he's just like holding it all in

Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.

Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.

He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back. 

So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.

Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.


Bull’s heartbeat is in his throat, clamoring its way up to his mouth to sit on his tongue. They’re just talking, but there’s something about the way Dorian tips his head back to look at him, all smiling eyes and teeth, focused like he’s the only man in the room.

Dorian stops swirling his water into a monsoon and lightly touches Bull’s forearm on the table while he laughs, giving credit where it’s due. Bull’s toes curl in boots hidden under the table, holding the tension he can’t show in his fist. He doesn’t want to fuck this up. Wherever they are now, it’s fragile. They’ve slept together twice, now, and tonight is looking promising. Ordinarily it would be the sex he was looking forward to, but tonight, it’s the company.

Dorian’s looking down into his glass, lashes nearly resting against his cheeks. “I hope I’m not keeping you from any other plans,” he says airily, eyes flicking up.

“My schedule usually clears out around mealtimes,” Bull returns smoothly. “You’re my only plans tonight.”

Dorian smiles too wide at first, then tames it into a smirk. “So this is less than chance? You actually had me penciled in?”

“You seem surprised.” Bull leans back in his chair and it creaks, not so much in protest as resignation. Taking advantage of his new position, he drapes an arm around the back of Dorian’s chair. It’s bold, yes, and could easily be misinterpreted, but Dorian doesn’t seem to mind. “I did say I’d see you at dinner, didn’t I?”

Gray eyes roll, but he’s still smiling. “See me, yes. We see everyone at dinner.”

“Dorian, you have a decent head on your shoulders, so I know you do this shit on purpose.”

“Was that a compliment or an accusation?”

“Yeah,” Bull laughs, lifting his fork with his free hand. Despite the twisting in his gut, he still has to eat to keep his strength up, and the menu tonight really isn’t too bad. Weeks ago, he would have labeled this stomach-wrenching feeling as sensible fear. Now, however, he realizes it isn’t self-preservation, but the same sort of nervous intimidation he used to feel as a young man addressing his superiors. He’s not sure what to make of that.

Dorian’s back is gradually sinking against his arm, the muscles relaxing like a wave. His mouth is open like he’s about to say something, but before he can say it, his hand knocks his glass over and spills its contents across the table.

He curses under his breath and Bull can see the tips of his ears reddening, but before Bull can even reach for a napkin, the situation is under control. Dorian has his hand cupped around the sprawling liquid, a barrier extended to the edges to contain it. The edges move closer together until the liquid is scooped into a bubble, picked up and dumped back into his glass.

“Useful,” Bull chirps, ignoring the sweat gathering in his palms and the fork still hovering by his mouth. “You, uh, want another?”

Dorian lifts the glass to his lips, raising his brows curiously. “Another what? My glass is still full.”

And the Iron Bull can’t help but laugh at that, the anxiety leaving him with each heave of his chest. Dorian’s resting against his arm again, seemingly unbothered by the jostling and laughter right in his ear, smiling to himself as if Bull can’t see it.

anonymous asked:

But can you imagine Harry holding his future son's/daughter's hand for the first time? His giant hands holding such tiny ones. Like maybe right after the birth where you're holding your baby for the first time, and then Harry reaches out to hold his baby's hand. He can't help but tear up, because that's his baby and it's all so real. The little hand he is holding is going to call him daddy. He is a daddy now. The skin to skin contact just makes everything so real. *sighs*

Originally posted by big-chen-bot

Jason is an awkward turtle duck.

Notice how everyone loves Dick. Tim has a good number of friends always willing to help him out. Damian is capable of forcing people to reluctantly befriend him.

And then there’s “my best friend as a child was a gargoyle statue” Jason.

Which leads me to believe Jason can’t hold a proper conversation with people he likes. He always ALWAYS says something that just kills the mood, causes laughter to awkwardly trail off, and ppl to shuffle away. He tries too hard which is why he no longer really tries at all.


She’s always been thin, and over the years she’d honed her body into a perfectly efficient machine, all lithe muscle with just enough extra. Now he holds her at night and could count every bone in her body.

