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So, a long-ass time ago, Rose and Dave had a conversation like this:

TT: After you go, what do you think will happen to me?
TT: Will I just cease to exist?
TG: i dont know
TG: i mean your whole timeline will
TG: maybe
TT: Maybe?
TT: Is there a chance it’ll continue to exist, and I’ll just be here alone forever?
TT: I’m not sure which outcome is more unsettling.
TG: the thing with time travel is
TG: you cant overthink it
TG: just roll with it and see what happens
TG: and above all try not to do anything retarded
TT: What do you think I should do?
TG: try going to sleep
TG: our dream selves kind of operate outside the normal time continuum i think
TG: so if part of you from this timelines going to persist thats probably the way to make it happen
TT: Ok.
TG: and hey you might even be able to help your past dream self wake up sooner without all that fuss you went through
TT: I think the true purpose of this game is to see how many qualifiers we can get to precede the word “self” and still understand what we’re talking about.

This is the most important sentence in Homestuck.

I am dead serious.

Well, OK, I mean, it’s pretty important for understanding some major Homestuck themes and shit or something like that.

Also, I totally should have said: Pre-Retcon Doomed Timeline Non-Dreamself Rose but ultimately about to become Dreamself Rose who semi-merged with Pre-Retcon Alpha Timeline Rose and Doomed Timeline Dave aka Davesprite AKA future Davepetasprite^2 or as we all call them around the office, Davepeta, had that conversation.

Maybe you begin to see what I’m going to talk about here.

One of the major frustrations a lot of people had with the retcon was that the characters we ended up with at the end weren’t the ones we’d come to love and know throughout the story. Was it even worth it, to lose the characters we loved to the tyranny of Game Over? The victorious kids, with the exception of John and Roxy, were other people, with other histories, other goals, and other choices.

Allow me to submit that that may be the whole point.

SBURB is cruel. We’ve known that for a long time. It’s cruel not as Caliborn is cruel, but as the cosmos is cruel, as a supernova is cruel. It wants what it wants, and doesn’t care about how that intersects with the needs of humanity. It wants to make universes through a complex game-playing method, and drags hapless, vulnerable adolescents along for the ride. And most of the time it doesn’t even succeed, leaving its champions to rot in a doomed timeline or similar! Skaia’s victory is an amoral creation myth where individual human beings are just the carved pieces on the chessboard. (I mean, the other ones. Not the carapacians.)

Again, let’s consider the theme of VIDEO GAMES vs. REAL LIFE.

Homestuck, let’s be real, is basically some postmodern horror timey-wimey Jumanji. For a generation way more familiar with pixels than cute little tokens It’s easy for teenagers and in fact, basically everyone, to fantasize about escaping their life and slipping into some game world forever, where they get to do awesome things and be a heroic person.

Homestuck makes that literal. Congratulations, everything you ever knew is dead. You will never see it again, except your internet friends, who turn out also to be your family and other important people. I mean, from a distance, SBURB sounds like an awesome game, right? You figure out who you are and get to wear a cool costume displaying that identity. You get to make anything you want and enjoy this hyperflexible mythology tailored to YOUR CHOICES. HS fans talk all the time about how cool it would be to play a real version of SBURB. That’s a big part of the appeal of SBURB fan adventures. They put you and your friends in the story. Or your favorite characters! It sounds like a fantasy come true.

The thing is, as fantastical as it is, it’s also really fucked up, and ultimately you and your friends are being used. By a giant frog to let it have its babies. By the universe. By a smug blue cloud thing that doesn’t care about you at all.

SBURB does not care about you at all.

The funny thing, SBURB features a mythology with so many layers and nuances and seemingly human motifs about growth and self that you might search for some grand ultimate meaning behind it, but it’s not even human enough to have a personality, to be something you can argue with or fight. It just is. It’s all the cruelty and power of a god without any of the dazzling personality. It’s empty. It just wants to make universes all day long, or fail trying. It is a great, weird tadpole-making machine that eats children.

One of the big ways it doesn’t care about you is its attitude toward the self. Humans and trolls and whatnot prefer not to be relentlessly duplicated. SBURB says, oh yeah, let’s make tons of copies of the player characters and use them for a lot of different purposes.

