he does love the word boo

Sasuke is usually straightforward

SS shippers seem to think he was lying about his feelings or trying to hide some hidden love for Sakura but that’s just not consistent with his character.

The main thing I’m referring to is this panel:

If Sasuke really loved Sakura, he couldn’t say this so genuinely and without remorse.

Even when he’s trying to kill Naruto, he doesn’t bother to hide the fact that he’s doing so because Naruto is important:

Sasuke rarely lies and when he does, it’s obvious. 

Some faces Sasuke makes when he’s failing to keep up the act include:

Let’s be realistic, that was a brutal rejection and he meant every word of it.

Beach day with MonstaX Reaction


 Jooheon:Jooheon would love to go spend the day at the beach with you. In fact it would probably be the ideal date  place for him. Just relaxing on the beach with you, the sun, and the water to him company. It sounds like heaven to him.

Minhyuk:He would be like a little kid on Christmas, wanting to do anything and everything. From wanting to play volleyball to swimming for hours on end. Just an extremely high energy day.

Shownu:Shownu would definitely be more chill, he’d just want to sunbath on the sand, maybe going to the swim to cool down a little. He would love how great it feels to relax with you.

Wonho:The beach is his place to be. He loves the chill atmosphere of it. He loves it even more if he gets to spend a day with you at the beach. Rather than swimming, he would be throwing the frisbee or playing volleyball.

 Hyungwon:Its not that he hates the beach, but well… he does. It’s too hot and he always feels gross afterwards. There too much sand in places that he never asked for. And the worst part is that no matter how much sunscreen that he puts on, he is fried by the end of the day.  

IM: He would be very similar to way that Shownu would act. Just chill. This way a time to be relax and spend some down time with his boo. Not to mention to soak up a little bit of the sun’s rays. He would love to eat food after swimming for a long time.

Kihyun:I only have one word. Sand. This boy would love to play in the sand. He would spend hours on a very detailed and Elaborate sandcastle only to destroy it when he was done because that was “fun”. He would only ask you to bury him neck down in the sand and  you would gladly.

anonymous asked:

Yo!! Alrighty,,, my request is odd here, but I think it's really help me. I'm auditioning for a BNHA cafe as cosplay wait staff, and I'm going to audition as Kaminari!! So, headcanons for how he would work in a cafe environment, how would he handle kids in the cafe, and anything else like how he greets the guests? Thank you so much! I'm sorry this is such a hefty request, aaaaa

good luck on your audition! hope this helps ;;

  • he’s mostly the same as he is irl
    • cheerful and kinda meme-y, makes people laugh
    • although he is considerably more kind to customers than he ever would be to his friends kdsjfklsdjf
  • as for children:
    • he usually chats with kids like anyone would normally chat with his friends. casual and completely uncondescending
      • the kids love this bc he treats them like people and also he’s funny so they love him 
    • although he does tend to have to dumb down his language and make sure not to use big words lolll
      •  his big vocabulary might put him at a disadvantage bc he uses a word he thinks is totally normal but the kids don’t know the word yet
      • so then he tries defining it but he’s bad at explaining so he only confuses them more
      • conclusion: don’t use big words
    • he plays peek-a-boo with babies and makes faces at them. mostly smiles and laughing
      • he will physically ascend to heaven if a baby smiles at him of their own volition
  • greeting guests
    • pretty generic polite greeting. hi hello welcome etc.
    • but he smiles a lot doing it and seems genuinely happy to welcome in the customers
  • overall: cheerful happy funny sunflower 
    • 10/10 so pure


okAY BUT. imagine if kazuho and her husband ever had a kid.

uncle yukimi who bitches up a storm about how much he hates children
uncle yukimi who says he’d rather chop off his remaining arm than ever be stuck on babysitting duty
but uncle yukimi who actually loves this kid to pieces because holy shit that’s his lil’ baby sisters lil’ baby

he would absolutely spoil that kid rotten. boy or girl. he would definitely try and do their hair if they ever asked because of his experience with yoite, he’s apparently a fan of baseball so he’d totally try and teach them to catch and play ball, and this bitch would love to play peek-a-boo. and just play around in general like the big ol’ doof he is.

just keep him at arms length when the kid hits their mouthy stage bc he is snippy and talks before he thinks and this poor child would absolutely come home repeating bad words that should not be known, and kazuho would have to kill him

Little Miss Hero (Sam Wilson X Reader)