He tries not to, though.

On the couch in his office she’s been asleep for hours, but Mulder doesn’t sleep much anymore. He traces circles on her hip with the fingertips of his left hand. The pain has dulled to a low, constant ache; he doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. Mulder’s not worried about what it will be like, after. He knows how to live with a phantom limb.

The lights again, out over the lake.

“Scully,” he says, and even though it’s the middle of the night she must have been awake, because she doesn’t start at the sound of her name, just turns to look at him.

She says, her voice low, “The lights.”

“If they come for us,” he says, but she kisses him hard.



More forcefully: “Don’t.”

“You should go,” he says, and in his mind’s eye he sees it, the headlights closing in, the wind and the sparks and the screaming. Scully and Will carried away like everyone else they used to know. Disappearing beyond his reach. “Before it’s too late. Take Will and go.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” she says, but he hears the uncertainty in her voice and it only makes him more sure.

“I’ll hold them off as long as I can. Create a diversion, I’ll – you take the truck and whatever’s left of the gasoline.” He can feel his grip on her tightening as he adds, “Will knows how to shoot.”

“Oh my God,” she exhales.

“You know they want him. And they know where we are.”

“We don’t know anything. God, Mulder, what are you saying?”

“Promise me,” he says.

“Never,” she says, fierce. “Not without you.”

But she’ll run. He will make sure of it; he will not lose her to this. This world, just like the old one, needs to have Scully in it. He thinks of the bags he packed for her and Will, all those months ago. The handgun and rifle they keep loaded near the door, and Scully’s first-aid kit carrying unspeakable things.

He holds her closer; he counts the minutes. He watches the headlights swim through the window again, then fade into the darkness.

For now.

anonymous asked:

thorin sees bilbo telling off the hobbits for auctioning off his things and he's never been more in love

YEAAAAAA SON like as much as we all like to think about thorin going off at the hobbits for selling off bilbo’s things like honestly i love thorin just hanging back, holding onto their chest of silver and gold, unsure what to do as bilbo absolutely goes off on them (and thorin’s utterly besotted now, of course, and they’ve danced around each other and slowly falling for each other since thorin woke up after battle and decided to return to the shire as unsure what they really are to each other but they’re something, and now thorin’s absolutely completely in love) 

like some of the hobbits see thorin and are a bit startled to have just noticed the dwarf standing in their presence and eventually the auctioneer asks for proof of bilbo’s identity and that’s finally when thorin steps forward and vouches for him like bilbo did in laketown oh my lord i am Weak™

‘and who’s this?’ 

‘oh.. ah, he’s my fr-’

‘i’m his intended.’

‘intended? since when?’

‘since right now. now excuse us, it’s past tea time and we’d like to get to setting our things back in order’

anonymous asked:

What about the godly parents of the other Leaders? The Team Leaders, Spark, Blanche, and Candela?

Spark would be the son of Hermes. He’s crafty, creative, and mischievous. He’s also known as the team leader who takes in the leftover children, which is exactly what Hermes, God of travelers and the lost, does.

Candela would be the daughter of Ares but a huntress of Artemis. Candela is aggressive, tactical, bold, and competitive, all traits of Ares. However, she’s a woman fighting for the rights of women. She stands for strength in femininity, just like Artemis.

Blanche would be the child of Athena, as cliche as that sounds. They’re clever, analytical, and intelligent. Aside from that, they’re also competitive as hell. Nobody who isn’t competitive holds a pissing contest with Poseidon for that long.

