i think this has been posted before but oh well

  • Arthur: Merlin?
  • Merlin: What?
  • Arthur: Where is my sword?
  • Merlin: What?
  • Arthur: Where. Is. My. Sword?
  • Merlin: I, uh, put it away.
  • Arthur: Where?!
  • Merlin: Why do you need to know?!
  • Arthur: I need it!
  • Merlin: Oh no! Don't even think about doing any of your knight crap! We've been planning this evening for two months!

anonymous asked:

Why the fuck would you spread this sort of message to people? If you're really suicidal you should be asking for help not posting damn memes about it on tumblr for vulnerable people to see and think it's "funny" or "quirky"" seriously this is just fucking sad. Coming from someone who has actually been seriously suicidal before.

Oh well excuse me while I stop using my coping mechanism because it upsets you. I’ll just go tell my doctors that the time I attempted suicide wasn’t real and I was just being quirky.

Classicaloid theory: Mitsuru’s plans?

Okay so I actually wanted to do a theory on Bach’s plans to accidentally plunge the world into Armageddon through his blind and obsessive pursuit of the perfect music

But I wanted to get this down fast before I jump into that one

Spoilers below if you haven’t seen Episode 18

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“No Darling I Could’ve Lost You”

HIIIII!!! Oh my gosh, it has been so long, I think eight months actually. Well before posting this I had wrote a long post explaining why I went MIA, and then i deleted it. I figured no one would want to read a long post about someone’s life who is basically irrelevant, sorry not sorry. Okay, so I decided I would quickly describe it here, and then smooth it over with a new post, LOL. When I started this account I was getting ready to graduate from high school, I was 15 at the time. The last post I made was in September, the same month as my 16th birthday, and that was the age I needed to be to be able to graduate in a certain program. I was in the program for about a month when I started testing to graduate, and I had to schedule my test far apart so I could have enough time to study for each one long enough. I took my last test in December and I graduated on December 17th. I then started college in the Spring of 2016, and it has been crazy. I know it is no excuse, as I left without a word, but guys things were crazy. I’m 16, and there is a lot I am trying to figure out. This blog just kind of slipped from my main focus, but I always thought about it, which resulted in me writing in my free time. I may have stopped posting, but I never stopped writing. SO with that being said, here is one of my new imagines! I love you all so much! And I just want to take things slow, as I am attending college for the summer semester and working as well, so things are still hectic. But I just wanted to start posting again. And requests are open, I love writing for you guys! 

NIall Horan

Word Count: 3,129

A year ago when I married Niall Horan, a lad who came from Mullingar, I didn’t think of the fact that I was also marrying a famous superstar who had millions of dollars in his possession. Which is why the word money never came out of my mouth, and is the same reason why I insisted on having separate banking accounts, and having a prenuptial agreement signed. He said I had been crazy, that my money was his, and his money was mine; ours. I only laughed at him, telling him how foolish he was. My teacher’s salary could never live up to what he brought in, and I didn’t want the lines to get blurred. I loved him and he loved me, but money always seemed to mess things up. But then life happened, there was things I couldn’t afford and unfortunately I had to lean on him for. My dad had an intestine transplant during the first three months of our marriage, and he found out that I was helping my mom pay for it.  When I told him that I was fine, and that I didn’t need his help he got offended. He had said he was my husband, and that he was there for these type of things. An intestine transplant cost over a million dollars. Then after this, little things began to happen, a house mortgage here, a family member’s overdue bill there, and I hated it. They would attack Niall at family get-togethers, asking him for this, begging him for that. He always did it, he always gave it to them, and I asked him to stop. I didn’t marry him for his money, and they were sure making it seem like it. He would just laugh me off saying, “I know baby, you’re not that type of person. But if I can help, I want to help, I love the fact that I am actually able to. Let me enjoy it for a bit, yea?”

He said for a bit, but it never ended, and while he had more than enough money, it wasn’t right. This wasn’t what I wanted, and I was happy that he understood that. Well I thought he understood that.

