i need to get over it dude i'm just slacking off

anonymous asked:

hi!!! can u give me/us some more details about the boy's house because i feel like we don't get much from isak's pov lol we know the kitchen the living room and even's house but i'm really interested to know just how big/how much more there is in the house! thank you and i love you!

fun facts about the acar/bech næsheim/bakkoush household that isak never ever mentions because he’s either 1) too preoccupied having sex or two) does not know things because he was in that house a total of two times for a year probably before he actually got along with even or three) never had a chance to use/be in that room and so never brings it up in his internal monologue and it’s so sad bc i’ve spent so much time like, designing it in my head lmao

yay for limited pov!

that said, for you curious souls:

  • the living room everyone is using throughout the story, the one that is directly to the right of the entrance, is not their actual TV room. this is their “formal” living room. they set up a television in there because the TV in their actual TV room died on them, and none of them have a) the money to replace it and b) the energy to remove it and deal with all the wirings and shit, so they just brought elias’s old tv that he kept in his closet and set it up there until they can replace the one in their supply room. yousef’s uncle has come over and seen this and his poor house-decorating heart almost gave out, and he offered to replace their TV so long as they got rid of the TV in the formal living room, but they were like, nah, we’ll do it on our own, you’re already renting us your house at a good deal like wtf.
  • the “real” tv room is toward the back end of the house, in front of the kitchen
  • to the left of the entrance you, nestled deeper into a small hallway, you have elias’s bedroom! yes, elias’s room has been downstairs the entire time, and right beside the entrance, so the pretty big window looking out to the porch/driveway outside belongs to elias. it’s the master bedroom, which means he’s got the biggest room, closet, and bathroom, and though he insisted yousef should have it since it was his uncle giving them a deal, yousef admitted that he and even were terrified of being the first ones murdered if an assailant every came into the house, and elias called them ridiculous and stupid but took the room anyway. n*ce cheers for elias
  • they have a covered porch both in their front yard and in their backyard
  • they have a pool. yes,,, before you ask,, isak and even will eventually make out in it, calm down people i know the power this pool gives me
  • they also have a balcony. i know, i know, more power. isak is literally the worst at mentioning anything, but, you know, he doesn’t spend time thinking about their house structure, other than “it’s a big house”. the balcony faces their large backyard.
  • there are two guest bathrooms: one downstairs, that’s only a half bathroom, and one upstairs, that is a full bathroom w/ a tub
  • elias has a small office for himself downstairs; this is because he’s actually the sole editor for a small company trying to make it big on youtube — on-camera hosts that speak both norwegian and english to accommodate to larger audience — and they’re doing well enough so that elias sometimes has to take the job home, and he’s getting paid just as well as yousef and even are (well, even’s income fluctuates, and sometimes he does make less than elias, but it depends on the season)
  • the house actually comes with four bedrooms — they’ve turned the fourth one into a “supply room”, where all three of their boys stuff the things they can’t fit in their room. it’s tight and messy and for the most part remains unvisited lmao
  • yousef and even’s rooms are upstairs. yousef’s is in the front end of the house while even’s is in the back end
  • all three of them have a private bathroom, but only elias has a walk-in closet. yousef and even have a double-door shelved closet
  • they have a built-in bookshelf upstairs, right beside the balcony doors and in front of even’s room. there are more knick-knacks than books in there, though, which yousef’s uncle also despairs of. for his sake, the boys contributed a couple of their books, such as “how children succeed”, “the art of seeing”, “the lion, the witch and the wardrobe”, “harry potter and the order of the phoenix”, and “cut by cut”.
  • despite isak always making it sound kinda dreary and dark (idek why???) the house is actually very bright and happy; the living room/dining room/entrance walls are a nice cream color, while the not-working TV room and the kitchen are a nice, cool brown. they have light hard-wood floors and their door/cabinets/panels are all white and they have a LOT of lights so the house never looks sad, just when the lights are off or what elias likes to call “the mood lighting” is on. yousef’s uncle, the designer and owner, is just a happy dude. he ain’t going around making depressing-ass houses.
  • the living room is open to the upstairs, so it’s got a high ceiling and very high windows and lights — which is why the boys slack off sometimes changing the bulbs that go out, because it’s ridiculously high and they’d need a very long ladder
  • the stairs aren’t straight up, they’re straight up then take a sharp turn to the right. the steps and the railings are also made up of the light hardwood that the floors are made of while the front of the steps and the banisters are painted white

i’ve sketched it out already, to use as reference (even though i hardly need it thanks to isak lol but it’s good to picture it anyway) but eventually i will clean it up and post it for you guys, i love you!!!

anon request | socky #2

Minhyuk hummed as he did some finishing touches on his little latte art and carefully pushed it across the counter, announcing that the latte was ready. A petite girl came bouncing over, carefully picking up the cup and carrying it back to her table.

