he'd never like me

Remember the look of complete shock and disbelief when Cas realized that Sam and Dean wouldn’t leave his side and that they’d fight and die for him because they considered him family too?
Because I s u r e d o

  • random person: *compares Donald Trump to Voldemort*
  • me: YESSSSS.
  • my thoughts: Except he's not a Slytherin -- he's impulsive, rash, hot-tempered, and puts a lot of value on his public image and how people see him...plus he shows no resourcefulness, self-preservation, or loyalty to his inner-circle, since he had multiple divorces and only seems focused on himself. So basically he's an evil Gryffindor! ...Wait. What about Hillary? SHE shows resourcefulness, cleverness, and loyalty to her inner circle...plus she is methodical in her decision-making, can be incredibly flexible, and will kiss up to people to get her way. And of course she was vilified by people who mistook her cleverness for deviousness--OH MY GOD, HILLARY IS A GOOD SLYTHERIN HOLY COW.
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And the most painful part is, that’s over.

Haikyuu!! Characters As Things My Boyfriend Has Done : Part One
  • Daichi: Made pizza at 10:30pm bc he was hungry
  • Sugawara: Done the Hanzo voice before proceeding to die due to a coughing fit
  • Ennoshita: Talked casually about naming one of his kids Mistake in a different language
  • Asahi: Said he looked like a twenty-five year old man and then mentioned that I looked twelve despite the fact of him being nine months older than me — we were holding hands; people stared
  • Nishinoya: Stood over the seat of a seesaw, forgot that I was short and needed to pull the seat down to sit on it and proceeded to get hit in the balls
  • Tanaka: Offered to beat up anyone who ever insulted this blog and call them out
  • Kinoshita: Yelled that he wasn't going to take Hanzo's dragon and proceeded to die
  • Narita: The high pitched noises he makes whenever he dies or is panicked in video games
  • Kageyama: Him saying, "When I was coming out, you were being made." When I said we were only a pregnancy apart age wise
  • Hinata: Laughing at the look on my face when I realised I'd never be over 5-foot
  • Tsukishima: Said he'd like to see me in his blazer and then proceed to make a short joke
  • Yamaguchi: Saying that he liked the smell of Fanta upon me saying my face wash and moisturiser smells like Fanta
  • Kiyoko: Made a 19 step plan for our relationship and then forgot most of it
  • Yachi: Threatening to drive me to the doctors despite not being able to drive

anonymous asked:

Imagine this Horrorswap, HorrorShift, and HorrorFruit

*Okay, so Storyshift is always so hard for me to keep straight, and I’m familiar with the character designs of Fruittale (Melon!Sans is adorable), but I haven’t figured out their characterizations.  

Soooo, let’s go Horror!Swap~!


Empress Alphys (dubbed alphass or alfuck by Stretch) is crazy as shit and took off a good portion of the left side of Papyrus’s skull with her battle axe during a dispute about Sans.  Of course, Stretch can’t quite remember how he got the injury, and Sans can’t bring himself to admit his former best friend did something like that to his brother, so he keeps his mouth shut.  

Stretch is the tall one.  He’s grown over a foot since they started eating humans–as has Sans.  Papyrus’s orange hoodie is too short now, and ripped at the bottom, exposing part of his spine.  He still wears his usual shorts, which have also become a bit shorter on his frame.  His hoodie is stained red and filthy, but he doesn’t care.  Cigarettes are a rarity now–something he might even likely trade rations for–so his oral fixation has become chewing on sticks or old sucker stems.  This has left some of his teeth looking jagged–not as bad as HT!Paps’s teeth by any means, but just a chipped tooth here or there.  

