he doesn't care as long as he gets to eat x')

jeemyjamz  asked:

Prompt idea! Betty's sick and Jughead dotes on her like the good boyfriend he is (e.g skips school to take care of her, runs around town picking up comfort foods and watching rom-coms because Betty likes them, and other *omgthey'resocute* stuff). At the end Jughead leans in to kiss her, Betty leans away 'cause he doesn't want him to get sick, but he kisses her anyway 'cause kissing her is worth more than getting sick

I imagine jughead being the adorably protective boyfriend!

As beautiful as Betty Cooper was, she was about ten times as stubborn.

It wasn’t always a bad thing , her stubbornness had gotten him out of a lot sticky situations, and her inability to back down was one his favorite traits

But this was not the time to be stubborn.

Standing in her doorway glaring at him was his incredibly adorable, sick girlfriend.

“What are you doing here juggie, shouldn’t you be in Chem class right now?”

It was hard to take her grumpy glare too seriously when she sounded like a stuffed up chipmunk.

He gently pushed her back and led her to the couch.

“Well, schools kind of a drag when the only person worth going for isn’t there.” He shrugged

Betty’s eyes softened before she shook her head

“No, juggie I’m fine, it’s a cold, I’m not gonna let you miss school because I have a cold.” She shivered involuntarily

Jughead was immediately on his feet digging in her spare closet for the thick wool blanket he knew the coopers kept in there.

Carrying it back to the couch he placed it over his girlfriend and tucked her in gently.

“Bets, I wanna be here, with you, you’re sick you shouldn’t be alone.. and why aren’t you wearing socks? You’re just gonna make yourself more sick, don’t move.” He ordered, running up the stairs to retrieve her fluffy socks.

She sunk back into the couch smiling at her amazing, considerate, all around perfect boyfriend.

Who would have thought jughead jones would be running around getting socks for a girl.

As he came back down the stairs, he ran into the kitchen for a second before coming out empty handed causing her to raise a brow.

“I was just checking for something” he said handing her the socks which she happily placed on her feet. She was cold.

“You should sleep. You have to get rest or you won’t get better at all, think of how much school I’ll miss.” He smirked at her

She rolled her eyes, before reaching her arms out for him.

“Sleep here with me just for a little.”
She said in a tiny voice.

It was not humanly possible to say no to those puppy dog eyes and pouty lips.

He laid with her until he heard her breathing even out before slowly sliding out from under the covers and heading to the store.

On the way to the store he mentally catalogued everything he would need to make his girlfriend feel better.

It was weird caring about someone like this.

He had no one before Betty.

His mom was gone, jelly bean was gone, and his dad… well his dad was definitely not in the picture.

But Betty she gave him someone to care about, someone who cared about him.

She had gotten him a job at her moms paper,

She was helping him fix his relationship with Archie, while introducing him to new friends.

And she was the biggest support system he had ever had.

It was different, good different.

So that’s why he was currently on his way back to the beautiful blondes house with an armful of groceries and a smile on his face.

Opening the door with the spare key they kept under the gnome, he tiptoed to the kitchen noticing Betty still asleep on the couch.

As he put together the soup for her he pulled the chocolate milk out of the bag and poured two glasses.

He heard a sleepy voice behind him.

“Is that chocolate milk?” Betty was leaning against the door wrapped up in the huge quilt, smiling drowsily.

“Yep, and you can have it as long as you eat your soup” he smiled faux sternly.

“Alright dad.” Betty laughed

As jughead put the glasses down he moved towards Betty wrapping his arms around her waste

“Ooh, daddy? A new nickname? I like it” he grinned evilly

“Ew juggie that’s gross” she giggled smacking his arm.

He laughed attempting to move away from her before he felt the skinny arms wrap around his waist, the blanket falling to the ground.

“ I love you jughead.”

He felt his heart ache as he looked down at the love of his life.

“I love you too Bets ” he tilted his head down for a kiss before she wiggled away.

“Jughead! I’m sick you’re gonna catch it”

He caught her around the waist again, quickly putting his lips to hers.

Pulling away he smiled.

“Totally worth it.”

Anywhere, Everywhere (Loki x Reader)

Note: It’s getting chilly now and this just popped into my head. Just another random Loki imagine; meeting him in a cafe on a cold winter’s day. 

Words: 1577

It was a cold, winter morning, the kind you loved. Your breath was visible in the freezing air. The grass was white with frozen dew, the bare branches holding thousands of tiny icicles. You felt chilled to the core, probably because you’d left your scarf and coat in your hallway, but you didn’t care. There really was nothing better than feeling truly cold.

As you walked briskly around the park, you couldn’t help but smile at the people that waddled around in their thick winter jackets. They all looked at you like you were mad for bracing this weather in nothing but jeans and a thin shirt - and they probably had a point. Soon, your fingers began to go numb and you knew it was time to change your course.

You diverted off the busy path down another road to your favourite cafe. As you entered the building, you were hit by the thick wave of hot air, courtesy of the heaters working on overdrive to keep the cold away. You couldn’t help but sigh; why did no-one appreciate the chill like you? Surely you couldn’t be the only one to hate the warm?

Spying your usual table in the corner by the window, you waved to the girl on the till and took your seat. Even though the cafe was full, people having flocked to the warmth it offered, she still recognised you through the crowd and immediately set about making your order. The pros of visiting every day meant the staff knew your order inside and out and you never had to wait in the queue.

You let your mind wander while you waited until your attention was drawn to the man entering. Your first thought was that he was tall. Very tall. After that, you took in the rest of his features, intrigued by what you saw. It wasn’t often you saw someone with eyes that green paired with long black hair - you wondered if he actually dyed it for that effect. He was hardly your normal type but on him the combination was stunning. He had a radiance about him that you could only compare to the formality of royalty.

His eyes flickered across the entire cafe, looking for a seat. They fell on the only empty space in the building; the chair opposite you at your table. You averted your gaze, even though he hadn’t been staring directly at you, and tapped your fingers on the table as you waited for the waitress to bring over your order.

               "May I?“ A male voice asked a few moments later.

You looked up into the deep green eyes of that gorgeous man and nodded cautiously. This wasn’t normal behaviour. You were British. You didn’t talk to strangers and you certainly didn’t ask to sit with them. Still, looking around at the rest of the people in the cafe, you decided you could certainly do worse for company.

You sat in silence and kept your gaze on the outside world, feeling far too awkward to start up conversation with the intriguing man that sat opposite you. It reached a point, though, where your curiosity was too much to bear and you let yourself sneak a look out of the corner of your eye. You caught his gaze and immediately turned away.

               "Here you go,” an overly cheerful waitress said, placing a cup of boiling hot chocolate (made with almond milk, heaps of sugar and topped with marshmallows) and a toasted ham and cheese sandwich (with extra cheese) in front of you. She turned to the mystery man and asked, “Anything for you?”

He eyed your food curiously and then, after a moment’s indecision, shook his head. “No, thank you.”

She gave you both another smile and disappeared, leaving you alone again.

Savouring the taste of your hot chocolate as it warmed you from the inside, you noticed the man once again eyeing your sandwich. With a sigh, you said, “If you want half, you need only ask. Go on, just take it.”

