hah remember when this was a thing

“You’re staring at Mister Vimes, Reg.”

“Am I?” Reg asks, eyes fixed on Vimes’ back as he speaks to some new recruits.

“Yes Reg,” Nobby says. “You’re staring, Reg. Why’re you staring?”

“He… just reminds me of someone, sometimes. The Commander.”


He’s twenty-five and he’s standing on top of the barricades, flag in his hands and pure defiance in his voice.

He’s twenty-five and he should be dead, is dying, blood gushing from more wounds than he can count but he’s still crawling forwards, still fighting, propelled by nothing but willpower and conviction because he will. Not. Give. Up.

He’s twenty-five – but is he, still? – and fresh air washes over his face, not quite ridding him of the taste of mud and dirt still filling his mouth.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Emma! Sorry to bother you with this, but I seem to struggle a LOT with my french class, do you have any tips for studying/learning a foreign language? Thank you for your time !! Your blog has been a literal LIFESAVER for me tbh <33333 Thank you for making it!!

Hey! No bother at all! I’ve not studied any language since like 2010 so I might not be too much help hah! I’ll link you to a few things instead:

Hope this helps, and thank you so much! You’re lovely x

Condescending Manager

I’ve worked at my current hotel more than long enough that at any other business I would be treated as if I was just as competent as any other employee. But unfortunately I have the weirdest most baby talky mother fucker of a manager.

But I was warned when I first started working here by the previous new person that this behavior will continue until their is another new person. She apparently had dealt with this for 3 years…..

On to the story.

My Manager starts hovering as he usually does cause I’m “new” and starts saying things like “you could do this to make it faster” or “I usually click these buttons” but the one thing he says that pisses me off more than anything is when he says “f1 THEN f5, to save and checkout the folio” like bitch I can remember two things damn! All of these little suggestions are always unprompted.

But I have one thing up my sleeves. I’m younger and better then him at anything technology related. So obviously I decided to switch that little shortcut to f5 first then f1.

The next day he starts his usual suggestions all the while I’m waiting for “f1 then f5”. He finally says it and the following interaction occurred.

me: Hah so you’re trying to mess me up now? That’s new.

him: What?

me: Its always been f5 then f1.

Approaches computer after letting out the most fucking sarcastic sigh I’ve ever heard.

him: No no no seee…

He stands their confused as nothing happens when he hits f1 and im just sitting their watching him but I decide to mess with him more.

me:Is this some sort of weird test? Why are you doing it wrong?

him:No its always been this way….. (he really trailed off like mindfuck trailed off)

me:Well here comes some customers let me take over again.

He walks away looking extremely confused, as hes walking away

him:Okay…. Okay… Right

I really hope that ends his hovering.

LET'S ANALYSE : Yellow Diamond's song

The new Steven Bomb is crazy story-wise. So much is revealed, especially on the Diamonds, and we get an inside look at some of the aspects of Homeworld’s society. The last episode is particularly rich in terms of background and character development.

Let’s focus on the core scene from That Will Be All : Yellow Diamond’s long-awaited song.

Rebecca Sugar said she wanted to explore how different individuals deal with grief. Blue grieves by constantly remembering Pink through the Zoo which she keeps active as a reminder of her presence.

Yellow tries to use her song as a way to bring Blue back to her duties and make her leave the old memories behind. But the entire song defeats that purpose. Yellow is equally affected by Pink’s absence even though she expresses it very differently.
Their difference of personality is actually first conveyed through their outer appearances. Blue is tear-shaped, even her eyes look like they are falling, making her personality lean towards melancholy and lingering feelings.
Yellow is much more guided by actions hence her neatly squared shape. Their ships’ form capture this difference quite well.

The first part of the song is devoted to Yellow’s refusal of feeling because it is an obstacle to action : her song is mainly constituted of questions leading to the most important one : What’s the use of feeling, Blue ?

Remember : in Homeworld’s vision, what you are and what you are to do in society are the same thing.
The « use » is at the core of the Diamonds’ society. The idea of having a purpose in the gems’ society has been addressed several times, especially by Rose : “When a gem is made, it’s for a reason, they burst out of the ground already knowing what they’re supposed to be and… that’s what they are forever” (Greg the babysitter).

This is also the issue Amethyst deals with back in Steven VS Amethyst  “Hah…I know what’s wrong with me. I’m not supposed to be small”.

