her laugh at the end!

Just played with the cutest McCree and Hanzo players duo who were really communicative and sweet, and at one point stayed for a bit in spawn bc they were putting up matching sprays. ;3;

In the first game, since there was also a Tracer in the team, i decided to go as Zarya to help ult combo. The McCree was really cool and kept saying hi to me, and at one point…..we High Noon/Graviton Surged. Everyone all hoped that was gonna be POTG, but it turned out the Tracer’s solo pulse bomb took the cake (which was really well timed and fitting, as her highlight was her laughing at our collective pain fvgcvbbn).

When the map switched, we ended up all staying on the same team. This time tho i went McCree and they went Zarya. They were super excited at that prospect and kept shielding me. We ended up comboing again, and this time i got POTG….although i died in it lol. But it was cool that we both ended up achieving our initial goal. ;w;

Mom Adopts a “Dog”

So y’all keep blowing up my notes with the various Family Lore stories I’ve been telling, so I guess I should tell one on my parents now.

My Mother’s Father was part of the United Auto Worker’s Union, and during the 50′s and 60′s, was on strike a lot. My point is, grandpa got himself an entirely deserved reputation for being a sucker who loved animals, so people would dump thier pets on him. Hence, my mother grew up in a house with pets such as Picket the one-eyed tomcat, Tweety the Bald canary, Dummy the cat, Stupid Son of Dummy, Spooky Garbage Dog and Chiquita the Tarantula.  Eventually Grandma put her foot down when Grandpa brought home Gerta the Saint Bernard.

I say all this because it provides some context for how the following occured.

Mom and Dad had just moved in together (my parents dated for six years and were engaged for 13 days, driving everyone on both sides insane), and unfortunately, My mother’s German Shepherd, Cops, has just passed away due to bone cancer.  After mourning for a bit, Mom and Dad decided to get a dog together, as a couple.  

For context, my father had never owned a dog in his life.  His mother had ‘Pretty Bird” the budgie as a child but parrots are alien life forms, not pets.

So they go to the Palo Alto Animal shelter to adopt.  The year was 1987, and at the time, Palo Alto was… not a great place.  Lots of drugs, gangs and poor civic managment.  Mom told me that she learned to identify different types of gunfire while living there. They get there, and mom explains that she’s always had a preference for Big Dogs, and the guy’s face lights up.  Oh Yes, he says, We have a Big Dog.  For expirienced owners, yep, adoptable today, here we’ll give you a discount even-

Somehow my parents were not suspicious about this.

They were shown to the Animal in question, a Gorgeous blue-sable beastie with pretty golden eyes who immediately pressed herself against the fence and gave them the best PUH-LEEEEEEASE TAKE ME HOME puppy eyes 100lbs of canine can do.  Mom and Dad fall in love instantly.  They sign all the paperwork and take her home for $10, and name her “Mazel” as in “Mazel Tov.”

Within the hour, it becomes clear that something is amiss.

Cops had lived with his kibble stored in a plastic garbage can in the garage for six years without incident.  Mazel figured out how to open doors and got the locking lid off the can in six minutes, horking down about four pounds of the stuff before my mother notices that it’s been weirdly quiet.  Most dogs bark at or chase squirrels.  Mazel stalked and caught one the second day, presenting it to my mother like an offering.  Mazel knew all her commands but would clearly stop to consider before obeying, and trained my dad to give her good treats within a week.  The locks on the side-yard gate were undone, and she took a stroll around the neighborhood, but always retuned home for dinner.

After a week of gradually realizing that Mazel was smarter than most of the professors my mom worked with, they took her to the Vet for a routine checkup.

Dr. Hamada walked into the exam room, dropped the clip-board and said “Where the HELL did you get a Wolf?”

After a bit of prodding and a very-angry-dr.hamada-calling-the-pound, they determined Mazel was a high-content hybrid, probably with a husky, but was going to be a lil shit her entire life.  OK, said Hamada, I don’t like destroying animals and you’ve got a lot of expirience with dogs, so I’m okay with letting you keep her, but you should keep her away from small children because her Prey Drive could kick in.

