i dunno where i got the idea

Daddy’s treasures.

Hi there! This is a short blurb that came to my mind today morning and I needed to bring it to life (It involves dad Harry, and, who doesn’t love dad Harry?)

A reminder: Requests are opened

Enjoy :) !!!

“Daddy, it’s my turn to hide. Close your eyes.” The three year-old girl giggled as she grabbed her father’s hands and tried to bring them to his eyes “C’mon daddy, help me! your hands are very big.” Harry chuckled at the cute little frown settled on her chubby face, as she shook his arms in impatience “Okay, okay.” He obeyed his daughter’s demand, thinking to himself that bossiness was one of the many features she had inherited from her mother, you. The next thing he sensed was the continuous sound of her tiny shoes hitting against the grass, as she run towards her next hiding spot.

You were sitting in a deck chair, looking over the scrapbook Harry had made for your third year as a mother. The paper squares that captured your first steps as parents of a beautiful baby girl, along with the cheesy captions written below, melted your heart. You were so captivated by the images, that the sudden snuggle from your daughter made you flinch “Hey sweetie, what are you doing?” She didn’t give any answer, instead, she curled up in the gap your cross-legged position offered. “Sydney, what’s up, could you tell Mommy?” “I’m hiding from Daddy. He’ll never find me.“ You couldn’t help but laugh when she playfully stuck out her tongue.   

“Are you ready Syd?” Harry shouted from one corner of the garden, to which she replied with a loud, long “Yep!” He got up from his sitting position and stretched his limbs before heading to look for his princess “Mmmm, where can you be?” he muttered as he moved his head from one side to the other, scanning the area. A wide dimpled grin made its home in his face when he spotted a mess of little curls in between your legs. As he got nearer to you both, the high innocent giggles of the child became better audible, confirming his guess. “Mommy is he around?” Sydney whispered, playing with the ties of you shorts. You looked at Harry, biting your lip in an attempt to not chuckle, in return, he winked at you “Love, have you got any idea of where our baby is?” “No, not at all” You felt Sydney leave a light kiss on your thigh, thanking you for not giving her away “She’s really good at this, isn’t she?” “Absolutely” Harry crawled silently until he was right beside the improvised nest your legs made for your daughter. Sydney didn’t even notice as she was too distracted with the colourful ties “Hold on Love, I… think… I… found her!” He took her out from where her small figure rested and rose her up to the sky. The chocolate-eyed girl kicked her legs in the air as loud guffaws broke out from her mouth. When she landed she run towards you to give you a hug “Thanks for helping me Mommy, I love ya.” She spread little kisses all over your face.

The sight Harry had right in front of his eyes brought him goosebumps. Before Sydney’s arrival, three years ago, he didn’t think he could be happier than he was just with you. He reckoned he was at peak of most joy in his life, that nothing was left. Then his little angel came into his life and proved him wrong. The first time he holded her in between his arms his heartbeat rose like never before. Everything about her was tiny and delicate and he couldn’t believe how such a small creature could bring that huge amount of happiness and love. You weren’t less for him; bliss stepped first into his life thanks to you. You two met at college, where he came from an environment of hate and harassment towards him in behalf of his classmates, in other words, he had been bullied. You helped him get over that dark past and returned him the confidence he had lost. You loved him when he was at his lowest and took him out of the spiral of sadness he was in. You were his most beautiful and valuable treasure until Sydney showed up, then she joined the club.

He felt the luckiest man in the world.

That was when he decided to bring the idea constantly settled at the back of his mind to life.

“My loves, I’ll be right back.”

[Few days later]

Harry came back from another day at the park with Sydney. He was placing all the toys they took with them back in their box when she let go of his grip and run to the garden where you were swimming “Baby girl be careful, don’t run that fast.” He interrupted his activity to look after her “Daddy let’s join Mommy, pleaaase.” She begged with puppy eyes “Yeah Hazz, what are you waiting for?” you insisted.

He grabbed Sydney by the hand and took her to her room where he changed her clothing for a swimsuit; he later did the same with his. 

