have you ever seen a more adorable human

Nightmares and New Toys - Carl Grimes x Reader

Lorelai talks very maturely for her age, but this isn’t something I’ve just made up as an excuse for her to talk like a five year old. When you have older siblings and cousins then it’s easier to pick up information. Say the kid wants to keep up with their five older siblings who are all older than six, the child has to learn everything faster. I know many kids who have gone through this. 

Request: @livelikethereisnomidnight (The link isn’t working so I really hope you get to see this!)

Summary: Carl and the Reader are older and have two children. Their daughter Lorelai has a nightmare and needs her father to cheer her up.

Characters: The Reader, Carl, Lorelai and Glenham

POV: Second Person

Warnings: Fluff and lots of cuteness

Nightmares and New Toys

It was two in the morning when you woke up to the sound of crying. Immediately you jumped up in your bed and grabbed the pistol you kept on the nightstand. Feverishly searching around your room for an intruder, only to lay eyes on your husband, Carl. He was running to the door, hastily while trying to put on his night pants. This would have been the moment when you yelled at him for never listening to you and putting clothes on after you had sex, but you were focused on the crying that you now identified as your daughter.

“Carl, what happened?” You asked, but he was already down the hallway in her room. Following after him you practically flew into the room, praying to God that the cause of her tears wouldn’t be a monstrous creature tearing her soft flesh from her little bones. To your relief, you walked in to see her crying into Carl’s shoulder. He was rubbing her back and whispering into her ear.

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s okay, daddy’s here now. I love you my little Lorelai.” Lorelai continued to cry into his shoulder,

“D-d-daddy, t-the m-monster e-eaten y-you a-and mo-mommy.” You ran over to her, she must have had a bad dream.

“Baby, no. Daddy and I are right here, we’re okay. Lorelai, you’re safe, we all are.” She stayed, a tiny little thing enveloped in Carl’s big arms. Her arms squeezed around his neck,

“Mommy, they took you from me.” You looked at Carl and he gave you a sad smile. You knew what he was asking. He wanted you to let Lorelai sleep in your bed, something you had dealt with for nearly three years. You were done with letting her kick you off your own bed, but seeing how upset she was you nodded at Carl and he smiled brightly.

“Hey, babygirl. Do you want to lay in mommy and daddy’s bed.” She picked her head up from his shoulder and looked at him,

“Mhmm. I want to lay with you and mommy.” He rubbed the back of her head in his hand and you wiped the tears from her cheeks. Carl handed you Lorelai and you went back into your bedroom, only to find your son laying under three layers of blankets. You smiled at Carl,

“It doesn’t seem like we’re getting any sleep.” He chuckled.

“It’s okay, I got a shift at seven.” You set Lorelai on the bed and tucked her under the covers next to Glenham. Carl sat down next to Glenham and kissed his forehead. “Hey, buddy. What are you doing here?” Glenham stretched his arms and yawned.

“I heard you guys were up and I wanted to get up, too.” You scoffed.

“Bubby, we’re up because Lorelai had a bad dream.” He looked over at her and hugged her.

“No, Lorelai, don’t cry. Don’t cry, little sister.” You put your hand over your chest and looked up at Carl. He mouthed to you, ‘He’s so sweet’. You nodded and got under the covers.

“Lorelai, you okay now?” She frowned and shook her head at you. You thought about what would cheer her up. She loved ice cream, but it was not even three in the morning. She loved playing with Glenham and Hershel on the little swings Rick installed, but it was too early to be waking everyone up with the sound of their cackling laughter. What about blueberry muffins. The other day Carl found a powdered box of muffin mix so you made them yesterday. No one was allowed to eat them because you were saving them for the party Rick and Michonne were throwing for everyone, but you could always make more.

“Would you feel better if daddy got you a muffin.” She practically shot up from the bed,

“Yes, yes, yes! Daddy, get me a muffin!” She squealed, zealously. You giggled as Carl groaned.

“Baby, why me? Why can’t you go get them?” You gave him a mischievous smirk and reached over top of Lorelai and Glenham and gave him a teasing kiss on the cheek. It was soft, but full of desire and it lasted just long enough to get him going, but not long enough to satisfy his lust.

