i am enjoying this show so so much

It’s tough to call what I do “work.” Being on “The Flash” is so much fun. I am constantly surprised by our writers and the awesome stories they tell, and I love reading each new script. Being on set is so much fun – our hours are long, but we try to laugh and enjoy ourselves as much as possible. The crossovers are very exciting as well – I adore the cast of “Arrow” and its fun to change it up and work with them. It’s also nice to get the opportunity to work on a different show during our season – the tone of “Arrow” is different than “The Flash” and its fun to play in a different world for a little while.

anonymous asked:

Heyo what kind of music, books, tv shows and movies do you like?

Aaaa I love questions like these!! For music, I usually just enjoy video game music or pop, honestly my music interests change constantly but Marina and the Diamonds is one of my favorite artists! As for TV shows, I don’t really watch much TV… I actually always have my TV on the Food channel for background noise but I’ll watch it on occasion.. I love whenever the kids do baking competitions. As for books, I used to read so many books but kinda lost interest, but I enjoyed just about any type of book, mostly fantasy or romance. And movies… not really a movie person actually!! I might go see “kids” movies like Moana or Zootopia with the family or friends haha. I’m pretty childish so I honestly am very entertained by any animated kids movies.

#7 Third Anniversary (Josh)

Request from anon:

hi :) could i get a josh dun imagine where the reader and josh are celebrating their third anniversary and josh just can’t keep his hands off her in a super fluffy way? thanks :)

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Hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I got really busy with the holiday and everything, but here’s a new imagine, and I am hoping it won’t take me as long to get the next one up.

ALSO, I hit 300 followers!?!?! It’s so crazy, especially cause this blog hasn’t existed for that long. Thank you guys so much.

Anyway, drop any requests in my inbox, as usual. Enjoy!

Warnings: none :)

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Three years ago, a nervous, jittery, red haired boy named Josh had asked you to be his girlfriend. And now, hundreds of shows, dozens of dates, a handful of vibrant hair colors, and three wonderful years later, you both stand in your shared home as he helps you zip up the casual dress you have on to celebrate the occasion.

You had both agreed that even though it was a special occasion, it wasn’t necessary to go on some extravagant, expensive date, and you told him gifts were strictly off limits. He bought you too much stuff as it is.

You turn around and smile at him after your dress is zipped, and lovingly place your hand on his cheek as you peck his lips. You then try to turn away, but find yourself trapped in his arms as his lips find yours for a deeper kiss. You smile into it, before wriggling out of his hold to find your shoes.

Once you’re both ready to go, you jump in the car and drive to one of your favorite spots in town. The whole way there, Josh doesn’t take his hand off your knee, even though you scold him to keep both hands on the wheel.

He parks the car in the lot of the art museum and you walk hand in hand up the stairs and through the double doors. Admission is free, so you skip past the front desk and into the first exhibit, wandering around the vast space and examining the art.

You two often went to museums, especially when traveling, and you would usually stay together, but give each other room to explore at your own respective paces. Today seems different, though. As you wander through the halls, Josh is practically attached to your hip. If he isn’t holding your hand, he has his arm wrapped around your shoulder. And if he isn’t doing that, he’s standing behind you as you look at a painting, with his head on your shoulder and his arms around you waist.

You don’t really mind, but he seems to be paying more attention to you than the art.

“Josh, are you even appreciating the art?” you ask him jokingly, after you catch him staring at you for what seems like the twentieth time today.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” he says. “You’re the most beautiful piece of art here.”

His words make you blush and smile profusely, and your eyes find the ground instead of his gaze.

“That is the cheesiest thing you have ever said to me,” you say with a slight giggle. “And that’s saying something.”

He laughs lightly and presses his forehead to yours, gently rubbing his nose against yours.

“You know you love it,” he says, still smiling.

“Of course I do, because I love you,” you says and he hums.

“Love you, too,” he says, pressing his lips to yours.

You hear an older woman cough behind you, as if to say “stop making out and look at the art, you annoying children,” and you take the hint, breaking the kiss and pulling Josh into the next room.

After a few hours in the museum, you can see Josh getting bored and checking his phone often. Although you could wander around the exhibits all day, you indulge him and suggest the two of you grab lunch at a nearby diner.

“Hm, that diner looks good, but I think I have a better idea,” he says, and you furrow your brow in confusion.

“What have you got planned, Dun?” you ask suspiciously.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says with a mischievous grin.

“You’re so full of crap,” you reply. He simply shrugs his shoulders and takes you to the car, swearing that he won’t tell you where he’s taking you.

The car ride is short, and you become even more confused when he parks the car in front of a nearby park.

“What are we going to eat at the park?” you ask.

“Grass,” he deadpans, and you roll your eyes at his sarcasm. “Just be patient, will you?”

You sigh and let him lead you through the park to a nice clearing where there’s a beautiful picnic set up with champagne and flowers.

“Josh, I said nothing over the top,” you say, even though you can’t hide your obvious grin.

“Man, if you think this is over the top, you’re really not going to like what I have set up for later,” he replies with a grin and you simply look at him in shock.

“We said we would have a nice, inexpensive day.”

“This is nice and inexpensive. Did you really think I would just not do something nice for you on our anniversary?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

“Well, then you truly have no faith in me.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoyingly nice. You’re too good for this world,” you reply with mock annoyance.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he replies and kisses the top of your head.

He leads you over to blanket and you both sit down. He pops the champagne and gets out a lunch of simple, but delicious, sandwiches and fruit.

“How did you even set this up?” you ask through a mouthful of a watermelon.

“I may have had to call in reinforcements from Tyler,” he explains with a grin.

“No way Tyler could have pulled this off,” you say and Josh laughs, but doesn’t argue.

“I’m totally telling him you said that,” Josh replies.

“What, it’s not a bad thing, he just isn’t the most organized person in the world,” you say and Josh shakes his head.