It was a slow day for the Flower Shop. It was a slightly misleading name considering they were a coffee shop. But the owner, Jinwoo, didn’t want it to be Flower Boy because that would be cheesy, even though it was true. The shop was like something out of Coffee Prince. Everyone who worked there was beautiful one way or another. The other barista was the ever handsome Moon Bin. He’d actually been the one who introduced Minhyuk to Flower Shop. And unsurprisingly, Dongmin was the one who introduced Moon Bin to Flower Shop. It all just kind of fell into place after that.

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anonymous asked:

Hello!!!! Your writing is amazing and your characterization is so on point I love it!!! Could I maybe request some platonic!reader headcanons with the Paladins + Allura and Coran? Like as friends not necessarily lovers? If that makes sense I'm sorry if it doesn't, anyway you're fantastic and I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

;;OMG thank u sooo much dude!!! I hope u have a great awesome day too, & tysm for sending!!!<3 

Lance -

  • Pun buddies? pun buddies
  • No one else on the castleship gets Lance’s sense of humor as much as they do, so they’d be doubling over laughing together over the same joke for hours
  • They’d be so attached at the hip that even Blue would grow to like them
  • When Lance and [Y/N] are in the same room with Keith, beware
  • Lance: [flexes] You: [gunshot noises]
  • They talk for hours about how much they miss Earth, Lance would really be comfortable unravelling his emotions with them when they’re alone
  • “Shiro, I let [Y/N] use my bayard and now the control panel in my lion is busted and they need to be grounded this instant.”

Shiro -

  • [Y/N] would be his favorite kid
  • Out of everyone, he lets [Y/N] touch his robotic arm the most because he’s that comfortable with them
  • Always notices when they’re sulking and is there to put the dad hand on their shoulder before asking what’s wrong
  • “No, you can’t make my galra arm into a cheese dispenser… Pidge already tried.”
  • He’d let them tease him a lot
  • When Shiro can’t sleep, they stay up together either reading or taking leisurely walks around the castle whilst talking about anything irrelevant

Hunk -

  • They’re always bragging and supporting each other, their friendship is the most iconic one on the ship
  • “Sorry, I’m busy that day. Me and [Y/N] are having our scheduled 10 hour nap.”
  • Hunk would make them the cutest best friend charms that everyone else is jealous of
  • *[Y/N] walks in* Hunk: This is amazing
  • Don’t tell me Hunk totally wouldn’t want to bake all kinds of sweets with them 
  • One time the mice ate their left-over cheesecake and they cried for 2 hours straight
  • Hunk teaches them how to fix things like car engines and panels, because who knows? It might come in handy someday
  • Piggy back rides

Keith -

  • Team mullets are the future
  • They’d watch movies together all the time, if Keith ever fell asleep during one he’d wake up to popcorn in his nose and a unibrow. Keith has had enough
  • They’re so jokingly mean to each other all the time even Lance can’t tell what’s a real roast and what’s not
  • “We had a bonding moment.” “Keith, I literally could’ve died.”
  • [Y/N] does Keith’s hair for him sometimes (puts it up) and Keith can’t even complain because they. actually made it look decent?
  • If Keith has been training nonstop, [Y/N] would have to physically stop him and help him to a nice cold cup of space juice and a towel 
  • Actually so caring towards each other behind closed doors

Pidge -

  • If there’s anyone Pidge can ramble to about mechanics, it’s [Y/N]
  • They tease each other lots, if [Y/N] does something remotely embarrassing, they won’t hear the end of it
  • Usually they accompany each other in the control room just to look out at the galaxies passing by, talking about Earth and their families
  • “Prank together, die together”
  • Cut the bristles off of Keith’s AND Lance’s toothbrushes 
  • Whenever something mysteriously malfunctions in the castle, all fingers point towards them
  • When one of them is sick, the other takes care of them and stays by their side all day just to keep them company

Allura -

  • [Y/N]’s the only one Allura’s gonna cut slack for when they’re sulking during training
  • Allura would let [Y/N] do her hair when she’s too tired to untangle it in the mornings
  • Together, they’d convince Lance to teach them how to knit so that they can make the mice little sweaters
  • “We should knit some for the paladins too, but make them all pink and oversized.” “[Y/N], this is why we’re friends.”
  • Allura likes hearing about Earth from them, and over time she grows to love the planet solely because of the way they described it
  • Whenever Lance starts one of his pickup lines, they say ‘no’ simultaneously 
  • When Allura learns more about human customs from them, she can’t stop giving the paladins high fives
  • “Allura, WHO ARE YOU FLIPPING OFF?” “[Y/N] told me this finger means I love you?”

Coran -

  • He, Keith, and [Y/N] ALL make up team mullets are the future
  • Coran would teach them all kinds of Altean recipes, most of which don’t even look edible
  • “This is either space juice or a poisonous drug and I guess I’m about to find out.” 
  • Someone has to keep Coran’s stache looking as clean as it is
  • The mice always try to eavesdrop on their conversations to pile receipts for Allura but they’re always talking about orbs? 
  • They educate Coran on cryptids and now he goes around calling everyone (specifically Keith) a cryptid
  • Finally Coran doesn’t have to be alone in the control room during the night because his friend won’t stop talking about Earth, and he doesn’t mind
Sixth Grade

AU where Ram is a year older than Kurt and therefore a grade above him.

