if no one cries we all win

Personal things I loved about It (2017)

  • Mike fucking up Henry Bowers (the movie theatre erupted with clapping no joke)
  • Pennywise’s weird little jig he did (idk if that was supposed to be scary or funny bc y'all know I was laughing my ass off)
  • Beverly in general she’s a goddess
  • When Pennywise fucked up Patrick Hocketter (that shit was funny af)
  • How fucking adorable Georgie was ???
  • The fact mike couldn’t kill the sheep (I called mike chocolate daddy throughout the movie my friend was hating me for it)
  • Every one of Ritchie’s joke about Eddie’s mom
  • Eddies mom in general (literally me ??)
  • How shook the theatre was when Pennywise haD FUCKING THIRTEEN ROWS OF TEETH WTF
  • The overall dedication and hard work they put into the movie it was wonderful
  • “If we stick together, all of us. We’ll win.”
  • “Welcome to the Loser’s Club asshole!”
  • How shook I was at literally every Beverly scene ??
  • L O (S)V E R
  • When Bill found Georgie’s jacket (yeah I cried at that)
  • Me yelling ‘rip’ when anyone died
  • Just the overall movie was amazing. Honestly I loved it (ps i stan Stan ;;))
David isn't perfect: a PSA

Okay. So after the latest episode (That’s S02E07, ‘Bonjour Bonquisha’) I’ve been seeing a ton of people saying “That was ooc! David would never do that!”

I love David. I love him as much as the next fan, maybe more than is strictly necessary, and I love his flaws, too, and I’m here to tell you
Yes he absolutely would.

And the only way I can think of is to list, under the cut, every point of evidence for why I completely think David would punch someone, along with general flaws that people seem to be more than happy to overlook.

We’re going episode by episode folks and it’s gonna get long but I’ve been awake since 4 am and nothing’s gonna hold me back

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Eventhough Marine Le Pen made it to the Second Tour, against Emmanuel Macron, the leader of the Front National won’t likely win the election, since the majority of contestants are calling their voters to vote against her. It’s somehow a relief.  

But this election is dreadful. 15 years ago, when Marine Le Pen’s father, Jean Marie Le Pen won the Premier Tour, my mom cried in front of the tv. On the next sunday there were protests all over the country, where people sang “Le Pen, t’es foutu, la jeunesse est dans la rue” (Le Pen, you’re doomed, youth is marching). But in 2017, everyone knew she would be one of the two winners. The Front National has succeeded into making itself acceptable. 

We cannot let that happen, we cannot let ourself fall into the illusion that this political party is like any other, we cannot accept that a woman who supported her antisemite, racist and homophobe father be seen as acceptable. 

No, she probably won’t win this election. But there are more to come, and fear is a terribly powerful weapon which she uses perfectly. We, as a people, have to realize that fear has never been and will never be a solution. 

Le dimanche 7 mai, votez, votez et votez encore pour montrer que les valeurs de la République sont encore les nôtres. 

Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité. 

Any Other Way

Nancy, Steve and Jonathan decide to spend the summer after graduation driving around the country fighting monsters. But they weren’t counting on a stowaway…

It’s Nancy’s idea originally. She brings it up one January night, their senior year, when the three of them are studying at Steve’s house.

“There’s this…’network’ of people.” She drops her voice to a whisper. “Monster hunters.”

Steve and Jonathan glance at each other but let her go on.

“We weren’t the first to deal with something like this. And it happens, like, all over the country. A lot of people don’t know how to handle it, so they…well, they hire someone.” She pauses. “And they pay you.”

They don’t say anything and Nancy sighs. “Look, don’t you feel like we should do something? I do. I think about all the things that could be out there and the people who don’t know what to do…”

The boys both nod, looking away from her. They know that feeling well. Steve finally speaks.

“Nance, we can’t just drop out of school to go monster hunting.”

“I’m not saying we’d go now. I was thinking this summer, after graduation.”

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We could feel the Camp Nou buzzing. We could really feel the fan’s support. I simply have no words to explain how it felt. I have always dreamed of scoring a goal like that and being from La Masia made it all the more special. I’ve worked so long to do something incredible like this for my club. It’s a night that will always be remembered, like the one at Stamford Bridge when Iniesta scored. We made the impossible possible. People spoke about how hard it’d be for someone to come here and get us to win after everything that’s happened before. This comeback has given us new life to deal with what we have left in the season.
—  Sergi Roberto on Barca’s historic comeback.

Day 6: Your favourite Wonder Girls moment. 

so instead of just naming one fav moment, I’m just gonna include my top fav moments of the Wonder Girls in the past 10 years: 

1) Wonderfuls’ surprise to the girls. This is the best surprise ever. The fans decided to surprise the girls with the fanmade video with Wishing On the Stars’ song. The girls were really surprised and cried a lot. Well, except for the strong mandu, of course. 

2) WG’s 3rd anniversary. Well, this one is special because it’s their first anniversary in the US. People said them going to US was the worst decision, but for me, it’s what made the Wonder Girls today. In the US, the girls don’t have anyone else but themselves, so they stick together, tighter than ever. That’s what made their bond is stronger than any other group. 

3) Drunk WG singing Why So Lonely. No other words needed.

4) WG practising their instrument. idk why i was feeling really emotional when I watched their RealWG The Secret of Band Wonder Girls. They had been practising as a band even when Sunmi was promoting Full Moon! It really made me sad to think that we only got two comebacks from the WG band.

5) WonderBang collab. The legendary collab in the history of kpop! Any HeeDragon shippers out there?

6) WG in Weekly Idol. omg this is the funniest shit ever XD 4D Sunmi is in full force mode. When they first came in Weekly Idol, the girls were perfect in random dance but now that they are in a band and didnt really practice their dance version, there’s a lot of confusion. lol

7) Sunye’s wedding. Doesn’t she looks like the prettiest bride? 

8) WG cried while getting awards. Being a long-time Wonderful, one would know the anxiety whenever WG made a comeback. Despite being a senior group, we would always felt nervous to see if WG wins the first place in the weekly music shows. After all, Wonderfuls is a small fandom and we are not as strong as others. Seeing the girls crying when they won, made me felt a little guilty cause they deserve so much more and i wish our fandom is big enough to support them ;(

Missing Little Light

Word Count: 1,465
Reader (biological) sex: Female
Warnings: miscarriage, blood, all the emotion that goes along with that
Love Interest: Pietro
Note: this was requested by an anon, and writing sad/angry stuff is my specialty so here we gooo. Also, I have no experience with miscarriages, so I’m going off of what I’ve been told by someone who has and medical fact stuff.

