i just really love this whale

tips for being little subtlety

- Wear cute dresses/skirts/shirts/etc. wear something cute, with cute designs, or in a cute color! 

 - Find cute pins! Walmart sells some REALLY cute pins to clip on your clothes/backpack/purse or whatever you want! 

- Water bottles with a ‘sippy cup’ type lid. Those can make you feel super super little. 

 - Do cute hairstyles! Pigtails, braids, French braids, literally any hairstyle that makes you feel little! 

- key chains! I LOVE key chains. I have a white puffball, pastel pink rock, and I just recently took off a whale I had on there. 

-Cute phone case! I have my phone with my at all times, so having a cute case always makes me feel little. I also just ordered a pink laptop case for my MacBook!

- Carry around a small stuffie! You can keep it in your bag, locker, car, or literally anywhere. 

- Pack a cute lunch! Lunchables, sandwich cut in half/cute shapes, or bring a juice pouch!

- Accessorize! Find cute jewelry you like! Necklaces, rings, bracelets, chokers, and more! Hair bows, hair clips, or whatever you like! 

-Buy some Play-Packs! They’re on-the-go packets that contain a coloring book, a few crayons, and some stickers. They’re great for car rides!!! Walmart has them; Hello Kitty, Paw Patrol, SpongeBob, and more!

“When was the first time you realized you loved me?” Your actions froze as the unexpected question slipped past Harry’s lips before you were turning to glance at your boyfriend. 

“Where’s this coming from?” You snorted lightly, shaking off the initial surprise and continuing to chop up the vegetables you were using to make stir-fry. The knife bit into the carrot, your brows knitting together in concentration as you thought about the question while trying not to slice your fingers open. 

To be completely honest, you had never really been an affectionate person. You hated being hugged, you hated being touched, you hated seeing couples get all gross and cuddly with each other in public - Which was one of the reasons why everyone was confused about why you and Harry ended up together. If there was an award for being the most affectionate, Harry would definitely win it. Now, just because you weren’t an affectionate person didn’t mean you weren’t friendly! You were charming and extremely witty the first time Harry met you, and he found it endearing whenever you’d crack a joke or make a sarcastic comment about something. 

“I was jus’ wondering. I told you about when I first realized I loved you, so it’s only fair that you tell me your version!” Harry shrugged, setting his phone down and adjusting his seat slightly as he watched your back. 


The first time Harry realized he loved you, the two of you were watching a nature documentary on whales. He hadn’t really been paying attention to the film, his eyes flicking over to you every once in a while just because he loved looking at you. He loved the way your brows stitched together when you were focusing on the screen, he loved the way your nose twitched which resulted in you looking like a little bunny… But the thing that really made his heart melt was when you quietly mimicked the sound of a whale’s call to yourself, bursting into giggles after doing so. Absolutely adorable. 

The first ‘I love you’ came from Harry, obviously. It was an early Sunday morning, the two busy making breakfast in the kitchen. Well, it was more like Harry was sitting by the counter and you were busy with the waffle maker. (You liked taking control in the kitchen so Harry really didn’t have a choice.) 

“Can you put some-” 

“Bananas and a dollop of whipped cream on the side?” You cut Harry off, turning to set his plate of waffles down on the counter before your lips tugged up in a small smile. “Just the way you like them.” 

“I love you.” Harry hadn’t even realized he said it until he saw the smile drop from your face, your eyes widening in surprise. Your lips parted as if you were about to say something before you turned back swiftly to see if your waffles were ready yet. The silence he received in return pretty much confirmed the fact that you didn’t feel as strongly as he did about you, his heart dropping to his stomach as he quickly dug into the waffles while keeping his head down. Fuck, he was humiliated. He’d never felt so upset in his entire life, and he even began scolding himself in his mind when he felt his eyes well up with hot tears. And then he heard you speak. 

“I, um, I really, really like you.” It wasn’t an ‘I love you’, but he’d take it. 

Now, the first time you said ‘I love you’ was a surprise to Harry. He knew it took time for you to get used to someone, he knew how awkward you got with lovey-dovey business, so when those three little words slipped out of your mouth… He felt like he was dreaming. 


“I guess that’s fair. The first time I realized I loved you… Hm.” You paused, wiping your hands on your apron. You kind of already knew that you loved him from the start… It just took a while for you to wrap your head around the thought of ‘I love you’ rolling off your tongue. 


“Fuck, I didn’t even realize I was running so late!” Harry hissed, stumbling over the rug as he attempted to put a shoe on with one hand. He had a super important meeting regarding the embryonic stages of his debut album, and he was already ten minutes late. 

“I know, I’m sorry I didn’t check the time!” You winced, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck. You were in such a comfortable position with Harry, and a part of you wanted to stay cuddled up together. Just knowing that you got to wake up to seeing his face, to hear his voice, to feel his touch made your heart flutter. (A very odd feeling. You had never felt that way before and WebMD told you that you were in the beginning stage of having a heart attack, which wasn’t very reassuring.) Also, you had kind of forgotten his meeting was today. But he didn’t need to know that. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!” 

“It’s alright, love. It’s not your fault, you’ve got nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who wanted a quick snuggle before work.” Harry wheezed, out of breath from just slipping into his boots and his coat. He opened the front door, ready to leave before he realized he didn’t even have his car keys. “Where are my-” 

“Here!” The car keys jingled slightly as you handed them over to Harry, Harry thanking you before leaning in and planting a kiss on your cheek. 

“Promise I’ll be home in a couple hours!” Harry puffed out, beginning to trot down the front steps as quickly as possible. 

