and forget to be thankful for the community. Lucky for us, Sean’s not like that. I realize I say this way too many times but I mean it every single one of them: thank you, Sean, just for being there and doing what you do and cheering me us up whenever we feel down and making us feel even better when life is going okay. You taught me the value of kindness, respect and honesty so thank you, Sean. 

Thank you.

Please ignore the disorganization (look, I tried, Tumblr wouldn’t let me put all 20 screenshots in at once)

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I only have a short window before my body changes…

…Yeah I’ll say.

My version of Older!Yurio dump.

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION. More detailed rules available on my Rules & FAQ Post.

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oh god im sorry i stalked your blogs for references for like 2 hours 

@drawinggheys @raythrill @objectionable-code @terror-in-the-dream @bocitena @juuria @halpdevon @lauwurens 

so uh… how do i words , uhm… a lot of you dont know me– hell i think only three people here know who i am, but i really really like your art (and art styles) and i look up to all of you a lot, and i look for inspiration from you guys almost every day so uhm… oh my god everyone is just so beautiful, the style, the colors, the line density, the face shapes– I COULD KEEP GOING ON AND ON REALLY—- but i cant because this post is long enough as it is

there’s so many more people i want to add and thank for being such a wonderful sources of awe and inspiration but my shoulder is killing me and its currently an ungodly hour of the wee mornings so i ask for pardon

ah– anyway, bottom line, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING AN INSPIRATION keep doing what you’re doing and i hope you continue to grow and be happier with your art every new day that comes your way!

-Celi <3

P.S. btw if you’re uncomfortable with me putting up your style there please message me and i’ll take it down im sorry;;;;;

zimbits au wherein a run in with the lax bros leads to a run in with jack

Eric’s walking down the street, latte in one hand and phone in the other, only a very little bit lost on his spontaneous scenic detour to the library. He’s halfway through composing a tweet when several air-horns blast in his direction at once.

He swears, jumps about a mile out of his skin, and drops both his coffee and his phone.

The coffee, sadly, goes up before it comes down, and manages to splash all over his front before spilling across his shoes too. He quickly retrieves his phone from the pavement before it’s similarly attacked by the travelling coffee, and checks it over for damage. He sighs out when he sees it’s only a little scratched on the side of the case, and presses a palm to his chest to try and calm the furious beating of his heart.

He looks over to the house across the way, out of which several, men—actually, boys, Eric’s going to call them after that stunt—are laughing at him, and high-fiving each other. Eric flushes and screws his lips together, telling himself not to cry in front of them, not to give them the satisfaction.

“Hey! Dickfaces!”

Eric looks behind him to see a moustached man flipping the bird to the boys in the house across the street.

“Fuck off to your basement of inadequacy and wine coolers, you absolute shitfuckers.”

The boys don’t take his advice, but rather, blast their air-horns again which causes Eric to hunch up his shoulders.

“Hey, brah, you alright?” The man walks up to Eric and looks him over. “Shit, dude. They got you good.”

Eric sighs out, trying to keep his composure. “It’s alright. Thanks for telling them off.”

“Fucking LAX bros. I live for telling them off. Come on inside and I’ll help you clean up.”

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something borrowed // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles lets Y/N borrow something of his & unexpectedly gains something in return

Requested: no, collab with @rememberstilinski

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: no

Masterlist

Clutching the plastic lunch tray she navigated her way through the crowded cafeteria and back to the lunch table. The stress from the first four periods of her day slowly melted away as she spotted her group of friends across the cafeteria, sitting at the same table they had since the start of their freshman year.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as Lydia waved over to her. Picking up her pace, Y/N maneuvered her way through the crowds of people who were too engaged with their conversations with one another to pay any sort of attention to the small girl.

Then, a familiar boy caught her attention.

The sheriff’s son, Stiles Stilinski.

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melodious-phantasmagoria  asked:

Please never let the headcanons die- they are my favorite thing oh my gosh <333

thanks dude!! here’s some more

  • “keith you were alone for an hour how could you possibly get into this much trouble in an hour” “…it didn’t take me the whole hour”
  • coran started growing The Mustache on a dare from alfor
  • everyone always thinks keith is glaring at them but really he just spaced out while looking in their general direction
  • pidge and lance are creatures driven entirely by spite
    • “pidge maybe you should go to bed” pidge: *stays up for the next 24 hours*
    • “lance could you stop flirting with anything that moves” lance: *spends an hour flirting with a rock instead*
  • “poor lance. he thinks he’s totally alone and that we all gave up on him. what kind of effect does that have on a man’s psychology? I wonder what he’s thinking right now” lance, in galra captivity: “how come aquaman can control whales? they’re mammals! makes no sense”
  • that one game grumps thing but with hunk
    • *anything goes wrong* “hunk, okay, don’t panic, we can handle this” “…i appreciate it, but look what we’re dealing with man” “hunk-” “you gotta draw a line somewhere!” “hunk-” “you gotta draw a fucking line in the sand dude!! you gotta make a statemen-”
  • whenever anyone looks at shiro for advice or leadership he’s internally just like wait no don’t do that
  • pidge: “have you ever killed anyone” allura: “…we’re getting off topic”
Shy || Jughead Jones

Request by @myteenwolf-world: Hi Rose :) I love your stories so much and I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is really shy and barely speaks to anyone? Jug is the only one she talks to and the rest of the group are surprised to see them having a conversation and being close. They question Jug about it and they find out he has a crush on her. Thank you in advance <3

A/N: I feel like this was kind of shaky since I haven’t written prompts in a while but I’m getting back in the swing of things! Hope you enjoy. <3

Gif by @juggiehead

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Being the new kid was never easy. Being the shy new kid was never easy. You were the perfect target for bullying from people like Reggie and Chuck who always catcalled you in the hallways and knocked your binders out of your arms. But you never said a word. You didn’t want to cause any trouble.

