i couldn't believe this one was real

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Sick Boy & Renton ; through the years

We’ll get through this thegither, and he walks into the stair, compelling Renton to follow.
Ah know that, mate, Renton says, almost distracted under the luminosity of the stars, till the heavy door, closing behind them on the spring, extinguishes their light.

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anonymous asked:

Since you brought up meet and greets my gosh the confidence of the fan that asked them their preferred breast size at one of their meet and greets lol I couldn't believe someone had asked that for reals!!!

Not All Heroes Wear Capes

  • Draco: You look like you could use a cocktail.
  • Hermione: You're too late. [Draco laughs] Wow.
  • Draco: What?
  • Hermione: That's the first true laugh I've gotten from you in a while.
  • Draco: Listen, Granger-
  • Hermione: No, me first. Ron's waiting for me to give him an answer.
  • Draco: I heard.
  • Hermione: But you wanna know what's stopping me? I can't answer his question while I'm waiting for you to answer mine. The one I asked you forever ago. What are we, Draco?
  • Draco: Hermione...
  • Hermione: Last fall you said we couldn't be together, and I believed you. But every time I try to move on, you're right there. Acting like-
  • Draco: Acting like what?
  • Hermione: Like... maybe you want just want me to be as unhappy as you are.
  • Draco: I would never wish that on anyone. I want you to be happy.
  • Hermione: Then look down deep, into the soul I know you pretend you don't have. Tell me if what you feel for me is real or if it's just a game. If it's real, we'll figure it out, all of us. But if it's not, then please Draco, just let me go... [Wipes away a tear]
  • Draco: [Looks at Hermione and considers this as Harry walks in the door and overhears] It's just a game. I hate to lose. You're free to go.
  • Hermione: [Teary-eyed] Thank you... [Leaves]
  • Harry: [Goes up to Draco] Malfoy why did you just do that?
  • Draco: Because I love her, and I can't make her happy...

anonymous asked:

You can pretend you'd prefer no one to know but it's pretty obvious that you're an attention seeker who does in fact post about her marriage to a murderer all over the place. People are going to judge or at least question that because they have common sense. From your responses I'd have a hard time believing you didn't have issues and couldn't have a healthy relationship without the comfort of prison. A real man is too much for you.

My baby is the realist man I know 😍

mistress92  asked:

Ahhhhhhh! I LOVED the ask of mine you just answered! It was so rad! And I couldn't believe that was a real job either. But I was reading this woman's (her name slips my mind bluh!) stories about how she legit got paid to attend ritzy parties in little to no clothing. She didn't have to talk to anyone and she was given delicious things to eat/drink, like all she had to do was just lay around and look nice. (fuckin living the DREAM). But she also said nobody was allowed to touch her ever so good.

BLUH! I’m such a chatterbox I forgot to include this in my last ask! Can I get one of the Fell versions of my ‘gets paid to be admired’ ask? Either SF or UF, both sound interesting. Just the bros, Gaster, and Grillby! Whenever you have time hun! I know you’re super busy so I don’t want you to try and rush or anything! <3


I’m glad you liked it!!  And I appreciate your patience!  And I’m sorry in advance for the Fell gang being such butts.

The original ask can be found here.

Red:  It isn’t that he doesn’t trust you, babycakes.  He just doesn’t trust everybody else.  No matter how tight your security is, how well you can handle yourself, or how safe the environment is there is no way he’s just letting you lounge nearly naked.  The only way he’s cool with it is if he comes along, serving as your personal bouncer.  He doesn’t have to be breathing down your neck, but he doesn’t feel like you’re safe unless he’s there.  He’s at least got to be there, watching you out of the corner of his eye, stuffing his face with the food- Red was this whole thing just you trying to get free grub?  And, uh, hope everybody is fine with you sporting some lovely bite marks, if you’re mostly naked you’d have to go out of your way to hide those. 

Edge:  “NO!!  THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE!!  NOBODY BUT I SHOULD BE ADMIRING YOUR BODY LIKE THAT!!”  The thought is.. disagreeable to him.  This is going to be one hell of a hard sell; he isn’t breaking up over this, he’s more invested than that.  But it’s going to be a point of contention for a while unless something is done. 