Hence everything needs to do something, if there is no result then there is no use. The equivalence between the use and the being is quite explicited in the song :

A army as a use, they can go and fight a war
A Sapphire has a use, she can tell you what it’s for
A Agate terrifies, a Lapis terraforms
: here the link is even stronger because of the direct association of the type of gem and the verb of action which qualifies them.

It shows just how enclosed the society is in its very foundations. But it also means that the Diamonds are not free. They could have been tyrants doing whatever they please. But no, the Diamonds are bound by the exact same rule :

Where’s their Diamond when they need her, Blue ? : this is a clear reproach.
You’ve got to be a leader Blue !

We clearly see the similarity between an Agate terrifies and you’ve got to BE a leader, Blue. This casts a slightly different light on the Diamonds.
Of course they are still tyranical villains and Ruby is there to remind us for that (”I can’t believe all that stuff about Blue Diamond being merciful! She’s a shatterer!”, Gem Heist.)
Nonetheless we can’t ignore the fact that the burden of their own society system still weights on their shoulders. This allows a possibility for the future. Now the Diamonds do not know they are being seen by Steven and Greg, and through them, by the viewer. This is the perfect configuration to expose their flaws and weaknesses. This is where Yellow’s purpose is defeated. By pondering on feeling, she herself remembers Pink and grieves even though she hides better than Blue. The central rupture is here :

Yes of course we still love her and we’re always thinking of her…

The we means she identifies with Blue, she shares her grief. This first recognition is immediatly followed by a return of action and how feeling blocks action :

But now there’s nothing we can do so tell me what’s the use of feeling Blue ?

Yellow finally admits her feelings at the end of the song :

Oh yes of course we still her and we’re always thinking of her
Don’t you know
I miss her too ?

We clearly see the shift from the we to the I, allowing Yellow to sing in her own name. This progressive acceptance of feeling is very well emphasized by the music : the sudden speeding up at the end reflects how Yellow is trapped in her own song and overwhelming grief. Yellow is not only expressing her pain through her words, she also feels it physically, through her voice and posture.

She then repeats what’s the use of feeling for herself, trying to convince herself.

The disposition of the lyrics shows that Yellow is not quite ready to leave the past behind despite what she says :

Start looking forward and stop looking back !

If Yellow really didn’t understand feeling, the two segments would have been reversed. The fact that she ends on looking back precisely triggers her pain.
While she tells Blue that feeling is basically useless for their role, she herself expresses feelings. This is already quite apparent from the chorus and title : what’s the use of feeling, Blue ? If you understand it with the comma, it’s about the refusal of feeling but since it is sung, you hear at the same time what’s the use of feeling blue ? which accepts the very concept of feeling in the first place.

What is actually quite paradoxical is that Diamonds are actually capable of feeling when the humans from the Zoo don’t even know “what hurt is” (The Zoo). Diamonds seem more human than the humans. This « flaw », when a Diamond is supposed to be perfect, may allow assomptions on a possible way to treat with the Diamonds other than fighting, since shattering them is out of the question in the Steven era.

Another thing this song stages is the role of the Pearls. It has been mentioned a few times now that Pearls act as servants in Homeworld and our Pearl’s poor treatment by Holly Blue during the episodes reflects it. Now the Diamonds’ Pearls seem quite different. They act like some kind of confidantes as you may find them in old plays. This type of character usually is the servant of the noble or royal person and allows them to relieve their inner thoughts. It is quite apparent in this scene because of Yellow taking them in her hand and them actually singing together : they support the song and accompagny it with their dancing.

So, nice try Yellow but don’t we all know that singing is always about feeling in SU ?

PS : The lack of any mention of White Diamond is unsettling…

anonymous asked:

Ahh yay asks are open!! Could I pls request a scenario with daddy!Kacchan and his s/o who have a young daughter that has Kacchan's exact personality so she is always causing trouble for them? thanks <3

I had a lot of fun typing this out! Just imagining Daddy!Kacchan makes me swoon…. like just imagine him older, so tall and much more built and ughhhh he’s so beautiful (*≧∀≦*)

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Bakugo, Katsuki (Daddy!Kacchan)

“Get off my case old man!” Kana snapped, shrugging off her father’s grip against her shoulder. She pushed passed the tall man and went straight to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her in the process. Everything down to her personality was the spitting imaging of her Pro Hero father, King Explodo. Spiky blonde hair with fiery eyes to match the sharp attitude and as the years pass, she has grown into the same passionate stubborn young teenager he was back in his day. This spitting image of Bakugo, Katsuki also had his track record of destroying things, the same vulgar mouth and his horribly inflated ego. Kirishima who was still close friends with this girl’s father let him in on all the trouble she got herself into at U.A. There were no secrets in this family. 

