he tries hard though!

anonymous asked:

I'm at the doctor's office and I hate going to the doctor! How about the kids? What are their opinions on doctor's appointments? Can we get an Elisa and Ollie doctor visit?!?!?!

Well, like most little kids, Elisa and Ollie are not all too fond of the doctor’s office, because the doctor’s equals one thing in their little minds: shots.

Elisa cries every time that she gets a shot all the way up until kindergarten, when she decides that she needs to be brave for her pre-elementary school vaccinations since she’s apparently a big girl now, daddies", what with going to kindergarten and all.

Sweet Ollie baby is not quite that way, though.

He tries so hard to be brave, just like his big sister told him she was when she got her kindergarten shots, but they just pinch so bad.

Sonny and Rafael are on either side of him, one of their hands placed in each of his, and they tell him to squeeze hard whenever it hurts and to try and focus on daddies instead of the shots.

He tucks himself into Rafael’s chest as soon as the nurse is done, hiding his tears in papi’s chest on the way out so that no one else can see that he wasn’t brave (and he’s definitely not telling ‘Lisa when she gets home from school that he wasn’t brave, either).

Once they go to pay at the front desk, Sonny is tickling his arm a little bit, asking his little boy if he wants a lollipop from the nice lady behind the desk. Ollie shakes his head firmly no, but the woman pipes up and says, “Why not? We give one to all of the brave boys and girls after they’ve gotten their shots!”

But Ollie, he just looks straight at her, lifting his head from Rafael’s chest to say, “I’m not brave! I cried! Brave boys don’t cry!”

Oh, and if that doesn’t break Sonny and Rafael’s hearts.

Rafael tries to stroke his hair soothingly as Sonny looks at him and says, “Who told you that brave boys don’t cry? ‘Cause I got news for you, buddy, I cry all the time. And you think I’m brave, right?”

Well, that right there just blows Ollie’s little mind, because he’s never seen daddy cry before?! Only once when they were watching “Wall-E”, but that’s because daddy was sad, not scared like him.

So Ollie turns his eyes on Rafael and asks, “Do you cry sometimes, too, daddy?”

Rafael nods, leaning down to kiss his little boy’s forehead before saying, “Of course I do, Ollie. Crying doesn’t make you any less brave. You’re brave because you went in and faced your fear of the doctor. That makes you so, so brave, buddy.”

Ollie happily takes his lollipop after that.

4

Once upon a time in ROH…

Trini and Kimberly sneak into a movie theater (because they’re power rangers why not?) and they find it full of children watching Moana. Trini complains about how it’s not some horror or action movie and Kim some how convinces Trini to stay and watches it.

For the next month Trini and Kim are constantly singing “How Far I’ll Go” and Billy is so confused and constantly asking Jason, “Where are they going? Why do they keep talking about leaving??”

Eventually, Trini and Kim watch Moana with Billy and they’re all obsessed with the soundtrack.

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demyx + battle quotes

sweet tooth

Carry On Valentine’s Celebration - Day 2 - Valentine’s Chocolate.


{simon}

For some reason it came as a surprise to me that Baz has the biggest sweet-tooth. Baz always seemed like the person who’d abandon all sweets just because a love for sugar could be seen as childish. He even used to make fun of my sweet tooth and my (small!) scone addiction. Never would i’ve seen it coming that Baz is, in fact, worse than me. 

It started with me noticing the huge amount of sugar that he seemed to like in his hot drinks. His tea is more sugar than tea and milk together and his coffee isn’t even coffee; it could count as a liquid candy bar.

Later, during The Great Chocolate Debate–in which Penny tried to fight Baz on white chocolate not counting as chocolate–I discovered Baz’ strong passion for white chocolate. “It’s only butter, milk and sugar,” according to Penny, but apparently Baz loves that. 

Cocoa butter! So it does count as chocolate,” Baz would argue. Baz only likes white chocolate. Penny likes all but white chocolate. I don’t really have a preference.

Anyhow, when Penny and I were shopping for Valentine’s Day, it wasn’t hard for me to find something for Baz. There were multiple good chocolate shops in London for me to find something for Baz. Most of them were lacking a bit in the white chocolate department though. “Because it’s not actual chocolate!” Penny would push. 

I ended up going for a box with 15 chocolates that I could select myself. I ended up leaving the store with a box full of white chocolates and a disappointed Penny who was muttering some unpleasant things about white chocolate. 

• • • 

{baz}

“Help yourself, he’ll be home within a few minutes,” Bunce said over her shoulder as she was already heading into her room again after letting me in. I had known that I would be early, Snow was still walking the neighbor’s dog like he did each saturday morning. I didn’t mind being early though. I spent most of my time at Simon’s and Penny’s apartment so it felt like a second home, really. 

I walked into the kitchen to get myself a snack and something to drink. 

• • •

{simon}

As I shut the apartment door behind me, I heard Baz greeting me from the living room. “There you are,” I heard him say, his voice muffled.

