he's ten weeks old and very tiny and cute and puppy

anonymous asked:

Top ten yuuri/viktor birthday presents?

Top Ten Yuuri/Viktor Birthday Presents

10) After Phichit moved back to Thailand, Yuuri got pretty sad because it was much harder to see each other now that they weren’t living together and so for his birthday Viktor took him on a surprise visit to Thailand that he and Phichit had co-conspired to plan

9) Since Viktor was really, really good at learning languages but never got an official degree in any of them because he was too busy skating, Yuuri paid for him to do an online college course in languages so that he had the qualifications to prove it

8) Viktor once got Yuuri a matryoshka doll after Yuuri said he thought that they were cute except it was a custom made one of Yuuri in all his different costumes from his newest one on the outside to a tiny little 14 year old Yuuri right in the middle in his very first Junior costume

7) Usually Viktor had to spend his birthday at an official party with lots of reporters and things, putting on a show for the cameras but instead Yuuri co-conspired with Yakov to make sure Viktor had the entire day to himself and spent it taking care of him with just the two of them so that Viktor could finally have a private birthday day with no pressure or expectations and being very spoiled by Yuuri

6) Viktor learned how to cook Katsudon in secret through a lot of phone calls and skype sessions with Yuuri’s mum so that he could make it specially for Yuuri’s birthday

5) They both mutually gave each other a new puppy to keep Makkachin and Vicchan company and so that they would still have a dog when their two eventually passed away

4) Yuuri made Viktor a special photo album for his 30th because Viktor was getting pretty down about how old he was and Yuuri spent weeks collecting every photo he could find of Viktor both in competitions and with his friends etc to organise into one big book to remind him that even though he was thirty years old it was thirty years well spent

3) Viktor got Yuuri a new dog collar for Vicchan with the name in Russian and Japanese which was a really nice present except that for the fact that with Vicchan’s name they just directly translated as Виктор in Russian. Yurio found it before Viktor gave it to Yuuri when it wasn’t on Vicchan yet and was just like ‘Viktor what the hell, why do you have a collar with your name on it??? Wait a minute no, I don’t want to know, I DON’T WANT TO KNOW’

2) Viktor spent ages sourcing out an original copy of the infamous poster that Yuuri had of him for all those years and signed it and gave it to Yuuri as a do over. Because he still regretted how much of a bad first impression he made and even though he couldn’t take it back he could do it again the way that he should have done the first time, praising Yuuri and telling him just how amazing he is

1) Yuuri made Viktor a scrapbook of their entire lives together. It included everything, old newspaper clippings about the two of them, screenshots from old videos of them on the podium together when they were younger, official competition photos, everything detailing right from the beginning of their rivalry all the way up until the present day with the last photo in the book being the photo of them kissing at the alter

anonymous asked:

Can you please write the imagine where marshmallow is a girl bunny

Sure I can! I’m so happy you liked the idea! I had a lot of fun with this one! I made the bunnies crazy colors because Marshmallow is already pink and it’s the underworld hahaha. I hope you enjoy!!!!

And idk if any of you have seen newborn baby bunnies, but they aren’t cute at first lmaoo


“Hey Tom, what’s up?” Marco picked up the phone and Star jumped to be next to him, trying to listen in on the conversation. “Star come on.” Marco tried to push her a little bit.

“I wanna hear!” Star pushed through and Marco tried to listen to what Tom was saying.

“So I have some news.” Tom began. “Turns out Marshmallow is a girl. I never knew because I rescued her from the street. And I’m not a vet, heh, I didn’t really know how to tell.” He shrugged.

“Okay, that’s cool.” Marco spoke, a bit confused.

“Yeah and… she had babies.” Tom said this with a little laughed. “I didn’t even know she was pregnant! I woke up and she was sitting on a litter of ten bunnies!” He continued. “I’m looking online now and it says rabbits have babies within a few days of getting pregnant. I thought she looked chubby…” He trialed off as realization dawned on him.

“Oh! Tom that’s amazing! Are they cute?” Marco asked. But Tom started laughing.

“Not in the slightest.” He spoke through hysterical laughter. “Marco, they’re newborns, and they look so gross!” He laughed. “They’re grayish and their eyes are so small, it’s like they aren’t even there! They looked like boiled, gray, wrinkled chicken. That you can see the veins and organs through. They are see-through!”