Feeling compelled to make conversation now that you were sharing food - or he was eating your lunch, same difference - you said, “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

               "Loki,“ the man told you, taking a bite into the sandwich. An appreciative look crossed his face, as if this were the first time he’d ever had such a food - but then who had never had a toasted ham and cheese sandwich before?

The name rang a bell somewhere in the back of your mind, you just couldn’t place it. Although annoying, you pushed the thought away and asked, "So, what are you doing round here? Live nearby?”

               "Just visiting,“ he answered vaguely. "You?”

               "I only live round the corner. It’s a bit of a ritual to come here after a walk through the park.“

Loki’s eyebrows crumpled into a small frown as he looked at your clothes and then to the back of your chair. "You often walk in this weather without a coat?”

You shrugged, feeling the familiar judgement. You took another sip of your drink and answered enthusiastically, “I like the cold. It makes me feel more alive. It’s invigorating being able to feel the blood pump around your body. I guess you’re one of those people that prefers the warm?”

               "No, actually.“

               "You’re in luck then. Apparently it’s one of the coldest days here since records began.” Of course, minus ten could hardly match the record temperatures of the Antarctic but it was naturally causing mayhem anyway. You could understand why people thought you strange to go out without real protection against the elements but the five minute walk from your apartment would hardly kill you - at least, it hadn’t done yet. “What do you think of our glorious city, then? How long are you staying?”

               "Just today,“ he said, finishing off the half of the sandwich. You weren’t sure why, but the fact that he was leaving so soon made you sad. "As for your city…”

You let out a laugh, putting down your drink and tearing a small section off of your half of the sandwich. “Yeah, it’s dull. I know. I keep meaning to go out and see the world but there never seems time.”

               "Make time.“

               "Easier said than done…” you sighed, ripping off another chunk of the sandwich. Not really hungry, you offered the rest to Loki. “Have you travelled far?”

A small smile caught the edge of his lips, mischievous and somehow knowing as if in on a great secret I’d never be parry to. “You could say that. Where do you want to go?”

               "Anywhere. Everywhere.“

               "How telling… Be specific,” he groaned. “Where do you most wish to visit?”

You shrugged. Like everyone, you had a list of places you wanted to see; the great wonders and tourist destinations of the world. The pyramids. Rome. Aztec temples. The Caribbean. You wanted to see it all but were stuck at home with a crappy job that would never fund such luxurious travels. Out of nowhere, another destination came to mind. “Sark.”

               "Never heard of it.“

               "It’s a tiny island in the Channel. It’s nothing special but at night there’s no light. Everyone turns everything out. In true darkness you can see the Milky Way with the naked eye.” You weren’t sure why you were telling a stranger this, after all he was probably bored stiff and just being polite, but something about him made you think he might actually care. “It’s supposed to be breathtaking. I heard about it on the radio one day and have wanted to go ever since.”

               "You should go,“ Loki told you, keeping with his emerging trend of short, to the point responses.

               "One day I will,” you said, knowing you probably never would. “But for now, I have to stay put and work. Speaking of, I should be heading off. I’ve got a meeting this afternoon that I can’t miss.”

Loki stood with you and you felt even shorter than normal, standing beside him. “Thank you for sharing your lunch with me.”

You gave him a smile and told him it was nothing. “Thanks for keeping me company. Have a good life, Loki.”

You went over to the counter to pay and by the time you’d tapped your card on the reader your lunchtime companion was gone. You pulled out your phone as you stepped into the freezing cold and googled Loki, trying to work out why you knew the name. When the search came up with a Norse god you almost laughed. Who would name their child after a god of mischief and lies?!

Shivering as the chill began to seep into your bones, you shook out your limbs and powered back through the park to your home.

A few days later, a thick envelope came through your letterbox. You opened it up curiously and stared in amazement at the contents: tickets for a private boat to Sark; confirmation of a cottage for a week on the so-called dark island and a few hundred pounds in cash. There was a short, handwritten note included too that read:

The world waits for no-one, important meetings or otherwise. Lunch is on me next time.

It wasn’t signed but even you could take a guess as to who it was from. A smile on your face, you found yourself wondering just how soon “next time” would be.

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anonymous asked:

Examples of Bucky + Natasha being Terrible at Wooing their soulmate: Bucky writes a long apology and lets Tony know in it that he'd like to be closer if Tony would be comfortable with it. Tony sighs and tells Bucky he doesn't have to apologize any more for what they both know he couldn't control, and says Bucky should let go of the guilt if he can and doesn't have to feel pressured to hang out with Tony because he feels bad. (Bucky stammers and tries to correct him but Tony gets distracted) 1/8

Natasha cooks a complicated meal for Tony-she mostly only knows how to cook fancy things b/c of spy training on how to fool rich people, nothing simple. Tony smiles blandly and eats a few bites before finding an excuse to be called away, leaving Natasha frustrated with her coquilles St-Jacques and quenelles of pike with lobster sauce and wondering what she did wrong, because hey, effort, isn’t that supposed to make people know you care about them? // Bucky works up the courage to 2/8

ask Tony to dance at a gala, only he looks so nervous Tony assumes it’s because he’s uncomfortable and motions Natasha over to dance with him instead, saying that Bucky doesn’t have to settle for Tony as a rescuer when she’s an option, patting the two of them on the shoulders with a firm, empty smile. // Natasha editing her original “Iron Man yes, Tony Stark not recommended” report to say that both are recommended. Her stomach sinks as he gives her the bland press grin again and says thanks 3/8

How could she have gone wrong with that one? (It’s trying to edit the past; Tony’s more focused on moving forward and fixing what’s wrong than wishing things had been different.) She goes to Bucky and the two of them snuggle up together quietly and wish their third was with them too, if only they could figure out how to get him to consider it. // Examples of Bucky + Natasha being Excellent at Wooing their soulmate: Bucky glaring at Steve until he agrees to 1. apologize to Tony for not 4/8

listening to him in Civil War, for not trusting him or treating him like the family he was, 2. tell Tony about his PTSD that was guiding some of his actions. Tony swallows when he sees Bucky hanging back behind Steve, his eyes sharp, and feels lighter inside. // Natasha coming to knock on his workshop door with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when he’s been working for too long. She puts too much peanut butter on them at first, and uses grape jelly, but she watches him like a hawk as he 5/8

eats hers and makes his own, and he can’t help but feel warm flutters when she starts spreading the peanut butter thinner and using apricot jam, because that’s something she learned for *him*, something that would never come in handy on an op but something she cared enough to pay attention to anyway. // Bucky bringing a radio to the workshop and playing swing music, and gently bullying Tony into dancing with him until Tony is staring at him in surprised, hopeful pleasure, while Natasha 6/8

comes to watch the two of them with a smile on her face. Tony sees her and tries to pull Natasha up to dance with Bucky instead, but Bucky sits down, leaving Tony dancing with Natasha and super confused. // Natasha starting a video diary to record all the little things Tony does that make her day better, when she’s thinking of him, etc. She doesn’t video her face, so that she can’t use that to her advantage, and she films it on her phone, turning the camera away from her to video rooms and 7/8

landscapes. Bucky joins her after a few times. They put all the videos into a cloud, get Friday to hook Tony’s phone up to them (in a clearly labeled folder) so he can watch if he wants. Tony, trembling, comes into the workshop a few hours later, where they have taken up residence on his couch, cuddling, and stands in front of them looking lost. Bucky wordlessly pulls him into the middle of their cuddle, and Natasha pets his hair until he stops squirming, tucks his head under hers. 8/8 Ghost ^^


anonymous asked:

Hi! May I request reader giving two junkers sweaters, because she doesn't want them to have a cold?