“Okay, I love you.” 

“Yeah, I lo-” Harry immediately paused in place before whipping around to look at you. Was he dreaming? Maybe he was hallucinating or something. That protein shake he had earlier did taste a little funky. “You- You what?” And that’s when you began malfunctioning. 

“What? I didn’t- I didn’t say anything.” You cleared your throat, feeling heat rise to your cheeks and your heart beginning to pound. Oh, god. Why would you say it now? He was in a rush and now was the time you decided it’d be a good idea to hit Harry with an ‘I love you’?? “I mean, I don’t know- I didn’t, uh, I said I’ll see you later! Yeah, that’s what I said.” 

“Say it again,” Harry demanded quietly, already making his way back up to you, a smile beginning to grow on his face. 

“I didn’t-” You hid your face in the crook of Harry’s neck as he pulled you into a tight squeeze. This was humiliating. You were never going to say that again! 

“Y/N, say it again.” He breathed out, pulling you away from him gently before reaching up to cup your cheek. “I need t’ make sure I’m not crazy.” 

“I… I love… I love you.” 

“Kind of went off in the ‘first time I said I love you’ direction but it’s sort of the same thing. But, yeah. I knew I loved you from the moment we met, as cheesy as that sounds.” You shrugged, already feeling gross and icky from the amount of affection that was floating around in the air. 

“Really?” Harry smiled fondly, a soft smile gracing his features. You nodded before turning back to continue with the carrot that had barely been chopped up. “Can you say it?” 


“You know what I mean, silly.” Harry couldn’t help but giggle as you muttered a sheepish ‘I love you’ under your breath. 

“Anyways, that’s the only time you’ll hear this story, so- Ah!” You shrieked in surprise when you were suddenly swept off your feet, letting out an ‘oof’ as Harry tossed you over his shoulder with a laugh. “What the hell do you think you’re doing??” You snorted, yelping as Harry delivered a smack to your bum. 

“Can’t a man give his girlfriend a little loving before dinner?” 


gif isn’t mine!

Beguiling Bubbles

Pairing: George x Reader
Request: Request where (Y/n) gets dosed with a love potion by someone else, but she accidentally falls for one of the twins instead
A/N: Sorry it’s been ages! It’s very late at night so this hasn’t been edited. Also, where I go into detail about how the first person the drinker sees is who they fall for, that was pulled directly out of my ass souly for the purpose of the story because the wiki didn’t have much on the other potions that weren’t amortentia so I made it up 
Squicks: little bit of swearing

~George’s POV~

He sort of blackmailed me into it. Seamus Finnigan knew about the shipments for the store that we were hiding in the Docks, and threatened to go to McGonagall if we didn’t help him out.

“Which one of you is the least crap at potions?” he had asked me and Fred, smiling while thinking of all the possibilities now that he had us under his thumb.

“Neither of us are shit at potions mate,” Fred stood up for himself, sneering down at the little stain who thought he could boss us around.

“Alright, if one of you can get a love potion to me by tomorrow night I’ll keep your little secret, howzabout it?”

We had no clue what he wanted a love potion for, but we didn’t really care. The less we had to spend dealing with that git the better.

You’re the least shit at potions,” Fred said to me once Seamus had buggered off, “do you wanna make it?” I groaned in response, honestly not wanting to go through the trouble of sneaking into Snape’s little pantry to get out some shit that I don’t even want, then go to the trouble of making this damn thing, again when it isn’t even something I want.

We stayed up that night making the blasted potion, Fred insisting that he was there for encouragement purposes. Not many people knew that I was actually alright at Potions, especially since Snape would never dream of giving me the marks to show it…

At around 3 in the morning, the stupid potion was done. We poured it into one of the empty bottles from the ingredients that we nicked, and snuck back up to Gryffindor tower. On our way back up to our dorm, we made sure to make a stop on the way. “Oi, what the f—“ Seamus started, freaking out at the sudden awakening of Fred shoving him, “There’s your perfume, now get off our backs,” I whispered sharply at Seamus, as he took the bottle and told us to piss off.

— — Morning (Regular POV) — —

Fred and George were at the Gryffindor table, their lack of sleep evident in their flippant attitude and tired looks. They broke out of this mood, however, when Seamus grasped their curiosity. He was whispering to Dean, holding the glass bottle filled with the cherry pink potion that George had made a few hours ago.

“What have you got, Seamus?” Ron called out, nothing his shifty behaviour as well as the unusual bottle. He was immediately shushed and shot an intimidating glare with wild hand movements, “Keep it down, Weasley! It’s a love potion idiot, I’m going to get Y/n to be all over me!” Seamus laughed, while Ron, Hermione and Harry all looked awkwardly and warily each other.

Fred’s eyes widened as he looked over at his twin, who had an angry expression on his face, mixed with fear. George, much like Seamus, had feelings for Y/n, and Fred knew about it because, well, of course he does. The two weren’t particularly close with Y/n, but that didn’t stop George crushing over her constantly.

Seamus and Dean laughed, as they nodded to each other, silently setting their plan in motion. Before George had the chance to do anything, Dean had started a conversation with Y/n, causing her to look away from her breakfast, while Seamus poured the contents of the bottle into her orange juice. George looked at Seamus with a panicked expression, only to have it returned with Seamus’ glare, wordlessly sending him a warning of what he’ll do if George blew his cover.

Fred quietly swore to himself, the gears in his brain trying to work out a solution, while George weighed out his options: lose Y/n or lose the shop. In these moments, the answer was obvious to George, but as he looked back at her, she was already bringing the glass to her lips.