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It’s been a little over a year and a half since Pietro and I have been married. Before that, we’d be together as just boyfriend and girlfriend for nearly 3 years. In that time frame I’ve been nothing but happy with him (save the stupid arguments we get into). While he really knows how to piss me off, I’ve never really been at a ‘calling-it-quits’ point with him. That was one of the reasons why I said yes when he proposed to me.

Flash ahead of me stressfully planning out everything, with Pietro there to help out with small things (like napkin colors and plate styles), to now. I had found out nearly a couple months ago that I’m pregnant, and I’m 4 months along now, nearly 5. Pietro was silent for a long moment when I first told him, then he asked me if I was joking or not. After I clarified that I was not, in fact, joking around, he was very excited.

He hugged me and spun me around a bit, and since then he’s been tossing around ideas. Like would the kid have his powers, or a set of his own? Who’s hair would he have? All sorts of things like that, and each one is fun to imagine. I simply like the idea of a tiny little human with silvery hair, running around the house. I would think the silver hair is a dominant trait, but we won’t know until the little light comes.

That’s what I’ve taken to calling the human being growing inside of me, considering I don’t know the sex of the baby yet. That’s scheduled for a few weeks out, but I think I’ll still call the human that even when I do find out. It’s my little light, and my cute little light is going to get the whole world. I’m sure Pietro will beat me to the punch, though. We’ve also been tossing around names, but Pietro keeps telling me awful ones as running joke.

“Babe, I got it.” Pietro announced, looking over at me.

“It’s not another name, is it?” I questioned skeptically.

“Yeah, but this time I’m serious.“ He said, trying to maintain a straight face.

“Alright, shoot.” I sighed, trying not to smile.

“Tyrannosaurus.” He said with a very serious voice.

“We are not naming the kid after a dinosaur.” I stated with a laugh and he pouted.

“But why?” He questioned.

“It sounds ridiculous,” I pointed out, “And it’s way too long.”

“I don’t see why length would be a problem.” Wink.

“Fine, I’m writing Micropachycephalosaurus on the birth certificate.” I declared and his eyes went wide.

““No, no, it’s alright, point seen.” He reasoned.

“It’s too late to-Ow.” I said, holding my stomach.

Pietro stared at me for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, and clearly concerned. I felt another sharp pain shoot through me, causing me to cry out. I leaned forward a bit, the pain getting worse and worse with each passing second. My mind went a million miles an hour, but the little light inside of me was still my main and only concern. Something is wrong,  very very wrong, this shouldn’t be happening.

“Y/n, sweetheart, are you alright?” Pietro questioned, a hand on my back and the other on my arm.

“I-I don’t know-OW!” I cried out again.

“Y/n?” Pietro questioned, not knowing what to do or what was going on.

““Pietro-OW! OW! OW! Something is wrong with the baby-OW! Shit!” I cursed, trying to get myself to stand up.

“I’ll take you to the hospital.” Pietro said almost instantly.

I froze as soon as my eyes trailed down onto the floor, pain searing through my body. Blood. Not just a tiny little drop of blood. The kind of blood that happens when a pregnancy is going wrong. My eyes widened, and if it weren’t for Pietro picking me up, I would’ve collapsed. I screamed, my eyes still glued to the spot. Pietro held me tightly, and the next thing I know, I’m in a hospital. This can’t be happening, I did everything right.

I ate the foods that promoted development, I stayed away from everything I was suppossed to, I did the yoga, I did the classes, I did everything. Maybe everything will be okay, maybe it’ll be alright. Maybe the nurses surrounding me will be able to do something. Maybe my little light will be able to see the room we painted for them. Maybe my little light will be able to play with all of the toys we got for them.


But life doesn’t run on maybe, or miracles. Life runs on fact, and cold, hard truth. Life isn’t some sort of fairytale where you can wish up a fairy godmother to make things better, or wave a you hand and suddenly everything is exactly how you wanted it to go. Life is burying a tiny little coffin, and the date engraved on the stone slapping you in the face. Life is full of twists and turns, and sometimes it’s unfair. Other times it’s just fucking cruel.

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When the doctors told me that the baby was dead, I felt like doing the same. I felt like I was dying along with the baby. I felt guilty, I was supposed to be able to do these things. I’m biologically supposed to be more than capable of doing this, so why did this happen to me? Out of all the mother’s out there who do awful things to children, why was I the one who was unable to carry the baby? That was the winning question; why?

Pietro was visibly devastated, and he had every right to be. His arms instantly went around me, and a strangled sob left my throat as I leaned into him. I cried and cried and cried, and he held me tightly. He was crying as well, but it was a much softer cry than my own. After that we decided that we should have a funeral for the baby. After all, it was still a part of this family. I had them engrave ‘Little Light’ in place of a name.

We didn’t have time to pick out a name ourselves. My little light was missing and there was nothing I could ever do to change that. It’s been nearly a year since I miscarried, and since Little Light has been buried. Pietro has been nothing short of amazing, I just wish I could be the same. I still feel empty, like something is missing, because something is missing. The sound of little feet running around, a tiny human getting into things that they’re not supposed to.

Something will always be missing, from my life and from this house. I held the little blanket closer to me, as if it would make it all better. This was supposed to be Little Light’s blanket when they came out. We boxed everything else up and moved it to the garage. Well, Pietro did, I didn’t have the heart or the balls to go in there. I felt a pair of arms go around me and I sighed, half of me wanting to respond but the dominant half of me didn’t have the energy to do anything.

“Sweetheart, is there anything I can do?” Pietro asked.

“For what?” I questioned emptily.

“To make you happy, it hurts to see you hurt.” He spoke gently.

“Well, getting an undeveloped child ripped out of me hurt too.” I retorted defensively.

“I’m sorry,” He said after a moment, “I’ll just-”

“No, Pietro, wait,” I said before he could fully pull away, “I’m sorry.” I said, holding his arm gently.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, Princessa.“ He said, hugging me a bit tighter.

“I shouldn’t be taking it out on you, it’s my fault.” I said sadly.

“It is not your fault, don’t you go blaming yourself.” He said firmly.

“Then who else? I’m the one who couldn’t even carry the thing.” I said angrily.

“I don’t know, nature? You can’t control these things, and you did everything you could to make it healthy.” Pietro assured.

“I don’t know, Pietro.” I said after a moment, a sigh leaving my lips.