I smiled to myself at the sound of him. “Hi,” I said as I walked into the living room where Baz was seated on the couch. “Sorry I’m a bit late I was walking–”

I went completely still as soon as I got a view of what Baz is holding in his lap. “Baz,” I said, and then flinched at how sad and betrayed I sounded. 

“What’s–” He started as he followed my graze. His eyes locked on the box of chocolates in his lap. “What?” Baz asked carefully, “Were these meant to be yours? I’m sorry I though–you don’t really eat white chocolate and–”

“No, Baz, they are yours… It’s just, they weren’t for right now.”

“Oh. Okay,” He said as he stood up from the couch, box of chocolates in hand. He walked towards me, handing me the box with the chocolates. “Here,” he said, giving me a soft peck on the lips. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said, pressing the box back into Baz’ hands. The both of us noticed that I was still sounding hurt. 

“For when were they?” Baz asked. 

I stared at Baz before answering, “It’s Valentine’s Day this Tuesday, you know.”

A grin formed on Baz’ face. “You bought me a Valentine’s present?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” I grumbled. 

“We didn’t do anything for Valentine’s last year, I didn’t think we’d be doing anything for this year.”

“We didn’t do anything last year because you were still at Watford and I was… Well, I wasn’t in the best state of mind. I don’t know, I just wanted to give you something this year.”

Baz’ grin turned into a genuine smile. He wrapped his arms around me as he spoke with his lips against my air, “You told me you were going to be a terrible boyfriend.”

Baz chuckled as he hugs me close. I just huffed in response, not all that amused. 

“Thank you for the chocolates,” Baz said, backing out of the hug. “And sorry for eating them before I was supposed to.”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” 

“Does that mean I can eat them all now?”

“Well I’m not going to give you a half filled box of chocolates for Valentine’s am I?” 

“I’m sorry!” Baz said, retreating to the couch. As he sat down he held up the box. “Want one?” 

I sighed before giving in. I made myself comfortable next to him as we emptied out the box together. 

“They taste even better knowing you bought them as a Valentine’s present,” Baz commented.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

At that moment Penny walked in. She quickly noticed the chocolates we were eating. “Weren’t those–”

“I don’t want to hear it!” 

I’ve been thinking about professor!magnus and soldier!alec since yesterday and idk if I want to commit myself to writing something like that when I know nothing about the army but I feel like there could be something very heartbreaking about it. 

Like maybe Alec is about to be deployed and it’s his what… 2nd? 3rd? tour and he’s happy to be unattached, despite what his siblings always say, because he knows how hard it is to be separated from the ones he loves but also to be left behind and he doesn’t want to do that to someone. So he doesn’t date and he doesn’t have a lot of close friends apart from his family and it’s ok, hes doing something important, serving his country and following his family’s footsteps (ofc they’d be a big military family) but then he meets Magnus … Idk where, somewhere random like a bookstore or grocery store or the outdoor market Izzy dragged him to and sparks  f l y. And Alec is confused/overwhelmed and reluctant despite Magnus flirting 110% with him. Maybe they exchange numbers maybe not, maybe they randomly meet again and Magnus is like uh funny twist of fate *flirty grin* and Alec is just…. abort mission holy shit help ???Because even though he’s had flings and hooks up, he’s never had a crush or somebody that made him go w o w  like this and it’s new? But he kinda wants to break his rule and say yes when the hot college professor asks him out and that’s new and kinda scary but he blurts out yes before he can fully think about it or change his mind. Of course, he has a nervous breakdown afterward and Izzy is like pls find your chill but he can’t find his chill cause he’s going away to get shot at in less than 3 months and the timing couldn’t more off and that’s not fair to Magnus to get him involved like that… Because, of course, Alec is the type of person to worry too much before anything even happens. Anyway, so they go on a date maybe a walk at dusk and some ice cream?? Idk why but I’m imagining this is set in a small coastal town? They can walk near the water while talking about everything and nothing?? I’m seeing a make out session on top of a lighthouse? Anyway, when Alec tells Magnus what he does and where he’s going he’s all sorry about that I should have told you straight away when you asked me out but Magnus is all its ok lets just see where this goes, it doesn’t have to be serious since you’re leaving so soon and they agree to have a fling… but feelings happen and it’s inconvenient!!!

I like imagining Alec walking Magnus to his classes when he’s stayed over the night before (Magnus teaches history in this, I feel it). And maybe on mornings he wasn’t at Magnus’ he does a little detour on his morning run to buy him breakfast and he leaves it in his office during the 8am lecture that Magnus hates so that he’ll have something nice after that hardship, a little muffin and a coffee with a cute note on the cup ‘cause Alec is sappy af even though he tries very hard to hide it. And maybe he buys Magnus peonies at some point, just because they’re pretty and Magnus is pretty and he’s never bought flowers for anyone before and he wanted to… And Magnus keeps teasing him flowers are not casual Mister!! because it’s easier to flirt and tease than to acknowledge the fact that Alec is leaving really soon and he might not come back, and Magnus isn’t even important enough to be considered someone he’s leaving behind (or at least that’s how he feels). Magnus tries not to think about it but he’s obsessing over the idea that he doesn’t even know Alec’s family and friends, doesn’t know anyone who would tell him if something happened??? But he doesn’t want to bring it up because it’s supposed to be casual and meaningless, something that ends when the semester ends. So they keep going on dates and Alec cooks for him and Magnus tries to ignore the uneasy feeling growing in his chest as time flies too fast. Until there aren’t any time left and Alec is leaving. So they take a walk just like their first date and they have ice cream and they make love and they definitely don’t talk about it even though they both know that they should and Alec just… leaves. 