Two years later, mom got pregnant with me.

Mazel noticed instantly, and reacted by digging a large hole in the yard and catching even more squirrels for mom, because she needed the protein or something.  That what you do when the Alpha Bitch is preggers, right?  Dig a den and ply her with food?  On the advice of my grandmother, my mom stayed overnight at the hospital once I was delivered, and dad went home with a shirt that had moms and my scent on it.  Mazel spent the whole night puzzling over it.

The next morning, when mom came home with me, there was the sudden and instantaneous recognition of PUPPY!!!!!! :D:D:D!!!!! PUUUUUUUPPY!!!!!!  and Mazel turned into the most aggressively maternal being I’ve ever met.  Playing with me on the blanket, sitting under my chair at meals (I was a messy eater), sleeping under my crib, teaching me to walk by letting me hang onto her fur and shuffle around.

Dr. Hamada thought mom was a madwoman, until he saw me holding Mazel’s mouth open and sticking my face in so i could look at her teeth.  He gave up when my mom announced she was pregnant with my sister.

I’m making living with a Wolfdog sound awesome, but it did come with some drawbacks:

  • Mazel did have to be muzzled at the vets, because she had Opinions about having things stuck up her butt.
  • HAIR.  One of my chores growing up was to brush her out every week and I’d frequently end up with more hair than animal.
  • the only way we could reliably get her to stay in the yard was with an overhead tether with a STEEL cable, which she chewed through anyway.
  • Do you like waking up by being hit in the face with half a dead animal? No? Wolfdogs may not be for you.
  • More than capable of opening the fridge and eating everything if you’re not watching
  • Will get into everything if not otherwise occupied.  Including eating your tax forms.
  • Howls along with sirens at 4 AM.

PROS of growing up with a wolfdog, as a small child in the 90′s

  • I was afforded a degree of freedom normally associated with a pokemon trianer. It was no big deal for me and my sister to walk three miles through my not-really-good neighborhood to the Froyo if I took Mazel with us. People tended to leave us alone when we had 100lbs of overprotective Apex Predator following us around.
  • WINNING at Pet Day at school.  There wasn’t actually a compettion but Billy’s hamster sucks in comparison to an animal that is perfectly willing to demonstrate how she can snap an oak branch in half on command.
  • PTA moms losing their shit because Mazel would walk down the block by herself to come pick ups up from school.
  • Grew up associating the word “Bitch” with teeth and the willingness to rip an asshole’s face off for being rude.  Never changed the definition.
  • Learned the I-Own-This Strut and Murder-Stare from the absolute best.

When she was 17, Mom and Dad decided to add another room on to the house.  They rigged up the overhead tether so she could be outside but not underfoot for the contruction guys.  One morning, mom came out to notice them all milling in the side yard entrance, muttering worriedly.  When mom asked what was wrong, one of them explained that Carlos forgot to bring the Hamburger.  What do you need a hamburger for?  Asked mom, and they pointed down the side yard to where Mazel was sitting, doing her best Viscious Alpha Bitch Stare.

Apparently they’d never realized that she was on the VERY end of her tether there and couldn’t actually get to them, and had been scamming them for a big mac a day for a month.  Mom had my six-year-old sister pull her away to show she wasn’t dangerous and tired her best not to laugh but kind of failed.

Mazel ended up living to be 19 and a half, and except for some minor arthritis, remarkably hale until the day she passed away in her hole in the back yard while taking a nap.  I maintain that Death had to wait until she was sleeping to get a crack at her, or she would’ve taken his scythe for a chew toy.

RFA + When They Realize They’re In Love

ohhh, look a headcanon/scenario post! :D this was a whole lot longer than i originally planned, but oh well!! i played around with each of their stories, so i hope you don’t mind <3 <b>you can find JAEHEE, JUMIN and 707′s under the cut! if you have any requests, feel free to shoot them my way. anyway, i hope you enjoy!