“DON’T SLAM DOORS IN MY GODDAMN HOUSE!” Bakugo screamed back standing in the hallway, his tightly clenched fists shaking from all the anger he was trying to keep within himself. He knew he would be cursed to have a child who acted like himself, it was pay back for all the years he mistreated his own parents. Even his mom told him so. “Fuck my life…. she’s making me age faster….” he murmured, one of his hands going up to pinch the bridge of his nose roughly, sighing out loudly.

His wife giggled behind him while she patted against his broad back, “she’s at her rebellious stage… you had and still have one too. I know she’s a lot to handle sometimes…. but so were you honey.”

“Why can’t she be two again? Or be like her damn brother.” Bakugo groaned turning to face his wife with a large pout. A small coo caught his attention and he looked down to the bundle in his wife’s arms. He gently caressed the tiny bald head of their newest addition to the Bakugo family with a small smirk, this child looked like his wife and not him.

“He’s barely a month… of course he’s not getting on your nerves yet,” Mrs. Bakugo added, “Don’t be angry with Kana….she was an only child for so long… I think she’s scared Kasumi will take all of the attention away from her…. you know the two of you always had a close bond, go talk to her a little…. try not to piss her off this time though.”

Knocking on the door, Bakugo waited for an answer before entering Kana’s room but his knocks went unanswered irritating him instantly. “I’m coming i—-!!!” The second he opened his daughter’s room he was met with a pillow slammed against his face, both his fists steaming from his anger. He chanted calming words in his mind, the only way he could control his anger around his kids, otherwise their house wouldn’t be standing any longer. ‘Stay calm! Stay calm! This is your kid! Your Kid!!’

“Get out!” the tiny girl screamed, hiding under her blanket and Bakugo melted, his anger cooled down and he felt a smirk start to rise on his cheeks. She was so determined not to be seen, it was ridiculous. He remembered he did this exact thing to his parents.



“I’m sorry.”


“I’m sorry…… You have been lonely right?” Bakugo began, walking over to the girl’s bed and sat at the edge, his crimson irises looking around her room. It was always odd to see himself on posters and billboards, even weirder when he was made into cheap action figures sold around the world but seeing his merchandise plastered all over his daughter’s room made him feel warm inside. She was always his biggest fan. “Your mother and I have been spending a lot of time with your little brother… I know…. but we don’t love you any less, dumbie.”

He paused, his glance now on the little bump under the covers that stayed silent, “I know it’s rough…. and changing is hard…. but you know, you’ll be protecting him right. Like a real hero.” and this caught Kana’s attention, he knew so because she poked her head out from under the covers.

“You going soft on me now old man? That was just cheesy as hell… gross…” she murmured, her cheeks a slight tint of red. His words moved the little girl but she wouldn’t admit that to him. “…. I am the best kid dammit…. why’d you have to knock up that hag again….”

“Watch your goddamn mouth!”

“What did you say to me!? Get out old man! Out! Out! Out!”

“THAT’S IT!” Bakugo grabbed his small daughter and threw her over his shoulder, she screamed, kicking and punching to get out of his grasps. Bakugo’s furrowed brows twitched harshly as her quirk started to spark within her palms, of course she would inherit his incredible quirk. She blasted a few explosions as he forced the girl from her own room and back to the living room with her mother. “What did we say about using your quirk inside the damn house?! You want to get punished huh!?”

“Now Kana…. calm down….. please don’t wake up your brother… Mama wants to get some sleep tonight.”

SHAAADDAP!!” the little girl scream, a series of explosions erupting from her tiny palms and just like her mother had warned, the tiny Kasumi began to scream along with his sister. Both the older Bakugo’s ripping out their hair.