Fell Gaster:  This scenario does not exactly apply to him.  He is… how do I put this…?  Literal Satan.  Nobody should pursue his attentions, and if they do I pray they do not capture them.  Because if he desires you then you are not his lover, datemate, partner, beloved, girl/boy friend, paramour, or spouse; you are his slave.  And I know some of you are going ‘mmm that sounds nice’ and I get it.  Trust me.  But this is not the fun kind of slave to be.  Trust me.

Fell Grillby:  Hey, you can lie around all day half dressed for him and he’ll pay you money for it.  Hell, he’ll make it rain.  He’ll feed you, he runs a restaurant, kind of.  He’ll get a lounge chair in his bar, and you can sit in it barely dressed and everybody will be too afraid of Grillby to even look in your general direction.  He just does not like you doing it for other people.  And he expresses it…. vehemently.  If you turn down his offer, which is probably a good idea, and keep doing your work he’ll be pissy about it.

What happens when you get your mom into fanfic
  • Mom: What if Cedric didn't die? And what if after the Tournament, he secluded himself in a cabin in the woods to try and cope with everything that happened in the cemetery? What if Viktor Krum came to visit because he wanted to apologize for Crucioing him when he was under Imperius? What if Viktor loved the quiet, and was content to just sit with Cedric? What if he ended up staying, and days turned into weeks, and then one morning Cedric realized he was in love with this stoic, sensitive man? What if Cedric walked up to him while Viktor was making tea, carefully set his mug down on the counter, cupped his face, and then asked if he could kiss him?
  • Me: I have never been more proud that you are my mom.
star wars characters as my childhood neighborhood
  • luke skywalker: mrs. cooper, who had a boxer puppy named abbi that was actually mine at heart, passed out candy and bunny plushies and let me use her porch to play pirates and had the coolest granddaughter
  • leia organa: good friend from up the street we played really, really complicated games with. nobody has ever played barbies harder than this. there was a lengthy, emotional plot, drama, questioned the value of life. also our elephant toys looked similar, so we married them
  • han solo: me, who named the apple tree a papple tree because i thought the apples it produced, which were very definitely just apples, tasted like peaches, and claimed one tree to be my tree of playing. you couldn't touch my tree. i loved my tree.
  • chewbacca: the tree
  • C-3PO: the big golden great dane named maggie that i tried to ride like a horse. showed up at completely random times. never understood that she wanted me to pet her, not sit astride her as we rode into narnia
  • R2-D2: maggie's evil twin, who we never saw but heard howling in the night, the reason i believed werewolves were real until i was 9
  • darth vader: the person with the cow-themed kitchen, with the cow salt-shakers and the cow apron and the cow chairs. gave me a sea horse plushie with a torn tail out of spite. used to hunt for tiny tomato frogs in their rock garden after they disappeared mysteriously
  • the emperor: the crazy cat lady with three feet of bushes obscuring her house from view, making it look like an urban jungle. her cats populated the woods and i thought they were in a cat gang, which meant the cat lady was a werecat lady, because only cats can be in a cat gang. staked out her house with binoculars. did not know how to work binoculars, mission failed.
When you were here we’d make tea at 1am because we couldn’t sleep, sipping it through careful lips, avoiding burnt tongues.
When you were here we’d lay on the grass at 2am because we couldn’t sleep, wishing on shooting stars, talking to the moon.
When you were here we’d dance to imaginary music at 3am because we couldn’t sleep, cold feet on the kitchen floor, holding each other close.
When you were here we’d talk until we could no more at 4am because we couldn’t sleep, whispering half kept promises, laughing until we cried.
When you were here we’d kiss with gentleness at 5am because we couldn’t sleep, eyelids fluttering, fingers knotted in hair.
Now you’re not here and there’s no teabags, the grass is wet, there’s no one to hold, no one to dance with and no one to kiss. Now you’re gone and I can’t sleep for real this time.
—  ~Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #13

Honestly, Metal Heart by Garbage is the most CT song in the world and no one can tell me otherwise. For real, look at some of these lyrics:

Now that we know for sure they’re telling lies
When they say no one gets hurt and therefore nobody dies
You know it’s hard to believe anything that you hear

and:

I wish I was as big as you
You’d have to tell the truth
I’d be nothing you could hurt
Nothing you could use

…hell, really, if you look at the rest of the lyrics, this could easily be a song for all of the people hurt by Project Freelancer, but CT holds a place in my heart, so what can I say? I’m partial to her.