“Look,” Pietro began, moving in front of me, “You can’t keep being so harsh on yourself,  the baby would’ve wanted you to be happy.”

“The baby’s dead.” I said harshly, and Pietro just looked at me.

“You’re not getting rid of me.” Pietro said and I looked at him warily, “You’re stuck with me.”

“You promise?“ I questioned, still eyeing him.

“Of course. Just promise me you’ll try to be happy? I’m scared I’ll lose you, Y/n.” Pietro said, clearly concerned.

“I don’t know-” I began.

“Y/n, please?” Pietro questioned, his voice sounding almost like a plea.

“Okay, but I’m not promising anything.“ I clarified.

“As long as you’re trying, it’s good enough for me.” Pietro said before kissing my forehead and hugging me.

Random Septimus Heap Headcanons

  • Erik, Edd, and Jo-Jo hang out together ALL the time. The twins unofficially live in Jo-Jo’s flat near the Gothyk Grotto and they have a big pile of sheets they sleep under. The sheets come from Jo-Jo’s bed. He spends a lot of time screaming.
  • Syrah and Rose are besties and Syrah grows herbs for the Sick Bay
  • Septimus and Jenna have intense thumb wars and arm wresting competitions. Jenna wins all the thumb wars and Septimus cries.
  • Lucy knits her brothers and sister in law really ugly knitted scarves and they all wear them EVERY WINTER.
  • She also knitted one for Rupert but took it back when he insulted it
  • The Sarns just give in eventually and adopt the Orm
  • “Ferdie get our other three brothers” “We only have two” “You’re forGETTING ORMIE”

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Shadowhunters Cooking Show Au

Co-created with @deliriumkitsune (peep the crossover, blink and you’ll miss it.)

Based on this video.

  • Valentine is the mean judge. Not even critical, just mean read: tramatizing.
  • Luke is the nice judge, and will try to make the contestants feel as comfortable as possible.
  • “This dish is absolutely fucking horrendous, which piece of shit made this hellhole?”
  • “Don’t listen to him, I happen to think the, er, texture is not that mushy, so 8/10 :)”
  • Yes he somehow conveys smilies in his speech sorry I don’t make the rules.
  • Jocelyn was the neutral judge but she just kinda disappeared one day and nobody knows where she went
  • Legend says, the person who makes the worst dish that season will face her wrath, whatever that is
  • However, Jocelyn who? Lydia is in town now motherfuckers
  • She is the most honest out of them all, and tells it how it is, however she also writes 15 page essays on why you should have used x spice instead of y spice
  • “You know, the texture is a bit mushy, but the flavor of the sauce is to die for. It’s so succulent and rich, I can tell it has a savory taste, did you use oyster sauce” five years later, “and thats why using basil was such a smart choice.”
  • The fourth panel is for guest specialty judges, Like Raphael and Meliorn.
  • Raphael doesn’t say anything, he just tells them his score, which is probably a .00000283748384/10
  • He’s fucking scary. End of story.
  • Meliorn on the other hand is a bit brutally honest, but not purposely mean.
  • “I can’t lie to you, honestly this is one of the driest steaks I’ve ever had in my life. However, these potatoes are actually good, wow, color me surprised.”
  • Sometimes the judges argue about who has the best dish
  • When that happens the show reverses, and the judges compete against each other with the contestants being their judges
  • Whoever wins holds the overall judgement.

    Now what we have all been waiting for: THE CONTESTANTS

  • Clary cries

    A lot.

    Honestly she came on this show to have fun but keeps getting attacked by this Valentine guy?!?!

    “Who is this guy and why does he hate me,” she probably says while sobbing

  • It’s okay though because Luke has got her back.
  • She is actually a decent cook, and specializes in mac and cheese, who knew?
  • “…the special ingredient was lobster, and you made lobster mac and cheese?”

    “Yes, is that a problem?”

    “No.. we were just expecting a little more pizazz.”

    “You don’t know pizazz until you taste the oven baked goodness of five cheeses mixed beautifully with the smooth elbow pasta, and soft, juicy lobster.” She says with passion, fire burning in her eyes, and her fist clenched at her chest.

  • Clary accidentally gave Valentine food poisoning, but when they cut the camera to her in a one-on-one shot all you could see was the chair and wall, and hysterical laughter in the background, and the occasional foot coming from the bottom of the screen.
  • Alec rolls his eyes anytime she speaks, and this time he rolled them so hard that his eyes almost got stuck.
  • That’s not the only thing he rolls, surprise, it seems that Alec loves baking after all.
  • But he’s still not your bitch.
  • He makes cinnamon rolls because he says they remind him of his boyfriend.

    Actually no, of you said that he’d make cutthroat kitchen a reality, but we all know it’s true.

  • “Why is the little girl touching my cinnamon ?”

    “Alec, bro chill, the ingredients are for everyone.”

    *Alec looks into the camera like the office*

  • Speaking of Jace, the shows eye candy
  • He takes any and all opportunities to flirt with the entire cast.
  • Even that one camera guy Raj, the fans think he’s talking to them, but no.
  • “Hey Raj ;)))” “Wow Clary, you’re hair looks as amazing as this carrot.” “Simon, is it hot in this kitchen or is it just you?” “Magnus, you’re like a full on meal today wow.”
  • Jace no, you’re embarrassing yourself. Not to mention every flirt has to be a pun.
  • He?? Put?? A?? Egg?? In?? The?? Microwave??
  • “At least I won’t be in last place.”
  • Yeah, no, that spot is saved for Isabelle.
  • S H E W R E A K S H A V O C
  • when she walks in the kitchen they all walk out.
  • “Ohh, uhh, spaghetti with vanilla pudding, lemon, and alfredo sauce. Creative.”- Luke smiles painfully, in between bites with his thumb up.
  • “I made it in honor of my mom, seemingly sweet, but bitter on the inside.”
  • She gossips about everything and knows everyone’s secrets.
  • The only reason she is still here is because of Luke and Lydia, who are two of the only three who will eat her food.
  • Speaking of the third lets meet Simon.
  • Vegan everything, if you hate tofu, you’d love it after eating his food.
  • “I get my inspiration from nerdy nummies, she has taught me everything in life.”- You heard it yourself, everything he makes is some nerd shit.
  • “You recreated the Millennium Falcon out of s'mores??” A very shocked Raphael utters his first words.

    “Ummm it’s not food if you can’t play with it.” He says while looking at Alec’s uniform plate.