“No, you’re totally right. I guess I should’ve included that Tyler then had to call in reinforcements from Jenna,” he says.

“Now that I can believe,” you reply and the both of you laugh.

The better part of the afternoon is spent sipping champagne in the park, your head in Josh’s lap as he plays with your hair and you both lay on the blanket finding shapes in the clouds. It’s the perfect kind of afternoon, where the sky is bright and blue and the birds sing beautifully and the wind blows lightly every once in a while to make you feel like you’re perfectly alive.

You would be perfectly content to sleep our here all night, especially after the slight champagne buzz wears off and the drowsiness begins to set in, but Josh sits up around 5 and informs you that Jenna will be arriving shortly to make sure you get changed and to dinner by around 6:30. And sure enough, once the two of you have cleaned up your picnic and walk back to the car, Jenna is waiting for you.

Josh kisses you goodbye, and just like that, Jenna whisks you away before you can get another word in.

You and Jenna chat in the car, and you assume she is taking you to your house, but you’re surprised when you pull into the driveway of her and Tyler’s house.

“How am I supposed to get ready when I’m not at my house,” you ask as the two of you walk through the door.

“Don’t worry, Josh sent clothes for you and you can borrow my stuff for a shower and makeup,” she assures as she closes the door behind you.

“Way more planning went into this than I am aware of, didn’t it?” you ask, even though the answer is clear.

“Oh, definitely,” she says with a smile.

You quickly shower and walk into Jenna’s room to inquire about your outfit, but you see that she’s already laid it out on the bed.

What you find is an absolutely gorgeous evening gown, with a pair of heels and a note written in Josh’s handwriting.

“I know we said no gifts, but this matched your eyes too well to not buy it for you. xx -J”

You smile and bite your lip and you want to be mad that he broke your “rules,” but how could you be upset about something this sweet. You shake your head slightly and pick up the dress, slipping it on over your undergarments. You leave the heels off for now, instead going to find Jenna about doing your hair and makeup.

“Y/N, you look stunning,” Jenna says as soon as she sees you. “Josh is gonna flip.”

Jenna happily agrees to help you with your hair and makeup, and about halfway through you realize you’ve seen no signs of Tyler in the house.

“Where’s Tyler?” you ask.

“Oh, he’s with Josh,” she replies, clearly with holding any more information.

“I bet you won’t tell me where, will you?” you continue.

“Nope,” she replies, popping the “p” sound.

You shake your head slightly, acknowledging that you’ll just have to live with the suspense.

Once your hair and makeup is done, you go back into Jenna’s room to slip on your shoes, finally able to see the full look in the mirror, and you almost don’t recognize yourself. The dress compliments your figure like nothing else you’ve ever worn, and your makeup was done beautifully by Jenna.

Jenna quickly pushes you out of the house so that you’ll make it to wherever she’s taking you on time. The drive doesn’t take long, and before you know it, you’re pulling up to one of your absolute favorite restaurants.  

“This is where I leave you,” Jenna says with a smile.

“Thank you so much, for everything,” you say, leaning over the console to give her a hug.

“You deserve it, hon. Now, go find you man,” she says and you climb out of the car and walk into the restaurant.

You’re shocked when you enter and find no one else in the restaurant, as it’s usually packed with diners. You are pulled from your confusion when you find a small trail of rose petals leading up to the rooftop seating area. As you climb the stairs, you can vaguely hear orchestral music being played beautifully from the top, and as you make it to the roof, you finally see Josh, dressed in a full black suit, looking as good as ever.

“You really outdid yourself, Dun,” you say to him as he approaches with a smile and a bouquet of roses.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he repeats his words for earlier, and truly means it. “Happy three years. You’re absolutely stunning.”

You blush at the compliment.

“Only because you bought this gorgeous dress for me. Did you rent out this whole place?” you ask, and he nods. “And a string quartet?”

You gesture to group playing in the corner of the roof. He simply nods.

“Friends of Tyler’s,” he says.

You can’t wipe the grin off your face as he leads you over to a table near the edge of the roof, so you can gaze out over the city. The table is already set with a delicious meal and wine.

You chat over dinner and he doesn’t let your hand go all night, tracing patterns into the back of it with his thumb. He also plays footsie with you under the table, but you know it’s not in a sexual way. He just wants to be close to you.

“There’s just one more thing I have for you,” he says as you finish your meal and he takes an envelope from his coat, sliding it over to you.

“But, Josh, I don’t even have anything for you-,” you start, but he interrupts.

“I know, we said no gifts,” he says. “But I’ve already broken that rule, so just open it.”

You sigh slightly and break the seal of the envelope, pulling out an airline ticket.

“What-” you start, but are again interrupted.

“It’s a one way ticket to our first show on tour,” Josh says, and you furrow your brow. “I know you’ve been hesitant to come on tour with us in the past, because you feel like you’re in the way all the time, but, baby, I want you with me, every day. I understand if you still don’t want to but I just-”

It was your turn to interrupt.

“Of course I will,” you say, and you don’t think you’ve ever smiled as wide.

“Really?”

“Yes, of course, Josh, I will go on tour with you,” you repeat.

He breathes a sigh of relief with a beaming smile to match yours, and you both stand up, walking to each other, and he holds you so tight you’re afraid you may have cracked a rib, but you don’t care. And even though he’s had his hands on you all day, no embrace was sweeter than the one you shared in that moment.

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This was maybe more than the request was asking for, but it was just so cute, I couldn’t help it.

Hope you liked it! I’d love some feedback, or if you have a request, drop it in my inbox. Thanks for reading!

Marvel Hogwarts Houses

So this happened.


Tony Stark: Ravenclaw
- I’ve seen a few people describe him as a Slytherin and I will personally have to tell you that you are very much wrong. Muy Wrongo. Tony is a genius, he likes showing it, he connects best with other Ravenclaws, and he enjoys learning new things. Most Ravenclaws also tend to be very sassy so thar ya go.