I would like to dedicate this work to one of the coolest people I follow, @kurtkellyisgay. I don’t know if you like to read or not and I’m probably annoying you but here you go. Thought it would maybe cheer you up?

Anyway, to everyone reading, I hope you enjoy.


“I’m sorry, Mr. Sweeney, but your son will not be advancing to sixth grade. I’m afraid we’ll have to hold him back a year.” Came the deep voice of the elementary school principal as he gently set down Ram’s file on his large, wooden desk.

The boy in question gulped, his stomach sank, his heart was beating out of his chest, and his eyes dared not look at his father. Bill, however, was calm. He graciously looked over all of Ram’s poor grades, asked about his behavior in class, and questioned how this would affect his future.

That just terrified Ram more. Bill Sweeney was a very passionate man. You knew when he was angry. So, to see him this collected, not one vein popping…well, Ram knew he was in for quite a show once they got home. He put his hand in his pocket. The crinkling of the paper there calmed him.

“He would just be a year behind his original class. As long as he gets his act together from here on out, your son should be just fine.” The Principal must have knew Bill as well, that or he just felt bad for the poor kid, because he continued on to say, “It’s good this happened now, in elementary. Usually, once a kid gets held back a year it never happens again.”

Bill cleared his throat and stood to shake the other man’s hand, effectively ending the conversation.

“Thank you for meeting with us, Mr. Martin.” He said simply, turning to look at his son who still had his head down. “Ram, we’re leaving.”

The two walked out, Bill’s hand resting like a two-ton weight on Ram’s shoulder. The Principal watched them go, looking as if he might not see the spunky kid ever again for he’s watching him walk to his death.

Ram was pulled out of class for this meeting. School was only in session for a few more days and the last hour of the day was being spent outside as a means of keeping the kids busy.


Ram remembers the conversation before his fate was officially sealed. Despite the situation, a small smile sprawled on his features as he thought of his best friend and their future together. He lightly touched a hand to his cheek as his dad led them to the parking lot.


“Okay children,” Came the sweet voice of their teacher. “We’ll be having free period since the school year is almost out and there’d be no reason to give out work.”

Cheers erupted as kids jumped out of their desks and left in what could hardly be called a single-filed line. The teachers gave a sigh of relief as they could let the kids run free without keeping such a close watch on their behavior.

Ram lit up as his fifth grade class made it’s way to the small park and field of grass. All the elementary grades were being let out to play, including fourth graders, where Kurt was at. Ram always hated being a grade above Kurt. Always separated.

Kurt ran right up to Ram once he saw the older boy exit the building. Kurt had the biggest smile on his face as he tackled Ram. The two fell and wrestled for a moment.

“So, do you wanna pass a football today or play tag?” Ram asked, eager to get moving. Kurt, however, looked around and made sure no teacher or student was looking. His eyes looked back up to Ram’s.

“Wait, first I gotta give you something. It’s important, Ram!” He grabbed the older boy’s hand and started dragging him to an isolated part of the park. He crouched and crawled under a metal slab, behind the infrastructure holding a slide up. Kurt took a moment to try and hear if anyone was around. He beckoned Ram to join him and once the other one sat across from him cross-legged he began.

By punching him.

“Ow!” Cried Ram, “What was that for?”

Kurt looked a mix of angry and hurt.

“For being older than me.” At that, Ram’s face softened.


“I know this is the last time we go to school together so I made you this.” He pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over. Ram blinked and carefully opened it up, reading the message.

It was a doodle in crayon of two people holding hands with a football near them.

‘You are my bestest friend in the whole world ever and even though you are leaving me I will always come and visit you and make sure to bring you snacks because you’re always hungry.’

Ram looked up from the note and realized just how hard it was on Kurt that he was leaving. Ram thought only he would hate it and miss Kurt. He saw the younger boy wipe a hand at his eye.

“You have to promise you keep that,” Kurt said. “You keep that and tell everyone in middle school you already have a best friend” He warned a bit more defensively. Ram smiled and decided to tell Kurt the good news now instead of surprising him. He gently folded the note back up and put it in his own pocket.

“Kurt, I’m not going to sixth grade,” Ram admitted. Kurt’s eyes widened as his mouth went slack.


“I’m failing fifth grade.” He told him, expecting the other one to jump into his arms in joy.

Instead Kurt burst into tears.

“You’re gonna fai-ail!?” Kurt choked around his heavily pouring tears. Man, this kid is like a waterpark. Ram jerked his body in surprise. He’s…sad?

“No, it’s a good thing.” He tried to explain, Kurt swatting at him.

“It’s not a good thing! You can’t come ba-ck to school!” He shouted around his crying. He’s never been angrier.