IT WAS BOTH OF YOU——!! NOW SHUT IT!” When mama Bakugo was the one to scream, both Bakugo and Kana fell silent, scared of the dark shadow that consumed the woman. They messed up big time and pissed off mama! She was tired, irritated and wanted to nap but no one in her family was going to let that happen, not unless she made it happen. “Now…. Mama’s going to get some rest…. Daddy take the baby, Kana—” she paused to hand over the fussy baby to the shaken husband’s free hand and then turned to grip the girl by her cheeks, forcing her daughter to stare into her dark threatening smile. “You. Must. Behave…… Or else.

There was a reason Bakugo married and had his children with this woman, she could easily tame the King of Explosions, his tiny explosive kids were nothing different. 

Gaffe [Jin]

{{ noun // an unintentional act or remark causing embarrassment to its originator; a blunder }}

Accidentally texting your ex is never good… Right?

Slight Angst, Fluff. Slice of Life AU. 1,383 words.

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You: Hey, can you pick up some eggs on the way home?

You send the text to your roommate, hoping she’ll see it once she gets out of her afternoon class and goes grocery shopping. You walk around your shared apartment, vacuuming each room and doing your laundry. It was your turn this week for house chores, so might as well get it out of the way before you dive into your movie marathon later and get too comfortable and lazy to do your share of the work. Your phone buzzes, and you grab it off the table.

Jin: I think you texted this to the wrong number.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion until you take notice of the name. Jin? Well, shit. You screwed up majorly.

You sent it to your ex-boyfriend.

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Thoughts Into Reality (Evan Hansen x Reader)

Anon says- Can I get a wedding between Evan and Reader? it would be so cute!

Oops re-uploaded! Regardless, thank you for requesting! I tried making this as gender neutral as possible, but towards the end it ended up not haha.Regardless, this was actually really fun!! It has been about 2 years since I have written anything, so this is really new as well! I hope you enjoy this lil fic c:

Word count- 1027

Warnings- None!





The only sound filling the room, a large grandfather clock, standing in the corner of the room. Your nerves were beginning to get the better of you, especially now that there are only a few more moments left.

Left until you become (Y/N) Hansen.

(Y/N) Hansen.

You smile at the thought as you examine yourself in the large mirror. Simple, yet fashionable. The light blue outfit complemented you in every way, adding to the stunning look. Your (h/l) locks styled perfectly to frame your face.

Suddenly, a light tap comes to your door. You see the door in the mirror open and smile wider.

“Shouldn’t you be out waiting?”

“I’m your maid of honor. I can be where I want” Zoe responds, entering the room and closing the door behind her. She walked over towards you and wraps her arms around your body, enveloping you in a welcoming hug. One that you know so well.

Hugging her back, you giggled, “Zoe, you’re going to mess up my outfit- “

“Hush, this may be the last hug I get for a while, let me enjoy it.”

After what seemed like hours, she let go and took two steps back.

“Guess what time it is, (N/N)!” Zoe exclaimed, eyes wide.

You gave a shaky breath and smiled. “Oh my god I’m getting married.”

Fairy lights were hung everywhere, leading you to the door. The door that leads outside.

To Evan.

Zoe stood to your side, while Alana stood in front of you.

Holding out her arm, Zoe looked at you. “Think of it like follow the leader. Alana being our conductor.”

“And I, for one, believe myself to be a wonderful conductor. I have you, (Y/N), you’ll be fine.”

You gently held onto Zoe’s arm and nodded. “R-right… No big deal…Just have to walk in front of people and marry someone I’m deeply in love with. I mean yeah, okay.” You looked at the two and smiled.

“Okay?” They both said in union.


The soft music began playing outside, and the doors opened. You gently gasped as you looked at the scenery displayed in front of you. Of course, it had to be outdoors. Not that you would complain.

Gently glowing fairy lights hung from the trees, flowers placed everywhere. The alter covered in flower petals and soft glowing candle sticks. Everything looked perfect.

Walking down the grass aisle, familiar and new faces standing, and the lighting was breathtaking.

Evan’s attention immediately went to you. Gently gasping, his eyes widened. He, Evan Hansen, had the honor to marry you. Something he never would have even imagined in high school. But here he is, standing at the altar, wearing a light blue suit, and staring at you.

You were everything he could dream of and more.

He gently fidgeted with the hem of his suit as he watched you walk in front of him. Zoe and Alana took their places and watched the you both.

Evan looked at you, cheeks flushed a bright red, and he smiled. “Th-this is actually happening?” he asked quietly, still not believing that you would marry him.

“Of course this is happening, I love you, Evan” You saying, smiling as you gently took his trembling hands.