Steve Rogers: Slytherin
- NOW HEAR ME OUT. I am a Slytherin and can firmly say that NOT ALL SLYTHERINS ARE EVIL MASTERMINDS. The term only means that we’re ambitious and cunning. NOW LETS TAKE A LOOK AT LIL STEVIE. He lied THROUGH HIS TEETH on any enlistment form out there in order to get into the army, he lied to SHIELD about what happened to Nick Fury, and he even went against the government and started a CIVIL WAR because he thought that being restrained was bullshit. He may bleed red white and blue but you’ll be DAYUM sure that he is a green-blooded Slytherin.

Bucky Barnes: Hufflepuff
- BAD. ASS. BADGERS. I mean, did you see the scene in Steve’s first movie when Steve wandered off at Stark Expo? “You see that? Flying cars, that’s really something isn’t i- STEVE!? OH NO WHERES STEVE. STEVIE COME BACK. GIRLS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT IF HE INHALES SOME POLLEN AND DIES!?” He is a total hufflepuff.

Thor: Gryffindor
- Brave? Check. Chivalrous? Check. Friendly? Check. Wears a shit ton of red? Check. Yes he does learn humility and what it truly means to be kind at the end of Thor and the entirety of Thor: The Dark World but it doesn’t mean that he isn’t a real personification of Gryffindor. Most Gryffindors I personally can’t stand but Thor has a bit of a soft spot in my heart.

Loki: Slytherin
- Now his brother(ish) on the other hand… He is almost the exact opposite. Cunning, Sly, Ambitious TO THE FUCKING MAX. Hell he even DRESSES IN ALL SLYTHERIN COLORS. “He likes to… um… fiddle with the circuits… Of the entire planet! And likes to see which lights go out” - Tom Hiddleston

Bruce Banner: Ravenclaw
- Brucie is a bit of an enigma in the Ravenclaw community. He is smart and he does enjoy learning about new things but he doesn’t share the common “I am right and everyone must know it” personality. He would prefer to just learn in his little study while Tony prefers loudly shouting to all who can hear about how correct he is. That’s not bashing Tony, it’s just a fact.

Natasha Romanoff: Slytherin
- Did you not expect this? Really? My bae and I are both similar Slytherins. Lying and manipulation galore! Plus we both share the syndrome that makes us constantly look like either a depressed cat who gives no shit or a murderous angry serial killer.

Clint Barton: Hufflepuff
- THIS MAN IS THE HUFFLIEST HUFLEPUFF IN THE HISTORY OF HUFFING AND PUFFING. I MEAN EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT SLYTHERIN/HUFFLEPUFF COUPLES ARE THE BEST THING EVER.
I MEAN.
1) MY GIRLFRIEND JASMINE AND I (well she doesn’t know that we’re dating yet so shhhhhh)
2) DAN HOWELL AND PHIL LESTER. COME ON.
3) KARMA AKABANE AND NAGISA SHIOTA
4) SHERLOCK AND JOHN
5) MATT MURDOCK AND FOGGY NELSON (A BROMANCE BUT STILL GUD)
6) AND FINALLy NATALIA F*CKING ROMANOVA AND CLINT F*CKING BARTON

THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT.

Today the #YouTube channel I’ve been hosting since February hit 200K subscribers, which is still blowing my mind. (For the 1% of my followers who are friends and family, and wondering what the hell I am talking about, @KindaTV_ is the flagship YouTube channel of Smokebomb Entertainment, which produces original scripted web series like @carmillaseries… y'know, that lesbian vampire show!) Anyway, before I got this job I thought YouTube was just for cat videos and Tumblr was just for porn… so needless to say, this adventure has been quite the challenge and experiment for me. But it’s also been super rewarding, and cool to see how communities come together through it, and how much people enjoy watching me stumble around the Internet for some reason. So like, before this turns into a sappy inspirational post or some shit, I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you. Truly. by natvanlis

Trailer

Prompt: Mathew Grey Gubler smut. You are a guest star on criminal minds and you play a role that involves you kissing a another man, Matthew gets jealous and asks you to come to his trailer and well smut happens if you do this thank you

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Word Count: 1918 words

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: liked this prompt so much, just had to write it tonight. It’s 3 am and I just finished, so I’m terribly sorry for any spelling mistakes but I’ll have to check them later. Basically the reader is a guest show on criminal minds, playing the love interest of Shemar, when she goes off script and things get more heated as Matthew is watching, and then meets her in the trailer for some revenge. Hope you enjoy! My inbox/ requests are always open xxx

 

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Lead The Way (1/1: 28k)

Summary: What do you do when an immortal time lord falls into your life? You take his hand, run, and fall madly in love. 

A malec doctor/companion AU, with space adventures, fluff, and oh so many references!

(much love to san for the amazing cover!! <3)

hey @ my mutuals i literally love y’all so so much u dont even know !!!! i appreciate u all so much n im sorry if i dont always show it enough but if we’re mutuals n if u ever need anything at all or just wanna exchange memes or wanna talk about ur interests say hi literally ANYTHING i am always here !! i rly care about y’all so much my heart is bursting full of lov rn n i hope u all have a lovely day n ur skin is clear n that u enjoyed this lov post !!

Another Sleepless Night (McCree x Reader)

(Ahhh, I need this too much!!! I am a horrible person when it comes to McCree Fluff! And Thank you for helping me come back to the ‘Bad side’ of the tracks because I have been reading some other things so I needed to come back home. Enjoy ^_^ Mod Firefly)

2 Damn days…2 Damn days of barely any sleep and was starting to show it seems so you were hating yourself because usually, you could handle anything but not having him by your side, it made things hard. Stupid Soldier for sending him to Hollywood when it was already a hard time sleeping and seeing how he just got back and was beyond exhausted, you let him sleep as you got out of bed, going to the bathroom to think for a few minutes.