Yoosung thinks he’s sick.

His heart starts palpitating, his palms grow sweaty and he’s so out-of-focus that he’s losing his streak on the LOLOL leadership boards. He downs a cup of coffee, glaring at his bedroom clock, which stared back with a 22:12pm in bright blue lights. It’s way too early to be feeling tired, he thinks.

He sighs, exiting the server and letting the game’s background music blast through his computer’s speakers. He places a hand to his neck, feeling for a warm temperature, only to end up confused as he realizes he’s not even remotely feverish. Worriedly, he calls her up, sure that she would know what’s up with him.

“Hey [Name],” he says, going back to his desk to take another swig of coffee. He joins another server, hoping LOLOL would help calm his nerves. Why was he always so nervous when he was talking with her? He prattles on about his supposed “symptoms” as he patiently waits to be connected to the server.

“Sounds like you’re in love,” she suddenly blurts out. He almost sprays his coffee all over his computer at those words. He can tell she’s joking. She was joking, right? Right? He tries to come up with a reply, but all that comes out of him is a strangled sound. He hears her laughing from the other end. “Ohhh, bulls-eye! Who’s the lucky person? Is it me you’ve fallen for?”

Yoosung’s eyes widen at this, and his heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest and start tap-dancing on his desk. He’s stunned to a silence; his mind is racing, wondering whether or not to confirm her statement. Well, that would certainly explain why he always felt so worked up around her. Before he could even answer her question, he hears her awkward laughter on the other end of the phone.

“Hey, I was kidding! Playing some LOLOL might calm your nerves, but I suggest not staying up too late. It might actually be a fever, after all.” Yoosung manages to quickly blurt out an apology as well as a thank you, before wishing her a good night and ending the call without waiting for her reply. He leans back on his chair, staring at the cream-colored ceiling above him.

It’s when he places both of his hands on his chest and feels the rhythmic thumping of his heart. It’s when he tries to steady his breathing, and when he finally does, he remembers what she said and wheezes. It’s when he realizes that he knows the answer to her earlier question, but he was too shy, too scared to actually answer her. It’s when he makes a promise to tell her, face-to-face and unabashedly, one day. Yoosung’s eyes linger to his desk clock.

It’s at 22:17pm on a LOLOL-filled Tuesday night that he realizes that he’s completely, head-over-heels in love with her.


Zen can’t sleep.

He’s lying in bed, positively tired after a day’s work. He knew he did well earlier, yes, but his own self-reassuring thoughts did very little for his nerves. Ever since the whole hacking situation, he’s been on edge during his performances; he can’t help but be upset at himself for not giving his all for his audiences.

Despite being an “egotistical prick”, as Jumin calls it, he was often hit by waves of doubt during these late sleepless nights. His self-reassuring thoughts began to shift into ones of doubt, pushing him to twist and turn in his suddenly uncomfortable bed.

Was he a genuinely good actor? Did people watch his musicals for his talents or for his looks? Would he ever be more than just a handsome face up on the stage? He was jolted back to reality by the sudden ringing of his cellphone. He begrudgingly reached out to view the caller ID: [Name].

Without a second thought, he immediately answers the call. Her cheerful voice was tinged with a hint of her own weariness. He feels his heart begin to swell, savoring the way her voice says his name. “Can’t sleep either?” he says, genuinely happy to find her calling him out of all the other RFA members.

“Yeah,” he hears her say. “I was hoping you were awake. I’m glad I was actually right.” His chest tightens at this, and he can’t help but smile at the thought of her thinking about him at such an hour. He finds a sort of solace in her, thankful for her constant presence amidst all the happenings in his life.

The two converse, and he finds the weight on his shoulders gradually become lighter. His heart is both calm and erratic, and he finds himself laughing together with her, despite being miles apart. When he hears her congratulate him for the show he put on, for being such an amazing actor on-stage, for doing so well, even if he may not believe so, he almost starts crying.

