it's a little sister

I just adore when our boys accidentally let slip that they talk to each other to other villagers during affair days. 

Like Aaron congratulating Vic on her culinary school birthday treat, Its bleeding obvious Robert the smug doting brother he is has been bragging about this present to Aaron for ages. Lucky Vic grants Aaron a gift horse and assumes it was Adam who told him about the birthday present. Its just the sweetest thought, Aaron and Robert talking about his little sister together, cuddling up, trying to think of presents. 

Robert trying to find Vic/ Adam when they eloped by hiring Harriet to spy on Cain, Accidentally revealing that Cain has form, that he helped Aaron out of the country, so he could do the same for Vic and Adam. Its so obvious that Aaron has whispered his story to Robert in the dead of the night, how lonely he felt in France, and how he needed his family around him, how Cain helped him. 

It’s just so amusing to me that an affair is meant to be about sex but them two literally met up so often just to have a quick kiss and to talk about their problems. 

anonymous asked:

YO OKAY can i have an imagine/fic thing idk what its called, where reader is franks little sister, and gerard and frank have been best friends since kindergarten and then gerard hasn't seen y/n for years and when he sees her he's like "wtf she's so hot now" and fluffy dates

I have so may ideas for it!!!😍😍 -P🦄

~ SPN 12x15 coda ~

This is my voicemail. Make your voice…a mail.

Dean pursed his lips and pulled his phone away from his ear. Three missed calls…where was Cas? 

Usually, if he was not back home by this time – Dean tapped his screen. 10:47 pm – then he was at a hotel for the night. By now, Cas would have texted Dean to check in. To let him know that everything was all right. Maybe he was too tired to carry on an actual conversation. Maybe that’s why he sounded off on the phone earlier,

After a moment of staring at his phone, Dean opened it up and found the messages between himself and Cas. No reason he couldn’t text Cas first, right?

10:48 pm // Any more news about Dagon?

He stared at his screen until it went black. Sighing, Dean set his cell down on his nightstand and pulled off his flannel shirt, tossing it on the foot of his bed. He toed off his heavy boots and kicked them away before he tugged off his jeans. As he sat down, he glanced over at his phone.

Still no notification. Maybe Cas’ phone was dead?

Dean slipped under the covers and sat still for a second before reaching under and yanking off his socks. He threw them across the room and rested his arm behind his head. He stared at the ceiling for a long while, watching the shadows from the lamp creep over the popcorn ceiling.

His phone buzzed. Twice. 

Dean jolted up and rubbed his eyes with one hand and grabbed his cell with the other. His shoulders sagged as he rested his phone on his knee. It was only Crowley. If he actually wanted to talk to Dean, he would call him – several times in succession until Dean picked up, judging by past experiences. 

Dean unlocked his phone with a swipe of his thumb and his eyes fell to Cas’ contact picture. It was one that Dean took who know how many moths ago during a lull in a research session. In the picture, Cas was glaring over the top of Sam’s computer at Dean in response to his endless attempts to get his attention. 

“Hey, Cas,” he said, clearing his throat. He glanced up at his closed bedroom door before continuing. “I…I know it’s been a while since I’ve prayed. But that’s because you’ve been here. And, well…you’re gone now.”

He frowned, tapping his phone on his knee. Yes, Dean talked to him today – just hours ago, even – but something was wrong. Sam did not seem to notice, but Dean did. “I don’t know what to do,” he said, though not necessarily to Cas. 

“I need you here, man. You help me, you know? More than I’ll ever be able to say.” His eyes darted up to the ceiling and back down to the phone. “I’m over-reacting, huh?…You’re probably just tired.” Dean gave his phone a half-hearted smile, his eyes drooping in exhaustion. He really should try to sleep soon.

12:12 am, his phone read when he tapped the screen. He hesitated for only a second after unlocking it before he decided to call Cas again. Dean’s fingers tightened around his phone as he raised it to his ear. “Come on, buddy. Pick up.” 

His plea was answered by the trilly dial-tone, which rang three times before there was a soft click on the other end. Dean’s breath hitched in anticipation as Cas said, This is my voicemail. Make you – 

He hung up the phone and tossed it away. It bounced off the pillow next to him and onto the bed. Dean rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. “Where are you, Cas?”


AG: Get down here, you giant!!!!!!!!