[Accidently misread and made it reader x roady x junk in  a poly ship sorry sorry sorry]

You loved your boys with all your heart and cared for them as much as you could, they didn’t need you to look after them in certain departments, being terrfying and armed to the teeth not to mention the reputation either of them had but they would neglect certain things. Jamison was a pain when it came to eating or sleeping, you had to bring him food and remind him to eat and care for himself.

Roadhog was another matter, he would always ignore cuts and bumps, you would have to help him as you didn’t trust Junkrat with his dirty hands near open wounds. Winter was coming along and you knew the junkers hadn’t had a winter outside of Junkertown yet and they would feel it. Not that you didn’t love seeing their bodies in as little clothes as they tended to wear but you knew when the colder days and nights crept in they were going to feel it.

You decided to start early making them as Roadhog was a mountain of a man and Jamison was his own towering stack of limbs, two long and big and very awkward males you knew you had your work cut out for you, so whenever they were busy working on their own things or out doing whatever it was they did you would work tirelessly with knitting, at least it was calming and took your mind off of worrying about what state your boys would return home in.

It took you ages but soon you were finished and happy with your work. One night your boys got home and Junkrat was shivering, a look on his face, bushy brows furrowed and his teeth chattering, he tried to talk through it, his voice sounding jittery, of course the much skinnier man would feel it first but you could see the goosebumps on Roadhog’s arms even if he was much less obvious about his temperature discomfort.

“Hey” you greeted them looking up from your book as they both stumbled into the house, locking the door.

“How did the heist go?”

“G-g-good got some nice gems an’ stuff to sell fo’ a pretty penny, get them bike parts we need” Junkrat said, still jittering, even his manic giggle sounded flat and chilled.

He took off his riptire and ammo, setting it aside as Roadhog did the same and looked around the place for windows, making sure they were closed and curtains shut, only a few candles you had lit for light. You got up and went to a small box you kept your things in.

“Looks like your both chilly… good job I’ve finished these..” you said.

Junkrat jumped up, his ears perked and his eyes darted from you to the box as he leapt over the sofa with as much grace as a drunken chicken, arms flapping in the air as he peered over your shoulder, he let the tip of his tongue hangout his mouth as he bounced on the sofa cushion.

“Ya made us pressies darl?” he said with such eagerness, hands to his face now holding back a cackle.

Roadhog had listened and was standing to the side watching as you nodded, pulling out a massive dark blue jumper with a knitted version of his tattoo on it, you held it out proudly, it was massive you could have used it as a blanket but it was for the large junker.

He looked it over before he took it, putting it over his head, it fit like a dream, snug against his form but nice and warm, the thick wool you used was soft, thick, he pulled it a little and admired the design, loving the detail. He gave you a thumbs up and you could hear a muffled thanks, you smiled, that was always a big gesture from your bulky boyfriend.

Junkrat was now bouncing more, hoping he also got something as great as what you had given Roadhog, you pulled out a very long dark green jumper which had little orange and yellow bombs with his smileys all over, he made a loud screech  as you handed it to him.

He put it on with such eagerness he got his limbs tangled up and head in the wrong place, you laughed and soon helped him sort himself out. He soon stood there admiring it, he did a little twirl on his peg leg and did a bow.

“‘Ow do I look? ‘andsome as eva right?” The tall junker said, his arms stretched out wide to show it off to his partner in crime who just huffed.

“You look great.. do you like it?” you asked and before they could answer you felt Junkrat grab you, pulling you up off the ground and hugging you close, nodding his head over and over as Roadhog came in from behind and gently embraced his smaller partners.

You just grinned to yourself.

Sunday Brunch

Request: For sequel to The Alleyway Rescue. They’re related.  In this, Credence visits Reader for their weekly Sunday brunch and after the food, finds a way to fully relax via a story.

Word Count: 1,747

Pairing: Credence x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @gdmora

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in

The pan clatters onto the oven’s metal rack. Closing the heavy door, you crank the timer and set it aside. Turning away, you flick your wand, sending a pair of dinner dishes dancing onto your small dining table. The bowl of eggs lands in the center of it, right next to a plate of sausage and two cartons of jam.

Keeping one ear toward the door, you pull open the fridge as the timer ticks away. The turnovers’ warm strawberry smell wafts through your apartment, sending you stomach into a growling mess. Better a growling mess than the light, nervous mess it had been before.

The timer dings just as you hear what you’ve been waiting for: four light taps on the door. “Just a minute.” You shout, sliding on an oven mitt and pulling the pan of pastries from their spot on the rack. It crashes on top of the stove where you throw it, shaking the oven mitt from your hand and rushing toward the door.

Feeling silly, you pat your hair down before you click the locks open and pull the door open. “Credence!”

His smile is small, as always, but genuine. “I’m sorry.” He stops, as though he needs to recharge to finish his sentence. “For being late.”

You smile back at him. “It’s okay. You have perfect timing, actually! The turnovers just finished!”

Credence steps in and you shut the door behind him.

“Strawberry?” He questions, glancing around your apartment.

“Of course.” They’re his favorites, as you’d found out five weeks ago at your second weekly Sunday brunch. “You can sit. I’m just going to throw the turnovers on a plate.”

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  • I've just seen so much Scalia/Malia hate, more Malia hate than anything, and I'm trying to figure out why that is.
  • When Malia was introduced I was impartial, when Stalia happened I was like hell no, and I didn't like Malia for the simple fact that she was barely given screen time before heading into a romance with a main character in the most delusional/unhealthy (from a writer's standpoint aka mine). I saw the #AntiMalia posts and all I could think was I don't like her but that's way too far. They really don't have anything better to do with their time?
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  • Once I realized how much I loved Scott and Malia as characters on their own without being romantically linked to anybody else I was more okay with the idea of them getting together. At first, like a lot of people I was weirded out because of Stiles BUT STILES DID THE SAME THING WITH LYDIA SO THERE SHOULDN'T BE A DOUBLE STANDARD.
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anonymous asked:

Hey, can I request Jerome x reader where reader finds out that she has a very hard to be cured disease and doesn't want to tell Jerome but eventually the pain gets really unbearable and he notices? He takes care of her and you can end it with a happy end or let Jerome suffer from the loss of reader *though I secretly hope for a happy ending, haha*♥️ Loved your previous imagine so much!

Pairing: Jerome Valeska x reader

Warnings: a bit of cursing 

A/N: I’m soooooo sorry this took so long and that it’s probably not worth the time you waited for me to write it…sorry don’t hate me please? I love you! 😍 


«Y/N Y/L/N! Doctor is waiting for you» you stood up and followed the nurse.
You entered a white room.
«Ms Y/L/N! It’s nice to see you again» man that was sitting at the desk smiled at you.
«I want to say the same thing to you but can’t»
«Yea I understand why. So I have your results right here and I think that the news are not what people call good»
«Fuck» you whispered under your breathe

Since that day your life changed a bit. A bit of you always wanted to die, but not from a fucking heart disease and not now, not when you finally found someone who cared about you.

