he needs to be shot

Y’all know how when someone is extremely good looking they say “Oh they’re a 10″? My dad & I were having a lil disagreement. I was saying Jensen was an 11 & he kept insisting no bc ya can’t go over 10. My rebuttal: but Jensen is better looking than other 10s so he needs his own number. My dad shot back with; there is no higher. Jensen is a 10. I said ok but Jensen is more aesthetically pleasing than anyone I’ve seen so I still think he rates his own number & my dad says; he did get his own number, he’s the only 10. Nobody else can be a 10 bc they fall short of Jensen so anyone else can only be a 9 now. I accepted these terms lol.

anonymous asked:

I know nothing about Jrey but I already love him

Is the youngest of 7. The ace of the class. competitive and cocky, has a heart of gold. Is rivals with Coran, over both serious and silly stuff. Also he and Coran dated for awhile. 

rival bf

anonymous asked:

How does Sophie feel about having a Dragon Mom

Sophie doesn’t seem to be so focused on “being a dragon” like Kana is. She just wants to swing swords and be a great knight like her dad. Sienna just helps her along with her training and smothering her with encouragement. c:

Here’s a better res of the pic since tumblr is a butt lol


“On a night like this, a man might believe anything’s possible.”

Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the Street.Louis might have a problem.
Said problem lies entirely in the fact that he can’t seem to avoid Harry Styles, The Ex-Boyfriend That Broke His Heart and World Famous Popstar Sensation. Everything is only made more complicated by the fact that he doesn’t really want to avoid Harry either, even though they’re supposed to mean nothing to each other.
Another tiny problem may also be that Harry has no idea that Louis has a daughter now.
Yeah, he’s screwed.Louis runs a record label and Harry is his daughter’s new nanny. Over the course of a year, Harry helps Louis learn what it really is to be a father and somehow they find an unexpected home in each other.
Or, the kid fic where Louis wants to make Harry a star, Zayn just needs everyone to stop being stupid, Niall laughs his arse off at everything, Liam attempts to keep things in order and Harry takes a chance.When Harry’s son came home from school crying he didn’t think things could get any worse. Lucky for them, things were just about to change for the best.
Harry’s son get bullied until Louis’ son shows up :)the one where Louis’ pretty sure he’s already loved and lost his soulmate, and then he meets Harry.the one where Louis’s a dad in desperate need for a new nanny. Harry’s perfect for the job.the one where punk Louis likes to think he’s not clumsy, but he suspects he’ll have to accept it when he falls face first into a relationship with a head full of curls and his tiny human.harry is a photographer who’s trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.Louis never intended to fall in love with Harry: not five years into their time together in the band, not when they’re living on opposite continents, and especially not when he’s the new dad to a tiny human with way too much personality for anyone under nine pounds. Yet somehow Harry manages to worm his way into Louis’ life with every bit of weird affinity for Swedish homegoods and expensive baby clothes that you’d expect.Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle.Harry’s near fatal accident exposed the cracks in his and Louis’ eleven year marriage. A serious error in judgement by Louis shattered it completely.Louis and Harry have been divorced for almost a year and apart for nearly three. On the paperwork, it says the grounds for their divorce were living apart for more than two years, but there’s more, that’s only what they’ll admit out loud.
Louis didn’t want to agree and sign the paperwork. He wanted to fight but he couldn’t confront the real reason for their divorce and a Harry who seemed so apathetic. Yet now that one of their children is sick, they’ll have to put their insecurities aside.au where harry plays rugby at uni, louis needs to hire a nanny, and life is one big cliche.At the age of twenty, Harry deals with things expected to occur at his age: student loans, instant meals, electricity bills, and the constant, incessant presence of never ending coursework.
That, and the job of raising his six year old daughter and avoiding the charm of a young, successful, and very off-limits Louis Tomlinson.“So let me get this straight. You took Mr. Squiggles from the classroom habitat, took him with you on your fieldtrip to the zoo, and released him in the aviary?”
Harry Styles is a single father, just trying to keep his life organized after losing his husband four years earlier. Between his daughter, Liam’s hellion twins, and Sophia throwing him into any romantic tangle she can think of, life gets a little crazy. Of course, everything changes the moment Lo and the twins get interested in their school musical, The Wizard of Oz. Because the new director, Louis Tomlinson, is just about the most attractive man that Harry has ever seen.
Featuring adorable Dad Harry, hotshot actor Louis, three sassy kids, a badass Sophia Smith, and a Liam who just wants all their kids to be well behaved.Louis sighs and gives himself a mental pep talk as he smooths his jumper down over his hips. He can do this. He can resist the draw of Harry Styles, because he is a responsible, mature adult, and as much as he wants to tangle his fingers in that mess of hair and map those ridiculous tattoos with his tongue, he does not want to get his daughter’s favorite teacher fired.Harry is just trying to figure it all out and Louis is just the person to help him do that.Louis has a 3 year old son and works at a daycare while getting his education degree.
Harry’s a fresh face Popstar with the world in his hands.
They meet over applesauce and hide n’ go seek.
Nygmobblepot what if