Word Count: 2218

Pairing: Sam Wilson X Reader

Warnings: Some language and violence 

Request: HEY GURLL HEYY! I would like to request a Sam Wilson x Reader imagine (cause who doesn’t love Sam Wilson?) where they meet while on a run, and the reader does the “on your left” thing to Sam and Steve and Sam asks the reader out but little does he know shes an anti hero and he like meets her again on a mission?? THANKS BOO LOVE YA :p

Authors Note: I agree who doesn’t love Sam. I hope you like it because I had a fun time writing this :) 

You hated nothing more than going out for an early run. You liked running, in fact, it was one of your daily workouts. This, however, didn’t ignore your burning hatred for getting up before the sun even rose.

Nevertheless, you had a busy schedule today and had to fit it in somewhere. Since it was so early barely anyone was at the park. The only people around were either the few early morning joggers or the occasional hung over person trying to find a way home.

The crisp morning air filled your lungs as you picked up your pace. Even though you complained about mornings you still liked how pretty the sun rises looked. It was always calming to you.

As the sun started to rise, the sound of laughter came from behind you. Slightly turning around you watched as a tall man sprinted past you at high speed. Confused you slowed down to process what or who just passed you.

“Excuse me, sweetheart, can you get out of my way? You’re running too slow,” Another tall man said from behind you.

“Uh,” you began to say before making eye contact with the good-looking man.

“ON YOUR LEFT!” Another voice said as the familiar fast man passed by.

“COME ON STEVE!” The man said before running after his friend.

Stopping in your tracks you watched the other guy run after this man named Steve. Chuckling to yourself as Steve ran passed you once more, you watched as his friend helplessly tried to catch up.

That’s when a brilliant idea dawned on you. You didn’t have a lot of time before you needed to go home so why not have some fun. Just as Steve took another lap with his friend far behind him you began to catch up with the man.

“On your left sweetheart,” you smirked as you sprinted in front of the him.

“What- Steve don’t you pass me!” the bewildered man said from behind you.

Laughing to yourself as Steve sprinted ahead you heard the grumbling of the man behind you. After lapping the man a few more times you watched him sit down against a tree trying to catch his breath. Slowing down your pace you jogged over to the mysterious man.

“Too tired sweetheart or are you just- wait holy shit you’re Falcon,” you said as your eyes widened.

“The one and only,” he huffed before standing up.

“Well, then your friend must be-”

“Yes, yes, he’s Captain America,” he said gesturing over to his friend walking toward us.

“She just smoked you, buddy,” Steve chuckled not even showing any signs of tiredness.

“Well I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you said chuckling.

“I’m Sam- well you probably already know that,” he says before sending you a wink.

“Well, that’s my cue I’ll wait over here. Nice to meet you (Y/N),” Steve said giving you a small wave.

Looking at Sam confused, he just chuckled to himself before sending you a small smile. Feeling your face blush you looked away quickly before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Now are you going to tell me how you just smoked my ass or?” Sam said stepping closer to you.

“Um…well I don’t know I guess I just like running,” you quickly responded before his phone buzzed.

Looking at his phone for a moment he cursed under his breath. Glancing back at you, he smiled sheepishly.

“Heh, I hate to cut this short but I have to you know do some avenging.”

“Oh no that’s ok I understand,” You answered.

“I know we just met not even like ten minutes ago but could I take you out to dinner sometime?  He asked.

“Uh yeah, I like that. Friday at seven?”

“Yeah Friday sounds great. Oh here put your number on my phone.” Sam said before handing you his phone.

Quickly typing your number into his phone you returned it before smiling again. You just scored yourself a date.

“See you Friday then?”

“Yeah until then,” you said waving as Sam joined up with his friend.

Just as you were leaving, you watched as Steve high-fived his friend excitedly. Laughing to yourself once more you felt your own phone buzz in your pocket. Taking it out you saw only the first couple of words.

Black van waiting outside your location now. Await further instructions.

Sighing to yourself, you turned off your phone before walking quickly to a black van with a man waiting by the side of it. Everything else that you needed to do today just got put on the back burner. But you couldn’t complain you needed the money.

Once inside the car, you looked at the mission file. It was your standard file, information on the target, the whereabouts, and how powerful the person is. Staring at the target’s photo to memorize his face you set the file down beside you.

“Your gear is in the bag by your feet miss,” the driver said as you gave him a nod.

“Keep your up front sir,” You said before taking your black suit out of the bag.