Willow would be Dionysus’ drinking buddy.

anonymous asked:

Like maybe it's cause he was putting up a kind of front to maybe mask all the stuff he talked about in that video. IDK why his face changed but yeah in that video it was normal and I just want to hold onto him and never let go.

i wish we could all hug him

anonymous asked:

Trifecta and blow jobs. Do they like them? Where do they want to cum?

hchdicbwifbe hmm

Pride probably wouldn’t like blowjobs too much. he finds pleasuring in pleasuring his s/o and plus blowjobs seems a little…dirty to him. but on the slim chance he does get a blowjob, I think he’d get really flustered and embarrassed and apologetic if he cums like on your face or something I don’t see Pride getting head often

LaSalle on the other hand probably loves blowjobs. a quick fix and he just loves seeing you on your knees looking up at him. loves moaning out compliments and holding your head. and he’ll cum anywhere you want him to (but he prefers in your mouth. feels better that way)

Gibbs is old-fashioned and probably wouldn’t be all that used to blowjobs?? but he won’t say no if you wanted to. can accidentally cum in your mouth when he forgets you need to breathe

all the things that happened while i was visiting the library downtown in order:

  1. i was adjusting my shorts outside and some hobo hit on me. not sure why hobos are the only men i attract.
  2. as soon as i went to the second floor, we heard shouting and some guy yelling fuck you. i thought it was just normal city happenings
  3. then i saw the police officer yelling “i need you to hold this guy down he has a gun”
  4. of course all the people around are just quietly typing on their computers like this ain’t no thang
  5. i decided to get the hell out of dodge and up to the next floor while i watched 7 more police officers run up
  6. climbed 5 flights of stairs because i didn’t want to be stuck in an elevator with anyone
  7. accidentally kinda sorta crashed a jewish wedding on the top floor. that was much more pleasant than everything else that happened and i didn’t photobomb anywhere so all good
  8. also got to see the guy arrested from the top floor

anonymous asked:

My feet have been killing me lately and all I want to do is sit on Johnny's lap (I don't care if it's in his wheelchair or on slow dancer).

He’d complain a bit about you making it difficult to navigate his wheelchair but he’s blushing from the close proximity. On Slow Dancer you’d have to hold on to his waist and if he was a little red before he’s a tomato now, cheeks bright red

Fried ...just fried

—I feel the need to hold a baby. You know, smell that baby smell, rock back and forth singing softly…anyone have an infant they can lend me for…like…30 minutes? Or until they poop?

—Actually I’ve been rocking back and forth and muttering to myself all day. At least if I was holding a baby people wouldn’t stare so much.

—It could be allergies or it could be a cold starting. Either way, ugh.

—Daughter is at a sleep over, so husband is taking me out to dinner. He doesn’t know this yet.

—I’ve had so much work to do today that I’m still in my workout gear from this morning. Haven’t showered…or worked out. Ugh.

But it’s FRIDAY!!!!!! And I’m going to sleep late and drink wine and not read anything about snow removal or braking friction. Don’t ask. Have a wonderful weekend, peeps!! You made it!!! :)))

redecipher  asked:

Okay, human wearing cute themed socks (knee length or thigh highs) and just being silly and like "check out these cool socks. Am i seducing you?" Sticking the leggy really far. Just ...picture.

i’m envisioning Starscream being very unfazed by this and just saying “no.” all deadpan-like

he’s not an easily amused mech.

but if you continue being all cute-like he’ll warm up a little and smile and hold you a li’l bit. his precious human is adorable and he wants to snuggle them. c:

anonymous asked:

I'm sad because it really seems like JB is kinda in love with YJ and YJ only sees him as his hyung 😭😭convince me otherwise? I just love 2jae so much

we all know Jaebum cant keep his hands off Youngjae sometimes and you can see that Youngjae gets quite nervous, I think he only enjoys open PDA when he’s in the mood and when he is, he’s soooo cute like ive noticed his tendency to hold/lean into Jaebum, even if its quite subtle! in my eyes, youngjae loves jaebum just as much but doesnt always like expressing it as openly as jaebum does

anonymous asked:

my dad was a lawyer who mainly focused on family law (separation, custody of children n stuff like that) and i have a super vivid memory from when i was younger and he got home from work one night, hugged me, and started to cry bc he had a rough case that day and for some reason i can see barba doing that? which is weird bc he seems like the one to usually maintain a strong facade but anyways i love pain and crying so here u go

Oh, no, you are so one-hundred percent correct with your assumption here, anon! 

Yes, Rafael is strong, and yes, sometimes it is a facade, but as soon as he and Sonny adopt Elisa, that ability to hold that wall up just comes crumbling down.

