Imagine Stiles goes blind.

It takes a while for the pack to adjust but they do, making sure to say things out loud instead of nodding or shaking their head, and making sure that Isaac stops Stiles before he walks into something that could hurt him instead of sitting back and watching on for a few laughs. They still occasionally slip up and ask him “Did you see that?” to which his only reply is to blankly stare at them.

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A lot of the time he makes the best of it, often teasing Derek about how he can just imagine him naked all day every day and he doesn’t have reality to break that illusion.

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Stiles adjusts to his new way of living, learning how to memorise things in his house and walk about them and when he needs to read something, Derek reads it to him (stories, case files, the latest supernatural research, everything).

On their wedding day, Derek forgets his tie and has to run to Scott’s to get it (Because Scott was in charge of the suits and Cora was too busy trying to get into her dress to make the run for him). When he gets there, Scott tells him to wait in the door while he runs to get the tie. Stiles hears him and shouts hello. Derek tells him “It’s bad luck to see the groom before the wedding.” To which Stiles teasingly replies, “Then it’s a good thing I can’t see you.”

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During their wedding, Stiles and Derek wrote their own vows about how they don’t need to look at one another in the morning to know that they’re waking up to each other, they don’t have to see one another to know that the other is there for them and they don’t have to share loving gazes at the alter to know they are standing before the man they love.

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When Stiles and Derek adopt a baby, Stiles is terrified and heart broken. He’s scared that because he can’t see he won’t be able to care for the baby but he does his best. And he’s heartbroken because he never gets to see their child. Except for one day, when Scott heals his sight just long enough that he can see the smiling face of their baby and then look up at Derek’s loving gaze. The vision doesn’t last long, but that’s perfectly okay because now he can hold onto that image forever.

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You date a boy and afterwards, I watch you turn him into a city. You say, this is the road where his car went over the guardrail and he walked away without a scratch and took three whole days to call you. You say, this is the road where you threw my flowers out to make room for him in the passenger seat. You say, this is the road between his house and our apartment. This is the restaurant you used to frequent with him, which is also where you took me for our first dinner date. This is the used condom we found stuck between the wall and my side of the bed. These are the sheets you still hadn’t changed by the time I moved in. This is someone else’s bed and I am laying awake at night in it, folding and unfolding city maps, wondering if there’s a casual way to say, “Hey, is your ex-boyfriend Rome? because everything leads back to him.”

dream: seeking shelter in an abandoned mansion after some kind of apocalypse. turned out to not be abandoned, the owner just hadn’t left his panic suite yet. we found it when i was trying to take videos of his ridiculous bathroom for snapchat. it was implied that someone was going to have to bang him if we wanted to stay in his house. we did not finish sorting out the logistics before i woke up.


Carnation: Wait, so he’s at his parent’s house?

Melrose: Yeah, he’s been there for about two months now.

Carnation: But he’s eighteen. He doesn’t have to go back there if he doesn’t want to. 

Melrose: I think he tried to explain that to his dad but… he’s a pretty intimidating guy and Mercury couldn’t get a word in. 

Carnation: I’m going there.

Melrose: Are you sure?

Carnation: Of course. We need to get our friend back. 

I really get annoyed by AH supporters and JD haters. If you don’t like him and really really want to think that he’s an abuser (which clearly shows that you don’t really follow the case, or have any knowledge about DV laws, and you’re ignorant and stupid af), then fine. It’s your choice to be so ignorant. But Why do you need to come to JD fans’ posts and attack them? Why? You call him an abuser, yet continue to emotionally abuse his fans like it will bring you whatever you call justice. I tell you what, if you really want that justice for that pathetic serial liar Amber Heard, you should tell her to not drop her own case, to show her so-called evidences to the court of law and not the court of public opinion, to not be a bitch and ask her ‘abuser’ for money and his houses, to be a real independent woman (like she always claims she is) and not dating the other one who is known for being emotionally abusive, but has billions on his bank account like Elon Musk, to not abuse her ex-wife and being arrested for DV and then lies about the police being homophobic when the polices is a lesbian. 