He doesn’t have a dilated eyelight like HT!Sans, but his head wound is jagged enough to include the top portion of his left eyesocket.  Therefore, he’s now blind in that eye.  The injury has, of course, affected his memory, his magic, and left him a little unhinged.  He still loves puns and wears a lazy grin, but he doesn’t show much mercy unless you’re interesting.  He’s unable to summon Blasters, can only teleport short distances at a time, but can still summon bones at will.  His weapon of choice is an elongated bone with a jagged, sharpened end, much like a spear.   He hunts humans as a sentry, and has convinced Blueberry to start incorporating human meat into his TERRIFIC TACOS.  Stretch grinds the humans they capture up in his shed for his brother. 

Sans, on the other hand, has achieved his dream of becoming Captain of the Royal Guard–and he wants out.  Alphys takes out her anger on him, often beating him in the face with the blunt side of her axe during their ‘training’, which has resulted in him having a mouthful of jagged, oddly-spaced teeth that happen to always be stained crimson.  He’s still a skeleton of integrity, so despite the fact that he now finds humans to be delicious (Sans was vehemently against eating humans at first, but a combination of hunger and head trauma can cause a monster to do desperate things), Sans always puts the humans that fall through a series of puzzles.  

He still wears his usual bandanna, though it’s looking rather tattered now, and his battle body has been revised to fit his larger body.  It’s stained with blood and dirt that just won’t wash out, though the worst of the stains are on his boots and gloves.  He’s retained his good nature, boundless energy, and upbeat attitude, and while Stretch usually can’t muster up the willpower to do most things besides hunt and space out at his sentry station, the lanky skeleton still goes along with whatever Blueberry says (for the most part; it’s not like he’s going to actually calibrate his puzzles) and will do anything to protect his brother and make certain he’s fed.

(*… I should probably queue this up because it’s 2:30AM for me, but screw it.  I’ll post it now anyway.  I’m tired and drawing a blank, but I’d love to do more headcanons or drabbles for Horrorswap, so feel free to send some of those in.  Or any other AU imagines that’re kinda different because this was so much fun to think about. )

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Rei + being worried about Nagisa (◕‿◕✿)

It was too late. 

He was too late.

His words, though sincere, fell flat.

Molly couldn’t suppress the angry tears, or the accompanying frown. “How dare you?”

Sherlock gaped for a moment, wordless, before managing to speak. “I– I beg your pardon?”

“How dare you say such a thing?” She clenched her fists, her jaw; she squeezed her eyes shut. “I’ve told you countless times, you insensitive prick. Yet you still feel the need to tease and embarrass me, as though I’m some sort of plaything. I’m not an experiment, Sherlock.”

Bewilderment played across his features. “Th-that’s not–”

“Get out,” she said, staring him down.

“But–”

“Get out of my morgue!” She hadn’t stamped her foot, but she may as well have.

Sherlock turned quietly and left.

~

“Rubbish timing,” John said later that evening as he sat at his kitchen table with his friend.

“Rubbish emotions,” Sherlock quipped. “How is it that, with everything else in my mind, I still have room for the damned things?”

John shushed him; Rosie was asleep in the next room. “You’re still human,” he replied quietly.

The consultant leaned forward, face in his hands. “How can I even know for sure what I’m feeling toward Molly?" 

"You do care about her,” John said matter-of-factly. “However, you might have come to me before bungling it up. I still can’t believe you told her you were ‘ready to have a go at a relationship.’”

“Just… help me fix it,” Sherlock said quietly, looking up at his friend. “Please.”

John just stared at him. Sherlock almost never asked for help, let alone politely.

“Fine,” he replied. “I’ll do what I can.”

~

After a sleepless night, Molly decided to call John for advice.

He answered at the first ring. “Molly? I was just about to call.”

“Oh,” she replied. “Did you need me to come over?”

“If that’s alright.” John glanced over at Rosie, who was making a mess of breakfast, and Sherlock, who’d fallen asleep at the table. 

“As long as Sherlock isn’t there,” she said. 

“Oh, he won’t be,” John lied.

When Molly arrived, John answered the door with a grumpy Rosie in his arms. She took the toddler and followed John to his living room, sitting down on the sofa across from him.

“Can I talk to you about something?” Molly asked, gently stroking Rosie’s hair.