And Magnus tries not to have a hard time about it but it’s tough and he’s grateful it’s the end of the semester ‘cause at least he’s busy between marking terrible essays and correcting exams. He goes out with his friends from the history department once they’re all done and he tries to have a fun time, but truth is… he’s worried. He starts watching the news a little too obsessively and his friends don’t like it but he can’t help himself. 

Alec has been gone three weeks when the first letter comes. It takes Magnus by surprise at first because in all the times they’ve been together Alec has always been a man of little words. That’s not to say he was emotionally unavailable or unwilling to discuss things and his feelings, but this is new, the way the words flow easily on the page like it was no hardship at all to put it all down, descriptions of his unit and where he is, a full paragraph about how much he misses Magnus’ cat and nothing about them at all. But Magnus gets it, he sees it for what it is, a peace offering maybe or a stubborn unwillingness to let go, so he writes back. He talks about his students, their successes and their struggles, and his friends, little things that have reminded him of Alec since he’s been gone. Soft stories for a soft boy in a hard place. And they keep going back and forth, sending each other little pieces of their respective lives and it should be enough, it’s more than Magnus expected, but it’s tough and he misses Alec like a limb, misses him in his bed and in his kitchen, misses him when summer classes start and he has no one to hold his hand on his way to work, no callused fingers to wrap around his… But every new letter is a blessing. It says many things but underneath it all, the most important message is I’m still here, I’m alive and I’m thinking about you. 

Okay so maybe it all comes to a halt one day when his phone rings and it’s Alec on the line, after all those weeks, all those months, and he sounds like h e l l  and he’s there on the phone, apologizing to Magnus because his phone bill is gonna be awful but I …. I just… I needed to hear your voice Magnus, I’m sorry. You… you c-can send me the bill if you want, I just… and it takes everything Magnus has for him not to break down and cry right there and then because Alec really doesn’t sound okay and he has no idea what happened and he has no idea what they are but that’s his boy there on the phone who’s hurting and he hasn’t heard his voice in weeks… So Magnus is like Please shut up about my phone bill, I don’t give a fuck about that. How are you? Are you okay? What happened? And Alec is reluctant to talk about it, doesn’t want to give any details, just keeps saying rough day, Magnus, rough day in this small voice and Magnus hates it more than he’s ever hated anything in his life. He doesn’t want to push Alec too hard so he just asks what can I do? and he hates the way his voice shakes, he wishes he could be stronger than this but Alec doesn’t seem to mind, he just sighs like he’s tired deep in his bones, deep in his soul, and says: just talk to me. So Magnus does, he rambles on nervously about what he had for breakfast and what he taught today, his lecture plan for tomorrow, his neighbor’s hatred for his cat and his favorite designer on the new season of Project Runway. He just babbles on, hoping it can help. All he wants to do is help. Alec hums here and there, asks a few questions, especially about Magnus’ work and at some point he runs out of things to say. There’s a beat of silence before he whispers I love you and he knows that won’t help but he can’t keep it inside anymore, he can’t live with this trapped inside of him, fighting to break free. Alec sighs again. I.. I w-wish… You… you shouldn’t say that. Don’t say that, please. It shouldn’t take Magnus by surprise but it does and it hurts. Me not saying it won’t make it untrue Alexander. Alec groans in frustration and Magnus can picture it perfectly, the way he’s probably bent over, head between his knees, one hand harshly buried in his hair. I didn’t want to put you through that. I didn’t want to put anyone through that but especially not you. He’s so noble and he’s so caring and Magnus knew that already but it hits him again, hard, that this is a man who puts others before himself every single time and who will fight tooth and nail anyone who dares try taking care of him. So Magnus does his best to sound as stern as he can:  Well just too bad because I’m here and you’re there and I love you. And you wishing it hadn’t happened won’t change anything and if you like me even the tiniest bit you’ll call me again because I have been worried sick. 

Alec calls every week after that. There’s a new kind of anxiety that comes with waiting for the phone call, waiting for the confirmation that Alec is okay, but Magnus is happy to live with it when it means he can hear Alec’s voice once a week, warm and soft when he asks Magnus what he’s been up to and insists to be put on the phone with the cat. I don’t want him to forget me! 

That boy. 

They don’t talk about what they are again and it takes until Alec is back on American soil, his head buried in Magnus’ neck so no one can see him cry, for him to say I love you back, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t need it. For now, Magnus cherishes every time his phone rings and he gets connected to Alec, he cherishes every time he can make him laugh, he cherishes every single plan they start making, every single hint that they can have a future together. 

It’s enough. 

