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the first time even draws sana a comic, it’s when she looks stressed. she’s over studying with isak and isak is trying to patiently explain one of the questions to her, but eventually isak decides they need to take a break and he heads to the restroom. even drops the comic onto the textbook she’s glaring at. it’s of a cat ripping a biology textbook in half and yelling, “screw your logic, i do have nine lives!” sana looks up at him and is surprised, but the small smile that graces her lips is touched.

the second time even draws sana a comic, it’s when she looks sad. the girls and boys are over at isak and even’s apartment and they’re having a small pregame, and sana’s been staring at her phone for a while now and she looks a little emotionally exhausted, and she keeps glaring at the drink that’s been set in front of her mindlessly, and so even busies himself with a pen and a napkin and then drops it onto sana’s lap before sitting next to her. it’s of a cat drinking milk and knocking a beer bottle off the table, where it falls and hits the head of another passing cat. sana looks over at him and smiles at even crookedly.

the third time even draws sana a comic, it’s when she looks angry. she’s talking heatedly to the girls in the hallways and then storms off, presumably to biology, which even only knows she has next because of isak. even quickly draws something on his notebook paper and casually makes inside the empty classroom, save for sana, and drops the paper on her desk. it’s of a cat with steam coming out of its ears and another cat frantically trying to blow it away. sana’s expression dissolves into an exasperated one, then she laughs, a little quietly. even doesn’t miss the way her shoulders slump.

the fourth time even draws sana a comic, it’s when she looks scared. she’s making her way off the tram when even’s waiting for his own, and she looks shaken and lost. behind her walks an older man, maybe in his sixties, angry-looking and glaring at her back, but he walks the other way. even narrows his eyes and makes his way over to her and asks if she’s okay. sana’s good at composing herself, even will give her that, and she tells him she’s fine. even offers to walk her home, and sana lets him; the next day, even slips a comic into her locker. it’s of a cat that looks like its alone in a dark room, scared and confused. in the next frame, a couple of cats have turned on the light, revealing that the cat has been surrounded by friends all along.

the fifth time, sana draws even a comic. he’s just said goodbye to isak and he’s on his way out of the school to wait for him to finish his last class when sana stops him. she looks happier than usual, brighter. she hands even a folded paper and then rolls her eyes and even’s confused expression. “just take it,” she presses, and so even does. “open it when i’m gone,” sana warns, and then she leaves, and so even opens it. 

it’s clumsily drawn, not at all at the level even draws, but it’s clearly of a cat filming a couple of other cats roughhousing. there’s only one that’s colored in – a yellow one – and underneath it, the words “they miss you, too” are printed neatly. 

even clings to the comic for days afterward.

Shitty borrows Jack’s computer sometimes, that’s nothing new. What’s new is the untitled folder just sitting on his desktop. It can’t be porn. He set up Jack’s porn folder himself. So, he knows it isn’t porn. But who keeps an untitled folder on their desktop?

Jack. Jack Zimmermann keeps an untitled folder on his desktop. An untitled folder filled with pictures and iMessage screenshots of conversations with Bitty. The pictures are mostly of Bitty, though some group shots of SMH and some others are thrown in as well. He has pictures of Bitty baking in the Haus, of Bitty walking across campus completely oblivious to the camera pointed at him, of Bitty doubled over laughing on Jack’s couch. Very rarely does Bitty seem to be aware that he’s being photographed, and yet the lighting is perfect, a calm sort of happiness seems to be radiating off of him. None of them are dated, none of them are titled. Each photo holds a memory of a person in love.

For the first time, Shitty realizes this is exactly how Jack sees Bitty all the time. Like he’s the most precious thing in existence

Sodapop Headcanons

Holy cow my other one of these got a lot of notes wtf okay. Well I made those really late at night when I couldn’t sleep and now it’s also really late at night and I can’t sleep so,,, Take these please

- Wears clothes that are a few sizes too big for him to bed

- most of the time it’s old shirts Darry can’t wear anymore because they have holes or stains

- Also wears super fuzzy socks almost all the time but mostly in winter

- HE WILL RUN AROUND THE HOUSE JUST TO SLIDE ON HIS FUCKING SOCKS DONT TELL ME HE WONT

- Has one of those really cheesy notebooks with horses all over them. He almost never writes in it, he just got it for the cover.