(i love the little vriska/tall terezi headcanon so much kill me!!)

pic creds: @galliumyitride

edited by me

vriska: me

terezi: @armsocks

me and my little sister (she’s 12) were watching ouat and I said that I will murder the writers if the show will end without Emma/Regina hug. My sister said that maybe they haven’t hugged yet because they like like each other and are too afraid, and I was like

Originally posted by shawnasgonnagif

“Your Sister Calls Me Daddy”

voltron drabble, shiro & matt holt, platonic relationships, misunderstandings, space dad, NO shiro/paladins, shiro & pidge (mentioned), humor/crack

Shiro is lucky enough to catch Matt in the hallway. 

“Matt, can I talk to you for a tick?” he calls out. 

“Sure,” Matt says, stepping through the door into Shiro’s room. “What’s up?”

“Your sister calls me daddy,” Shiro blurts out. Then, he freezes. Blood rushes to his face as his ears catch up with his brain. 

Shiro wonders through the mortification if he can blame this on English being a second language. How could he have messed up this badly?  Quiznak, Shiro negotiated a system-wide treaty last week- the same week, in fact, that they rescued Matt and Commander Holt, who hadn’t seen Pidge since she was twelve. This is bad. 

He know his face is red, but he’s sure it’s nothing compared Matt’s. Matt is livid. His face is quickly approaching purple, and Shiro can see a vein in his tightly clenched jaw. 

Unlike his sister, Matt doesn’t have a hope of winning against Shiro in a fight. Matt looks like he’s prepared to die trying anyway and he’s only holding himself back because he trusts that Shiro’s going to explain himself.  

“Shirogane,” Matt growls out like a Galra, and that’s when Shiro realizes that he still hasn’t explained himself

“Fuck!” he says hurriedly. “Fuck,” he groans again, hiding his face in his hands. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant she calls me dad, they all call me dad.”

He looks up to Matt, who is still holding himself very still. Shiro is reminded of a lion the moment before it springs for the kill.

“Matt,” he supplicates, “please sit down so we can talk about this.” 

Matt stiffly takes the chair by Shiro’s desk. Shiro sinks down on his bed. He clasps his hands, bracing his forearms against his knees, and takes a breath. He takes a moment try to calm his racing heart and find the words to fix this mess.

“I came up here with four homesick teenage rookie pilots,” he starts. He wonders if that’s adequate to explain how sad and lost they all were at the beginning. 

“Your father used to say that your crew is like your family. I was a mess at the time, to be absolutely honest, but they needed that. Family. It started as a joke, I think. I was just trying get Lance to go to bed, and he looked at me and said ‘Sure thing, Space Dad.’“ Shiro smiles fondly at the memory. “It sort of snowballed from there. Now, they all call me space dad. It’s still a joke, I think, but, I… I just don’t want your father to think that Pidge replaced him with me, or that she forgot you.” 

Matt finally looks like he’s come down from his murderous rage. He laughs. 

“I was going to kill you, Shiro.” 

Shiro chuckles back.  “I know.” 

“Shiro,” Matt says kindly, “you’re our family, too. After we were separated, we were as worried about you as we were about Katie. Dad wouldn’t begrudge you. He’d be as grateful as I am that you were there to look after her.”  

“There’s something else isn’t there,” Matt says. Shiro wonders how Matt knows him so well after two years apart.

“She hasn’t called me dad in two weeks,” he admits. “It’s stupid. I know I’m not your father, but I miss it.” 

Matt moves to sit beside him on the bed. 

“She’ll come around. She’s just trying to merge two families together. You’ll see.” 

Shiro smiles. “When did you get so wise?”

“Shut up, Space Dad,” Matt retorts. 


“Matt, I would never-”

“I know, Shiro.”

“She’s sixteen! She’s eleven years younger than me! She’s under my command! I’m ace-”

I know, Takashi.” 

Tonight on Aunty Fishy abuses the Ewan McGregor Google Search algorithm, here is a WIP of the three Obi-Wans in my fic Where Shall We Three Meet Again? They’re not done by any stretch of the imagination but you know, how could I not give Arulas his proper eye color? HOW CAN I RESIST SITH EYES? I AM NOT MADE OF STONE.

They are from left to right…

Canon! Obi-Wan Kenobi otherwise known as The Old Man or occasionally Ben Kenobi.
Fem! Obi-Wan otherwise known as Little Sister.
Sith! Obi-Wan otherwise known as Darth Arulas.

Sir-Not-Appearing-In-This-Picture-But-In-This-Fic is Anakin Skywalker, otherwise known as The Podracer and you can find a lovely portrait done by @writegowrite right HERE.

Also, please click to make it bigger so you can actually see details, if you want to? You don’t have to but I think it looks better that way. Also, I think Arulas has raided Count Dooku’s wardrobe. I may need to talk to him about that.

Watch on

The source of all my problems


The Seed of the Prophet shall sit the throne and drown in flame the Mountains of Man