“I love you too, (Y/N)”

And so, the wedding began.

“Oh, wow, o-okay… We’re doing vows now? Okay…” Evan mumbled as he stood up a bit straighter and looked at you.

As he looked at you, you could only see one thing so clearly in his eyes.


Nothing but love.

“Right, hah, wh-where do I even begin…?” Evan started out, gently ruffling his hair.

He closed his eyes, let out a small breath, and opened his eyes. “Alright. (Y/N). When did we meet each other? Late senior year? Gosh… Y’know, d-do you remember the time y-you wore your clothing backwards and inside out on the first day we met? I think that was the day I fell in love with you.” He laughs and gently holds your hand, glancing at your hands and then looking into your eyes.

“Y-you were so embarrassed, and your blush reached your ears… You were insanely cute. A-and you stayed insanely cute! Really!”

You laugh and gently squeeze his hands.

“A-and now look at you! Your outfit isn’t backwards o-or inside out, it is…. It’s perfect, you’re perfect. And I want to stay wi-with you and your perfectness for the rest of my life. I love you, everything about you.”

With tears in his eyes, he gently presses his lips to your knuckles.

Laughing, you smile and nod, tears forming.

“Evan Hansen, you are such a wonderful person. Y-you’re just everything anyone could want and more. Evan, you put your heart into every action you take, every word you say.” You pause to look at him and giggle.

“When we had that sleepover together during mid-terms and you fell asleep on my shoulder, everything became so clear. You trusted me. You trust me. That is all I could ever ask for. Thank you, Evan, for everything you’ve done. I love you.”

You both laugh, tears slowly spilling and rolling down both your cheeks. Zoe carefully hands you both your wedding rings.

Evan takes one, and you follow.

Evan’s trembling hand slowly grasps your shaking one and he looks at you once more.

“(Y/N), wear this ring as a sign of my love and dedication that will last the rest of my life.“

Sliding the ring on your finger, he smiles.

Gently taking Evan’s hand, you look into his eyes.

“Evan, with this ring I take you to be my trusted partner for life.”

You slide the ring on his finger.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Evan moved closer and gently cupped your cheek. “I’ll…I’ll never let you go.”

“And I’ll always catch you when you fall.”

“I love you, (Y/N) Hansen” Evan whispered, gently wiping your fallen tears away with his thumb.

“I love you, Evan Hansen.”

And he proceeded to kiss you slowly, wanting to make this moment last forever.

And finally making this thought, this dream, into a reality.

miraimisu  asked:

Hi-ya, daily request bot Mirai asking for a little kacchako request? What about servant!Bakugou getting princess!Uraraka out of trouble at a masquerade dance? n__n

AHHH Mirai I don’t think you understand how much this idea means to me. It really sparked my muse and I’m so sorry it got so out of hand it’s crazy and this huge steampunk AU now LOL! XD I hope you enjoy this!! Thank you SO MUCH for the request!! <3

To The Skies

Part 1 (Ao3)

Summary: When the royal family’s masquerade ball goes horribly wrong, it’s up to servant boy Bakugou Katsuki to rescue the princess, Uraraka Ochako. But his rescue mission is about to change both of their lives completely, and eventually Uraraka will want to reclaim her throne.

WC: 5,417

Tiny fingers curled around counter, red eyes barely peering over the edge. The smells of the kitchen permeated his nose, freshly baked bread, shrimp, meat, and in the background was the hint of cake, still cooking in the oven. It practically sparkled on the table, pristine, untouched…and he was so close. If he moved his tiny fingers forward even a bit, he could probably grab–

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anonymous asked:

Wouldn't you mind write something about Kinabra, please? A kiss would be nice, but you choose^^

Ah, now here’s something I’ve never written about before…
I hope you enjoy it!

Words: ~ 2100 | Also available of FFN and AO3.

A Kiss for Kinana
by request

The Fairy Tail Guild had hosted an all-guilds ball for Valentine’s Day earlier in the year. [1] The decorations had been magnificent, the food had been superb (Erza had chosen the desserts), and the drinks had been almost-but-not-entirely-free from magical shenanigans.