Okay, I’m hoping for some big battle against the Court of Owls at the end of the season that everyone gets involved in

And it’ll mean Eddie and Ozzie calling a temporary truce to their personal antagonism in order to survive the onslaught of Court assassins being sent after them (or whatever)

Then, during an ‘eye of the storm’ moment when they are hiding and unsure of their survival, they should take the time for a bit of emotional honesty. Which will be all serious and stuff - Eddie confessing he is glad Oswald survived and he is sorry he tried to kill him and Ozzie was right about them needing each other and stuff. And Ozzie would confess he still loves Ed and all that jazz

But MOST IMPORTANTLY it would include something like -

OSWALD [soft, genuine]: I’m sorry I killed Isabella.

EDWARD [instinctive, exasperated]: ISABELL-! Oh. Yes. That’s. Right, um, thank you…

The  Bigger Question

John had been quiet all day. At first Sherlock didn’t notice, his mind completely focused on a case he deemed to be at least an “8.5″. However, it only took four hours before the case was solved, Lestrade informed, and the earth set right again as Sherlock and John grabbed dinner at their usual Chinese restaurant. This is where Sherlock noticed something was off. He didn’t know what, exactly, as human nature isn’t his forte, so he decided to wait until they were back at Baker Street to ask. 

“John. Is something wrong?”

John stood behind his favorite chair, unwilling to sit and face Sherlock who lounged in his leather one. He needed more space than that. 

“Um. No. Nothing’s wrong.”

Sherlock shot him a disbelieving look. John’s left hand clenched.

“Did I say something… not good? I was very kind to all the witnesses – I didn’t insult Lestrade’s intelligence, though I had more than enough opportunities to do so–”

John let out a small huff of laughter and dropped his head, shaking it slowly from side to side. 

“No, Sherlock, it’s not you. Well, it sort of is, but it’s not anything you’ve done. I have a question. To ask you. I would’ve brought it up earlier but there never seemed to be a good time.”

Sherlock froze. His mind whizzed between all possibilities, no matter how improbable. John reconciled with Mary last month – her due date now only a week away. Sherlock allowed himself to hope beyond reason for John’s question to be about moving back to Baker Street. An unlikely scenario, but a hope Sherlock would always have nonetheless. 

“I’m all ears, John.”

John shuffled from side to side. He licked his lips, clearly nervous. Sherlock waited patiently for John to form the right words. 

“I was wondering if you’d do something for me–”

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Isaac x Reader

Requested by Anon

“Um is Isaac in there?” You asked as one of the boys came out of the changing room, clutching the note from reception in your hands.

“Yeah he’s the only one I think so just go in.” The boy muttered with a smirk and you nodded, shyly pushing into the room and looking around.

“Isaac?” you called out and jumped when he answered.

“What’d you want?” You asked as he finished getting dressed, chuckling when your cheeks flushed and you turned around so he couldn’t see.

“I’m sorry the boy I asked said it was ok to come in!” You yelped.

“Yeah well it is a boy’s changing room, did you need something?” He asked again and this time you shot your hand out to give him the note without looking at him.

“That huge Derek Hale guys at the front desk with Boyd and Erica.” You mumbled and smiled awkwardly at Danny who frowned as he passed.

“Ok thanks, could you tell them I’m on my way up?” He asked and you nodded, scurrying to the door. “Hey (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” you mumbled and turned back, trying not to stare as he pulled his jersey off and grabbed a clean t-shirt.

“It’s cute when you blush.” He smiled when you let out an involuntary squeak and your eyes widened as you blushed again and hurried out of the room.

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Since I’m a Mess who deletes her writing all the time, I thought it could be nice of me to at least gather the links of the few bits of writing that I’ve got left. So, if you’re interested:


You’ve Got to Wake Up Where Your Heart Is | 20k

Niall’s a popstar, Harry takes care of his daughter, so on, so on.

Over and Over + and Over Again | 4 + 5 k

They’ve gotten married in the first one. The second one doesn’t have to be related to the first, but I like to think of the same Niall and Harry in both fics.