    “Alexander’s plate is just fine,”

  • Magnus is a food god.
  • It’s like he uses magic or something ;)))
  • He once made Valentine cry.
  • His dishes are top A++, he had Lydia writing up 50,000 page essays on them
  • He is also really nice to the other contestants, giving them advice and tips.
  • He especially likes helping his biscuits Clary and Simon bc he just can’t help it okay, they are his mini apprentices.
  • He is not allowed to go near Alec for the fear of a monopoly forming.
  • One day an episode got cancelled because Magnus’ cats started to burst in and eat at the dishes
  • The whole room was full of his 16 cats and the judges fell out of their seats and the contestants are trying to shoo them off their food BUT GET THIS they don’t touch Magnus’ food he basically called them to sabotage the contest

    And get this

  • They constantly start food fights with each other, and flour, rice, and other crap gets ALL over the place.
  • Once, Izzy messed up so badly, but nobody wanted her to leave so they all jacked up their dishes and tied for last place
  • The show runners were forced to make the show a team v team v team and had to get more teams of people last minute.
  • Their captain’s name was peter, or percan, or whatever. He loved cooking fish.
  • Then another team lead by a woman who is strangely good at cooking and likes drawing with sauce
  • Well her team wins and surprise it was Madzie in a glamour all along
  • Glamours were banned from that point on.
  • But Magnus and Alec were both proud and taken by surprise that their kid beat them

    Wow this was really long my sleep deprived brain went on overload, please feel free to add on to this

invderjade  asked:

Can you please write the laser puppies go missing and Marco finds them and Tom putting them in cute little outfits

Okay sure! This was so freaking adorable!!!!!! I loved it! Tom and Marco are so cute! I write a lot of Star in this one, because of the show I need some classic BFFs Star and Marco. So it’s all happy and I hope you love it!

Marco looked around frantically. “Oh no, no, no, no!” Marco cried. Star slid down the stairs and watched her friend run around.

“What are you doing Marco?” She asked. Marco looked up.

“I left the back door open and I can’t find Barko!” He exclaimed. “He can’t get out! He wanders!” Marco exclaimed.

“Well then find him!” Star cried. Marco grabbed his coat and ran out the door with Star following close behind.

“Tom will freak out if he finds out one of the puppies are missing!” Marco remembered. “You know how he acts like their mom, right?” Marco asked. Star nodded.

“Lil demon protecting the pups, so cute!” She gushed.

“Star this is serious!” Marco cried. They entered the park and began looking all around, under the play set and behind trees. Star shook a bag of treats and called out to the missing puppy.

“Here Barko! Come here boy!” She called. She shook the bag and felt a cat rub against her leg. “These aren’t for you, they’re for Barko.” She told the cat, and backed away. But as she did she tripped over another cat that came to the sound of the treat bag. “Not for you either! Barko!” She insisted. Star turned around and saw three more cats meowing to be fed. “Marco!” Star cried. “There are too many cats here!” She tried to craw away but one jumped on her back.

“Star, please help.” Marco rolled his eyes. Another cat jumped on Star’s back and she let out a cry for help.

“They’re taking me as prisoner!” She dreaded.

“I thought you liked cats?” Marco asked.

“I do! These ones are evil!” Star cried. “Tell Janna I love her! And tell my mom not to go through my stuff when I’m gone!” Marco rolled his eyes and walked over to the girl, helping her up. The cats jumped off and scampered away. “Marco, you saved my life.” Star mused.

“Help me find Barko.” Was all he said. The duo walked around the park some more trying to find the missing pup. Their search was interrupted when Marco’s phone rang. He jumped when he saw it was Tom. “What do I tell him?!” Marco asked.

“Nothing!” Star cried. Marco answered the phone.

“H-hey Tommy!” Marco grinned nervously.

“Marco? Is everything okay? You sound nervous.” Tom noticed right away.

“What? No.” Marco assured. “Everything’s fine everything’s normal.” He assured. Tom made a bit of a face and shrugged his shoulders.

“Well I was on my way to see you, I found Barko! He must have gotten out.” Tom smiled at the puppy. Marco almost collapsed.

“Where did you find him!?” Marco exclaimed. Tom laughed.

“He was sitting by the stop sign near your school.” Tom responded.

“We’ve been looking for him all day!” Marco exclaimed. Tom crossed his arms and held the phone a bit tighter.

“One of the pups was missing for a whole day and you didn’t call me right away?” Tom asked. His eyes lit up as he waited for Marco’s response.

“I didn’t want to worry you. I know how you get.” Marco explained. Tom growled.

“Get like what? I don’t get like anything.” Tom insisted. Marco rolled his eyes.

“Tom come on, you get a little over protective about the pups… which is fine! It’s just in your nature… but don’t tell me you wouldn’t have freaked out.” Marco dared Tom. Tom took a breath, but then closed his mouth.

“Fine, I admit, I get a little-“

“Motherly.” Star cut of, talking into the phone. Tom seethed.

“I was going to say protective!” He corrected her. “But next time tell me. I’m a much better hunter than you two, I’d be able to find him quickly.” He assured. Marco sighed and nodded.

“Okay then, you win. I’ll tell you if one of the pups is ever gone.” Marco assured. Tom beamed. “See you at home, Tom.” Marco hung up the phone and he and Star left, followed by five or six cats.


“Tom! We’re back!” Marco called. Star held a cat.

“And we have cats!” She cried.

“Star put that down, you don’t know where it’s been.” Marco told her. Star made a face and let all the cats into the house to roll around and get the rug all filthy. Marco made a face. “Perfect. They all smell horrible! At least bathe them!” He begged her. Star nodded and took out her wand.

“Super soapy BUBBLE BATH BLAST!” She cried, and the room filled up with bubbly bath water. Marco rolled his eyes and swam into the next room as the water drained. He looked up and laughed at the sight. Tom—to avoid getting wet—was hanging by the curtain rod by his legs and had all the laser puppies in his arms. Marco laughed and helped Tom down once all of the water drained out.

“What’s with all the pups?” Marco asked. Tom at once perked up and held each one up at a time.

“I dressed them up!” Tom exclaimed. “Okay, so Barko is a little sailor. I gave him a little hat but he took it off to chew on it.” Tom showed. “And Nacho is a rabbit! See his little ears? And I dressed Buttercup up as a butterfly, get it?” Tom asked. Marco laughed an saw all of the dogs in their little costumes.

