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straydog733  asked:

If you're still looking for prompts: physically disabled Jack playing sled hockey. Bonus points for trying to teach Bob. Thanks!

“Stop making fun of your father and get over here,” Alicia yells, slapping her sticks against the ice. “When he finally figures it out you’re doomed, might as well score now!”

But Jack doesn’t move because he’s laughing so hard he’s actually crying. “How are you a living legend? You can’t even balance on a sledge!” 

Bob pushes himself upright and nearly falls over on his other hip. Under normal circumstances, he’d be embarrassed, so clearly struggling before an entire wedding party's worth of current and former NHLers, but this is a unique circumstance. He’ll happily play the part of the fool, today, or forever, really, if it means he can see Jack smile like this on a regular basis.

“We – ” Jack gasps for breath, shaking so hard he might topple himself, “– we can’t play if Papa can’t skate.”

Alicia streaks past, still radiant in her makeup from the morning’s ceremony. “Bobby, even I’m better at this than you. How is that possible?”

“You are ruthless,” Bob breathes, watching his wife circle him, “and you’re on my team! Is anyone else seeing this? Eric! Have some compassion and come help your father-in-law!”

Bitty, who up to this point has been taking easy laps with his parents, breaks away only to be quickly intercepted by Jack.

“Oh, no, it’s only been six hours, you can’t start playing the father-in-law card.”

Shitty quickly shoots between them, “Make it quick, gentleman, Bitty’s mom is brutal. She’s laid out Tater twice.”

“What’s the point of you getting married if I can’t abuse the relationship for personal gain? You helped Richard, you traitor, so your husband can help me.” Bob argues, propping himself up with his hands instead of the sticks.

“I didn’t think you’d need the help,” Jack grins, switching to French and sliding up beside his father, “you’re supposed to be the best.”

“Ah, well, one too many concussions and my balance isn’t quite what it used to be.” Bob looks up from the ice in time to catch Jack’s smile falter. 

“Are you feeling alright? Is your vertigo back?” 

Christ. He didn’t want to make this about him; any latent injury of Bob’s was dwarfed a long time ago by Jack’s accident, not that this is anything close to a competition. He shakes his head and holds out his arm so Jack can hold him stable. 

“I’m more than alright, just old and jaded, watching all you handsome young bucks skate circles around me.”

Jack laughs and Bob watches his gaze flit back to Eric, who’s carefully coiffed hair is finally falling out of place as he tries to keep his mother from ramming her sledge into Alexei Mashkov. 

“Lean forward a bit, center your weight around your hips,” Jack explains, pressing a hand against Bob’s lower-back. “Not too far, use your sticks to move forward, it’s easier to balance when you’re in motion.”

Bob is struck suddenly by a sense of deja-vu; remembering how easy it had been to teach Jack to skate nearly thirty years earlier. Or how easy it had seemed to a Stanley Cup champion. Jack must have felt exactly how Bob does now, unsteady and unsure. 

“There you go,” Jack says brightly once Bob has centered himself. “See? Not so hard after all. Now you just have to score.”

Jack pulls a puck from between his thighs and tosses it onto the ice. Bob moves to pass it and promptly finds himself lying back on his side.

“This is just like the time I tried snowboarding,” Bob groans. “Had to scoot down the mountain on my ass.”

“Can we make new teams?” Alicia asks. “This doesn’t feel fair.”

Jack snorts a laugh and pulls Bob upright again. “C’mon, Papa, you’ll have this down in no time. Can’t let Maman get bragging rights, she’ll never let you live it down.”

as much as i’ve poked fun at eren for having long hair in the current manga canon, he at least does an extremely good job of shaving

Can I just say, that was the best outcome for this godawful sl. That last scene surpassed all my expectations. The fact that they both openly communicated about everything that has gone wrong up until this point. And that they are going to work on forgiveness together, thereby coming out of this stronger than ever. I am honestly so happy and can’t wait to see what the future brings. Messed up forever, ya’ll!

anonymous asked:

Lance would so be a waterbender for obvious reasons but I think he'd be from the northern tribe and he'd be really good at healing (and maybe learned bloodbending thru that? But he'd never use bloodbending) and would do cute show off-y stuff w water like pulling it from the air and making it snow or doing little mini clouds to water plants and ugh he'd be precious

YES WATERBENDER LANCE FOREVER TBQH???

I can totally see him being from the northern water tribe tbh, and would definitely do the show-offy stuff like you mentioned and honestly just have so much fun doing the little tricks and stuff. DEFINITELY ONE TO PUT ON A SHOW AND WOO THE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WITH HIS TECHNIQUES.