“You’re going to go get them muffins because mommy knows daddy wants to play with mommy’s toys. If daddy doesn’t, mommy won’t let daddy touch her toys, ever again.” Carl virtually fell off the bed and raced down the stairs. You fell on the bed laughing hysterically.

“Mommy, you have new toys? I want to play with them.” Glenham exclaimed with a smiled.

“Yeah, I want to play with them, too.” Lorelai shouted. Your eyes became the size of cantaloupes. What could you say? You couldn’t exactly tell your children they couldn’t play with your toys because that would more incest and sexual abuse. They didn’t know what most of that sentence meant. They were toddlers.

“Bubby’s, I was just kidding. I don’t have any new toys, but I promise when I go on the run tomorrow with Grandpa Rick, Grandma Michonne and Auntie Judith we’ll definitely get you new toys.” They both frowned.

“Mommy, that’s too bad. I really wanted to play with your new toys.” Lorelai said with her arms crossed.

“Yeah, but daddy’s bringing you muffins. Doesn’t that sound yummy?” You asked.

“Yay!” They shouted. As if on cue Carl walked in the room with a plate of muffins. He sat on the bed and the kids immediately grabbed a muffin scarfing it down.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Guys, you must really be hungry, you’re eating like walkers.” You giggled and hugged him.

“I love you.” He kissed the side of your head.

“I love you, too. Now, let’s get them back to bed.” With full bellies, the kids fell back asleep and you and Carl followed suit.

“Y/N, babe. Hey, wake up, I have to go.” It was Carl, he was shaking your arm. You yawned and stretched your arms over your head.

“Hey, you’re leaving now?” He nodded, you sat up and looked over at Lorelai and Glenham.

“They’re still asleep, just let them.” He whispered and you nodded. Looking into his eyes in a moment of silence you cupped the back of his neck in your hand. Your fingers dancing on the silky waves that fell effortlessly from his head. He raised his hand and wrapped one of his arms around you, the other rested on your cheek, slowly stroking your smooth skin. Unable to take the tension you brought his lips to yours, melding them together in heavenly bliss. The arm around your waist lowered as he cupped your ass, pulling you into his lap. His tongue circled yours, enlisting a moan from deep in your throat. Your hips began to gyrate into his unintentionally, but neither of you were against it.

“Mommy?” Lorelai asked. You finally realized you were dry-humping your husband in the same bed as your children and you scurried away from him. Carl practically leapt from the bed.

“Hey, baby girl. Did you sleep well?” You asked her, pulling your shirt down from where Carl had accidentally pushed it up. She rubbed her eyes and sat up.

“No nightmares?” Asked Carl, from the corner of the room. Lorelai nodded ‘yes’ and Carl walked back over to the bed in front of . “Good, baby I have to go now so give me a kiss.” He said puckering his lips out to her. Lorelai screamed,

“No, daddy! Don’t go! Daddy, please stay!” You and Carl looked at each other, surprised. Carl got in the middle of the bed and pulled her into his arms.

“Baby, don’t cry. Hey, it’s okay.”

“Then don’t go, daddy!” She cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. He cradled her and started to sing,

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy”

You layed down on the bed in a curled up ball. His voice was cracked and hoarse, but it was beautiful in its own way. The way he held her was mesmerizing, his love for her evident in the tightness of his hug. You just watched, as he looked into her eyes with more love for one human being than you had ever seen before.

“When skies are gray

You’ll never know dear

How much, I love you

So please don’t take

My sunshine away”

When he finished she was gingerly touching his cheeks, smiling at his beautiful blue eyes. He made a face and she started to giggle.

“Daddy! You’re so silly!” You smiled at the adorable action. They were so sweet together.

“I am, but baby I have to go now. Can you let me?” She frowned and crossed her arms.

“Fine daddy,” She paused. “But under one condition, you bring me more muffins.”

“I can do that.” He said as he bent down to kiss her nose. She giggled under his gentle touch and he sat her back down on the bed.

“Bye daddy, bring me muffins.” She said, bouncing on the bed.

“Bye my baby, I love you.” He said with a sad smile.

“I love you, too.” She responded happily. You got up off the bed and walked to him. He pulled you in by your waist and kissed you.

“I love you, Carl.”

“I love you, too.” You smiled at each other and he suddenly gave you a mischievous smirk.

“Can we set up some playtime tonight, you did promise me.” You scoffed and put a hand over your heart.