“You-your dad’s gonna ki-kill y-you!” He hiccuped. “I’ll never see you aga-ain!”

Ram put his hands on Kurt’s shoulders. “No, Kurt, it’s okay! I’ll be okay!” He was trying to convince himself of that just as much as he was trying to convince Kurt. He was in no way prepared for that conversation much less the punishment.

Kurt was shaking his head now, hot tears pouring down his face. He didn’t believe Ram for one second. He’s seen both their dads mad. It was never a good time.

“No, we have to run away,” Kurt rubbed a fist at his eyes. “School’s stupid anyway…”

Ram opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a far-away voice.

“Ram Sweeney! You’re Father’s here to pick you up! Ram!” His teacher yelled. Ram’s heart sank as both of their heads swiveled to where she was starting to walk around to find him. Ram knew this day would come, he just didn’t think it would be today.

Kurt’s eyes let a few more tears escape. This is the last time he would ever see his best friend besides his funeral. Ram turned back to the raven-haired boy and grabbed both of his shoulder’s.

“Listen, I’m gonna be held back. I did it on purpose.” Ram clarified. Maybe Kurt was just sad that it might hurt Ram to be failing. 

“Why would you do that, dude?” Kurt screamed. Boy, Ram didn’t know which form of chastising is worse, his dad or Kurt. Ram sighed and wiped Kurt’s tears away. He needs to get Kurt to understand before he leaves else the poor kid will be in shambles for a week.

“Ram Sweeney, your father is waiting for you!” The voice now held agitation as her form strutted closer to where they were hiding.

Ram was running out of time. Minutes passed of his dad waiting for him probably made the situation worse.

“I did it for you, Kurt.” He confessed. Kurt’s breathing stopped. “I failed tests and homework so I would be held back. I didn’t want to go to middle school without you. I don’t wanna go to highschool without you. I don’t wanna do anything without you.”

Kurt put his hand on Ram’s where it was on his cheek.

“I don’t wanna do anything without you, either…”

“Ram Sweeney, this is the last time, young man!”

The boy being yelled at swallowed the lump in his throat and looked in his best friends eyes.

“I gotta go, bro.” He said. Kurt shook his head like he was going off to war. Ram went to get up. He felt the smaller boy tug on his arm.


“What Kurt,” He said as he turned. He felt a pair of lips on his cheek and he immediately blushed. Kurt pulled away with a red face as well. They stayed in their positions for a moment as the world seemed to stop. 


“Promise to come see me when I’m grounded?” Ram asked. Kurt nodded like it was the most important mission given to anyone. And it was.

“Promise I see you again?” He asked, the fear of Bill Sweeney planting a seed in his mind. Ram nodded as Kurt let go of his arm.

Kurt watched Ram run up to the teacher. She led him back in the building. The now alone boy slid to sit back down in the mulch. He touched his fingers to his lips and smiled.

Ram walked to his inevitable doom, gently grazing his cheek and suppressing his grin.


“What’s that, dude?” Kurt asked as he returned from the kitchen with two beers and a bag of chips. Ram invited Kurt over to watch a game as they’re dads went to a car show.

Ram looked up from the note he was holding. He carefully folded it back and slid it into his pocket where it always was, always has been for years.

“Oh nothing,” He dismissed it as he accepted the offered brewski and the opened bag of doritos.

“Man, I’m always visiting you and bringing you snacks, dude,” Kurt commented offhandedly, plopping himself down on the couch beside his best friend. Ram smiled as he took a sip.


anonymous asked:

I'm late to the pokemon generations party, but after binge-ing all the episodes, I started liking Lance, Eusine, Buck and N. Do you have any fluffy or romantic hcs for them when they're with their s/o? If there are too many characters, just Lance and Eusine are fine. I liked Reawakening. Cheryl's ep was super creepy tho. Which episode was your favourite?

i never finished generations actually i’m a huge fake fan...but i think the most impactful on me was the first episode, just because it was the first time since i was a little kid that i was blown away by the concept of a pokemon show. Like, it ebbed a little bit as I watched more of the season but I was almost in tears with the way it recaptured the same feelings i had when i first watched pokemon and the pokemon movies - like specifically the first pokemon movie

But Anyway! Onto the HC’s!


- this is a mature man who knows where his responsibilities are in life and wants to do his best to fulfill their requirements. this means u found yourself a real one bless (hand emojis). this  is a grown man who, once he knows your as serious about it as he is, is going to make you his number one priority. the only thing you might have to compete with is the village but :)

- since he’s got his shit together, this means you can depend on him. and that’s essentially the one thing he wants from his S/O. he wants a capable S/O who Chooses to depend on him, because it makes him feel needed and wanted. so this means he loves pampering his S/O just a little bit, taking care of everything he can without making too big of a deal about it. Mostly just picks up the slack in the little things that slip his S/O’s notice and he absolutely preens when he’s appreciated for it - tries to play it really cool all the while though. 