You quietly stepped in to your apartment, taking off your shoes.
«Hey! Where’ve you been, doll? You woke up earlier than me, nonsense!» J looked down at you
«Yea I know, wanted some water and couldn’t fall asleep, so I decided to go for a walk»
«Next time you decide to go for a walk leave a note or something, I was worried sick» Ginger kissed your forehead.
«Fine» you sighed.
You were lying. You woke up not because you were thirsty, you woke up because of the pain in your chest. Pain started a while ago. At first it was just an uncomfortable feeling, but then it became stronger.
You didn’t tell Jerome, he already had a lot of things to worry about plus you didn’t want to be pathetic. Eventually you would have to tell him, but not now and you also needed to find the right way to present it to him.
But right now you were happy. J was sitting at the table telling you about Gallavan’s evil plans. You knew who Jerome was, it didn’t scare you, it even attracted you.
You felt a new wave of pain building up in your chest.
«And then he wants us to…is everything alright, cupcake? You look pale.» Jerome looked at you with the worried expression on his face.
«It’s just a headache»
«Are you sure you don’t want to go to the doctor? You’ve been having these headaches quite often lately.»
«Believe there’s nothing serious I’m sure it’s just because of the wether»
«If you say so»

A month passed and now any time there was a pain in your chest you could barely keep yourself from screaming. You bought painkillers, but they did practically nothing.
When ginger wasn’t home you didn’t even bother to keep yourself. You just screamed into the pillow.
You woke up one night because of the crazy pain. Groaning quietly you carefully slipped out of the bed, trying not to wake Jerome up. You walked to the bathroom and opened a little cabinet besides mirror. You took your pill bottle and opened it.
«No» you whispered «No no no no» you slipped on the wall. You closed your mouth with your hands growling in them. «I can’t» you whispered before a loud scream escaped your mouth. Tears started falling down your cheeks.
«Y/N?!» You heard loud footsteps before tall ginger appeared in front of you.
«Y/N? What happened? Are you hurt? Tell me what happened, doll!» He kneeled near you cupping your face with both of his hands.
«It hurts» you cried «It hurts so fucking much» you sobbed.
Jerome examined you for any physical damage, when he found nothing he wrapped his hands around you and hugged you tightly. «Everything’s gonna be fine, doll»
You screamed into Jerome’s chest once more.
He squeezed you tighter.
You both sat on the bathroom floor for fifteen more minutes. You were crying and Jerome tried to calm you down, stroking your hair and whispering to your ear that everything is going to be fine.
Now Jerome lifted you and placed you under the sheets and eventually you fell asleep.
When you woke up Jerome wasn’t near you. You stood up and walked to the kitchen. Your ginger was standing there next to the stove cooking something.
«Hey» you said carefully
«Hey» Jerome looked at you and placed a plate with pancakes in front of you. «Eat and then you’ll have a whole bunch of explanation to do»
You stared at your pancakes avoiding eye contact with the ginger.
When you finished your breakfast there was an uncomfortable silence.
«What the hell happened tonight?» Jerome was the first one to speak
«I’m sick and not…not like a cold or something…I’m…I’m…deadly sick» you croaked, a nasty lump forming in your throat
«You…what?» Jerome backed up a bit «You…you’re…you can’t be…wh-why didn’t you tell me?» You saw ginger’s eyes started to glisten.
«I know! J, listen I’m sorry I-I didn’t want you to worry about me and..» You were interrupted by Jerome
«You didn’t want me to worry about you» he huffed «If I didn’t worry about you I wouldn’t be with you, I wouldn’t tell you who I am! I care about you and always will cause I fucking love you!» Jerome started screaming, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
«Jerome, I’m so sorry» you came to Jerome and hugged him tightly burying your nose in his chest, but Jerome didn’t hug you back
«What can we do?»
«There’s something we can possibly do to…save you»

A month passed since the unofficial king of Gotham nearly lost his queen. But now everything was fine. Jerome and Y/N together…as always…

anonymous asked:

May I have some Tendou Satori headcanons with a chubby s/o?

Hi dear! Obviously you can have it! Maybe they are not long, but just because Tendou is a good guy and all the good guys love you for who you are, whichever shape you have. So they treat their chubby s/o lovely and caring as they would do with a thin s/o :3

Tendou Satori

-He likes to hug you from behind, wrapping around you like a blanket. Or to trap you on the couch against his chest and nuzzling against your neck like a big cat.

-If someone tries to make an even slightly mean comment, he had better run. And run fast. Because there’s nothing more scary than an angry Guess Monster, full of sarcasm and acid. And he’s ready any time to get angry for you.

-He’s blunt, terribly blunt, but that’s why you can trust him. If he says you’re beautiful, it’s because he thinks it. If says you look good in that dress, it’s because you do. He never lies to you, just the plain truth.

“Remember S/O-chan, my guesses are always right.”

“It’s a dress Tendou! Not a block.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m right. You’re cute.”

-He likes to poke and tickle you a lot, listening in awe to your giggles and laughter.

-Every time you go on a date, he insists to feed you. He loves it. And always pays for your food, faking to pout if you try to pay for yourself.

-If you try to go on a diet because you’ve heard someone being mean and stupid, or because it’s a period of low self-esteem, he becomes mad. Not the aggressive mad, but the protective mad. He even tries to cook for you to persuade you eating like usual, and if you insist, he gets really worried. He wants you to be healthy and happy.

-He knows by heart all your favorite and to-use-for-comfort food. When he goes grocery shopping, always makes sure to buy something you like.

-When you have a no-day, he spends it all with you in tranquility and cuddling. He also tries hundreds and hundreds of cheesy and lame jokes to make you laugh, even a little.

-When you try to complain if he picks you up, saying that you’re heavy, he glares and tightens his grip saying cheerfully, but with a serious hue: “Don’t be stupid, S/O-chan! I was an athlete you know? I could keep you like this all day long.”

-He likes to be the big spoon when you sleep together.

-Favorite positions? On the couch with his head on your laps or on your belly.

-Favorite kissing spot (not considering the lips): your cheeks.

-He is fascinated by your stretch marks and trails their line with his long, slender fingers like a child, sometimes leaving a trail of small, playful kisses.

Love at First Bark

Parings: College!Steve Rogers x College!Reader

Summary: You send Steve for food and he comes home with a puppy

Warnings: None, just fluff

A/N:  This is my story for @buckthegrump’s Pick Your Poison Writing challenge. My prompt is Explain to me how you leave the house to get takeout but come back with a puppy? This is my first time doing a writing challenge.  Hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 775

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

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anonymous asked:

Hello! May I request headcanons for Iida with an s/o who's always super energetic and positive, but doesn't often pay attention to rules? Thank you so much, love you!

Tenya Iida 

Originally posted by captaincinnabunny

  • He loves how positive you are. He just adores how excited you get about certain things and how you seem to talk for hours at a time about anything. He just loves you

  • If you’re up to it the two of you will go for runs later in the evening together. If you can keep up with him, great, if not he’ll slow down so the two of you can stick next to each other.

  • He knows you mean the best so at times when you accidentally break the rules he’ll carefully remind you to be careful and to just remember that rules are set in place for a reason.

  • He usually covers for you anytime you get in trouble though, claiming that he should have been watching you more closely.

  • Midoriya and Uraraka love you for being able to make Iida smile so much. The two of you are perfect for each other, often supporting each other in each of your separate goals for the future.