“Y/N—!” George tried to warn her. As she drank the liquid she looked across the table at George, her eyes lingering on him. Seamus and Dean laughed and high-fived from behind her, as she put the glass back on the table.

Now would be a good time to take note on the assortments of love potions. There are five known assortments of love potions, each with assumingly different effects. George, having not opened up the shop with his brother yet, had not yet needed to test out these different types. Unlike Amortentia where the giver of the potion is the one the drinker will be infatuated with, it’s the first person that the drinker sees that they will be infatuated with in this case.

— — George’s POV — —

She kept staring at me, as if something was stopping her from looking away. A smile slowly formed on her lips, as she rested her head in her hands, still staring at me.

“Y/n? You alright there?” Fred asked, moving his head next to mine to try and get her to look at him. She kept staring, her smile big as she replied in an airy voice, “never been better”.

Seamus, clearly annoyed, sat directly next to Y/n and moved her head with his hands so that she was facing him, “Helloooo?” he said into her face,

“I’d rather look at George Weasley,” she giggled, looking back at me, her head resting in her hands again, “God, you’re handsome, isn’t he handsome, er, whatever your name is,” she said to Seamus, causing Fred and Dean to laugh and Seamus to look like he would explode with anger.

“Uh, how about we go for a walk?” I suggest quickly, standing up as more people start to pay attention to the small scene.

Y/n gasped with excitement, “yes! Let’s go on a loooong romantic walk together!”

I start to walk toward the door with Y/n walking on the other side of the table at the same pace, watching me still with that smile.

Fred nudged me, “George, mate, don’t get sucked into it, it’s the potion talking—“

“I know,” I say quietly back, “we’re going to the hospital wing”.

Walking all the way up to the hospital wing was nothing short of a nightmare. All I’ve wanted was for Y/n to have feelings for me, but there’s only so many compliments, hand holding, cuddles and heart eyes one man can take in the space of five minutes.

“What’s the problem?” Madam Pomfrey asked,

“Y/n’s been slipped a love potion,” Fred says, as I hold up my arm which Y/n is hugging.

“Ah, I see,” Madam Pomfrey says sceptically, “I hope you realise that love potions are banned from Hogwarts…”

I explained to her that I wasn’t the one to slip Y/n that blasted potion, but how I was the first one she looked at afterwards. She thankfully believed me, and sat the dazed Y/n down on one of the hospital beds and handing her an antidote.

“Isn’t he dreamy…” Y/n giggled, eyes back on me.

“I think it best that the two of you leave, or else the antidote will take much longer to work,” Madam Pomfrey explained, as Y/n flipped her hair and sent me a wink.

Fred and I both agreed, and we said good-bye to Y/n, to which she started crying. “Noooooo George, I don’t want you to leave, pleeeeeeease!” she whaled.

“It would make me really happy if you just stayed here and got some rest, alright?” I asked her, looking down at my hand that she had taken in her own. It stung that she was only acting as if she was in love with me because of a potion, and that she didn’t really have any of these feelings towards me, not really. I wanted to get out of there soon as possible so I wouldn’t have to think about that, but there was also something that felt perfect about my hand being in hers.

After a few hours, a healthy Y/n walked cautiously through the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room. A few people saw her and giggled amongst themselves, embarrassment clear on Y/n’s face. A few hours ago she couldn’t keep her eyes off me, and now she couldn’t even bring herself to look in my direction, instead looking at the floor as she walked past the Gryffindors, towards the stair case leading to the dormitories.

“Y/n, hold up,” I say, taking hold of her forearm as we were half way up the staircase. She turned around, taking a moment before gaining the confidence to look up at me.

“Y/n, I know you probably feel like shit, and if there’s anything I can do I’ll do it, but I didn’t slip you that love potion, I wouldn’t do that to you,” I try to explain. I wasn’t trying to defend myself, I just wanted to ease some of the embarrassment that she was feeling. I repeat the story of how it all happened, and I could see her face soften. “I wouldn’t do anything to force you to have feelings for me, I know you don’t feel that way about me,” I say, not meaning to sound as deflated as I felt.

Y/n looked at me, not the same way as this morning, but with a curious look, as if briefly studying me.

“I do like you, George,” she said, smiling at the look of astonishment on my face.

“You… What?” is all I manage to say, causing her to laugh,

“Yeah, I like you a fair bit, maybe not crazy in love like this morning,” she smiles, “but there’s definitely something there. I’ve already made a fool of myself in front of you today, so I might as well admit it all now,” she says with a shrug.

I don’t say anything for a few seconds, because what do you say back to that? The girl who went from head-over-heels in love with me to what I thought would be her despising me, and now meeting in the middle to her fancying me, it’s a lot. So, with no words coming to mind to save me, I kissed her. I wrapped my arm around her, my free hand resting on her jaw, as she kissed me back almost immediately.

We parted, and I couldn’t help but smile. Who knew that Seamus being such a dick could’ve turned out this good?