“You’re doing so well, Zen. I’m sure all your fans can agree that you’re doing so much more. I mean that, truly. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m here. So is Jaehee and the rest of the RFA,” she says from the other end of the line, and he allows himself to think that she means it. No, he knows she means it; it’s in the way that she speaks to him that he knows she’s saying nothing but the truth.

It’s when she says her good night that he catches himself almost saying it. He purses his lips, blundering out a good night of his own before slamming the END CALL button. It’s when his eyes shoot wide open, and he feels a ditzy smile gracing his lips. It’s when his self-doubting thoughts are replaced by thoughts of her. He brings his pale hands to his hair, and he can’t help but marvel at how much she affects him.

It’s when he catches himself thinking about her in wonder does he realize that he’s crazy about her.

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A plus size imagine where Y/N has always been too much for everyone. Everyone except Harry.

“Have a good night everyone,” she yelled behind her to her joyous group of friends. One of her arms waving drunkenly to them and the other latched onto her boyfriend. “Stop shouting Y/N,” the sober boy next to her sounded bitter. Her face fell, but she was good at hiding. He always told her to be quiet or sit still, but she went along with it because at the end of the day they’d go to his apartment and fuck and she couldn’t let that go.

She felt good tonight. Actually, she felt better than good, she felt marvelous. A silk flowy slip adorned her heavy body making her look sexy, something she didn’t get to feel often. She drank just enough to feel loose and happy. She was drunk, but still able to comprehend what was going on around her. The best part of the night was that her friends were laughing along with her and dancing like no one else was in the club. She loved the feeling of being loved.

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Hidden{4}[Peter Parker]

Pairing:fem!reader x Tom Holland’s!Peter Parker

Summary:The reader develops feelings for her childhood friend Peter Parker but is scared to admit it because she’s afraid it’s going to ruin their friendship.

A/N:Here’s a shoulder to cry on …because this part sucks,i’m sorry :( 

A really nice quote though!

“Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Her phone had been buzzing for what seemed like hours but Y/N was too sleepy to reach the ground. She felt weak. She had fooled herself. She had played a twisted trick on herself. She had lied,she had given false hope,she had played mind games with her own stupid self. And all because of some boy who couldn’t be blamed for any of those.

Because Peter Parker is Peter Parker. He’s the charming,kind-hearted guy that had stolen her heart without her noticing. It was Peter Parker who helped her get through difficult times,it was Peter Parker who always made her laugh when she was down… At the end of the day,it all came to Peter Parker,her best friend,her rock.

If Peter wanted to be with Liz,then so be it. The girl really seemed to like him too.The truth is that it hurt Y/N. So much. But now that she knew that he couldn’t return the feelings she had for him,she decided to try acting normal,even though it was going to be painful. But it was for the best. That way,their friendship wouldn’t tumble down like some wall.

Eventually,she extended her arm and grabbed her phone which was dropped to the floor a few hours ago.

She had 4 missed calls-1 from Peter and two from Ned- and 2 voice messages.

She listened to the first one:

“Are you still coming over to Peter’s for movie night? Please don’t miss it,t’s a tradition! Whatever happened between you guys can be sorted out tonight! Please call me,okay? Maybe i can help!”

She listened to the second:

“Um…Hey…It’s Peter…So…I just wanted to say…Well,i-i…I miss you…” 

There’s a slight pause. The only thing audible is Peter’s heavy breathing…

“If you tell me what i did wrong,i promise i will try to fix it. It’s been a week since we talked properly and it’s killing me not knowing what’s on your mind…Movie night is still happening….You know where to find us, if you decide to come. I hope you do. See you,i guess…”

Y/N sighed deeply. To be honest,she had missed him too.More than he would ever know.

She was sick of hiding. All she wanted was to tell Peter the truth and ask him to try all over again. Ask him to give her another chance to be his best friend again. Go back to normal. No stupid feelings in between.