There’s the dreamself, an essential bifurcation of identity (you are now and were always the dream moon princex) that sometimes gets merged into god tier but sometimes doesn’t. There’s doomed timeline selves, who exist ultimately to augment an Alpha timeline whose Alphaness is decided very arbitrarily and frequently by Lord English. There’s the you who exists before a scratched session and the you who exists afterward, who are two different people but started as one baby in an act of ectobaby meteor duplication, your player self and your guardian self. Dead timeline yous fill up the dreambubbles made by the horrorterrors and get endlessly confused with each other. Any one of these could be the you experience being at any given moment, and which one it is entirely arbitrary. Don’t like being Dead Nepeta #47? Tough hoofbeast leavings, kiddo.

To top it all off, in Terezi: Remember, we learn that every single time we thought someone changed from one self to another, was resurrected or something like that, it was another act of duplication. For every time someone’s died, there’s another version of them waiting in the Dream Bubbles, surprised that they’re not the main character anymore. And we have no way of knowing which is which. Even John, good old everyman John, may or may not be the person who died three or four times. It’s really impossible to say whether we’ve been following the same person throughout our story, or just the illusion of the same person, like a horrifying cosmic flipbook.

The retcon is a return to this same theme. Ultimately, there’s very little new in the changes John makes to reality except that they drive the point home.

John’s friends all died. John and his friends won the game. These things are both true at the same time, except those things may not have happened to the same people. There was a happy ending. Hooray! For, um, some folks who may or may not be the ones we care about. In fact, it’s very confusing, because from Rose’s perspective, Roxy is dead but came back to life, and from Roxy’s perspective Rose is dead but came back to life, except also she came back to life as a weird tentacle catgirl of pure id and self –indulgence. So there’s that. Um. Which Rose are we rooting for again?

Or wait: is it none of them, because the first Rose died in a doomed timeline, hundreds of panels and a number of years ago?

There’s a tension here which one experiences between saying it’s okay because it’s still the same people, and saying it’s not okay, because it’s not the same people at all. This tension is exactly what we’re meant to wrestle with. To put it another way, Homestuck asks if identity can work in aggregate. Are all Johns John, all Roses Rose, and do they all share in what they accomplish? Or are the final victors only accidents created by the whims and needs of the frog baby machine?

What I’m saying, basically, is that the retcon, in the sense that it pointed out our confused relationship with these characters, was already here.

In interviews and questions put to him over the years, Hussie constantly compares HS and SBURB to other video games, particularly Mario, which he frequently returns to as a baseline of comparison that most of his readers will know. One answer, from a recent Hiveswap interview, is particularly revelatory. To the question of “Why do you kill off all your characters?” Hussie replies:

[…]HS is supposedly a story that is also a game. In games, the characters die all the time. How many times did you let Mario fall in the pit before he saved the princess? Who weeps for these Marios. In games your characters die, but you keep trying and trying and rebooting and resetting until finally they make it. When you play a game this process is all very impersonal. Once you finally win, when all is said and done those deaths didn’t “count”, only the linear path of the final victorious version of the character is considered “real”. Mario never actually died, did he? Except the omniscient player knows better. HS seems to combine all the meaningless deaths of a trial-and-error game journey with the way death is treated dramatically in other media, where unlike our oblivious Mario, the characters are aware and afraid of the many deaths they must experience before finally winning the game.

The big man hass the answer.

Homestuck is the story of those dead Marios.

Other works, like Undertale, have engaged with this topic as well. But one of the major differences between Undertale and Homestuck is that in Undertale, between “lives,” one’s consciousness is preserved. In Homestuck, it’s discontinuous, and the value of the overall trial-error process is called into question by the fact that you, the player, may not even get to experience the victory. What meaning does victory hold if that is the case?

So, to put it in a nice thesis format:

One of the central themes of Homestuck is the challenge of reconciling an arbitrary and destructive pattern of growth and victory with the death and suffering you experienced along the way. Homestuck asks: is victory worthwhile if you’re not you anymore? And would you be able to know?

What even is the self? Is there such a thing?

If you were left feeling somewhat disconcerted by our heroes’ tidy victory and departure to their cosmic prize, or by how which Rose gets the spotlight is so deeply, deeply arbitrary, there’s a good reason for that. You’re supposed to be.

The philosophical problem of Wacky Cat Rose is insignificant next to the bullshit of SBURB.

