happy 10 years!!!

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IM’S LIKE IT.

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“Hi, I’m Chuck! Here’s a few things you might need to know.”

September 24th, 2007 ♥ 10 years of Chuck.

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Happy 10 Year Anniversary to “The Shooting AKA Dear Sister”

anonymous asked:

I have this personal headcannon where Andrew actually has the cutest laugh in the fucking world but NO ONE CAN EVER KNOW THAT HES SO CUTE. Anyway, could you write a thing where Neil or even the foxes hear it for the first time and are like ???? He's so cute???

The years go on and on, and even though the other foxes might not think so, Neil can tell that Andrew is making huge steps in his recovery. He can see it in the way Andrew carries himself, in the ways he responds to certain situations, and how he acts when they’re alone together.

Quite frankly, he doesn’t care if anyone else notices, and neither does Andrew. Bee probably knows; her and Andrew still do weekly sessions over skype once he graduates and moves away, and that helps too.

More than anything, Andrew learns how to enjoy little things in life, and it all builds up to more and more good days. He still has bad ones, but deep wounds can still heal with time and distance and therapy.

Today, they’re having a quiet day in on their rest day. It’s mid-November and Chicago is miserable, so they’re content to wrap up in blankets and drink coffee and write the day off as a rest day. Neil wakes up to find Andrew in the kitchen, mockingly meow-ing back at King who is pacing around his ankles.

“He’s talkative this morning,” Neil mumbles, pouring himself coffee and then leaning against Andrew who is making them eggs.

“I drop one bit of egg on the ground and he suddenly thinks it’s all for him,” Andrew says, his hip bumping Neil’s in a silent good morning.

Neil chuckles, making kissy faces at King and drinking his coffee until the eggs are done.


After breakfast, Andrew and Neil grab their spare blankets and wrap up on the couch (which is really more of a loveseat), both of them in a corner with their legs tangled up together. Andrew grabs a book from the coffee table and opens it to wherever he had stopped last, and Neil messes around on his phone before deciding to flip through the TV channels.

It’s peaceful until King begins meowing up a storm again, pacing all around the couch like he can’t quite decide where is the best place to jump up. Andrew meows back at him once more, which gets a smile out of Neil, and Andrew glances at him out of the corner of his eye. Neil sees the telltale signs of Andrew’s happiness around his eyes, and although it’s still a rare occurrence, it’s not a complete surprise when Andrew grins too.

What does surprise both of them is the fact that King tries to jump up onto the back of the couch. It’s a lower seated piece of furniture, so he usually can make it, but today his claws sink into the fabric next to Andrew’s shoulder and squirms around for a second before dropping back to the floor. It’s almost comically Lion King-esque, and Andrew and Neil both stare at him for a second.

Then, Andrew laughs.

It’s short, but it’s almost a giggle and it’s nothing like the quiet snorts Neil has gotten so used to.

It’s so endearing that Neil can’t help but laugh along, and while he still laughs like it’s been startled out of him, he catches the way that it makes Andrew smile a little wider.

Neither of them mention it, because they don’t have to. They just go back to reading and watching TV, but every once and a while Neil can’t help but sneak a peek at Andrew.

“Pay attention to your show,” Andrew comments, not glancing up.

“Can’t,” Neil says, smile sliding back onto his face as Andrew finally looks up at him.

He doesn’t smile again, but his eyes soften and he nudges Neil’s knee with his own. “Your attention span has gotten worse and worse.”

Neil shrugs, clicking the TV off and snuggling back into his corner. “It’s not as interesting.”

Andrew rolls his eyes and looks back down at his book, and slowly Neil drifts off into a nap. Their house is quiet and calm and full of everything that makes Neil happy, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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always picking a chance to “fight”

It’s literally 5am, so I’m making a B-day post.

Happy B-Day Team Fortress!

Okay, i’ve literally only been here for less than 100 days, but I still LOVE this game! And the comics, and of course the fanbase is fucking amazing! These insane Mercs are all awesome, and I wish I could’ve found this unique hat-insanity much sooner. But I’m glad to be here now, and I hope this game can stay afloat and alive, because it deserves to!


Here’s to TF2! May it continue to be crazy, fun, and more often then not, not make a lick of damn sense! May it live on!!! and the next comic/game update better come out soon,Valve.


Also hire me, Valve. I can make movie/tv show cast-wish-lists, sarcastic one liners, and I can write random shit. Please, I need a job.


Here, celebratory gifs while I draft my negotiations job deal with VALVE! :D (haha… I wish.)

a fan asked changkyun how do you wish to appear in my memories 10 years later, he answered “that i gave you happiness”  if this isn’t the most realistic answer then idk what is and it hits you hard at how true this is ;’(

- Ignis, can you… sense light?
- To a degree, yes.
- So when dawn breaks, you’ll know it.
- I should.
- Good to know.

I think I will always love you, and that’s okay. I think my mind will always go back to if you’re okay, to what you could be doing, to if you’re happy. Even if it’s 10 years from now I’ll never forget you. No matter what I’ve been through with you. You’ll always mean something to me.
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Happy (late) 10 year anniversary Gerard and Lindsey! - September 3, 2007

“She’s the most inspiring person in the world to me. She means so much to us and never ceases to amaze me with her kindness and talent. My best friend, my sweetheart, my missing piece, and the best mother I could possibly imagine for our daughter… I love you forever!”

“I love the way he holds Bandit and is never too busy to look at something she drew. I love the way he sticks his tongue out a little when he paints. I love the way he’s scared of tattoos but constantly marvels at mine. I love his tiny teeth. I love how whenever someone tells him he’s talented he changes the subject. There’s nothing I don’t love. I have the perfect marriage with the perfect man.”