Once in his father’s arms, she noticed a foreign spot in the middle of his clean skin “Daddy, what’s that? Did you stain yourself playing with the markers?” She touched the words with her silky pads “No sweetie. It’s a tattoo.” She gave him a confused look “It’s something you draw on your skin which, most of the times, is meaningful” She brought her thumb to her mouth as she studied it “Have you got any idea of what it is?” “Of course Daddy, I’m a very clever girl.” He chuckled “Okay tell me” The naive child opened her eyes wide, as she realised she hadn’t an answer “Ehh… I dunno.” He gave a loving stroke to her cheek and later placed a kiss on it “It’s yours and Mommy’s name. And it’s located at the area where my heart is because you both are always in my heart.” She blushed and nuzzled in his chest, giggling “I like it very much.” He tickled her tummy,

“And you know what? the best part is that it’ll last forever, just as my love for you two”


thesharkgreatwhite  asked:

Something tells me that us airforce is way more stronger than most decepticons maybe starscream should turn into a b1, b2 bomber or even ac130 Still he had a good idea copying one of the most advanced fighter jet f22 raptor

there is no way the us airforce, or any aeronautical technology originating from earth, could surpass a cybertronian frame. since you’re mentioning the f-22 i’ll assume you mean to reference the bay movies, in which it’s explained that most modern technology originated from studying megatron. even so, energon is clearly a superior energy source to fossil fuels, and everything born of cybertron is inherently optimized for mechanical efficiency.

but yeah, he did the best he could with an f-22 raptor.

What I want in season 3 either before or after Chloe finds out is for one of Lucifer’s siblings to go to the precinct looking for ‘Samael” and everyone to slowly work out their talking about Lucifer and Dan to mishear him and just be there going “Samuel, his name is Samuel! All that time talking about devils and godgiven names and his name isn’t even Lucifer”

anonymous asked:

Hi there! First off, your writing is amazing and you are a cute and pretty person. Secondly, could you write some fluffy and/or funny headcanons for a fem s/o who is pregnant and in a poly relationship with Noct and Prompto? Thanks <3

You’re too kind, darling!!! Thank you so much! I got you on those headcanons! 

I don’t have any personal experience with a true poly relationship. I’ve been a couple’s “girlfriend” before but I dunno that was toxic that was a mess let it stay in the garbage where it belongs (withardyn). IN ANY CASE! I love the idea of Poly!Promtis so I gave it my best shot despite my lack of experience!!

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Whoops, I sorta phased out of existence for a bit longer than intended. I needed a break a few weeks ago so I stepped away from tumblr and dA for a bit.

I kept drawing a bit though! I did take the week of Valentine’s totally off because I was exhausted all week. I think I was fighting off illness or something. It felt like I was either at work or in my bed the whole week.

In any case, I’ve been holding out on posting any Joybaps because I’m still working on her design, but on the other hand I’ve got all these drawings laying around. These are posted fairly in order of drawn. I moved away from the yellow/pink because I realized I was doing THAT YELLOWQUIET THING where I try to draw Fluttershy but not. :V But I dunno, maybe it’s different enough. I’m open to critique, comments or ideas as her design is still fairly liquid.

I have a bit more to post so I’ll smash that in the next one on its own.

One Year | A Gaston Story (Chapter Three)

One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

It wasn’t yet sunrise when Anne began stirring restlessly in the unfamiliar bed in Gaston’s Tavern. When she woke, she momentarily forgot her surroundings. Beginning a new day in a home that wasn’t a cottage stuck in the French countryside was surreal and her conversations and encounters from the previous night began to surface. Sifting through the dark, Anne lost her balance while leaning off the bed. She immediately fell onto the floor with a thud.

“Ow,” she groaned. The girl was awfully clumsy, bumping into several corners and objects as she maneuvered her way through the room.

Taking the curtains in one hand, she pulled the fabric aside steadily, as if fearing it may rip, and the streetlights from outside filled the room with faint light. The night was a bit of a blur, she had been exhausted from her journey, but she couldn’t forget the handsome yet uncouth man she met in the tavern downstairs. And there he was, the subject of the painting hanging above the fireplace, with the identical crimson jacket seen in every other painting in the tavern. The man was proudly displaying his gun while sitting upright with perfect posture on a jet-black horse. His eyes were different, though, she noticed. In the painting, the jade coloring was so distracting that its vibrant shade did not seem genuine. In reality, Anne had already noticed that his eyes were darker, an earthy green and brown that swirled together. They concealed certain secrets and powerful emotions. It was clear from the previous night that he was a dispirited man, and so gazing upon this painting that should have conveyed strong feelings of heroism and greatness simply made her feel downhearted.

