i'm so ready to go too

7

One night, Junkrat was screwing around and broke his robotic arm. I like to think he is ashamed of his missing arm and feels like a disgusting thing because of it but Roadhog won’t let him think that.
Also, I just wanted to make some sad Junkrat ;u;

anonymous asked:

I neeeeeed to say this to someone who probably also noticed it. I'm rewatching cause I'm thirsty like that and the Soft Boyfriends opening of 3.5 around 1min15sec... can we all appreciate Isak tilting his face towards Even but /not/ going in to kiss him?? just waiting there with a lil pout like "more kisses whenever ur ready pls" it so cute and Im so emotional about it rn?????

always asking for kisses

Cute & Sleepy Daddy
  • Baby: *getting ready to leave early in the morning*
  • Daddy: *sleeping*
  • Baby: Aww he's so cute. *whispers* Muah. I'm gonna miss him 💕
  • Daddy: Princess?
  • Baby, startled: Oh! Yes daddy?
  • Daddy: I love you.
  • Baby: *all smiley and little now* I love you too daddy. Why are you awake so early? Was I making too much noise? Did you set any alarm or something?
  • Daddy: No, I woke up naturally. I guess I just really wanted to see your cute face before you go.
  • Baby: Aww, well go back to sleep daddy. I'll be back, I promise. I love you.
  • Daddy: I love you too princess. Be good.

this is random but i feel like i have a moral obligation to promote these fics on more than just my sideblog sooooo if any of you enjoyed Captive Prince, you NEED to go read a few fics right this second, okay? okay.

  • Love of the Second Star (this one is complete now yay)
  • The Veretian Flytrap (a wip that updates every couple of days and has been literally murdering me for a month straight)
  • Touch You (this is a wip by the author of Love of the Second Star and it’s updated twice so far, but i can tell it’s gonna kill me)

these fics are honestly amazing and i’m gonna spend the rest of my days pondering how i can convince these authors to write larry fics too. 😈

OKAY? okay, thank you for your time and you’re welcome for reccing these fics. they will truly change your life for the better. 🙌🏻

2

This was my favorite part of this episode. Here’s why:

So here comes Daesung, trailing after Seungri, hands full with bowls of washed lettuce and whatnot. He’s taking his sweet time and, in typical introvert fashion, complaining about how he isn’t ready to return to camp yet (“I don’t feel like going back”)… but the second he sees TOP tending to the fire his demeanor changes.

He’s all, “Whoa, look at that fire! You okay over there?” There’s a teasing note to it, yes. Because he’s already been on TOP’s case once today about the importance of washing his hands before handling meat that they’re all going to eat, come on, hyung.

But just underneath that there’s genuine concern, too. Because Daesung cares. And TOP is Big Bang’s big baby, after all. Someone’s gotta look after him. Daesung doesn’t call himself his nanny for nothing; one look at TOP dutifully manning the grill and he knows he’s having a hard time.

At Daesung’s voice TOP turns and– finally, someone who will listen to him! “The tongs are too short,” he complains, though by now he’s laughing at himself a little too. He knows his problems are trivial, but he just… he needs to unload on someone. The fire is hot! It hurts his hand! Why won’t anyone acknowledge that he’s struggling?

Poor TOP, the others all shot him down when he made a fuss about the heat from the fire burning his hand: “What do you want! Leave me alone!” They were so done with him right from the start; they had work of their own to do and no patience for his whining. But then along came Daesung, offering him an ear and an opportunity to vent his frustrations a bit. And really, sometimes that’s all TOP needs to keep going: someone who recognizes that, above all, he just wants to be heard.

