come to think of it, why wouldn’t someone with superman’s powers use them for physical comedy? like. buster keaton style. or dick van dyke. he is invulnerable and can fly, those are the perfect circumstances for a pratfall. half the time only he is aware that he is joking and he just looks like a clumsy asshole but he knows in his heart that the timing on that gag was perf. add this to my list of stupid fucking headcanons.

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Character design of some families in my comic.
I absolutely love designing families!! It’s fun to create characters out of a few basic prompts (family resemblances), while keeping them individual. How I do it is that I start with the base character, identify their features, and remix them in various ways for their relatives
(for the deCordobas, I started with Zeynel, who has eyelids that curve downwards, and a generally sensual (romantic?) look. Then I designed his parents - Efraim is the one with the downwards eyelids,the long face, and… well, he’s his son’s father. Zeyneb is the one who provided the dark eyes and the sensuality. Once I figured them out it’s easier to design the siblings, and move backwards to the previous generation.)

Anyway genetics is fun and wild.

Here are everyone’s silhouettes since I am a sucker for that kind of thing

Altean Lance

So, I have recently fallen in love with Sad Altean Lance;
King Alfor favors his first born child, Allura, not only due to the fact that she was the first child but also because of how much he seems himself in her. Allura always studies hard, has a speech prepared for every event, and is honestly just a great leader in general.
Then there’s Lance, who really does try, but can’t ever seem to keep focus during his classes, and loves to be around people but doesn’t like the attention just being on him (so speeches were a big no). He would rather be a follower, than a leader, which Alfor doesn’t like AT ALL.
Due to this, Alfor basically completely shuts Lance out, instead choosing to focus his attention on Allura.
King Alfor has new dresses tailored for her, has her favorite foods (foods that Lance hates) made for her every meal, and goes as far as saying she is his favorite child.
Now Lance is used to Alfor spoiling Allura, but he never goes as far as admitting favorites and this new information just shatters Lance’s poor little heart.
So he tries. He tries to pay attention in class, but is always distracted by something. He tries to write a speech, but Allura’s always outdo his own.
Lance hates giving up, he would rather go down swinging, but doesn’t know what to do to make Alfor look at him again, to look past Allura for once and finally treat him like his own son again.
Which is why, at the next event held, a party celebrating the new alliance between Galra and Altean, Lance flees with a lonely Galra named Keith, abandoning his princely duties, his family, everything he had; because he see’s himself in Keith.
It’s only after the party that Alfor notices Lance is gone (Allura noticed earlier but didn’t want to ruin the mood) and sends a servant to retrieve him. When the servant comes back without Lance is when Alfor feels worried.
Guards searched for days, and found nothing.
That’s when Alfor weeps, scared his son is dead, so upset with himself for just pushing Lance to the side; had he been a better Father, his son would still be with them.


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This is perfection. Please make a fic. 

Shit my kid says. Bible Edition.

actual conversation with Luke after visiting his class and finding out he learned about Jesus and Moses and stuff.

Pat - “So, you learned about the bible in school? Like, Moses, and Jesus.”
Luke - “Yes.”
Pat - “Did you like it? Learning about that, and about Jesus? Do you like Jesus?”
Luke - “I don’t know yet. I think I’m more Scottish than he is..”




Father's Day - Luke Hemmings

A/N: Okay so I’m really not happy with this, like at all, but I promised to write and this has taken me so long so here it is please don’t hate me I have another idea that’s going to be a series I think, anyways this is here, probs the shittiest I’ve written in a while so I’ll maybe delete it and redo it later for a proper Father’s Day one but I’ll stop and let you put yourselves through this if you dare ;)

You were lying cuddled into your pillows when your racing child thundered into your room at a speed that shouldn’t be run at considering the early hour unless you were one of those insane marathon runners. You faked sleep wondering if your little boy would calm down if he saw you sleeping rather than continue to race around. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him it was just that lately you’d been tired, not of him, but in general, Luke, your husband of five years had been away for almost two months and you were more than ready for him to come home. You missed him so much and you knew your little boy missed him enormously too.

‘Muma!’ He whisper shouted near your ear. 'Yes Jack?’ You’d asked whispering more gently. 'Are you awake?’ He asks and you open an eye carefully. At 4.36 am you didn’t want to be but you were. 'Yes sweet heart, I am, come cuddle with muma, go around to daddy’s side of the bed and crawl under the covers baby.’ You whisper an arm snaking out and ruffling his blonde hair gently, finger sweeping around to tap his little button nose so similar to Luke’s when he was a child. He smiles widely and skips around the bed to clamber up and in with you.

At age four he was by no means over cuddles, not so much in public but certainly at home he was his fathers son, cuddling at every chance. This was something you loved dearly and couldn’t have a day without, you knew you’d be heartbroken when he finally put free these cuddles.