An Unspoken Balance | 65k

Niall goes to get his soulmate tattoo removed. Joy all around (depending on how you look at it).

Like the Sun | 4k

Niall’s about to release his first solo record. Harry is the only journalist he wants to talk to about it.

Don’t Need Easy | 28k

Harry gets shot and ends up in the witness protection program. Niall is his pretend-husband.


“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm…” | “Come over here and make me.” | “We’ve never met but our friends are trying to set us up at this barbecue.” | AU where people age until they reach 18 and then stop until they meet their soulmate.. | Roam | Realize | N + H on the Irish countryside

+ the 99 times they didn’t say I love you.

In addition there’s bits and pieces in my tagged/thoughts and tagged/prompt.

Something is boiling within me that I just cannot take anymore...

Kurt Wagner’s arc in Extraordinary X-Men (2015-2017) was absolutely wasted potential and horribly done.

That’s not much of a surprise to most of us.

But it’s still a kick in the gut.

Why even bother messing with his head at all, Marvel? Why bother if you are just going to ignore it 99% of the time afterwards?

Recap on Kurt’s mini arc in the series (spoilers for those who haven’t read it yet):

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Love and Manuscripts (1)

This is my new chaptered fic! A real world AU where Simon and Baz happen to be working at the same office as interns, but they’re competing for a position! Hope you enjoy! Next chapters listed here: 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 (End)


Simon drummed his fingers on the coffee counter nervously. He had left his apartment early for an interview and stopped for coffee. Unfortunately for him however, the coffee was taking an unusually long time to come out. He needed to get this intern position at Petty Publishing if he wanted any shot at getting into publishing. He had fifteen minutes at best to get there if he left now.
“I have a grande caramel latte for Simon!” The barista called out.
He practically ran to the counter, pushing other people out of the way. The woman behind the counter had two coffees lifted towards him. He reached automatically for the one with his name on it and was about to leave when she called out his name again.
“I’m sorry for the wait,” She smiled apologetically at him, “I guess they made your drink wrong the first time, do you want to keep the one they messed up?”
Simon didn’t really care at this point about free coffee but he didn’t want to continue the conversation either so he nodded gratefully and grabbed the other cup.


Baz shouldn’t have left his house as late as he did. He’d been waiting for his coffee for fifteen minutes and would at this rate be late for his interview. Other publishing houses had interviewed him, but Petty Publishing had stood out to him. More so than the others, Baz felt that Petty Publishing was meant for him.
A stressed looking blonde guy rushed past him, two coffees in hand. Baz made a noise of disgust as he almost spilled his coffee on him. The white guy mumbled a quick sorry and was running out the door before Baz could respond.
He took a quick look at his watch and rolled his eyes. Strolling to the counter he caught the eye of the barista working and beckoned her over.
“I wondered if my double shot nonfat latte was ready?”
Her face fell.
“I’m so sorry sir but that man that just walked out has it. It was my fault! I can make you another one.”
Baz was already backing away in the middle of her sentence. He hated to be rude but he needed to run. At this point he had no time to wait for the entire explanation let alone another coffee.
He needed this internship and he was going to do whatever it took to get it.


Simon started to back up when a red convertible pulled up behind him. He figured the driver was going to notice him and back up but they didn’t. Finally Simon waved at the car stopping him. The driver rolled down their window and glared at Simon.
Simon was taken aback. The man looked about his own age (twenty-two) with light brown skin and midnight black hair slicked back professionally. His expression was surprisingly hostile.
“Thanks for taking my coffee you prick!” The man shouted.
Simon’s cheeks went hot.
“Um, excuse me?”
“You took my damn coffee and now I’m going to be late!”
“The girl told me they made my drink wrong and asked if I wanted it. I didn’t even know it was yours.”
Simon was getting pissed. This guy had no right to be this angry over Simon taking something he was told was his. Plus he was blocking him from pulling out of the parking lot.
“Can you fucking move? I’m going to be late too.”
The flashy car owner backed up minimally giving Simon just barely enough space to pull out. Simon watched the arse roll up his window with a satisfied expression. As he passed, he grabbed the extra coffee and threw it out his own open window at the fancy car.
“Have your precious coffee back you wanker!” Simon shouted as he sped off.
He laughed happily at the shocked expression of the guy in his rearview mirror.