- After Darry and Ponyboy got their shit together with each other, anytime after that he saw Darry chewing Pony out for something really dumb, he would hit him over the head with a newspaper.

- Or any other nonlethal weapon he could find.

- He doesn’t just rub Darry’s back when he pulls a muscle, oh no- he rubs e v e r y o n e ’ s back.

- Steve is always hunching over to fix cars and making his back sore, so Soda has to often fix that.

- For Johnny it’s nice and soothing shoulder rubs or smooth, calming back rubs whenever he’s really upset or needs to calm down.

- I’LL BET YOU FIVE BUCKS DALLY HAS THE WORSE BACK EVER BECAUSE HE’S ALWAYS CRASHING ON EVERYONE’S SHITTY SPARE BED OR COUCH

- So Soda’ll rub his shoulders or something behind the couch when Dally’s there.

- But only when no one is around because he thinks it’s embarrassing.

- Whenever Ponyboy is laying on his stomach looking all peaceful Soda will do those really aggressive karate-chop massages to scare him awake.

- Not too hard tho just hard enough to scare the shit out of them.

- Two-Bit let’s him give him a back rubs sometimes, and he makes it seem like he’s just doing it for the funnies but he’s actually enjoying himself and it helps him relax.

- He has Golden Massage Powers™

- And remember when Pony said Soda can put anyone asleep when he sets his mind do it?
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- He CAN and WILL.

- He hums a lot too.

- He’s not real good at it, but he isn’t bad at it, and sometimes can hit a really nice note, but just does it for fun.

- Will pet every dog/cat he sees walking down the street.

anonymous asked:

Yeh Mina get it girl! So then, out of that circle of friends, are there any girls you'd pair with Mina?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what a good question!

yes

so i was thinking about that one ballet tfc au post that i made and thought that andrew probably wouldn’t trust anyone to partner with him for competitive dances except neil. ever since i had that thought i can’t stop thinking about the foxes entering a big competition where they need to beat the ravens so they could keep their studio open and one of the performances that they do is andrew and neil together and THEN that made me remember this amazing dance from SYTYCD:

so basically andrew and neil do this dance and win the entire competition and essentially go to become world famous dancers

Random Johnny Headcanons

- Bites is fingernails too much

- Never ties his shoes

- Ever

-Is sort of fidgety?? Like he could just be sitting somewhere and his foot would be tapping or swinging lightly

-If he’s at school he’s always flipping his pencil around in his hand.

-Sleeps all curled up, completely under blankets.

-Likes small spaces.

-Very much enjoys soft and warm blankets.

-He tries to befriend all the stray cats

-Brings them food when he can, talks to them all quiet and stuff, pets them gently.

-He’s too sweet he just wants a cat.

-He tried to bring one home one day,,, bad idea

-The cat got thrown out and he felt so bad about it

-Pony got him a cat stuffed animal to make up for it

-Johnny almost cried.

gayfloralbabe  asked:

ok so like,, completely random but i just wanted to screm some headcanons!!!!!! mostly im just loving the idea of femme nonbinary hunk bc like,,, thats me!!!!!! the big chubby nb gal!!!!! what a good kid!!! also!!!! i love lance!!! so much!!! genderfluid lance is my fave thing!!!!! lance in crop tops!!!! is the best!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok but like:

  • hunk coming out to lance at the garrison n lance being The Best n gives them hugs n says that their valid n still amazing
  • hunk crying bc they was so anxious abt the whole thing even tho they knew lance was a rad guy
  • lance using hunks pronouns straight away n he compliments her “hunk ur such a cute girl !!!” n “wow u kno i have this friend called hunk n theyre super rad” 
  • the two just sit there all night talking n laughing n painting each others nails , so basically a normal night for them
  • hunk being too scared to correct ppl on her pronouns but lance corrects them as soon as someone gets them wrong
  • “oh hunk is the engineer, hes-” 
  • THEYRE
  • “oh gosh im sorry hunk, theyre rlly good at that stuff, u should ask them” 
  • n hunk just beams n lance looks at them grinning bc “wow i love them sm”
  • lance coming to hunk one day n being like “hey how did u kno u wasnt cis ????”
  • hunk helping lance !!!! n telling them its ok to not kno n to b confused
  • lance figuring out theyre genderfluid n goes between boy n agender 
  • hunk doing the exact same as what lance did n compliment lance using their pronouns 
  • “i love lance, theyre super rad” n “lance, ur a super handsome person” 

anonymous asked:

I love your writing! You do an amazing job! Could we get an Alpha Reaper with Omega mate for the A/B/O prompt #15-- Alpha scolding their mate for daring to walk, then they proceed to pick them up and bring them to lay them back down.