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Those completely streamlined movements. These exquisite and flawless dance-like techniques! And working together, their power has more than tripled! Their breathing is in perfect synch as well. It’s truly perfect! One hit from that special technique can defeat even a mazoku!

anonymous asked:

(au) Ian as the ROTC leader of the school and Mickey being a pissed off parent so he goes down to the school to have a "talk" (threaten) him. He could be single, married, whatever you choose. Do with this what you will.

// ok so just for background: Mickey slept with Svetlana as a drunken dare, years ago, and she got pregnant. (She’s still a prostitute). He’s still gay but he hasn’t really ever acted on it (some casual sex maybe) and he’s closeted, but not as severely as he was on the show. He and Svetlana aren’t together, nor have they ever been. They raise Yev together but they don’t live together. And they don’t hate each other! Mickey and Ian have never met before //

// this is a total oneshot with no relation to any plotline or story I’ve written before //

Mickey was reading the paper in the kitchen when he heard the front door open. Yev always came by after his ROTC sessions on Thursday afternoons to see him. His son was usually in a good mood, but today he entered the room looking pretty downcast.

‘What’s up kid?’

Yev shrugged, opening the fridge and grabbing some juice. ‘Session was shitty,’ he said dully.

Mickey immediately got on his defence. ‘What happened? Somebody say something to you? Somebody hurt you?’

Yev came to sit opposite his father. ‘Just…these guys. It’s like they always have it out for me. I don’t expect them to be really nice or anything, I mean, it’s ROTC. But this is…something else.’

'What do they do?’

Yev’s eyes flickered to the table.

'They say stuff. About Mom.’

Mickey frowned. ‘What the fuck do they say about her?’

'They call her a - a whore. A slut,’ he said sadly. 'And they said I was an accident. They said I was a - an actual son of a bitch.’

Mickey sighed. ‘You know they’re just stupid idiots, right? Bored with their own dumb lives so they have to pick apart yours? We both know your Mom’s not a bitch.’

'That’s what I said. I said, don’t call my Mom a bitch. And then,’ he looked at Mickey, 'they said they didn’t mean my Mom when they said that. They - they meant my Dad,’ he said quietly.

Mickey didn’t say anything. He froze.

'Dad, I know you’re gay,’ Yev said gently.

He still didn’t say anything. ‘I, uh, I gotta go out,’ he said, voice tight and monotonous. He stood up to leave, to run away from this. Just like he did when he was seventeen. But Yev tugged on his arm and made him sit down again.

'No, we have to talk about this. Please,’ Yev begged. Mickey finally made himself meet his son’s eyes. They were full of worry and care. So Mickey sat down again.

'How did you know? Your Mom say something?’

Yev shook his head. ‘I’m sixteen, Dad, I’m not stupid. I see when guys come here, and I know they’re not ‘checking the pipes’ like you used to tell me. I see random shit lying around the house that doesn’t belong to us, and I know a guy left it here. I understand the innuendo-laced jokes that Mom and Mandy throw at you. And last year I - I accidentally found your DVDs,’ he said, embarrassed.

'What?’

'The porn, Dad. All guy-on-guy. I watched a bit of one, I was curious. Didn’t really do much for me, but if it does it for you, that’s fine, Dad. It’s cool. I don’t care as long as you’re alright. And you’re happy. I’m still your son and I still love you,’ Yev told him.

'Kinda feel like it’s the parent who’s supposed to say that stuff when their kid comes out to them. Not the other way around,’ Mickey said. But he pulled Yev into a firm hug. 'Thanks.’

'So anyway. I couldn’t stand to hear them talk about you and Mom like that. They called you…all sorts. But then they just kept chanting the same stuff over and over. Same word. Faggot’ He mumbled, hating the word.

'Well it’s not like I’ve not heard it before.’

'Well I hadn’t. Not in that context,’ Yev said glumly. 'It was on the walk home. They live a few streets over so it’s mostly the same route. They just kept shouting it, about you. And I hated it, I hated hearing them talk about you like that. It’s not even bad, it’s not one of your faults…why do they call you out on that instead of for something real?’