Exo as College Students

Minseok: Getting his masters. Always grumbling when people are sick and won’t stop sneezing during lectures. Has 3 copies of the syllabus and carries a portfolio. “Hey, Minseok! Can I borrow a pencil?” “Use the one I let you “borrow” last week, Baekhyun.“ Petty. But still hands over his pencils. Complains about debt.

Junmyeon: Accounting major. Always late to class because he’s too busy helping people in the library or showing a family where the Financial Aid office is. Tries to help Yixing when he’s confused. Just ends up doing the assignments for him. "Professor? Are you still collecting the assignment?” Always wears glasses and the whole class is shook when he gets contacts.

Yixing: Biology major. You swear this dude works everywhere on campus: the book store, Rec center, Starbucks, and in the library. Always has on a hoodie, even in the summer. Sleeps in class. “Hey, when’s -insert important assignment due?” Looks confused 99% of the time. Somehow manages to pass.

Baekhyun: Business major. Never has shit for class and asks Minseok for stuff in exchange for Starbucks. “Can we watch a movie?” Says he can’t turn in an assignment because Blackboard “wasn’t working.” The whole class applauded when he brought a scantron to the final. Knows everyone’s business and tells Minseok the campus drama. Probably in a fraternity.

Chanyeol: Music major. Always has his earphones in. “Can we have class outside today?” Tries hard but everyone groans when he talks. Smells good even though he looks like he just rolled out of bed. Brings McDonalds to class.

Jongdae: Math major. Is bad at math. “This wasn’t on the syllabus!!” Always whining about something. Comes to class late with food and always leaves some kind of mess behind. Helps elderly professors open PowerPoints or carry their stuff to the employee parking lot.

Kyungsoo: Sociology major. Is too woke. Argues with the professor and stays after class to discuss the matter further. Wears black like he’s going to a funeral. Looks like he’s always ready to fight someone. Seems mean, but he always shares his Hot Cheetos or gum.

Jongin: Kinesiology major. Has slept the entire semester. Shows up to the final in pajamas. "Is there an online version of the book?” Never shows up to study sessions for the group presentations or replies to texts. Still does better than everyone else on the presentation. You see him at graduation and are like “?? How?!”

Sehun: Undeclared major. Came into college with credits already. Is always late but has long winded excuses. “The bus left me!” “Sehun, nobody cares. Sit down.” Is tall but sits in the front and blocks your view of the board. “Is there gonna be extra credit?” Stops showing up to class until the end of the semester. Barely passes.

They kiss in the supply room, unhurried though their hearts are beating. At least Will’s is. It jumps and speeds and skips a beat, and Will feels like he’s run a race, like he’s still on the ice, and Nursey kisses him like they have all the time in the world, lips dragging slow over lips.

Will doesn’t know what’s happening. He thought he hated Nursey. He thought Nursey hated him. But Nursey’s hands are feather light at his hips, his mouth a hot tease against Will’s mouth. They’re kissing and then they’re not and then they’re kissing again, and Will thought this was an impossibility and yet here they are.

He welcomes the twitch of Nursey’s fingers against his skin where his shirt has ridden up, the reassurance of want there in the hot pads of his fingertips tempered by the ease with which Will could pull away if he decides that, no, this isn’t for him. For them.

It is, though, all of it. He tried so hard to deny this pull Nursey had, to push away the feeling at the pit of his stomach whenever Nursey grinned at him across the ice or smiled at him over his shoulder or showed up in his doorway with his backpack and some overpriced coffee and the request to “study with me, pleeeease, Dex.”

Why deny it when Will’s breath catches and his heart trips as Nursey pulls away and says, carefully, “Is this okay?”

Will licks his lips and watches Nursey watch him. He breathes in and out, feels Nursey do the same, feels Nursey’s fingers flex against his hips. “Yeah,” he says. “This is good.”

The most striking thing about Papyrus (aside from his limitless positivity) is the fact that it is literally impossible to die in a fight against him. Even Toriel, who starts purposefully missing you once your health gets low enough, can accidentally kill you, but Papyrus? It is literally impossible. Papyrus has incredible control over his power! Wow, what a great and impressive skeleton. And, even though he could probably deal some legit damage to you on the murder run, his only action is to spare you, because he’s heckin worried about this little emotionless murder child.

A lot of people like swap aus where Sans is the one that dies and Papyrus is forced to shed his naivete and face you going all-out, which makes sense, but also, Papyrus is just so. Papyrus. I feel like if Papyrus had to be the final murder-run boss, it’d be more like, “After losing Sans, the world seems like a different place. I can’t imagine what you must’ve gone through for you to see the world the way you do.”