“Niall babe whose car is outside,” I asked as I stepped into our house, immediately kicking off my crochet flats. “I thought it was Kevin but what would he be doing here- oh hello Kevin!” I greeted Niall’s banking accountant when I made my way into the living room. There sat Niall and Kevin, who had a thick stack of papers stuck into a manila folder. He sent me a small smile with no greeting, which was unusual for him. Kevin was always quite nice to be honest, and always offered me a hug when I accompanied Niall to go meet him. However, both men sat there with unimpressed looks on their faces. “Is something wrong?” I asked timidly as I placed my things down into a nearby love seat, and made my way over to Niall. I had intended on sitting down beside him, but I was rejected when he scooted over towards Kevin. What was that? “Niall are you okay?” I asked softly, my voice betraying a bit of the hurt I felt. I was also probably red in the face since Kevin witnessed Niall’s rejection. He finally turned towards me, disgust written on his face as he examined me. A snort escaped him as he rolled his eyes. “Yea Y/N I’m just peachy, what in the hell do you think?!” He shouted making me flinch and scaring me all the same.

Niall never talked like this, ever. Sure we’ve had our arguments before, but there was never screaming involved. Naturally he cursed a lot when things were heated, but he has never shouted at me, ever. To say that I was scared was an understatement, as I wasn’t prepared for his harshness. I decided to retract our closeness, and made it over to where I had placed my things. I picked up my AEO tote and placed it on the ground beside me, setting it on top of my teacher planner. Niall flicked his hand towards Kevin, signaling the man who was in his early 30’s to talk. “Hi Mrs. Horan,” He finally greeted me, as I nodded in response. “Um as you can see Mr. Horan is a bit upset.” He commented the obvious as I nodded once more, my eyes flickering over to my husband. He looked both agitated and annoyed, and it seemed like it was meant for me. Had I done something to make him angry? I had been at work all day, teaching kindergarteners, what could I have done from so far away? Did he maybe call and I didn’t answer? At the thought I reached down into my bag, plucking out my phone to see that I had 10 missed calls from him. I was about to ask him if this is what was wrong, but he spoke up before I could. “Bloody hell Kevin, she doesn’t even care! Look at her she’s playing on her phone, I told you doing this would be a waste of time. I already know the truth!” His Irish accent was thick with anger, and I wanted to defend myself, but I was too scared to do so. Kevin sighed as he stood up, and plucked my locked iPhone from my hands. “Please listen carefully Y/N, this is very important.” Kevin explained slowly, talking as if I was one of the children that I had been teaching earlier. But instead of replying I just nodded my head, still trying to figure out why Niall had been so angry with me. Maybe listening would be a good idea. “I called Niall up this afternoon because some weird spending activity had been going on with his account.” Kevin informed me as I looked at him dumbfounded. “That’s got to be wrong, Niall is a great steward over his money. He isn’t one to spend lavishly.” I defended him like he was a child who had got caught stealing a candy from the store. “We know.” Niall and Kevin both said in unison, which was both cool and weird.

I scooted to the edge of my seat, crossing my feet at the ankles, and beginning to twiddle my thumbs. “So what is the problem, how much of it is gone?” I questioned, now worried. If he hadn’t been spending money from his account, then that meant someone else was, and that was bad. Not only had they somehow managed to break into something so personal, but they also stole his hard earned money. Money that made him stay away for months at a time, money that made him sing on stage for two hours and then have to go backstage and meet fans, money that made him sleep in a different place almost every night, and money that made him tired to the bone. I was awaiting Kevin’s response, but Niall talked instead. “Please Y/N, don’t act as if you don’t know how much is missing.” He snorted sarcastically, and I looked over at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” How would I know how much is missing? That makes absolutely no- Wait! “Wait a second, you think I stole the money?” I asked confusedly, almost laughing as I did so. This had to be a joke, a bit fat joke. “Ding, ding, ding, ding ladies and gentlemen the gold digger has finally figured it out!” He shouted loudly as he leaned forward in his seat, resulting in me releasing a deep breath. Had he really just called me that? Had he really just accused me of something so vile?