And don’t forget—John and Roxy’s denizens helped them achieve the retcon. Ultimately, the victory they achieved was mediated by the same amoral system of SBURB, and was a victory over an enemy, Caliborn, whose power was created, perpetuated, and ended by that same system.

Okay, so here’s where it gets contentious. There’s an argument to be made, which I’m not sure how I feel about, that some of the character development that could have been in post-retcon Act 6 was left out precisely to push this feeling and play up this tension. Note that this is not the same thing as saying that they were deliberately badly written, but that they’re deliberately written to make us uneasy.That Hussie deliberately played with the balance between making these retconned characters feel familiar and making them feel eerily different to leave us feeling uneasy with the result.

I’m not sure I like that idea. It smacks a little too much of that “everything is perfect” thinking that comes sometimes from the far Metastuck camp. Some of the differences may also be the result of flawed writing. (See: Jane and Jake’s character arcs, which I might talk about later.) And I want to be able to critique those flaws. Ultimately, I think we still needed more time and development to figure out who these new people were—even if our goal was ultimately to compare them to their earlier selves. And again, more conscious acknowledgement of the problem from our heroes—especially John, the linchpin in this last and biggest act of duplication—might have helped drive this theme home.

Still, I think the Problem of Dead Marios is one of the most fundamental questions of Homestuck, maybe THE biggest question. It’s essential to understand it to understand what Hussie’s doing—or attempting to do— in the retcon and the ending.

I don’t know that Homestuck offers us a clear answer to that question. There are some confusions around the issue, too. Where do merged selves fit in, exactly? Clearly they’re a big part of the discussion, because Hussie spends some time in Act 6, especially near the end bringing the identity-merging powers of the Sprites to the forefront. (See also: the identity-merged nightmare that is Lord English.)  Can we even come up with a clear answer to what it means when a dead Mario returns to life grotesquely fused with Toad? How does he beat the game? Does he tell himself that the princess is in another castle? Or what if he merges with Peach? Are they their own princess? How do they know if they’re in the right castle?

Um. Anyway—

Interestingly, it’s not all grotesque—spritesplosions suggest that personalities that are too different don’t stay together long, so a fusion might rely on some inherent compatibility between the two players. Erisol’s self-loathing, sure, but also Fefeta’s cheerfulness. Davepeta seems to be a way of bringing out the best in their players, a way of getting Davesprite past his angst and Nepeta past her fear. Honestly, I know a lot of people don’t like Davepeta as the ending of these two characters’ arcs, but I can’t help but love it. They’re the ultimate coolkid. Cool enough to know they don’t have to be cool. Regular Dave got there, too, of course. But was his retcon assist from John ultimately any different?

Then, of course, we come to Davepeta’s speech to Jade in one of the last few updates before Collide. Davepeta suggests that there is such a thing as an ultimate self beyond the many different selves one piles up throughout the cosmos. A set of principles that describes who you are that’s larger than any individual instance of you. Your inherent Mariohood. (Maybe this is comparable to your Classpect identity, which attempts to describe who you are?) Davepeta even tells Jade, strikingly, that one might learn to see beyond the barriers between selves. Be the ur-self, in practice, rather than theory. This would be incredible news for Jade, who wrestles with the issue of different selves perhaps more than any other character. (There’s a lot to say about Jade.)

Honestly, I wish this ur-self idea had been developed more, and I honestly expected it to be. It doesn’t fully come to fruition, I feel. (Same goes for Davepeta’s character. Ohhhh, ZING!) I’m not sure it entirely makes philosophical sense, especially with fusion—I mean, doesn’t Davepeta themself disprove it? Or at least complicate it? Like, are they part of the ur-Dave or the ur-Nepeta? They seem to imply they’re BOTH? Does that even work? Does that mean that Marieach is all the Peaches and Marios at once?

(In fact, Bowser/Peach/Mario are but the three manifestations of one eternal principle. Also, Bowser/Peach are the true power couple. Read my fanfiction plz.)

And what, say, of Dirk, who ultimately ends up rejecting aspects of his other selves? It feels like there’s a lot more you could say here, and I wonder if Hussie would have said more, if he’d had time. What’s weird is, none of our victorious kids never reach an ur-self (though to their descendants, they become archetypal to some degree), which one might have expected. They’re just individual selves who happened to get lucky. Does that make them representative of the whole? It feels like something’s missing here, or like something got dropped at the last minute.