The pair of you cuddled together for a little while, you drifted back off to sleep and eventually so did Jack. After what seemed like not a long time you were woken to a shaking little boy cuddled in so closely to you with his little hands fisted in Luke’s old t-shirt you were wearing. 'What’s happening sweet?’ You ask concerned. You pull him into you, arms around his tiny figure. 'Bad dreams muma, I keep having bad dreams.’ He’s very close to tears. You soothe him as best you can, rubbing circles on his little back. 'Do you want to talk about them?’ You ask wrapping your arms around him and rolling into your back so that he’s lying on top of you cuddled into your chest, you sit up peering down at his anxious face. 'Daddy is coming home isn’t he?’ He asks and you pull him forward kissing his curls, 'of course baby, he loves you so much, he’ll always come home for you my love always always.’ He doesn’t say anything but curls into you deeper and you reciprocate with a firm but gentle squeeze.

This keeps occurring, Jack will keep coming to you at different times during the night, worry etched on his little face. Every time you comfort him and let him sleep with you but despite this they keep coming, these dreams about never seeing Luke again, or Luke abandoning him. Every time you promise him he’ll be fine and that Luke would never leave him.

You can’t bear to tell Luke the extent of the nightmares, only that they keep happening never what they’re about, you don’t want Luke to worry more that he already does when he’s away from you and Jack. And you know the guilt will ruin Luke if he knows just how much Jack misses his dad.

When you begin to come down with a stomach virus later in the week, you send Jack to Luke’s parents place for a few days until you’re better, wanting to keep Jack from catching anything you’ve got. But Liz can’t help the little boy when he cries waking from a nightmare to find both his muma and his daddy not there. She stays up with him most of the night when he can’t get back to sleep, something you can’t thank her enough for, but to no avail.

The next day she brings him back thinking that being with his muma was better than not being sick. You thank her and she tells you to get a doctors appointment for you and your stomach. You’re feeling a little better as the day goes on but you’re still not right and after booking a doctors appointment, as Liz has requested, for the same afternoon you call Luke with Jack on your lap.

'Daddy!’ He cries out in excitement as the screen rings and rings and eventually rings out. He begins to cry just softly, and you turn him into you and let him cry until he’s done rubbing smooth circles up and down his back. He’s never been a loud crier, he just sits so terribly sadly on your lap and your heart breaks slowly watching him.

'He’s busy baby but we can ring him again this afternoon after we go to the doctors for muma yeah?’ You attempt to brighten the little boy who’s usually do cheerful up unsuccessfully. You can’t bear him like this. Despite your efforts he remains off kilter all of the afternoon.

That night trying to put jack to bed is near impossible. He’s crying and shaking and won’t let you go. It breaks your heart and so you just let him sleep with you from the beginning, you set him up in bed and shower while he settles. When you return he’s cuddled up on Luke’s pillow nearly asleep. You kiss his head gently before slipping into bed, exhausted from the day and the lack of sleep you’ve had recently. But before you sleep you send Luke’s your manager a message, its Father’s Day next weekend and you think going to visit Luke on tour as a surprise will do all of you good, Jack especially. You ask for details about what and where the boys will be and if he thinks you would be able to come for a few days.

You check your social media but end up falling asleep. Jack wakes up a few times during the night and you sooth him back to sleep again becoming gradually more concerned. The next morning you wake late, Jack is still sleeping worn out from his nightmares. You check your phone and find a message from the manager telling you not to worry about coming out, how the boys would be in the bus and not staying in hotels so it just wasn’t plausible. You were pretty annoyed but didn’t want to tell Luke your plans to just thanked him for trying anyways.

You manage to FaceTime Luke during the week, planning a time for another FaceTime for Father’s Day. This seems to cheer Jack up a little but he still has nightmares, the sadness coming back along with them.

Friday night arrives and you put jack to bed with you again, showering while he settles in again and again when you finish he’s pretty much asleep. This time you curl up cuddling him to you trying to protect the little boy from his demons in the night.

You awake to a warm kiss on your temple as Luke silently slides into bed across from you, his long arms encircling you and Jack. He kisses his little boy gently and you grin despite having just awoken. He leans across and brushes a hand down your hair softly. 'I’ve missed you so much my love, I wanted to surprise you and spend the weekend for fathers’s day it’s not a good way to spend such a special day alone.’ He says softly and you just want to feel his strong chest against yours, to be held in his strong arms. Instead you just gently lean across the sleeping little boy and kiss him as passionately as you can with a small child in the middle of you two. He reciprocates and you can’t help but grin again. Having Luke home is so surreal. 'Am I dreaming?’ You and and he chuckles softly. 'Babe it’s a little late to ask that, you’ve already kissed me, I’m totally real.’

Your feet find his large ones and tangle as much as they can. You want to desperately talk with him and cuddle into the early morning but you won’t jeopardise Jack’s sleep when he’s had so little lately. You point at Jack who begins to stir as if on cue. He starts to shake a little and clutches you. You wrap him in a strong embrace. 'Jack baby.’ You wake him gently before he can wake himself in tears. 'Muma, I thought I heard Daddy, he is coming home isn’t he? He hasn’t left?’ He says worry etched on his little face. 'Never Jacky boy, never never never.’ Luke says voice thick with emotion. Jack turns in your arms shock and disbelief on his face. 'Daddy?’ He asks and Luke wraps him in a strong embrace. 'Yeah Daddy’s here as he’s never going to leave you. Sometimes I have to work a lot and I’m sorry Jack, but I’ll always come home to you and muma.’ Luke says and you just want to hug him and save him from the guilt he’s feeling. You catch Luke’s hand gently bringing it to your lips kissing it softly and with adoration. He sends you a grateful look in return.