“Yes Tom, I get it.” He assured. Tom grinned and jumped on his heels. Marco walked over and pulled the demon down into a kiss. Tom pulled away with his face blushing. He buried his face in Marco’s hoodie.

“What was that for?” He asked. Marco smiled.

“Could you be any cuter?”

as a shinee fan of two years, seeing taemin cry was probably one of the only things that has ever shaken me up. sure, i cried watching shinee win the 2013 melon music award and sure i cried during some of there dome concerts, but this is different. taemin usually doesn’t cry and when does, he does a very good job of covering it up. not once, have i openly seen him cry.

i know everyone is focusing on jinki and how his situation is still unresolved but we also need to pay attention and look out for taemin. he’s still young. he’s trying his best to give his all to us. it’s clear he’s harboring a lot of pain and hidden sadness behind the camera and i wish there was something more we could do for him.

i think all we can do is watch out for him and send him our love. if taemin, our little maknae who has never shed a tear on screen, is crying now, it means something is wrong.

we love you lee taemin. we love you so much. we’re thinking of you. take it easy. rest well. please.

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Prompt: Snow was out with her Viking friends again and once more got SUPER wasted! David is sick and Neal will cry if Emma leaves his side for more than twenty seconds! Looks like it's up to Killian to save the day!



“Killian, you can do this.”

That was the last thing his Swan had said to him before he made the trek out to Aesop’s Tables. As he stood in front of the building, however, he had to admit to having some doubts.

What if Emma couldn’t magically transport them back home once he got the situation under control? Not that he doubted his Swan, of course. She could accomplish anything she desired once she set her mind to it. That said, she’d never tried magically transporting someone she couldn’t see before. What if she wasn’t able to transport them? Or worse, what if she transported them somewhere other than where she intended?

And that was all provided Killian could accomplish his end of the job, which was going to be no small feat. Apparently a band of Vikings had invited his mother-in-law out for another knife-throwing competition. (Sometimes, Killian had found, it was best not to ask.) Which was all well and good except for the phone call Emma had received from the bartender, who’d told her he’d cut Snow off and that someone should probably come and get her, as she was in no shape to walk, much less drive.

With Dave down with the flu and Emma watching little Neal so that her mom could have her night out, the only person in the immediate family to retrieve Snow was Killian.

So now here he was, standing outside Aesop’s Tables and preparing himself to drag his drunk mother-in-law out of the tavern so his wife could magically transport them back to the farmhouse.

Something she was only half-sure she could even accomplish.

Killian swore it was easier being a pirate captain sailing the seven seas.

He stepped through the doors and into the tavern. It was dark and smoky, much like any tavern, but there, in the far room, stood his mother-in-law. She was surrounded by big burly men with beards and a knife stuck out of the middle of the dartboard.

Once again, Killian decided it best not to ask.

“Killian!” Snow exclaimed as she spotted him entering the room. “Are you here to play, too?”

“No, your highness, I am here to bring you home.”

“But we’re just getting started!” she cried, swiping the knife from the dartboard and handing it to one of the Vikings. “And I’m already kicking their collective ass.”

Killian swallowed an amused snort; that was the first time he’d heard his mother-in-law curse. “You can play another time, love,” he said gently.

“If you walk away now, princess, you forfeit,” one of the Vikings, who seemed as many sheets to the wind as Snow herself, reminded her.

“I shall do no such thing!” Snow exclaimed indignantly. “Besides, we all know a forfeit on my part is the only way you lugs would win.”

Killian held a breath but the Vikings all laughed off her taunting. Most probably because, judging by the score on the chalkboard in the corner, it was true.

Since forfeit wasn’t in the cards, Killian let Snow finish the game. (Not that he really had any choice in the matter. He did wonder, though, how she could be such an expert marksman when she couldn’t even see straight. She’d have to teach him that trick.) When victory was finally hers, he said, “All right, now, your highness, let’s get you home.”

“See you oafs later!” Snow called to the Vikings, who all gave her a cheer and a good night wave.

Walking her out of the bar was a challenge as she could barely had the balance to place one foot in front of the other. Oh, he hoped Emma’s magical transport would work. It would be dawn by the time he walked her home.

Once outside in the fresh air, Killian sent a little word message to Emma while telling Snow to hold on tight. Before Snow could even ask why she needed to hold on, a cloud of gray smoke enveloped them.

There was a brief moment of weightlessness before Killian’s feet once again touched terra firma. He opened his eyes to find himself in his in-laws’ bedroom, a snoring David in the bed and Emma standing beside it.

“Oh, Emma, that was dizzying,” Snow murmured. The transport was indeed disorienting and the alcohol rushing through Snow’s veins probably didn’t help.

“Come on, Mom,” Emma said softly. “Lie down.”

Together she and Killian got Snow settled and under the covers. While Killian tucked her shoes away in a corner of the room, Emma drew the comforter up over her mom’s shoulders. Snow was asleep before the two of them could slip out the door.

“The squirt finally fell asleep so I was able to sneak away,” Emma murmured to Killian. “I want to leave some aspirin and a glass of water for her on the nightstand but after that, we can finally resume our night.”

Since they were staying at the farmhouse to watch Neal, their night didn’t consist of much more than cuddling on the couch in front of the Netflix. After this experience, though, Killian didn’t mind at all. “That sounds lovely, Swan.”


-They remember the day war was officially declared
-The teacher’s all looked sadly at the students, knowing that in a few years many of them would be dead
-Sirius cried all night because he knew which side Regulas would choose
-James would frantically look in the newspapers everyday, praying that he wouldn’t see his parents’ names in the obituary column
-Peter got so nevous that he stooped eating and became very small
-Remus researched places to hide incase someone found out about his condition
-James tried to keep everyone going with daily pranks at breakfast
-One day there were no fireworks or teachers turning purple
-Lily found James in the astronomy tower, sobbing his heart out over a letter
-The Marauders and Lily all went to the Potter’s funeral
-Sirius stayed strong for James throughout the whole event but when they got back to school he broke down in front of Remus
-Halfway through the careers interviews Mcgonagall had to excuse herself after Peter Pettigrew shakily told her he wanted to be an auror to protect his friends
-On the last day of school Lily made a speech about the dark days ahead
-After they all jumped into the lake and started a water fight
-Mcgonagall and Dumbledore exchanged sad looks because oh god they all looked so very young
-They all joined the order straight away
-When Lily found our she was pregnant she told Peter first because he was the first one she saw
-He held her for hours while she cried
-When James came home form a mission, exhausted,  they told him the news together
-Sirius held James when he cried that night because ‘Sirius what if we don’t win?’
-Lily never knew about her husband’s breakdown
-Everything was just about okay until the rumours about a spy started
-Then there was the prophecy
-Sirius begged James to make Peter the secret keeper
-Peter was reluctant but agreed because he wanted to help, but he was so afraid
-James got so restless in the house
-He was itching to be on the battlefield but he stayed with Lily and Harry

-Until the end

The Great Set-Up [s.r.]