As usual, the antics of the rowdier mages had been spectacular. Kinana, who had been diligently acting as wait-staff throughout the evening, had even heard that Gray-san had somehow stolen Lyon-san’s specially-hired canal boat and then turned it over to Guildmaster Jellal and Erza-san for the rest of the evening. That sounded improbable at best, which meant that it was likely true. In any event, Kinana had been surprisingly uninterested in all of strange (i.e., usual) goings-on. The thing was… well, the thing was that Erik, the dragon slayer also known as Cobra, had arrived at Fairy Tail along with his guildmaster and colleagues. Kinana had known him immediately.

When she had last seen him, he had been taken into custody by magical law-enforcement officials before she could talk to him properly. He had insisted that he wasn’t the one who had been calling out to her for some time previously, but she’d known better. She had abided by his clear wish for her not to become embroiled with his problems, and she had watched him go. They had shared a smile then that had seemed to hold a promise - or at least a sliver of hope - for the future. So why had she not seen him since? True, he had been imprisoned for some time, but eventually, Jellal-san had formed Crime Sorcière and he had somehow been released.

Somebody - Wakaba, perhaps - had explained that Crime Sorcière was not like other guilds. They were a guild of loners and misfits; people making up for past crimes that were not easily forgiven or forgotten. Kinana had nodded as though she understood, but she had still woken most mornings wondering if today was the day that he would finally be able to come to the Fairy Tail guildhall so that they could finally be together again, in some as-yet-unknown way. It had been very odd to sense him approaching the hall on that February evening; even stranger to see him looking somehow more whole than he had before - healthier in both body and spirit.

She had waited patiently for him to come find her, knowing without words that he didn’t want every interaction scrutinized by the mingling throng. It had finally happened when the expected brawling had begun - and only after Erza-san had departed with Guildmaster Jellal.

Thank you for waiting. I’d promised the others to do my part to make sure Jellal finally took a break and, uh, spent some time with Erza.

The incredible relief at hearing the longed-for for voice in her mind had almost overcome her then, but she had finished serving her customer before requesting a break from Mirajane that was promptly allowed. With a sigh and a slight shiver, she had stepped out the back door of the guildhall into the frosty air.

“Not really warm enough for you here, I’m sorry.” Erik’s voice - Cobra’s voice – had been at once entirely unknown and perfectly familiar to Kinana. It had been disorienting, but she had moved closer to the man nonetheless.

They had studied each other in silence for some time. Kinana had been unsure what to do, or say, and Erik had seemed content to just stand there with her. Eventually, he had given her a rather twisted smile.

“I guess I should let you get back to work – and get out of the cold, too.” And then, even before she could react to the terribly common-place and therefore hurtful words, he had flung up a hand and added: “No – wait! Ah, I knew I’d be terrible at this…”

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40 Unsent Messages

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter

Characters: Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecss

Pairing: Killua/Gon, KilluGon

Words: 898


1. “Why are you asking me if you should say yes to her? Can’t you decide on your own?”
2. “It’s up to you. Do you like her? If yes, go on. If no, I don’t understand why you can’t just turn her down.”
3. “Flip a coin. I don’t really care about your lovelife- “
4. “Don’t.”
5. “You should. She seems nice.”

Warning: Major Character Death

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Who Will Win? (Part 2)

Prompt: Jefferson (Once Upon A Time) sees you on the sidewalk one day, his “dead” wife.

Word Count: 1517

Warning: Threats, language, angst, sadness, sick parent

Notes: This will span from season 1 through 5, if you don’t want spoilers, maybe don’t read this, haha. Also, the reader’s Storybrooke name is Alice. Beta’d by the amazeballs @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and badgered @amarvelouswritings Thank you both! Could never get this done without you!

Tags:  @amarvelouswritings @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise19982sand @missinstantgratification @thejulesworld@obsessedwithmisha

Sebastian Stan Tags: @obsessedwithmisha @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock

Who Will Win Tags: @mrs-lancelot @elivanah @ultrarebelheart


Same day, same awful day. Screaming, yelling, crying, whining bridezilla’s filled your shop. You were rushing, trying to help Karen with orders, dresses, sizing, and getting choices for brides. It was hectic, busy, and stressful.

You didn’t know it, but on your way to work, Jefferson had watched you walk to work and was watching you all day. He wanted to help you. He could see the stress etched into your face as you huffed while filling out orders and running around the shop, but he couldn’t very well do that. So he just sat and observed you.