A few people noticed you. The “Sad Breakfast Club” saw you in the hallways. Sitting alone at lunch. Reading alone. Keeping to yourself. Day after day, almost every member of the group (with the exception being Jughead) attempted to talk to you. They tried to coerce you into at least sitting with them at lunchtime. Each time you quickly shook your head, eyes returning to your book.

Weeks passed and the group was still no closer to getting you to even speak a word.

“I just don’t understand!” Veronica exclaimed as she slammed her lunch tray down on the table. “We’ve tried everything. Does she just not like us?”

Betty shook her head.

“I don’t think that’s what it is, V,” the blonde said. “She’s just really shy. Sometimes you can try everything only to have nothing work.”

Veronica groaned.

“She has a point,” Archie said as he took a bite of his apple. “Maybe we should just stop.”

As the group talked amongst themselves, Jughead watched you from a distance. Unlike the others, he had taken a personal interest in you. The raven-haired teen loved mysteries and you were one he wanted to crack.

Why did you move here? Why did you move here so late in the school year? Why were you so shy?

“I can try,” Jughead interrupted, silencing the entire group. “To talk to her, I mean.”

Archie sighed.

“Jug, I don’t know…” he began. “You tend to be… really upfront. What if you scare her away?”

Jughead snorted.

“Wow, thanks, Arch,” he remarked sarcastically. “Like you guys haven’t terrified her enough.”

With that, he was off and making his way over to your table.

“This isn’t going to end well.” Betty said.

Veronica sighed as she opened her bag of chips.

“Guess we’ll find out.”

You heard someone making their way over to you before you saw them. You gripped your book tighter, forcing your eyesight to stay on the small words. You wondered who it would be this time. Would it be the jock or one of the two cheerleaders? It wasn’t that you didn’t like them either, it was just that you were literally terrified to talk to them. They seemed so cool and you didn’t understand why they wanted to talk to someone like you.

“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You looked up from your book, your eyes meeting blue-green ones. Your heart skipped a beat once you saw who it was. Jughead Jones. The boy in your English class who you had a massive crush on. But of course, you could never find the courage to talk to him. If you couldn’t even talk to Veronica Lodge or Betty Cooper, arguably the nicest girls in the school, how were you supposed to talk to the boy you liked?

“Can I sit here?” Jughead asked.

You returned your gaze to your book, not answering. Jughead took a seat anyway.

“What’s your name?” the beanie-clad teen pressed.

Again, you didn’t answer.

“Well,” he sighed. “My name’s Jughead. I’m in your—”

“English class,” you said softly before you froze.

Jughead seemed equally surprised that you spoke.

“Yeah, I, um,” you began again, clearing your throat. “I know who you are.”

“Is she… talking to him?” Veronica asked incredulously.

Archie nodded.

“Looks like she is. Who would’ve guessed?” the ginger asked.

“But why?” Betty asked.

Archie frowned at her question.

“Why is she talking to Jughead?” he tried to clarify.

Betty shook her head.

“No, why is Jughead talking to her? When has he ever showed an interest in the new kids? He never showed an interest in Veronica.”

Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Thanks, Betty.” she joked.

“You know what I mean.” the Cooper girl said.

The three students returned their gazes to you and Jughead who were now talking and smiling amongst each other. At the moment, the bell rang signaling the end of the period. The gang saw you pack your stuff up as you and Jughead said your goodbyes. Jughead walked back over to the group with a smug smile on his face as you walked into the school.

“How?” Veronica asked once Jughead was close enough to hear her.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he asked as he picked up his book bag, swinging the strap over his shoulder.

Veronica smirked.

“I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with the fact you have a crush on her? And, oh, I don’t know, maybe she likes you too and you guys are going out to Pop’s after school to get a milkshake together?” she joked, improvising everything as she went along.

Betty and Archie laughed but Veronica didn’t miss the way she saw Jughead tense up for a fraction of a second.

“Very funny, Veronica.” he deadpanned.

Veronica’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God,” she murmured. “You like her!”

Jughead turned beet-red as Betty and Archie turned to stare at him with wide eyes.

“And she likes you! And you asked her out!” Veronica continued.

“God, Veronica, scream it to the world, would you?!” Jughead hissed as the four of them walked into the school.

Veronica went silent but couldn’t stop her beaming smile or the way she was practically vibrating with excitement.

“Aw, Juggie, this is so cute!” Betty squealed.

“Not bad, Jug.” Archie said as he clapped the writer on the back.

Jughead’s red face didn’t go away.

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” he mumbled. “I’ll see you guys later.”

With that he was gone, escaping to his next class.

“Our Juggie’s growing up.” Veronica said, wiping a fake tear from her eye.

“You’re so lucky he wasn’t around to hear that.”