I support a man who was falsely accused of DV, who has never been arrested for it, who the polices found no evidence or any sign of his alledged abusive behavior towards his ex-wife, who was cleared by law, who should be regarded as innocent while you can support a woman who is known for being a liar for many times, who was arrested for being abusive towards her ex all you want. But just don’t come to Johnny Depp fans’ posts and tell them what to think when you’re the ones who are ignorant af.

anonymous asked:

Daichi being hit by a ball by his s/o in public, scenario , please ?

Hey! I hope you like this scenariooooooo wifi suuuucksss but i’m trying my beeeessst!

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“Okay so when you serve you throw the ball up in the air and hit it with this part of your palm,”

Daichi had brought you out to a park nearby his house and thought,

Why not teach my lovely girl how to serve? It was both things he loved so much, why not have them both, right?

And it was a beautiful day, the sun was out, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, it couldn’t get any better than this.

You nod and he shows you how to do it, serving towards you. 

Since you didn’t know how to receive, you just caught the ball instead.

Daichi beams at you and says, “Why don’t you try?”

You shake your head and laugh, “I can’t do it like that!”

He rolls his eyes and goes into his receiving position.

You take a deep breath and recall what Daichi told you to do. You bite your lip, thrown the ball upwards and hit it with your palm.

Daichi, who was too distracted by you, had his eyes wide.

Your eyes widen, and as if in slow motion, the ball hurtled towards his face

Your jaw drops as the sound of the ball hitting his face echoed through your ears. He falls backward, and strangers passing by were staring at you and him. 

Your cheeks turn red and you rush over to him, slightly giggling as you asked him if he was alright.

He scratches the back of his neck, blood from his nose dropping to the ground.
Your eyes widen and you rush to get him a handkerchief from your bag.
You hold it to his nose and he looks away from you sheepishly.

“And I thought you couldn’t do it!” He exclaimed as giggles erupted from the both of you.

“And I thought you would be able to receive that, captain.”

He chuckles and you help him stand up. “Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

He groans as he looks around, seeing the people of the park staring at him.
You smile and kiss his cheek as you nod and walk back to his house.

“Can you teach me to receive too?”

“Only if you promise not to hit me in the face.”

Imagine being comforted by Stiles

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Imagine request: you and stiles are best friends. And your date goes horribly wrong with this guy you thought actually liked you. And you call him crying to pick you up. And he brings you to his house and you guys chill in his room and you explain what happened. And he comforts you. You end up spending the night.

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After BotW Link wakes up from the meeting with the Hero's Shade, he asks TP Link about it (in this case, he can transform to and from a wolf at will). And TP Link's all "oh sorry, yeah he does that that sometimes" and explains who he is.

“Twilight, have you ever met a weird skeleton man in a misty plane?” He looks at him, blinking owlishly.

“Yes. Why?”

“Who the hell is he? He took me into the weird plane and then apologized because he wasn’t looking for me and I’m very confused.” He starts laughing softly, and Link just stares at him because what part of this is amusing?

“He was the hero before me. He taught me techniques I couldn’t have learned otherwise, and I guess he was coming to check on me or something. Sorry he caught you instead.” He wraps an arm around his shoulders, and pulls him toward his house. “I’ll make you soup to make up for it.” Link decides that, even if he was just very confused, that’d be nice.



“Once upon a time, in the deep of the Dark Forest, there was a really wise boy which always wore a red hood; the boy lived in a wooden house with his mate, a man who always wore a black hood. their names were Red and Wolf”

Here we go! For the 50 followers you’ve unlocked a new arc and two new people which are going to live in the Time Mansion!

From the “Little Red Riding Hood” arc, Red and Wolf❤

Guys, I agree, so much. Unfortunately, I know the neighbors well enough that I can’t pretend to feign ignorance about who she belongs to. And the residents have been here almost a year and, if the home owner ‘wins’ the house in his divorce, I imagine they’ll continue renting from him.