“Er, yeah,” John replied. “Of course.”

“Sherlock…” she started. “Sherlock came to my morgue last night.”

John said nothing.

“He… doesn’t know where to draw the line, does he?” She set Rosie on the floor with her toys. 

John pressed his lips together. He was looking at Rosie, but his true focus was on her godmother. He sighed before replying. “How long has it been since the last time he carelessly trampled on your feelings? Months? A year?”

Her eyebrows drew together. It had been a while. “What are you getting at?” she asked.

“Clarify for me,” John said, already knowing the answer. “What did he say to you?”

Molly scoffed. “He told me he was 'ready to have a go’ at a relationship.” She swallowed hard. “With me.”

“Hm.” John thought for a moment before speaking again. “I can see why you think he was taking the mick.”

“Well, he can’t very well be serious,” she replied, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees.

Rosie threw her doll at Molly, who handed the doll back saying, “Rosie, remember, we must be gentle with babies.”

Rosie took it back and hugged it before going back to playing alone.

“Why not?” John asked. “Why can’t he be serious?”

Molly smiled bitterly. “You know how he is. All logic, no emotion. He prefers drugs to actual human company.”

John shook his head, a smile playing across his lips. “That’s what he wants people to think. He only pretends not to care. He can’t get hurt if he won’t let anyone get close enough.”

She bit her lip. Her heart ached to accept that as truth, but… “Maybe that’s what he wants you to think.” …she didn’t want to take the chance.

“Molly…” John sighed. “I know it’s hard for you to believe or accept, but Sherlock does care.”

She shook her head.

“Molly.” Her gaze darted up to the door, where Sherlock stood with sleepless eyes and disheveled hair.

She turned to John, her voice barely above a whisper. “You said he wouldn’t be here.”

“Molly,” Sherlock said softly, stepping into the room. “Please.”

John stood, picked Rosie up, and left the room. He’d done what he could.

Molly got to her feet, arms crossed, and eyes welling up with tears. “Why, Sherlock?”

He knit his eyebrows. “Why?" 

"Why me? Why now?”

“Why you?” he replied, tentatively stepping closer. “You are kind… caring. You see the best in people. The best in me. You have always,” his voice cracked, “been a good friend. Why now?” He sighed, shaking his head. “It’s not just now. It’s been… too long. I…” He paused. “I wanted you to be happy, and… I didn’t think you could be happy with me.”

The silence that followed was deafening. 

Sherlock mentally counted down. If she doesn’t say anything by the time I reach zero, I’ll just leave, he thought. The heart that had been purposely hardened felt heavier with each passing second. At zero, he turned, but stopped when she spoke.

“How long?” she asked quietly, letting her arms fall to her sides.

“I’m not sure,” he replied, still facing the door. “But… the day you said you didn’t count–it was the day I realized that you do count, Molly. More than anyone. More than… more than me.”

Another pause.

“One chance,” she said.

Sherlock turned back to face her again. “Sorry?”

“I can offer you one chance, Sherlock. If…” She took a breath. “If this is a joke, an experiment, or anything like that, you’ll tell me right now. If I find out on my own, that’s it. I won’t ever want to see you or hear from you again. Do you understand?”

Sherlock nodded silently.

“Now, tell me: are you serious about this? Do you absolutely mean what you’ve said?” Molly closed her fists, bracing herself for the answer.

He slowly closed the distance between them, leaned down, and kissed her gently before answering.

“Absolutely.”

shout out to the anon who asked me a what if question about aaron getting serious with someone during the affair and robert getting jealous because nOW I WANT TO WRITE THE THING

Renegade Life: No time for haircuts

anonymous asked:

kane52630 tumblr com/post/146751580234 this post made me wonder-if the 60s Batman series existed in your version of DC, what would Bruce Wayne think of it? (I assume it'd be a contemporary Netflix thing.) (sorry if this sends twice, Tumblr was being weird.)