Daesung is so good to him. 😭 😭 😭

Autumn Would you Rather
  • Would you rather:
  • 1. Go apple picking V.S. Go on a hay ride
  • 2. Scary V.S. Sweet
  • 3 Sweaters V.S. Boots
  • 4. Socks V.S. Mittens
  • 5. Bonfires V.S. Football
  • 6. Trick or Treating V.S. Watch Scary movies
  • 7. Apple Pie V.S. Pumpkin Pie
  • 8. Halloween V.S. Thanksgiving
  • 9. Bake Pie V.S. Bake Cookies
  • 10. Rain V.S. Fog
  • 11. Black Cats V.S. Owls
  • 12. Ghosts V.S. Wizards
  • 13. Harry Potter V.S. Halloweentown
  • 14. Go Hiking V.S. Sleep in
  • 15. Cinnamon V.S. Nutmeg
  • 16. Reading V.S. Writing
  • 17. Hot Chocolate V.S. Tea
  • 18. Live in a Cabin In a Forest V.S. Have it be fall 24/7
  • 19. Candy Apples V.S. Caramel Apples
  • 20. Blankets V.S. Pillows
  • 21. Roasted marshmallows V.S. Roasted Chestnuts
  • 22. Coffee V.S. Apple Cider
  • 23. Red Leaves V.S. Orange Leaves
  • 24. Braids V.S. Bows
  • 25. Scented Candles V.S. The Smell of Fresh Baked Goods
  • 26. Carve Pumpkins V.S. Make Pumpkin Pie
  • 27. Pumpkin Spice Lattes V.S. Chai Tea Lattes
  • 28. Coats V.S. Oversized Sweaters
  • 29. Beanies V.S. Berets
  • 30. Candy Corn V.S. Peanut Butter Cups
  • 31. S'mores V.S. Apple Crisp
  • 32. Jump In a Pile of Leaves V.S. Swing on a Tire Swing
  • 33. Corn Maze V.S. Haunted House
  • 34. Bob For Apples V.S. Visit a Pumpkin Patch
  • 35. Whipped Cream on Hot Chocolate V.S. Marshmallows on Hot Chocolate
  • Drop me a couple numbers and then reblog so you can play too!
I'm so excited to see all of the p101 trainees debut within the next few years

I’m ready to stan

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lunenn  asked:

I'm not sure if you're taking prompts but what if Scully gave up William with a photo of them together? T.T you would write that so well!

I’m always beside myself with joy when I get prompts. So yes, I take them :D Thank you so, so much for this one. It might not be what you probably wanted, but I hope you like it anyway. 

“It’s you.”

Dana Scully has imagined this moment a million times: meeting her son. She has imagined it even before she gave him up. Before she gave up. Find me, she had pleaded silently with the boy, whose curious eyes were a mirror of her own. Instead he had thrown her a toothless grin, kicked his tiny feet at her, and grabbed for her hair. Her son, then, was not a mind-reader. There was nothing special about him except that he was her son, her own flesh and blood, conceived against all odds; a miracle in its purest form.

She has imagined this. She has dreamed about it when he was two years old and young enough to forgive her. She has imagined it when he was six years old and melancholy propelled her thoughts forward; guilt and a sense of having done right by him preventing her from doing the unthinkable. She’s craved it when he was 12 years old and nothing made sense anymore. Her reasons for giving him up nothing more than smoky clouds, burnt ashes in their enemy’s ashtray. This, now, is not how she imagined it.

“It’s you.” The boy with the same curious eyes repeats. His voice wavers now, for a short moment, as if uncertain. He cannot know her, Scully thinks. There is no reason, no logic in it, and she can’t find the words to tell him this or anything else. His lips pout in the same way his father’s do. His eyebrows furrow in the same way hers do, she has to admit. It’s logical that she recognizes him; his features are her own, are Mulder’s. The boy, without taking his eyes off her, hunts through his pockets and produces a crumpled up, slightly torn piece of paper. He unfolds it, carefully, and Scully gasps. It’s not a piece of paper; it’s a photograph.

“That’s you.” William smiles at her, softly.

“It’s me.” Scully croaks out as she instinctively reaches out for the picture. She had put the picture inside his small bag back then without thinking about it. She figured his new mother would tear it up, throw it away. Scully, even then, knew that sending the photo of her holding a tiny William with him was a risk. A risk, however, that she just had to take. She had wanted his new mother to know, to see, that she, too, had loved William. Never had she dared to hope that William would even see it.