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anonymous asked:

childhood-bestfriend!hoseok 👀 + the most embarrassing thing you've witnessed y/n done or happened to her?

childhood-bestfriend!hoseok: “hah, too many to keep track of but the first one ever must be when we were six and she fell down on her butt because she thought there was a chair behind her,”

y/n: “that hurt!”

childhood-bestfriend!hoseok: “and i ran over to help you up, remember?”

y/n: “…fine.”

send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty

anonymous asked:

subaru: hey fam we don't really need to have six of us right, I mean the guy isn't even that good at b-ball. reiji: everyone let's go 2 the demon world. subaru, carry ayato. subaru: hah? again? it's an annoyance! *does it anyway*

subarus just jealous cuz he doesnt know a single thing about basketball. he tried to shoot once and the ball hit the hoop and bounced back and hit him in the face

DO U REMEMBER IN THAT ONE SHU/SUBARU SUB SCENE when subaru thought that shu died and he started crying like immediately. and then shu popped back up like “hey guys im fine” and subaru was like WHAT I WASNT CRYING. theres no point to this story i just wanted to remind u all about this scene

Double Trouble Reunion, part 5

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Avengers,

universe: Double Trouble universe (Steve and Tony, T2 and S2)

summary: While it seems that everything is going perfect, the truth about each other has to be revealed and change everything

length: 7 762 words

a/n: I am pulling a risky move here, and I hope you won’t kill me, hah! remember that likes and feedback make me happy, and I am very curious what you think about this chapter!


Double Trouble Reunion, part 5

It was funny, how easily a person could adjust to a new situation. From a couple, they became a threesome. From a threesome, a foursome. It was a good, satisfying experience, as they all experienced new boundaries, discovered things they never thought about before and enjoyed a whole lot of exciting opportunities.

There were definitely more advantages than drawbacks, and that was why, Tony often wondered why he had problems when T2 had fell out of the portal for the first time, many months ago. Back then, there were many feelings battling in him, many he couldn’t name anymore, or just didn’t want to admit to having them, and it all didn’t seem to matter in the new situation. He never in his life expected to have three people loving him in a way Steves and T2 did. It was something great, something that made him indescribably happy.

That was why he became so indescribably sad, when he woke up in an empty bed.

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My grandmother had Alzheimer’s. She passed away last night but something she said before she died has been keeping me up.

by reddit user defnotleland

Last night my grandmother passed away. She was 79 years old. Which I guess is a pretty long time. It’s actually .3 years older than the US average. So I guess I can’t complain. But, still. It sucks.

My grandma’s death wasn’t unexpected. For the past 5+ years she’s suffered from Alzheimer’s. She was always a little ditzy, so at first no one really noticed something was wrong. Then slowly over time, things became more apparent.

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anonymous asked:

About the captain marvel thing: captain marvel used to be a black woman named monica Rambeau but marvel hasn't even so much as mentioned her so :/

So technically she  is white washed. Hah…doesn’t surprise me at all. They do shit like this, it happened to Green Lantern. You have these iconic heroes who are poc, but when they are on the brink of getting famous or well known the creators white wash them and hardly anyone remembers that they were poc.

Seek at Mekakucity #1

Alright, so I’ve translated the first episode (and will do the same with the others unless someone beats me to it) because why not? XD Y’all can watch the raws on YouTube here. I’m only not posting the videos myself because that doesn’t seem very legal and I don’t want my account to be suspended or terminated for it.

Second Night || Third Night || Fourth Night || Kisaragi Momo no Nemurase Night

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My grandmother had Alzheimer's. She passed away last night but something she said before she died has been keeping me up.

Last night my grandmother passed away. She was 79 years old. Which I guess is a pretty long time. It’s actually .3 years older than the US average. So I guess I can’t complain. But, still. It sucks.

My grandma’s death wasn’t unexpected. For the past 5+ years she’s suffered from Alzheimer’s. She was always a little ditzy, so at first no one really noticed something was wrong. Then slowly over time, things became more apparent. Walking into rooms and not remembering why she was there. Making the wrong dish for dinner. Calling one of my uncles the wrong name. Little stuff. But then pretty soon it was getting up at midnight and cleaning the house as if it was midday. Staring at blank walls for hours on end. Unable to make dinner at all. Not being able to recall anyone’s name.

Alzheimer’s is a hell of a disease. It eats you from the inside. Feasts on the old you, the one everyone knows, the one everyone loves. It hollows you out and leaves something else behind.

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