“I promise you nothing,” He frowned. “But I don’t see why not. I’m nice about sharing my toys.” He chuckled and brought your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“Daddy? What are you doing? Go get my muffins.” You and Carl started howling at Lorelai. She was adorable.

“Fine, I’m going. Love you guys, see you soon.” Carl said, defensive. You shook your head in disbelief and hugged him.

“Have fun.” He gave you a questioning look and walked out the door.

“I won’t have fun until I get to play with your toys.” You giggled as he lept down the stairs and out the door. Wow, it was going to be hard to wait for him to get back.

Love you all! 😗 Like and Comment, I love feedback, even if its constructive! Hope you have a super great rest of your week!

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anonymous asked:

Can you do more stowaway asks? Like with tailgate+cyclonus or rung (I hope It's okay to ask for first two combined and I hope I spelled the names right )

Tailgate and Cyclonus 

  • “Cyclonus, look what I found!” “That’s nice Tailga- why do you have a human?!”
  • Tailgate thinks the smol is the most adorable thing he’s ever seen, and is practically cooing over them while Cyclonus is like, “they aren’t a pet! We have to tell someone!” 
  • “Shh, I’m already calling Whirl!” “Why him???”
  • “Whirl, listen. Cyclonus and I have a child.” “Congratulations.”
  • Cyclonus decides Ratchet would be best to go to so he could check on the human’s health.
  • They quickly become the smol’s parents. Tailgate is always talking about how much he loves his baby.


  • He’s fascinated. He’s never encountered a real human before. So small, so soft.
  • He kneels down and smiles gently, saying “It’s alright, little one. I won’t harm you. I’m just going to take you to my friend so you can get a check-up.”
  • He’s extremely gentle with the child, and makes sure everyone keeps their distance as to not scare them.
  • He’s always wanted a sparkling, and this little smol becomes the light of his life. One day they call him “Papa.” He cries. 
We shall walk this world together

A/N: You’ve done perfectly fine, my dear! Thank you for the request, I hope this is what you had in mind! 

Pairing: Legolas x Reader 

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: A bit over 1000 or something, I forgot to count them … 

It was already dark when you reached the gates of Moria. With a tired sigh you sat down on a large boulder on the shore of a lake. Why were the places you wanted to go always so hard to reach? The company had fought their way through a giant swamp for hours, just to get to Moria, and now that you were there it wasn’t even sure if you could get in, or survive what would wait for you inside. Your cloak and trousers were stained with mud, making it uncomfortable to sit in any position. Merry and Pippin plopped down next to you, groaning and whining loudly about how much they hated walking all day.

With a smile you listened to their complaints for a while. Internally you agreed with nearly everything they said, even though you didn’t understand exactly what they meant when they talked about a second breakfast. Still you liked the two hobbits. They were upbeat, positive people and always good for a laugh. In short they were the perfect people to keep you happy on an exhausting quest like this.

“They are quite entertaining, aren’t they?”

You startled and turned around, only to find Legolas, the prince of Mirkwood standing behind you, watching Merry and Pippin with a fond smile. You hadn’t talked to him much, but you had noticed him instantly when he had sat down at the council. Since then your mind had more often than not wandered to him while you had walked in the wilderness, even though you didn’t want to admit it. Maybe it was just because you weren’t used to his elvish perfection.

In response you nodded and turned your attention back to the two hobbits.

“They are adorable.”

You heard him chuckle behind you.

“That’s one way to say it. They are like children. I still wonder why Lord Elrond let the two of them join us on our quest. It is too dangerous for them.”

With a smile you scooted left to make room for the elf, patting the free space beside you invitingly.

“Gandalf says Hobbits have hidden qualities.” You pondered. “Maybe we just haven’t discovered their true potential yet.”

Legolas sat down next to you and stared at the subjects of your discussion thoughtfully.

“That might be true. If Aragorn taught me one thing, it’s that you should never judge someone by their appearance.”

“You’re very close with him, aren’t you?” You questioned. “How is that? You are a prince of Mirkwood and he’s a human ranger… It doesn’t seem very likely that you two should become such great friends as you are.”

“As you said he’s a ranger. He’s travelling Middle-earth with many missions, and not few of them led him to Mirkwood. We have known each other for a long time, him and I.”

“Speaking of a long time… How old are you?” You blurted out.