Angela offered to give you sleeping pills but you were a stubborn one, you didn’t want to take pills to sleep, you wanted to sleep to the heat of his chest and the smell of his cigar and whiskey by you. You left the bathroom and he was still snoring, earning a soft chuckle as you go to the living room and turn on a movie to help you feel sleepy. It was some children’s movie about a talking snowman and a woman who can make ice come from her hands, making me think of Mei.

“Darlin?” a voice is heard from behind you as you turn and look at him before biting your lip. He was in just his boxers and had appeared to have just woke up. “Darlin, it’s 3 in the damn mornin’ come back to bed.” He urges as they shake their head. “Sorry, can’t seem to sleep lately, you go back to bed.” you urge as he comes and sits by you before pulling you close. “Insomnia kicking you around again?” He asks as you nod and he smiles, taking your hand in his before kissing it gently. “Wait here darlin.” he warns as he gets up, leaving them alone to watch the children’s movie.

5 minutes pass as Jesse comes in with blankets, some kind of mug that had the most delicious smelling liquid inside of it and what looks like some lotion, making your eyebrows raise slightly. “Here, drink this while it is still hot and give me your feet.” He urges as you are confused before he takes them in his hands, rubbing the lotion on your feet as you drink the most delicious hot chocolate in the world. “Why are you spoiling me?” You ask as he smiles and kisses your knee, causing a blush to appear.

“You call it spoilin’…I call it pamperin’. Besides, this should make up for me leaving so much, hopefully.” He says with a hint of guilt in his eyes but you know that this cowboy has work more pressing than being here for you when you are having a bad day or not able to sleep during the night. “Jes, I understand, you don’t have to do this to make me understand. You have work and so do I.” You smile as he kisses your knees again and smiles his signature smile at you. “I am doing this to help you sleep…I can’t sleep well without you beside me.” He says as you realize that he was staying awake because you could not sleep.

“Did you finish your hot chocolate?” He asks as you nod and he takes the cup before settling in beside you, holding you and that’s when you started to feel sleepy. “Jes, thank you.” You mumble as he smiles and kisses your head. “Shh and sleep, sweetpea. I love you.” He says as he starts to hum something along the lines of a lullaby but before sleep finally took you into its embrace, you managed to make that man smile once more.

“I love you too Jesse…Thank you again.”

*- ^_^ Mod Firefly ^_^ -*

Happy Endings~(707)

HELLOOOO BABIES~ GUESS WHO’S BAAAACK :D AND WHO TOTALLY SLAYED HER FINALS >:D Das right not me D:
jkjk. or am I. Guess we’ll never know?
Anywhoooo~ as an apology for being a terrible blogger for so long, I wrote this little ficlet for you. Based on a request that I had gotten. 
Ahhhh I hope you enjoy :D 
ALSO I am working on a Masterlist for you guys, thanks to popular demand LOL so hold on to ya butts. 

The sequel is still in the works, so just a bit more guys. As always, your love is much appreciated so LIKE/FOLLOW/REBLOG. SHOW YA GURL SOME LURVE :D Love you guys :)
-SPOILER ALERT~ READ WITH CAUTION-


From the first time he had laid eyes on her, he knew that she was the one. Talking to her in the chat rooms only attracted him to her more.

He didn’t think of it too much, convincing him self that it was a fleeting emotion, nothing too deep. If anything it was simply lust, at the most a tiny crush because she understood his sense of humor and could dish it back to him just as easily.

He slowly found himself dialing your number, craving to hear the sound of your voice. He had your number memorized, but that was because he was a hacker, right? He had to be smart or else he would get any of his work done.

But how could he explain the ungodly amount of time he spent watching you. Surveillance, right? Then how could he explain how fast his heart raced when he was watching you, how he seemed captivated by every little thing you seemed to do. How he craved to see you smile and laugh.

How could he explain how his heart clenched, every time he saw Zen flirting with you or even little Yoosung. He felt so aggravated that he couldn’t help tease Yoosung, for trying to flirt with what was his.

His? No, that would be ridiculous, so it seemed he had a little crush, something that he had to get over immediately. Seven knew that you deserved so much better. You needed to be with someone that didn’t have three different alter egos, someone who didn’t have such a dark past, someone who could keep you safe, someone good.

You were quite persistent though, pushing your way into his heart. In fact, you may have already claimed part of it when he first laid eyes on you. You seemed to expand and completely take over his thoughts, all of his being.

He couldn’t have that. He pushed you away and it was for your own good. He couldn’t have you getting near him, especially now that you knew about Saeran. But you did.

You were always there for him, talking to him, making him feel better. In front of you, he could be himself, his façade falling away effortlessly. He found solace in your smile and a home in your embrace.  

Life was seemingly coming together for him. He had a girl that he loved and his brother was now living with him. The three of you often hung out together. Saeran was quite fond of you and it made his heart swell. He still hadn’t told you how he felt yet but he knew he would soon. It was like a dam, all the emotions were threatening to spill and he couldn’t be happier.

He had planned to surprise you that day when he had come home. He went out shopping, picked up some food, a bouquet of roses, classic cliché romantic moves that he saw in the movies.

His heart was pounding against his chest in anticipation. He was so excited to tell you how he felt, he had never loved someone so dearly before. He pulled out to text you when he notices that your shoes were already here by the door.

He felt a smile spread across his face, gleefully as he realized you would become his sooner than he expected. He truly was impatient.

He went to look for you, when he heard your laughter come out of Saeran’s room and he nervously made his way over. Hoping that his smile would not give him away, ruining the surprise for you.

The door was cracked and he was about to knock and walk in, when he saw the scene unfurl in front of him. It wasn’t like he was in his own body. It was like his spirit had flown out of his body and he was standing in the room witnessing everything happen before his very eyes.