  • When Iida’s brother was in the hospital it was the first time you were ever quiet for such a long time, holding his hand as you just sat next to him. It took some time before he finally broke down and cried into your shoulder. You rested your hand on his head and slowly stroked his head.

  • You mention, quite a few times, that he shouldn’t search for the Hero Killer. You didn’t want to lose him because of vengeance.

  • When he ends up in the hospital because of what happened, you leave your internship to run to the hospital, arriving in your hero costume and gasping for breath. He just looks up at you with guilt. Todoroki and Midoriya leave so the two of you can have a moment alone.

  • He can’t tell you about what happened due to the confidentiality agreement he had just made. However, he knows you’re smart enough to guess what happened.  
    “What if you had died?”
    “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry (Name)”

  • He truly thinks he’s ruined your relationship when he looks up and sees what he had done to you. You were hunched over, tears cascading down your cheeks as you rested your hand on your forehead.

  • It’s the first time he’s seen you so sad, so angry. He doesn’t know what to say so he just lets you talk. He apologizes any moment he can get, he hopes you know he means it.

  • It takes some time but when the two of you are able to fall back into a routine, walking together in the morning, eating lunch together, running in the late evenings but when you do you’re finally back to your old, positive, happy self.

anonymous asked:

The skelebros {UT, US, and UF, maybe even HT if you wish} on being in the Soulmate AU where there's a timer on your wrist for when you will meet your soulmate, when they notice their clocks have hit 24 hours or less?

classic sans

He’s Sweating. look, he’s a skeleton with rock-bottom standards, alright? he works, like, nine side jobs, smells faintly like hot dog water, drinks ketchup right out of the bottle, and has the self-esteem of a slug. he’s pretty sure that, no matter who he looks right in the eyes when his timer goes off, it’s gonna be chaos when they realize they’re paired off with a skeleton wearing gym shorts.

so he wears jeans for once in his life.

classic papyrus

E X C I T E M E N T!!! he’s so out of his mind thinking about how he’s going to be meeting his soulmate in less than twenty-four hours… and he starts preparing the second it goes from 25:00:00 to 24:59:59. break out the skinny jeans, leather jacket, and anime powder- he will not be anything less than groomed for when they meet up! of course, he reviews a soulmate manual for the best tips and tricks for such a thing!

underswap sans

he’s sweaty, too, but in a good way…? honestly, he works best under pressure- within twenty-four hours, he’s able to get nice clothes to wear, make sure that papyrus has something to eat while he’s out, fix up the house (read: pick up the socks papyrus leaves everywhere and tell him not to drop any more just in case they want to come back to his house P L EASE PAPYRUS HE IS TRYING HIS BEST HE DOESN’T WANT TO MESS THIS UP)… he’s Prepared

underswap papyrus

low-effort. like. the smallest of effort, but the highest anxiety. he planned on keeping some sweets from muffet’s on-hand as an icebreaker, realized he’d be completely screwed if they were allergic to chocolate or peanut butter, and then ate it all nervously while talking Very Loudly to sans about how little he cares about having a soulmate hahahahahaha he’s not nervous at all

underfell sans

Sweat Master over here does nothing to prepare, but is very on edge for the whole day. he takes a nap around eighteen hours left to go to try and calm his nerves, and wakes up at ten hours. he tries to ignore the sense of dread and goes out to grillby’s to try and ignore the countdown- hoping that, hey, if they just Show Up, it’s not going to be such a nerve wracking experience

underfell papyrus

he’s so nonchalant about it that he sort of tricks himself into thinking it’s no big deal? sure, he’s dressed nice, but he’s always dressed nice (his royal guards uniform is of course a fashion statement). around five hours, though, it sinks in that he’s about to meet someone who’s intended to be perfect for him, and he takes a panicked and quick peruse of his dogeared dating manual 

anonymous asked:

How about some headcanons about how Warren would comforts his pregnant gf

Month 1:

  • For a week you feel funny, not bad or anything but just funny
  • He starts noticing an odd look in your eye
  • He begins noticing you face is unusually red sometimes
  • He notices you are a little warmer than usual
  • Nothing extremely out of the ordinary so you two think nothing of it

Month 2:

  • You wake up one day and you throw up all over the bathroom
  • You have no idea what is wrong until a missed period makes you freak out until you realize that it’s true
  • He holds your hair when you throw up
  • He proposes when you show him the positive tests
  • He gets you ginger ale and saltines
  • You are beginning to get way too comfortable with the toilet
  • He keeps apologizing for knocking you up
  • He rubs your back to help you feel better
  • He is in all new territory with this
  • He panics at first but holds it down
  • He wraps you in his fluffy wings and for some weird reason you don’t feel as sick

Month 3:

  • He goes to every single appointment
  • He argues with doctors who refuse to treat you because the baby could be a mutant
  • He gets thrown out of many offices
  • Hank eventually takes over your care and Warren is so grateful
  • When you start barely showing he nearly throws up cause now it’s getting more real
  • He seriously debates calling his dad to tell him how he proved him wrong but doesn’t
  • He gets paranoid to touch you and refuses to have sex with you
  • You get much angrier now that he is paranoid but you get it
  • He listens to you every time you say you don’t feel well
  • He gets you whatever you want food wise and constantly reassures you he still loves you and you are not fat

Month 4:

  • He sees your little angel on the ultrasound machine for the first time and “No babe I’m not crying! It’s just dusty in here and I have allergies.”
  • “Do you need anything?”
  • “I dont want to hurt the baby.”
  • “I don’t want to risk poking the baby in the face!”
  • “What do you think about the name Emma? Or Molly? I like those names for a girl.”
  • When you two finally have sex again he is so gently you are ready to punch him.
  • You appreciate that he’s trying
  • “For the last time you are not fat and even if you were who cares? Our kid is in there! You can get as big as you need to cause they gotta grow!”
  • “Do you think they’ll be born with wings?”
  • “I love you babe. You are giving me the best gift ever!”
  • He goes cold turkey and quits smoking and drinking
  • He sticks to it
  • He tears up again and is silent for hours when you hear the heartbeat for the first time.

Month 5:

  • You both are over the moon when you find out you’re having a baby boy
  • You both get into a nasty argument when he says he doesn’t want to name the baby “Warren Worthington the fourth”
  • “Why would I want to give my fresh from God newborn the same name as a class A screw up from a family of abuse and pain? Why the hell would I want him named after me? He deserves a name that isn’t tainted by bad decisions and mistakes! He’s my son and he deserves better than me!”
  • He goes off for a couple hours to cool down and Kurt talks to him. Erik joins them and they all have a long conversation in a mixture of German and English
  • He spends the rest of the night apologizing and making up for it
  • He eventually agrees to the name but you two nickname him Four
  • He begins playing Metallica on a stereo throughout the day so he can learn to like Metal music
  • He lays on your belly when you’re asleep and talks to your son

Month 6:

  • You’re going to go crazy if you don’t get out of the house
  • He has taken to literally carrying you everywhere so you won’t get tired
  • You are napping so much more these days
  • Charles took you off missions months ago and you’re permanently teaching the younger kids
  • Warren agrees entirely and goes to great lengths to protect you
  • He sets up the crib and you burst into tears cause you realize how soon it will be until he gets here
  • He gives you back massages at night
  • More than once the guys catch him giving you a foot rub
  • They mess with him about it and you threaten them
  • “You do not want to piss off a severely hormonal pregnant woman!” They are now afraid of you