The room she was staying in was very unkempt, that much was obvious. The painting’s only other companions were hunting trophies from years gone by and a massive deer head mounted on the beige wall. Miscellaneous furniture was positioned randomly throughout the bedroom: a frail, sad-looking writing desk, a rotting wooden closet stained with years of watermarks, and a powder blue cushioned chair in perfect condition, never touched.

As she gently closed the door to the room, her attention shifted to the locked door across the hall: Gaston’s room. It seemed awfully quiet in there. Anne pondered whether or not it would be appropriate to knock on the door but eventually decided against it. She would just venture downstairs to the tavern and wait until Gaston or Lefou spotted her.


Every morning, Gaston would wake before the sunrise to sit alone in the tavern and linger on the past. This approach wasn’t necessarily intended to help him or boost his confidence for that matter (in fact, it did quite the opposite) but Gaston sometimes enjoyed remembering. He didn’t recognize the man in the paintings anymore. He didn’t recognize the man from six months ago. He needed people to love him. He needed people to idolize him. That was Gaston. But after the night he attacked the Beast, everyone shunned him and it was shocking, to him, that they hadn’t kicked him out of the village already. That night in June was now only a blur: Belle dismounting her horse and confirming Maurice’s story about a Beast in the castle, the magic mirror, the mob, his brutal attack on the Beast, falling to his death (or so he thought) from the castle only to be given a death sentence. It was unfair. The tavern’s vibrations of music and laughter were long gone – Silence was all the war hero knew presently. He didn’t know himself without the constant validation and love he needed from his companions.

Anne reached the last step and rounded the corner to discover Gaston, deep in thought, staring at the assemblage of antler decorations on the wall. He looked different…he wasn’t flushed with anger and practically foaming at the mouth…it was a self-reflective moment, so Anne felt awkward about clearing her throat to announce her presence. To her surprise, he didn’t ask her to leave or demand she return to her room, he simply half-grinned and pointed upstairs.

“Was that you earlier?” He asked. It took Anne a few moments to realize he was referring to the thud.

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S-I-N, I S-I-N

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @speedywheelz. “imagine where Gerard walks in on you reading naughty fanfics about him haha”.

You got a notification on your phone that your favorite MCR fanfic author had just posted a new oneshot. You weren’t sure why you still followed them, to be honest. You’d tried to distance yourself from the Tumblr fandom after you started dating Gerard for real.

Part of that was because of the flurry of anons you’d started getting in your inbox when the tabloids got wind of your relationship. Some of the questions were just invasive (what’s Gerard really like in bed? ;) ) while others were outright hostile (Wtf makes you think you deserve to date him?!). The worst part was the fanfic authors who wrote stories where Gerard broke up with you, or even ones where you died, so that their OC and Gerard could be together. On the other hand, some writers had started calling you and Gerard their “OTP”. That was even weirder.

But, this writer was just so good that you couldn’t bring yourself to unfollow her. She hadn’t posted anything in a while, so you hadn’t really thought about her for some time. You found yourself clicking onto the fic anyway. Pairing: Gerard x Reader, the description warned. Genre: Smut.

You blushed, remembering all the lonely nights when you’d still been single and had gotten yourself off on the fantasies this author spun. Gerard wasn’t home at the moment, and you were feeling a little lonely. For old time’s sake, you thought, and, hesitantly, began to read.

You found yourself getting really into it, your temperature climbing as you read the filthy, kinky sexual situation the author was describing.

Your fingers twisted into Gerard’s hair as he thrust into you more deeply and moaned, “Oh, Y/N, yes……..Y/N……..”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” said a voice behind you, and you jumped.

“Gerard?!” you gasped, turning around to see your boyfriend standing there with a raised eyebrow. “Y….You’re home early…..”

“Yeah, I finished up my work a little faster than I thought I was going to,” Gerard explained, still looking at you curiously. “What are you reading over there?”

“Nothing!” you said quickly, turning red and clutching your phone to your chest.