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A/N: Hope you liked it! Please send me feedback! Thank you!

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help a disabled gay trans guy not starve/end up on the street

hi, i’m zack and i’m still the legal definition of homeless, as i do not have a lease rn and my housing situation is insecure because i can’t afford the rent for the room i’m staying in. i’m trying to fix these things, but it’s gonna take some time. until then, i am dependent on my ex for money and that’s not a state i want to be in.

i need money for pots and pans and dishes, because the ones in this apartment are in an unusable state. further, i need money for food and transport. i’ve got food for the time being, but i can’t cook it, because the kitchen is in an awful state and there’s mould growing in the microwave (and the cooker doesn’t quite work).

basically i’m a little bit fucked? i could use money to tide me over until i can get council housing or a room in a less fucked up apartment and also benefits/PIP/whatever it is i’m entitled to.

my paypal is isakgrozny@gmail.com. 

thank you so so much and if you can’t donate, please reblog?

(As always, you can find all my fic recs in my FIC REC MASTERPOST) 

- The Edge of the Stars  , by @casuallyhl : Louis laughed. “You think you can convince some random guy to want to go out with me?”“Oh baby,” Jay chuckled. “I can convince all of the UK to want to go out with you.” Or, a Meet the Parents AU where Harry is the man of Louis’ dreams, and it’s up to Jay to convince him to date her son.

Larry TV Reality show AU (16k) : awesome fic for cheer you up when you’re sad, and perfect way to show how Louis and Jay relationship was amazing and beautiful. Cute and funny and fluffy :) No smut.

- just the sound of your voice  , by @a-writerwrites : It’s just. Harry’s so fucking quiet during sex and now Louis’ obsession with it is…it’s incessant.  Louis questions it day and night, the enigma of it buzzing around his head like an annoying mosquito — all of the reasons why he’s so quiet consuming every one of his waking thoughts.  Like, maybe he turns into an alien during sex if he’s not really careful?  So he has to concentrate so hard on not turning into another creature he’s effectively struck mute from it.  Or maybe…maybe he’s like one of those people who’s into tantric sex, like Sting or a throwback from the 1960s?  And when he’s about to orgasm he travels to another plane of existence or something.  There has to be a reason for it.  There has to be.

Larry smut fic (6.4k) : not saying I’m very proud that Lisa wrote something about my prompt, BUT IM VERY PROUD AND I LOOOOOVE IT VERY MUCH. So it’s all about dirty talk and a bit of rough sex, and yes, they kins of share that really.

- Love Is on The Radio , by @perfectdagger  and star_l:  “So Louis, who’s the lucky person that will not only get to see Arsenal and Manchester United facing each other, but will also possibly become your girlfriend… or boyfriend? I mean, that’s a good catch, to ask someone out like this on the radio. It will be hard to say no after this.”  “It’s, hm, his name is…” Oh boy, Harry was about to pass out, he couldn’t bear to hear what Louis would say. Susie was looking at him, worried eyes watching him from the till as she noticed that Harry had simply abandoned his cupcake duties. “Harry. Harry Styles.” To win a pair of tickets to watch Manchester United playing, Louis may have possibly lied to Nick Grimshaw on the BBC Radio 1 Breakfast Show, asking Harry, his best friend, to be his boyfriend. Problem is - Harry has always been in love with Louis and so, this Valentine’s he’s gonna see his dreams come true, with a tiny bit of a twist, in order to watch the football team they have loved together since they were kids.

Larry BFF to lovers and Fake Relationship AU (35k) : with a lot of social medias interactions, and Grimmy being cute ! Bottom Harry for the smut.

- Mercedes Boy , by @fullonlarrie : There’s a surprise waiting at home for Louis after he finishes his day on the tracks at the Mercedes AMG Driving Experience.

Larry canon smut (5k) : I mean : PANTIES AND CAR SEX. That’s all. (bottom Harry)

- Them Butterflies  , by @gaycousinlarry  : To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question the fact that he thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with all the energy bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of it, but he knows he doesn’t want this night to end.  This is the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again.

Larry strangers to Lovers and sexuality crisis AU (68k) : beautiful and really well written, barely angsty . Special kudos for social worker Harry just because. Great smut !  (mostly bottom Louis but they kind of share that)

- They Never Quite Leave   , by @icanhazzalou (sorry it doesn’t let me tag you properly!)  : When Liam Payne inherited his great aunt’s mansion, he never expected it to be haunted. With the help of famous ghost hunters Harry and Niall, Liam is hoping to evict the ghost and sell the house once and for all.There’s just one problem: Louis has been in that house for a hundred years, and he doesn’t much feel like leaving.Alternatively; come for the ghost sex, stay for the feels.

Larry Ghost AU (24k) : awesome , a bit angsty and also fluffy and cute, with a bit of Ghost sex (this is a thing, yes). :)

- Let’s Go Get Away , by @letsjustsee : When Louis had moved to the island a year ago, he only wanted two things: to serve good food to good people, and to live on the beach. Was that too much to ask for? Apparently the universe thought so, because Louis had only gotten three months of blissful, uninterrupted beach living before Harry Styles moved in to the empty shop next door. Louis was hoping whoever took over the space might be a tour guide, or even another restaurant (with non-competing menu options, of course), but no – he had gotten Harry Styles. The guy who wore Hawaiian dad-shirts unironically. The guy who spent his time making soap by hand out of goat’s milk.Or, a fluffy AU in which Louis owns a restaurant that’s next door to Harry’s shop, and Louis is completely unaware how smitten he really is.

