When we meet on a cloud I’ll be laughing out loud
I’ll be laughing with everyone I see
Can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all.

It’s okay. It’s okay. 

…and then something special on the bedside table. The very first picture he’d ever taken with his reverse-engineered camera. It was a picture of him and Grillby, long before I came around, but I couldn’t stop staring. It was actually a picture of him. Him and Grillby both looked so young, and the diner decor in the background was different than what it was now. The picture was at least a hundred years old. They really looked happy. - Sans Journal, Entry 38.

Chihuahua Problems:
  • Rob and I: *cuddle*
  • Trixie: hello humans. I see you're getting close. I'd like to be close as well. Yes I know I just hid under the table for an hour, hoarding that pizza crust you gave me and growling at you, generally being anti-social, but now I suddenly wish to be a part of this nice little family unit we have going on here. Mom, dad and pooch. Don't mind me, I'll just squeeze in riiiiiight between you- HEY! Hey dad, I see you trying to hold mom's hand! Don't you see me right here needing all of your attention! I have ears that need to be scratched you know. Cute, floppy little ears! NO! DO NOT PUSH ME OFF THE COUCH! YOU CAN KEEP TRYING BUT I'LL JUST KEEP JUMPING BACK UP UNTIL YOU GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR LOVE! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO BE AFFECTIONATE WITHOUT ME!

“Hey remember that gun dad bought before we moved here? I’m gonna need to know where he hides it. And don’t worry, I’ll clean everything.”



That’s…. a really weird way to put it Keichi’s mom.

“Make sure you’re not gutted like a fish! That would be super inconvenient!”

If I were in Keichi’s situation I would climb to the roof with the bat and just wait.

Having omni-vision of everything around me would be my first priority.

Well…. glass doors are unfortunately not very good in this situation.

anonymous asked:

Hey dad I'm feeling bad. I skipped all my classes today and slept all day now it's 5 pm and I'm still in bed. Please kick my ass

that’s cool, sometimes you have to do that. Get up and get a drink and have something to eat and build up, if you can only manage to have some water, that’s fine.

if you’re out of whack for a day its alright, just do some small, single tasks and not try to overwhelm yourself with all the things you have to do.

Try to get some notes from other people about these classes later on if you need to.

anonymous asked:

Are you nonbinary?

yes I am genderfluid, been since forever but I really didn’t know genderfluidity was a thing until like 2011, so it took me a long long time to understand what the actual heck was going on

(also I’m pan if anyone cares)

anonymous asked:

Hey dad can I have a hug, I'm nonbinary about 98% of the time and on those 2% I always feel really horrible and like I've been faking all this time and how I've come out to a whole bunch of people and what if my gender never slides back to nonbinary

Hey kiddo.
I’m sending a super big dad hug your way!
It’s okay to question your identity, even after you’ve come out. Your identity is fluid and can change a lot. Be patient with yourself!

👶🏻 21 👶🏻
  • : :
  • *outside Speedy's*
  • Molly: *approaching Mary* What's going on?
  • Mary: *grins* I found the father of your baby.
  • Molly: *wide-eyed* What? How...how do you even know who the father is?
  • Mary: *digging in her purse* I believe this belongs to the father of your baby *removes the scarf*
  • Molly: *groans* Oh God...he’s in there right now?
  • Mary: Yup.
  • Molly: *sighs* Let's get this over with.
  • Molly & Mary: *enter Speedy's*
  • Tom: *waving* Hi, Molls.
  • Molly: ...
  • Tom: *looking between them* So, what’s up?
  • Mary: *nudging her forwards* Well, Molly has something that she wants to tell you *gestures the scarf* while we're on the subject, I believe that this is your scarf.
  • Tom: No... *unzips his coat* this is my scarf.
  • Mary: ...
  • Mary: *looks at the scarf in her hand* Ah. Could I get anyone a coffee or...poison? No? Just for me? Okay *hurries off*
  • Tom: *concerned* What’s going on?
  • Molly: *sits opposite him* Nothing. Mary just... sort of made a mistake.
  • Tom: *smiles* I’m pleased Mary called. I know we broke up because you thought we weren't compatible. I was thinking...does that matter?
  • Molly: *hesitates* Tom...
  • Tom: We were perfect together *holds her hand*
  • Molly: I’m pregnant.
  • Tom: Oh. *drops her hand*
  • Tom: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: You can go.
  • Tom: Thank you *runs off*
  • *John & Mary's*
  • Sherlock: *staring at the baby*
  • John & Mary: *enter the flat*
  • Mary: *smiles* Hi. How was she?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Fine.
  • John: *lifts his daughter* There's my girl. Were you good for your Uncle?
  • Sherlock: *sighs*
  • Mary: *smirks* You love her really. You're a natural.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I'm going to have to get used to it.
  • John: *nods* Yes, you are.
  • Sherlock: *winds the scarf around his neck; smiles a little*
  • Mary: *looks up; points* That's your scarf?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Yeeeeeees.
  • Mary: ...
  • Sherlock: *shrugs on his coat* Goodnight *leaves*
  • Mary: *squeals with happiness*

anonymous asked:

29 for the drabble prompts?