Jack falls back asleep cuddled against his dad the most peaceful he’s been in weeks. You can’t help but be happy with your two boys home and happy. You fall asleep with a massive grin on your face.

Saturday morning you all eat together happily, Luke says he can stay for the week but has to go back for the weekend and then another month. But after that he doesn’t have any tours planned and he’s thinking maybe a little break would be good. You smile happily before excusing yourself, not able to stomach the sweet pancakes Luke has made with Jack for breakfast. You leave Jack and Luke happily eating telling them you’re just going to lie down for a little while.

Luke is skeptical and concerned but doesn’t say anything to you about it. You end up bent over the toilet bowl emptying your stomach of last nights dinner, like you have so many mornings these past weeks. You hear Luke ask Jack to stay there and eat while he checks on you. 'You alright here little man?’ Luke asks and you hear Jack respond. 'Yes Daddy, mumas sick she’s been sick for two weeks now. She does this every morning.’ You hear him say making you cover your sweaty forehead with you shaking hands as you hear Luke thunder up the stairs. You attempt to stand and look decent but Luke is already there holding your hair back and rubbing your back as you dry heave. 'Oh baby, my love.’ He says and when you think you’re done he helps you stand and brush your teeth before letting you lean on him as he wraps you in a hug tightly. 'Let me put you in bed my love.’ He says carrying you to your bed and placing you gently in it before tugging the covers up. 'Go take Jack out and play or something I’m fine, you have to go soon just play with Jack I’ll be fine in a while.’ You tell him desperately hoping he won’t worry too much about you and that Jack will get to spend as much time as possible with his dad especially this weekend being Fathers’s Day.

'Baby, Jack said you’ve been like this for a while what’s wrong have you talked to a doctor?’ He asks clearly very worried for you. 'Yeah, I’m fine Luke go play with Jack, he’s missed you.’ You say kissing his cheek gently. 'Thank you for looking after me Luke.’ You add kissing his cheek again like a full stop. He hesitates but goes back downstairs to his little boy, but not before returning your kiss with a kiss of his own on your forehead. 'Baby if you need anything sing out and I’m going to come check on you every ten minutes I’m not leaving you alone like this I’m just worried about Jack alone in the kitchen.’ He reminds you and you giggle a little despite yourself at his over protective nature. 'Go Luke, I’m fine I’ll be alright later.’ You promise sending him away finally.

You manage to fall asleep for a while and wake up almost an hour later to your boys greeting you with tea and a gentle kiss from Luke. You sit up smiling at the kind nature of them both. 'Thanks boys, I’m so lucky aren’t I to have you two here with me.’ You say kissing Jack’s hair softly and pecking Luke’s lips before he can pull away not wanting to catch whatever you have. 'It’s okay babe you can’t catch it.’ You remark with a smile before sipping your tea. He just looks at you skeptically and slides into bed with you, Jack snuggled into his side.

You spend the day together, after lunch you feel good enough to go to the park and the three of you spend the afternoon there together.

That evening Jack is happy enough to sleep on his own bed for the first time in over a week. So you and Luke spend the evening together curled up on your bed talking about his tour and what’s been happening, all the good and the bad parts all the worries and the amazing moments. You love listening to him and you end up talking well into the next morning. At about twelve thirty you look up at him unable to contain yourself anymore. 'Luke, its Sunday morning.’ You say and he looks shocked, 'sorry babe sleep, you’re not well, you need your sleep.’ He says moving to turn the light off. 'No wait.’ You touch his arm stopping him from extending it to turn off the bedside light. 'It’s Father’s Day, and I’ve been so excited to tell you this and now I can. This is like my Father’s Day gift to you but it’s not really me it’s us anyway, Happy Fathers’s Day, you’re going to be a dad to another little hemmings.’ You blurt out taking in his shocked but delighted face and kiss him passionately when he can’t seem to say anything. In return he wraps his arms around you and holds you to him. 'I love you thank you I’m so excited thank you I love you.’ He rambles against your lips tears dripping down his face. 'Oh baby, don’t thank me, I didn’t do it alone, and it’s going to so much work but it’ll be worth it.’ You say and Luke nods along before running his big hands down your side and settling them on your ten week old baby. 'Hey baby, it’s your daddy and I love you very much, and I can’t wait to meet you.’ Luke says to your belly before lifting his shirt off your belly and kissing it gently. You giggle running a hand through his golden curls. 'I love you so much Happy Father’s Day, you’re the best Dad and i can’t wait to do this again with you.’ You say and he swipes at tears before kissing you expressing his love and adoration.

When Will Life Began - Chapter One: Edge of the Blade

Yes yes, starting a new one lol but is all because of @skdaks2 and all the wonderful Galra!Hunk created! It so cute and warm and I could just rave so much about it all.

So if you crave some Galra!Hunk and him as a Blade! Here ^^


Ao3 / FF.net

Zandu never would image how many turns and twists his life would take in such a short time. Especially since he crash on this backwater planet. To actually land on world were Zarkon and his Empire hadn’t reach seem like a dream. But to avoid one of the general’s cruiser, he fell here on Terra or as the locals called it ‘Earth’

Cute name.