He only has one attack, but it’s a really long one and powerful one (kind of like Sans’ before his ‘special attack’), plus he talks during it, which would be pretty distracting. whenever he gets your hp down to 1, combat automatically stops and you’re ejected back into the judgement room. if you try to talk to him without healing, he’ll just say you’re too hurt - a gust of wind could knock you over! after you heal at the conveniently placed save point and go back to fight him, he has stuff to say about how you don’t have to be alone, you don’t have to do this, you might think there isn’t any good in you and it’s too late to change, but there is and it isn’t! After a few of those, he’ll talk about Undyne and Sans, and they always tried to help him, even when they thought he wouldn’t notice. He’s got a ton of stories about that. After he says his piece there’s an option to either fight or don’t fight, and every time you pick fight he looks disappointed, but he goes all out. He’s always able to be spared.

if you survive his attack, he goes down in one hit. his last words would probably be an apology, even though he tried really hard he still couldn’t show you a better path

AU where Geno and the pens are part of a secret organization that time travels to maintain the flow of historic events, and on one mission, Geno is tasked to go back to the 1820s to save a man (whose great-great grandson will eventually be key to a medical breakthrough that will change history) from a freak accident involving a horse carriage gone rogue. 

Anyways, the man is super thankful and insists on treating Geno to dinner, and Geno is hesitant because he’s really not supposed to interact this much with the subject but the man won’t hear a no. So Geno gets taken to this guy’s estate and meets Sidney, the man’s youngest son, who is beautiful and intelligent and basically Geno’s exact type. So right there and then Geno knows that he’s screwed. 

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“Red Vines”

by @lucidnancyboy and @drjezdzany. This is our collaboration for the Captain America Reverse Big Bang 2017 over @capreversebb.

Art post on tumblr.


Rating: M (for fic and art)

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Graphic Depictions of Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Angst, Depression, Incidences of Passive Self-Harm, Moments/Situations that could be interpreted as Suicidal, References to Past Suicide (Steve)

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson

Word Count: 73k

Summary: Bucky was different now. He thought his Grumpy Cat t-shirt was pretty indicative of the changes, but Steve didn’t get it (even though he tried really hard). He couldn’t fault Steve for trying to be Stevie, or for getting frustrated when Bucky shut down or listened to Nine Inch Nails way too loud. But the truth of the matter was, no matter how many nostalgic candy bracelets Steve tied around Bucky’s wrist, James Buchanan Barnes was never coming back. Steve refused to give up though, and Bucky had always been a sucker for that particular pair of sappy blue eyes attached to one very persuasive punk…so, against his better judgement, he let Steve back in.

But when the shit inevitably hit the fan, and Steve had to witness Sergeant Barnes’ dramatic return, Bucky knew he’d fucked up. Because there were four things that every version of Bucky Barnes did over and over and over. He should put them on a goddamn refrigerator magnet; you know, as a warning to anyone who thought hanging out with Bucky was a stellar idea.

THINGS BUCKY DOES BEST:

1. Bucky gets captured 2. Bucky gets people killed 3. Bucky fucks shit up. 4. Bucky makes Steve fall apart.

Some things never change.

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Thanks to @oldmythos I put some thought into why I love Keith so much…

I love Keith because he’s trying.

His life hasn’t been an easy one. Shiro’s trauma was physical, but Keith’s was emotional. All his life he learned the hard way how to care for himself, to fight to survive, that the world was a cold, cruel place. He was orphaned at a young age, it was implied he got into trouble and that Shiro was the only one he had. I get the sense that his deepest motivation, the core of him, is the fear of being abandoned.

He acts on impulse, without thought for himself. He leaps to defend and has a strong desire to do what’s right. There’s this vulnerable innocence about him, he cares too deeply, but because of isolation does not know how to read people or relate to them. He feels lost and confused; alone or disconnected even though deep down he doesn’t want to be.

He’s afraid, but he pushes it away because he hasn’t really had anyone to care for him or protect him. He ignores his own pain to do his duty or not worry the others. Maybe he is even hesitant to form attachments because of bad past experience, but once he opens up to someone he is extremely loyal and feels deeply, but doesn’t really know how to express it. But he tries. He tries so hard even though he might get hurt and left again.

He will fight to the death for someone he cares about, even though he may still have a awkward time making conversation with them. Actions are easier than words, and that’s how he shows his emotions. Only those very close to would be able to discern what he’s feeling by what he does. In canon we see that he is more open and at ease around Shiro, wish is so foreign to him it makes me wonder what happened to get him to that point.

Most of what I’ve written is from Keith’s pov because I find it easy to get inside his head and relate to him. I’d love to hear from others in the fandom with their take on the subject!

3 + 1 times Otabek sees Yuri cry

otayuri | T-rated

“3 + 1 times Otabek sees Yuri cry“

Mentioned side character death; Implied/referenced sex

When you haven’t written anything for a long time, and end up warming up with angst that’s not actually angst but if it is angst it has a very happy ending.

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The first time Otabek sees Yuri cry is in the Grand Prix final in Barcelona.

He watches Yuri hide his face in his hands and collapse on the ice after finishing his free program, the thunder of applause and cheers making Otabek’s ears ring. When Yuri stands up to thank the audience there’s still tears in his eyes that glitter in the bright, harsh lighting. After the last bow Yuri manages to smile, and when he steps out of the rink he rubs his eyes with a sheepish expression on his face.

Their eyes meet, and Otabek gives Yuri a thumbs up. He swears he sees a lone tear roll down on Yuri’s cheek before he returns the gesture with a smile warm enough to make Otabek’s heart miss a beat.