Month 7:

  • You are genuinely furious you can no longer tie your own shoes or zip your jeans
  • You are even more furious that you can’t shave anything
  • Warren offers to shave your legs for you and you accept. He does pretty well except one knee nick
  • The back massages are getting more and more needed

Month 8:

  • There is literally no food left in the mansion thanks to you and Jean who is also pregnant but is only five months
  • Scott and Warren are ready to drive face first into the pool
  • Warren finishes the baby’s part of your rather large room
  • He hand painted a wooden number four and put it above the crib
  • You couldn’t help but laugh
  • Sex has become very awkward
  • You actually are getting annoyed of him being so doting and you have to make him go out flying or do something to give you peace for a few hours

Month 9:

  • Braxton-Hicks contractions are going to drive you crazy
  • Stress level is up
  • Warren is going to have a heart attack before you give birth
  • You are pretty sure there is a secret twin in there cause you feel like you’re the size of a house
  • You haven’t stopped eating for a month
  • You’re genuinely considering a C-section cause he might be too big
  • You start researching methods to induce yourself

Month 10:

  • You are so done with this pregnancy you are doing anything to go into labor
  • This includes sex; lots and lots of sex
  • He actually believes his dick will fall of before your water breaks
  • Actually he’s positive his dick will fall off before your water breaks
  • You are officially overdue and Hank debates inducing you. The day before he does induce you you go into labor.
  • You have a fast labor of nine hours but the pain comes so much faster than you ever thought it could
  • Warren held your hand and rubbed your back the whole time until your son emerged screaming out of the womb
  • After that you fell asleep and Hank handed him the baby with a quick “Congratulations. I’ll check on you later.”
  • When you woke up Warren was looking down at the tiny blonde infant like he had seen the Creator for the first time
  • “He’s beautiful like you.”
  • “He’s perfect like you.”
  • “I don’t want to ever put him down.”
  • “I love you babe.”
  • You smile to yourself as he whispers things to your son and you drift back off to sleep. Definitely worth it.

anonymous asked:

ok can I just say right off the bat that I love your stories?? anyways can you do one where the reader has a lil bit of chub and doesn't rlly like it and then fluff happens?? thanks <3 [keep up the good work]

Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoy them :p
Sorry this one took so long; it really hit close to home and I wrote it on one of those down days that hit you sometimes (like where you just feel like absolute shit and you hate everything about yourself and yeah it really isn’t fun lol), so that’s why it may be a bit depressing lol fml, but I hope it’s okay!! X

You stood in front of the mirror and stared.
The shower was on behind you. You were waiting for the water to warm up until you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror.
Now you stood and stared at yourself until the image became blurry and you felt a tear trickle down your cheek.

Soon you were competing with the shower in terms of who could expel the most water in the littlest amount of time, and you were winning.

You eventually tore your eyes away from yourself and stood under the warm spray of the shower.
You looked down at your body and felt nothing but pure hate for yourself, and you couldn’t help but cry.
You had tried to love yourself, you really had; but you hadn’t had any success.

Suddenly, you thought about your boyfriend, Calvin.
Did he want you to lose weight? Was he embarrassed to be with you because of the way you looked? The thought brought a wave of pain so intense it was as if someone had stabbed you and twisted the knife in the wound.

You thought about the amount of girls that threw themselves at him every day and wondered if he ever thought about them; if he ever compared them to you and wished you were more like them.
You wondered if he was only with you because he felt sorry for you.

Sobs racked your body and you stepped out of the shower. You dried yourself quickly and threw on a sweater and comfy bottoms before going into the bedroom and curling up in the sheets in the dark.
Tears still fell - they were seemingly unstoppable.

Calvin was in the lounge and you tried to keep quiet so he wouldn’t hear you. The bedroom door was closed and you were in complete darkness; you closed your eyes and tried to breathe.
Why did these feelings just attack you out of nowhere, completely unprovoked?

You tried to even your breathing and you seemed to be succeeding to at least a small degree until the door opened and dim light flooded into the room.
You thought about keeping your eyes closed and pretending you were sleeping but it was no use - he knew you too well to be fooled by that.

Calvin walked quietly over to the bed and you heard his socked feet pad closer and closer. You felt his gentle touch on your waist and the bed tilted slightly as he sat on the edge of it.
‘Hey babe? D'ya want something to eat? I know how grumpy you get when you’re hungr-’ he chuckled slightly as he spoke and then his gaze landed on the tear tracks staining your cheeks. He stopped. Frowned.
‘What’s wrong baby?’ His voice took on a tone of urgency as his hands reached for yours, which were now covering your face.
He gently took your hands from your face and wiped your tears away with his thumb.
‘Why are you crying?’ His voice was soft and his eyes were big and alive with concern.
You just reached your hands out for him and he understood. He lay down on the bed and you cuddled into him as your emotions threatened to take hold once again.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and you stiffened as a fresh wave of self-consciousness rolled over you.
You took his hand in yours and moved his arm away from your waist, repositioning it so he was hardly touching you but you were still snuggled into his neck.
He frowned and looked down at you.
‘Why?’ He asked simply.
You decided fuck it, you were just going to tell him exactly how you felt, no matter how choked up you might get.
'I just hate myself so much,’ you whispered as new tears fell, but you didn’t even care anymore. You just wanted to get it off your chest in hopes it would make you feel better.
'I’m nothing compared to the girls that throw themselves at you on a daily basis,’ you rambled about how you hated the way you looked and then you paused, sniffled, and decided to ask a question - no matter now much you dreaded the answer.

'Tell me the truth,’ you began and shifted so you could see his face at all times, 'do you wish I was skinnier?’
Your voice broke as you articulated what had been running through your head relentlessly for the past half an hour.
Numerous emotions crossed his features briefly before he spoke.
'What? No! Of course not. Why would you even think that?’
His heart was pounding at the prospect that you even thought shit like that. Why didn’t consider yourself to be as beautiful as he knew you were?

He sat up, and made you do the same. You were facing him but you kept your head bowed so your gaze didn’t quite meet his.

'I just.. You could do so much better than me,’ you whispered.
'Stop saying that,’ he sounded upset and slightly angry, but you didn’t know why. 'Y/n, how can you think this shit about yourself? You’re fucking beautiful, baby.’

He gently put two fingers under your chin and lifted your head, making your eyes meet his.
'I don’t care about any of those other girls - and I never will. Because the fact is, they’re not you. I wanna be with you, no one else. You’re fucking smokin’ hot the way you are, and you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Why don’t you see that?’
His eyes glittered as they looked into yours and they were so filled with sincerity it nearly made your heart burst.
You just leaned into him and fell into his warm, safe embrace. He pulled you onto his lap and you cuddled your face into his neck as his arms encircled you. He touched you gently, glancing at you every now and then as if to make sure you were comfortable.
He began to slowly and rhythmically rock back and forth with you in his arms, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead as he did so.

For the rest of the evening Cal held you and told you every single thing he loved about you and why you’re so beautiful.
You eventually drifted to sleep in the refuge of his arms far before he ran out of things that made you beautiful.
As far as he was concerned, every
single thing about you was perfect.