I love trying to imagine how Bruce Wayne would respond to various Batmen and I think he would probably find 60s Batman fucking hilarious.

Originally posted by ensalada-de-lengua-de-pajaritos

“Dick. Why are you laughing. I don’t see what’s so funny. This is a completely accurate representation of our lives. Someone is spying on us. This is very serious. Dick. Stop laughing. You’re missing important plot points.”

I also like to think that the Robins would lose their shit over Lego Batman and Bruce would catch them watching it and they’d be like SHIT SHIT SHIT and he’s just >:| and they are terrified waiting for the hammer to come down because of their disrespect but secretly Bruce thinks it’s fucking great. Or maybe I just think this because the idea of Bruce Wayne having to resist the temptation to sing “darkness, no parents” at inappropriate times is great.

Originally posted by entertainingtheidea

PSA: Just because you’ve suffered more hardships than a person does not give you to right to dismiss their problems and say “I’ve had worse.” and “You know, that was nothing compared to…..” Their experience does not make it any less painful to them than yours. Not only that, you will also prevent them from reaching out to people when they are dealing with severe problems and force them to deal with their difficulties without the support of others. No one’s emotions are ‘superior’ to others; all of our emotions have equal priority. And remember that crying never makes you weak.

I need to talk about Major Stoner Bilbo and his two Stoner friends Bofur and Ori who all get high as fuck, eat cupcakes, and do dramatic readings of bad romance novels. 

Enter Thorin, Nori, and Dwalin, who are serious hunks and Bilbo, Bofur, and Ori’s Friday nights now consist of them waxing slurred poetry about the hot business men who came into their regular cafe meeting spot.

anonymous asked:

do you have any posts/ can you explain how you think Draco and Harry were able to move past the fact that they " hated" each other (or at least pretended too)? Like I 100% ship drarry so much but I can't see how/why Harry tried/used the cure on Draco (sectumsepra I think, idk if that's right. The one in the bathrooms??). Thank you!!!

Hi! So I’m a bit unsure what you mean- are you asking how Harry and Draco would be able to set all their baggage aside and find it in themselves to forgive, trust, and love each other?

It would certainly be a gradual process! The reason I like Drarry is because it would take a lot of work for Harry and Draco to end up together- they’d have to develop and change and grow. They’d need to heal and move on from the horrors of the war, and would find pieces of themselves in each other that would inspire them in new and unexpected ways. Drarry isn’t an easy, fluffy ship, and they wouldn’t forgive each other overnight and suddenly be completely at peace with everything that happened. Draco and Harry did strongly dislike each other; there was fascination, of course, mixed in with a lot of resentment and misunderstanding, but still, their animosity ran deep. And personally, I really dislike when fics gloss over or ignore their history- it’s bloody and angry and flawed and real. It’s what makes them them. And as much shit as they went through together, I still think they can find it in themselves to mature and learn to see each other as actual people and not just The Chosen One and a Death Eater.

And once they’ve worked through the majority of their issues and have settled into some sort of relationship (which, again, would take awhile and would involve a lot of fighting and some backslides), I think they’d actually be pretty perfect together. They both love so completely and need an anchor, something to cling onto whenever the nightmares reappear and the world seems bleak. Their love would consume them, would make them hungry and fevered and wild. And yet despite all of this ferocity, there would also be a sense of peace when they’re together. They’d find a home in each other, something real and steady that they can count on, something to give them hope. Together, they would explore new facets of themselves and learn to see the world in less absolute terms. They would learn to forgive- both the boy they once considered an enemy and themselves. And by doing so, a new world would open up to them, one they’d never even thought to consider, one that’s so much richer and more vibrant than anything they’ve imagined. They’d still fight- they’re both passionate and explosive, and that’s just part of their dynamic- but they’d always forgive too. And over time, they would become more than their names, more than their houses, more than their roles in the war. Together, they’d just be more.

Drarry is fucking and fighting and forgiveness. It’s healing, growth, and absolution. It’s chaos and peace and everything in between.

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