“Why would you say that? No, why would you think that, what is wrong with you Niall?” My voice broke as I spoke, as it was so thick with emotion. I unknowingly raised my hand to swipe at tears that I didn’t even know were running down my face. Niall laughed bitterly as he ran a hand through his dyed blonde hair. “Cut the crap Y/N, we all know those tears are fake. Won’t you just stop with the theatrics, don’t you think you’ve done enough over the past couple of years?” He sounded cold and cynical. Kevin cleared his throat presumably to stop Niall from talking any further, and to stop my crying. “While money has gone missing from his account, I don’t think you took it. Which is why I told Niall it would benefit us to hear from you first.” The middle aged man explained further, and my mouth fell agape. “So what you’re telling me is, is if you hadn’t have talked Niall down from a ledge, then I probably wouldn’t be here right now.” I was no longer looking at Niall, I couldn’t bear it. “I was going to call the police since lunch time, babe. You wouldn’t have even stepped foot in this house again.” Of course Niall had to rub it in, rub in the fact that he didn’t love or trust me. I wouldn’t ever, ever do such a thing, not in a million years.

I loved him for him, not for his money, it has never been about his money. Not in the three years we were dating before we got married, and not the one year that we have been married. Sure HE gave money to my family, but I always advised him not to. I have never touched one piece of his evil thing that he calls money. “How much is missing?” I ignored Niall as I returned my attention back to Kevin, wanting to know how much my husband was accusing me of taking. “$10M even, mam.” I looked at him bewildered then over to Niall, then back to him, and then back to Niall again. Let’s just say I repeated the process a couple of times. “You think I took that from you?! Let along that much?” I wanted to pull my hair out, how could he accuse me of such a thing? This made no sense. “Y/N, you’re the only other person who has access to the account, who else could it have been?” Niall asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I stood up from my seat, making my way over to him, and plopping down right beside him. “Do you hear yourself right now, Niall? I haven’t ever touched any of that money, for Pete’s sake I don’t even know any of the information to get into the account.” I was now trying to explain myself, to make him see. I just wanted him to see, and then leave it be. All he had to do was drop it, and hug me, and this would all be done. No apology necessary, I just wanted him to stop looking at me, as if I betrayed him. I loved him and he loved me, that’s all that mattered. “Hand me her phone, Kevin,” Niall stuck out his hand towards Kevin, but kept his gaze on mine. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what was going on. Kevin placed the phone in Niall’s open palm, and for a few seconds he looked down at it. “Is the code still the same?” He questioned, and I nodded tightly, the code being our wedding anniversary. I watched as his fingers moved deftly across the touchscreen, and he stopped when he got to what he wanted. He was on the notes app, and I was even more confused, now wasn’t the time to write a note. However, I understood what he was doing when he showed me the screen, his account’s information. It all sat there against a yellow lined paper, staring me blank in the face.

“J-just because I have it, doesn’t mean I use it. I didn’t even know that was still there.” Goodness I didn’t even sound convincing to my own ears. “Take a look.” Niall instructed Kevin as he handed the phone over to him, and he sighed in defeat. I guess he gave up on me as well. “You know Niall, I have a job too. Why would I need to take your money?” I spat confidently, I didn’t need to take his money when I had my own. I watched in horror as my husband of a year doubled over in laughter, his face filled with amusement. “You call that a job? You babysit 4 year olds all day, I’m not quite sure you’re capable of anything else really.” He continued to laugh as I could feel tears swelling in my eyes again. “What is that supposed to mean?” I was now sniffling my nose, having direct eye contact with him once again. The lad from Mullingar finally sobered up, and was sitting correctly again. He spread his arms across the back of the couch, a smirk on his mouth. “Well,” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “You know what they say Y/N. Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.” His words felt like a thousand little needles pricking every inch of skin that covered my body. I looked him deeply in the eyes once more, finding no type of remorse there. I was wasting my time, I finally realized. What was I trying to prove here? I stood up from beside him, walking back over to where I had placed my things and picked them up. “Where do you want my attorney’s to send the papers?” He questioned, and I immediately figured out he was talking about divorce papers. He wanted a divorce? Duh, Y/N, this wasn’t exactly something you could get over. He was accusing you of theft, what did you think was going to happen? That this was going to fade away or something? “Just send them to my parent’s house, I’ll be staying there.” Obviously he knew I was going to stay there, why did I have to add that bit on? So that he knew where he could come find me? So pathetic.