'People can be really fucking awful, Yev,’ Mickey told him. 'Believe me.’

'And it was that, along with everything about Mom. I started crying. I couldn’t help it.’

'I told you to never let people see you cry. They use it against you.’

'Yeah, they did. They kicked me.’

'They fucking hurt you?’

'Yeah because I - I tried to stand up to them.’

'Well that was never gonna work. One of you and how many of them?’

'Four.’

'Exactly. What’d you do, try and hit them?’

'No. I wouldn’t do that. I - I told them that my dad liking what he likes don’t make him a bitch,’ Yev explained.

Mickey felt his heart glowing with pride and almost felt tearful. He couldn’t think of what to say. He just clasped his son’s hand and laughed. ‘You really are my fucking son, aren’t you.’

Yev smiled. They were quiet for a moment. Then Mickey stood up. ‘Ok. I’m going to get Indian for dinner.’ Yev grinned. ‘Yeah yeah, I know it’s your favourite. You deserve it, kid,’ Mickey said, leaning to kiss him.

'Get samosas too?’ Yev asked.

'Sure. Back in a bit. Hey, do your homework, yeah? I don’t want your Mom saying I’m too easy going.’

Yev laughed. ‘Like anyone could ever think that.’

Mickey smiled and left.

-

He did go to the Indian restaurant and place an order, but they told him it wouldn’t be ready for nearly an hour. So he sat in the waiting area for a couple of minutes, flicking absently through a magazine. Then he knew he had to do something about those fucking neighbourhood assholes. So he pocketed his order number and was out the door, charging back the way he’d come.

He wasn’t intending on going after the kids directly. Sure when he was younger, he’d have gone straight to their place and bashed them a little to show them who was boss. But now he was an adult and he wouldn’t get away with it. And he didn’t want to set that kind of example to Yev. He didn’t want his son to grow up thinking that violence was always the solution like he himself had done for a long time. Too long.

So instead he headed for the ROTC centre, hoping that someone would be there he could talk to.

It was pretty empty. Most of the staff had left. The receptionist was still there though. ‘Can I help you?’

'Yeah, I need to speak to whoever runs the 16-18 group. My son’s in it. Yevgeny Milkovich.’

'Let’s see…you need Ian Gallagher. I don’t think he’s gone home yet. Try the office down the hall and to the left. His name’s on the door.’

'Thank you,’ Mickey nodded at her and made his way to this Ian Gallagher’s office and knocked on the door.

'It’s open,’ came his voice. So Mickey stepped inside. 'Can I help you?’ Mickey was initially taken aback by how young he was. He thought the young army guys were all fighting in some war somewhere, and the old ones were left here to run youth programmes like this. And not only was Ian Gallagher young, but he was fucking gorgeous. 'Sir?’ Mickey realised he’d just been staring at the man in silence for maybe a little too long.

'Yes. My son is a member. Yevgeny.’

Ian smiled. ‘Yes, Milkovich. He’s fantastic. Dedicated, loyal, talented. He could have a real future here. One of the best we’ve got.’

'That’s great, but he got home an hour ago and turns out he’s having a rough time.’

Ian raised his eyebrows. ‘Well I’m sorry to hear that. Something I did?’

Mickey shook his head. ‘No, it’s nothing to do with you. He thinks you’re great, actually. Really respects you. No, this is some other kids in the group. Messing with him. Giving him shit he doesn’t deserve.’

Ian couldn’t help but smirk at his cursing. ‘And what, ah, shit would that be?’

'They’re saying things to him. Mean things.’ He paused. 'Look, his Mom used to be a prostitute. I don’t know how they found that out, but either way, they’re insulting her, and him. Calling her names. And obviously he’s upset. It’s his Mom.’

Ian nodded. ‘I’m sorry. Clearly they’re doing it out of earshot but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel responsible for it happening. You and your wife must be very annoyed.’

Mickey hesitated. Normally he’d just go with it or lie by omission. But not this time. Not to this guy. ‘Actually I’m gay. We’re on good terms but she’s nothing more than a friend. Although yeah, she’s gonna be pissed when she hears.’