BUT, HEAR ME OUT HERE: Lance from the southern water tribe, whose father is chief, but he’s not next in line. He’s like second or third (depending if you wanna erase like the sexism the water tribe has in canon if we’re doing atla verse or have them move past it IDK.) and that’s where his insecurities, not being first could come from. He’s still like high up in the water tribe though, so he’d definitely get that like attention he likes and stuff. So, I can see him leaving the southern water tribe to find himself and his own place and stuff like that. ALSO, if this is ATLA verse, he’s probably one of the only waterbender in the village/city?? (I’m pretty sure there’s multiples villages in the South Pole?? I mean they cant have like.. Just one. IDK IM BEING CREATIVE)  AND DEFINITELY GOOD AT HEALING.

I’m ngl to you. I love bloodbender Lance who doesn’t know he can bloodbend until like he’s in a high pressure situation and it’s used on impulse to save someone/himself. I can definitely see a disgusted reaction that he’d get if he did use bloodbending on someone, regardless if they were good or bad. 

Also, bc I love the fact he’s a sharpshooter, his secondary weapon besides bending is a bow and arrow. ARCHER LANCE. THANKS.

anonymous asked:

Dear wife

Dear wife,
I can’t wait to meet you omg!!! You’re gunna be so beautiful and we are going to have the best fucking time together all the time. I hope you can put up with my bad jokes forever and I can’t wait to see our family thx

UPDATED TRUMP DOCTOR LETTER

To Whom It May Concern:

A lot of people have expressed a desire for an update on President Donald J. Trump’s health since his inauguration. I have been the personal physician of President Donald J. Trump since 1980 and I am here to say that Mr. Trump’s health is absolutely better than ever.

Since being sworn in, Donald Trump has lost 50 pounds and gained 17 inches of height. He’s the longest president who has ever lived. His livers are both functioning flawlessly. His blood sets an all-time record for the state of New York for “most” and his blood pressure was rated “excellent” by seven different Fox News Twitter polls. He doesn’t even have one cholesterol.

I can say this unequivocally: Donald Trump has the most bones. Scientists estimate that he now has around 900 bones in his body and more are being discovered every day. Some of those bones have never been seen before. They allow him to be really good at presidential things like signing executive orders and making love nightly to his wife who wants him to.

Mr. Trump’s test results have been astonishingly excellent. He actually has a blood type we’ve never seen before: “All.” It’s both the universal donor and universal recipient, and sprinkling it on your penis makes your penis bigger. Mr. Trump’s blood is gorgeous. It has a rich color that’s hard to describe, but if I had to put it into words, I might call it “red.”

President Donald Trump has no family history of cancer, diabetes, or death. The president’s family members are immortal beings that walk the earth without end, craving the sweet release of death that will never come unless they make a deal with a cool witch. Donald Trump will never die, he will just keep growing vertically forever until he lives in space. It’s really astonishing.

His physical strength is extraordinary. He can lift as much as a mother whose child is trapped under a car, but he’s more attractive than that mother and he hasn’t let himself go like she has. Have you seen the way she dresses lately? The hypothetical mother in this simile is a total chunk. 4 at best. As the famous doctor Hippocrates once said, “Would not hit.”

Since the Inauguration, Mr. Trump has kept an extremely active lifestyle. He starts every morning by walking straight up into the sky and then walking down again. He also visits me regularly for checkups. Mr. Trump doesn’t let me touch him because of gay, so I just eyeball it and give him a once over. I can usually tell just by looking how much blood is in him that day or which liver has taken the lead, so it’s not a super intensive process.

Mr. Trump is not only the healthiest president that has ever served, but also the most handsome. I usually want to kiss President Trump when I see him, but I would never break the doctor-patient trust, so instead I kiss the portrait of him I drew on my little note pad. There have been no presidents that even come close to President Trump in terms of overall health and hotness. Franklin Pierce was pretty hot, but his body wasn’t great. James Garfield was more cute than hot. President Trump is the total package. I know this because of my stethoscope.

Just to give a little more background on me, I’ve been a doctor for years. I got into medicine the same way a lot of doctors do: I once took an unmarked pill that I found under a toilet in a public restroom, and the next thing I knew, I was blacked out doing surgery on a man on a Benihana table with the big knives they got over there. I flipped this guy’s appendix right into my hat. And that’s when I caught the bug, for surgery and for tetanus!