“Ew, that’s gross.” Marco fell back. “But hang on, me and Star will be there in a few to help.” Marco assured, hanging up. Star jumped up and down.

“What’s the news!?” She asked, jumping.

“Wanna see some babies?” Marco asked.

“Baaaaaabieeees!!!!!”

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“Babies! Where are the babies!?” Star cried, rushing into Tom’s house. She practically tackled the demon over, holding his face and squishing it. “Babies! Babies! Babies! I wanna see the babies!” She cried. Tom laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

“Okay, over here, keep quiet. They hear things a lot more sensitively than we do.” He spoke. Tom brought over a small cardboard box. Big enough for Marshmallow to fit in sitting on top of all the babies, who were huddled up. “Here are the babies.” He grinned.

“Ew! They’re the grossest cuties ever!” Star grinned, making a grossed out face on top of her smile.

“You can hold one.” He told her.

“No I don’t wanna touch them.” Star admitted. “They’re… so gross looking.” She shook her head. Tom nodded.

“I know, but they’ll be cute in a day or two.” He laughed. Marco came over and took the box carefully.

“Aw, I think they’re cute.” He voiced the unpopular opinion and the other two shook their heads. “They are! Like wrinkly-”

“Grayish balloons full of slime and guts.” Tom cut him off. Marco rolled his eyes and Tom took the box back, leaving it on the couch so Marshmallow could hop in and sit on her babies to let them nurse.

“Oh look at the speckled one.” Star grinned. Tom nodded. You could tell what color they’d be by their skin color and the little tiny bit of fuzz they had so far. But they still looked grayish and had a see-through look to their skin. “Do you know if they’re boys or girls?” She asked. Tom nodded.

“Yeah, You can tell easier before they grow fur.” He explained.

“Did you name any of them yet?” Marco asked. Tom nodded and took out a bunny that was clearly going to be black.

“I named this one Panther.” He said, placing the bunny back in the box with the fleece. He then took out one that was going to be pink, just like Marshmallow. But it had white spots. “And I named this one Lucky Charm. Like the marshmallow cereal, because he looks like his mommy.” Tom grinned and put his cheek against the baby.

“What did you name the speckled one?” Star asked, reaching in to gently hold it.

“I didn’t.” Tom responded. “Any ideas?” He asked. Star perked up.

“Trail Mix!” She cried. The boys laughed. “Because he’s spotted with every color for a bunny I can think of! Blonde and brown and black and pink and umber! He’s a Trail Mix!” Star exclaimed, she held the bunny and put it in her pocket, so it peeked out.

“Is this one a boy or a girl?” Marco asked, taking out a brownish-red bunny, mostly red. And it had a darker and redder patch around its nose.

“She’s a girl.” Tom responded.

“Then how about Madame Rouge. Like the villain from the old Teen Titans series. I used to watch that all the time.” Marco laughed.

“That’s cute! I love it!” Star gushed. Tom nodded and patted the girl on the head.

“Our little villain!” Tom giggled. He reached into the box and took out a green rabbit. “Then we can name this one Beat Boy.” He giggled. Marco laughed and gave a thumbs-up. Tom grinned back at him and handed Star a very dark purple bunny, with little flecks of pastel purple on her back, while they coated her paws like she was wearing socks. And the tops of her ears were pink. “This one’s a girl, any ideas?” Tom asked.

“Violet is too cliche.” Star tilted her head. “But it does work.” She laughed.

“She… she kind of reminds me of Tom.” Marco squinted at the bunny.

“Oh my god! You’re right!” Star cried. “The pink on the head, like his hair, and the purple body. This bunny is Tom!” Star laughed. “Let’s name her Tammy!”

“Awwww! Little baby Tammy!” Marco grinned. “This cutie muffin!” He giggled and patted the bunny’s head with his finger. Star on the other hand, was still nuzzling and paying attention to the speckled rabbit.

“Uh, Star?” Tom asked, she looked up. “Well, eleven bunnies is a lot.” Tom began. “And you and Trail Mix seem to really like each other. How about in a few weeks, once the bunnies don’t need their mom, maybe you can take that one home.” He offered. Star’s face lit up.

“Really!?” She cried out. Tom nodded.

“Of course. I can’t take care of eleven rabbits.” He giggled. He then peered over at Marco, who was nuzzling the rabbit that reminded him of Tom. “And if you wanna take that one home it’d help me out too.” Tom tried.