Confused. That’s what she was. Confused as ever. Mixed feelings. She was scared of losing Pete. She couldn’t imagine herself living without Peter Parker on her side. It would be a miserable life.

Homecoming was close and her plans were sadly ruined. All the heavyness in her heart was unbearable.  She needed someone to talk to. 

Without thinking about it much,she dialed Peter’s number.She wasn’t sure of what to say.Maybe she just wanted to hear his voice…

“Hey,it’s me…I guess none of us is good at answering phonecalls…Listen,Pete…I’m coming tonight,if that’s okay…I have so many things to tell you…I’m the worst best friend in the world…But,i’ll explain everything. Um…Anyway,i hope Ned has chosen a good movie this time…See you guys tonight…”


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Never Would Have

Requests: “Could you do an imagine where the reader is also a witch and with Kai. Just after he died the reader found out she was pregnant. She had twins (whatever genders). When Kai came back in the latest episode, Damon calls her to tell her that he’s back when him and Kai are in the car and Kai hears the twins in the background (maybe they call her mom or something and he knows she’s their mother). Then the reader brings the twins to see him? Thanks xx” (Credits to gif owners!)

“You guys be good, Damon is calling.” Y/N gave a stern look to her son who was about to tackle his sister. The twins stopped, nodded and sat on the floor together to watch cartoons. The ringing phone reminded Y/N that she had to answer soon or else it would go straight to voicemail. Lately when Damon called it was important. She gave it a second after pressing the answer button, “Hello?”

Damon was in the car. She knew that much. A window was down and there was heavy breathing. “Y/N!” She knew the vampire was smiling. “How is my favorite…household?” Y/N wiped her forehead. What? “Uh look, you don’t have to answer that.” He was struggling. “Can uh…can you stop by my place? Say, ten minutes?”

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my lungs are collapsing from how fucking ridiculous these lesbians are playing mafia holy shit

MBTI Squad

ENFP - The Idea Generator

Every hangout starts out with her discovering a new place around where she lives (or in a neighboring country, but that’s okay), and is so excited that she wants to share it with everyone. Very insecure about herself, and has trouble sharing things, turns everything into a joke. Likes to talk to INTJ but also annoys him to death with her secrecy and unseriousness. Has trouble focusing, but this way she notices all the exciting things along the way. INFP’s hug buddy and they have this NF connection.

ENTP - The Facilitator

The one with a driver’s license. Knows everyone in the squad personally, maybe a bit too much. INTJ’s close friend, knew him since 6th grade, and they always have super deep analytical conversations. Insecure about friends leaving him, and being “disposable” since everything INFP and INTJ share he already knows. Either makes the bad puns and easily makes things happen, being the reason the hangout happens in the first place, or very closed off, withdrawn and bothered by everything. Also really likes to spend individual time with each squad friend.

INTJ - The Savage

Makes fun of ENFP constantly, teases her for being unable to open up, and makes deep remarks about either life or the current social situation. Hates small talk, but tolerates ENFP’s randomness for the most, although always complains about the lack of trust. Loves the deep talks with INFP. Enjoys breaking from the daily routine.

INFP - The Cinnamon Roll

The friend that’s there to make fun of her own awkwardness, tries to make everyone laugh but ends up laughing herself the hardest. Goes into deep chats with INTJ and loves ENFP a lot. Insecure about the squad leaving her behind, because she’s the “odd one out,” but fails to realize that without her the squad isn’t squad anymore. Can be either the kindest and cutest person in the world, or Satan itself when she feels like it. Master of both active care and passive aggression. Wants to please people so she ruins her own life.

Film opinion: Barbara Bel Geddes is one of the most interesting of the “Hitchcock Blondes” because of just how crazy and neurotic she comes off. She’s very different from the glamour and coolness of Grace Kelly, Tippi Hedren, Kim Novak, etc.

And her performance in Lamb to the Slaughter is something else. That laugh at the end is terrifying.

It’s sad he didn’t work with her more. Because she did encompass something a lot of his other female characters didn’t. Something very odd and rather deranged.