“Hi,” her son, who is already taller than her, surprises her again by reaching out his hand, “it’s nice to finally meet you.” Scully’s hand hovers for a moment before the boy grabs it, shakes it heartily. His smile turns into a full blown grin. Mulder. It’s Mulder written all over his face and reminding her, bitterly, why she’s here. Why she broke the promise she made to herself, to this child, to stay away from him.

“William,” his name feels strange on her tongue; usually she thinks it, mumbles it in her sleep, and when she uses it, it’s not to address him. He eyes her, ever curious, and waits. He knows. He can’t possibly know or understand, and yet he does. “I’m here because… I didn’t want to disturb – to change,” Scully sighs; angry at herself for being here, for not finding the words. She’s furious that this child, her baby, is a stranger. A stranger who shares her blood and who is her only chance to save Mulder.

“You need my help, don’t you? Is it because,” this time he pauses, looks at the faded picture of himself and a mother he never knew. Scully wonders what he sees, what he feels, when he looks at it,“ my father. Is it because of him? He’s not in this picture.” William holds it up as if she didn’t know. She had her mother take that photograph so she could send it to Mulder. Except he didn’t have an address. She decided to keep it until he came home. He just never did.

“Yes, he's… he’s very sick. I- where are your parents? I need to-”

“There is no one.” William tells her evenly. She stares at him. At this boy, who clutches a picture she gave him once, a lifetime ago.

“What do you mean there is no one? Where are your parents?” She hates this word, she realizes, as her eyes find the picture in his hand again.

“My parents… got divorced when I was young. Father died a few years after that. My mother… she wasn’t well,” he pauses and shuffles his feet, “my aunt and I decided to put her in a nursing home.”

“You- you’re all on your own out here?” William nods as if it’s nothing. It’s his reality and the only thing he knows.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” he chuckles, running a hand through his auburn hair before he glances at her, “but I knew you’d come back one day. I just knew it. You could say I had a hunch.” Shivers run down Scully’s arms, down her back. She can see Mulder grin; wants to introduce him to their son, who is so much like him, full of hope and ideas.

“I don’t think you’re crazy,” she breathes out and William grants her another smile that lights up his whole face. She hopes he’ll never stop. She doesn’t deserve this, she thinks, but she doesn’t want it to end. “I know someone who… who is just like that. Like you.” She finds herself smiling at the boy; her boy. “I’d love for you to meet him.”

“Then let’s go- you never even told me your name.”

“Dana. Dana Scully.” She thinks how strange it is to introduce herself to her son, but he nods at her. He lifts the picture and examines it closely; his eyes drifting from the frozen image of them and the real her in front of him. He mouths her name, trying it out, before he nods again.

“Let’s go, Dana.” He says, closing the door behind him and walking towards her.

“You don’t need to pack anything? Tell anyone? Your aunt? I understand if you want to see your mother, William. If you want to see her. I don’t know when we’ll be back. We have… time.” They don’t, really.

“I have everything I need right here with me.” William assures her, putting the picture back into his pocket. Then he stops suddenly, his eyes dark, his brows furrowed.

“What is it? Did you forget anything?”

“No, I… are we going on a plane?” Scully nods carefully.

“I’ve never… I mean once. I’ve flown once or maybe twice. It kind of scares me,” Scully is trying to come up with something. Assure him that flying is, statistically speaking, the safest form of travel. She could explain just how flying works. Before she can say another word, though, William starts speaking again,

“Could I… on the plane… could I hold your hand maybe?” He blushes a deep red.

“Oh! Of course,” Scully assures him with a nervous laugh, “Of course, you can William.” And his whole, lanky body relaxes.

“Why don’t we… practice?” Scully says, blushing herself now; this is another risk she is taking. Like the picture she left with him all these years ago. It might not turn out the way she wants it to. But she has to try. She just has to. She reaches out her hand to him, leaves the decision to him. He stays quiet this time and she is ready to take it back, to just go on with him in tow, without touching him. But William takes her hand and together they walk towards her car.