Quickly changing in the back of the van, you then began preparing your weapons. Once the car came to a stop you made sure all your belongings that you didn’t need were put back into the bag. Opening the car door, you walked over to the jet waiting for you.

On the ride to the target’s location, you were filled in on the reasons why someone put a hit on him. You also discussed the money, which luckily was a decent price.

Soon enough, the pilot singled to you that it was time to jump out. Slipping on a black mask to hide your identity, you strapped on your parachute and waited for the go to jump.  

Once you were given clearance, you jumped out of the plane and down to the ground. After a few moments, you pulled the cord of the parachute and floated down safely. Quickly taking the parachute off you made your way under the cover of the darkness. You had to love different time zones.

Silently you walked to your position with you sniper raised. Once there you laid on the cold ground before setting your gun up. Now all you had to do was wait for your target to come into sight.

“I’m in position,” you said quietly into your earpiece.

“Copy that Agent 16, await orders to engage.”

The only thing you hated about this job is that you saw the worst in humanity. You saw wealthy people misuse their power, drug lords killing innocent people, and even merciless killers. However, that hatred went away once you were able to save the people affected by your targets.  

Of course, it made you a dangerous assassin on many government’s radars. You in spite of that never saw yourself as a hero anyway. You stuck to the shadows and did the hard things many heroes today couldn’t do. Even if you wanted to quit you knew you couldn’t since you made a deal that kept you tied with this organization.

Today, however, had to be one of your easier kills. Richard Smith was a ruthless hydra agent you had no mercy for others and from the intel, you could gather he was working on something that could kill millions. Normally you would have brought him in but the instructions were to take him out by all means necessary.

Finally, an armored truck came from the distance and out came no other than Richard himself. Aiming your gun you put your finger on the trigger before a loud explosion filled the air. Looking through the scope of your gun you saw a familiar armor man fly in the air before other familiar people came into view. It was the Avengers.

Your job just got ten times harder than in needed to be.

Quickly running toward the fight you scanned your surroundings for a fleeing man. The one thing you notice from your file was that Richard never stayed around for a fight. That’s when you saw the man running for his life unprotected.

Knowing you didn’t have a lot of time you raised your gun up and aimed for his head. Pulling the trigger, the gun’s bang mixed into the explosions as Richard dropped to the floor lifeless. Smirking to yourself you didn’t take notice to the sound of jets coming near you.

Then out of nowhere, you were knocked to the ground hard by a large wing. Getting up quickly you grabbed the gun from your belt a raised up to the man you just met this morning.

“You’re going to wish you didn’t do that sweetheart,” Sam said in a harsh tone.

“This will be interesting,” you thought to yourself as he came flying at you.

Dodging his wing, you began firing at his wings only to watch them bounce off. Grabbing a small cylinder off your belt, you extended it into a staff.  

“I need an extraction now,” you yelled harshly into your earpiece.

Dodging his wings once more you began to aim for the jets keeping the wings in the air but Sam, however, knew too well how to protect them. Swinging your staff at his wings, you were knocked to the ground hard by him.

Getting up again, you deflected Sam’s attack before he stopped completely. Confused you watched his eyes widen before looking to the ground only to find your mask.

“(Y/N)” he muttered as your eyes began to widen as well.

“Surprise?” You chuckled before kicking him in the chest.

Once again, Sam came at you but this time he was holding back as he tried to talk to you. You although knew that you needed to get away before any of his Avenger friends try and find him.

“I guess our date is canceled,” you chuckled again before blocking his punch.

“How-” he started to say before a huge explosion knocked you two the ground.

This time however as you fell to the ground you hit your head hard on a rock. Watching your vision blur you slowly started to lose consciousness. The last thing you remembered seeing was Sam above your face and then all you saw was black.

When you woke up, you were met with a bright light. Squinting your eyes, you at first thought you were dead until you heard the steady beeping of the monitor next to you.

“Good you’re finally awake,” a familiar voice said next to you.

Turning to your side you found Sam sitting in a chair next to you with a small smirk. Quickly you sat up before a rushing pain filled your head.

“You might want to take it easy you hit your head pretty badly,” Sam said trying to push you back down.

“I’m fine,” you snapped while pushing his hand away.

Adjusting yourself in the hospital bed you saw that one of your hands were handcuffed to the bed as two guards stood outside of your room.

“If you’re thinking about escaping don’t. Even if you managed to get out of the handcuffs and pass the two guards there’s still a bunch more waiting for you,” Sam said leaning back into his chair.