Same goes for the idea of the Ultimate Riddle. You’d be forgiven for missing it, but there’s been this riddle in the background lore of SBURB that seems to have something to do with personal agency in this overwhelming, overarching system. Karkat called it predestination, saying something like “ANY HOPE YOU HAD OF DOING THINGS OTHERWISE WAS JUST A RUSE.” But others have interpreted it more positively. My favorite interpretation, from bladekindeyewear: the answer to the Riddle is that YOU shape the timeline through your existence, personality, and choices, even when it looks like it’s all predestination. Ultimately it’s your predestination, your set of events, based deeply on your nature, that you are creating. Someone like Caliborn can use his innate personality to achieve power; someone like John might be able to use it to achieve freedom.

I definitely expected something like that to be expressed more explicitly. Like, a big ah-ha moment that helps John or Jade or whoever understand how to escape Caliborn’s system. Something like that would have been very helpful for a lot of our heroes, actually, who’ve been pushed around by Skaia and SBURB together, in finding a cathartic ending.  Once again, I wonder if something was dropped or rushed because there wasn’t time to put it all in. There’s places where you can see hints of that Answer being implied, maybe? But it’s kind of ambiguous.

You can see how the Answer to the Ultimate Riddle ties into some of Davepeta’s ideas. If your personality, the rules of your behavior are a fundamental archetype that goes beyond each individual self, then the answer to whether it matters if one self of yours makes it through to victory is an emphatic YES. You are all of those people, and by winning one round with Skaia, you’ve won the whole game, despite all the arbitrary challenges and deaths it heaps upon you along the way.

This may strike some as too positive for Skaia’s brutality, or again, some way of excusing flaws in many characters’ arcs, or unfair things that happen to them. To be fair, I don’t know that Davepeta’s necessarily meant to be taken as authoritative or the voice of Hussie. They may simply be offering a purrspective.

Hussie not choosing to come right out and engage with the Ultimate Riddle leaves the question of Dead Marios and what they mean for the victorious versions of our cast very open. I like that in some ways—let the reader decide—but I can’t help but wish we had more to work with in making that decision. Plus, it might have brought the thematic messages of Homestuck all the way home to tie them more closely to our characters and their experiences—character development being one of the things most people found most lacking in the ending.

NEXT TIME: All that wacky gnostic stuff probably

Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

Lucien’s at his desk when he hears Elain call him from the foyer.

“In here, dove!” He replies, straightening papers.

Elain bursts through the door with a wide grin on her face and a smear of dirt on her chin, holding something. “Look what I found! We’re keeping him.”

She holds out her arms and in them is something moving, something with reddish fur—

“He was all alone, poor thing.”

The baby fox raises its head, nose working and big dark eyes blinking as it sniffs the air.

Lucien laughs. “Elain, angel, that’s a wild animal, I don’t think it belongs indoors.“

“But look how cute he is,” she coos, and the fox yawns contently as though to emphasize her point.

“Well, that’s trouble,” Lucien says, as Elain pets it, “I’m afraid I can’t handle competition for best-looking fox in your life.”

Elain giggles. “Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite.”

Lucien really should fight her harder on this, but if anyone can successfully domesticate a fox, it’s Elain. She’s already done it once, after all.

He rises from the desk, comes around to get a better look at the little rascal, who’s squirming in Elain’s arms. “What’s his name?”

Elain smiles. “Lucien Junior. Because he’s just like you.”

“Because he’s a handsome redhead?”

“No,” Elain says blissfully, extending a finger to the fox, who gnaws harmlessly at it. “Because he likes to bite me.”

brranstaark  asked:

What's your favorite Brienne/Jaime lines? Mine is probably 'it's yours' and the scene in the bathtub where he's like 'my names Jaime' grrr that kills me everytime, I think Nick is criminally underrated as Jaime. Just the look he gives Tarth 😭

Originally posted by jaimelannistre

I mean like literally everything they’ve ever said to each other is amazing and one of my favorite things ever but I think these two are my fave. “It’s yours” is going to always be in my heart but it all started from “I trust you”…



Whooooa heeeeeey, Sketchdump Sunday!

That’s right, it’s time for another handful of RANDOM SKETCHES AND UNFINISHED/UNRELEASED PIECES! WHEEEE!