And even cuter locals.

Within two ‘years’ of their planet’s rotation, Zanbu is ready to return back home after repairing his ship. Except now he would be carrying two more passengers on the trip home and back to join the fight.

It had been a long time coming.

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“I remember praying with your father over his father’s body,” Jon Arryn said to Stannis.

“You saved his life, Father told us.” That day in the Stepstones, the day Ormund Baratheon lost his life in battle and Steffon Baratheon became Lord of Storm’s End, had been the beginning of the close bond between Steffon and Jon Arryn.

“Nothing so remarkable as that. I did not save your father’s life. I merely reminded him that it was his duty to his people to stay alive, that the stormlands could not afford to lose two Lords Baratheon in one day. ”

“He wanted to avenge his father’s death. He wanted to kill Maelys the Monstrous with his own hands.”

Jon Arryn nodded. “Like any son would. But your father knew that he had to put duty before desire.”

Duty before desire. Steffon Baratheon had drummed that same lesson to his sons, though not always so successfully with his eldest. “It is easy for you, Stannis. Doing your duty comes so easily to you because you do not have any desire at all,” Robert often remarked, contemptuously, when his own conduct came under criticism from their lord father. “It is not even a matter of choice for you.”

Oh but Robert was wrong. How Stannis fiercely desired to avenge the death of his father and mother. But there was no Maelys the Monstrous-like figure to slay, unless you counted the sea and the storm.

Nature is not cruel, Stannis, his father once said, it is merely indifferent. Indifferent to the travails and sufferings of humans. Indifferent to the grief and the wrath of orphans.

The king, then. The king who commanded Lord Steffon and Lady Cassana to sail to Volantis because no bride from Westeros was deemed grand enough for his son, the son he did not even particularly liked or cared about.

But no, not even a king could command the elements, could command nature.

You should not have gone, a small voice, almost unrecognizable as his own, whispered in his head. You should not have gone to Volantis, Father. You had misgivings. Mother had even more misgivings. You should have heeded those misgivings, hers and your own. You should have … you should … you -

How could you leave us? How could you leave your sons and take their mother with you?

He shook his head, violently, trying to dislodge that treacherous, treacherous thought from his head. How could he blame the dead? How could he blame his father? What kind of son would that make him? His father would never have blamed his own father for dying at the hands of Maelys the Monstrous. His father would never … would he … no, he would never -

Stannis looked up to see Jon Arryn staring at his face, intently. “What did my father pray for, when he was praying over his father’s dead body?” Stannis asked, when what he really wanted to know was, Did he ever blame his own father for dying too soon, for leaving him when he was far too young?

“Your father prayed that he would grow to be as good a man as his father. As good a man, as wise a lord, and as loving a father,” Jon Arryn replied.

The prayer of a good son, Stannis thought. A good son who would never dream of blaming his father, or mother, for leaving him too soon.

“Would you like me to pray with you, Stannis? Pray for your mother and father,” Jon Arryn offered, extending his hand to Stannis the way he must have extended that same hand to Stannis’ father eighteen years ago.

The father had taken the hand Jon Arryn offered with gratitude. The son, this son, he recoiled and turned away.

Clearing his throat, Jon Arryn said, awkwardly, “Forgive my presumption, lad. I’m sure … with your great-uncle, you have prayed -”

“I am done with prayers,” Stannis interrupted. “I prayed unceasingly on the parapet, and it made no difference at all.”

“The ways of the gods -”

“- are mysterious to us mere mortals. I know. Our septon has been repeating that by rote. It is no mystery I wish to ponder, Lord Arryn.”

Here, he thought, was finally the deserving Maelys the Monstrous-like figure for him to hate. To blame. To direct his wrath and his ire. Nature might be indifferent, but the gods, the gods were downright cruel.

anonymous asked:

Oml i love the badboy au parents pls do more interactions iM SCR E AMING

Okay but I’m Say Yes to the Dress is on right now and for some reason, i got really inspired. Like for the Bad Boy Taehyung Au, a few years into the future, Taehyung knows Yoongi is the love of his life and there will never be anyone else he wants so he decides to propose. The only major problem though is that he wants to make sure both of Yoongi’s parents support them. It’s honestly the biggest deal for him, almost to the point where he won’t propose if one of them says no.

Yoongi’s brother actually laughs when Taehyung tells him this.

“You know my brother loves you right? He’d still marry you no matter what our parents said.”

Taehyung DOES know that. The younger has no doubt Yoongi would quickly jump into his car and drive all the way down to Las Vegas for a shotgun wedding if Taehyung asked him, but that’s not the point. The point is Taehyung’s own parents aren’t really the best, they don’t hit him or abuse him but they do tend to ignore him and toss money to leave them alone, and he wants to make sure Yoongi has the support he doesn’t at such a huge time. Especially because they are still so young for something so huge.

“I know, but this is important.” Taehyung softly smiles.

Mrs. Min takes the news of him wanting to propose almost exactly like Taehyung thought she would; loudly and happy. The lady right from the start, back when he and Yoongi were only in that in-between place of fuck buddies and boyfriends, had welcomed him pretty openly. Of course, she hated the way he was covered in tattoos, she made it known well enough that Taehyung was like another son to her already but those fucking tattoos were just annoying. It’s kind of the reason why he picked telling her first.