“Well… I guess because they’re from the same litter we can keep them in the same pen.” Marco began. “And if we keep them in Star’s giant room, they can bounce around without the puppies bothering them. We just have to close the door.” He decided. Tammy then curled up on Marco’s lap and made little noises. “Oh look how cute she is!” Marco gushed. He then looked up at Tom and held the bunny up. “And she does resemble you…” He tilted his head and Tom laughed. “Okay! Let’s keep these two.” He agreed. “Tom, can you take care of nine bunnies?” Marco asked, concerned.

“I cleared out some room in the stable, they’ll be fine for a while. But if you know anyone who wants to adopt…” Tom then trailed off, looking at the box of bunnies. “They can tear them away from my cold dead hands.” he spoke, before pulling the box close.

The Island (part 4)

Apologies for the long absences between parts. I want to catch up with some other fics from other writers as well as writing more but my real life is very real and just a bit crazy. You’ll know when it gets less busy, you’ll see me post more!

Short update. Amelia’s POV is in italics.

1 - 2 - 3

We’ve been in London just over a week now. My job, the thing that dragged our asses out to the UK, is going particularly well if we look past how difficult Owen Hunt has made every meeting. My son loves it in the hotel, has revelled in the small snippets of time and attention his father has given him, and has even picked up the way everyone says ‘water’ here which is pretty cute. This city is immense and has everything we could possibly want or need.

“Christian, please,” I say down the phone to my unreliable ex. I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to break the news to Theo that his father is actually a piece of crap rather than the amazingly successful actor the six-year-old thinks he is. He’s successful enough for an actor, but can’t afford to turn down a bit of work to take his son swimming so… “You promised him.”

“Is he nearly here?” My son’s big brown eyes fill with excitement. Fuck.

“I know I have the day off but that doesn’t mean-… No! Look if you-… Ugh, fine,” I resign, hanging up the phone. Here it is: Theo, your father is a piece of crap. “Teddy, come here,” I gesture, opening my arms for Theo to fold into. “I’m really sorry but your Daddy had to go to work today so he can make sure he has enough money to take you swimming next week. So we’re going to have to do something instead. Just the two of us.”

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billions of years

Hey, so I instantly fell in love with immortal space girlfriends, and I couldn’t stop thinking about them so I wrote this. Can also be found here on AO3. Come yell at me after if you want :)

Words: ~3.7k

Pairing: Clara x Ashildr

“So, all of time and space at our fingertips,” Clara said, fiddling with some of the buttons on the TARDIS console. “Where do you want to go?”

Ashildr considered for a moment. “Probably not Earth. I’ve spent far too much time there.”

Clara nodded. “Planets then. Well, there’s an entire universe of them, so you’re in luck.”

“What about Barcelona?”

Clara was confused. “I thought you didn’t want to go to Earth.”

Ashildr laughed. “No, there’s a planet called Barcelona. Apparently they have dogs with no noses.”

“I see,” Clara smiled. “Are you telling me you want our first stop to be somewhere with lots of puppies?”

Ashildr titled her head to the side. “But puppies!”

“Oh no, I’m agreeing with you,” Clara grinned. “It’s just after all the time you’ve lived I didn’t expect your first request to be so…” she trailed off thoughtfully.

“So what?” Ashildr prompted, watching as Clara glided around the console, occasionally flipping a switch.

“So cute,” Clara said. “Puppies.”

“Most people’s weakness,” Ashildr explained, fighting down the blush on her cheeks. She was billions of years old, damnit; she would not be caught blushing simply because Clara had called her cute.

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Even If It Breaks In Two, A Heart Takes More To Fix Than Just Glue.

(I cannot find any more pictures of that adorable baby boy up there, so I’m just going to keep re-using it for now.)

Contains: Not going to lie, this is 99.99% all angst. Sorry guys. There will be a third part soon.

Part 2 to this
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(Spencer’s POV)

Spencer stood frozen, watching you and your son leave. His thoughts were racing and he felt nervous. “Kid.” Morgan tried pulling him out of his thoughts, touching his friends’ shoulder.