Larry Hate to love AU (7k) : funny and cute, with so much fluff and kind of pining ;) No smut.

- Runner on Third , by @flamboyantommo: As Harry stood there, the other man turned around, and he knew he was correct in who he thought it was. “Louis?” he asked, still not quite believing it. Louis blinked. “Harry? Wh– what are you doing here?” “I work here,” Harry said. “What are you doing here?” “Um, I’m picking up my brother. The nurse called and said he was sick.” Harry felt like he was going to be sick. “Wait, Ernest is your brother? Since when do you have a brother?” “Since about seven years ago, I guess. Wait, how do you know Ernest?” “I’m his teacher.” “You’re his what?” Louis exclaimed. Harry gulped. This was going to be a long year. — Or, the AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don’t pick up where they left off.

Larry Ex Friends to Lovers AU (35k) : nice fic with Teacher Harry, a “long time no see” plot, and so much pining ^^ Great Smut too ! (bottom Louis)

BTS Reaction to seeing you sleeping with a stuffed animal they bought you

Anon Requested:  Can I get a BTS reaction to them coming in and seeing you sleeping with a stuffed animal they bought you please? Thank you in advanced 😄😄😄😊💕

I hope you like this ♥ & my apologies for having such short reactions on this omg


Jungkook: Jungkook would be shocked at first but be pleasantly surprised that you felt affection for something that he had gotten you such a long time ago. The smile would grow the longer he looked at the cute little scene in front of him. 

Originally posted by officialwookkibby


Taehyung: Taehyung had just got into bed when he noticed the small brown bear curled up in your arms, he scooted closer trying to see it properly in the dim light and smiled lightly once he realized it was the bear he had won you on your guys’ first date.

Originally posted by jiminarmy


Jimin: This little sunshine boy wouldn’t be able to keep his smile hidden when he saw you on the couch with the little plush animal laying on your chest with your hand limply laying on top of it. His heart would honestly swell ten times in size because the sight was just so precious to him.

Originally posted by bwipsul


Jhope: “Aww!” Hoseok couldn’t help but say loudly causing you to stir in your sleep. He’d quickly slap a hand over his mouth hushing any more sounds to unexpectedly come out of him before he decided to snap the photo of you and your plushie in your arms.

Originally posted by chimchams


Namjoon: He’d honestly be so shocked upon seeing the sight in front of him that he had to call over Jimin who was just walking past his bedroom. “Woah Jimin! Look at this.” He pointed towards your sleeping picture and Jimin would chuckle. “She still sleeps with stuffed animals?” Namjoon would immediately nudge him, “I won her that months ago, I didn’t know she liked it so much.”

Originally posted by sugaa


Suga: Yoongi didn’t really have an opinion on seeing you sleep with the small stuffed bunny he bought you for the past valentine’s day. He thought it was cute but didn’t see the need for sleeping with it when you had him to sleep with.

Originally posted by jeonbase


Jin: He’d be the weirdest goofball about this. He’d chuckle seeing the little stuffed animal in your arms and walk closer to you, hovering you and end up doing some weird dance whispering. “Look who likes Jin’s plushie, that’s right you do.”

Originally posted by crimsonspeedsterr

anonymous asked:

How about Dragon Age 2 Companions reacting to Hawkes Mabari having a litter of pups and getting asked if they'd want one?

Aveline: She’s thrilled. “Thank you, Hawke.” she says, genuinely pleased as she holds a puppy. “I’ll take good care of them. One day, they’ll help me train guards.” She kisses the puppy. “Who’s going to grow up to chew on recruits? You are!”

Fenris: He’s not sure he should take it in, but his heart melts against his will as Hawke shoves a puppy in his arms. He stares at the pup as the pup stares at him, tail wagging and eyes wide with love. “I suppose it won’t hurt to have a guard dog.” he finally relents. “Thank you.”

Carver: He’s actually smiling. “Finally. A mabari of my own!” he declares as he lifts the puppy into his arms– the pup is already licking his face, and he grins. “Thanks, brother/sister.”

Varric: He’s not sure he can fit the dog where he’s currently living, but he’d be lying if he said that the puppy offered hasn’t already won his heart. He holds it, stroking the puppy’s head, and laughs. “This is the only time I’ll be able to hold the dog. Eventually it’ll be big enough to eat me. Oh, well, I suppose I’ll have to make do…”

Isabela: “Do dogs mind being on ships?” she asks, already cuddling the puppy as she rocks it like a baby. She kisses the pup’s head and laughs. “I hope so. After all, you’re going to be my first mate someday, right? Thanks, Hawke.”

Sebastian: He’s supremely honored as he’s offered the mabari puppy. “Mabaris choose their masters. I’m honored to be chosen by this majestic beast. May we serve the Maker together, as friends and allies.” He grins as the puppy licks his face. “Oh, now… thank you.”

Anders: “I don’t know,” he says reluctantly, “I’m really more of a cat person, and…” He stops as a puppy crawls up to his foot and reaches up, inviting him to pick the pup up. He does, and his heart melts. “I… don’t give me that look, I… oh, Maker’s breath, fine. Damn you and your puppy eyes.”