You sitting on the bed in front of Saeran and were laughing, probably at something that Saeran said. His twin had a soft smile on his face one full of affection. He brushed some hair from your face and behind your ear.

Pink flushed your cheeks as you looked up to him, he leaned in to press his lips against yours. Expecting the kiss, you closed your eyes returning it gratefully. He grabbed you by the back of your neck, pulling you to him even more, deepening the kiss considerably.

You looked happy, in love. Unfortunately for Seven, you weren’t in love with him. He watched the scene, physically flinching as he saw his brother deepen the kiss.

He felt his heart shatter, utterly and completely. He was finding it difficult to breathe. He had never experienced this kind of pain before. He felt tears sting his eyes, as he roughly attempted to swipe them away.

He felt anger surge through him or rather jealously. Here he was, planning to profess the immeasurable amount of love that he had for you and you were here, with another man.

Not just another man, but his brother, his twin brother.

He wanted to break something,. He wanted to scream. How could the world be so cruel? He had never had wanted something so badly before and he still couldn’t obtain it.

You were in love with his brother.

He flinched once again. How could he choose? Between his brother and you. Saeran obviously had feelings for you, as clearly as you did for him. Luckily, you made that decision easy for him. You didn’t choose him.

He felt laughter beginning to bubble in the back of his throat. Perhaps this is his retribution for everything. Having the love of his life in love with his brother. He felt foolish for thinking that you were his happy ending. Perhaps, there were no happy endings in this world, especially not for Seven.

He gathered himself, putting on his 707 persona flawlessly. He couldn’t have you catching on this time, as he burst into Saeran’s room, embarrassing the newly made couple. You didn’t notice the façade, not when you were completely enamored with Saeran.  

You saw his smile and left it at that. Seven was grateful because if you hadn’t then you surely would have seen his heart breaking in his eyes.    


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And You Are?

Hi! I’m such a huge fan of your writings; you have such talent! I read pretty much everything the past couple of days!! I was wondering, could I possibly request something with Derek Morgan x reader with Derek teasing the reader about her trying to touch her nose with her tongue like he does? I’m sure you’re the only one who could do this idea any justice!! Thank you so much and keep up all this great work!! <3

Oh my word, bless you!  Thank you so very much!  I am so glad that you are enjoying everything.  I hope that you enjoy your story!  Here it is, comin’ ‘atcha!

Shaking your head as you watch Derek yet again show up to a group of girls his nasty ability to stick his tongue in his nose, you sigh as you throw back your third martini of the night.

“Rough week?” a random voice behind you asks.

“Just full of narcissistic men,” you mumble to yourself.

What he was doing wasn’t so hard.  I mean, you tackled bad guys and looked at dead bodies for a living.  It’s just your tongue.

What’s so special about the trick?

“Narcissistic, huh?” the man asks as he sits in the seat next to you.

Looking over at him, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was.  Dark brown eyes, jet black hair, high cheek bones.

He reminded you of the stereotypical bad boy from your high school days.

Except he was in a suit.

A very expensive suit.

“Yeah.  I mean, my friend thinks he’s so awesome that he could wow women just because he can jam his tongue up his nose,” you scoff.

“Oh really?” the man asks as he takes a sip of his amber liquid on the rocks.

“Yeah, I mean…how hard can it be?” you ask as you motion for another drink.

“You tried it?” he asks in amusement.

And you took his challenge.

Sticking your tongue out, you run it all along your lips, trying desperately to stretch it enough to reach your nose.

But the only thing you were doing was eating the makeup off of your face while the very handsome man stifled his smile in return.

“Come on,” you mumble with your tongue out as Derek begins to stare at you.

“Not so easy, I guess,” the man muses as he takes another sip of his drink.

“Guess not,” you grumble as you wipe your mouth off and grab your fresh drink.

“You know what he’s doing, right?” the guy asks.

Looking over at Derek as you see him chuckling at you, he sticks his tongue out again, shoves it up his nose, and shrugs his shoulders as the women around him giggle.

“Being an idiot?” you ask.

“No,” the guy laughs, “he’s showing off the prowess he has with his tongue.  You know, in case any of those giggling ladies want to go home with him.”

It took you a few seconds before you caught what he was throwing down.

“Oh, good lord,” you groan as you roll your eyes.

And the man leaned back with you as he continued to chuckle.

“I’m sure there are better ways for him to show off that sort of thing,” the mysterious guy comments.

“Yeah…like just taking them home and doing it.”

The man paused, his glass halfway to his lips, as you roll your eyes.

He was studying your every move.  The way your fingers balanced your glass in your hand.  The way the glass seemed to slip effortlessly between your lips as the brightly colored liquid disappeared into what he could only assume was the warmest, softest cavern that drink could possibly be in.

It was hard for him to take his eyes off of you.

And you noticed.

“So, did you come with him?” the man asks as he sets him empty glass drink down.

“Just as a friend,” you say as you turn your attention back to the man.

Wow…he was handsome.

“How do you know him?” he asks.

“Derek?” you ask.  “I met him at the gym.  I was doing a stupid thing and squatting without a spotter, and he saw me going down and rushed over to catch the bar before I got hurt.”

“Sounds chivalrous,” the man chimes.

“It was nice, at first.  But he’s not really my type,” you muse.

You looked back over at Derek again as he looked up at you, his finger pointing out to you before pointing back to his lips.

“Try it again!” he yells at you.

“Nope!” you yell back.

“But you look so cute doing it!” Morgan roars over the chatter of the bar.

“More like moronic!” you yell back.

“I wouldn’t say that,” the man smiles as a fresh drink is put in front of him.

“He’s a good man,” you muse as you turn your attention back to the man at your side.

“So,” the mystery man begins, “what is your type of guy?”

To be bold? Or to be subtle?