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When I got to the end of chapter 142 where Kouren is saved from being shot, I was going ‘uuuuhhhggghhh!!’ because we don’t yet know what she will make of it, and I was thinking she will either:

  1. Suspect that Gobi and his cult of creeps was potentially behind it due to their hostility before and the fact that they don’t trust/like her at all and she seemingly knows this. 
  2. Suspect that the arrow was fired by someone from Kouka at the request of Soo-Won even though it wasn’t *eyes Gobi* which will make her super angry and not in the mood to meet up with him to talk, or…
  3. Suspect that the arrow was fired by someone from Kouka and it turns out it was someone from Kouka acting on Soo-Won’s orders, or perhaps even Kye-Sook’s orders (without Soo-Won’s knowledge). Gobi stalling Yona earlier was just a red herring, in this case.

No matter who the culprit turns out to be or who Kouren ends up suspecting (be it one of the above hunches or otherwise) I was thinking that, damn, Yona’s really going to have to pull out her persuasive words once more and convince Kouren that meeting with Soo-Won is a good idea(?) and that he really did agree to such a thing despite the arrows that are flying and the mistrust filling the air, and the others are going to have to back her up really well. 

Until I realised that Yona (whom Kouren never really trusted all that much, has seen and complimented on her fine shooting, and doesn’t know succeeded in getting Soo-Won to pause and talk to them) has just waltzed in after the attempted shooting… carrying a bow ( .__.)


Flattery Will Get You Nowhere

Request: I don’t know if you’ve done one already like this, but could you do one where the reader is in the glade when Thomas comes up, and she’s the one that shows him around and such? And also, could you maybe include it where the reader is a really good fire, and on every bone fire night, she and gally fight because when she first got in the maze she beat gally? I dunno, just an idea that that’s when Thomas first really, really notices her.. Xxx

Warnings: none

You stood set down the planks of wood you’d been carrying and stretched, arching your back, before heading off to retrieve more. Gally jogged past you, a smug grin on his face. You rolled your eyes and called out after him, “Seriously?”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little friendly competition,” he yelled back as he hefted four planks onto his shoulders. You shook your head, sprinted over, and picked up five.

“Nothing at all,” you huffed, jogging to keep up with your keeper’s long stride. Maybe you and Gally acted under the facade of ‘friendly competition’ but everyone knew that both of you were dead set on winning anything and everything and the only thing you hated more than losing was losing to him. You had just set down your five planks and jumped out of the way of the four Gally nearly dropped on your foot when the siren announcing the coming of the box sounded through the glade. Without even exchanging a glance, you and Gally raced off to the box. You were always faster than Gally, but he was stronger. When you finally arrived, you put your hands on your knees, gasping for breath, but grinned all the same when Gally came huffing behind you.

Just as you heard the box screech to a stop, Newt and the other gladers gathered around. Gally pulled open the top hatch and jumped in before you had the chance. Peering over the edge, you caught sight of the new greenie. He was dark haired and handsome with pretty brown eyes.

“Day one, Greenie. Rise and shine,” you heard Gally say as he reached out to help the newbie to his feet. You rolled your eyes. Gally usually spent all month coming up with something dramatic to say to the new greenie. As soon as he got up out of the box and on solid ground, the green bean took off running. You stood by, mildly impressed by his speed. Cringing as his foot caught and he plummeted to the ground in a face plant, you jogged over with the others to watch Newt and Alby make introductions.
“This here is the glade. Don’t worry, your memory loss is completely normal, it happens to all of us. I’m Alby, and this is Newt, my second in command.” the new kid nodded numbly, still craning his neck to get a good look at the place. You remembered your first day and how scared you were. It was only ten months ago, but it felt like an eternity. “Y/n!” Alby called, motioning for you to come over. “Why don’t you show greenie here around?”

You grinned and stuck out your hand to shake the Greenie’s. He took it tentatively, but shook it all the same. “Welcome home, Greenie. My name’s Y/n. Follow me, and I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

As you guided him around the glade, explaining everything you could, you couldn’t help but like the new guy. He was quiet at first, yes, but as the tour went on, he began asking good questions and you got the feeling that this guy was smarter than he looked. Not that there was anything wrong with how he looked- he was actually extremely handsome.

“So listen, there are a bunch of different jobs to choose from. Starting tomorrow, for the next week or so you’ll be testing them out and seeing what you’re good at,” you explained as you walked past the homestead.

“What kind of jobs are there?” he asked, pausing for a moment to glance inside one of the windows.