Today’s sketchdump features the emotional guilt tripping of a tiny miqo’te who demands we fight primals for stickers. I’m on to you, tinycatte! I see your game! Also included is Cakedad (who was almost Pizzadad in my FC! But it just doesn’t have the same ring as Cakedad), a bunch of random Bee-Doing-Bee-Things doodles, Mara escaping from a giant birb while stealing all the internet’s most treasured birb pics, a concept sketch for a baby D’riz that I forgot to post forever ago, and a magitek ahriman that was requested as a mount. :B

OH AND BONUS DOODLES  (that didn’t fit in the main set) :V

He sure did.

Probably lewd things, Momodi.

“Song of Doomy-whatsit now?”


“I feel like I haven’t seen you in eight hundred years,” Lukas’s voice says, from the other side of the door.

Philip smiles to himself, glancing over his shoulder.

“Ever since you finished your darkroom, also known as our laundry room, I feel like you’re cheating on me,” Lukas says.

Philip snorts, looking up at the prints he has hanging up to dry. “Yeah,” he says. “I’m cheating on you with you. About—ten or twelve of you.” 

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Whoever thinks Klance is Dead can Fite me: a post

T  R U S T M E 

the writers know what they’re doing!!

So many people are complaining about how Klance won’t be canon after watching season 4. We all know that there is a pretty legitimate reason for this, though, which is that Keith left to train with the BoM. 

And I don’t understand??? Why people are suddenly turning sides? 

Here’s the way I see it 

Reasons Klance Will be Canon:

-Literally. All their interactions. There’s too many and you can find a list somewhere else.

-Klance, unlike other ships like Hance or Sheith, seems to be getting development. Similar to Lance doesn’t flirt with Allura anymore, Lance and Keith have had a slowly growing relationship

-Uhh is everyone forgetting about the VR game where Lance and Keith are bickering and teasing each other in front of death

-We know for sure Lance will fall in love, and it would be a pretty bad decision on the writer’s part to just suddenly add in a character for Lance to fall in love with. 

-There are so many symbolic shots scattered throughout the show. The red and blue stars? Perspective shots that mean something? How the bi-colored flag and the rainbow are on a heavy Klance development scene? BLS

-Voltron tagged 1 or 2 of their videos as “Klance”, which may just be because of the views, but come on 

Reasons Klance will Apparently, NOT be Canon: 

-”Well, I mean,,,, they didn’t get many interactions in season 4, even though Keith was off screen most of the time”

You all sound ridiculous, full offense. Why are you complaining about writers who are putting a show first in front of a ship?

Season 4 was v intense, with a new character and a lot of plot movement. Is so, that means there will be room in Season 5 for things to settle down.

- - - 

Like what our baby boy Lance said (to Keith, may I add), “cool your jets”. Just because the show is currently focused on its plot doesn’t mean it’s going to drop all of it’s character development. I admit, Season 4 is probably my least favorite season as of now, but it still had some great moments. No show is perfect. 

anonymous asked:

Ooooh could you explain why Louis? I love Harry's more. I found Louis lyrics too "simple" most of the time...

Oh man. You’re asking me to live dangerously, anon lol

My biggest issue with Harry as a songwriter (and we’re gonna go with stylistically speaking here. I’m not getting into content discourse. I’m DEFINITELY not up for that can of worms. NOT TODAY, SATAN!) is his overuse of repetition. Repetition is important and should be used to make a point. Writers use it to emphasize something, to say “pay attention to me!” Sometimes depending on the phrase, if well crafted,it can even have a different meaning every time you sing those lines. I LOVE when that happens. It adds layers! Like for example one of my favorite songs of all time is Melissa Ethridge’s Sleep While I Drive. Im on mobile so I’m not gonna link to the lyrics, but do it when you get the chance. The last time she sings “and baby you can sleep while I drive” is SUCH a gut punch. However when you use it in almost every song on your album, it loses its importance. And that makes me sad because I do see how much POTENTIAL he has. But the good thing is he’s so young and he has time to learn and grow. And I truly believe he will.

With Louis, I like how “simple” his lyrics are. Or rather than simple more matter of fact and straight forward. He’s telling you a story. He’s painting a picture with just enough details for you to find your own emotions in it. He writes similarly to a lot of contemporary musical theatre composers, actually. It’s very conversational. And as a musical theatre nerd, that’s my jam.