Blue Whale Game 🐋

Dear Teens,

This is a message for you because I care.
Please don’t let be lured into playing the “Blue Whale Game”!
It killed 130 teens in Russia, it killed teens in ROMANIA, it killed teens in Hungary, it killed teens in Great Britain, it killed teens in…
It isn’t worth to play this game. Your life is worthy​. You have a bright future ahead.
WHY let be controlled by a game that makes your life a living hell and which makes​ you in the end to take your own life, literally​.
WHY make people that love you and care about you, suffer?
I know you need something, an adrenaline rush, I know you need something that makes you feel alive and feel risky.
I know you feel misunderstood because puberty and you are like “Fuck everyone! I am doing what the fuck I want and I don’t care what other people say!”
Puberty is weird I know but it isn’t worth it to start playing this “Blue Whale Game” that is destroying your life, destroying the life of your loved ones.
Don’t be an idiot ( I am sorry for saying this), don’t get sucked in, in this horrible and morbid “trend”.
You are wonderful, worthy, lovely, beautiful, one of a kind, you are loved by so many people, a lot of people want to help you and are here for you, you just have to tell them what is going on, tell them that you have difficulties (one thing I,
myself learned).
If you are playing this game, please STOP, go to the Police, tell your parents and take actions!
I care about you, even if I maybe don’t know you.
Please…It is not worth to die due to a game that is so horrid and demonic. (SHAME to the creators that have no soul left and are killing innocent young souls)
It isn’t pleasant to make eye contact with death. Trust me. I made eye contact with death and I am so lucky and happy to be still alive.
It isn’t worth to be made by some “master” to cut a Whale into your arms or legs. It’s not worth it at all to be made by this “masters” to do anything that is harmful to you and to your loved ones.
Is it worth to die just to win the game? Definitely NO!
I would never ever play this game. I have my own demons to deal with. I don’t need any more of them.

So…BE SMART, PLEASE DON’T PLAY THIS GAME, STAY SAFE! DON’T kill yourself! (it is really not worth it, you have enough time to be death sometime when you are old and God decides to take you to him.)
I am here for you if you need someone.

Much ❤



More class comics! Nobody in Oregon ever gets tired of hearing about that time we blew up a whale. Prompt was “journalism”

anonymous asked:

I need to sit down please someone hold me this new miraculous fic is just 👌👌👌👌 I'm in love please help I need more ml 💕💕🐞🐱


I wrote this smallish drabble for you, please enjoy


BEAUTIFUL fanart by emthimofnight that sparked this whole au

Miraculous x Hunter tag with other drabbles, asks, etc & the ao3 series page

“What’s your best friend like?” 

Gon nearly let go of his yo-yo in shock. He leaned off the wall he was climbing just enough to stare down at Chat with wide eyes.

“What?” Chat asked.

“You…you asked me about my personal life. You.”

The leather-clad teen shrugged. “Sometimes I get curious too, you know. But if you don’t want to talk about it-”

“No!” Gon yelped. “I do! I definitely do! I’m just- I’m really surprised, that’s all. But I don’t mind talking about him.”

Gon never minded talking about Killua. He loved Killua, ever since they had met all those years ago. It had been pure coincidence that they had both been in the park that day, at that exact moment, shortly after Gon had moved into the area with Aunt Mito and his grandmother from Whale Island.

But meeting Killua- becoming friends, making matching bracelets, fighting for each other against bullies and Killua’s parents, not caring who judged them as long as they were together- was something that felt a lot like destiny. 

And he knew Killua felt the same.

“Okay.” Chat’s bright smile broke through Gon’s thoughts and his breath caught in his throat at the simple sight. “Go ahead and tell me, then. Is your friend really similar to you? Or different? It can’t picture anyone crazy enough to keep up with you in normal life.”

“You’re so mean, Chat,” Gon whined and his partner let out a bark of laughter.

Gon turned his attention back to the yo-yo and with a huff, started to pull himself up again. He could hear the scratch and scrape of Chat’s claws as he scaled the wall just below Gon’s feet.

“My friend’s not really like me at all, actually,” Gon confessed. “He’s really snappish most of the time. And he’s closed off about a lot of things, especially his family. He hates waking up before noon and he’s addicted to sweet stuff. But…”

“But?” Chat grunted to his right.

Gon closed his eyes from the sprawling city of Yorknew as it stretched out before them. Instead, behind his eyelids, he saw a skinny boy with alabaster skin and slanted midnight-blue eyes, a mess of white hair and a grin sharp enough to cut through steel.

A swell of adoration and love of his best friend swept through him, and it took Gon a moment to compose himself.

“But I think he’s brilliant,” Gon confessed lowly, his complete and total affection for Killua Zoldyck turning the tone of his voice awed and heavy. “He’s fast and brave and smart. Like, really, really smart; he’s good at pretty much everything! He could’ve left me behind a long time ago, actually. But he never turns me away no matter what. We do everything together.”

“Everything, huh?”

Gon opened his eyes, then blinked rapidly to adjust to the bright sunlight. Chat was several feet above up than him now. His partner’s lips quirked upward as he tugged at Gon’s yo-yo string playfully.

“Too bad your friend can’t help you get to the top of Heavens Arena before me,” Chat teased and Gon gasped.

“Hey! You distracted me on purpose!”

Chat snorted. “As if. S’not my fault you got wrapped up in story telling. Plus…”

Chat’s expression shifted into something softer, more gentle. There was a kind of warmth in his face that Gon had rarely seen before and his heart did a strange little flip.

“Plus,” Chat said, sounding almost distant. “We all have that one person who means more to us than anything else- someone so important, they make up a part of you that can’t be replaced.”

Chat glanced back down. Something inside Gon melted as that intense blue gaze focused totally on him. Chat’s voice was sincere as he said, “I’m glad you have someone like that, Ladybug.”

Gon swallowed thickly, mouth suddenly dry. He asked quietly, “Do you have someone like that too, Chat?”

A bright kind of light entered Chat’s eyes. “Yeah. I do.”