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Sea dragn Hanzo saving pirate McCree from a shipwreck and adding him to his hoard :)))))

When he awoke, all he could taste was salt and blood.

Jesse coughed hard, curling on his side as sea water poured from his lips, gagging hard as he struggled for air. His body burned and ached all over as he sucked in breaths, mind shaking and numb as it struggled to come to its senses. All he could register was the cold and the pain, until slowly the ringing in his ears faded as his lungs began to work again. He continued to breath hard, though he tried to take in his surroundings and remember his situation.

What had happened? He tried piecing together the night before until suddenly it all came back to him, jerking upright. Captain Reyes, that son of a bitch. He was McCree’s number one enemy on the seas, a sea bandit hired by the Crown to put an end to the piracy problem that was running rampant in His majesty’s oceans. The mother fucker had smashed into Jesse’s ship and set the thing on fire, leaving her to sink beneath the waves with Jesse stranded along with it. He had barely been able to leap overboard in time before the whole thing exploded and disrespected into the dark water, the Deadlock forever gone to the sea. He remembered floating for hours, calling to his men who never appeared, in the blackness that was the open ocean at night, before giving into exhausting and embracing death.

Though death had never come, it seemed. Where he was now was a mystery, and how he got there even more of one. The pirate rose to his feet wearily, his long coat and clothes still soaked, and did an inventory check. He still had his Peacekeeper, but his hat was missing, which made him curse in annoyance. His jewelry, the heavy gold rings he had a habit of wearing on each finger, were gone as well. When had that happened, he wondered as he checked his surroundings. He appeared to be in a cave of some sort, on a rocky outcropping in the center of sea water. Only a few tiny streams of light shone down from above, breaking through the rocky ceiling in thin beams that made the whole room glow gold. The golden glow made him raise an eyebrow, and as he ventured to the edge of the rock on which he stood, he saw its cause and nearly fell into the water from shock.

The entire sea floor of the cave was coated in gold; gold coins, gold statues, chests over flowing with jewelry and goblets and gems that shined through the crystal clear water. McCree could make out suits of armor, gloves, rolls of tapestries, all growing lichens and mollusk, but still shining brightly beneath the waves. It was almost too much for the Pirate to take in; in all his years and all his adventures, Captain McCree had never seen this much gold. He had just a mind to strip off his clothes and dive in, until he heard the splash from behind him.

He spun around in an instant, drawing Peacekeeper and firing without a second thought. Yet the weapon only gave a resounding thud as the hammer fell on wet gun powder. Jesse was glad it had. For before him, peaking out from the water, he could see two dark glowing eyes. A pool of long dark hair flowed around them, hindering his view of what was beneath it, but he didn’t have to see to know. He’d been a sailor long enough to know eyes like that; eyes with slits for pupils that glowed like the moon.

Sirens.

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Whatdo you think y'all? Should I keep going?

“I have no knowledge of babies” - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

#9. Shopping for baby supplies. Yay some more Sherlock ! I fucking love that show…anyway, I really hope Sherlock isn’t OOC, I really tried to make it as in character as possible…AS USUAL, ANY FEEDBACK IS WELCOME :DI really hope you guys will like it : 

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Before meeting you, Sherlock never thought about having children. 

Hell, he never even thought about having sex at all ! It just wasn’t something that ever interested him. He always pegged such activities as a big waste of time, utterly useless. And yet, when he met you, all of his strong beliefs in the subject shattered. He already felt very strange when he met “the woman”, Irene Adler, but you ? Oh it was something else. 

For starter, you were way smarter than Irene, and that was saying a lot. You often found solutions to problems before Sherlock, which he thought was infuriating…and yet which also made him extremely attracted by you. You quickly plagued his every thoughts, and he found himself craving for your presence more than once. When he confessed those weird things he was feeling to John, the ex-military doctor chuckled and told him :

-There’s nothing weird in what you’re feeling Sherlock, you’re probably just sapiosexual. Which would explain a lot. 

-Excuse me ?

-You’re sexually attracted by intelligence. Only, so far, you never met anyone that was smart enough to take your fancy.

-My brother is more intelligent than me and I don’t… 

-…Of course you had to make it weird. You know damn well what I mean, and you’re lying to yourself if you say you don’t feel something when (Y/N) is around. 

-I feel things alright, I just don’t know how to explain them.

-Some feelings cannot be explain. They’re just there. In your heart, in your mind, everywhere in your being. 

-That’s ridiculous. 

-Whatever you say Sherlock, whatever you say. 

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radioactivepeasant  asked:

(For the 3 sentence fic thing) maybe Vader discovering Luke in a thoroughly bizarre situation (pre or post ESB, up to you) that is Probably Dangerous, and Luke is trying very hard not to be relieved to see him.

Okay, here we go, the last 3 sentence fic that came in before I closed prompts (if you sent one in after I closed the prompts, I’ll probably get to it eventually, but for now I’m shifting focus back to Allegiance.) This is one more than three sentences, yet again. Hopefully it makes up for the long wait.