Judy was in my backyard for six hours before I finally texted the owner again, asking if she would be home anytime soon. She replied “I won’t. Can you just put her back in my yard?” So, she KNEW Judy was in my yard (I mean, I told her she was, but she remembered) and she didn’t think to mention how late she would be home earlier. Or ask me if I had plans. My husband is on duty today and wanted me to drive up to bring him something. Couldn’t go. Not to mention, she already escaped from the yard once. I didn’t have much of a choice though because my dogs needed to be able to use their yard. So I took Judy back and secured the post as tight and deep as I could. Hopefully it stays until the owner gets back “late tonight”, whatever that means.

What really, really upsets me was that she planned on leaving her dog, all day, out in the sun and heat with no shelter and, from what I could tell when I went in, no food or water either. Animal Control closed not too long after I initially contacted the owner and they’re closed tomorrow. If she escapes again, she’s staying in my yard until I contact an official. Because this stuff has got to stop.

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Pitch + 12, 23 pleaseee

I adjusted #23 a little to “Is that my sweater?” instead of “Is that my shirt?” 

This got away from me a little in the middle and I wanted more of happy tone, so I hope the ending isn’t too abrupt or out of place. 

Let me know what you think.

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He looked…sweet. Almost. In sleep the semi-permanent scowl was gone leaving the muscles of Mike’s face relaxed and accentuating his round, apple cheeks, which were red from spending the day in the sun playing with Gabe, Marcus, and the other Padres’ kids.

Ginny couldn’t say why she’d chosen to stay behind after Mike dozed off and everyone else decided it was time to leave his house. She knew what she told them, he needed someone to wake him up and make sure he dragged his old bones back to bed so he’d be ready for their flight to DC the next day.

Livan had muttered something unflattering under his breath, even after he spent a good portion of his day tossing their teammates’ kids across the pool with Mike, but it was the sad, puppy dog look from Robles and Evelyn’s manic grin that kept running through her head.

What did they think was going to happen? Passionate coupling in his backyard after a day spent tossing around 50lb kids? Even if they did have the secret relationship going that Evelyn wanted to believe they did, she doubted that Mike had the flexibility left in his joints to do much more than climb up the stairs and into his bed.

Though as she looked down at his wide, expansive thighs (covered with adorable freckles) and muscular six pack that some - who clearly hadn’t seen him up close or been thrown around a pool by him - said had run to fat, she suspected that given the right motivation he could rise to the occasion. So to speak.

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As far back as his schooldays, Paul had admired the artsier side of beatnik life. As baby Beatles, he and John were attracted by the style of Parisian students and that clique of Hamburg friends who - to their eager Liverpool eyes - embodied existential chic. Paul was already familiar with Liverpool’s own avant garde, led by the painter/poet Adrian Henri.

“The funny thing is, John’s ended up as the avant garde guy, because he did all that with Yoko. Well actually, quite a few years before he’d even considered it, when he was living out in the suburbs by the golf club with Cynthia, I was getting it on with people like Miles. I used to be at his house a lot, just him and his wife, because he was so interesting, very well-read. He’d turn you on to William Burroughs. I’d done a bit of literature at school, but never anything modern. Steinbeck I’d read, but Burroughs and far-out shit…

This I find interesting because it’s something I didn’t put around at the time. I helped start the International Times with Miles, I helped start the Indica bookshop where John met Yoko. Was big buddies with Robert Fraser and very into Magritte. So I had a rich avant garde period which was a buzz. I was living on my own in London, and the other guys were married in the suburbs. […] My thing was, always, not to shout about it. It still is in a way. […] It was heady. Mile led me into Ginsberg, Cornelius Cardew. Very artistic. Like showing my movies to Antonioni. And watching movies with Andy Warhol, round my house. My place was almost the centre of the social scene at one point, because I was on my own.“

—  Paul Du Noyer, “Conversations with McCartney”