You had been asking yourself that question for days, knowing of the immortality of the elves. You just couldn’t tell. You knew he had to be young for an elf, but that could mean anything under 10,000 years, and therefore didn’t even closely answer your question.

Legolas smirked at your question, obviously knowing how confusing it was for you. Obviously it was amusing to him to see a human so confused by his elvish persona.

“Old by human standards, but young by elvish ones.” He answered.

“That’s not even closely answering my question.”

“I know.”

Now you knew he was messing with you. With a grin you shook your head.

“You really like being a mystery, do you.”

“Maybe I do.” He responded. “But enough of me. What led you to the council of Elrond?”

You noticed how elegantly he was avoiding your questions, but you didn’t question him about it. Maybe he just didn’t want to scare you away by revealing how old he really was.

You explained that you had been sent from Rohan to take part in the council, but without the knowledge of the king, as he was very sick. Legolas listened to your story intently, smiling as you finished.

“It’s no wonder that you are not used to elves, then. The people of Gondor see us more often than those of the marks.”

“Why is that?” You chimed in with furrowed brows. “Is there an animosity between our people that I don’t know about?”

Legolas shrugged.

“I don’t know. The mirkwood-elves don’t leave their realm very often, with few exceptions.” He smirked, pointing at himself. “The same goes for the elves of Lórien. Rivendell is the exception, and I think their mindset is just closer to that of Gondor. I’m not sure, though.”

“I’m glad you’re an exception.” You commented, ignoring the comments about Lórien and Rivendell completely. “It’s really reassuring to have you with us.”

He bowed his head in thanks and smiled, making your stomach flutter.

“So what I gathered from this,” He continued after a moment of silence. “is that you are a shield maiden. Have you fought in battles before?”

“Only in a few skirmishes with orcs on our borders.”

He nodded.

“But you know how to stand your ground, then. That is good on a quest like ours. I was slightly worried about you, because I knew of the skillset of everyone else. I had no clue of your abilities until now. And it would be a shame if a beautiful maiden like you was slaughtered in battle.”

You blushed deeply, murmuring thanks to the compliment. As you looked up you found him smiling down at you, before he quickly looked away. You, too, turned your eyes on the hobbits again, who had now taken to throwing pebbles into the water. Absentmindedly you watched the stones jump on the water, spreading soft waves wherever they touched the surface. Suddenly Legolas jumped up and jogged over to them, catching Merry’s arm just as he was about to send another stone flying across the lake. Aragorn had done the same to Pippin.

“Do not stir the water.” He commanded.

“You do not know what you might wake.” Legolas added with a pointed look, before returning to you.

You gave him a questioning look and he shook his head.

“Moria used to be one of the brightest kingdoms of the dwarves. Now it is a dark place, with unknown beasts and dangers surrounding it. Doesn’t the water seem unnatural to you?”

Of course you had noticed the eerie atmosphere that surrounded the lake, but you hadn’t given it much thought. A swamp in dark light was bound to be creepy, right? But if Legolas with his elvish senses thought the water should best be left unstirred, it would be for the best to listen to him, so you nodded. He smiled again.

“But do not worry. It could be nothing, but even if there is something sleeping in the lake, we should be fine as long as we don’t wake it up.”

You nodded again, even though his words didn’t reassure you in the slightest. It wasn’t that you were scared of battle, but rather that you had never fought against anything more unnatural than orcs before. All the other monsters Middle-earth had to offer had never made an appearance at Rohan’s boundaries. Until now you had thought yourself lucky for avoiding a clash with one of them, but now you wished you had made at least some experience with them. You didn’t like feeling unprepared at all.

Legolas seemed to sense your discomfort, as he laid a hand on your shoulder and held your gaze.

“You are in the company of one of the best warriors Middle-earth has ever seen, one if the istar, and thereby a maiar, four of the most loyal hobbits and an expert-bowman, if I dare say so myself. You will be safe, believe me.”

You smiled, grateful for his attempt to comfort you.

“I would describe you as much more than an expert-bowman, Legolas. You’re the best archer I’ve ever encountered, and I have seen many.”

“Then you have nothing to fear, because this archer has a special interest in protecting you.”  

Your eyes widened and you blushed, searching his eyes for the sign of mischief. As you found nothing but sincerity you allowed yourself to smile.

“And why is that?”