*Nightmares* Newt x child x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Sooooo can I make a request for a story where Newt just got back from a trip (late at night) and is super tired but sees that his child is up from a nightmare and clams them down?

It was nearly one in the morning and Newt carefully and very quietly opened the door to your apartment. He didn’t want to wake you up or your five year old daughter, Elizabeth. 

Tip toeing down the hallway to the bedroom, he suddenly heard light sniffles and turned around to see Elizabeth standing in the hallway outside her bedroom. She was clutching her stuffed niffler as tiny tears slipped down her cheeks. 

“Hey, Princess… what are you doing up?” Placing his case down, Newt knelt down in front of her, wiping the tears from her rosy cheeks.

“There’s a monster in my room, daddy.”

“Is there now?”

Elizabeth nodded and peered up at him from behind her teary eyes. Newt gave her a gentle smile before scooping her up in his arms and making their way back to her bedroom.

“He’s down there!” Wrapping her tiny arms around his neck, Elizabeth nuzzled her face in his chest as she hid. 

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anonymous asked:

how do i come to terms with the fact that no one wants me (no one! not even one person! no one!!!) and im so ugly that ive been rejected literally eleven times i counted and not even necessarily by people i liked just by people who wanted to make sure i knew how repulsive i am? ill never have a gf only my ugly-ass face and bitter jealousy for the happy pretty girls who dont know what it's like to be unlovable

hey anon

im so sorry you had to go through this? 

for one, im absolutely certain you look good. and theres definately someone out there who ISNT an asshole that youre compatible with. youre not unloveable and it may not seem like it but things are bound to at least take a turn for the better one day, if not soon. hang in there

Tips on coping with being you / your appearence under the cut

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Apparently it's a thing to crochet sweaters for turtles

So I accidentally discovered this picture while i was looking for cute things to crochet and THERE ARE ENTIRE BLOGS DEDICATED TO TURTLE COZIES.







The Littlest Winchester - A Girl After His Own Heart

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 690

Prompt: “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Yay, thank you so much for answering. So my request for the littlest Winchester is the she kinda loves baby ( the impala) the same way Dean does so she kinda like talks to the car a lot and scold Sam about being more than a car


   There aren’t many things that Dean Winchester loves. Of course, he loves good food, good music, and motel rooms that aren’t crawling with roaches, but those are more standards than real love. His list of true loves includes only his four-year-old daughter, his brother, his best friend, and his car. That last item seems odd to most people, but it has more than earned a spot on the Winchester family tree. All of the memories attached to it and all of the things it’s been through validate its status. Dean cares for it like a human being.

   He knows he’s parenting correctly because his daughter expresses the same trait. He’s never prouder than when she treats and refers to the car as a living, breathing creature and insists that it receive only the best treatment. Only her father is allowed to work on it, messes must be cleaned thoroughly, parking spots must not be under animal nests, and so on. One of her favorite father-daughter bonding activities is washing the Impala, and even in this she has standards.

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The Sound of Music Lyric Meme
  • "My day in the hills has come to an end."
  • "There are voices that urge me to stay."
  • "The hills are alive with the sound of music, with the songs they have sung for a thousand years."
  • "The hills fill my heart with the sound of music."
  • "My heart wants to sing every song it hears."
  • "I go to the hills when my heart is lonely."
  • "How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?"
  • "How do you make her stay and listen to all you say?"
  • "How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?"
  • "These are a few of my favorite things."
  • "When I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad."
  • "Let's start at the beginning, a very good place to start."
  • "The first three notes just happen to be do-re-mi."
  • "When you know the notes to sing, you can sing most everything."
  • "You wait on an empty stage for fate to turn the light on."
  • "You are sixteen going on seventeen. Baby, it's time to think."
  • "Totally unprepared are you to face a world of men."
  • "You need someone older and wiser telling you what to do."
  • "I am seventeen going on eighteen, I'll take care of you."
  • "I know that I'm naive."
  • "Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet."
  • "How can love survive?"
  • "How can I show what I feel for you?"
  • "Lost in our wealthy domains are we."
  • "We'll make our love survive!"
  • "Perhaps I had a wicked childhood."
  • "Somewhere in my wicked, miserable past there must have been a moment of truth."
  • "I must have done something good."
  • "So long, farewell, aufwiedersehn, goodnight."
  • "I hate to go and leave this pretty sight."
  • "I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne."
  • "The sun has gone to bed and so must I."
  • "Climb every mountain."
  • "A dream that will need all the love you can give."
  • "Today you have to learn to be a realist."
  • "I will not bow my head to the men I despise!"
  • "You can't stop it even if you tried."
  • "You're a fool if you worry over everything but little number one."
  • "An ordinary couple is all we'll ever be."
  • "All I want of living is to keep you close to me."
  • "You are sixteen going on seventeen, waiting for life to start."
  • "Somebody kind who touches your mind will suddenly touch your heart."
  • "Gone are your old ideas of life."
  • "You may think this kind of adventure may never come to you."
  • "You look happy to meet me."
BTS reaction to breaking their GF’s expensive makeup