“Hey Mrs. Min,” Taehyung smiles softly as the woman turns to look at him from her spot at the stove. “Can we talk about something?”

She nods and Taehyung can see the way she smiles at the turtleneck sweater he decided to wear to cover the ink on his skin.

“What is it, baby? Are you having troubles at work again? You know Min mama can go down there and kick some asses again.”

The words pull a loud laugh from Taehyung. He feels the familiar warmth in the pit of his stomach he only felt around the woman whenever she referred to him with a term of endearment as she did her own sons, it really made him appreciate the women in a way he never had his own mother. Especially when she stood up for him in ways his own parents didn’t.

“No No,” Taehyung shakes his head reassuringly. “It’s nothing like that. Actually, i wanted to… well, I wanted to talk to you about asking Yoongi to marry me.”

For a moment the entire kitchen is silent. Taehyung swears he can feel his entire life flash before his eyes as he looks at Yoongi’s mother with a look of hope and fear mixed together. It all melts away when the woman breaks into the biggest grins he’s ever seen her wear before she jumps up and down clapping. He doesn’t even get the chance to say anything, Mrs. Min roughly pulls him into her arms and squishes him as close as she can to herself as a few tears leave her eyes.

It’s a moment he’s never really had and his own eyes fill with unshed tears as well.

“My sweet Taehyunggie, of course, you can marry Yoonie!” The women sniffles. “I already think of you as my own son there’s no way I would ever not let you marry Yoongi.”

They sit together in the kitchen, holding each other and crying until Yoongi returns home from his college classes and raises an eyebrow at them. Taehyung laughs and gently pulls himself away from Yoongi’s mom.

“We were just uh crying…. because we were… chopping onions.”

Talking to Mr. Min about wanting to propose to Yoongi is a whole other story.  

Sure, their relationship as boyfriend and father of boyfriend’s boyfriend has improved over the years Taehyung’s been dating Yoongi but the younger is still scared to talk to the elder man about something like marriage. He doesn’t think Yoongi’s father will shut him out completely, he knows Yoongi’s father loves his son and would never do anything to disturb Yoongi’s happiness, more so, Taehyung is afraid that he isn’t enough to ask for Yoongi’s hand in marriage.

Mr. Min has never said it out loud but Taehyung knows the man thinks he isn’t good enough to take care of Yoongi.

Taehyung can’t really say he blames him for thinking that way when the elder has had to make several trips to the Daegu police station to bail him out of jail over the years they’ve known each other. Though it’s been a while since Taehyung’s gotten in trouble with the law, thanks to Yoongi’s constant ass kickings and lectures to get him to behave, Taehyung’s past is something that he can’t really forget. He was a little shit, he did break into homes and steal money, he did constantly spray paint walls for fun and get into bar fights. All those things were more than enough for Yoongi’s father to not want him to marry his son.

“Uh, Sir,” Taehyung gulps as he knocks on Mr. Min’s office door. “I would like to talk to you about something if you have time.”

Yoongi’s father raises an eyebrow at him from his desk.

“Shouldn’t you be in class right now, Taehyung?”

It’s true, Taehyung was skipping his own college classes to come down to his boyfriend’s father’s office but he figured the elder wouldn’t notice. Of course, he was wrong.

“Well but it’s kind of important.”

Mr. Min motions for Taehyung to sit down and the boy does so, though it’s slowly and his movements jerk with fear.

“I wanted to ask… well… if you would let me ask your son to marry me.” Taehyung takes in a shaky breath before locking eyes with the man that stares at him with an unreadable expression. “I know I’m not good enough for him, I know that I fucked up a lot in the past and you’ve had to deal with me at times when you shouldn’t have too and I know you wish Yoongi would have ended up with some accountant or doctor and not some tattoo artist but i-”

“Taehyung please.”

Mr. Min sighs and lets the papers he’d been holding fall to the desk in front of him. The man looks tired as if he’s been thinking too much about something important and for a moment Taehyung fears the man will just tell him to shut the fuck up and leave. For a moment Taehyung thinks he’s never going to get the man’s blessing.

“I think you misunderstand me.” The man smiles softly. “There was a time when I thought my son was too good for you. I thought you were just some thug covered in tattoos and piercings that would lead Yoongi into a bad reputation and ruin his future.”

Taehyung sags in his seat sadly.

“But- but then I saw how you took care of him. I saw how you fought for my son and protected him. I saw how you were the first one to hold him when he was unhappy and were the first to cheer for him when he talked about his dreams and I realized something.” Taehyung’s eyes widen as Mr. Min stands and pulls him into a hug. “You are indeed a little shit but you are a good man for Yoongi and I am happy you want to marry him, you have my blessing.”

Taehyung again spends almost an hour crying, this time in his car as he thinks back to the first time he met Yoongi’s father and the man pretended to not approve of him as a test.

Taehyung cries as he holds a box in his hands with a golden ring sitting snug in the middle of it and thinks about Yoongi, his soon to be fiance he was crazy in love with.

DON'T TAKE THE GIRL. (Dean x Reader)

John Winchester remembers the day he first met Mary. He was 8 years old and his dad was taking him fishing when a little girl came at the front gate with a fishing pole.