“A child. She has- Well, *we* have a child.” Spencer panicked, turning around with wide eyes and blurting everything out. “I don’t even know his name!” Spencer was desperate, feeling like his father, who had left him in most of his childhood. He detested that feeling.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. Let’s call Garcia, we’ll have her look into it, and so you can try and focus on the case okay?” Without letting the doctor answer he dialed his baby girl, smiling once he heard her voice.

“Hey doll-face ready to work some magic for me?” He asked, leading Spencer back over to the table to sit him down, and explain to the team what had happened since they only saw what went down. Of course, a table full of profilers had probably already figured it out.

“Challenge me you beautiful behavioral analyst.” Morgan chuckled, explaining what went down at the diner, making Garcia gasp. “Plot twisting all over the place. This sounds like a soap opera.”

“Yeah well, can you look into y/n, and see if maybe you can find out any information on the son. Reid’s freaking out.” Garcia told him she would get right on it, and to send her love and support to her friend.

They rest of the meal was served out in silence.

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(Your POV)

You didn’t trust Walter to sit in one of the booths, this restaurant being like a club, more for adults, and you didn’t want him getting hurt or taken away, so you were put in a tight spot. Luckily, you were just a hostess instead of a waitress, so you let Walter stay up front with all the coloring pages and crayons. The good thing about hostess-ing was that one of your co-workers would keep an eye on him in between serving tables for the ten seconds you would be gone showing customers to their tables and handing out menu’s.

Thursday nights were not too particularly busy, so you had a lot of time to spend with Walter. It was so adorable, watching him scribble little blobs, too be more precise, a tall blob and a tiny one, messy loops of brown and (y/h/c) color on the different blobs.

“Look mommy, its me an you!” Walter cried cheerfully, clapping his pudgy fingers together. You kissed his forehead and messed with his hair. “It’s always gonna be you and me little man. I’m never going to leave you.” He sighed happily and you wiggled your fingers down his chest, causing your little bundle of joy to erupt in a fit of giggles. “Mommy! Stop!” You peppered his face with kisses, heart melting. “What? Stop doing what?” You asked teasingly. You continued your ministrations, until you saw outside of the window stood Spencer, a hopeless look on his face. You stopped, standing up straighter, watching Spencer walk into the building, having been caught on your mother-son moment.

“Mr. Spwencer!” Walter’s face lit up and the person he recognized from this morning. It was amazing how toddlers had so much joy for complete strangers. Spencer smiled a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hi!’ he greeted his son gently, like a single word would be too fragile. "What’s your name?” He asked, although Garcia had told him all he needed to know.

“I’m Walter!” The four year old boasted proudly, and you wrapped your arms around him protectively. “What do you want?” You asked, tone icy. Spencer fumbled with his hands, gaze going from you to his feet. “May I talk to you in private?” You stared at him for a moment, but sighed, calling over Amanda to watch Walter. You pulled Spencer over to the corner, away from other patrons.

“What?” You whispered harshly, crossing your arms and staring up into his alluring ember irises, ignoring thoughts and memories from those few years ago when you two had fallen in love with each other.

“How come you never told me I had a son?” He asked, just as defensive, his façade from earlier in front of your child gone. You scoffed, narrowing your eyes. “How come you never answered my calls, or texts?” you defended. He was *not* going to make you the bad guy in this situation.

“You didn’t answer my question. I deserved to know that I had a son. I’m entitled to that right. Now when he asks, he’ll always wonder why I was gone.” You were taken back, eyes widening.

“What makes you think you’re going to tell him that you’re his father? What makes you think that two weeks of infatuation and one night of passion gives you that right? If I had told you, you would’ve forgotten about him just like you forgot about me, never mind your freaking eidetic memory. Maybe you would’ve sent a couple checks, been there for him being born, but you would’ve gone back to your house in Virginia, gotten a bunch-load of cases and then send some letters or call every once in a while, but you would’ve just stopped altogether, like you did with me.” Now it was him who was shocked.

“I would never to that to a child!”

“Unlike me?” You asked, eyes brimming with tears. “I obviously meant nothing to you. Everything I’ve every done was to keep Walter safe and protected. I didn’t want him to feel the pain and rejection that I did after you left. How foolish was I to think that you and I would’ve actually made it. I was so naïve back then.” You paused, clearing your throat to prevent any cracks in your voice. “And for your information I did try to tell you! You just got so busy I didn’t think you needed anything distracting you. You couldn’t handle a girlfriend let alone a child Spencer!” You snapped, realizing if you were any louder you would catch the restaurants attention.