Duuuudddeee this was fun, thanks for the prompt. Here’s #29: “Come here and make me.”

“Hey Tara, Dad in the office?”

“No, he went out for backup on a 916 out in Hilly Valley. Feel free to wait in his office darling.”

Stiles smiled at the woman behind the desk and gave her an appreciative wave before he slipped passed. The station was void of a lot of officers, a few strung here and there but for the most part it was pretty empty. He weaved around desks before approaching his dad’s office, stepping in easily.

The first thing he noticed was the greasy odor of fast food. Stiles went wide eyed and looked at the desk seeing no evidence of the contraband. With a few steps he bent over and glanced in the trash seeing a burger wrapper, lettuce, and a fountain drink inside.

“You’re so dead, nothing but tofu for the next week I swear to God–”

“Stiles?” A familiar voice called out.

Instead of standing up like a normal person he just bent further over, looking through his legs upside down to see the office door. Derek stood there in his deputy uniform, looking all…badass and sexy. Seriously it’s like the department didn’t have a shirt big enough to fit his obscene biceps. The man paused, green-blue eyes darkening considerably in a certain way Stiles was very familiar with.

“Hey baby,” Stiles smiled, knowing exactly what Derek was looking at.

The man stood up straighter, clearing his throat, “mind standing up straight?”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty comfy. Plus you seem like you’re enjoying the view.”

Derek growled lowly, eyes flashing blue for a moment before shutting the office door, “don’t. Just stand up.”

“Come over here and make me,” Stiles teased, shaking his ass and the next thing he knows he suddenly sitting on his father’s desk with his hot boyfriend between his legs. This was a plan Stiles could totally get on board with. His hands rested on the sharp V of the man’s hips, pulling them closer until their groins were flush.

“You’re a menace, your father–” Derek started

“–is all the way down in Hill Valley on a 916 domestic call. Don’t worry,” Stiles finished, teeth nipping at Derek’s earlobe.

Derek shivered, neck tilting to the side to let Stiles continue his workings. He did just that, mouthing at the stubbled skin, teeth and tongue working on bruises that vanished a second or two after he pulled back. Regardless it had Derek all but panting in his ear and holding tight. Their hips ground together, their pace near insatiable.

“Hmm, fuck,” Stiles groaned, pulling back so there was a small bit of space between them. Derek’s face was flushed, pupils swallowed his irises, and it’s the best thing Stiles’ has seen all day.

“You’re wasting time,” Derek growled.

“Shh, I got you,” Stiles said and kissed Derek, his hands making quick work of the man’s utility belt and pants. They broke apart, foreheads against each other’s, as Stiles wormed his hand into Derek’s pants, cupping his hard-on. Derek moaned, arching into the touch and Stiles gave him a playful squeeze.

There was his name being gasped out but he didn’t register it as being a warning one rather than a sexy one. So when the door busted open and Stiles’ hand was still hidden in Derek’s pants…well it was quite the surprise.

Their heads swiveled to the the right, only to see the Sheriff standing there with a livid look on his face. Jeez, there was even a vein popping out of his neck.

“Whoa—hey Daddy, what’s…what’s hanging?” Stiles stuttered, embarrassment flooding his cheeks.

“Don’t say daddy with your hand in my pants,” Derek muttered.

Stiles looked at him, “not your thing?”


They both looked back at the Sheriff, and just beyond him Tara and Parish were laughing profusely. Stiles moved and let Derek fix his uniform. He stood and made his way to the trash and held up the fast food items.

His father paled.

“Oh yeah. First, we didn’t even get to the good part, I literally just got my hand in his pants–”

“Stiles, please shut up,” Derek said, face falling into his hands.

“–anyways…listen Pops. How about we forget this ever happened and you only are forced to eat tofu forrr…two days instead of a week?” Stiles bargained.

His father deflated, shoulders sagging, “out. Both of you out, I need to wipe down my desk.”