- idk how u managed to lock down this dude when he’s clearly in love with suicune but kudos my friend

- the way you know this dude is about you is that he isn’t actually spacing off every minute when he’s with you, not looking off into the distance dramatically, or saying unnecessarily cryptic shit whenever you just want to know what he wants from pokemon!tacobell. like, he’s in the moment With you, when he’s with you.

- probably invites his S/O to come traveling with him, and it gets to the point where he’ll get two of everything (two tickets, two bed hotel room, two kitschy water bottles with some local tourist trap logo on it) because even if his S/O couldn’t/just didn’t come, he wants to be ready the second they change their mind and doesn’t consider it a burden - if anything his favorite thing on the road is going to sleep alone and waking up with them next to him


- Buck is a proud guy, we know that. what that means though, is it’s going to be like pulling teeth to get this guy to compromise on anything in the relationship/flirtation. if he gets flustered while flirting, he’s the first to start deflecting any part he had in the act. if he wants the arm rest in the movie theater, he will make a scene right in the middle of Cars 3 so he can put his dr pepper there. 

- but, when he starts finally getting serious about his S/O, that pride extends to them too. he’s probably matured a bit if he finally managed to commit (not that he wouldn’t but he would take a while to settle down) so he’s slower to get worked up than he used to be, but he when his ire is raised on the behalf of his S/O, it’s like Cars 3 all over again. he thinks of it as being ‘protective’, chivalrous even, but he’s even more overzealous if he has a particularly shy or lenient S/O who won’t speak up for themselves. 

N Harmonia

- a very romantic man, very over the top in his approach to the relationships he’s in but he’s so casual about it that the sense of suspended disbelief sticks around even when everything inside you is pointing out how ridiculous everything is

- he’s somehow both touch starved and afraid to touch his partner, and it shows. like when he’s walking with his S/O, he’ll never grab their hand and will pull away if they try to hold his. he will, however, calculate the perfect distance to walk from his S/O so their hands will brush against another every so often. you can only tell he’s enjoying it because of the dusted blush that will stain his cheeks - the dude’s mad cute. 

À la Mode


Dean was rearranging the tubs of ice cream in the back freezer when he heard the bell on the door jingle.

“Jo, there’s a customer!” He shouted over his shoulder, hopefully loud enough for Jo to hear. He turned back to the pile of Cookies and Cream tubs that needed to be situated. He had a firm grasp on one of the slippery tubs, a mantra of ‘lift with your legs, not your back’ playing in his head, when Jo poked her head around the corner.

“This one’s for you, lover boy.” She grinned and nudged him aside, lifting the tub with ease and only slightly bruising Dean’s ego.

“What do you mean? It’s your shift on register.” She turned to look at him and cocked an eyebrow.

“A pair of blue eyes you’ve been drooling over for months says otherwise.”

“Shit, it’s Cas?” He scrambled to find his apron and standard issued Baskin Robbins visor. “What day is it? Isn’t it the 18th?”

“Last I checked, why?”

“No reason. I’ll be back.” He nearly skidded out of the storage room.

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~12x02 codas keep making me cry, so I’m offering up a happy one lmao here goes~

“What are you doing?”

“Ordering dinner.” Mary looks up from the takeout menu with bright eyes. “You can do that over the phone, can’t you?”

Dean knocks his hip against the counter and squints at his mom. “Yeah. You planning on picking it up yourself?”

“Why is it that I feel like I’m the child here and you’re my mom?” She playfully raises her eyebrows at him to punctuate the question.

Dean smiles down at the floor. “Uh, overprotective I guess. I’d, uh, love it if you went and got us some grub. Let me just get the keys and–”

“I’ll need 10 dollars. I wasn’t resurrected with any cash.”

Dean doesn’t hold back his laugh as he pulls a wad of cash out of his back pocket. “You’ll need more than that, Mom. Wait ‘til you see gas prices.”

She frowns down at the bills in her hands, but she doesn’t say anything else. As she makes her way toward the garage, she pats his cheek.

When she’s almost out of the room, he calls after her and reminds her that she hasn’t placed the order yet. She laughs and hits her forehead. He shows her how to use an iPhone. She calls it ridiculous and asks why they even say it’s a phone when in reality its other uses far outweigh its ability to make calls. He blinks at her.

Some stress drops from Dean’s shoulders once his mom is out of the bunker. He grabs a beer out of the fridge and downs half of it before joining Sam and Cas in the war room. Sam is staring intently at his laptop while Cas reads an old Men of Letters journal to see if there’s anything about the British chapter.

As Dean walks around Cas’ chair, Cas reaches his hand up without taking his eyes away from the book. Dean hands over his beer, Cas takes a drink, hands it back, and Dean pulls a chair out and sits close enough to Cas that their legs are knocking under the table.

Dean sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, reaching his arm toward Cas so he can give him a neck massage. Cas very briefly closes his eyes before resuming his research.

“How you doing, Sammy?”