Legolas looked at the ground, and then up at you again, a shy adoration glimmering in his eyes.

“Because he thinks you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, and every other, no matter whether human or elf, pales in comparison.”

You blushed again, unable to find a suitable answer for this compliment. No one had ever talked you like this, and it made your breathing stop and your stomach tingle with excitement. So you just smiled and looked down.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Legolas apologised instantly, taking your silence as rejection. “Maybe I should leave you alone.”

“No!” You protested, holding him back by his hand as he got up. “It was very nice of you to say that. I’m just not used to compliments. Please, stay?”

He sat back down with a small smile. You didn’t let go of his hand.

“My silence was not meant to hurt you.” You explained, running your thumb over the back of his hand. “I just do not know what I should say. I’m a warrior, not a poet.”

Legolas let out a small laugh and engulfed your hand in both of his.

“I have already noticed you’re not a lady of many words. There’s no need to apologise for who you are. I just have to make myself clear: I admire you, and everything you stand for. If you do not return these feelings, I will not think any less of you and it will not change what I feel. I will still try my best to protect you on our journey.”

“But I do feel the same!” You hastily explained. “I really do. You are a man of honour, Legolas, a brave warrior and a gentle person. How could I not return your feelings?”

“I’m glad to hear that.” He answered, with a bright smile on his face.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, a content sigh leaving your lips. He kissed your forehead gently, snaking an arm around your shoulder to hold you close.

“It is settled then.” He whispered into your ear. “We will walk this world together, and together shall we face the dangers that we meet while doing so.”

You nodded.

“And we shall protect each other to our best abilities.”

You could feel his lips twist into a smile against your skin, as you sank deeper into his arms. 

bryzzo masterpost!!

i’ve been meaning to do this for awhile, but since there isn’t enough love of literally the best bromance in the mlb AND sports world (sorry @ the gallys), i wanted to make a masterpost about the beauty that is bryzzo - otherwise known as infielders anthony rizzo and kris bryant of the chicago cubs. 

first we have anthony rizzo, who is literal walking sunshine

he’s a 26 year-old first baseman and he’s just a plain amazing human being in every way. after achieving his dream by getting drafted by the boston red sox, anthony was diagnosed with hodgkin’s lymphoma in 2008. luckily, he survived it after going through chemo for six months. in 2012 he started the anthony rizzo family foundation, which helps families of kids with cancer and raises money for cancer research. 

not to mention, rizzo is fucking good at baseball. he’s arguably the best all-around player on the cubs making both insane catches on defense and crushing baseballs. i’m too lazy to pull up stats, but i can definitely tell you it’s rare for him to strike out. here’s just a glimpse of what he’s like on the field:

Originally posted by gfbaseball

Originally posted by gfbaseball

(that catch counted by the way)

one other adorable thing, rizzo learned to play the piano this year at spring training and actually wasn’t that bad. here’s a video of of him playing drops of jupiter while the rest of the team sings along. just watch it.

if you want more videos, here he is shooting the puck at the blackhawks game, and here’s an interview with him just being his goofy self.

in conclusion, anthony rizzo is an adorable human being in every single way. yay for rizzo

Originally posted by chicagocubs

now we have kris bryant, who is probably the most beautiful man you’ll ever lay eyes on 

seriously, if this isn’t the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen then you need to get your eyes checked.

ANYWAY, kris is a 24 year old third baseman/sometimes left fielder from las vegas. he played varsity baseball all through high school and turned down a deal to sign with the blue jays so he could play baseball at the university of san diego (sorry jays fans-i can only imagine the frustration you’re feeling now). it was only last year that he made his mlb debut with the cubs. and to answer that one question everyone is curious about, no kris is not single. you can’t be too upset though, he and his fiance, jessica (who he met in high school) are really cute together and he obviously loves her a lot as she’s in the majority of kris’s instagram posts. here they are singing a duet to frozen:

A video posted by Jessica Delp (@jessica_delp) on Oct 1, 2015 at 3:52pm PDT

those are fucking relationship goals right there.

being the reigning national league rookie of the year, you could say kris is a pretty good player. he’s solid on defense and has some serious offensive skill. again, i have no stats in front of me but i’ll link my favorite kris bryant moment of last year, when he hit a walk off home run against the colorado rockies. i get goosebumps every time i watch that.

now i know what you’re thinking, kris bryant is too good to be true. let’s face it, a man this perfect is probably just as cocky as he is beautiful, but the truth is kris is surprisingly very humble. it’s almost as if he’s unaware that every girl in chicago would bang him in an instant. but the fact that he doesn’t really know he’s so good looking just adds to his adorableness.

one time kris pretended to be a taxi driver and talked about the cubs with fans who didn’t know that it was him who was driving them. it was awkward and hilarious.

other kris videos: here he is pranking a college baseball team, here he is with dude perfect and mike moustakas, and here are his 2015 highlights.

kris is truly a blessing that this earth does not deserve. 