Bold.

Very bold.

“You,” you smirk over your glass as you watch his expression and take another sip of your drink.

And the man smiled as he picked up his glass and took a sip with you, his eyes never leaving yours as you both sit your glasses down together.

“And what is your name?” he asks.

“Y/N,” you say.  “And you are…?”

And as he holds out his hand, taking yours lightly within his, he smiles brightly at you as his dark eyes glisten.

“Aaron. Aaron Hotchner.”

“Nice to meet you, Aaron Hotcher,” you smile.

“Nice to meet you, too, Y/N.”

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Its here people its really here and i am SO happy to be sharing this with you all. I originally made this project in November for the TOMES anniversary as just a thank you to the series and as a continuation to Killings time video, i wanted to show how much this fandom had changed me as an artist. TOME will always be something i cherish for a long time and i really hope you all enjoy this as much as i loved drawing it.

Also a MAJOR shout out to moonlightchronicle  (aka tay) who not only did the text but ANIMATED the images, i honestly am blown away with her work from the progress gifs she showed me to the end result, this wouldnt had been done if it wasn’t for her so thank you gal! <3 please seriously give her a follow her work is amazing 

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Hi Bri! Can I ask your opinion about one thing...Dreamworks is my favorite animation studio but I only like their feature films, not the spin-off shows and Netflix/DreamworksTV stuff :/ is it ok that I only like the movies? I feel like I'm not a true fan if I don't like everything Dreamworks makes.

Friend, you can call yourself a fan no matter how much you like or don’t like! The amount of stuff you enjoy from a company or something doesn’t dictate how ‘great’ of a fan you are. Heck, I certainly don’t like all their movies and shows, but I call myself a fan because..I am one! I like some of their stuff, so yay, I’m a fan! And so are you.

Lots of people out there say that if you don’t like some things about a show or movie, you’re not a fan, but that’s just crazy. Not liking everything about a studio doesn’t make ya a bad fan or supporter. It’s all about taste and preference. Just by this ask I know you’re a true DreamWorks fan! Woo! So don’t sweat it ❤️ Keep being awesome!

Am I the only person who actually enjoyed this episode of Sherlock?

It showed Sherlock, John and Mycroft’s characters so much. It revealed the reason why Mycroft is so protective of Sherlock and that actually he’s not that emotionall strong. It revealed why Sherlock is the way that he is, constantly needing to solve puzzles, to save people. It showed John as the strongest, mentally. It showed Sherlock’s emotions towards his brother and John and it showed Mycrofts emotions towards his little brother. Mycroft was about to die because he knew Sherlock would not be able to kill John Watson. HE WAS GOING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF SO JOHN WATSON COULD STAY ALIVE. The end montage of them rebuilding the house, John obviously moving back in with Sherlock and them looking after Rosie, all well solving crimes was brilliantly done. And Eurus’ character was brilliant! Also, how could you not love the episode after Moriarty’s entrance?!

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hello everybody~ it’s aqsa back again with another follow forever!! since ive finally reached my goal of 1.7k (th ank you so much special s/o to vivi (@vitaminniedk like you are too kind for promoting me you didn’t have to ;A; ily! also to the last five followers that got me to this point: @simplewoozis @pur-est @munchiesthaoo @monsterkactus @cafedino !! tysm !!! u made my night!! ;u;)

so, in all, i wanted to make a ff to commemorate this wonderful moment!! this was meant to be done ages ago, but seeing as i had no time (or skill hah rip me) to actually create a decent ff i’ll just be sticking to the good old original style!! so, without further ado, let us begin~

also!! i cannot thank you enough! you don’t know how much your support means to me, honestly ;;; why are you even following my blog tbh im such a messy poster it’s ridiculous especially after i had the humongous hiatus over the summer ;A; ahh that’s what i really wanted to thank you for; you all have stayed with me even after almost 2 months of inactivity and i don’t know how to thank you for that ;__; you guys are so so sweet to me all the time and i never ever feel uncomfortable or stressed out on this site thanks to all of the lovely friends and followers i have gained throughout this year old blog :> you all make my life so much brighter with your stories and tidbits of excitement and its really invigorating to be a part of such a gracious community ;u; so once again, thank you so so so much; i have so much to say but if i do this will get way too long and that’s why i’ll do you all a favor and keep this short. i love you so so so so so so much and i sincerely hope that you all know how much appreciation i hold for you guys; let’s keep going on for a long time while we cheer our 20 boys on with everything they do!! :>

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Fraternity Feud: Hurricane

THIS IT GUYS PART TWO IS HERE 

Request: literally enough people to populate a small island asked me to do this so hello here it is! 

Triggers: poorly translated french lmao, water? is that a trigger?, hamilboys being dumb 

W/C: 2594

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 500! This fic is supposed to be my milestone celebration but I don’t think anything will ever show how grateful I am lol, regardless - enjoy! 

FRATERNITY FEUD - PART ONE 

Your phone started ringing and you groaned, asking Professor Washington to excuse you for a second. It had taken weeks to get this alone time with your professor so of course it had to be ruined. The caller ID read “LAFAYETTE”, you rolled your eyes and answered, “What is it, Laf?” you asked in a sinister whisper. The other side of the call was all static and a frantic french accent, the only words you could make out was “Come ba-!” “ALEXAN-!” Washington gave you a pointed look. You gave a pathetic smile even though your eyes were wild, “Lafayette you aren’t making sense” you told him over the static and shouting in the background.

“SEND A SHIP!” he yelled into your ear and you winced, the static drowning out the rest of his words before eventually the call cut out. Your eyes widened, what the hell was that? You asked yourself. You turned back to your Professor, who had grown irritated. “I’m so sorry, sir. I think my friend-uh, Hamilton? Is in trouble? And-” he raised an eyebrow.

“Hamilton?”

“Yes…?”