Someone pls tell me where I can get my very own Cal bc honestly I just need a Calvin Cuddle™ sometimes and he ain’t here. :(
Anyway lol I hope that was okay and feel free to drop by my ask to request something or even just for a lil chat!! :) luv u 💗 X

anonymous asked:

Can you please do a scenario where you are a waitress at a diner that the boys (got7) usually go to hang out? One day they come in and there are some customers being really rude to you? And Mark doesn't really know what to do, but eventually helps you out? Hope that wasn't too confusing of a request! Thank you! <3

Originally posted by holyfuckmark

Rude Customers? Send Mark Tuan.

Thanks for the request anon! And I apologize for taking so long. I’ve been in a weird writing funk for the past week or so and I think I’m finally getting back into the swing of things. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x Reader
Genre: Fluff

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“Frank Protecting Karen” prompt SEQUEL!!!!

A week or so ago, someone prompted me to write  Kastle prompt fill “Frank Helping to Protect Karen When Fisk Finds out she Killed Wesley”, and it’s been so well liked (and I was so taken with it myself) that I decided to write a sequel to it! 

The prompt I gave myself? “Frank Comes to Karen Beaten and Bloody and it Becomes Her Turn to Protect Him”

Here’s hoping you enjoy it!

Karen doesn’t often respond to knocks at her door without a gun in her hand anymore. She inches her way toward the peep hole in response to two decided thumps, and one sloppy, muffled one like someone falling against her door—or halfheartedly trying to break it down. She pauses for a moment, waiting for another sound, or gunshots. None come. So she looks.

A head of dark hair is all she can see. Her visitor is, indeed, slumped against the door itself. But she knows that haircut, and she sets the gun aside, and scrambles for the lock.

“Frank?!” she exclaims as she opens the door, and he all but falls into her arms. “What the hell?”

“Need your bathtub,” he grunts.

“What? Why?”

“Better n’ bleeding on the carpet.”

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anonymous asked:

do you have some more information on why freelee and her boyfriend are bad people? i am actually curious - i only heared them speak up about veganism (which i consider to be a good thing) and bring this subject to a wider audience. like if she started to donate (how do we know she doesn't?), it would 'only be for her image'. is there even a chance for her to do it right at this point? don't get me wrong, i'm not a fan of freelee's. i am honestly curious and would like to know more. :)

Please firstly, do not watch her videos, it is how she makes money. 
where do I begin with what is wrong with these two?

This is some screencaps from Durian riders instagram, he was in China and taking VIDEOS of fat people in public so he could mock them about their weight. 

And it is NOT just him doing it, Freelee makes videos about other youtubers weight gain, about how they need to lose weight. She says that EVERYONE can and should have a thigh gap.

Now we know she makes these  video titles controversial to gain views, but that is not where the problem lies, I have watched most of these videos before realizing she made money from me watching it. She trys to disguise her fat-phoboia in “concern for health” but it is all fucking bullshit. She pushes veganism as a diet, she makes money from people viewing it as a diet. She promises weight loss, and she knows that’s why the people are coming to it…. Because she titles her videos “how to lose 100 lbs”.

See how many of those screencaps are about eating disorders? It is not okay for an unprofessional woman to give people advise about their eating disorders. It is not okay to publicly shame someone in a video online about their weight to get fucking money. Do you want to know why I don’t want to see them in person? because i don’t want them to make a video about me. It literally terrifies me. 
I have been vegan for over 3 years, and in that time I have gained weight, and I’ve lost weight but it is none of anyones business. The truth is you don’t know what someone has been through, so you have no right to judge their weight, or reduce their entire worth to their weight.

Her partner posted a video not to long ago saying that depression is just someone being “undercarbed” and that people “choose” to be depressed. And her video claimed that everyone can have a thigh gap, when it has been proven that biologically some people just can’t.
Do you know how harmful these ideas and opinions are?

Studies have been done that PROVE fat shaming does not cause weight loss, in fact it causes weight gain.

Essentially freelee’s videos are made to prey on those who are insecure, just the same as advertising to market weight-loss products. You look at freelee’s most viewed video and it’s about weight-loss.. And if she is promoting an ethical lifestyle it is a seconadary point, not the main event (like veganism should be)

And of course they could redeem themselves, if they actually apologized for their harmful behaviours. But this won’t happen, they have been called out many times and always act arrogant about it.
Saying you care about someones health and not actually caring that there are more reasons to someones weight problems is not actually caring at all.
Caring about weight over mental health, is not caring at all.

All the cares about is the outside, she hides her fatphobia in “concern” for health, but That’s all it is.. fake concern for health. 

She said she hasn’t had her period in years, yet she is shaming everybody who doesn’t look like her.. she spews health health health yet
Based on current information, a woman must have a minimum percent body fat of 13-17% for regular menstruation. If a woman’s percent body fat is too low, her periods may stop and she may experience infertility. Her menstrual irregularities may also compromise the health of her bones, normal hormonal function is necessary for bone health.” (x)

Why ultra low body fat is unhealthy 
She doesn’t even meet the standards for health, she is just a fatphobic, body shaming POS. (I realize I am shaming her here, but I’m not the one going “ew overweight is so healthy, we need to stop the overweight people” when i’m underweight, unhealthy and a hypocrite)
For the record a healthy body fat % for females is 21-32%
Freelee may feel good at whatever low body fat % she has, but I can guarantee that not everyone can (or wants to) achieve that, for someone so concerned with “health” she sure is promoting/doing lots of unhealthy things and she is not a very nice person.

Now about her hatred for obese models, I’m sorry but seeing how clothes would look on a body type similar to yours is not promoting obesity. In fact it would promote self confidence instead of self hatred.

9 FACTS that shatter the stereotypes about fat people

And as for the “how do you know she doesn’t donate” because she would talk about it…. she would say “hey guys I just donated to freedom hill, you should all head on over there and do it too”
And then her thousands of followers would donate, fuck I do that and I only have 4,300 followers. It’s what you do for things you care about.
But the truth is she DOESN’T CARE ABOUT THEM, because it doesn’t make her any money. It also takes nothing to volunteer, she lives in the hills, not far from freedom hill and I’ve not once seen her there (i go to every volunteer day) 
She could actually do good for the people and animals at Freedom hill, but chooses not to? just her posting photos of it, would raise awareness and generate donations, but she does NOTHING.

Fuck I get less in a year than she makes in a month and i have a mental illness, and i still go and donate and volunteer. A few months ago i raised over $1,000 to donate to Fairview lodge and Freedom hill and I am not famous like her. Imagine if she did that?

I currently sponsor 8 animals at freedom hill, that’s $400 a year, that I.. a poor as fuck unemployed mentally ill person, donates. But her, a wealthy internet famous person, who earns $13,000 a month, does nothing.
I remember in one of her videos she said she spends $350 a week on food… and then she has the nerve to go bragging about how she makes that money? by harming other people. She is trash. Nothing could change my mind apart from her changing and aplogizing. And actually living by the values she claims to hold.

anonymous asked:

Why are people thinking that oliver set felicity up with that plan I i i don't get it, oliver says "I can't get close enough to slade to give him the cure" felicity says "don't let him out think you" and at that moment it seemed like a light went off in their heads,I'm betting she came up with the plan knowing that she might be able to get close enough to slade if she was taken saying the I love you was olivers idea knowing that slade would take her, olicity trust each other with their lives

I have to go back and watch the episode again, to be honest, because I know my brain stopped absorbing information at a certain point out of sheer shock. LOL.