“Well, there’s lots. You’ve got your track hoes, who tend to the crops, you’ve got your builders, that one’s obvious, you’ve got your sloppers, pretty much anyone living and breathing could do that job, your slicers, nasty work that is, and your runners to name a few.”

“Runners?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. You put forth conscious effort to keep from rolling your eyes.

“Runners. They spend their days running the maze, looking for a way out. Now don’t be getting any ideas, got it shank? Only the best and brightest can survive out there in the maze,” you added sternly, cutting him a sharp look.

“Well then why aren’t you a runner?” he asked, looking up at you with his dark handsome eyes. Ducking your head and blushing, you mumbled out a response.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, newbie. And besides, someone has to keep all these shanks in line.”

The rest of the tour went well even though he asked torrents of questions, and then you were off to work again, leaving the newbie under the care of Chuck. You couldn’t help but get distracted as you worked, watching the greenie follow Chuck around the glade, retrieving a sleeping bag for him and other odds and ends that made life here more comfortable. Chuck was sweet, but he could be incredibly annoying. However, the greenie seemed to handle him well. You smiled as Chuck laughed out loud at something the greenie said, a smile creeping onto his own lips.

“Oh, come on, Y/n. You didn’t strike me as the type,” Gally called, snapping you out of a daze. You rolled your eyes and turned to face him.

“The type to what, pray tell?”

“The type to get the hots for the greenie,” he teased, eyes glinting with mirth and a smirk on his face. You cocked your hip and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Oh please, I’m just curious. He seems to be handling it better than most. I want to know what’s different.”
“Yeah, sure, you’re just curious,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, guaffing at your indignant expression.

~Thomas POV~

“Come on, dude, it’s time for the bonfire!” Chuck squealed, pulling Thomas by the arm towards a congregation of gladers surrounding a tall structure of wood.

“Bonfire?” he asked, glancing at Chuck with a furrowed brow. He kept jabbering on about things Thomas obviously didn’t know about, and it was driving him mad.

“Yeah, every time the box comes up with supplies and a new greenie we have a bonfire to celebrate,” he chirped. Thomas shrugged, glancing around the darkening glade. He’d rather go to sleep and try to process what had happened thus far, but got the feeling that that wasn’t exactly an option. As they approached, someone lit the wooden structure, creating a blazing fire. He caught sight of Y/n among the crowd, her face illuminated in the orange light, her eyes shining.

“Alright shanks, who’s next?” a harsh voice hollered from beside the fire. He spun around to see Gally standing over another glader lying prone on the ground, coughing up sand. His stomach clenched uncomfortably.

“Chuck, I thought one of the rules was to never harm another glader,” Thomas murmured, pointing to Gally as the boy scrambled to his feet with a groan. Chuck opened his mouth to respond when a large hand slapped Thomas’s back.

“Ahh, this is different. All fun and games, yeah?” a voice nearly shouted in his ear over the chatter of the other gladers. The asian kid, Minho, gave a devilish grin and pointed back to Gally. Thomas noticed with a jolt that Y/n was approaching him, a determined glint in her eye. “Oh, now you’re in for a show. See, when Y/n came up in the box, being the first girl ‘n all, she was a little…”

“Defensive,” Newt chimed in, sidling over and standing on my other side, a jar full of some unknown liquid in his right hand.

Minho nodded appreciatively. “Yes, defensive. Anyway, we always have these fights for fun at the bonfires, and Gally always dominates, but her first night, that tough little shank stepped up to the plate and kicked his pony lovin’ butt. It was the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life.”

“So, now,” Newt said, picking up where Minho left off. “She fights Gally every bonfire because neither of them can end on a loss. Her record is 4 and 6, so we’re all hoping she can bring home another win tonight,” he said, a grin on his face.

Thomas watched in awe as Y/n cracked her knuckles and bared her teeth in a grin at Gally, who smirked. They circled around each other threateningly. He looked like a pitbull in a dogfight, but Y/n looked like a lioness closing in for the kill. Gally attacked first, lunging forward and swinging at her head, but Y/n was fast. She ducked out of the way and maneuvered herself so that she was behind him, batting him upside the head before he could even turn around. When he did turn, he faked going for her midsection, but at the last second bent down and swept her legs out from under her. Y/n fell to the floor, Gally following after her, pinning her to the ground by the shoulders. A collective groan went up from the gladers, but Minho shook his head, patting Thomas on the chest distractedly, never taking his eyes off of the fight. “Nah, she’s got it- just watch.”