The little boy’s heart was racing, and he couldn’t stop smiling at the little girl in front of him.

John didn’t want to leave the girl behind, but he remembers the word of his father “Son, I know you don’t want her to go. But someday you’ll change your mind”

John didn’t care what his father said. He didn’t want her to go, he wanted to go fishing with her. So John said the only thing his dad wanted to hear.

“Take Jimmy Johnson. Take Tommy Thompson. Take my best friend, Bo. Take anybody that you want as long as she doesn’t go. Take any boy in the world. Daddy please, don’t take the girl”

This time this was a different boy and a different girl.

John and Mary’s son, Dean Winchester, twenty years down the road, he held her tight as he kissed her lips, showing her all the love he has for her.

A stranger came and pulled out a gun and grabbed her by the arm then said: “If you do what I tell you to, there won’t be any harm.”

Dean didn’t have to think this through, he’d give anything to have her safe and sound in his arms, so he sais “ Take my money, take my wallet, take my credit cards. Here’s the watch that my dad gave me, here’s the key to my car. Mister give it a whirl. But please, don’t take the girl.”

Same old boy with his brother and same sweet girl. Five years down the road. There is gonna be a little one coming to this world, and she says it’s time to go.

Dean will remember this day for the rest of his life.

The doctor says “The baby’s fine but you’ll have to leave, ‘cause his momma’s fading fast.”

Sam watched his brother Dean hitting his knees and paying.

“Take the very breath you gave me. Take the heart from my chest. I’ll gladly take her place if you’ll let me. Make this my last request. Take me out of this world. God, please don’t take the girl.”

Johnny’s daddy, Dean, was taking him fishing when he was eight years old, telling him how his mother was a beautiful and wonderful woman and how much he loved her.

Four years, five months

A/N: So… do you remember how I said I was going to try to make this things shorter? Well… I did try, but I just couldn’t. I’ll just finish Law (AND I HOPE THIS TIME IS A SHORTER ONE), and then I’ll be posting the rest of the reactions! I hope you’re enjoying these! 

Katsumi - Win over the Sea. (We’ve got Luffy in this one!)

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“So you want me to give up my dream!”

“That’s not it!” You yell and soon enough the rest of the crew are looking at you both from different parts of the Sunny.

“Then what is it?!”, Luffy yells back, not minding in causing a scene in front of everyone.

“It’s that you can get hurt, Luffy!”, you try to explain. “You always make me worry sick and I know how strong you are and how capable you are to do the things you do”, you look at him in the eyes. “And I promised you that I’ll make you the King with everyone else, but sometimes you’re out of control!”

“That’s how I am!”, he fights back. “I don’t understand why you get so worried! I’m not gonna die!”

“What do you mean why?! You’re my captain, Luffy! I worry for my captain. And you also are my lover, for the love of God! What do you expect me to do!”

“The rest of my friends aren’t like you, [Name]! They don’t keep bothering me about how dangerous is something or how scared they were! I wish you just stop being so annoying! If me being your lover makes you act different than the othersthen I don’t want to be anymore!”,


Luffy…”, someone from the crew mumbles, and you think it is Ussop.

“I don’t want you to be your lover anymore! And I don’t want you in this ship anymore!”, you widen your eyes not believing his words.

Luffy’s exasperated expression had always made you laugh, maybe because it had never been directed at you… but now, with his eyes looking straight at your soul and no hesitation in his words, really made you want to cry, a few tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Luffy!”, Nami hisses and Luffy looks at her.

“If [Name] doesn’t like how I do my things, then she can leave”, he looks back at you. A hostile tone on his voice that was enough to shut you up completely if you were about to say something else.

Was he really saying all of this? He’s angry at you because you are worried about his well being? You’ve never had a fight before. At least not this serious. He literally told you- oh. You need to leave. You need to leave this ship, you need to leave your friends. You need to leave your lover… You have to leave now.

Luffy looks slightly aware of his words just now. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, trying to say something, but the words wouldn’t reach his tongue. And now he’s looking at you with pleading eyes. Waiting for you to say something. Hoping for you to say something else so he can fix his mistake.

“Roger that, Captain”, you finally say, nodding your head as you spin around, leading to your quarters to pick up a few things.

“[Na-”, you don’t stop to hear anything else and you walk pass everyone’s eyes.

“Luffy!!! What was that?!!!”, Nami heats him in the head but he can’t stop looking at the direction you just left.

“I don’t know”


Katsumi’s hysterical giggles made your heart fill with love as you playfully pinched his little sides and he wiggled around in your lap; his cheeks were slightly red from the laughing, and he was making some funny noises with his nose. You stopped your playful assault and smiled down at him. 

“Mama!”, he giggled, sitting up and cupping your cheeks between his little hands. “Let’s play hide and seek now, yes?!”, he jumped off you and into the sand, his little bare feet leaving little marks.

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AU where whenever your parent dies, you inherit their memories. Memories are passed down through generations, from mother to daughter and from father to son.

Imagine a daughter who has become estranged from her parents, and hasn’t contacted them in years, suddenly getting a rush of new memories and realising that her mother is dead.