A strong breeze swept up the side of Heavens Arena. Gon shivered as goosebumps broke out across his skin under his suit. 

“Race you to the top!” Chat yelled out. He had twisted around and begun to scramble up the wall again before Gon could blink.

“Ah- HEY!” Gon hollered. Chat had made him forget! Again!

But the wonderful, addicting sound of Chat’s laughter was enough to make him not mind the disadvantage. Chat would make it to the top first, they would joke around for a while, and Gon would fight the building desire inside him to learn more, to press Chat for more hints about his civilian life and every little detail that made him Chat. Just like usual.

And after Gon would transform and head back home- back to Killua. Because while Chat was the adrenaline in Gon’s blood and the racing of his heartbeat, Killua was soft blankets and mint toothpaste and a shoulder Gon could rest on when he got too tired to sit up straight anymore.

Killua was home. And Gon wouldn’t have it any other way.

I Know So

Request: “Hi! Can I request a reader insert where Pidge’s s/o feels insecure and not good enough for Pidge because they’re not as technologically inclined and not as smart as she is, but more musically and artistically inclined, and Pidge is in utter shock because she’s always thought of her s/o as an amazingly talented and comforts her s/o about it? Thank you and I love your blog!!”

A/N: man i live for this… someone needs to stop me, also, im getting some star trek the journey home vibes from this

And uhm, you could start listening to this, but uh, you don’t have to…

You woke up with a start, but you weren’t quite sure why. Pidge was still peacefully asleep in your bed, and it was quiet. You looked at your girlfriend with a soft smile on your face. She was so wonderful, smart and brave, and everything that you’re not. With a sigh, you curled back under the blankets and let sleep overtake you.

“Quick, back to the castle!” Shiro’s voice crackled over the comms. You got nervous, if he was telling the team to retreat, it must’ve been bad. The team started to file into the room, everyone looking exhausted. Even though everyone is still intact, you couldn’t shake off the tightness in your chest. You wandered through the castle, deciding to take some time to explore. You found yourself outside of Pidge’s work space. You almost walked forward, but something stopped you. ‘Probably doesn’t want me around anyway’ You knew you could never compete with Pidge’s intellect, maybe your artistic tendencies could make up for it. Still thinking and wandering around, you felt a tug in your heart. Not so much painful as it was calling you. Your feet carried you to a door. You didn’t know what laid beyond it, but it was calling to you. You opened the door, and it felt like all the air had been sucked out of your chest. A piano. Well, the Altean equivalent of a piano. The steps you took toward it were uncontrollable, almost like you were in a trance. You sat down and pressed a key to hear the sound. It was beautiful. You played a few more notes, just to feel the sound of the instrument. You started to play some songs, getting lost in the sound.

Pidge could not find you. She’d searched the whole castle, high and low, and nothing. You weren’t with any of her teammates, not in your room, the kitchen, the control room, nowhere. She felt panic rise in her body. Where could you be. She decided to ask her fellow paladins if they’d seen you once more, and she started her search for Hunk.

You were having a great time with your piano. Is it a piano? You’d have to ask Allura what it was really called later. But for now, you were content to play your heart out and forget all your troubles. Time seemed to stop around you, the beautiful music the only measure you had of the hours that had passed. Eventually, you decided that you should be heading back to your room. You were tired, and a good night’s sleep was just what you needed.

As you walked into your room, someone jumped into your arms.


“I missed you,” said the muffled voice from the crook of your neck.

“Oh.” The statement felt hollow, somehow. You pried Pidge off of you, and headed to your bed. You picked up your sketchbook, and started doodling your friends. Drawing Hunk making a goofy face made you smile, and you forgot all about what happened earlier that day.

When you woke up, PIdge wasn’t there. ‘Probably can’t even stand the sight of me anymore’ But you pushed away the thoughts and the tears, and you got ready for your day. Since there wasn’t much you could do, you decided to see how you could help. You went to Shiro first, he was always willing to accept your help.

“Hey Shiro!” Your bright voice echoed of the metal walls.

Shiro turned to look at you. “Hi Y/N. What do you need?”

“Oh. Well I was actually wondering if you needed any help.”

“No, I’m good. Thanks Y/N!”

You smiled politely, and walked away. You found Hunk next, he seemed like he was trying to make some sort of food. It vaguely resembled a burger, maybe.

“Hey Hunk, need help with that?”

“No I got it, thanks!” He didn’t even look up at you.

You smiled, and walked away. As you were walking, you ran into Lance and Keith, who seemed to be arguing about something, while holding up a, shelf?

“Hey guys! Need some help?” They always needed help.

“No Y/N, we got it.” They actually spoke in unison. You sighed and kept walking away.

As you turned down an empty corridor, four arms grabbed at you and tugged you back to where you came from. You struggled against the hands and freed yourself from them. As you looked at your captors, you recognized two familiar Alteans.

“Allura? Coran? What’s going on?”

“Pidge is looking for you, and you’re running around avoiding her!” Allura said angrily.

Coran nodded. “So get moving!” He and Allura pushed you into another room, and the door hissed shut behind you. You saw PIdge hunched over a couple screens, moving back and forth between them. She turned around, her face lit up when she saw you.

“Y/N! Just who I needed!” There wasn’t a hint of insincerity in her voice. “Well don’t just stand there, get over here!”

Your feet carried you over to her setup. She pulled you down by your hand and you plopped onto the ground. You smiled softly at her and voiced the question that’s been on your mind since you stepped into the room. “So, what do you need me for?”