Just when he thought it was over for Y/n and that she couldn’t unseat Gally, she wrapped her legs around his waist and used all of her strength to flip him under her. Gally huffed in surprise as his own shoulders were slammed to the ground. Y/n sat on top of him and held him down, grinning triumphantly. “Better luck next time,” she taunted, hopping to her feet and offering Gally a hand to help him up. He brushed off her help and rolled his eyes, stalking away and muttering.

“Whoa,” Thomas muttered, watching Y/n tie back her hair and laugh at something one of the boys had said to her. She was gorgeous. Not just pretty or attractive, but absolutely gorgeous, with sparkling eyes and glossy hair and the most radiant smile. Minho caught her eye and waved her over, and Thomas’s stomach instantly squirmed.

“Easy there, Greenie, I promise she won’t bite,” Newt chuckled, making Thomas’s face turn red.

~Y/n POV~

you approached your friends and the greenie, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead. “So that makes it 5 and 6, yeah? I’m catching up!” you said, putting your hands on your hips.

“Nice!” Minho exclaimed, high fiving you as Newt slapped you on the back. “Our favorite girl is back in business!”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, ruffling Chuck’s hair, and then turned to the newbie, who had fallen strangely quiet. “Enjoying the party, Greenie?” you asked kindly. The greenie looked up in surprise at being addressed.

“My name’s Thomas,” he corrected smoothly, as though without a second thought. You froze, looking at Minho and Newt with wide eyes. Once Thomas realized what he’d just said, his eyes lit up. “I remember!”

“Yeah you do! Well, welcome to the glade, Thomas. I’m sure we’ll be the very best of friends,” you told him with a wink that made his face turn an even darker shade of red.

“You were awesome in the fight, by the way,” Thomas added, trying not to meet your eyes. You stared him dead on anyways, chuckling and saying,

“Flattery will get you nowhere, shank.”

I'll Carry Your Name FAQ

Q.) When does this end?

A.) June 18th. The day of the pride parade.

Q.) Will you do this again next year?

A.) Definitely. I also want to do it on a larger scale/bring on people to do it per region(U.S.) and country.

Q.) Can I do something similar to your pride notebook?

A.) Sure but like… I dunno tbh just mention where you got the idea from I guess(I don’t really mind honestly).

Q.) I don’t see my name and I reblogged it??!

A.) Page listing are drafted and only posted when tge page is filled. Currently there aren’t enough names to post the next page so it hasn’t been posted yet.

Q.) How do you accept names? 

A.) If you reblog the original post (the one on this blog from my main witch-daggah) and and a comment/reply/or tag with your name/nickname/url OR via ask/pm. I will NOT add your name if you reply to a page listing or any other post that isn’t thr original.

Q.) What’s the point?

A.) This year is the first year that I can go to anything pride related. I just want everyone to get to go. Even if it’s in my silly notebook as a name.

anonymous asked:

I think?? This is a little off? But? I get the feeling? That?? You're not straight??? I mean I don't know *where* I got that idea??

huh i dunno my pal i am definitely a hetéro

So awhile back I’d gotten an idea for an AU for Percy Jackson where the only difference was that the daughter of a minor god was also in the group.

I got the idea because for everything I love about Percy Jackson, Riordan never really has a child of a minor god in the main cast to personalize that feeling that you aren’t important. That’s what the children of the minor gods feel and that’s why they side with the titans, they feel unimportant, sidelined, whether their divine parent loves them or not is irrelevant when their divine parent isn’t considered important enough to even have their own cabin at Camp Half-Blood.

I differ from Riordan on interpretational opinions, but I wouldn’t change those. Making this feeling of unimportance that the children of minor gods handle a more personal feeling with a major character? I would change that, because I think it’s important to show that those feelings are valid, because the story even grants that the feeling is valid but it’s always spoken to the leads, maybe a lead should actually feel it, just a thought.

But eh, who knows? I might also just really wanna write a fic where one of the leads is a child of Phobos because Phobos is my favorite god from a mythology standpoint.


Request by anon:Sam and the reader both CLEARLY like each other and yet the only one who catches the signs is Dean, who tries to play matchmaker several times (and fails) until Sam and Reader finally admit their feelings while drunkenly celebrating a hunt.