“If you’re that worried about me why didn’t you just turn me in?”

“Well we could have but then we took a look at your file or well Agent 16’s file and saw that you only killed guilty people. The rest of your targets that still committed small crimes you gave over to the authorities. See we’ve been tracking you and your little organization for a long time but we could never seem to pinpoint you,” he answered.

“Your point?” You asked.

“I want to make a deal with you. You help us track down your organization and its leader. Then once we do that, Tony will make sure you aren’t charged with any the murders you committed.”

“If I refuse?”

“Then we turn you over to the authorities and you face life in a high-security prison. And I feel like you wouldn’t like that,” Sam said in a serious tone.

“I can’t just turn over information like that over to you. Even if you take down the organization I’ll always have people after me,” You quietly muttered.

“Then let us protect you. Look every one of us wants to give you another shot but you have let us.”

“I-I don’t-”

“(Y/N) you seem like a good person. The only people you killed were the ones that deserved it. Your target today if we took him in was without a doubt getting the death sentence. And I know that you know that whoever is running the organization is one of those bad people. Now let us help you,” Sam pleaded with concern in his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll help you guys,” You muttered.

“Good now get some rest. You’re going to be answering a lot of questions. And maybe after all of this is settled I’ll take you out to dinner sometime,” he said giving you a wink before leaving the room.

As Sam disappeared you felt your face flush as you bit your lip. Maybe working with the Avengers won’t be so bad after all.  

So I may or may not be doing a part two ;) Lets just see how everything goes. 

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twofacedjanus  asked:

First time Bones gets to introduce Jim as his husband

It’s one of those nights, one of those times where Jim forgets his cutoff number and ends up on the karaoke stage with a mic in one hand and the third beer too many in the other, and Leonard’s trapped on the other side of the bar by Nyota and her group of equally tall, equally beautiful, equally unimpressed friends.

“Honey, should’ve picked a man who could hold his drink,” one of them says, and Leonard attempts to squeeze past her out of the booth. 

“Yes, well, I’m already married to the damn fool,” he says testily. “Excuse me—”

“Aw, let him have his fun,” Nyota chides lightly. “It’s your first weekend back from the honeymoon.”

Exactly. Kid’s lost whatever reason he had left. D’you know he tried to cannonball into the hotel pool from the fourth—”

“But how deep was ze pool?” Chekov asks interestedly from where he’s squashed in the corner, and Leonard stares down at him in shock. 

“How long have you been there?” he demands, just as he hears a peal of bright, uninhibited laughter from the bar. He looks over in time to see one of the locals, a tall young guy with a brazen smile and clearly not an ounce of wits about him, because his hands

“Excuse me,” Leonard says again, firmly this time, and he pops free from the booth.

The guy’s got a hand resting on Jim’s ass in plain view, and Leonard’s seeing red by the time he storms up to the crime scene, clearing his throat pointedly.

Jim spins clumsily towards him, which removes the offending hand, but not the person it’s attached to. “Bones,” Jim says delightedly, flushed and happy and so damn beautiful that Leonard’s heart lurches and keels to the side. “Bones, hey, this is….this is, ah…” He squints fuzzily at the guy, who’s smiling confusedly at Leonard in a “I sense some kind of shit about to go down” sort of way. “What’s your name again?”

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korealchemist  asked:

Could you do baby headcannons for Jack, Genji, and Reinhardt? Or if there s/o was pregnant? The sweeter the better please and thank you!

> he’s the guy that says “ I don’t need to read books on how to raise a child!” And then the moment his s/o gives birth he faints
> once he gets over the initial “ Oh Fuck Shit”phase he goes Full Dad Mode™
>Like he buys ten of those baby harness things and had his kid on him 24/7
> also he tells people not to baby talk because, quote: “My First Baby by expert dad Cole M. Richards say that baby talking is bad for language development, and we could severely hinder them by not speaking properly” but than ten minutes later he’s cooing like a pigeon
> if he has a son he’ll pick literally the most bland names ever
> “ no jack, were not naming our son bob”
“Why not? It’s a good name. A tough name”
> he cries when his baby takes their first steps. Not just a little bit of mist, oh no, he’s got Niagara Falls coming out of his eyes. He’s blubbering like a baby while taking 1000 photos