“Can I go pack my things?” I felt so dejected, so empty, and so hollow. “Anything that you paid for.” Niall responded uninterested and I nodded slowly. “That’s including gifts.” Kevin intercepted, just as his cell phone rang. I nodded once more, but I didn’t want anything that Niall gave me. I put my purse back down and quickly walked up the steps of my ex-home, if that was even a thing. I pulled my luggage collection into my walk-in closet, sat on the ground and begin to pack my clothes. I was trying to be quick, and in the process I knocked a large sized box off of a shelf. Knowing what it was I opened it with a guarded heart. It was all of the pictures we had taken over the past couple of years. Pictures of us when we were boyfriend and girlfriend, but more specially pictures from when we got married. I told myself I wasn’t going to take any, but fell weak when I noticed our wedding photo album. I had just stuck it under a bunch of my clothes, when I heard hurried footsteps coming up the staircase. I was taking too long. Niall stood in the doorway of the closet, his breath ragged as he looked at me. “I’m sorry I am almost done, this box fell when I-” I was explaining myself, but was cut off when Niall fell onto his knees in front of me, taking my face between his hands and kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

I sat there with my eyes as wide as saucers, not comprehending what he was doing, or what was going on. Why was he kissing me? He just told me he wanted a divorce, why was he doing this? Although I didn’t necessarily want it to stop, I braced my hands onto his chest, and pushed him away softly. “What are you doing Niall?” I questioned unsure, not knowing what had suddenly came over him. He hadn’t touched me once since I had stepped foot into our home, and now he was kissing me. His blue eyes bore into mine, they were different from earlier. They were softer, almost loving even, and that didn’t help my confusion at all. “I am so sorry,” Niall’s voice came out as a broken whisper, and I felt my heart nearly break at his words. Was he apologizing? But for what exactly, for the accusation or the things he said about my job? “I shouldn’t have accused you of such a thing, I know that you’re not that kind of person. I also shouldn’t have said those things about your job, I know how much you love it.” He continued on like he just read my mind. I leaned my forehead against his as I closed my eyes. “Why did you say those things?” I whispered, wanting his reassurance. “I had felt betrayed, because I loved and trusted you so much, I felt as if you betrayed me. I was so angry and upset, and that stupid idiom had been floating around in my mind since I had been suspicious of you. I just wanted to hurt your feelings.” He admitted as I nodded slowly, knowing that we could move on from this.

“What made you believe me?” I questioned, now suddenly curious. “Would you believe that I suddenly realized that you would never do such a thing,” He asked, and I shook my head, laughing softly. “Okay, well if I’m being completely honest, I didn’t realize it. Kevin got a phone call, and they told him that the transaction had happened in Mullingar.” He explained, and I jerked my head back in confusion. “Mullingar, that makes no sense.” I stated uneasily, knowing that no one in Niall’s family would steal from him, no one. He sighed as he kissed my forehead. “Well when we went visit my family last week, that’s how it happened. Some kid at a McDonalds there wrote down the card number, and the security code. How he actually got into the account, I don’t know, but he did. I guess I didn’t notice it before since it was just little things, but this was quite big obviously.” Niall replied honestly, and I immediately started laughing. “I always told you that your obsession with fast food would be the death of you. You could’ve lost all your money, Niall.” I teased as he pulled me onto his lap, swiping a piece of my hair behind my ear. “No darling I could’ve lost you.” He smiled softly, before unknowingly sending me to heaven with a sweet kiss.

Pun of the day: Ruby vs Roman.

Roman: Well little red, what’s your next move?

Ruby: Nothing, you win.

Roman: *bemused* What?

Ruby: You win, I tip my hat to you.

Roman: You’re not wearing a hat..

Ruby: Oh? Well I guess I’ll just have to use yours!

*Ruby expertly snatches Romans hat, before ripping it in half*

Roman: *Im despair* No!

Ruby: Well this has been CAPtivating, but I think I’ve beanie gone for a long time. Later!

*Roman falls to the ground*

Yang: *From the ground below* THE EMPIRE HAS FALLEN!