Originally posted by everyartistwas-firstanamateur

This is in celebration for Steven Grant Rogers’s Birthday. Happy Birthday Captain America!!

Summary: When your best friend drags you out of your house, shit happens. (Also, sorry if the anatomical terms are wrong. I used google.)

Mini Masterlist

Warning: mentions of injury, a sprained ankle, cursing.

You groaned and rolled over when your alarm went off.

Usually, you wouldn’t mind the loud beeping that came from the clock but unfortunately, your alarm clock this morning was none other than your best friend.

“(Y/N)! Get your lazy ass up off your bed and let’s go!”

You groaned once more and rolled over, picking up your phone and checking the time. “Sam! It’s five in the morning!”

Sam Wilson stood in your room, staring you down as he chuckled. “I know, but the earlier we work out, the better.”

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll join you,” you relented, rolling out of bed and onto the floor.

Sam stepped closer to you and nudged you with his foot. “Fine. Ten minutes, no more no less.”

You panted as you struggled to keep up with Sam.

After you got ready, he had quickly tossed a banana at you and ushered you into his car, speeding off towards the park where he would exercise every morning.

“Sam! How much…how much longer?”

Sam slowed down slightly in order to match your pace. “You know I was hoping you could meet a friend of mine, but he doesn’t seem to be around.”

“You- you dragged me out of bed…to meet a friend?” you cried, exasperated.

Both you and Sam slowed down until you were speedwalking. You were still struggling to breathe as Sam darted in front of you, walking backwards to keep facing you.

“I’ll tell you what (Y/N/N), one more lap around the park. If you outrun me, we go home and I buy you a nice, big breakfast. If I win, we go straight to the gym and keep working out.”

You mulled over his deal before nodding hesitantly.

Sam smiled brightly. “Great! On the count of three okay? One…two…” He took off at a sprint, causing you to sigh deeply.

“Sam!” you cried out after him. “You forgot ‘three’.”

“No I didn’t,” he replied cheekily.

With a strained yell, you took off after him, mustering all your strength into matching Sam’s pace.

Halfway through the lap, you had started to slow down, and you were so focused on Sam’s retreating figure that you didn’t even realize when you stumbled…and tripped down a small hill and landed next to a tree.

You closed your eyes and heard someone approaching. Believing it was Sam, you groaned. “Fine you win. Let’s head out.”

“Well ma'am, I’m not quite sure what I’ve just won but I would like to apologize for knocking you down. You took quite a fall there.”

You opened one eye, closing it in embarrassment when you realized that your new companion wasn’t Sam. “Geez, sorry about that.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry ma'am. I crashed into you,” the stranger replied.

You opened your eyes and sat up, flinching slightly as you did. “Please, none of that ‘ma'am’ stuff. Call me (Y/N).”

“Well okay then (Y/N), call me Steve,” the stranger replied as he held out his hand. You placed your hand in his as your eyes widened slightly. He was a handsome guy, with soft-looking blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“Are you alright?” You heard Steve ask as you got up slowly, only to stumble and almost fall when you put pressure on your right ankle.

You leaned against the tree as Steve reached out to steady you.

“Hey Steve? Can I ask you for a favor?” you asked.


“Please help me get over to that bench,” you pointed at a bench placed under a tree, looking cool in the shade.

Steve looped your arm around his neck and you slowly hopped towards the bench. As soon as you arrived, you collapsed onto it, immediately removing your shoe.

You saw slight bruising and flinched as you tried to move your foot.

“Where have you been!!!”

Both yours and Steve’s head snapped up as you saw Sam jogging towards you.

“I was running late.”

“I got a bit injured.”

You and Steve answered at the same time, causing Sam’s eyebrow to go up as you all looked at each other.

“Cap?” Sam asked. “What’s going on?”

“I had just arrived for our daily run and I crashed into this lovely lady here,” Steve replied, smiling down at you slightly.

Sam shifted his gaze to you, before letting his eyes trail down to your ankle, which was now swollen and getting darker. “(Y/N)! What happened?”

You smiled sheepishly and looked down. “I lost my balance and fell, twisting my ankle and then taking a tumble down a hill. I can only assume that I have strained my Achilles tendon, my anterior tibial tendon, or both. Luckily, I have not broken my ankle as my fibula, tibula, and talus seem to be fully functional, allowing me smooth yet very limited movement.“

Sam rolled his eyes as he kneeled down and gently grabbed your ankle, sharing a very confused look with Steve. “Goddammit woman! English please?”

You sighed and swatted his head. “I didn’t break my ankle but I sure as hell sprained it pretty badly.”

Sam groaned as he lifted you up. “We’re getting you to Banner. Steve help me since this is your fault.”

You blushed as Steve took you from Sam with ease, lifting you into his arms as he began walking to the tower.

“So,” you began awkwardly. “This is your coworker?”

Sam chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. The great Captain America. Steve Rogers meet (Y/N) (L/N), the best doctor I have ever met.”

“Really?” Steve asked. “How did you two meet?”

You shuffled uncomfortably in his arms as Sam fidgeted. Steve, noticing your hesitation, proceeded to retract his previous statement. “You guys don’t have to say anything. Sorry if it’s personal.”

You and Sam shook your heads. “No Steve, it’s fine,” you replied. “It’s just a bit…hard to say.”

“We met out in the field,” Sam said. “She was the doctor in charge of our army unit and she tended to patch me up a lot.”

“He started coming to me because he wanted to seduce me,” you chuckled. “Eventually we got to talking and became close friends. He’s the reason I work with Stark now.”

Sam laughed. “You never did go out with me.”

“You’re not my type Sam!”

“Oh I know,” Sam said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “You’re more into the righteous blonde haired, blue-eyed kind of thing.”

You and Steve looked at each other and blushed as Sam laughed at you.

“Yep, your Achilles and anterior tibial tendon are strained. Luckily, no bone damage although there will be some heavy bruising around that area for a few weeks,” Bruce sighed, leaning against the wall as he took his glasses off. “How did this happen again?”