From the opposite end of the table, Sam offers a tightlipped smile and trains his eyes back to the screen. “Still think I’m hallucinating, but at least it’s pleasant for the time being.”

“Did you try–”

Sam lifts his hands and presses his thumb to the old scar in his palm.

Dean smiles and drinks his beer.

“You trusted your mother to take the car?”

“You eavesdropped?”

“It’s easier than actively blocking you out,” Cas deadpans.

Dean stops rubbing his neck but keeps resting his hand on the back of his chair. “Should I have stopped her? I mean, she’s getting us dinner when she’s a guest in our home. Doesn’t that make us bad hosts?”

Cas just barely rolls his eyes as he closes the journal. “When I was sick, you let me watch Netflix and eat all of your Lucky Charms. I think you’re a fine host.”

Dean smirks at him and squeezes his shoulder. “That’s when you started sleeping in my bed, too. I think I went above and beyond as a host.”

“I don’t think that would be appropriate with your mother.”

“OK, the hallucination is once again a nightmare,” Sam says seriously. He closes his laptop and heads toward the kitchen.

Dean scoots his chair closer to Cas so he can nose at his jaw.

“You don’t seem too concerned about the British Men of Letters.” Cas’ neck betrays his words by tilting to the side and angling toward Dean’s mouth.

“Too hungry to care right now.”

“You could’ve offered to cook. That probably would’ve taken less time than Mary picking something up.”

Dean stops kissing Cas’ neck. “Honestly, I thought she might offer to cook. I was about to ask her what she wanted to do for dinner when I found her hovering over a menu.”

“Did you even check to see what she ordered?”

Before Dean can answer, Mary walks in empty-handed. She stops in the middle of the room and plants her hands on her hips.

“They were backed up. Said it would take an hour to fill our order! I’m starving.”

After a pause, Cas says, “I see where Dean gets his impatience.”

“And my appetite apparently,” Dean adds as he stands. “Don’t worry, Mom, we have steaks in the freezer. I got it.”

They’ve got some onions and peppers and a freaking eggplant in the fridge, so Dean quickly throws together an orzo salad with macaroni noodles since they don’t have orzo. Once the steaks are thawed (in the microwave, but nobody needs to know that), he throws them on the grill, heads back inside and tells Cas to keep an eye on them. He definitely doesn’t waste five minutes passionately explaining to Cas how to make sure all the steaks turn out perfectly medium rare.

While he’s roasting some broccoli, carrots and zucchini, Mary comes up behind him and asks what he’s doing.

“Uh, just roasting some vegetables. We went to the farmer’s market right before…well, a few days ago. Everything’s still good. You good?”

“You’re roasting the vegetables?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“And they taste good that way?”

“You kidding me? They’re amazing. I didn’t know I liked broccoli until I tried roasting it.”


Dean mixes the not-orzo salad and lets the silence sit between them for a second.

“Oh! I gotta ask you. Um. That meatloaf you used to make when I was a kid. You still know the recipe?”

Mary laughs and takes a seat at the kitchen table. “Piggly Wiggly, sweetheart.”


“I hated cooking. Why do you think I gave you PB&J for lunch every day?”

Dean huffs a laugh and scratches the back of his neck. “That’s, uh–I gotta be honest, one of the main things I’ve thought about you over the past three decades is that you’re a good cook.”

She immediately gets up and walks over to him. “Well, we’re getting to know each other now.” She pats his back a few times. “So, show me how you roast these vegetables.”

By the time Cas comes in with the steaks, Mary is cutting up some feta and laughing as Dean goes through the list of all the different kinds of mac and cheese he made for Sam when they were kids.

“He’s gonna be pissed when he sees the macaroni noodles in the salad,” Dean says with a wink to Cas and a nod toward the table.

Cas sets the plate of steaks down and stands with his hands by his sides, waiting.

“Macaroni and feta,” Mary says.

“Babe, go get Sammy, would you?”

Once Cas leaves, the conversation dies.

Dean and Mary laugh some more as they navigate around each other to set the table. When Sam comes in and asks what’s funny, they shrug him off.

Dean takes his usual seat next to Cas and squeezes his hand before they start eating. It’s his way of saying grace, which Cas finds sacrilegious. And hilarious.

Mary immediately stuffs her face and sings Dean’s praises with her mouth full. Sam looks at her, slack-jawed, but doesn’t say anything.

Dean loves cooking. He’s good at it. Not because he was trying to imitate his mom or take care of his little brother–even though those things are true–but because he just loves cooking. And that’s something he can share with his mom, show his mom, because they don’t have it in common.

After dinner, they all sit around the table and talk for a long time. Dean rubs Cas between the shoulder blades like he always does and then he scoots himself closer to Cas like he always does and then he wraps his arm tightly around Cas like he always does and then Cas leans up against his chest practically in his chair like he always does.

It’s not until Cas lazily turns and presses a kiss to Dean’s cheek that Dean registers something.