“Go! Go help him, what are doing here?!” Your professor ordered while waving his arms to the door. You thanked him and grabbed your bag, running out of the lecture hall. It had been weeks since the turtle-napping incident and the boys had sworn to be on their best behavior. But they couldn’t be held accountable for long. I’m not going on a witchhunt for a turtle again, you thought to yourself.

You knocked on the door and Hercules opened it just enough to pull you in and shut the door again, almost giving you whiplash from the swift movement. You felt water crawl into your shoes and surround you up to your knees and your jaw fell to the floor.

“How the hell did this happen?!” You shouted to the boys in front of you.

Half of the boys’ valuables were floating in the knee-deep water. Thomas Jefferson and James Madison stood by the window and were the only ones completely soaked from head to toe. Lafayette laid on his bed on the top bunk, whimpering in french. Laurens sat against the wall, his chin being tickled by the water while he stared straight ahead with tired eyes. All the while Alexander was frantically using a cereal bowl to throw the water out of the first floor dorm room through the window. Hercules moved past you and grabbed the floating objects from the water, trying to put them onto the same bed Lafayette was laying on. Lauren’s turtle (who was now renamed Scoocher) happily swam in front of you.

“How. Did. This. Happen?!” you growled, looking around the dorm that now resembled a pond rather than a living space. All the boys looked around at each other, urging another to start talking. Thomas was the first to speak up, “The short one started it” he claimed.

“I didn’t do THIS!” Laurens protested, getting a mouthful of water while doing so.

“It was a domino effect that you started” James argued.

Alexander stopped throwing water out of the window, “We aren’t going to talk about it!”

Hercules turned to the group, “Or was it the foreigner?!”

“You KNOW I didn’t do this,CRÉTIN!” Lafayette shouted while kicking the back of his roommate’s head. You rolled your eyes and helped Laurens out of the water, trying to console him through your anger. “I want one person to tell me what happened” you stated as calmly as you could. The boys looked around the room at each other. Hercules nudged Lafayette, and the frenchman locked eyes with you. He cursed under his breath, but stood straight while beginning to explain, “Fine.Je vais lui dire.” he huffed.


It all started when we sat next to the Schuyler sisters at lunch. Angelica was helping Lafayette proofread his english paper, Peggy was braiding John’s hair and Eliza asked us, “What are you guys gonna do for Y/N’s birthday this week?” and Alexander told her “What we usually do, it’s tradition” and then Peggy pointed out “Well aren’t things going to be different now that she’s friends with those frat guys?” Mademoiselle was right, none of us had thought about that but leave it to Alexander to start arguing, he said “Well we’ve been friends with her longer so she’s gonna wanna be with us because we won’t make her feel old because we aren’t jerks” and that’s when Laurens said “Well, maybe we should talk to them and figure something out” So the next day, Thomas told us to meet at his maternity house, - what? Oh, excusez moi, fraternity, and he made dinner and said only Alexander was to come.


Lafayette leaned in, lowering his voice for dramatic effect, “But we had a spy on the inside,” you raised an eyebrow “C’est vrai. Hercules Mulligan!” He put his hand on his friend’s shoulder and urged him to continue the story. Hercules reluctantly nodded, and turned to the group, “So Alexander walked into the frat house, and I sneaked in from the back door a couple minutes after…”


The tall one was giving him a bowl of macaroni and cheese, while telling him “I don’t like you, but since Y/N’s our friend we obviously have to work something out.” and he sounded really calm but I don’t trust anyone with that much hair, so I stayed out of sight and on guard. But Alexander was not having it and he told Jefferson right where he could stick his macaroni, and that’s when they both got mad and our feisty little orphan texted me, saying “Tell John I said ‘ROCHAMBEAU’’” so I ran back to the dorm to find Laurens and Lancelot are surrounded by balloons. That’s when Laurens tells me “Start helping Lafayette fill the balloons, we attack the second Alex leaves their house” and I noticed he was just drinking while Lafayette did everything else, so I asked him what he was doing and he pointed to a bucket filled with balloons, and he told me “I’ve had two pints of sam adams, but I’m working on three.” “That’s disgusting” This kid actually said to me, “My kids will tell the story of tonight” *sigh* I’ve never been more disgusted…


You gagged, pulling away from the half hug you had maintained with Laurens. “Pee balloons?” you asked, “Seriously?” Hercules agreed and climbed onto the top bunk to sit next to Lafayette, claiming the rest of the story was too gross for him to tell. The freckle faced boy turned to you, and said he’d tell the rest. “Here’s what you need to know…”


Firstly, this was an ambush. Thomas Jefferson and James Madison didn’t have any other frat brothers there, they were all off pranking Aaron Burr because he did some nonsense and claimed he was a part of their frat but that’s just because he wants respect with the freshman, anyways, they were alone and fragile and we were ready to attack. We took the the water balloons that Lafayette and Hercules made, and the special balloons I filled and hid behind the bushes while waiting for Jefferson and Madison to walk out. When they did, we attacked. I targeted Jefferson, because I knew my urine would make him weaker. Madison was attacked by Hercules and Lafayette, but eventually Jefferson grabbed him and used him as a human shield. Then the most horrible case scenario happened. Madison grabbed Alexander while he was laughing … and right as he set him in front of them … I was launching my last speciality balloon. It was all so sudden. It hit a laughing Alexander in the face. A perfect shot. It splashed like-


Alexander stopped throwing water out of the window for once this entire time and turned to Laurens, hair in his face, “WE REALLY DON’T NEED TO BE THAT GRAPHIC, JOHN!” You crossed your arms, feeling chills run up your body. “Can we please get to the part where the dorm room has now become flooded?! I’m going to die of hypothermia” Lafayette hopped down and let you take his seat on the top bunk, when James spoke up. “Perhaps I could help fill in the blanks,” he suggested while putting one arm behind his back, “After we were rudely attacked by the hooligans you call friends, Thomas was least to say, frazzled … ”


“We need to fight back, Madison. We were outgunned, outmanned.” He told me whilst pacing the living space. As I was changing into dry clothes, I reminded him of what happened with the kidnapping of Mr. John Laurens’ turtle, which Thomas didn’t remember but also didn’t care for. He continued pacing, saying “We were outnumbered, outplanned…how do you fight water, Madison?” and he turned to me with wild eyes, saying “You fight it with fire!” I was growing concerned but let him continue because I was still cold, and he started sketching on a notepad. He began saying, “If there is a fire you’re trying to douse-” and I cleared my throat, telling him, “If you set the dorm room on fire, you’ll kill a majority of campus.” Thomas ripped the page out of his sketchpad and began a new drawing and asked “Does acid count as fighting with fire?”