> at first he’s super scared to have a baby because he’s afraid he’ll scare the baby with all his robo-parts and scarred face
> he chooses a nature design when decorating the nursery, and boy does he go all out
> there’s shrubbery and flowers painted on the walls, paper maché trees, a slide, a swing, and the crib is built to look like a log. The end result is gorgeous
> buys cute onesies with bad puns on the front
> also has one custom made that says “ my dad is a ninja!” With little dragons on it
> he loves feeding his baby too, and when they can finally eat solid food he throws a party
> FREAKS OUT if he baby’s temperature goes above the usual. If they feel warm at all he rushes them to mercy quicker than you can say “ goo goo ga ga”
> he’s naturally good at diaper changing
> he loves playing peek-a-boo with his baby

> he always comforts the baby in the middle of the night and won’t let his s/o get out of bed ( he knows they need their rest)
> buys 10,000 stuffed animals
> he gives the best piggy back rides ever
> seriously he’s so tall and his shoulders are huge
> (honestly I would die for a piggy back ride from him)
> he takes so many of those stupid baby photos where the baby is dressed up as a duck or a fish or on the beach and keeps them in his wallet until the end of time

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Nate Maloley Imagine - Annoyance.

Anon: “Can you do a Nate imagine were you are giving him the silent treatment and he does all these annoying things just to get you to talk to him ✨btw I love your blog #goals ✨”

Hope you like it boo.

Contains swear words (cuss/curse words) and smut.

–Y/N’s POV–

I cross my arms, staring at the tv in front of me. The guy beside me chuckles and pokes my cheek. “You can’t ignore me forever, it was only the last box of doughnuts,” He says, repeatedly poking my cheek.

Continuing to ignore Nate, I remain focused on the tv and act as if he isn’t annoying me. “Baby I didn’t mean to make you mad,” He pouts, sticking out his bottom lip and batting his eyelashes.

“Baby,” he repeats, poking my shoulder. “Baby,” he does it again. “Y/N,” again. “Y/N” again. “Y/N,” he pokes me for a final time before sighing in frustration. “What has a guy gotta’ do to get his girl to talk to him?” He wonders out loud, scratching his head.

I smirk, staring at the tv, and cross my arms stubbornly - letting him know I am not giving in anytime soon. As if a lightbulb had just lit up above his head, he jumps to his feet and rushes out of the room. Minutes later, he returns with his phone in his hand and takes his previous  seat beside me.

“Seven a.m., waking up in the morning.
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs, gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal. Seein’ everything, the time is goin’…”

His phone blurts out the world’s most annoying song, the song I hate with my whole being. I lunge for him, take his phone out of his hand and stop the horrendous song before shoving his phone in my bra. He laughs obnoxiously, pulling me over to straddle his lap. “You think that’s gonna’ stop me?” He scoffs, reaching into my bra to retrieve his phone - despite my silent protest of squeezing my arms around my chest.

I furrow my eyebrows at him and cross my arms, sticking out my bottom lip. He reaches up and caresses my face. “Come on baby, talk to meee,” he drawls, resting the back of his head on the back of the couch.

I remain silent.

He rolls us over, so he’s now on top of me. He kisses my cheek and trails his soft, butterfly kisses down to my chest. “I’m gonna win you over one way or another,” He smirks, looking up at me through his dark lashes.

Nate then proceeds to take off my shirt and trail his lips down to the elastic of my shorts and panties. I try my best to keep my mouth shut as he strips off my bottoms and kisses the very bottom of my stomach. The stubble on his chin tickles my sensitive skin, making me giggle and squirm, but I refuse to speak. “Come on, lil’ mama, it don’t take much.” He mumbles against my skin, caressing my hips.

He spreads my pussy lips and kisses my clit, I squeeze my eyes shut and bite down on my fist. Nate chuckles against me and kisses the nub of nerves again before sucking on it. “Fuck, you got me.” I blurt out, reaching down to bury my hands in his hair.

Pecking my clit once more, he grins and jumps up to his feet. I frown. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I only wanted to get you to talk to me, baby.” He winks before waking off.

I slam my hand down on the couch and chase after him. “Get back here you ass and finish what you started.” I yell, running after him naked.

SandMan: Sucked at wrestling, but he got a pass because he had a solid gimmick.

Chris Benoit: Wasn’t the best on the mic, but he got a pass because he was great at wrestling.

Zayn, Cesaro, Styles, Nakamura: Aren’t the best on the mic but get a pass for being great at wrestling.