“Uh, Mom?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“You know Cas and I are–we’re–we have a, uh–I should’ve said–mentioned–”

Mary downs the rest of her beer. “You had a crush on John Travolta when you were 4, Dean.” She winks at Cas. “If you want my approval, you’ve got it.”

anonymous asked:

How do you think would Feuilly and Bossuey get engaged. was it an accident? Maybe it just slipped out and they were like "oh. Actually, why not?"

My suggestion:

Bahorel and Feuilly are living together.  To be fair, they’ve been living with each other since well before they officially started… doing what they’re doing.  (It’s dating, everyone under the sun knows they’re dating, they’re disgustingly sweet and in love with each other but they tend to describe as a “eh [shrug] y’know”. They’re romantically and sexually monogamous bros.)  But they’ve definitely been living with each other for a few years now with no sign of either wanting to do anything differently.  They know each other’s schedule, they know how to prepare the other’s coffee in the morning, they know how to tell when the other is stressed even if they’re being stubborn and not admitting to it (cough cough, Feuilly), they even have a perfect chore system. (Feuilly hates cooking but he likes doing dishes in the evening because he finds warm soapy water soothing, and Bahorel doesn’t mind cooking so long as Feuilly doesn’t complain about what he makes.  Feuilly will vaccuum on weekends while watching TV and is good at budgeting and shopping, and Bahorel will do laundry while dancing around in his underwear singing to the radio.  If one or the other has had a busy week the other will pick up the slack… or they both acknowledge not to bitch if they both give up on chores and live in squalor for a while.)

So they have a pretty comfortable co-existence at the moment.  No major fights lately, nothing shocking, just comfortable, happy love – in so much as anything can just be comfortable when it’s intertwined with the lives of the Amis.  And then It happens.  It’s a night in the middle of the exam season so they’re both basically dead human beings at the moment; it’s like two in the morning because they’ve lost control of their lives and they’re half asleep on each other’s shoulder on the couch while the TV goes into its second hour of a TLC marathon.  Soon-to-be brides fill the screen, with their laces and cakes and unnecessary reality TV drama.

Bahorel snorts to himself, jostling Feuilly just enough that he blinks awake from his half-dozing state to see the current bride crying about… eyeshadow? whiile the groom grouses to the camera.  Also, presumably, about eyeshadow.  Why was eyeshadow such an emotional experience?

“We’d make a way better couple,” Bahorel mutters, mostly to himself.

“Mmhm,” Feuilly agrees.

“Seriously, you’d be a way better groom than that asshole.  And you’d look damn fine in a tux.”

“Would I be able to get you into a tux?” Feuilly asks, curling up closer to Bahorel’s side, tucking himself under his arm.

“Well, for a couple minutes at least,” Bahorel allows.  “Like, five.  For the ceremony.  Ten if you let me tear the arms off.”

Feuilly chuckles, and watches absently as the bride’s mother started yelling at the catering staff.

“Our friends would make it fantastic,” Feuilly agrees.  “We could get Courf to make the music playlist.  Cosette would help decorate.  Grantaire would pretend to hate it but be making moon eyes at Enjolras the whole time as if he would ever pick up on anything that subtle.”

“I could kiss you in front of everyone.”

“What, do you not do that enough already?”

“Probably not.  Enjolras hasn’t given us a Look in at least a week for inappropriate make-outs.  We should probably step up our game.  But come on, are you saying you don’t want some old dude to say ‘you may now kiss the groom’ and get to make-out in a church in fancy suits?”

Feuilly hummed appreciatively and the two fell quiet again long enough for the show to finish, panning over some beautiful shots of the wedding venue and showing the bride’s happy, teary face as she held her new husband’s hand.

“You serious?” Feuilly asked then.

“What?” asked Bahorel, jerking a bit, head bobbing up again.

“Do you actually want to get married?”

“I… oh.”  Bahorel stared blankly out as a loud, obnoxious commercial took over the screen.  “Yeah.  Do you?”

“Yeah,” said Feuilly breathlessly.

“Oh,” said Bahorel again, this time shifting a bit so he could see Feuilly better.  Feuilly’s hair was a mess of slept on curls, with shadows around his eyes and a rumbled, dirty shirt from the previous day.  He was beautiful.  “Did I just propose with TLC?”

“Yeah,” said Feuilly, with a laugh.  “But I’ll forgive you if you wear a suit.”


(you may also enjoy this post which is a different ask about a Bahorel/Feuilly engagement and wedding)

anonymous asked:

I read the derek never told anyone about kate head canon, and now I'm sad. Can I get some confident happy derek, kate never happened, being all smug and flirty and hitting on spaz stiles who just flails and keeps making an idiot of himself, and generally being his adorable self? Because. Happy derek and happy stiles. Please, thank you?

Oh no, nonnie, I can’t have you sad! Okay, HAPPY AU TIME.

“You know, if you wanted my attention you could have just called my name instead of walking into a wall,” Derek says, smirking and holding an ice pack out for Stiles to take.