Bethany: She squeals as she holds a puppy in her arms, kissing its cute little head. “Oh, look at the precious little– do you want to be my dog? I’d love that.” She giggles. “I see I’ve made a new friend today. Thank you.”

Merrill: She squeals, excited and delighted. “Oh! A puppy? For me? Really?!” She clamps on Hawke with a hug and then hugs the puppy who’s imprinted on her. “Ma serannas, Hawke! Oh, look at them, aren’t they just the cutest thing?”

anonymous asked:

bless you for your voltron headcanons they make my life so much happier, esp. the lance & keith ones

here’s some more buddy

  • in pidge’s words: “you two are a positive feedback loop of bad ideas”
    • both are (semi)reasonable people independently but something about the presence of the other just makes half their brain cells die off lol
    • all one of them has to do is say “i bet i can….” or “what are you scared” and suddenly common sense takes a fucking vacation
  • “lance we need to talk” “okay I don’t know what you heard but whatever it is keith started it”
  • they’re the cause of 68% of Shiro’s headaches
  • *the two of them have a Moment* keith: “so are you gonna remember this one or”
  • lance keeps a passive aggressive little bucket list of movies and shows keith has to watch when they get back to earth
    • pretends it’s to catch keith up with the times but really he’s just mad that keith doesn’t get his references
    • but also keith hasn’t seen lilo and stitch???? what the fucking fuck????? what the fu
  • keith likes to pretend he’s above lance’s shit but he’s actually equally as petty
  • keith: *makes joke* lance, throwing himself on hunk: “our little boy’s just. growing up so fast” "why are you like this”
  • lance can spot keith’s mullet literally anywhere. like, even in a huge crowd
  • *dinkleburg voice* “keith”
  • lance: *comes up with a plan and tries to explain it to keith* keith, literally two seconds later: “oh hey wait why don’t we do [insert lance’s plan but in slightly different terms here]”
    • lance: *looks into the camera like he’s on the office*

anonymous asked:

If growing up with a doctor/medicine hating russian grandmother has taught me anything, it's that breathing in boiled potato steam can cure all illnesses. Now all I can think of is Yuuri getting a cold and Victor insisting that "yes, you must inhale the potato steam. I promise it will help- yUURI GET BACK HERE AND BREATHE THE POTATO STEAM ITS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD BABE PLEASE"

I CAN’T BREATHE

Even More Writing Prompts!

i have no control anymore lol.

Things Said Before a Kiss:

  • Can I kiss you now?
  • Do you want to kiss me…?
  • You’re so beautiful.
  • I think I’m in love with you…
  • I love you.
  • I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time…
  • This is my first kiss…
  • I’ve never kissed anyone before…
  • I really want to kiss you right now.
  • Your lips look delicious.
  • I don’t want to get lipstick on you!
  • I’m trying really hard not to kiss you right now.
  • Come here.

Things Said After A Kiss:

  • That was… nice…
  • I love you(too).
  • I don’t want to forget this moment.
  • Can we do it again?
  • Was that your first kiss?
  • Go out with me again…
  • Best.First.Kiss… Ever…
  • Kiss me again…
  • Wow…
  • That was better than I ever dreamed…
  • Thanks for not trying to eat me…
  • I’m glad you kissed me, because I was so close to kissing you.
  • You have really soft lips…

Remembrance/Memory:

  • You remind me of someone…
  • Did you remember to pick up eggs?
  • I still remember the day I met you…
  • Do you remember when we met?
  • What were they like…?
  • Did you love them?
  • I don’t remember!
  • Where did you grow up?
  • Déjà vu…
  • What did you dream about last night?
  • Have you always been like this?
  • You remind me of myself, and that scares me!
  • Don’t make me forget, please…

Surprise/Astonishment:

  • Wow!
  • Woah!
  • What the heck?!(alt: hell).
  • Unbelievable!
  • Son of a gun!
  • Bless my soul…
  • I’ll be darned!
  • Holy smokes(or cow).
  • I’m over the moon!
  • Well, slap me silly!
  • Why’d you go and drop a bombshell like that?
  • Her jaw literally dropped at the news!
  • this is amazing!

Declarations of Love:

  • I love you, okay? Is that you what you wanted to hear?
  • I never thought love existed until I met you…
  • You complete me, you make me feel whole!
  • You inspire me… You make me want to be a better person, to do better, to be better and I… I want to thank you. If I may, can I thank you by… By saying I love you?
  • I want to hold you close and never let go. Because, I feel like if I let go, I’m going to drown in the sorrows of this world.
  • You’re the light of my life.
  • I love you more than I thought was possible…
  • I love you more than life itself.
  • I want to wake up with you, every morning… I want to make you breakfast, even though we both know I burn toast to a crisp… I want to fall asleep with you, ever night. Even though we both know, I like to take up most of the bed…
  • Learning to love you has been the greatest pleasure of my entire life…

First Encounters(Situations):