Any time that he prosecutes a case involving some sort of child abuse or neglect, it gets so hard for him to bottle all of that stuff up and turn it off once he gets home, because he just can’t fathom how a person could do that to their own child, because to Rafael, having a child is a privilege, especially because he and Sonny had to adopt, and he takes that privilege so seriously and he loves Elisa so much that the thought of someone daring to harm their own child sickens him to his very core.

So whenever he prosecutes those cases, he comes home every night and takes Elisa into his arms. 

He doesn’t always cry, he does manage to hold that in until he’s in bed with Sonny most times, but every once in awhile he can’t help but let a stray tear fall into Elisa’s hair as he digs his nose into her curls and squeezes her tight.

Elisa will notice him crying, too, so she’ll ask something like, “Were the bad guys really bad today, daddy?”, all innocent wonder in her eyes. And it’ll always make Rafael smile, and laugh, and he’ll normally just nod his head before pulling her back into his chest for another tight hug.

And he’ll always tell Elisa, always on those nights, that he and daddy will never let anything happen to her, ever. He’ll tell her that he and daddy love her more than anything else in the world and that they’ll always keep her safe.

my fave parts in beauty and the beast:

  • gaston dragging agathe in front of the whole town and then just going like ‘no offense agathe’
  • when lefou asked gaston whether he seriously wanted to be part of belle’s family
  • “is that fair?” - “i don’t care”
  • when gaston told belle that she just had to find the right man and she was all like ‘it’s a small village i’ve met everyone’ like what kind of savage
  • “BE FREE!” iconic
  • lefou spelling gaston’s name
  • beast dragging belle for her taste in shakespeare
  • belle holding back tears when she’s in the library for the first time honestly same
  • lefou’s smile upon realizing that maurice was still alive
  • “there’s a beast running wild, there’s no question, but i fear the wrong monster’s released”
  • maestro cadenza going “ouch” when gaston ditches lefou
  • when chip apologized to maurice for moving and maurice was just like ‘it’s alright’ and then he fucking bolted
  • luke evans singing
  • “too much?” - “…yep”
  • belle teaching that little girl how to read
  • “i didn’t think she would say yes!”
  • when everyone was changed back

I have now watched So Much Critical Role that I’m starting to notice everyone has their own styles of rollin’ dice and they’re all real cute

- Marisha sorta just drops hers but she lifts her hand way up in the air afterward like there’s RECOIL on that shit

- Sam leaves his hand up in the air too but it’s very Gilmore-esque. Quite elegant, 9/10 for style. “Ah yes, what is this thing that I rolled - ah, ‘tis garbage”

- Liam just tips his dice over like a cat knocking something off a shelf. Sometimes he does this sneaky lil finger twirl thing. tryin 2 be stealthy.

- Once in a while Laura holds dice in both hands. prayin to dice gods probably.

- Taliesin always shakes his dice back and forth a bunch of times - obviously one must warm the dice up before rolling if one wishes to guarantee a fuckton of nat 20s (Laura does this too, but Taliesin will do it for D A Y S)

- Travis has some nasty SPIN on that throw and sometimes he puts his SHOULDERS into it dude rolls dice like a MAN doin a SPORT and I love it

I might have screamed a little (or a lot) when I saw the new official art.

I mean, look at them

That’s like the epitome of boyfriendhood (or fiancehood, even).

Like, they’re probably chilling on the steps to the rink in St. Petersburg after practice and Yuuri might be talking about some mobile game he’s been into lately and Yurio’s kinda interested, but Victor is just there like “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about but I love you and I know you like it so please tell me more.”

And it’s all so casual with the coffee and the crossed legs and the jeans and everything and Victor is just holding his hand on Yuuri’s shoulder like it’s normal for them because it is.

I swear, you can see that they’re in a relationship at first glance because of all the visual cues and asdfghjk this art is just so good.


R e n d !! 🔪 🔪

Yatogami and his Yukine ♡♡ 
I wanted to draw some meaningful/Japanesey things for the backgrounds aha. I hope it is fun figuring out what they mean ^^

 Watercolours on 200gsm