I sighed and asked, “Why is your first idea always arson?”

“I’m trying to keep a theme”

Now that idea was a little too realistic, so I reminded him that one of our neighboring fraternities had a long hose that was close to campus. He-


“It was YOUR idea?!” Alexander shouted at James, throwing the cereal bowl out the window “We had a truce!”

James put his second hand behind his back, “I’m sorry, would you rather have been set on fire?”

“THAT can be arranged!” Thomas added.

Lafayette and Hercules “ooo”’d from the top bunk in harmony while Scoocher swam by him. Thomas stepped forward in the water, “And don’t try and victimize yourself, Alexander Hamilton!” he turned to you, “Let me tell you what this one did when we came in here…”


James and I borrowed the hose and found the window that I stand by right now, and it was left wide open, while the spy did homework, Monsieur Lafayette napped and Hamilton was in the closet going through his awful clothes. Which I’m glad I ruined, by the way. James turned on the hose and we had it at a light level, we just wanted to lightly spritz water all over their pathetic and cheap belongings, but Hamilton had to come ruin it. He took his claws and he sprayed himself with the water while breaking the hose, making it push water out faster. HE is the one who started the chaos. Then, as the water was rising and he was practically swimming, he GRABS me by my shoulders and FLINGS me into the overflowing room, does the same to James, and we nearly DROWN. And I swear, Y/N, out of the corner of my eye I saw a weapon-


You rolled your eyes, “Thomas! No, there was no weapon!” you shouted. Alexander looked at you with pleased eyes, smirking. You hit him in the shoulder, “Don’t feel so smug, I only know because you’d be standing in blood instead of water right now if you did.” Laurens agreed. Alexander put his hand on chest, “Let me tell you the real story. It started when I first immigrated from the caribbean-” Everyone in the room groaned. Offended, Alexander restarted “Fine, I’ll skip some stuff…


As I was going through my closet to find John’s hoodie that I borrowed the other night, I heard whispering behind me. I looked at Lafayette, but I knew it wasn’t him because his sleep-whispering was usually angrier. So I looked at Mulligan, but it also wasn’t him because he only says things under his breath when he’s doing science. Then I looked outside and saw it. Thomas Jefferson’s infamous afro and purple hoodie. It was revenge knocking at my window. They started hosing us all, ruining Mulligan’s homework and waking up Lafayette, John came running in as if on cue and I knew that I had to protect my friends. Like the hero that I was born to be, I grabbed the hose from them and tried to stop it, but Jefferson did something to it and strategically broke it, which was probably part of his plan all along. Next thing I knew he TACKLED me into the water and so did Madison, they were strangling me and I thought it was all over. The sounds of John’s high pitched screams and Lafayette’s sultry accent faded away… In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet…


“Hamilton please, enough with the existential crisis” Thomas spat. You sighed, putting your hand on your forehead. Hercules put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder, “Sorry, Y/N. You’re just in a room full of people who care about you… and are immature” he comforted. Lafayette nodded, “I wouldn’t get my socks wet for anyone rather than my best friend” he admitted while shivering in the cold water.

His roommates scolded him, “Sorry,” Lafayette weakly smiled “I meant female best friend.”

John stood by Alexander and grabbed his turtle from the water, “And you saved Scooter”

“Scoocher…”

“Same thing”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Jefferson and Madison, who were gazing at the ceiling and walls. Thomas mumbled something. “What was that, Thomas?” you teased. He groaned, “You’re a good friend. I guess. I don’t know. Shut up” he muttered. James cleared his throat, “I second that.” You smiled at them both but turned back to the rest of the group. “We need to figure out how to drain this entire room before you’re all kicked out of King’s College” you told your friends. Alexander reached out of the window to look for his cereal bowl and Thomas and James tried to reach the hose that was currently outside and still spewing water everywhere at full speed.

There was a knock on the door.

Eliza opened the door, only to be greeted by three feet of water, Angelica and Peggy shouting once the water reached them. Laughing, Eliza looked for you in the midst of chaos and asked “Hey, Y/N do you wanna go out for your birthday with us today?” You exhaled in relief and accepted their offer, getting down from the bunk bed. Water rushed past your legs as it left the room just as you were, and the boys started protesting. Peggy blushed a bit, “Sorry did you guys already have plans set up with her?” All the boys looked around at each other.

They all replied in a chorus. “Well, no!””Not for right now!” “But we had a war and-” “Everything got wet!” “No one really won” “It was inconclusive”

The Schuyler sisters all giggled a bit, “Well we’re just gonna hang out with her now when she’s not busy. There’s time for everyone” Angelica said. You waved goodbye with the sisters as you walked down the hall with them.

“Is it so hard to figure out a schedule?” Eliza joked.

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#okay i know i refer to a few characters as ‘my son’ #but this kid right here #THIS KID RIGHT HERE #he is the number one son  #my everything #this is the moment that destroyed my soul #it resonates with me so much #and i don’t think i have ever felt such a strong need to hug an animated fictional character in my life #protecttoddchavez2kforever