Brock Lesnar: Punches, Knees, suplexes throughout his entire match and doesn’t even cut his own promos, I have no idea why he gets a pass when in the eyes of smarks that should deem him as “not being able to wrestle” and “sucks on the mic”.

John Cena: Great at wrestling, great on the mic, in 2005 everyone turned on him because he was deemed “unbeatable” and the fans didn’t like that at all. He gets injured and amazingly enough he gets cheered more than he gets booed in 2016 when he returned on Memorial Day.

Seth Rollins: Stumbles over his words, no one bats an eye about it but in fact they laugh when he does it. Seth’s mess ups are excused because he is really good at wrestling.

Roman Reigns: He wasn’t that experienced when he first debuted, yet everyone loved him and wanted him to be the face of the company. The Shield broke up and everyone has 20/20 vision all of a sudden because they point out that he isn’t that experience. People begin to turn on Reigns DESPITE improving greatly in the ring and on the mic. He gets heavily booed, people call him racial slurs, people wish injuries upon him and his family. Yet, people claim it ain’t got nothing to do with race. Roman is better than he was when he first debuted yet everyone is still so angry. Roman doesn’t get a pass no matter how hard he tries and at this point WWE doesn’t care which is why they’re not catering to the fans when it comes to Roman.

I’m about to spit some love/life advice. I feel pretty passionately about this so bear with me.

Basically, the thesis statement here is: you should only care about how a person treats you romantically after it’s been established that they have feelings for you.

I’m putting the rest under a cut because this is going to be a long (and hopefully insightful) post. There’s a few fandom references, which have been tagged.

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Her Baby Sister

This is my submission for @cherishthepeanut week, Day 1:  Milestones. It’s set in “Her” verse, so I hope you enjoy it!

When Henry had rolled over for the first time, Regina had grabbed her camcorder and promptly returned him to his stomach, watching with baited breath until he’d done it again. She’d captured it on camera at least three times, her breathless encouragement and Good job, Henry’s  serving as an ecstatic commentary to this milestone that she’d played back over and over again while lying alone in her bed that night.

When it had been Merida’s turn, Roland had been the one who excitedly announced his sister’s accomplishment, prompting both of her parents to run into the family room with phones at the ready.  She’d knelt down beside her daughter, tickling her belly before flipping her over again, much to the girl’s chagrin. Merida had let out a whelp of protest before stubbornly flipping herself onto her back where she was met by the applause and smiles of her family, making her grin and kick her legs in a staccato accompaniment to all of the praise surrounding her.

But she watches in silence from the doorway as her youngest child rolls over for the first time, smiling through tears at the scene playing out in front of her on the living room floor.

“Boo!” Merida exclaims, completely ignorant of her mother’s presence. “You did it!  You rolled over all by yourself!”  

Red, tangled curls bounce as Merida claps her hands, and Regina can’t help but chuckle silently as Boo tries to imitate her big sister, thrusting chubby hands towards each other as a toothless grin spreads across her face.

It’s almost too much.

This is how it should have been. Zelena and I should have grown up together.

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anonymous asked:

Do you really believe that Ichabbie will be endgame? Do you already think that Ichabod is in love with Abbie though he hasn't accepted/realized it himself?

Yes. Yes. and Yes.

Fox never had a problem at least from what they’ve said in front of the camera. we have no idea what was said BTS with Ichabbie being endgame. This new regime has already said that they love Tom and Nicole and their chemistry, so that’s a bonus. The creators and most of the other producers on the show love the idea, and we already know that Tom no-chill Mison is an Ichabbie shipper so there’s that.

Add to that the overwhelmingly positive fan response/desire for the two to happen coupled with the fact that they made it to #3 out of 64 couples on TV (the only non-canon couple to get that high) is a huge blaring alarm bell to Fox to make it happen. Also, Clifton Campbell doesn’t have any qualms from past experience putting his leads into a relationship so I do think Ichabbie will be endgame. 

Do I think it will happen during S3? I’m not sure. I think the slow burn will be present but I’m on the fence as to whether it will happen next season or not. And if it does, I hope they drag it out 15-16 episodes. Make us salivate over lingering touches, innuendo filled conversations and deep glances. Make us pant after each episode until the end where BAM! Ichabbie kisses and we as a fandom just make incoherent animal noises for a week in celebration. 