Ian nodded, taking it in stride, but Mickey didn’t miss the way the corners of his mouth turned upwards ever so slightly.

Mickey continued, ‘and the kids know too, and when they stopped using Yev’s mother to torture him, they moved on to me. Look, I can handle it when it’s said to my face, but when they’re saying it to my son? That’s not ok. At all.’

'I understand. Truly. I’m going to do something about this. You’re right. No-one should have to deal with shit like that,’ Ian smiled at Mickey as he swore.

'Yeah. Well. Forgive me for not having a great deal of faith. From experience, I guess you’re just gonna give them a slap on the wrist, if that,’ he said, getting up to leave. Ian swiftly walked around the desk, blocking Mickey’s exit.

'I’m absolutely not going to be apathetic about this. I take sexism and homophobia very seriously,’ Ian told him, gradually closing space between himself and Mickey.

'And how do I know you’re not just saying that?’ Mickey asked, also drawing closer to Ian.

Ian paused, and then grinned as he leaned in to kiss Mickey, hard. They kissed roughly for a moment, before Mickey broke away. ‘Seriously?’ Ian nodded, and Mickey laughed, taking off his shirt.

Ian quickly undressed too, reaching around Mickey to lock the door. He kissed him again, moaning. ‘Shit, I can’t get enough of your lips,’ he murmured between kisses.

'You ain’t seen nothing yet,’ Mickey said, as he dropped to his knees and practically ripped Ian’s boxers off. 'Fuck,’ he whispered, before taking him in his mouth. Ian’s hand rested on the back of his head and they settled into a rhythm. But before Mickey could finish him, Ian pulled away. Mickey looked up at him questioningly, but Ian shook his head.

'I want to fuck you,’ he said breathlessly, pulling Mickey up and pinning him against the desk in one motion. He leaned back, reaching for his wallet and retrieving a condom. Mickey barely had time to focus before Ian was inside him. He didn’t ease in or prep him, nothing. Just right in all at once. He knew what he wanted and Mickey liked that. A lot.

'Shit, Gallagher,’ he groaned, feeling Ian hit all the right notes. This guy, this damn guy…Mickey knew it was the best sex he’d had in a long while. Maybe the best sex ever. Ian had an arm wrapped around his waist, and Mickey grabbed his hand, mashing their fingers together as Ian stifled a yell by biting his shoulder.

When he came, it was fucking glorious.

Their movements slowed, as Ian kissed Mickey’s neck, then jawline. It was softer now, gentler. He slid out so that Mickey could turn and kiss him properly. ‘That was…pretty amazing,’ Mickey whispered. Ian smiled. ‘You do this with every pissed off Dad who comes in here?

'Of course not,’ Ian said. 'Only the gay ones,’ he added with a grin. Mickey laughed. 'Which is, so far, just you.’

'I’m glad about that.’ Ian cocked his head curiously.

'Why are you glad?’

Mickey shrugged. ‘Just am.’

They slowly began putting their clothes back on. ‘Hey, Ian. You think maybe…maybe I could see you again?’

'I’ll see you in your dreams,’ Ian replied, grinning. Mickey looked blank. 'You never watched Queer as Folk? What kind of homosexual are you?’

'The kind that fucks guys.’ Ian laughed.

'Look, do you want to get a drink sometime or not?’ Mickey asked.

'I thought that usually happened before intercourse,’ he said.

Mickey laughed. ‘Who the fuck calls it intercourse?’ Ian smiled.

'A drink sounds good. Here’s my number,’ he said, grabbing a scrap of paper and scribbling down his digits. 'Call me?’

Mickey took the paper. ‘Yeah. Definitely.’ He opened the door and glanced back at Ian, who kissed him lightly. ‘Later.’

-

Mickey walked into his house and dumped the bags of food on the table. ‘Sorry it took so long. They had a lot of orders.’

’S'fine. Mandy’s here,’ Yev said.

'Hey big brother,’ his sister waved from where she was perched on the kitchen counter.

'What are you doing here?’

'Nice to see you too. Jesus. I was returning your toolbox.’

'Oh, yeah. Thanks.’ Mickey said, going to hug her and greet her properly.

'So Yev tells me the cat’s out of the bag. The cat being you.’

'Turns out he already knew. But…yeah.’

