he was just ''there'' you know

I mean, I know Cody was an a-hole and all, but his bloody corpse impaled like a barbecue on my front lawn isn’t exactly the first thing I’d like to see when I look out my window. Mr. Red who isn’t really red and would like to be taken in for false advertising better get him outta my tree before the cops come and accuse me of murder.

“they” is shorter than “he or she”

“they” is more inclusive than “he or she”

“they” flows more naturally than “he or she”

I don’t want to see “he or she” ever again


just a quick pouty, blushing, younger shiro tryna get lance’s (aka his hero) attention

matt: aww someone’s got it really bad
shiro:…*doesn’t even deny it*

from @punkshirogane’s wonderful reverse shance au!

the paladins + being scared

Lance: (screams and either flails backwards and gets caught in his jacket, or he jumps into hunk’s arms)

Hunk: (raises his arms up to protect his face and twists his knees inward like he has to go to the bathroom. also automatically prepares to catch lance)

Keith: (jumps (it’s more like a hop) backwards and tries to pull out his knife. he’s usually successful in getting his knife out but if you really get him flustered he ends up accidentally flinging his fanny pack at you)

Pidge: (jumps three feet into the air and tries to climb the nearest person and/or wall and/or object. if she’s holding technology, she will protect it first and her body second)

Shiro: (falls into a fighting stance. his face says calm and prepared leader, but his eyes scream he’s not going back to jail)

Coran: (flails around in a bunch of over-exaggerated vaguely karate like movements. before you know it, you’re completely disarmed and on the ground, and he’s standing above you posed like a ballerina)

Allura: (yells and instinctively punches a hole straight through the wall. the metal wall. like it was nothing. the mice atop her head chirp at you in a scolding manner. you flee the scene, lucky to be alive)


“Hunk, he knows my name. Shiro knows my name!”

“Pretty sure that’s because he saw you start a food fight in the mess hall with Keith and he stopped you two before you could drag other people in it. You both got detention for that, remember?”

or: Lance have been pining after his hero for quite a while now and is having a hard time keeping his crush a secret especially after Shiro called him by his name for the first time.


hype man hobi

Reasons to be happy today:

  • One night after a difficult mission made Bruce even gruffer than usual, his children gathered for a group complaining session that featured sarcastic Bruce-impressions and comments like “it would be nice to get positive feedback every once in awhile”
  • “I get that he loves us and all, but he could stand to show it” “Or say it, even. Never heard him do that”
  • At that point Cass, who had been sitting quietly, confused all of her siblings by replying, “He says that a lot”
  • See, Cass’s understanding of language is different. She reads body language, and it allows her to understand how people feel when they aren’t necessarily communicating it to others. Technically, Cass has never heard Bruce say “I love you.” But she’s certainly seen him say it many, many times
  • And since her siblings found that hard to believe, she set about proving it to them. Through the rest of the mission, every time she saw Bruce say “I love you,” she approached the nearest sibling and whispered “There”
  • [Bruce adjusts Damian’s cape on his way past] “There”
  • [Bruce rolls his eyes as Dick and Tim strike intentionally melodramatic poses on the rooftop] “There”
  • [Bruce hands Duke a granola bar when his stomach starts growling] “There”
  • [Bruce uses excessive force on a villain that came slightly too close to Jason] “There”
  • [Bruce tells off the collective JLA for unprofessional behavior while they openly ignore him and continue said behavior] “There”
  • [Bruce turns away from the truly impressive kick flip Cass used to incapacitate three separate combatants with absolutely no change in expression] “There. See? He’s proud”
  • The others aren’t totally sure they believe her, but if she’s right…. wow. That kind of changes everything
  • And since Bruce had no idea any of that went on, she’s free to continue. Whenever Cass sees that one of her brothers is feeling down, she follows them around to act as Bruce’s translator. Somebody has to do it, she figures
I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.

And just because I can:


Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.

“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.” 

The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.

“Did you want something?”

“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.

And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.

“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”

“I want my friends to come visit.”

Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”

“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”

Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge. 

“I see. For how long?”

“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”

Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”

I want my friends…friendshow often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables. 

“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”

Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”

Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”

“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”

“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”

“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”

“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”

Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click. 

Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front. 

Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.

“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”

anonymous asked:

How many times do you think Merle or Magnus wake up to Taako just stealing their body heat? Like the elf wasn't there earlier but he's here now

All the time.

Much more than anyone would expect for how far he keeps himself away from everyone.

The cuddling starts right at the beginning, when it’s just the three of them and they barely know each other. They’re out on the road, and he doesn’t mean to, but Taako just drifts to one of their bedrolls - no preference, just whoever is closer. They wake up to an armful of elf, quietly sleeping and closer to them than he usually gets while awake. He doesn’t seem to notice that he’s doing it until he wakes up the next morning and he’s not where he fell asleep. Magnus and Merle don’t mind, but Taako doesn’t want to talk about it.

When Taako makes a point to stay away, he has night terrors. It happens every night without exception; he shifts and cries out, clutches the sheets and reaches for something. Magnus and Merle manage to put up with listening to that for three nights before they can’t stand it anymore. One of them climbs up to the top bunk every night, and climbs back down before he’s awake in the morning. Taako knows, but he doesn’t say anything; none of them say anything. It should be weird, a weird thing to do for three people who have just met, but it doesn’t feel weird to them. They don’t need to talk about it.

When they’re in the bigger apartment, Taako doesn’t sleep right next to them in the same room anymore. He assumes that means the end of the cuddling - he won’t keep anyone up with his noise now - but Magnus is at his door before bed, standing awkwardly.

“Thought you’d like some company,” he says. Merle is right behind him.

It’s a tossup over who is sleeping in any room at any time, but Taako is usually not alone. Sometimes one or both of his roommates will be in his room, and sometimes he’ll wander to one or the other’s room. The rest of the Bureau starts to catch on, especially after Angus walks in one morning for a magic lesson to find all three of them passed out together on the couch. 

Angus, as it happens, has no objection to cuddly naps. After-lesson naps become part of their routine, along with snacks and occasional pranks.

Carey and Killian tease Taako for the cuddling when they find out, until Magnus quietly tells them what it’s like to sleep nearby while Taako is sleeping alone. Taako feels like he should have an explanation - some kind of story about a traumatic past - but he really doesn’t

When asked, he just shrugs. “The bed feels too empty.”


Couple of assorted haikyuus

Force of Chaos

Or, Bucky Barnes Is Definitely Not The Sane One.

(On AO3)

Bucky was sitting at the kitchen island when Steve wandered in, looking for a mid-afternoon snack. There was a heap of black leather on the granite surface in front of him, and he was working vigorously at the lining with a needle and thread. It was just a touch too glossy to be Nat’s catsuit, and too big to be one of Bucky’s motorcycle jackets, which left only…

“Is that Nick Fury’s trenchcoat?” Steve asked, with open horror. He’d thought the therapist was making headway on Bucky’s latent self-destructive tendencies. 

“Yep.” Bucky replied, tying a knot and snipping the thread away. He stood and shook out the coat. 

It jingled. 

Like a Christmas stocking.

“And you say I’m the reckless one,” Steve shook his head. “Well, it’s been nice knowing you, Buck. I hope Fury kills you quickly.”

“You are the reckless one. I’ll be wearing a parachute when I jump off the helicarrier to escape.”

Steve couldn’t argue with that.

 He wondered if Bucky had a plan to evade the Quinjets after he jumped. 

kingofmemes posted:

i may spend the rest of my life in boat jail, but at least the pirate king cant sneak up on me anymore.

worth it.

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