i'd probably be happy

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Well… she did know how to open it… (Anna and Remington (my ocs) and 2017) Happy New Year!

anonymous asked:

I hope you continue with your Clexa harry potter fanart..I love them so much! If you're looking for prompts, how about one with Clexa at the Yule Ball and doing the Champions Waltz (with each other of course)?

(More HP AU here.)

You know what people sending hate over one of my ships has done? It hasn’t made me think my ship is wrong, it has made me scared to reblog anything to do with it.

In fact, I’ve been put off of an entire series because of the fandom, and seeing the “good” ship that I’m supposed to ship on my dash gives me anxiety. I actually know a lot of people who have been emotionally or mentally affected by ship hate.

Don’t be an asshole. If you don’t like a ship, you know what’s better than spamming my inbox? Blacklisting the tag, or even unfollowing me.

No Place Like Home

The future is a different country. Sometimes it’s hard to find home. 

A What If Peggy (with the Serum) was in the ice with Steve AU (Steggy Secret Santa gift for @bisexualhayesmorrisons)

Note: This is… slightly more melancholy in tone than I’d really intended, especially at the beginning, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Also, this is not compliant with Peggy’s backstory in S2.



“I’ve gotta put her in the water,” Steve said, looking at her as she fiddled with the radio, trying to get someone on the line.

She didn’t acknowledge the words. She focused on the panel in front of her, but her shoulders were tense and the red nails of her empty hand bit into her palm. They had both looked at the instruments panel. It didn’t take fluency to know that whatever Schmidt had pressed earlier had locked them on course to New York. There wasn’t any choice, and they both knew it. The plane had to go down, and the only way to accomplish that now was to do it manually.

“Peggy?”

She looked over at him, her hair mussed and falling in her eyes after the fighting with Schmidt. She watched him with resignation for a moment. She’d always known there was the possibility that they might not live to see the end of the war, but right now it was overwhelming. She sighed and went still, when Steve reached out to take her hand, gently pressing his gloved fingers against her clenched ones, prompting her fingers uncurling to wrap tightly around his. Some of the tension ebbed away from her frame, but there was a fear there that wouldn’t be assuaged with a mere touch.

“If I could just find the bloody frequency-” Peggy grumbled, adjusting the radio panel with her free hand. There was a pop and crackle before static.

“I’m sorry, Peggy.”

She sighed. “I know.”

Ice stretched across the horizon, a white blanket. There was a moment of regret and pain for all the things neither of them would get to see now. All those plans and promises they’d both acknowledged but never quite made were going to end here in the cold. When Steve let go of her hand to take hold of the stick, Peggy laid her hand on top of his and nodded.

Together, they pushed, sending the plane careening down toward the ice below.

“I guess we won’t make that dance after all,” Steve said, looking at her. He laughed, a sad chuckle that sent a lance through her heart. “Probably for the best, I would have hated to step on your toes.”

Peggy was tempted to laugh. Of all the things for him to worry about- even if it was for nothing. “Far worse things have happened to me than you stepping on my toes, Steve.”

He smiled sadly. “We could have had the band play something slow.”

Peggy woke gasping, a sharp prickle running across her skin like needles. It was a feeling of ice in her veins. She had dreamed of the crash before, the feeling of the wind and the cold and the searing pain that followed. It was never the same twice, sometimes she dreamed of other horrors: of the Schmidt’s red skull laughing as the plane went down in flames and the feel of blood pooling at her feet and covering her hands.

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i still like the idea of naruto busting sasuke out of prison and then traveling with him and team taka

Also one small thing I’d LOVE for Splatoon 2 but am highly doubting we’ll get is day/night in the Plaza!

Like Pokemon, how the day actually changes depending on the time of your clock, I’d love to be able to have some cool nightlife lights and stuff if I log in during nighttime! It doesnt have to even apply to the stages (though that’d be AWESOME if each stage had a day or night version)

Also to take it even farther into “Not-gonna-happens”, but seasonal weather! CAN YOU IMAGINE AN AUTUMN PLAZA?? A SNOWY ONE?? It’d be so cool QAQ

My coworker tried to ask me out for Valentine’s Day. The notion is sweet, but there are a few problems. 1: I’m pretty much married to my job 2: he’s already proven to be clingy and weird 3: sleeping or reading a book is a more ideal night than making forced, awkward and idle chatter 4: he asked me when I was up to my ears in projects. All I could manage when he asked me if I wanted to go out was an awkward, “Well WOW, that’s an idea.”

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It’s 2 in the morning and I’m so fucking emotional over the fact Cr1TiKaL is a person that exists

a sad AU

Marinette and Adrien know of each other’s identities and are a breath away from becoming official (in the dating sense). They both have come to terms with each other’s alter egos and are the best of friends and super in love, of course. During the final battle with Hawkmoth, something goes wrong. It’s more difficult than either of our heroes could anticipate and they watch each other wear thin as Hawkmoth pushes them to their limits. In the end, Adrien sacrifices himself to defeat Hawkmoth once and for all while Marinette can do nothing but watch in horror.

Flash forward 5-ish years later. Marinette no longer poses as Ladybug (though Tikki has yet to leave her side), and as far as the public knows, Ladybug died along with Chat Noir in that horrible battle all those years ago. Mari has decided it’s time to move on. She is dating a nice, normal man from a nice, normal background, and their relationship is comfortable, stable, predictable.

It will never be enough, but it will be what she needs.

Marinette’s boyfriend proposes, and Mari accepts. They host a party to announce their engagement to family and friends, and as the party draws nearer, Marinette begins to feel more uneasy. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all…? No. She can’t continue to hold on to the past. It’s time to let go.

As Marinette walks into the party arm in arm with her fiancé, her eyes meet with someone across the room. Someone whose eyes are very tired, and very green, and half hidden by blonde hair that’s gotten longer but she would recognize it anywhere.

And suddenly, the arm she is holding onto feels heavy as lead.

honestly just makes me fucking laugh how much I actually look like Daniel johns I stare at myself in the mirror for hours and I’m entertained lol!!

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I’m Sure I Don’t Know What You Mean

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You see the boy and you love him (insp.)
      ↳ Happy Birthday Faiza (victoriasugdens​)