Sam sprung out of the chair he was sitting in and approached Banner. “It was Steve’s fault!”

Bruce looked over at Steve, who merely shrugged and looked down. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he turned back to you. “Well it seems you’ll be off duty for a while. Tony is going to lose it.”

You bit your lip as you looked out the door. “Well here he comes now doc.”

Tony stormed in, frown on his face as he approached Steve.

“Rogers!” he barked. “You injured my best doctor? How could you?”

You and Sam stifled a laugh as Tony continued yelling at Steve, threatening him in various ways.

“Tony,” you interrupted softly. “I can still do my job.”

“You know what? You will do your job,” Tony shouted. “And Cap here will help you out with anything you need.”

It had been a week since Tony assigned Steve as your personal assistant.

Steve was wonderful. He was attentive and always willing to listen and help you out. He was a dream…and you could feel yourself falling. Hard.

Sam caught onto your feelings almost immediately and always encouraged you to ask him out, claiming that Steve was into you.

You would always disagree, not knowing that Steve was constantly approaching Sam for tips on how to speak with you. Sam tried to help, he really did, but no matter what Steve did, you remained oblivious.

The weeks passed slowly, until eventually, your ankle was back to normal. You resumed your daily tasks, yet Steve still found himself lounging around the labs, desperately wanted to talk to you.

Luckily (and unfortunately), Tony had had enough. He was tired of seeing the lovesick looks you’d send towards one another and he wished that you’d both grow some balls and ask each other out.

Together with Sam, they decided to work together and pull the oldest trick in the book.

“Sam?” you spoke into your phone. “Where are you? I’ve been at Sal’s for ten minutes!”

Sam winced before answering. “I’m right around the corner. I’ll be there.”

You huffed and slumped down in your chair. The waitress flitted over, asking if you were ready to order.

“You know what?” you said. “Yes. I’ll take a lemonade and your specialty pizza please.”

The waitress nodded and left. You stared down at your phone, waiting for any information on Sam, when a shadow fell upon your table.

“Uh hey, can I sit with you? It seems like everywhere else is full.”

You looked up to see Steve standing next to you awkwardly. As you looked around the restaurant, you realized that it had quickly filled up and you smiled and nodded at Steve.

“I’m really sorry to be intruding,” Steve apologized.

“No worries,” you smiled. “I was supposed to meet Sam here but you’re a much better companion.”

Steve chuckled at your statement. “Yeah I was supposed to meet Tony but you’re much better.”

Your laughter died down as your eyes widened.

“I think we’ve been set up,” you mumbled slowly.

Steve sighed before responding. “It’s all my fault.”

“How so?”

Steve blushed. “I might have mentioned to Sam that I thought you were beautiful and Tony might have overheard. They got tired of hearing me pine and here we are.”

You stared at Steve for a while before breaking out into a grin. “Really?”

Steve nodded bashfully.

“Well then that’s great!” you exclaimed. “Sam and Tony have gotten quite tired of my pining as well.”

Steve’s head snapped up to look at you but before he could reply, the waitress showed up. “Here’s your pizza folks. Hope you don’t mind, I added an extra lemonade for your date.”

You smiled and thanked her before turning back to Steve.

“Come one Steve. You can’t not eat on the first date!”

Steve grinned and dug in, the afternoon falling into easy conversation and flirting.

Sam and Tony grinned at each other when they saw you and Steve walk into the kitchen hand in hand.

“Hey (Y/N),” Sam called out. “Sorry I couldn’t make lunch!”

“Yeah and Cap,” Tony said. “I had a last minute emergency to take care of. Sorry.”

Neither of them really sounded sorry and you and Steve found yourselves rolling your eyes at them.

“We know you two losers set us up,” you said.

“Whaaaaat?” Sam and Tony asked in unison.

“We know that your plan was to get us alone together,” Steve said.

As Sam and Tony pretended to be offended (they really couldn’t hide their self-satisfied grins), you began to pull Steve towards the living room.

You briefly stopped in front of the duo, however, to thank them.

“In all seriousness,” you began. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, you guys gave us a small push in the right direction,” Steve added, smiling down at you.

“You guys are still losers though,” you quickly interjected, quickly leaving the kitchen.

“HEY!” you could hear Sam yell after you.

You merely tugged Steve along faster when you heard Tony shout after you.“

“Hey Cap! Is that lipstick on your collar?”

Blindspot Hiatus Project - 30 Day Blindspot Challenge

Day 1. Favorite Season

I was thinking that I would have an unpopular opinion when it came to this category but I’m glad @still-with-hearts-beating beat me to it. Her post is perfect so go check it out if you haven’t read it. She basically covers everything hat for me makes season 2 my favorite season. But considering my love for talking about the show, the fact that she covered everything isn’t gonna stop me from my rambling.

Technically, if we were going to judge the two seasons separately and “academically” if you wish, season 1 on paper should be the winner but as a fan and as a viewing experience now that season 2 has concluded, I have to say I prefer it over the first.

People usually talk about how first seasons are flawless or are always a show’s best. And in many ways that is true, especially shows that have ground breaking first seasons like Blindspot had. And there’s no denying how amazing it is. Almost technically flawless. The premise, the idea, the characters, the writing, the execution (minus the shaky cam)… everything was spot on.

And usually and very commonly, shows especially those that enjoyed stellar freshman seasons, suffer through a sophomore slump. And boy did Blindspot suffer. But, still with the slump, as an overall experience, I still prefer it.

First of all, all the character growth this season was incredible. In season 1, the characters were still… new, fresh and even though they were already very complex and developed characters back then, they really came into their own in season 2. They grew and developed and became far more interesting than the “younger” version of themselves we met in the first seasons. On the one had, the things they went through over the two years really help make them grow, and also, the writing for them became more mature as they became clearer as characters for the writers. And yes, we can argue about the “phase” that Kurt went through, but it was all part of a larger and bigger journey that gave us the Kurt of the last few episodes. He became a true leader, a great boss, a good friend, and was able to become more open and more aware of his own feelings. And that is just one example. Do not even get me started on Patterson, Tasha or Reade. And Jane and Roman? These two I can write a thesis long post about their journeys. 