Word Count: 1903

Warnings: None

Version en Español: Increíble

They were at it again. This flirting that wasn’t quite flirting. Why they didn’t just get naked and admit how they felt about each other already was a mystery to Dean. Not that they should need to admit anything: they wore their feelings on their sleeves.

“Don’t you dare,” you warned Sam, trying and failing to hide your smile. Dean had been your friend for years, and he only saw that smile when you looked at his brother. “You promised you would never tell any—“

“We were on a hunt in Minnesota, right?” Sam overrode you, leaning forward to capture Charlie’s attention.

“Samuel Winchester—“ Sam cut you off by covering your mouth with his hand.

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Baby Winchester part four

Part One, Part Two, Part Three.

Originally posted by mooseleys

The boys had left on another hunt, and completely spaced the fact that your birthday was that week. On the your birthday you sat next to the window waiting for your brothers to return.

“Hey what’s wrong Smiles?” Bobby asks. “It’s your birthday, you should be happy.”

“They coulda stayed home for once… they’re missing my birthday.” You reply sadly.

“I know Smiles… I know.”

“They always do this. Do they love me?” Bobby sighs and scoops you up in his arms.

“Don’t say that. They love you so much. The reason why they’re always gone is basically because they have a job to do and they don’t want to see you hurt.” He explains. “They’ll tell you why they are always gone when you’re a little older.” A few tears slide down your cheeks.

Bobby wipes some of the tears away with his thumb. He then tells you that you could watch some cartoons only if you could calm down a little bit. You nod slightly.

> > > >

Bobby had called up Dean, and hands you the phone, once Bobby got done chewing your brothers out.

“Hey Baby Bug.” Sam says.

“Sorry that we aren’t there to celebrate your birthday.” Dean adds.

“I miss you… ” You say.

“We miss you too Sweetheart, we’ll be home soon… we’ll celebrate your birthday then that’s a promise.” Your brothers say.

“Okay.” You reply. Your brothers then hang up. You sigh. Bobby takes the phone from your hand.

“Will they keep their promise?” You ask.

“If they don’t, you can tell them that they are big fat meanies.” Bobby tells you. You crack a small smile.

“There’s a smile.”


Your brothers just got back. You basically latch yourself onto Dean’s pant leg and you don’t want to let go.

“Hey there Bug.” Dean says with a grin. “Mind letting me go?” You shake your head. Your (eye color) orbs looking up at your big brother.

“Here I got her.” Sam says. He kneels down and tickles you. You shriek and let go of Dean. You start to whine when he leaves the room. Sam then wraps his strong arms gently around your small body.

“It’s okay sweetheart. He just needed to use the restroom.” Sam says as he plays with your hair. You calm down a little bit.

“You really missed us didn’t you Buggy.” You nod in reply. Tears slide down your cheeks.

“Please don’t cry. We’ll never leave you permanently. We’ll always come back home to you. That’s a promise.”

“You’ve broken promises before.” You reply. “Why would this one be any different?” Sam sighs. That’s when Dean gets out of the restroom.

“Sam can I talk to you for a minute or two?” Dean asks. Sam sighs and gets up.

“Sammy.” You say wanting your brother. Sam looks at you and smiles sadly.

“It’s okay sweetheart. I’m just going to be in the next room for a few minutes.” Sam tells you.

-Sam PoV-

“Dean I think that we should stop hunting for a little bit.” I say.

“Sam what are you talking about?” Dean asks.

“Dean… Y/N hasn’t seen us for a while, and well you saw how she acted when I got up.” I reply.

“I dunno Sam.” Dean replies rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean it is a good idea, but what if Buggy gets hurt?” Before I could reply, Y/N starts to cry as if she had gotten hurt.

-Your PoV-

Sam walks into the room where you were with a concerned look on his face. He then notices that your nose wad bleeding.

“Buggy, what happened?” Sam asks as he picks you up.

“Fell.” You reply with a whimper. Sam hides a small smirk at least it was just a nosebleed from falling… not from something else.

“Everyone falls down and gets hurt, Dean and I are no exception.” Sam tells you as he sets you on the bathroom counter. He then shows you how to take care of a nosebleed.

“What happened?” Dean asks.

“Buggy fell and got a small nosebleed.” Sam replies. “Could have been way worse.” Dean nods in agreement.