Craig’s palms are sweaty as he tries, for the third time, to wipe them off on his jeans before slipping his hand into Tweek’s. The summer air is tepid at best and the grass they’re laying on is itchy, but Craig couldn’t be more content. The Delta Aquarid meteor shower has been ongoing all July, but tonight the shower is supposed to be at its peak, so they wait for 2 a.m. to roll around, watching the ripples in the water of Stark’s Pond. The cicadas buzz loudly in the nearby trees as Tweek squeezes his hand tight, and Craig feels his heart thud a little harder in his chest.  

Tracking celestial events like meteor showers and comets is probably considered geeky to some people, but Craig can’t really bring himself to care. He has always loved space, and Tweek, miraculously, shares this interest with him. Tweek is really more focused on the alien part of space instead of things like lunar eclipses and black holes, but it makes Craig happy just the same when Tweek agrees to sneak out and star-gaze with him on a regular basis.

“Okay but I read this book, right? And it talks about all the different species of aliens that are living on earth right under our noses, dude! And the government just goes with it!” Tweek exclaims, gesturing wildly with the hand Craig isn’t holding. “There’s a real life Men in Black organization, Craig, I’m telling you. The government calls them in to cover shit up so the world’s population doesn’t get so freaked when something doesn’t go according to plan.”

Craig doesn’t know if he believes all the alien conspiracies Tweek talks about, especially the ones about aliens building the pyramids instead of humans. But he likes how excited Tweek gets when he talks about it, so he just listens with a small smile on his face. Then Tweek spots the first meteor making a short trail across the sky, and he falls silent. Both boys watch in awe as the peace in the star-filled sky is interrupted by bursts of blue and orange trails of light that disappear just as quickly as they arrived.

“Wow,” Tweek whispers. They watch the meteors streak across the sky in silence before Craig speaks up.

“I’m gonna be up there one day, Tweek,” Craig murmurs after a while, eyes never leaving the stars. He sees Tweek’s head turn to look at him in his peripheral vision, but he says nothing in return. After a few minutes have passed of Tweek staring at him quietly, Tweek releases his hand and rolls over onto his side, now hovering over Craig. “…What?” Craig asks, feeling self conscious as he focuses his gaze on Tweek. Tweek doesn’t answer, and before Craig realizes what’s going on, Tweek’s lips are on his.

Craig is surprised how soft Tweek’s lips actually are, considering how much he chews on them. The kiss is clumsy, neither of them really sure what to do, but Tweek keeps his mouth on Craig’s determinedly, and they quickly figure it out. Craig’s hand finds its way onto the back of Tweek’s neck, pulling him closer as their tongues find each other. It’s an odd sensation, feeling his tongue slip and slide against someone else’s, but the fact that that someone else is Tweek makes him moan.

Meteor shower forgotten, Craig hikes his leg up around Tweek’s calf and rolls them over, pressing Tweek back into the grass. Tweek’s breath hitches, wrapping his arms tight around Craig’s shoulders in a hug and successfully ending their kiss. Craig buries his face in Tweek’s neck and just stays there, catching his breath.

“I wanna be up there with you. You know, when you go,” Tweek whispers. Craig goes still for a second before gently pulling away from Tweek’s embrace, just enough to see his face. Tweek looks more determined than anything else as he searches Craig’s eyes for signs of rejection while Craig stares back at him.

“Why wouldn’t you be there with me?” Craig questions seriously. Tweek answers with a beautiful smile.

ford & mabel bonding drabble/fic #5: reconciliation

rating: k
characters: Mabel Pines, Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines (mentioned), and Dipper Pines (mentioned) 
word count: ~1560
summary: Weirdmageddon is over and done, and Ford and Mabel end up discussing and reflecting over what has occurred recently.
a/n: FINALLY GOT THIS FINISHED. And omg it’s been a while since I’ve written another drabble. (I still dunno what I think about this one tbh, haha. But I wanted to get this finished and posted before the finale.) I wasn’t sure what to title this drabble, but oh well lmao. This is kind of like a little au, since no one knows what’s gonna happen at the very end of the finale. I kind of wanted the two to talk about what happened since Ford came back through the portal? Idk but I hope you all enjoy reading. c:

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