  • You run into each other at a local supermarket. They stare at you while you get your shopping done, and you’re scurrying to finish because some creeper is watching you very intensely. While checking out, they finally come up to you and say, while fidgeting, “Oh, I thought you were someone else.”
  • They’re running down the street, from what, you weren’t quite sure. You thought you had enough time to get out of the way, but alas, you didn’t and so, without thinking, they grab your hand and made you start running with them instead of ultimately running into you. You’re screaming, they’re telling you to “CALM DOWN. LET ME EXPLAIN”.
  • You’re at a New Year’s Eve Party. Alone. But, you didn’t come alone. You had left your ‘date’ for a moment to go to the restroom, and when you came back, they were tongue in tongue with a blond across the busy living room. You stared at them for a moment, your mouth dropping before turning on your heel, ready to leave. You knew it was a bad idea to let your friend set you up on a blind-date. But, when you turned you ran into someone. And, you figured, by the way they were staring at your ‘date’ and the blond, they had came to the party earlier with them.
    You had a choice now. Start kissing them out of spite, to see if your date notices, or leave and never look back.
  • You both reach for the same item at the store, and it’s the last one on the shelf. You though, being as polite as you were, told them they could have it. You expected them to digress and say, “no, no you can have it” so as they set it in their basket, you twitch and say, “on second thought, I really need it.”
    Now, you’re both in front of the store manager, half the store is a mess, you have flour in your hair, they’ve got cake mix on their face as you start to explain why the store was such a disaster zone.

Happy Birthday, Sweetie

Summary: It’s Katie’s 5th birthday, and you’re excited to give your daughter her present.
Words: 1.5k
Sam x Reader, Dean, Katie (OC)
Warnings: none, but this is unbetad and I haven’t even proofread it so I mean…

Daddy!Sam Masterpost

You woke up when the mattress jostled beside you. Sam murmured a small ‘shit’ as he realised his movements had roused you, and you blinked up at him, smiling sleepily.

“What time is it?” you asked, your voice low and rough from sleep.

“A little after five,” he replied, and you groaned, burying your face back into your pillow.

Sam laughed fondly, pulling on a shirt before leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

Keep reading

If you’re a parent and you invade your children’s privacy whether it be by looking at their browser history, removing the doors to their bedrooms, looking through their papers, you’re fucking disgusting. And I don’t mean just because they look at porn, everyone does that, grow up. I have to hide my binder and trousers under the floorboards. Whenever I write my name on a paper that has something I need to remember. For those in the cis community, I’m indicating that I’m transgender. Seriously though if you think privacy invasion isn’t abuse go fuck yourself please and thank you.

Sorry, for making you guys wait for so long, but to make it up to you I think this is the longest imagine I have ever written. I hope you’ll enjoy. I also combined two reqests for this one. I hope that’s okay.

Request: Could you write an imagine about Ivar getting wounded in battle and the reader takes care of him? Thank you.

Request: Are you taking requests at all? If so could you do one where the reader takes control in bed and Ivar has to sit back and take it?

Warning: This contains smut and blood, the essentials of the Ivar fandom.

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You pulled your sword back and the soldier in front of you dropped to the ground. You turned, looking for your next opponent but no one was there. It took you a moment to realize that there was no one left. The battle was over. The last few survivors of the once large hostile army were fleeing to save their lives. All around you the warriors started to cheer in triumph, you would have joined in but for some reason you didn’t feel joyful at all. You were still panting but the rush of the battle slowly died down. And as the adrenalin left you, the strange feeling that something was wrong only grew bigger. You tried to tell yourself that you were only worried because Ivar wasn’t beside you like usually. He always stayed close to you in battle and you were used to fight side by side with him, often even riding in his chariot with him. But today you had somehow been separated. In the immediate rush of battle you hadn’t thought much about it but now that you were calming down you felt worry sneaking into your heart. You looked around, hoping to spot Ivar somewhere.

You could see Hvitserk with a small group of warriors not far from you. They were still cheering and slapping each other’s shoulders. Ivar was nowhere to be seen, so you went over to his brother.

“Y/N.” He greeted, a wide smile on his face. “Good to see you in one piece.”

You nodded. ”You too. Have you seen Ivar?”

“Not since before the battle. Was he not with you?”

“He was, but we got separated.”

Hvitserk must have noticed your worried tone. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m sure he is okay. It takes more than a few Saxons to kill him.”

You gave him a half-hearted smile. “You’re probably right. See you later at the camp.”

With that you turned to look for Ivar again. You climbed up a small hill so that you could overlook the other side of the battlefield that was lying behind it. When you made it to the top you gasped in shock. You could see Ivar’s chariot, the white horse was covered in blood and had started to graze between the fallen warriors but Ivar was nowhere to be seen. You felt your stomach twist with fear. As you hurried towards the empty chariot you heard someone call your name. You turned to see Ubbe running up to you. By the look on his face you could tell that something was wrong.

“Where is Ivar?” You asked him, your voice sounding strange and high pitched.

“He was wounded. We already brought him back to the camp.”

Panic shot through you and you felt your legs start to tremble. “I have to see him.” You said, your voice shaking. Although you weren’t sure you could trust your legs to support you, you started to stride towards camp. As you walked past Ubbe he caught you in his arms.

“Y/N, wait. Calm down. It is not that bad. I’m sure he will be fine.”

“I have to see him.” You repeated stubbornly and tried to wind yourself out of his arms.

Ubbe looked at you with pitying eyes for a moment, but then let go of you. “Alright, I will come with you.”