If they got out of this alive, Luke was going to strangle Wes; it was his fault that half of Rogue Squadron, including Wedge, had been captured by Zygerrian slavers, and Luke had had to suspend his search for Boba Fett and Han to come flying to the rescue. But now he was staring down a blaster set to stun, with another slaver holding a much more lethal blaster to Wedge’s temple, and Luke let his lightsaber drop. He shuddered as it hit the floor, and tried to ignore the tangled panic in his stomach when the slaver stepped forward with a pair of what looked like Force-suppressing binders, a sickening leer on his face.

Just before the binders snapped closed around his wrists, cutting him off from the Force, he felt it roil with dark fury, and his head jerked up just in time to see Vader crash through the door, his lightsaber blazing as it cut down the nearest slaver. Luke gasped, unexpected relief flooding through him and threatening to send him to his knees; he was already a little dizzy and disoriented from the sudden lack of the Force’s grounding light. His father, and it was still a little odd to think of Vader as his father, even though he knew it was true, was at his side before he could do much more than sway unsteadily, grabbing his arm and pulling him close even as all the blasters in the room were yanked away from their owners and crushed in midair with small explosions. Luke flinched, his eyes darting to Wedge to make sure his friend was alright. The pilot’s dark eyes were wide and there was a slight bruise on his cheek from an earlier scuffle, but he seemed otherwise unharmed.

“I should have allowed those to explode in your hands,” Vader snarled, his low voice vibrating against Luke’s back where it was pressed to his father’s chest, “but that is something my son should never have to witness.”

Luke stiffened, his breath catching in horror as he looked at Wedge again. His eyes were even wider now, if that were possible, and he opened his mouth as though to ask a question but snapped it back shut before he said anything. There was something like confusion around his eyes, but he didn’t look betrayed, though Luke was having a harder time reading him without the use of the Force. He had not realized how much he had depended on it, even subconsciously, until he was stripped of his connection with it. He wanted it back.

He felt Vader tense behind him and shift his grip, pulling Luke slightly to the side and out of the way as he threw his saber, the red blade scything through the air, and Luke cried out as the slaver holding Wedge pulled the pilot in front of him as a shield. But the lightsaber arched back to Vader’s hand after slicing through the rest of the slavers, leaving Wedge and his captor untouched. Luke leaned back against his father in relief.

“Release the pilot,” Vader demanded, pointing his blade at the last remaining slaver in the room. Luke was honestly surprised that none of them had called for backup yet. Perhaps Vader had knocked out the communications on their base, or they had been too caught by surprise at the appearance of the Empire’s Second-in-Command. The Zygerrian sneered and moved so Wedge was even more thoroughly between him and Vader.

“The Empire supports slavery. Why do you care if we take these Rebels off your hands, Lord Vader? You should have no objection.”

Vader growled and tensed again, and Luke feared he was going to throw the saber again, Wedge being used as a shield or no.

“Father, please,” he whispered. Vader ignored him, other than to hold him just a little tighter, the arm around Luke’s waist not allowing him to move away.

“The Empire condoning slavery,” Vader said, his low voice tightly controlled, though Luke feared it wouldn’t take much for that control to snap, “still does not excuse your attempt to enslave my freeborn son, Rebel or not.” Luke gasped at the emphasis, sudden understanding crashing in on him. He’d always known his father had been a slave as a child, but he hadn’t really thought about it in the context of Vader being his father. The two pieces of knowledge had remained separate in his mind after Bespin, the truth of Darth Vader having been a slave a little too odd a concept. Luke doubted the Zygerrian slaver would miss the emphasis, and he was sure he would also know what it meant.

Sure enough, his eyes went wide, his hold on Wedge slackening for a brief second. He opened his mouth to speak, but the momentary distraction was enough for Wedge to slam his elbow back into the slaver’s midsection and break free of his grip. The Zygerrian doubled over with a grunt, and Wedge didn’t hesitate before darting across the room and ducking behind Vader. Luke almost grinned at the ridiculousness of it, but clearly Wedge had decided that the Sith Lord was the lesser of the two threats in the room. A sentiment Luke shared, though he did not appreciate being held quite so close.

 Luke turned his head away, pressing his cheek against his father’s chest as the slaver’s neck twisted at an unnatural angle with the crunch of bone, and he collapsed to the floor, lifeless. Luke shuddered, and he heard Vader’s lightsaber deactivate before a hesitant hand brushed against the back of his head. When Luke didn’t flinch away from the contact, Vader ran his fingers through Luke’s hair again, and the action was oddly soothing. Luke sighed, a minuscule amount of tension draining from his shoulders.

“Foolish child,” Vader rumbled. His tone was difficult to read through the vocoder, and Luke didn’t have the Force to help him interpret, but the hand still in his hair tempered what might have otherwise been a reprimand into something a bit fonder. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Luke murmured, shaking his head against his father’s hand. “But I… I can’t touch the Force.” He lifted his bound hands, drawing attention to the offending binders.

“I know,” Vader said. “I am glad I was already here when they cuffed you, or else I might have thought – ” He cut himself off and clutched Luke tighter, and even without the Force, Luke imagined he felt his father’s fear at the thought of his death.