Ahh, so I wrote a little Sterek fic today! Now that it’s summer, I finally had time.

Oh, and I was inspired by this Buzzfeed video, because it was very cute.

(word count ~2k, rated T)


The title card of the video reads “Guys kissing guys for the first time!” in big, glittering bubble letters. Underneath is the neat caption, “Erica R., Gender & Society film project, Fall 2015.”


“Wow, I did not think this through,” Stiles laughs, running a nervous hand through his hair. “I think I’m just gonna–”

“Nope.” Erica shoves him back into the chair. The movement makes the blue sheet she hung up as a backdrop ripple. “I already paid you and you already spent it, so shut up and stop being a wimp.” She turns and adjusts something on the camera. “Okay, let’s start over. How many times have you ever kissed a guy?”

Stiles glances at the camera, then back to Erica. “Uh, never. Zero. That’s kind of the whole point, right?”

His whole face is turning a dull, rosy red.

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vulcanupthatbitch  asked:

So, it is canon that helix has a crush on Twintelle! Biff said that he used to watch her movies during his childhood. So since he's known as DNA man, isnt he an adult?? He would age much differently, kind of like how animals(dogs, etc) do....

man i dunno how to feel about this information, i was so attached to the idea of her treating him like a son /rip

It is stated on the ARMS Website that Helix is in fact 2 years old, but I assume that refers to the date of his creation, being two years ago.
Helix’s actual intelligence is far greater than that of a two year old (even if he does act a little bit childish), so it’s a little harder to gauge what his ‘mental age’ would be.
Then you’ve got his actual design, where he normally looks like a more adult human.

The best bet I have is that when they refer to Helix’s ‘childhood’, I imagine it’s about his first year of being alive.

Considering how Helix was able to leave ARMS Lab, register himself as a fighter, know when he’s romantically attracted to someone and among other things, I would personally consider Helix an adult (at least in terms of mental age?).

But I suppose legally he’d still technically be a toddler? So perhaps he’s not permitted to do more adult things? *shrugs*

Then again, at the end of the day Helix isn’t human. For example, an Alien that is 2 years of age and only lives up to 4 years, would already be in their midlife by now. Animals too, they age and mature at different rates than we do.
To us Helix may only be two years old, but to Helix (and possibly even The Cell) he considers himself to be older.

My final answer is that he’s an Adult, but what are your guy’s thoughts on this one?

- Mod Kid Cobra

anonymous asked:

What's your take on the "You're like a brother to me" line? I've seen so many interpretations of it from both antis and shippers, and I was wondering what you have to say about it. Love your thoughts!



You have to take everything in context

Keith is not talking to Shiro, he’s talking to Brain!Shiro, his own Shiro interpretation. And that Shiro doesn’t say “Keith, I’m all that you need” he says “We’re all the family you need”.

So it’s actually Keith thinking Shiro sees him as kind of a brother, so ofcourse he says the same thing back. What do you expect him to say? “Shiro, you’re like the man of my dreams to me, but I have to do this”? I mean cmon… Hardly the time.. or the place.. 

And sometimes saying “you’re like a brother to me” is the only way you think you can express your love for another man without fucking up your relationship and making it awkward by admitting you want more, specially if you think he sees you in a brotherly way. Like that’s hardly anything new..

I dunno, if I was in Keith’s place and I had a thing for a guy like Shiro (who’s so amazing and so hot and a bit older) and I loved him very much and I didn’t think he would return my feelings, then I’d be scared of saying something that might drive him away from me or make things weird between us. I’d stick with brothers too. “Brothers” will let me love him and be as close to him as I could possibly get.

And I’m not saying that he doesn’t see him as a brother. Maybe he does, I dunno. This is where it all really comes to sexuality I think.

The love is there. If Keith is straight, then yeah it is brotherly and it will stay brotherly. But if he’s not, then I don’t see a reason why the hell he won’t consider Shiro as a potential romantic partner… I mean, I’ve got straight buddies who would totally date Shiro! haha

And because we have no idea if Keith’s heart beat faster when Allura pressed her boobs against him or when Shiro held him in his strong arms… I don’t really think there’s a definite answer to if he sees him in a brotherly way or not, yet.

I’m hoping that he doesn’t, ofcourse.. Cause it’s about fucking time a loving and caring relationship between two men will be something other than “brotherly”.