You stormed into the tent where the wounded were treated and searched the rows of bleeding warriors. When your eyes fell upon Ivar you felt like your heart stopped for a moment. He was lying on his back with his eyes closed. As you got closer you could see that a long cut had gone through his armor. Blood was oozing out of it and running down his side. Cold fear began to rise inside you, but with it came a stubborn determination. You would not lose him.

“Why is no one tending to him?” Your voice was fierce and demanding.

At the sound of your voice Ivar opened his eyes. He looked tired and was a little pale but he smiled at you. You ran to his side and dropped to your knees, clutching to him as if your life depended on it.

He chuckled. “Are you trying to squeeze all the blood out of me, woman?”

You softened your grip around him. “I was so worried. When Ubbe said you had been wounded…”

“Shhh. There’s no need to worry. It’s nothing.”

Seeing all the blood that covered his chest and ran down his side, you weren’t fully convinced by his words.

Ivar’s eyes had followed your gaze. “I said there’s no need to worry. Most of that blood isn’t mine anyways.”

You ignored him and rose to your feet to stop one of the women that were hurrying along the rows of the wounded. Most of the women that did not fight in the shieldwall were assigned to take care of those who were wounded in battle.

“Why is no one tending to him?” You repeated your question from earlier.

“Because his wound isn’t that deep. We have much more serious cases to deal with first, so even a prince will have to wait.” With that she shoved you out of the way and scurried off.

You thought about calling her back when heard Ivar chuckle.

“I told you it is nothing. Do you believe me now?”

“No.” You said stubbornly and turned to Ubbe who was still standing close to the entrance, trying his best not to be in the way. “Can you help me bring him to our tent?”

“Why do want to bring him there?”

“I will take care of his wounds myself. Now come help me.”

You could see a pleased smirk grow on Ivar’s face, he seemed to like the thought of you tending to him instead of some old woman.

It was quite a struggle to get Ivar into your tent with him wounded and only Ubbe to help you, but you finally managed to lay him down on your bed.

You gave Ubbe a thankful smile.

“Do you need any more help?”

“No, thank you.” You said and he left the tent.

You turned back to Ivar and carefully opened the strings that held his armor together. Then you helped him to sit up to get it off him. As the hard leather scraped over his wound, his face twisted with pain but he didn’t make a sound. You took out your knife and simply cut open his tunic in order to spare him from having to move even more. You loudly sucked in a breath at what you saw. The cut went from his left shoulder almost to the middle of his chest. You examined it closely and were relieved to find that the woman had been right, it wasn’t too deep. What worried you was that it hadn’t stopped bleeding yet. It would clearly need stitches.

You rummaged through your things to find what you needed. Ivar hadn’t said a word since you had brought him here. He just kept watching you, seeming quite relaxed, a small smile on his face, almost as if he was enjoying himself.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked him as you stepped back to the bed.

“I just like to be the center of all your attention.”

“You won’t like it as much anymore once I stick that needle into you.”

He just shrugged and followed your movements with his eyes as started to carefully clean the wound. You were quite consumed with your work when you felt Ivar’s hand slide under your shirt. First you tried to ignore it and kept working but that got more and more difficult as his hand slowly slid up your belly and his fingertips ghosted across your breasts. You ignored the warm feeling that spread through you and fiercely grabbed his arm and pulled it out from under your shirt.

“Ivar, this is really not the right time. Please let me patch you up first.”

He grinned at you, full of mischief but placed his hand back on the bed, while you fumbled with the needle.

“Does it hurt much?” You asked him as you had made the first few stitches.

He shrugged. “I’m used to pain.”

You nodded, unable to stop your eyes from wandering to his legs. If Ivar had noticed, he ignored it. You forced yourself to concentrate on your work.

As you were almost finished you could feel his hand on your hip again, fingers caressing your stomach. He hooked two fingers into the waistband of your pants and let them slide along it until he found the lacing.

“Ivar, this is really not the time, you should rest.” You said as he started to fumble to unlace your pants.

He gave you a dark grin. “You asked me to let you patch me up first. That I did. Now it is my turn.”

“You have lost a lot of blood. You should rest.”

“I can’t. You look to irresistible like this.” He whispered and slid his hand into your pants. First you didn’t know what he meant but then realized that you were still as much covered in blood as he was.

You opened your mouth to protest and tell him that he really needed to rest, but that moment his fingers slid over your folds and the words caught in your throat. Ivar noticed your reaction and smirked, knowing that he had already won that battle. His hand cupped your sex and one his fingers sneaked between your folds stroking up and down. You moaned and couldn’t stop your body from moving against his hand. His skilled fingers found your sweet little knob and he started to circle his thumb around it. You moaned out his name at the exquisite feeling. As he felt your wetness spreading under his fingers, Ivar let out a pleased little groan. Your whole body was trembling as you pressed yourself against his hand. Much too soon for your liking Ivar retrieved his had from your pants. Since he couldn’t use his left arm terribly much he to break contact to slide his right arm around your waist and pull you into the bed. As soon as he had you pressed to his chest, his lips crashed onto yours. Without breaking the kiss his hand sneaked back into your pants. He drew a few more circles around your clit before he pushed one finger inside of you. Your head fell backwards as you let out a pleasured sigh. He started to move in and out of you, his pace slowly increasing. You moaned out loudly and rocked our hips to meet his movements, already feeling the heat building up inside of you. But all of a sudden he stopped. With his head he gestured towards you shirt.