'It was still great that you admitted it to him. And talked about it. I know…I know you could never do that with any of our family.’

'Did you never tell them?’ Yev asked.

'Oh, I told them alright. It was your christening. I fucking yelled it across the Alibi.’

'So…your whole family was there?’

Mickey nodded. ‘Whole family and then some. Aside from Mandy. She was at work.’

'Don’t fucking remind me,’ she said. 'I’ve always regretted taking that extra shift.’

'What happened?’ Yev asked.

Mandy looked at Mickey sadly.

Mickey looked at his son for a second before answering. ‘My Dad beat the shit out of me. He just started screaming and charging at me. Like a fucking bull. He pinned me down on the floor and hit me, and he kept hitting me. He was so much bigger than me. I couldn’t move. And there was nobody there to get him off of me. Eventually he knocked me unconscious.’

'And then I get a call from the police. They’d taken Dad away and Mickey was I’m the hospital. I get there as fast as I can. He’s in a coma. Broken arm, fractured collarbone. Nose totally smashed. Face covered in bruises and blood. I just sat there, crying over him, wondering why Dad would do this to him. Eventually I realised. I know what made Dad fly off the handle. And I’d had my suspicions about Mickey but never dwelled on them. But then it all made sense.’

'When I woke up, the police came to talk to me. They told me what had happened. He’d kept beating me even after I blacked out. And he wasn’t sorry.’ Mickey looked up at his son. Yev was pale and his eyes were heavy with tears. Mickey was about to go hug him, when Yev stood up and came over to him and stood beside him.

He wrapped his arms around his father, crying into his shoulder. ‘I can’t believe that happened to you,’ Yev sobbed. Mickey held on to him, trying not to cry himself, trying to be strong for his son. He hadn’t seen Yev cry for years. ‘Dad that’s…horrific. I know why you always changed the subject when I asked about your family. I can’t - Dad - you could’ve died,’ he choked.

'Yeah but I didn’t. I didn’t. And I’m so fucking glad he didn’t kill me because I got to raise you. You’re the most important thing. You’re the only important thing I’ve ever had in my life. Everything else before you were born was just buildup. I know I’m not father of the year or whatever but I try my best. Because - I know what it’s like when your dad doesn’t give a shit. I know what it’s like when your dad makes your life a living hell. That’s why I hate it when you’re annoyed or upset with me, even over something small or stupid, because I hate the idea that I’ve made you feel even remotely how my dad made me feel. And ever since I can remember, I’ve just been so fucking scared, Yev, that I’m going to become my father,’ Mickey said quietly.

His son pulled back and looked at him. ‘Dad, no. You’re the best Dad. Ok? It doesn’t matter that you’re not rich, that you never finished school, that you’re not some cookie-cutter doctor or lawyer father with a wife and white picket fence. You’re the best Dad because you’re always here for me, no matter what. I can tell you anything. You help me with schoolwork, you come to my parent teacher conferences. Even though you and Mom aren’t together, you make sure that this is never a broken home. But most of all, Dad, you have never hurt me, and I never question the fact that you love me. And I - I love you too.’

'Shit,’ Mickey muttered, wiping away his tears. 'Come here,’ he said, hugging him tightly. Yev was almost taller than he was. 'I’m sorry I never told you. I was worried it would fuck you up. And then as you got older I was worried you wouldn’t respect me or you’d hate me.’

'I understand why you couldn’t tell me. It’s ok. It’s not about me. This is who you are.’

They all stood in silence for a minute or so. Then Mandy offered to reheat the food, and they all ate together, laughing and joking like usual.

Afterwards, as Mickey was clearing the table, Yev suddenly spoke. ‘Where is your Dad?’

Mickey paused, and looked at Mandy. After a moment, he spoke. ‘He’s in prison. He got twenty years.’

Yev frowned. ‘So he’s getting out in four years? If it happened when I was a baby?’

'He got five more years because of bad behaviour, a few years back. But then that got reduced to two and a half. So he gets out in about six years. Provided it doesn’t change again,’ Mandy explained.

'Are you scared?’

'Yes.’ Micky’s single word hung densely in the air.

'Will they give him a restraining order or something?’