“If you think I would hurt a baby like that, then you obviously don’t know me very well y/n.” At this you chuckled bitterly.

“I guess I don’t. If you would kindly leave, I have work to do, and a son to take care of. In the past years I’ve never asked anything of you, but I’m asking you this. Do not tell Walter who you are. I’m his mother, and I know what’s best.” You watched as your words finally sink into his brain and tore him down until he looked like you had just punched him several times in the face. Like a sad little puppy, you watched him go.

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“Mommy?” Walter asked from the backseat. “Are you alright?” You mentally cursed at yourself for kids being so observant. You wiped your eyes, making sure to steer evenly as you did so.

“Mommy’s just got something in her eye baby. I’m fine.” Walter nodded and gave you that smile that always made you melt in the rearview mirror. You pulled into your house, the stress of the day making you exhausted.

After unbuckling Walter, you got him into the bath, getting yourself soaked with his splashing, and then into his cute little green onesie, laying him on his bed. “Story!” Walter bounced on his big-boy bed, and you wondered how he could have so much energy without a nap.

“Which one honey?” You asked tiredly, turning to his bookshelf to grab whatever one he wanted. “Not a book mommy, tell me the story of daddy!” He asked and you cringed. Today was just the worst possible day for you. Nevertheless you curled your legs to lay down with Walter on his bed, and he cuddled up to you.

“Once upon a time there was a prince, who came riding into town on very important business. A young common girl, y/n, caught his eye, and they soon fell in love. Well, after two weeks, the prince had to go back to his kingdom. He didn’t want to leave the young girl, but he had his throne to attend to. They wrote each other letters and told each other how much they missed each other, until one day, the letters stopped. It happened that y/n was with a child, a beautiful boy, and she wrote to the prince eagerly telling him the exciting news, but he never answered back. He had become a king now, and was very busy. He thought of the young woman every day, but was prevented in getting to her due to his duties. He promised himself that one day he would come back to y/n and his son, doing everything in his power to return.” You stopped. This is usually the part of the story when Wally would ask the painful question “When will he come?” but it seemed, as you looked down, that Walter had fallen asleep. With a sigh, you kissed his forehead and tucked him in his blankets, shutting off his lights and finally going to bed.

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You had been ignoring calls from a mysterious number, afraid it was Spencer. What if he wanted to take Walter away from you? He probably had a better house and you already knew he had a better job. If he decided to go to court, they would surely take your son away from you. You continued your drive home with Walter, haven gone grocery shopping that night.

You were fortunate to have such a klutz of a boss that overstocked on staff, and since you had been working everyday for a month, you demanded at least the rest of the night off. Besides, it was almost 8:00, and that was Walter’s bedtime.

You heard your baby boy cough from the backseat, and you made sure to check the road before looking in the rearview mirror. “You okay Wally?” You called him by his nickname, your brows furrowing. “Honey you look a little rosy.”

“I’m fine mommy.” Walter gave you that smile that always made you melt. You nodded, but still felt something concerning. You were just about to turn your eyes back to the road, when the car in front of you was hit by a car coming from the left, pulling you and Walter along in the accident. You tried to put your body in front of Walter’s so that the glass shards wouldn’t hit him, but you blacked out before you could do so.

when the cat’s away, the mice will play

or at least a filtered version of a cute puppy will play, on an app you once fondly visited in your younger days

(in which Luke is trying to be responsible, but still very much himself)

it’s a moment of pure genius, he thinks. 

it’s a boys night in, and he is adamant that as he pushes you out of the door that everything will go to plan and that he’s bought enough to last them the full night. Sure, nothing should be nerve-wracking about staying home and watching the television, or moving through to the built in studio at the side of the house for a 3 hour jam session. 

But tonight Luke finds it best to be prepared for the most unpredictable of events.

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zaharryxo  asked:

Hello :) sorry if your not accepting prompts but if or when you do can you please do a angst fluff Zarry where they go to college and Zayn is all adorable and Harry is total opposite but the still some how make the relationship work in the end lol <3

Okay so I may have strayed a bit from your original request but I hope this will suffice! Mind you, I’m constantly learning when it comes to writing, so this probably won’t be very good.  Nevertheless, I present to you University!Zarry, an unconventional profession of love, a half naked boy, and for some utterly useless reason, geese. 

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