“Take that off.”

You did as he had said and he sighed as your breasts fell free from the fabric. He started to move his hand again and at the same time his mouth found one of your breasts. He was taking turns in sucking at your nipple and letting his tongue swirl around it. Soon he added another finger and thrusted them inside you more forcefully than before. Your moans got louder and louder and you could feel the heat spread from between your legs through your whole body. He let go of your breast and looked at you, a devilish grin on his face. Then he curled his fingers upward while keeping up his pace. Stars exploded in front of your eyes. He was hitting exactly the right spot. You knew you couldn’t take it much longer.

“Ivar.” You panted between your moans. “I… I’m about to…”

“That’s right.” He cooed. “Come for me, Y/N!”

Hearing his words you let go and let yourself become consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. He kept moving his hand until you were coming down form your high. As the trembling of your body subsided he pulled you on top of him. You rested your head on his chest, careful not to bring any pressure on the fresh stitches. You lay like this for a while and he stroked your hair. As you shifted your body to get more comfortable, you felt his erection press against you. You looked up to him almost in surprise.

“After you have lost so much blood?”

He shrugged and gave you a crooked grin. “It’s what you do to me.”

You smirked back at him and moved to open his pants and pull them off his legs. You gave the top of his cock a teasing lick and then moved back up to kiss him again. Very slowly you worked your way back down, trailing kisses along his jaw, his neck and down his chest. Ivar followed each of your movements, looking at you in awe. When you were back down you gave his cock a long lick from base to top and Ivar let out a long sigh. You gave him one last playful smile before you took his member into your mouth and softly started sucking while stroking its base with your hand. Ivar let out low growling noises and tangled his hand into your hair.

You were surprised as he tugged your head upwards after a while.

“Enough.” He said, his voice was thick with lust but it still had a commanding tone. “I need to be inside you.”

You bit your lip and moved back up to straddle him. You positioned yourself over his tip and moved your hips so that your folds were brushing over him making just the tiniest bit of contact.

Ivar narrowed his eyes at you. “Stop the teasing, woman. You know I’m not a patient man.”

He put his hands on your hips, as if he was ready to pull you down on him at any second.

You shook your head at him and pressed his arms back to the bed. “You still have to go easy. You lost a lot of blood today, so relax and let me do the work.”

He gave you frustrated growl and you chuckled. “I think have already suffered enough today.” You decided and slowly began to let yourself sick down on him.

You closed your eyes and relished the feeling of his thickness stretching you out. As your hips met his he filled you completely and you took a moment to adjust before you slowly started to move. You rocked your hips against his and moaned at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you. Ivar’s hands moved up your sides to play with your breasts, while he watched you bounce up and down on top of him. As you started pick up more pace he seemed unable to control himself any longer. His hands closed around your waist and he pushed you to the side in order to get on top of you. You clicked your tongue disapprovingly and shook our head, while you fought to push him back down on his back.

“I said I will do the work, otherwise I will leave and let you rest like you should.”

You knew it was an empty threat, for you wanted this as much as he did, but it seemed to work. He gave you an annoyed growl, but relaxed and looked up to you expectantly. You smiled and nodded, almost in disbelief that he had obeyed you. You placed your hands on his broad chest and started to rock your hips again. Ivar’s hands moved to your hips again but he left you in control. You kept moving your hips against his and leaned down to kiss him. But before your lips touched his he slightly turned his head and licked over your cheek. Then he kissed you deeply and you could taste the blood he had licked off your skin.

“You taste like the goddess of war.” He breathed against your lips.

As you sat back up to pick up a little more pace, Ivar dipped his fingers into the small drops of blood that were still dripping out between the stitches you had made on his chest and drew a line from your throat over one breast down to your navel. Then he repeated his actions on the other side. When he was done he looked at you, seemingly pleased with his work before his hands went to your hips again, steadying your movements. You moved faster and faster while moaning out his name. The heated knot in your stomach was growing fast. Ivar’s grip on your hips became tighter and he roughly thrusted upwards to meet your movements. You could feel yourself tighten around him as you fell over the edge. You whole body spasmed for the second time that night, while Ivar’s strong arms held you in place as he kept pounding into you. You were still riding out your orgasm as he gave one last forceful thrust and then pulled you down on him, burying himself deep inside you while he spilled his seed.

Totally out of breath you collapsed on top him. You lay like this for a while, both of you panting heavily.

Now I feel like resting.” Ivar rasped as he wrapped his arms around you.

messages from jack

be more positive

do great things, work harder

believe in yourself

be true to yourself

remember what’s important

failure is not the end

sadness isn’t weakness

don’t be a douche

you make me smile, thank you

think before you act

you got this

do your best

try your hardest

just have fun

keep on going

we all make mistakes

learn and grow

do what you can’t

everything is going to be alright

please keep on fighting

storms don’t last forever

embrace your weaknesses and fears

don’t take haters seriously

be yourself

just be happy

we all share different opinions

you are all beautiful and unique

turn your dreams and hope into a reality

if you want to do something, do it

never give up

you’re never alone

communication and discussion are so important

whatever you’re going through is temporary, suicide is permanent

get the most fun of what you have

if you didn’t achieve success today, it’s not the end of the world. tomorrow is another day so just keep on trying your best

i’m always here for you and i love you