hoolllyyy shit man if someone broke my Too Faced pallet their ass would be grass i dont care if it was my sweet bean Kim Yugyeom himself he would get an ass WHOOPIN THAT SHIT IS $50 DUDE and dont get me started on my Jeffree Starr Gemini lipstick i would d i e if i broke it I’m tearing up just thinking about it~Admin Hedgehog 

Jin/Seokjin: momma would know how expensive ur makeup is and immediately PANIC when he accidentally knocked over your highlighter pallet over while cleaning, and would run to the nearest makeup store to ‘spoil you’ buying you a brand new kit so that you wouldn’t notice. you did, but you got a new pallet out of it, so who cares lol

Suga/Yoongi: dis boi would not care until he realized u were hella mad at him and were giving him the silent treatment, that he realized he fucked up and he called Seokjin to ask wtf should he do?? Jin would smack that ass into shape and Yoongi would go to Sephora and just toss his card on the counter like “Im in trouble with my gf please give her the nicest stuff you have” and just bring u a bag of expensive makeup and ur like…boi u just had to apologize and buy me a sandwich but okay this works and he’s like bitch how was i supposed to know

J-Hope/Hoseok: He broke it when u left it at the dorm by accident and he was trying to use it bc you always looked really good when u did it but somehow it turned out very much not like how you do your makeup and Jungkook tattled on him by texting u a photo and u were mad but like the picture of hobi wearing ur makeup made up for it 100%

Rap Monster/ Namjoon: You should be used to this by now??? bitch do u really think u can go thru this relationship w/o him breaking any of ur makeup?? hell no dude he broke it and he didn’t realize how expensive it was until u told him, then a l l the blood drained out out of his face, and collectively his wallet.

V/Taehyung: Tae just accidentally dropped it when u were moving stuff around and he hardcore panicked bc u never went anywhere without that pressed powder and not its broken to hell so he actually does the smartest thing and looks online how to fix it and successfully fixes it with a youtube tutorial and you were never any the wiser to the tragedy that had occurred to your baby and taehyung lived to see another day

Jimin: smol bun is almost in tears when he broke your favorite eyeshadow pallet and he came to you with it in pieces and tried to sweep it all up and put it back in the little bins, but it all got muddled together and he low key flipped out bc he knew how much you loved it but when u came back he was like sobbing into ur hug like I’m soOO0 SORRY I BROKE IT JAGI PLEASE DONT BE MAD IT WAS AN ACCIDENT and ur like ????? and it turns out that the packaging for an old pallet you had that ur aunt gave u and u hated and the packaging for ur fav pallet were practically identical so Jimin cried for nothing and he’s never felt so relieved you had to hold him for like an hour bc all the feeling had left his legs poor baby

Jungkook: baby has 0 idea how expensive makeup is like he wears the bare minimum amount for shows and stages but like its all over his head if he had to do his own makeup for shows he’d be dead so please take pity on this poor boy he’s so confused as to why ur mad at him he didn’t mean to drop ur makeup bag but he gives u a replacement pallet for ur birthday and ur not really mad at him anymore but it was a sweet gesture and u give him kisses for that and he makes the decision to buy u makeup more often if this is how u thank him

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm glad you're back, your writing is amazing and I love it <3 I was wondering if you could do the RFA+V+Saeran singing Christmas carols while decorating, and maybe some fluffy cuddles afterwards? Thanks, and Merry Christmas Eve! :)

thank u~~ and yes it feels good to be back and writing! hehe. also, merry christmas !!! i hope it’s wonderful ~ 