Originally posted by atedaryl

now while these two are perfect on their own, together it’s a whole other level of cuteness: bryzzo.

bryzzo was kind of a thing last season, but it became official when anthony rizzo was scrolling through twitter and saw a fan talk about it:

and this next one was about a week after anthony discovered bryzzo, when kris made his engagement announcement:

but no one ships bryzzo more than the cubs’ twitter:

EVEN THE MLB SHIPS BRYZZO - before the season started they made a commercial starring kris and anthony. the bryzzo souvenir company is an official thing.

to add to that, kris and anthony also have a joint instagram account devoted to capturing veteran catcher david “grandpa” ross’s final season in the mlb. 

ross is basically the dad of bryzzo.

SO THAT’S IT!!! well actually, that’s not it, there are a million other bryzzo related things i could post but it would take forever (that’s how much love they have for each other). but yeah, if you’re not a fan of it by now, you’re seriously missing out because it’s the best thing to happen to the cubs in a long time. anyway, i leave you with some adorable bryzzo gifs/videos/pictures. enjoy!

A video posted by Anthony Rizzo (@arizz_44) on Feb 26, 2016 at 2:00pm PST

A video posted by Kris Bryant (@kris_bryant17) on Jun 13, 2015 at 2:47pm PDT

(featuring addison russell)

Originally posted by chicagocubs

Originally posted by gfbaseball

title: and fate, that ancient tune
prompt: fates intertwine
summary: he thinks whoever is in charge of fate has it out for him, specifically.

| ao3 | ff.net |

part 1

He doesn’t notice it for a while. He’s not used to counting years, but one day he notices the new, sharp tug anchoring him to the Near Shore. He tells himself it’s nothing. There are a thousand reasons for him to be concerned with humanity, and all of them have to do with the clink of yen in his palm.

The fate of a god is not a complicated affair—nothing like the knots mortals tend to entangle themselves in. The fates of the gods soar far above that living, pulsing web, strung thin and silvery in the air like a telephone wire. Though Yato’s has dipped into the world more than most, he comes out unscathed, unstrung. The day that suddenly changes, he tries not to think much of it.

This is not possible, so it is not happening.

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he calls his subscribers tiny planet explorers jfc you guys

anonymous asked:

klaine + 'I’m a werewolf but I’m embarrassed to tell you because my wolf form is more like a chihuahua’ AU (with blainers as the werewolf lol)

Oh my god I laughed so hard at the image, my mind went straight to that post
Klaine Bingo: Mates

Kurt knows that supernatural creatures are far more common in New York than in Ohio–that’s a big part of why he wanted to leave his state behind.

To leave the label of “freak” behind.

Just because he is 20% vampire–really, some people don’t know what to be afraid of these days.

Now, pixies and sphinges or even cyclops, he would get it, but semi vampires and werewolves, really?


Anyway, now that he is here, Kurt can see all kinds of creatures and he loves it.

Speaking of magical creatures–

“Hey sweetie,” he says to welcome his boyfriend. “How was your day?”

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person: *staring at me*
me: *thinking* wtf are you looking at? where are your manners? you’re not exactly any prize either damn let me live
person: you look so cute
me: *thinking* this has to be the most wonderful person in the world. just look at those shoes, their outfit is so adorable. have i ever seen a more fantastic human?

My life currently:
  • One otp: Causing critical pain for everyone, one has brain damage, the other has left, everything is pain everything is sad punch me in the face.
  • Other otp: Raising their child/hybrid, built a house and argued really cutely over how to do it, acted more adorable and affectionate than I've ever seen I'm so happy I want to cry.
  • Having Fitzsimmons and Phan as my otps has been an emotional roller-coaster and I'm now a human disaster.