Originally posted by janiedoe

Originally posted by janiedoe

And speaking of Kurt and Jane, of course, my feelings about Jeller’s journey this season have been obvious. I mean, I have been annoyingly loud and vocal about them. But here’s let me reiterate. As much as I loved every single moment and scene and look from season 1, everything in season 2 was heightened, the stakes were higher, the emotions intensified, the angst multiplied, the fluff sweeter, the journey more exhausting and more challenging and more dangerous. They had an impossible uphill battle against each other and against themselves and against the world and still, they came out of it victorious and goddammit this was one of the most amazing journey for a couple that I have ever ever ever seen. To get to where they got from where they started, battling everything in their way, overcoming so many demons and challenges, relearning who they are and how to trust each other, allowing the other person back in dispute the pain and the betrayal, trusting them with their life and their heart… UGH EVERYTHING WAS SO PURE AND PRECIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL!!! THIS SHIP AND THEIR LOVE IS EVERYTHING.

Originally posted by marap

Originally posted by annciabvl

And from Jeller, let’s move on to the team. One of my favorite “growths” this year has been the team going from “I’ve never seen his apartment” to hanging out at Kurt’s for drinks at least twice, coming over (and Patty baking a cake) for the baby thing (ugh) and Tasha just casually dropping by to talk about Reade. THAT IS GROWTH FOR YOU RIGHT THERE!!! They went from a kick ass CIRG team that is the elite squad at the NYO to being friends to be a tight knit family that NO ONE can come between!! And yes, Jane coming into their world did play a role in that, obviously, but it was also all their collective growth and coming together through the horrible things they had to endure. And so you know that going into season 3, Jane and Kurt will be on a journey not to rescue their team but to save their family, and it is going to be SPECTACULAR.

Originally posted by annciabvl

And then… there are the new characters, and namely, Roman. Oh boy, what can I say about Roman… honestly I cannot say much. We have a saying in Arabic that translates to “my testimony is flawed”. And that is the case with me and Roman because I just think he is the most incredible characters, the most interesting and complex and just… ugh. I am so not objective when it comes to him that really, there is nothing I can say that will not come out utterly biased. I think we hit the jack pot with Roman and with Luke and I hope we can keep him forever. he brings so much to the show, to the story and to this cast and group that he just single handedly made season 2 so much more… more! And do not get me started on his relationship with Jane! ::cries forever::

Originally posted by janiedoe

The over arching story with Sandstorm and the incomparable Shepherd/Michelle was also such a winning added element to the show. It was great having the characters focused on one endgame, on one struggle that brought them all together despite their differences and their interpersonal issues. It made it all more believable and against raised the stakes for absolutely everyone, made it all so much more personal and gave them so much to lose and also so much to gain. Also, Shepherd was a perfect perfect villain. None of this evil for the sake of being evil nonsense. She also is one of the most compelling, interesting and complex characters I have ever come across and Michelle Hurd was a TREASURE to have on this show.

Originally posted by ltfrankcastle

When it comes to the second season of shows, the writers are always looking to try new things. They do know what the things that worked in season 1 are, they do, they haven’t forgotten them, but there is always the challenge of breaking out of this and trying something new and different, to challenge themselves as writers and push things further out of their comfort zone. And that isa gamble that does not always work. That is why shows slump in season 2. That exercise, and the learning curve in it, is so important because they come out of it stronger, it helps them understand their strengths and weaknesses away from the wonder of season one. They know their show better and their characters better.  

I loved season 2 for so many reasons. It’s more mature and lost some of the novelty and the innocence of season 1. It is certainly darker and edgier and more experimental in certain areas. It did not lie on the laurels of season 1, did not depend on what made season 1 so good because the writers wanted to push the envelope to try new things and while this failed at some points, it also made it so much better eventually when they hit their stride.

And of course, Rich. Rich Dotcom. Thank you.

Originally posted by janiedoe

Honestly, the only other shows I remember enjoying their second seasons more are Alias and Haven.

And I am sorry this has gotten out of hand. Imma shut up now. Bye.

Originally posted by kate-dammit-run

anonymous asked:

Otp thing with your top OTP!

right now its Evan and Connor from Dear Evan Hansen so-
these are my ideas btw not canon 

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl?
Both nightowls
2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?
3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle?
connor is the covers
4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?
5. Who usually has nightmares?
6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day?
Connor would wake up Evan at like 3 am with some stupid question like “when I die will you make me a wikipedia page”
7. Who sweats the small stuff?
8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?
Evan would sleep in pj’s and and Connor just
9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?
10. Who likes sweet/ Who likes sour?
Both like sweet
11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?
Connor likes horror, and both like romance movies but never tell eachother
12. Who is smol/ Who is tol?
13. Who is considered the scaredy cat?
14. Who kills the spiders?
15. Who is scared of the dark?
16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?
17. Who works/ Who stays at home?
Evan would work and connor wouldnt
18. Who is a cat person/ Who is a dog person?
both kitties
19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?
20. Who is dominant/ Who is submissive?
21. Who has an obsession (over anything)?
where do i start
22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day?
23. Who asks who out on the first date?
24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener?
neither theyre both listeners
25. Who wears the other ones clothes?
Eva wears connor’s sweatshirt -D-
26. Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food?
Evan would be like a vegan then cut to connor inhaling french fries and weed
27. Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower?
connor takes 1 hour showers
28. Who is the book worm?
29. Who is the better cook?
30. Who likes long walks on the beach?
connor but he never says it
31. Who is more affectionate?
32. Who likes to have really long (deep) conversation?
33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?
evan wears “not guilty” connor would wear “sin” x”D
34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?
if evan lost he would be returned to Connor -D-
35. Who goes overboard on the holidays?
36. Who is the social media addict?
37. Height difference or age difference?
38. Who likes to star gaze?
b o t h
39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside?
40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent?
Connor is fun and Evan is responsible
41. Who cries during sad movies?
b o t h
42. Who is the neat freak?
43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?
Connor -//3//-
44. Who is active/ Who is lazy?
i think we all know
45. Who is more likely to get drunk?
c o n n o r
46. Who has the longer food order?
co NNor r
47. Who has the more complex coffee order?
48. Who loses stuff?
bo thhh h
49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?
Evan doesnt trust connor to drive lol
50. Who is the hopeless romantic? 

Start over

I watched life pass me by
Slowly, like the trickle of melting ice
You tore me apart, then watched me cry
There came tumbling down my paradise

For a while, I let the darkness win
Believing things happen for a reason
This is the story I’ll never tell
But if I do, I’ll do it with a grin.

I forgave you for things you weren’t sorry for
We do that for people we love and adore
But lies get deep and love often dies
You try, you fight then you stifle your cries

One day when it’s all too much
You stop and break down on the bathroom floor
Knowing you have to start over
Because nothing will ever be as before