Baz was pissed. He knew it had been a dick move to block the blonde guy in the parking lot, but still, he’d taken his coffee. And then the guy had the nerve to throw his hot coffee at his car. He’d never received a clearer fuck you before in his life. If he ever ran into that guy again he was going to kick his ass.
He sped off to the interview, nervously checking the time at every stop. He was up against some other guy he hadn’t seen yet. Baz was told that they would both be interviewed today and informed of their decision in the next forty-eight hours.
The parking lot was almost full by the time he made it there. He had three minutes to make it to the third floor. As he was getting out of his car he noticed a rather panicked looking blonde walking towards the front door of the building. No fucking way Baz thought.
He ran over and caught up with the blonde guy. Sure enough it was the same person from earlier. When the blonde realized someone was next to him he turned and his eyes widened.
“Oh shit.”
Baz ran past him as hard as he could to catch the elevator that had just arrived in the lobby.
“Wait! Please hold the door!”
Baz laughed evilly and pressed the close door button a million or so times. The blonde guy was only a foot away by the time the doors shut on his face. Baz felt very satisfied with himself. He had no idea who the asshole was, but he did know he’d be late to whatever job he had here.


Simon stood in disbelief as the elevator closed. He was going to be late for sure if he didn’t think of something. He glanced around and saw the stairway entrance door. Sighing he ran to the door and trudged up the stairs.
He had a bad feeling that the rich looking guy was some high up executive that he’d eventually have to work for. If that was the case Simon was seriously screwed. Throwing the coffee had seemed like a good idea at the time but now he was kicking himself for being so bold.
He rushed into the third floor lobby. As he reached the desk he heard the elevator door open up behind him.
“I’m here for the mystery department internship interview,” Simon panted.
The woman’s eyes widened from behind the desk.
“Which one are you?”
“Simon Snow.”
Simon could hear someone running up behind him. Suddenly the rich guy from before stopped at the desk, looking half triumphant and half exhausted. Then he noticed Simon and his expression flattened.
“I’m here for the mystery department interview,” the guy offered.
“Hi I’m Trixie. I’m guessing you are Tyrannus Grimm-Pitch?”
Simon laughed and tried to disguise it as a cough.
“Basilton actually. I go by Baz.”
Then Baz glared at Simon and he immediately regretted the laugh.
Trixie looked somewhat uncomfortable with the both of them. Finally she wrung her hands and stepped out from behind the desk.
“So…the situation has become complicated. The editor in chief wants to see you both at the same time.”
“What, like a joint interview?” Simon asked.
“Uh, not exactly…just follow me.”
As they walked Simon could feel waves of anger coming off of Baz. He really did not want to lose to this guy. He had the distinct suspicion that Baz was the kind of person he hated most in the world: spoiled, arrogant, and cruel. When they reached the editor in chief’s office he did a double take.
The woman behind the desk looked to be their age or younger. He’d never expected someone so high up to be so young. On top of that her long hair was a deep purple. Simon had never seen someone in an office job have hair that color. She was a bit curvy and had deep brown skin. Her calculative eyes were slightly hidden by a pair of purple cat eyeglasses. She indicated for them to sit.
“My name is Penelope Bunce. It’s nice to meet you both.”
They both shook hands with her and mumbled their names.
After the formal introductions were over she walked around her desk and stood directly in front of them.
“May I be frank with you both?”
Simon nodded and felt a curl of anxiety form in his stomach. Maybe they both were being rejected. It was possible someone had seen their immature behavior in the lobby but would someone have had enough time to report it?
“You two were our top picks for the internship position, for different reasons. I’ve been reviewing notes from both of your interviews and conducting my own research as well. I find you both to be extremely valuable picks for this position.”
Simon nodded in confusion and glanced at Baz. He was relieved to see that Baz looked just as confused as Simon felt.
“So, I felt choosing one of you was a mistake. I’ve decided to hire you both as interns for the mystery department.”
Simon froze and turned to stare at Baz. He wanted to be excited, to feel accomplished. But she had hired them both in the same department. That meant…
“You two will be working with currently employed editors of course. But I also want you two to work together. We value teamwork here and I’ll expect you two to get used to that.”
“Thank you Ms. Bunce,” Simon mumbled.
“Call me Penny. And you’re welcome.”
She went into a list of what they should expect from the job and when they would start. Simon tried to pay attention but his mind was swimming. He had already made an enemy with someone he would now be forced to work with.
“Also,” Penny’s expression became slightly amused, “I will hire one of you to stay on as an editor if you prove yourself useful.”
“One of us?” Baz asked, his gaze cutting to Simon.
“One of you,” She repeated.
Simon grinned. A competition he could do. If there was a goal at the end of this thing then he could get through it. He would make sure to be the best intern there so that he could get his dream job and get rid of Baz.