Imagine a son who has always resented his father who disappeared before he was even born, getting new memories when his dad died, and realising that he didn’t leave by choice, but was forced to abandon his unborn son.

Imagine a young orphan, having to deal with traumatic memories in their childhood that would be too much for most adults to bear.

Imagine a the daughter of a serial killer’s victim, haunted by the face of her mother’s murderer, ever remembering the final moments of her Mum’s life.

Imagine a man suddenly receiving a rush of new memories, even though the man he thought was his father is sitting right next to him.

A girl who grew up with no idea who her parents were, finally getting her mother’s memories and setting out to find her father.

A son finding out that his Dad had another family, and another life.

A daughter realising that her beloved Mum was secretly a killer.

A man who receives no new memories when his supposed father dies. Did he fake his death? Or was he never really his father at all?

Sons and daughters discovering secrets about their parents that were meant to stay secret; finally finding out why their father was so afraid of water, or why their mother flinches every time she sees a blade; seeing arguments from their childhoods from a completely different perspective; remembering the lives of their ancestors, who died hundreds of years ago, as if they were only yesterday.

Our memories shape who we are. How much would it change us, to feel as if we had lived the lives of our predecessors? Would we act differently, if we knew that one day, our children would know everything we had ever thought, felt, said, or done?

This AU is fascinating, and I love it.

Characters: Logan
  • He is a very, very minor noble, who is serving in the palace. He is basically a clerk, copying tax records from outlying towns and trying to steal away free time to raid the palace library.

  • Being relatively unimportant, he doesn’t attend court functions and never sees anyone too high up in ranking, but he’s learned all of the court etiquette backwards and forwards to keep from insulting some knight or baron from the outskirts of the kingdom, as he knows–from his own family–that the more insignificant the noble, the more touchy they are about rank.

  • He’d be perfectly content to spend the rest of his life in the palace library, reading and studying and maybe writing a few books of his own. He actually wishes he could have gone to a monastery–he’s not really devoted to any of the Gods, but they have extensive libraries and are places to study–or a university. But he’s his father’s only son and so had to serve the crown in some capacity.

  • He couldn’t do so as a knight, as a childhood illness left his legs too weak. He wears long metal and leather leg braces on both legs and uses crutches. His father is incredibly disappointed over this, having wanted his son to be a warrior like him.

  • Logan, however, mostly considers it a blessing. He wasn’t particularly interested in being a knight–he’ll admit, if pressed, that combat and strategy are interesting enough, but he’d rather study them than participate–and it gave him an excuse to sit inside and read.

  • He has since childhood mostly ignored his body, so is weaker than he likely could be. He considers his body and its needs mostly a distraction, and doesn’t think about them more than absolutely necessary.

  • All of this makes him think everyone is INSANE for suggesting he could ride a dragon. While he was one of the children born the day the Sovereign egg was laid and had his chance touching it, that was before he fell ill and his legs became weak.

  • He can’t believe it when the Seekers chose him as a candidate for the latest clutch. Right up until Kavi imprints on him, he’s trying to argue his way out of it. But as soon as she hatches and his eyes meet hers, he’s a goner.

  • After that, his worry turns to not being worthy of her, of not being able to know enough, to train well enough, to be enough. But he has the others to help him, and he comes into his own eventually.
A Soft Epilogue

Cullen Appreciation Week | Day 3: “Everything feels like it was worth fighting for.” - Cullen post-game

Cullen welcomes his children into the world. Cullen x f!Lavellan. 


The first time, Cullen had been a wreck. Both he had Eilidh had been, neither knowing entirely what to expect and fearing everything that might go wrong. 

Despite the protests of the midwife Cullen had remained with his wife the entire time, and by the end he felt he would rather have faced an entire legion of Red Templars alone than go through childbirth himself. But when his son’s first, high-pitched wails filled the room, his heart stopped and the air left his lungs. 

The midwife brought him over, still sticky with blood and the birthing fluid, and Cullen marvelled at the perfection of this tiny creature that was made of his and Eilidh’s own flesh and bone; from the wispy thatch of dark hair, to the shell-like ears and nose, the lips that crumpled as he cried and the impossibly small fingers curled into defiant fists. He was small, and squashed and wrinkled, and everything about him was magnificent and flawless.

With one faintly trembling hand, Cullen reached out and lightly, tenderly, touched the tip of one finger to the baby’s cheek. Immediately he quietened, and blinked his large, round eyes open to stare up at him. And Cullen was claimed, body and soul, and he knew he would walk through the fires of the Black City itself to keep his son safe. 

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anonymous asked:

I apologize if this question has been asked but what father-son issues did Draco and Scorpius have even before Astoria died? Thanks!

My thoughts: 

Scorpius, a kind, gentle soul, had worries about the fact that Draco had been a Death Eater. The scene in the Voldemort AR in which he says,

 “The “Mudblood” death camps, the torture, the burning alive of those that oppose him. How much of that is you? Mum always told me that you were a better man than I could see, but this is what you really are, isn’t it? A murderer, a torturer, a—”

In my opinion, that’s Scorpius stating his deepest fears about his father. Draco’s legacy come back to haunt his son, in a similar way that Harry’s legacy haunts Albus. 