Stiles scowls. “I was not trying to get your attention, assface. I was trying to, uh, well-” Stiles thinks desperately of something to say that isn’t avoid looking at your perfect ass. Stiles doesn’t remember the last time he jerked off without picturing Derek’s face (or ass) and he thought if he could just go one day without seeing said perfect face and ass he could jerk off in peace tonight, because pining after cumming is so pathetic even Scott is giving him judgemental looks now.

“Yes?” Derek asks, a shit eating grin working its way across his face, mocking Stiles. The worst part is though, Stiles doesn’t know what he wants more- to punch it clean off, or kiss it until it goes slack and-

“You are aware you’re saying all that out loud, right?” Derek says, tilting his head to the side adorably and, fuck, Stiles has never been this close up to his eyes before. What colour even are they?

“My birth certificate says green, but I usually just let people pick a colour for themselves,” he winks. “Do you have a habit of narrating your thoughts, or do I just make you nervous?”

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anonymous asked:

I want to be a scientist but I don't think I'm smart enough to be one? If I were a scientist I'd want to be like an astrophysicist or a seismologist or a geneticist but. I am v v bad at math and sometimes science because sometimes science says its science but really is math

I FEEL THIS. You have no idea. My lowest grades in high school were science and math (especially physics). I scored off-the-charts on languages and social studies, but had trouble keeping up with pretty basic stuff when there were numbers involved. I remember sitting down to take a senior-level physics test and having trouble understanding what a slope was. My first semester in college, I scored a 48% on my intro calculus midterm (and this wasn’t one of those classes with a curve). But I was willing to cut myself some slack because it was all new to me, and that attitude paid off big-time.

That’s the annoying thing about science: it’s so often presented as something you can only pursue if you’re somehow instinctively amazing at it. We give people leeway if they’re just beginning to learn a musical instrument–if somebody goes up to a first-time violinist and goes, “dude it’s all screechy you should probably quit because you’re terrible,” or finds a first-time artist and says, “your style is terrible what is that like six fingers on each hand?” we rightly call them a big ol’ jerk and assure them that the person’s learning and will improve over time. But somehow it’s acceptable to see someone struggling with a brand-new scientific concept and go, “Nah, you’re terrible at this, you should probably quit.”

Here’s the secret: you haven’t started studying math and science yet, not really. High-school-level stuff is the equivalent of learning the alphabet; you haven’t started learning to write stories yet. The truly difficult thing about science is that you’re fundamentally going to be an adult beginner convinced you’ve already had twelve years of training, and that’s a difficult situation to be in. If you start learning a language or a musical instrument at eighteen or nineteen, it’s gonna be a little trickier than if you’d learned it in elementary school. But if you’re patient with yourself and honest about the fact that there’s gonna be a bit of a learning curve, you can do damn good things.

Everyone in a science program is in that same adult-beginner boat. Some people are better at hiding their uncertainty than others, but you’ll find plenty of people who feel exactly the same way you do. I’m in a very competitive PhD program right now. My colleagues, statistically, have to be some of the brightest people on the planet when it comes to science. And I still hear, constantly, “I’m terrible at math, help me out on this,” or “wait, how does this work again?” We help each other out.

Having a good attitude and enthusiasm like you have? That’s gonna get you far, because it’ll let you pick yourself back up the first few times you fail. There’s nobody in a science program who hasn’t failed an exam; most have probably failed a class or two. Passing tests is not what makes you a good scientist; that’s not what makes you “smart”. What makes you a good scientist is going back to the drawing board after you fail and learning how to fail a little better next time. It’s right there in the scientific method. Persistence (and ignoring the assholes who try to make you feel small because it’s the only way they can feel big) is what really matters.

And if you get sick and tired of having to pick yourself up? There’s a huge variety of math levels in science! My friend wanted to study storms, but found the math in an atmospheric science program too demanding, so she switched to a geography program. Now, in grad school, we’re studying essentially the same thing (absurd math and all), but we came at it from different angles. I ask her for help on math stuff because she has a much clearer sense of the theoretical than I do; she just needed a slightly more gradual and focused introduction to the topic, which her geography program wound up giving her. We’re living in an interdisciplinary world. There are a lot of options.

You’re also in the amazing position of having a lot of resources to draw on. Khan Academy is wonderful for math from kindergarten all the way up to college-level. Most undergraduate departments have some form of free tutoring hours for the intro-level classes. Professors have office hours where you can learn one-on-one–and so few students take advantage of that offer! I’m also honestly very happy to help with this kind of stuff.

So don’t count yourself out yet! Think of yourself as someone who’s had a violin untouched in their closet for the past twelve years; it’s gonna be pretty squeaky when you bring it out and finally start taking lessons, but the fact that you’ve owned it for this long doesn’t mean you should somehow be amazing the second you try to play it. Keep that persistence in mind, focus on that enthusiasm, and if all else fails remember that there are lots of different paths that all lead to doing the same amazing stuff.