“Well, a few days ago, Allura heard a transmission from a nearby planet. So, we all went to do our Voltron thing, and there wasn’t anyone there. So we came back, and Hunk and I have been trying to decode it, but we aren’t getting anywhere. And it sounds kind of like music, so I need your help.” She smiled at you again, why does she keep smiling at you?

“O-ok. Let’s hear it.”

She hit a couple buttons and a sound poured out of the speakers. You tilted your head, and listened to the noises. It sounded familiar.

“Pidge, play that bit again.” She rewound the audio, and you leaned in, listening closer this time. “That’s, that’s whale song.”

“Whale song?”

“Yeah, it’s whale song. It sounds modified, though, like it’s artificial somehow. Who’s making artificial whale song in deep space?”

“A very good question! See, Y/N, this is why I love you! You’re brilliant! Whale song! We’d never have thought of that.” Pidge kept on ranting and laughing, typing things into her computer, and smiling. “Look at you, my pretty little genius.”

‘She thought you were a genius?’

You smiled as tears pricked at your eyes. You sniffed, and Pidge turned to look at you.

“Y/N?” Her voice was full of worry. “What’s wrong? Please don’t cry.”

You laughed a little at that, “No, I-I just, I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid, come on.”

“W-well, you’re so smart and really good with tech and everything, and I’m not, and I’m just not smart enough for you and…”

Pidge grabbed you and pulled you into her arms, stroking your hair while you cried. “You’re so much smarter that you know. You’re a genius musician, you can see relationships other people don’t even consider, you’re so empathetic, and you’re just so perfect. And it kills me to hear that you don’t know that.” She chuckled a little, “Just because I can type up some code doesn’t mean I’m smarter than you. If anything, you’re way smarter than me.”

You looked up at her with a smile, “You really think so?”

“I know so.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH cliche ending but im emotional give me a break


Like I said, she had fond memories of being relaxed and comfortable in Nantucket, so that makes sense to me that she would just not want to hold onto that house and go to a place that she had fond memories for. I think the turn at the whaling museum is nuts, it’s kind of wonderful. She’s evolved yet again in that she’s suddenly really empathetic to the animals and the environment. I thought, “Yeah, OK, good. She’s growing.” I liked that part too. - Kelly Bishop

On Sleepless Roads (1/3)

This fic is a love letter to the characters of Emma Swan and Killian Jones. It is a fic that has been in the works for over nine months and I am so excited to share it with everyone. It started with filming spoilers of our favorite female protagonist being stabbed on a dark, foggy night in Storybrooke and it grew from there. Season 6 Canon divergence. 

(Tagging @acrobat-elle and @lovebecomeshim upon request.) 

Ao3    FF   Part 2

One night of peace is all they were granted before the next crisis began. One night to recover from the aftermath of darkness and secrets, hell and death, before Mr. Hyde made his presence in town known. But with Killian by her side, it didn’t seem to matter in the long run. The moment she saw him above the place his body had been laid to rest, a question in the call of her name, she decided to fight for her own happiness. Maybe the savior could have a happy ending as well. Maybe this was it.

That was what she had believed before she found herself here.

“Ah, the infamous Savior. Do you really think yourself a match for me?” She can’t see his face, the cloaked figure that’s far too reminiscent of past Dark Ones. With the edge of his blade threatening Henry’s throat, she draws her sword, sighing in relief when the action grants her son’s release. Killian grabs Henry the moment he’s near.  

Cold air bites at her skin, slips into the gap between her sweater and back, leaving a trail of goosebumps. She tightens her grip on her father’s sword. “I think you’ll find yourself surprised.”

“Perhaps. But you can’t fight wounded.” She feels the ground give beneath her first - knees stinging with a thud as they hit concrete. There’s a thick sticky crimson covering her hands where she’s holding them at her side and oh god -

The dagger poking out of torn flesh burns - a hot searing pain that stifles her breathing. It hurts. It aches, throbbing with a sharp pain paralleled by nothing she has felt before. Her cry is a high pitched wince as her body curves into itself and dammit it hurts. She tries to focus on the roughness of the unpaved road at her knees, but she can feel the sensation fading, can feel herself fading with it. The moment she moves, a small shift as her legs give out, it comes back with a fury.

Muffled words grow louder as the world around her comes back into focus, Killian’s panicked voice the only thing she can hear.

“What’s wrong? Emma, Emma, love talk to me!”

Her eyes burn too, and she tries to blink against the dust clouding them, moaning in pain at the knife lodged into her side. “Killian,” she breathes, leaning into his chest as his arms wrap around her. Magic pulsates beneath her palms but does nothing to heal the wound or stop the bleeding. “Son of a bitch.” It’s gritted between closed teeth, and she tries again to no avail.

Killian’s hand is cold as it roams across her shoulders and down to her back, frantically searching for something he can’t seem to find. He repeats her name, a panicked fear she can feel rise in his chest with every inhale.

“I’m-” His hand finds hers with calloused fingers pressing further into the wound - adding kerosene to what might have been a dulling spark. She reels forward as the lights flicker on, an anguished cry at the contact. It seems to summon Henry, the absolute last person she wants to see her in this state. But before she can tell him to leave, he’s scavenging for keys as Killian lifts her into his arms. Her request would have fallen on deaf ears anyway.

“Come on, Swan. I’m getting you to a hospital.”