 “I am fine, Father,” Luke reassured him, a small, confused smile on his face at the thought of reassuring Darth Vader, of all people.

“Um,” Wedge said, inching around Vader to stand in Luke’s line of sight, “as weirdly touching as this reunion is, would you mind explaining to me just what the kriff is going on?” There was a hysterical edge to his voice, and even clenching his hands into fists didn’t stop them from trembling visibly. He kept his eyes fixed on Luke’s, never letting his gaze wander to Vader, and Luke was acutely aware of how confusing the situation must be for his friend.

“Wedge, uh…” Luke smiled weakly. His mind was racing, trying to think of a way to handle this. In all the varied ways he had imagined Wedge finding out about this, this was certainly not one of them. “Meet my father?” He gave an apologetic shrug, hoping Wedge wouldn’t take this badly.

Wedge’s eyes finally darted up to Vader’s mask before dropping back to Luke’s face. “Vader’s really your father? That’s…” His eyes flickered again. “I don’t… How is that even… What?”

“I’m sorry, Wedge. I didn’t know until recently. Until… Bespin.” He shivered at the memories, his prosthetic hand aching with phantom pain, and he curled it into a fist. Wedge’s eyes were drawn to the movement, and he flinched, no doubt putting together what it meant that Vader had been the one to take his hand.

Wedge gasped in horror. “But if he’s your – ”

“I had no choice,” Vader snapped, interrupting him. “Luke refused to surrender.”

“So you chopped off your own son’s hand?” he demanded. He took a small step forward, and Luke blinked in frightened amazement. Was Wedge really telling off Darth Vader? Was he trying to get himself killed?

“Wedge…” Luke warned, speaking before Vader could. He didn’t need the Force to feel his father’s anger rising, and he didn’t want Vader to release that rage against Wedge.

Wedge took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he focused on Luke’s face. “Are you alright?”

Luke nodded. He was trying not to think about the fact that Vader would not release him once they got out of the slavers’ compound. He had been rescued only to be captured, though he knew he would vastly prefer whatever his father had planned to the life of a slave. He had briefly tasted slavery under Grakkus, though he had tried so hard since then to convince himself that it didn’t count. But he was freeborn, and it had still felt like a failure to both his father and his grandmother, who had both escaped slavery in the end. Or so Luke had thought, before he knew that his father wasn’t dead; he wasn’t entirely convinced Vader wasn’t a slave to the Emperor now, and that thought stung.

He had not allowed himself to really contemplate his fate this time, and then his father had swept in and pulled him out before the thought could settle that maybe this time he wouldn’t escape, maybe this time he really would end up back where his family had come from. The first freeborn Skywalker in generations, and this was the third time he had almost been enslaved.

Vader broke through his thoughts, though his choice of subject wasn’t far off. “I assume, considering the length of time they had you, that you do not have a transmitter?” There was rage lacing his voice, audible even through the vocoder.

Luke shook his head. “No, I’m clean.” He looked over at Wedge, who also shook his head. That sent a rush of relief through Luke, and he dropped his head back against his father’s chest.

“Good. Now we are leaving.” Vader finally, finally released his hold on Luke’s waist, though he seized his arm immediately after, and began leading him towards the door he had slashed open. Wedge stood unmoving in the middle of the room, and Luke tugged against his father’s grip.

“Wait!” he cried. “We can’t leave yet. They still have Tycho and Wes and – ”

Vader froze, his hand momentarily tightening painfully around Luke’s arm. “We will retrieve them first, then.” Luke gaped at his father’s easy acquiescence before it struck him that of course he would be unable to leave anyone, even a Rebel, at risk of enslavement.

“Thank you.” Luke lifted his hands. “Can you get these off, please? I’m more of a liability than anything like this.”

Vader hesitated, and Luke sighed. “I’ll go with you, willingly, if you take these off and let my friends go after we rescue them.”

“Luke, no!” Wedge yelled. But Vader was quick to finalize the deal.

“Agreed.” He waved his hand over the binders, and they unlocked with a barely audible click and clattered to the floor. The Force flooded back instantly, almost painful in its intensity, and Luke raised his hands to his head.

“Ah…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut against the dizziness, even as the Galaxy settled back to rightness with the return of this missing part of him. Vader’s hands settled on his shoulders, supporting him.

“Luke?”

“I’ll be fine. The Force is just…” Luke gestured vaguely, unsure how to explain.

“I understand,” Vader replied. “It can be disorienting, both to lose and to regain your awareness of the Force.” As the Force settled around him, Luke became aware of the dark nova of his father’s presence pressing against him. It was oddly comforting.

He straightened and nodded. “Okay. I’m good.” He glanced over at Wedge, who was standing with slumped shoulders and staring down at his feet, and Luke knew he didn’t understand. He hoped he would be able to explain before this was over. “Let’s go.”

I know this isn’t the best i can do but i really wanted to draw somethiing with this little sunshine and this took so much time already x-x  ( drawing him is so hard for some reason ?? T-T)

His hair is living a life of its own. Also it’s not really smooth and all, might work on that somewhen else ( probably not though) so for now that’s all~~