From what I remember, the information as presented, could be interpreted a few ways — either they had the plan together from that Queen Consolidated scene OR Felicity only realized what Oliver was angling toward the moment he pressed the syringe into her hand at the mansion and said, “Do you understand?”

The island stuff at the end seemed to indicate that Felicity didn’t know until that moment (again, I have to go back and watch it), but what I think the important debate is is… was Oliver, at the Queen Mansion, lying when he said what he said to Felicity?  Because I don’t think so, especially not after the way it was done.

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in which emma and henry make sure killian's birthday doesn't pass unnoticed

Henry corners her in the booth at Granny’s one morning, sliding in opposite her all business-like and serious and she just knows there’s plan forming in that head on his that he wants her in on. Emma sups at her hot chocolate and waits.

“Mom, we have to do something for Killian’s birthday!” Henry insists. Ah, there it is.

Emma is still half asleep so it takes her a little while to process what he’s saying. Killian hadn’t mentioned to her he had a birthday coming up. “Killian’s birthday? When is it?”

“That’s the thing!” Henry exclaims. “He doesn’t even remember when it is, even Smee doesn’t know–isn’t that the saddest thing you’ve ever heard? Not remembering your own birthday?”

Emma smiles, shrugging. “It is understandable, kid. He is over three hundred years old. I’d struggle to remember my birthday if I’d lived that long." 

"No, you wouldn’t because people who care about you would be there to remind you and celebrate it with you!” Henry says passionately. Heart of the truest believer indeed, Emma thinks, not for the first time admiring his inherent goodness. “Killian forgot because he never celebrated it– he didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with, but now he does. He has us. We have to celebrate it with him.”

At first, Emma had thought Henry’s upset about Killian not remembering his birthday was his abject refusal to consider someone not having a day a year devoted to them where they get cake and presents but she sees his point. Emma thinks about Killian after his brother and Milah died, alone and isolated on his ship on his birthday every year for over three hundred of them -no one left who cared enough to mark the date-until it became a just another day. It’s achingly sad when she thinks about it like that.

“Okay, kid, I’m in.” Emma leans in conspiratorially. Henry grins at her. “So, how exactly do we celebrate a birthday that no one knows the date of?”

Henry looks like he’s got this all figured and Emma has no doubt that he does. “Isn’t it obvious? We give him a new one!”

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anonymous asked:

Amuse me

Aha! You didn’t mention the characters, Sunglasses - and I’m going to take advantage of that loophole.

Your wife is normally a cheery person, but when something gets her down, it really gets her down. You may be the Queen of all things dark, but when your wife is depressed, she reaches depths even you wouldn’t normal go to. So when your wife gets the news that the post of Chief Medical examiner had gone to a Dr. Maura Isles over her, she’s ready to renounce being a forensic pathologist and lie in bed. And you haven’t a clue how to cheer her up. How are you supposed to cheer up someone who’s always happy.

You’ve tried dragging her out of bed, but she’s adamant to lie in bed and go over all the reasons why Dr. Isles deserves the job over her. And she’s still in bed when you get Danny home from school, which makes you slightly worried. You’ve never seen your wife this dejected about anything - but you know she had been vying for the job for a long time. You decide that you would attempt to cheer up your wife later again after dropping Danny at Traci’s for the evening.

‘What’s wrong with Mommy?’ Danny asks as you put down a bowl of cereal for the two of you. You fumble at that. How do you explain to a 4 year old that his mother was feeling down because she didn’t get a job she wanted so badly.

'Umm Mommy’s feeling a little sad, Dan.’ you start, and then you realize you can’t really expect him to understand it all.

'Why??’ Danny asks back, looking back at you.

'Well, she lost her favorite toy.’

'No!’ he exclaims, suddenly looking sad himself.

'I know champ, but she’s feeling a little sad about that.’ you continue, between mouthfuls of cereal and urging him to eat as well.

'We should make her happy again!’ he shouts out loud, and you agree with that. And now you’re stuck in a loop of what to do to cheer up your wife up.

'I know, Danny - as soon as we’re done eating Ok?’ you say, finishing the last of your cereal and getting out your phone to let Traci know she was going to be bringing Danny over. As soon as Danny’s done with his cereal, he gets off his chair and rushes upstairs.


Holly’s lying on her side, staring at the door, going over every inch of everything she’s ever done in her job, wondering if she ever did something wrong, when she hears little footsteps coming her way. She sees Danny walking towards the bed, hands behind his back. Holly can’t help but smile when she sees him, looking oh so important as he walks into the room.

'Momma said you’re sad coz you lost your toy.’ Danny starts and you grin at that, trust Gail to explain it like that to Danny.

'Yeah.’ you say back, smiling a little at his concern.

'So I got you Mister Bunny for you to play with.’ he finishes, bringing his hands front and holding up his dirty, favorite plush toy. Your heart immediately melts at that and you get up, grab him and hug him tight, wondering why you didn’t do this before. It’s quite therapeutic, making you feel so much better already.

'Thanks so much Danny,’ you tell him, giving him a hard kiss on the cheek while he’s grinning from ear to ear. He shoves the toy into your hands, and you take the toy, realizing that your son is probably the sweetest thing ever.

'Play with him!’ Danny exclaims, and he takes the toy back from you to demonstrate.

'Ah. What does Mister Bunny do now?’ you ask, remembering that the toy rabbit had a dozen occupations, from cowboy to lion tamer.

'He’s a 'tective!’ Danny replies, playing with his toy while Holly’s still looking over him and playing with his short, soft hair. It does remind you of your wife’s hair and you grin at Danny’s answer.

'He’s a detective?’ you ask, remembering that your son is the most perceptive kid you’ve ever seen.

'Just like Momma!’ he says back, and your heart feels like it’s going to explode with the adorableness that is this kid.

'Unbelievable’ comes Gail’s voice from the door, and you turn to see her standing there with a little pout on her face, phone in hand. All it took was a plush toy, apparently.

'The kid’s smoother than me.’ Gail continues, walking into the bedroom and falling on the other side of the bed, while Danny’s still playing with his toy.

'He’s cuter than you.’ you smile back, resting your chin on top of Danny’s head, who is in another world, of Detective Rabbits and crooks.

'Think you’ll be Okay?’ Gail asks, concerned if you’re still feeling down about the job. You notice she’s looking at you, scanning to see if there’s any sign that you’re still feeling blue.

'Yeah.’ you smile back, feeling so loved. Nothing on Earth can be better than this, your cute son in your arms, your sweet wife looking at you with such care and concern. No job on Earth’s going to make up for this.

'Really?’ Gail urges, wanting to make sure you’re not just trying to be strong because Danny’s in the room.

'Yeah. I just remembered Dr. Isles doesn’t have an adorable son and a hot detective wife.’ you wink back at Gail and you can see she’s relieved. She sends out a quick text, to Traci you assume, and throws the phone back.

'So, what’s Mister Bunny doing here Dan?’ Gail asks her son, who’s playing seriously with his toy rabbit.

'He looking for the missing cookies Mommy told me about 'sterday!’ Danny replies and you chuckle at that. Gail, however starts to blush and you know it’s her.

'Gail!’ you scold, you had been worried your son had been sneaking off and eating them.

'I was hungry Hol! And I didn’t want Mister Bunny to catch me!’

Hope you’re amused, Sunglasses.