I think Crane has been in love with Abbie for a long time. I think he began falling in love with her sometime in Season 1 but refused to accept it. To me, as much of a douchbag as he was this past season and there is no excuse for it all of his intense “I love the Strugglewitch” and “Whispertits means the world to me” and “Abbie, isn’t this lying manipulator the greatest? I can’t live without her” moments were Crane trying to make himself believe he was still as deeply in love with Katrina as he’d always been. 

He needed to make everyone around him, himself included, believe it because he knew he was deeply in love with Abbie and to acknowledge that would, in his eyes, make him a cad and an awful husband. I think the definitive proof of his love for her (to him, not to us as an audience) was Heartless. Whether or not we saw it, you cannot convince me that the succubus didn’t change again into Abbie. That would be the only way she’d get the upper hand on Crane to corner him the way she did.

I have no doubt that he’s (in Tom’s words) completely in love with her. He just needs to come to terms with it. I think the more intriguing question - which to me was partially answered in the finale with the password scene because you do not make a “friend’s” birthday your password. It’s always your boo - is how deep are Abbie’s feelings for Crane? Is she in love with him? How long as she been in love with him? Does she realize it or is she oblivious because she’s so used to burying her feelings? These are the questions I need answered in S3. 

Well… some of them anyway. There are bigger fish to fry. Like meeting Daddy Mills. What happened to the Horseman of War -will he be replaced? What about the other two horsemen? Will we ever get definitive answers on how old the Mills sisters are, their age gap and the actual timeline of events from the moment they saw Moloch to when all of this started taking place? Either way, I’m interested to see how Mr. Campbell handles it all. 

anonymous asked:

I can name plenty of things Sasuke may see in Sakura that would make me understand him loving her. But what I challenge SasuSaku fans to do is respond to this post, saying what it is that Sakura sees in Sasuke that has her willing to be by his side forever. What do you think Sakura sees in Sasuke? You first blogger. :3

A lot of things. Frankly I’m too tired to properly rant about it so

  • his strength and bravery that she admires so much
  • the light of his heart, one that she has always seen and that she knows makes him capable of loving people and letting them in
  • his tenderness
  • the strong respect he harbors for her in regards to pretty much everything about her now
  • she can make him happy, and she knows this
  • T H E  G O O D N E S S OF H I S H E A R T
  • his snarky little humor say what you want but this guy can be funny
  • his tenderness
  • his passion, his drive, his absolute determination
  • the way he loves so fiercely
  • the subtle ways that he shows care
  • his tenderness
  • the way he has no filter im sure sakura appreciates that sasuke does not sugarcoat his words but does not aim to be mean to her it is legit critic
  • he values family and love over everything ok
  • he’s both a mix of “i wont let anyone hurt you” and “wow boo that was amazing how you pummeled those bitches” with her so why would she not love that
  • her name rolls perfectly off his tongue (ok im not actually being serious as a reason here but let me have fun)
  • he makes her better and she makes him better and i think it’s pretty clear she knows this by now so
  • did i mention his tenderness???

followers and other ss fans, feel free to add anything i probably missed.

anonymous asked:

Cs friends from childhood but secretly loving each other. One night the get drunk and get laid. The morning after they talk about feelings and decide to start a relationship? Extra points if killian brings her breakfast in bed for the hangover.

A gentle tap, tap, tap sounded on Emma’s bedroom window jarred Emma from the book that sat open in her lap. She squinted at the window as a face appeared from the darkness of night, blue eyes flashing with a devilish grin.

Emma laughed as she rose from her bed and opened the window, bracing her arms against the ledge.

“Killian Jones, what are you doing here?”

“Move aside Swan, you think it’s easy to climb a trellis?” Killian said, pretending to lose his grip for a moment. “What will you do if I die?”

Emma laughed as she moved out of the way, allowing Killian to hoist his tall form through the window. He was dressed in his signature black leather jacket, white shirt and worn out blue jeans, his Doc Martens clunked audibly as he landed. He winced, freezing as he await for Emma’s father to ce bursting in.

“They’re out, genius. Or did you not see the missing truck in the drive?”

“Actually, I was busy trying to gouge whether or not intrude on you while you were changing.” Killian said with a smile as he threw himself onto her bed, sending her book on the floor. “No such luck.”

Emma pretended not hear him-even though the very idea of Killian wanting to see her unclothed or half clothed sent her heart racing. But her mind berated her heart for such a foolish feeling. Killian was a playboy-he’d sleep with anything with the desirable parts-and feelings had little to do with sex when it came to him.

Pain struck her. Sometimes she really hated being in love with Killian Jones.