Now, I want to address some of the slanderous things that have been said about me. It’s just like these coastal elites to say I’m not qualified as a physician. They think you need fancy things, like a diploma from Harvard Med School or a diploma from a med school or a GED or a car or medicine or clean hands. You don’t need those to be a doctor! All you need is the right attitude and a good sense of humor and to be Jewish and a blank death certificate just in case!

This is America. We’re not “fancy” here. You’re supposed to be able to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and put a bunch of clamps in a guy and see what tubes you can clamp up without making him sleep forever. My grandfather was a blue-collar worker, and so was my father. I am a red-collar worker because my collar is always covered in spurting blood. I may not know art or science or what a “lung” is, but I do know that I love America and am a lung-doctor!

Because of my love of America and Donald Trump, it is an honor to be his physician. Donald Trump could teach us all a thing or two about health. Not only is he the healthiest human ever, but also the healthiest dog, house and Faberge Egg. I wish him luck as he continues on his endless journey.

Love,

“Doctor” Harold N. Bornstein, M.D. (Mostly Doctor)

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'YOU NEVER WALK ALONE EXPLAINED'

In ‘I Need U’ Jin in is in a deeply dream where he can see all members. All of them represents his alter egos or emotions. All of them are happy and having good times but nothing last forever.

In ‘RUN’ we can see how Jin is acting weird, he’s starting notice that nothing is real.

In ‘AWAKE’ (the short film) he awakes, while he’s walking in the place where he is we can see some stuff that appears in the other short films. He made that stuff to feel them in real life, to not to feel alone. It was not enough so, he dreams again to see them.

In ‘BS&T’ the scene when V cover the eyes of Jin is because he knew that Jin was going to leave them but he doesn’t want that to happen so basically he killed him. He made Jin to sleep forever to be with them.

In 'Spring Days’ all looks a little sad and lonely. They were on streets but why no one appears except for them? Because they are not real. Also they visited places that appears in another MVs to say goodbye to that moments that Jin made.
And there we are, the train scene. They were heading to heaven, also Jimin hangs tennis in a tree(just a pair). When someone does that it means that someone has passed away, Jin died and the others too because they were in the imagination of Jin. Also the solo of Jin (AWAKE) makes references to the sky, you need to pay attention at the lyrics by now.

The meaning of 'You Never Walk Alone’ (and from the other eras too) is that even if someone leaves you is not forever, they will be always with you walking and supporting you by your side. Enjoy the little moments in your life with that persons before they leave.

Every time a picture is taken, the camera emits a beacon of dim light that stays forever. Now that humans can see what has been photographed, it is a worldwide race to see who can capture what has never been captured before.

8

“God is a DJ.
Life is a dancefloor.
Love is the rhythm.
You are the music.”
(Unknown)

Bonus: Close-ups of Chully’s beauty.

anonymous asked:

My prompt: Neil and Andrew get lost in the woods and Neil twists his ankle, so Andrew has to carry him to safety (how and why this happens is the real challenge)

Here we go, anon. Also on AO3.

send me prompts :)


“You’re kidding, right?”

“Yes, Neil. Because I’m known for my practical jokes.”

Neil rolls his eyes as Andrew slams the hood of the Maserati back into place and crosses his arms, leaning against the front of the car. Andrew has deduced that the transmission is indeed shot to hell, and that this beautiful piece of Italian machinery will not be moving from its current location without the assistance of a tow truck.

He looks around at the deserted I-40, neither head nor taillight to be seen. It is nearly 3:00am, and they are somewhere between North Carolina and Tennessee. Neil had tried to convince Andrew to stop for the night a few hours ago, but Andrew will admit that he should have listened if hell happens to freeze over. He tilts his head back to stare at the dark sky above him. They’re far enough away from civilization that the stars are uninhibited by any city lights. While this may be aesthetically pleasing, it also means that he and Neil are, for lack of a better word, fucked.

Andrew turns his head to the right at the sound of Neil incessantly tapping his fingers on the hood of the car. Neil meets his gaze and then flits his eyes across the rest of Andrew’s face.

“Can you fix it?”

“No.”

Neil watches him for a few more seconds before releasing a dejected sigh and pulling out his phone.

“No service. Of course. Because why would anything be working right now?”

Now it’s Andrew’s turn to roll his eyes. “Okay drama queen, take it down a notch. All we have to do is walk to the next town or until one of us gets service. It can’t be that hard.”

“The next town isn’t for like twenty miles! It’s already 3:00, and we have practice in the morning, Andrew.”

“Okay, well I guess we’ll just be late.”

Neil has no words. His mouth drops open in shock, absolutely aghast that Andrew thinks this is an acceptable solution.

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