'Probably. But knowing him, that won’t work.’ There was a pause. Mickey saw the angry, determined look on his son’s face. 'Hey, do not go looking for him. Under any circumstances. Ok?’

'I won’t,’ Yev agreed. But that was one promise he probably wouldn’t keep.

-

A little over a week later, Yev rolled out of bed. Saturday morning was when he went running, and he immediately pulled on some clothes. He’d shower when he got back, but he needed to pee. He walked down the hall towards the bathroom, but saw it was locked. He could hear his Dad peeing, so he leaned against the wall and waited. After a moment, he heard the toilet flush and then the door opened. His mouth dropped open. He was face to face with his ROTC instructor. His shirtless ROTC instructor.

'Morning, Milkovich,’ Ian said simply, grinning at him cheerfully.

Yev just watched him walk back towards his Dad’s room, still in disbelief. His instructor was gay? And he was dating his Dad? His head was spinning.

But then he smiled. He realised that his Dad wasn’t hiding this stuff from him anymore. And that was fucking great.

// the end. Hope this was ok. It ended up being longer and deeper than I originally intended. (plus you’ll notice I planted the seeds for a potential follow up…let me know if you want me to write that! Otherwise PLEASE keep prompting me!! //

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oh my goodness gracious it’s done. I’ve always had a fondness for Sonic Unleashed, and after playing it (and ripping my hair out at water-based stages), I thought it’d be nice to try drawing Sonic interacting with the NPCs, because I always kinda liked the idea of him meeting a whole lot of people in his travels, and how he’d get along with them (and they are SUPER fun to draw). I’m probably not gonna draw any more folks, mostly because if I ever got up to Shamar, I’d be sobbing in a corner.

I don’t enjoy playing. Because it was a game that was born during a brutal age when life counted for little. Everyone believed that some people were worth more than others. Kings and pawns. I don’t think that anyone is worth more than anyone else. Chess is just a game. Real people are not pieces. You can’t assign more value to some of them than to others. Not to me. Not to anyone. People are not a thing that you can sacrifice. The lesson is that anyone who looks on the world as if it was a game of chess deserves to lose.
—  Harold Finch (Person of Interest)

anonymous asked:

Just to be clear on this I was one of the persons that screenshot Dinah's aunt Leilani's tweet. YES SHE DELETED THE TWEET AND IT WAS REAL!! I saw it with my own eyes! I even got to message the girl that also tweeted to Leilani saying "what wut wut" I couldn't believe it so I screenshot it and send it to one of my few friends and to a Camren group chat. They couldn't believe it either!! I swear I'm not lying😩 at 2:35pm she tweeted/2:37pm I screenshot it. Then she deleted the tweet!

anonymous asked:

I mean do these "Brennan doesn't love Booth" people for get about the time she said would not be OK if she lost both him and Christine, that she was so bound to him she couldn't survive without him, and therefore could never cheat on him, how when he steers away from his faith she pushes him back to it. Because while she has no grievances about speaking on how she thinks religion is a myth, she knows it's important to Booth, etc. Are these people blind?

I don’t know, anon, maybe they do have a point…

“I could’ve so easily been like her, just missing the opportunity to live my life with you. I would thank God, if I believed in one.”

Now for real, I honestly do not believe these people watch the show, or at least not regularly, and maybe they watch while they do other things, like clean their place etc (I’ve read once that Bones is the kind of show that you can watch as a background noise - which I totally disagree with, but how would they even know if they never watch the show attentively to find out it absolutely requires full attention?) so they miss like 90 % of what’s going on. Because if you watch the show regularly, and you actually watch it and pay attention, then I find it absolutely impossible to think Brennan doesn’t love Booth, no way.

If anyone who really watches the show (because we know there are people who have never watched a single episode but hate the show anyway, for some reason, and feel the need to participate in comment sections) and doesn’t do tons of other things while watching, really doesn’t see the amount of love Brennan has for Booth, that seriously goes beyond my understanding.

anonymous asked:

Am I the only one who always took that video of Harry nodding as him being sick of questions like that? Not that that means Larry isn't real, but like he couldn't believe fans actually went up to him and asked him that.

I took it as him being wary, but the second he got a positive response from the girl, he lit up.

You’re not the only one–there’s been a lot of conversation and debate about that video.