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In the first Age of the Supernatural, mankind of Japan feared when the waters would turn blood red, and the sights of the skeletal Bake-Kujira that would emerge and bring ruin on the viewer and their home towns. When they left, mankind could then begin the largest massacre of the ocean, tearing into the numbers of whales by the hundreds of thousands and dropping the numbers of all whale species greatly. When the largest avenger of the oceanic dead awoke at the start of the second age, what he found was horrifying. From sharks to dolphins, seals to whales, mankind had gone and devastated their numbers. While the practices were old, there were those that continued to do so, slaughtering whales and sharks without issue or repercussion.

Bakjura-Teno would change this. And the world would once more learn respect for the beasts of the deep.

One of two sketches that I had commissioned by the wonderful @c-g-ricks , I must say that it’s still a great pleasure to see him take a basic descrption of a monster and go full swing into it. One of the ones from the 30 Day Kaiju challenge, Bakjura-Teno is one of the more supernatural monsters of the verse, and honestly one of a few different skeleton monsters I have. What can I say, I love me a really, really good skeleton. And since it was a Yokai prompt, this felt fitting. There’s both modern and prehistoric, with the influences being sperm whales and Zygophyseter. And the way he brought it to undead life is just a beautiful and yet terrifying addition to the KogaVerse.

Kudos to Connor again, because he’s just one of the best people one can work with. Like, seriously, I cannot recommend him enough.The other sketch will be appearing shortly, and it’s a bit more fleshy than this fellow.

searching x and x finding

If Gon had never left Whale Island.

Word count: 1643


“I  don’t believe in fate. Or destiny. But I do think that there are certain people in this world meant to find us. And sometimes, we’re the ones who must search for them.”

Gon doesn’t understand. “Isn’t that the same thing?” 

She smiles slightly, warm eyes crinkling up at the ends.


Gon’s grandmother falls ill the week before Gon’s twelfth birthday.

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Lacrosse Shirt-Isaac Lahey

Teen Wolf Imagine:#90


Word Count: 1,720

Warnings: Insecurities, comparing self and relationship to others, mentions of repercussions from abuse (just in passing in one sentence) 

A/n:So for Christmas I got a shirt that says Beacon Hills Lacrosse on the Front and Lahey 14 on the back and I was wearing it and putting things away and a piece of dialogue came to mind and this is what become of that! I hope you enjoy it. Also Overweight/Plus Size!Reader!


This is the last imagine for 2016! So I just wanted to say, despite all the shit he put us through, here’s to 2016. We survived! We all my be a little worse for wear but we did it and that’s something to be thankful for. May 2017 be less of everything this year was. I thought of some pretty creative names to call this year but I didn’t think any of them were appropriate enough for an author’s note

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rosaandchrysan  asked:

Hello! :) Congrats on becoming Japan ambassador! 🎉😄 Since you're a japanese (I read your profile :)), I want to ask what stereotypes of Japan/Japanese you've heard and wanted to comment or change the perception of it if you have a chance? I just want to know it straight from the Japanese themselves. Thanks! :) (btw, I really love the little Tama you put in the end of ask 😍😆 he's just like a cute little potato 😆😆)

Hello and thank you! (/・ω・)/ あざっす

Well here’s some top 6 stereotypes of Japan/Japanese I’ve heard or said to me

  • Japanese eat sushi everyday and only eat rice
  • Japanese are really good at drawing in anime/manga style and everyone is an otaku
  • Everyone in Japan are smart, polite and hardworking
  • Japanese people eat whales and sharks frequently
  • Everyone in Japan are skinny and healthy
  • Japanese are bad at English and can’t speak other than Japanese

There’s a lot more but I don’t remember much (笑笑…   ごめん)


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Things I love: how scientists name fish

The flabby whalefish? It’s a fish that looks kind of like a small whale and also has loose, flabby skin

Flashlight fish? Has things on its face that light up

Barreleye? It’s eyes point up and look barrel-like

Stonefish? Looks like a fucking rock

And, one of my favourites, the stoplight loosejaw? Has a really big mouth and two different spots that light up red and green

Fish scientists are like the astronomers of biology

Whales and Waves

A/N: A fluffy request for a Spencer x Reader where they are on a date and she asks him to go whale watching. She loves the ocean and when they sea a pod of orcas, she freaks out and and started talking about how much she loves them. Spencer listens while she rambles about how they should be free and happy and they’re beautiful and smart. @coveofmemories


“Okay, so I know I said I’d let you pick where we went today because I picked last time, but I found out about this whale watching tour off the coast that’s happening today and I really wanna go,” you rambled to your boyfriend. You’d picked your last date of mini golf, so you told him you’d let him pick this time, but you were absolutely obsessed with whales and really wanted to go. “Puh-lease.”

Spencer took your hand, leading you toward the car as he lifted your hand to his face to give it a kiss. “You’re cute. Yes, we can go whale watching. Are there any particular types that we’re supposed to see on this tour?”

“Orcas!” you said excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to see killer whales in the wild. I don’t like going to zoos and stuff and that’s the only place you can see them up close.”

“Why don’t you like zoos?” he asked. “All the cute animals.”

Yea, all the cute animals that weren’t supposed to be in cages. “Animals are supposed to be in the wild. I know that some zoos are really good about taking care of their animals, but with aquariums especially, there just isn’t enough room for them to move around. It’s unfair and I hate it. I mean…” As you looked over, you saw Spencer smile wide and your passion for sea life. You’d always loved whales and dolphins and even sharks. Marine life was fascinating to you. “What?”

“You’re so passionate about whales,” he said. “It’s sweet. Did you know that the language of killer whales is one of the most complex in the animal kingdom? They use high-pitched whistles, pulsed calls and low-frequency pops and can even make clapping sounds with their jaws. The whistles are used for close, personal communication, and the pulsed calls are for long distance.” 