((Thank you anon <3))

“Gabby?”

Your voice was soft, tinged with sleep and hoarse from overuse during your heat the week before. Evidence of your heat still lingered in the air; the scent of pheromones, your mixed secretions and sweat hanging stubbornly about. You were half asleep when Gabriel had carefully moved you back into the bedroom, wrapping you in a clean scented sheets. Shifting, you could feel that last round of slick and cum had been cleaned away, the sharp scent of ointment a clear indicator that he had already treated your bruises and bites. A slow smile tugged at your lips as you remembered the whirlwind of the previous days, your heat spent in absolute rapture with Gabriel. Looking around the empty room, you doubted he had wandered too far.

During your heats you didn’t allow your Alpha to leave your side when conscious, but before and during the quarterly visits, Gabe stayed at your side to make sure all your needs were cared for. You adored this side of him, the one that hid under the hardass, that demanded that he take care of all of those around him. There were times you teased him and point out how kind and gentle and soft he was, earning an empty glare and a smirk. This was a Gabe everyone deserved to know but so few got the honor and you felt blessed to constantly have a front row seat.

You winced as you sat all the way up, pushing your legs over the edge of the bed, the inside of your thighs and hips protesting the movement. Snorting softly to yourself, you made a mental note to chastise Gabriel for how hard he had plowed into you completely ignoring that you had asked him first. Still, you pushed through the ache, setting your feet on the ground and pausing for another moment to get your bearings. You were absolutely parched, your ravished body demanding immediate sustenance. Your movements were slow and methodic, your hand going to scratch at your scalp yet finding your hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. Gabe really did think of everything. You’d have to remember to thank him when he was back.

Easing yourself all the way onto the floor, you waited until the shaking in your knees subsided before you took your first steps. Your hands groped at different items in the room for support;first the bed, then the nightstands, the wall, the door frame and then the hall wall. You just needed to make it to the bathroom where you knew there was a glass sitting next to the sink. A few more steps…You actually whined out loud when your left knee buckled, your shoulder bumping hard against the cold frame of the wall, cursing softly.  Water then immediately back to bed. Just a few more yards and then water and back to bed.

“Carino what’re you doing?”

You glanced over your shoulder, Gabriel’s brow was furrowed in concern, the man rushing forward from the top of the stairs to place his hand on the small of your back. His eyes looked you up and down for any sign of visible injury before he dipped down to sweep you into his arms. Your trill was high pitched and surprised, head twisting to look at Gabriel indignantly before receiving a quick growled response.

“You know damn well you aren’t supposed to walk after your heats”, Gabriel warned, leaning down and pressing a warning nip to your jawline when you tried to whine. “That’s why I found you ready to collapse, didn’t I?”

“I’m a grown woman Gabe”, you tried to argue back, before the Alpha sent you a warning look. “F-fine…”

You had to admit, leaning into Gabriel and nuzzling into the side of his neck and soaking in his scent was comforting, intoxicating. As he placed you back in bed he pinned you with a look before saying he would be right back, disappearing from the room for several moments. Your eyes went round when he returned, mouth watering.

“Thought you were still asleep”, he said, carrying two plates filled with your favorites. Eggs, corn pancakes, sausage and bananas, two water bottles tucked under his arm. “So I was trying to fix you something…if I thought you were gonna go AWOL on me, querida, I would have thrown you over my shoulder and took you downstairs with me.”

Reaching out for your plate your eyes lit up when he finally slid it into your hands, picking up a pancake with your bare hand and taking a bite.

“‘M sorry thank you”, you said around the food, practically moaning as the food filled your mouth. You smiled thankfully at him, giving him a soft, affectionate trill of happiness before swallowing and nodding towards his arm. “Water please?”

Headcanon: Jason was once left to babysit Damian. It could have been a bonding experience.
Sadly, it ended in a citywide blackout, the South Side’s fire hydrants replaced with apple juice, Mongolian traders controlling the sewage system, and worst of all, Damian put on a leash.

“Stay in my line of vision!”
“LET GO OF ME!”

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