This is not how she imagined it. It’s not at all like the dreams she’s had.

But this time it’s real.

4

Redrawing that iconic conversation with Sora no Woto’s (more serious and sober) setting :”) IM READY FOR SEASON TWO. 

Also I made a speed paint video here!
The full res of the first image can be downloaded on my Patreon :D

New recruit

word count: 572

warnings: swearing

notes: since people seemed to like it here’s more rainbow 6 au. also on ao3

part 2 here


“Whatcha got there?”

Cartoonz looked up from his phone at the sound of the familiar voice, a smile graced his face before he looked back down and continued to scroll through it till he felt movement at his sides. Ohm and Delirious flopped down on either side of where he was sitting on the lumpy couch with what was surely the least amount of grace humanly possible.


“Just looking at our new fourth teammates files.” Cartoonz said, barely managing to not laugh at how quickly they perked up at that. Ohm immediately went to snatch the phone from his hand but Cartoonz was already expecting that. Tossing the phone to Delirious he got him in a headlock, trapping Ohms face in his armpit as he viciously noogied him. “That’s what you get Mr. grabby hands! Didn’t your momma ever teach you to say please?”


“What about that one guy though? You know, what’s his name, um, the one that hates Ohm?” Delirious asked, ignoring the scuffle going on beside him other than slightly raising his voice to be heard over Ohms muffled shouts.


With one last pull Ohm freed himself, looking worse for wear with his rumpled clothing, red face, and hair sticking up every which way from the noogie. “Jeff didn’t hate me! He just… wasn’t a fan of my sense of humor.” Ohm huffed, slightly out of breath from his struggle. “Besides, he didn’t like you that much either Delirious!”


“That’s because he’s a dick. Do you remember when we were in-”


“Jeff was injured in his last mission and is currently unfit for duty.” Cartoonz interjected before they got too far off track. That grim reminder of how dangerous their work was silenced the other two for a long moment.


Delirious was the first to shrug off the somber mood. “It’s probably because he didn’t have a cool code name.” It may have sounded rude to someone else, but he recognized it as Delirious way of trying to lighten the mood.


“Probably.” Cartoonz agreed with a laugh. “Either way we need a fourth person for our next mission so we’ve got him.” While he was speaking Cartoonz had grabbed his phone back and scrolled through the file till he got to a photo. Delirious and Ohm leaned in towards him to get a better look at the screen (the latter more carefully as he was slightly wary of getting another noogie). Both of them frowning at what they saw.


“Are you sure Cartoonz? He looks like a kid.”


Scrolling back through the files a bit he zoomed in on the guys statistics “Well this ‘kid’ has a higher ranking in his last couple missions then you Ohm.” He shot back jokingly.


“What the fuck, he’s got way less kills though!” Delirious pointed to some of the stats on the screen. “Why’s he ranked so high?”


“Well were gonna try him out on our next mission and see how he does.” Cartoonz ignored the question, locking his phone and putting it in his pocket. “Which were being shipped out to in the next hour by the way, so you guys might wanna go get ready.”


The other two groaned in unison upon hearing that. Cartoonz grinned at their reaction before standing up and offering each of them a hand.


Delirious let out even louder and more dramatic groan as Cartoonz pulled him to his feet. “What’s his name anyway?”


“Bryce.”

battle ready

If the Mega Man X cast met the Classics
  • Zero: Wow X seems to be having so much fun with his older siblings. Makes me wonder how my older brother's like.
  • Axl: Ha he's probably just like you! Quiet, too serious, cool under pressure-
  • Bass: *breaks down Dr. Light's wall*
  • Bass: hEY BITCHES I'M READY TO FUCKING FIGHT LET'S GO WHERE'S MEGA MAN
  • X and Rock: *screams
  • Zero: ...
  • Axl: *falls on the floor laughing* aMAZING

anonymous asked:

can you write something about how the scene from the stills goes

Red wine doesn’t taste as bad as the cocktails Magnus usually drinks, and it’s a bit better than the beer he had on their date.