While you were driving, you could see Spencer talking with his hands in that way he did when he was rambling off a statistic of some kind. “Yes! I did actually. Babe, when it comes to killer whales, I know a lot, so you’re gonna have to dig deep to find something I don’t know. Also, just a heads up, I’m probably going to be rambling while we’re on this trip and I know you already know all this stuff but I love whales so I’m not going to be able to stop myself,” you laughed as you pulled into the area where the tour would take off. 

“You ramble all you want, love,” he said with a smile. “You talk about whales like I talk about…well, everything, and I find it very endearing. Ready?” Just as you bought your tickets, the tour was ready to take off and you ran on the boat just in time. 

It took about 15 minutes to get to the area where they had been spotted earlier today, but once you were there, an announcement was made on the ship’s PA system. “If you look toward the northwest passed the orange buoy, you can see a pod about to breach,” you heard from the system. 

Running to the opposite end of the ship, you screeched when you saw them. There were at least three from what you could see and one of them was a baby. “Did you know the oldest killer whale ever was 103?” you asked, turning around so fast your hair smacked Spencer in then face. “And it’s not uncommon for them to live into their 90s.”

Of course he knew, but he acted like he didn’t, which was great for you, because you felt like you could continue rambling. “And the momma whale was pregnant for 17 months. Humans think they have it bad.” You leaned over the edge as much as you could without falling over. Spencer’s hand reached out in front of you with binoculars.

“Go ahead,” he said. “See if there are more than three.” As they came into view, you realized it was quite a few more than you’d thought - between 7 and 12. “Yes there are! Big families! Orcinus orca, also known as the killer whale, but it’s not a whale, it’s actually a dolphin. The biggest ones ever! Spence, look they’re so pretty!” Bouncing up and down on your feet, you continued to ramble off any fact you could think of. They traveled in pods. The biggest whale on record was 32 feet long and 11 tons. They fed on sea birds, squid, octopuses, sea turtles, sharks, rays and fish, and even some mammals like seals, dugongs and the occasional moose. 

“Look at the baby!” you squealed.

“He’s probably around 8.5 feet long and anywhere from 265 to 350 pounds,” he said into your ear. Again, you spun around and slapped him with your hair.

“Are you having fun?” you asked, suddenly feeling bad for dragging him along when he was supposed to pick your date for today.

He bent down to kiss your neck and smiled as you turned to look at the whales again. They were heading off away from the boat, so they were going to follow them for a little while. “I’m having a lot of fun,” he mumbled. “Watching you being so happy makes me happy.”

Leaning back into him, you rested your head on his shoulder and smiled. “You can pick the next two dates now.” 

“Maybe I’ll pick whale watching again just so I can see you squeal like a two-year-old,” he laughed. “You just look so happy.”

It’s because this was where they were meant to be seen. “They belong here,” you sighed. “They aren’t meant for captivity. Nothing compares to the ocean.”

“So I’m assuming you’ve never been to Sea World?”

“Nope,” you said, “Again, I’m sure that there are a lot of places where they treat their animals well, but only as well as they could be without being in the ocean. A tank, however big, is just not enough. You know none of the people that have died by killer whales have died in the wild? They’ve all been in captivity. And then they get a bad reputation, like Tilikum.”

“Yea,” he sighed. “But don’t think about that, it’ll make you sad. Just look at the baby.”

With a happy ‘okay,’ you stood on the bottom rail again to get a good look at the little orca. Just as you got your footing, a wave crashed into the ship, causing you to fall back into Spencer’s arms. “We definitely need to do this again,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

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2&13&19 with dylan o'brien? ☺️

Mr. Whale

2.“Right now I really want to hug you.”
13.“I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”
19.“ Please… I’m looking at you with my puppy eyes.”

A/N: I’m really sorry about posting this so late, but I was really busy lat week.


Dylan and I are together about a year now. And we have our own couple life, and we try to accomplish all of the couple goals. Like we go to the gym every morning, which I hate the most. A lot of people say, that we are the perfect couple, and we are so cute together, so it seems to work.

Dylan and I went to the grocery shop to get food for our movie night. We have a movie night every Friday night, it’s just become our habit. Dylan was searching for drinks, while I decided to get our favorite snack, but then I saw something what I can’t leave here.

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Dennor au where Mathias adopts a baby Emil and loves him so much and he doesn’t understand how anyone could ever give him up so when Emil is older he promises to avenge him and find his former guardian to shove in their face how perfect Emil is (which Emil is opposed to but Mathias doesn’t listen to him) and the last listed guardian of Emil is this Lukas guy so Mathias goes to find him and when he does he’s surprised that he’s so young (like how old was he when he got some girl pregnant?) and he’s just sitting behind the desk at the library where he works and Mathias storms up and delivers some huge speech about what a big mistake Lukas made giving up his kid like that and Lukas just throws a book at Mathias’ head and hisses about how Mathias doesn’t know anything about him or his brother and then he rolls out from behind the desk and Mathias is like oh shit because Lukas is in a wheelchair and Emil is his brother and what is happening??? And he pesters Lukas to no end with apologies and questions until he finds out that their family was in a car crash and their parents died and Lukas tried but couldn’t take care of Emil because he was paralyzed from the waist down and it was too hard so he had to give him up to an orphanage and while this is happening Mathias slowly falls in love with Lukas and he invites him to come back and live with him and Emil and Lukas shyly accepts and Emil and him are super awkward at first but then they get along super well and they just become a big happy family the end