Killian watched as Emma crouched down, picking up the book he had knocked aside. Her long blond hair was down for once instead of that no nonsense ponytail she tended to wear. She was in a black tank top and sleeping shorts that showed off her long creamy white legs.

Killian fought the urge to grab her and throw her down on the bed. She was gorgeous. He wanted to kiss her dumb, strip her bare and love her until dawn.

Killian gave himself a mental shake. Only in his fantasies could he have a girl like Emma. Yes, they were long time best friends since childhood, but she was still out of his reach. She was pure and good-Killian was as dark and tainted as they came.

She had a future far beyond sleepy old Storybrooke. And Killian doubted he’d leave this tiny town. He pushed away the damning thoughts, plastered a smile on his face and reached into his jacket pocket.

“I brought us a little something,” he said as he withdrew a silver flask. “To celebrate.”

Emma gave him a wry smile as she plopped down at the foot of the bed.

“And what are we celebrating?”

Killian grinned as he uncapped the flask and extended it out to her.

“Why, your birthday of course. In a minute you’ll be a full grown woman, Swan; what’s not to celebrate?”

Emma laughed as she took the flask.

“Okay, but first, a toast,” Emma lifted the flask.“To our thirteen year friendship, I couldn’t wish for a better mate.”

Emma took a long swing of the rum, Killian watched her throat tense as it traveled down. His thoughts wandered to a darker place where his teeth and lips played with that throat.

“Here,” Emma said, extending the flask to him.

“Here,here,” Killian said as he took a swing himself.

He needed to get smashed.

A warm hand was caressing her naked back, and it felt amazing. Emma sighed and snuggled against the warm form at her side, her own hand come up to touch a hair coated chest.


Emma opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a naked stomach, flat and muscled, her blanket was barely covering his … stuff. Her gaze went up over the wide hairy chest, to a strong throat, to a beard covered jaw, wide, kissable lips and to….

Oh lord. Killian.

Emma sat up quickly, hugging her blanket to her naked chest.


Both of them.

Emma glanced around and saw her room was a mess. Books were on the floor, their clothes were scattered everywhere.

Killian sighed next to her, his arm looping around her waist and drawing her close. Emma’s face flamed, her heart racing.

“Kil-Killian?"she croaked, poking him gently on the shoulder. His very muscular shoulder.

"Emma,” he sighed, as he buried his face in her side.

“Killian Jones!” Emma smacked his chest.

“Ow!” Killian’s eyes snapped open.

And froze as he saw Emma. He sat up quickly, the blanket slipping a few inches. Emma’s eyes widened.

Oh my.

Killian cursed, drawing the blanket back up to cover himself.

“Emma … How … What happened…?”

“I’d think it was obvious,” Emma said deadpanned.

“Shit,” he said as he smacked his knee.

“You…you’re angry?”

“Of course Im angry! I’m angry at myself! I took advantage of you! I got you drunk and we-bloody hell, don’t cry Emma!”

Emma wiped at her eyes. “I’m sorry but…Killiab Im not sorry it happened. I … I have always liked you more than a friend.”

“What?” Killian said stilling as her words sunk in.

“I’ve always wanted more-want this,” she gestured at the two of them. “But I thought … I thought you’d never see me in that way, or if you did it wouldn’t mean anything to you.”

“Wouldn’t mean any-?! Emma this-bloody hell how dense are you, Swan?”

Killian reached over and placed a searing kiss on her lips so that when he pulled away, her eyes were heavy and her lips were pump.

“I’ve been crazy for you since … Bloody hell, since we were five!” He confessed as he stroked her hair. “I love you, this means everything to me!”

“It does? You do?”

Killian chuckled as he kissed her again.

“Don’t doubt me now,” he said before dropping another kiss on her lips. “How ‘bout some breakfast?”

“Breakfast?” Emma echoed, as though the word were a forgein language.

Killian grinned as he drew her back down to the bed.

“Or we could skip breakfast….”

Cross-Checking Chapter 8

This chapter is here due to @papofglencoe and a shit ton of red wine. Like a shit ton. Apparently, I write well while buzzed. So here it is. Tons of love to everyone reading. I appreciate you more than you know. Please keep chatting me up about the story, I love talking about it. @papofglencoe, boo I owe you some peonies and red wine. There’s also a LOT of dirty language within (even the first sentence…soooo be warned, and it’s under the cut)

Now for Katniss…

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