“This is okay,” Alec says, taking a sip and leaning back against the couch. 

Magnus settles back against him, taking a drink from his own wine glass. “That wine is over 100 years old,” he says, with a smile on his face. “I would hope it’s ‘okay’.”

Alec tucks his chin over Magnus’ shoulder, tilting his nose to nudge at the side of Magnus’ neck. Magnus exhales slowly, moves his head a little so Alec can have better access if he so chooses.

He chooses, mouth opening a little to mouth over the skin available to him. Magnus turns to him then, eyes drifting down to his mouth before Alec closes the distance between them and kisses him.

Kissing Magnus is something he’ll never tire of, Alec thinks, shifting his body towards Magnus as Magnus sits up so he’s not twisting his neck. Magnus licks into his mouth and Alec nearly drops his glass.

“Suppose I should take care of these before we spill the wine,” Magnus says, pulling back for a second to snap his fingers, glasses disappearing from their hands and reappearing on the table in front of them. “There, much better.”

Magnus’ places his hand on Alec’s thigh, and his brain short circuits at the touch. Alec kisses him again, turning his body so that he can get a hand on Magnus’ face and pull him closer. Magnus obliges, gets a hand under Alec’s leg and pulls, catching Alec off guard when he finds himself in Magnus’ lap.

“Okay?” Magnus asks, eyes dancing across Alec’s face, searching for any sign of uncomfortableness.

Alec smiles, slides a hand to the back of Magnus’ neck and kisses him. “So okay,” he breathes, before going in for more.

  • Miguel: Sophie at the next like seemingly appropriate break would you eat a piece of celery really loudly?
  • Sophie: Absolutely Miguel it would be my pleasure.
  • Miguel: Can you do it right at the beginning of the battle sequence when everyone is being really silent and you can just hear the wind?
  • Sophie: Yeah absolutely I will gladly - I've got it ready to go.
  • Miguel: It's coming now I’ll give you fair warning.
  • Sophie: Is it coming now?
  • Miguel: I'm going to count it off for you.
  • Sophie: We should have like a good 20 seconds of awkward silence before I eat the celery though right? Just so it makes it thrice as effective.
  • Miguel: I’m glad we’re talking so much -
  • (Kit crunches loudly on a piece of celery)
  • (cackling all around)
  • Sophie: OH KIT!
  • Miguel: That's too early!
  • Sophie: That's Kit! Kit's got it! You b@st@rd. Sabotage!
  • Kit: Aww I f*cking hate celery. Why did I do that? Yuck.
THE HIGHLIGHT MEDLEY

ARE YALL HEARING THIS SHIT OH MY GOSH IM IN LOVE 

reaction thoughts: 

don’t wanna cry - oh?? my gosh???? this is so fucking catchy i’m shook. lee jihoon at it again. this is his first time with this sound and he did so fucking well????????? this might be one of my fav title tracks and i’ve only heard 12 seconds of it. 

입버릇 - my soft babies!!! vocal team at it again with making me cry!!! 

if i - yes!!!!!! listen to that sound!!! it’s so pleasing oh my gosh??? wOnwoo BOY! 

swimming fool - A BOP!!! performance team go!! 

my i - SORRY OK BUT IM GONNA BE CHINA LINES NUMBER ONE HYPE WOMAN BC THAT BITCH IS A BOP. LISTEN TO MY BOYS GO. THEY FIT SO WELL TOGETHER IM LIVING. YES. FUCK. 

crazy in love - a whole bop what the fuck listen to those vocals i’m deaD 

who - we already knew who was a bop but damn. hearing that studio version i’m SHOOK. not ready. 

 check in - ok. always a bop. i love it so much. we all already love check in.

It's so emotional
  • Friend: I'm watching this new show and it's so amazing! You should watch it too.
  • Me: Yeaah, uhm, maybe.
  • Friend: Just give it a try!
  • Me: (tearing up) I'M NOT READY TO LET GO OF SKAM YET OKAY?!