“I got his nose, his hair, and his name. Not that that’s a great thing. I mean, father-son issues — I have them.”

and then:

“The Malfoys. The family you can always rely on to make the world a murkier place.“

Scorpius isn’t referring to his mother in that statement. 

(Sometimes I think about how the play follows Harry and Draco and their sons on parallel journeys and I just can’t contain how happy that makes me. I completely understand why people would have liked a more golden trio centred story, but given the heart of the play is exploring how the past impacts the characters’ presents, this makes so much sense. Characters who were on opposite sides of the war, the different issues they face as adults.)

More of my personal thoughts: Draco’s father was Lucius Malfoy. While Lucius clearly loved Draco, he was a strict and sometimes dismissively critical father (as we see in Borgin and Burke’s, when he muses that Draco might become nothing more than a thief if his marks don’t improve). I don’t imagine that Draco is used to expressing affection openly. He, like his own father, loves his son very much, but I think he wasn’t entirely sure how to show it, given his lack of example growing up. Scorpius doesn’t seem like a child who is used to physical affection or being hugged, based on his reactions to Albus (and his behaviour later on in Godric’s Hollow).

So, I think that Scorpius worried that his father wasn’t a good person deep down and also had a hard time establishing emotional intimacy with him. Through the course of the story, he and Draco overcome those issues. And it’s a beautiful, beautiful thing. :D

Malec Parenting: Do you want me to leave?

AKA: #1 on the list.

Malec Parenting Master List

Magnus wished he was the perfect father his sons deserved, and he wished that he and Alec never fought, but that wasn’t the case. They had just had one of their rare arguments. This one was about Rafe, and how they should go about educating him, now that he was fluent in English and roughly where his mundane peers would be in other subjects.

Magnus did not want his little boy to be handed over to the Shadowhunters so young. He understood that their training was important, but he could not fight the feeling that knowing about the world in which he was living was important too.

He and Alec had both gotten on edge, as some of their ingrained prejudices shined through during the argument. Alec was still in their bedroom, while Magnus was going to check on the boys. They both needed space to calm down.

He opened Rafe’s door. The little boy had out a backpack they had gotten him and was stuffing clothes and toys into it. Magnus chuckled, “What are you doing, Rafe?”

“Packing.” Rafe said, his voice serious and he did not look up at Magnus.

“Why are you packing?” Magnus asked stepping into the room and kneeling next to the backpack.

Rafe looked up at him finally with tears in his eyes, “Do you want me to leave?”

Magnus had the boy clutched to his chest before Rafael had finished his question. “No. We could never want you to leave. We love you so much.”

Rafe was shaking slightly in his arms. “B-b-but y-you were ar-arguing about m-m-m-me.” He cried.

Magnus sighed, “We didn’t mean to get angry, or for you to hear that.” He pulled away from Rafael. “We both love you very much and a little argument is not going to change that. We would never want you to go.” He looked straight into Rafael’s eyes, who nodded.

He then pulled Rafael back into a hug, and rocked him until he fell asleep.

Magnus knocked on the door to his bedroom. Alec opened the door. “You don’t have to knock on your own bedroom door.”

Magnus smiled, “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t need more time.”

Alec stroked his cheek. “Sometimes I forget that you have so much more experience than I do.”

Magnus snorted. “That experience says to allow for change, which I wasn’t doing.” Alec brightened. “But I don’t think the two of us can resolve this ourselves.”

Alec looked down and nodded, “What do you think we should do. He needs to be around more people.”

“I think.” Magnus said slowly. “That we should let him choose.” Alec’s eyes widened. “From a few options that we agree upon.”

Alec smiled and drew Magnus into a hug, “I think we can work with that.”

Yes this comes just before the one where Rafe chooses to go to school.

Hateful Attraction (robb stark x reader)

requests: Hey I love your imagines! Can you please do another Robb one where him and the reader are arranged marriage and they both hate each other and bicker constantly but then they fall for each other??

omg I loved your Robb imagine. Can I request one where the reader and Robb are betrothed but they don’t get along because she’s a Lannister and he wanted to marry someone else but then he like sees how kind she is and that she’s not like the other Lannisters?

a/n: so I thought these two requests would be good if I combined them since they’re very similar so to the two anons who requested, I hope you like it! and I also made up the character Ansell Lannister for the purpose of the story. Enjoy!! :) 

pairing: robb stark x reader

(omg just look at him, he is literally my world)

Marriage had once, long ago seemed like a dream to you. 

When you were but a mere nine years old you had attended your first wedding, had seen your oldest cousin married to a Lady of the South, had worn a rather uncomfortable dress and had sat at the table with your beloved uncle Tyrion, the youngest brother of your father Ansell and who was probably your favourite of all your Lannister relatives. 

You had sat and listened to him spew drunken tales about battles and dragons, his slurred sarcastic words seeming like magic to you then. 

After that you had attended them quite frequently, a high born girl like yourself, along with your parents were invited to them every time a Lord or Lady were to be wed and each time never failed to excite you. 

To a thirteen year old, seeing the bride in her embroidered gown and headpiece seemed like witnessing a princess step from the pages of a tattered fairytale and listening to the vows made your heart swell, making you hope that one day you’d say them to the man that you loved. 

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