***I’m really sorry this is late. something came up so I had to postpone writing this. I hope you’ll forgive me and that this is to your liking.****


  • since yoosung is an avid fan of christmas, there’s no way that there’s no decorating with you
  • there really wasn’t enough room to set up decorations in rika’s apartment, so he invites you to his house
  • when you get there, there’s already boxes full of decorations ready to be put up
  • yoosung turns on the radio to help get in the christmas mood
  • you guys first start with hanging up star shaped lights using double-sided tape
  • as you’re hanging them up, your favorite christmas song comes on and you begin singing along
  • “You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen~”
  • “Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen~” Yoosung joins in
    a small giggle escapes your lips at this
  • his voice is so cute when he sings???? not that his voice isn’t cute any other time
  • “But do you recalllllll~” 
  • you go back to the boxes and there’s a pair of antlers and a small red plastic ball with a slit in it chilling out
  • “The most famous reindeer of all~?” 
  • you hurry and put the antler headband and red ball on his nose
  • “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer~~” you smile brightly and all yoosung does is laugh
  • the two of you become so distracted by singing popular christmas songs, you almost forgot the rest of the decorations
  • it takes about another hour and a half to finish but it was worth it
  • afterwards, you plop down on his couch and yoosung soon follows 
  • you snuggle up to him, earning a blush from your boyfriend
  • “Mm… you’re so warm, Yoosung.”
  • he smiles at this, planting a soft kiss on your head
  • not even 5 minutes later, you’ve fall asleep against him


  • you were at zen’s home for the holidays, and both of you decided to get a tree to brighten up the place
  • as you were hanging ornaments, you decided to sing your all-time favorite christmas song
  • “I really can’t staaaay~~”
  • you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your stomach
  • “But Baby, it’s cold outside~”
  • Zen’s angelic voice responded to your line
  • he places a kiss on your cheek and releases you so both of you can finish decorating the tree
  • you guys enjoy singing together as his house becomes more christmasy by the second
  • the final lyric comes and
  • “Baby, it’s coooooooold ouuuuuutsiiiiiiide~”
  • your guys’ voices harmonized perfectly and you can’t help but giggle as zen picks you up and swings you around
  • after he puts you down, you take a few steps back to admire all the hard work
  • the main room gave off a warm, glowing feel *_*
  • after decorating, you and Zen snuggle up on the couch with lots of blankets and marathon your favorite movies
  • he pulls you into his lap so that your back is against his ripped chest and abs hoo boy
  • sneaks in a lot of kisses during the boring parts of the movies


  • somehow you managed to convince jumin to let jaehee have most of christmas eve and christmas day off
  • it may not have been a full two days, but she’s grateful now that she can spend them with you ^^
  • she tells you to come over to her place since it’ll be hard to decorate in the apartment
  • plus, she has all of Zen’s musuicals on DVD *_*
  • the average-sized tree goes up first as you begin decorating it with bright lights and festive garland
  • jaehe finds the little ornaments that you brough over from your place are super cute
  • the radio was also playing some popular christmas carols that you liked as well
  • there were a few here and there that you liked and disliked, but your favorite one came on finally !!
  • the little chord from the guitar played along with the sleigh bells
  • “Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle bell rock~ Jingle bells swing, And jingle bells ring” you sang
  • jaehee wasn’t much of a singer, but she decided to indulge in this
  • “Snowing and blowing, Up bushels of fun~ Now the jingle hop has begun~”
  • you give her a shocked look; she’s acutally pretty good at singing?
  • “Jaehee, why don’t you sing more often? You’re not too bad, you know.”
  • “It’s not a needed skill as an assistant, but I thank you for you kind words.”
  • after the decorating is finished you two finish the night by snuggling on her couch with warm coffee and many blankets
  • Zen’s musicals were playing in the background softly
  • it was a perfect way to end christmas eve


  • you were more than excited to decorate and spend time at jumin’s penthouse instead of rika’s little dinky apartment for the holidays
  • it was extremely spacious, so that means more room for cute decorations that he bought for you
  • also, for an early surprise gift, you bought yourselves matching christmas sweaters with Elizabeth the 3rd’s face on it
  • there are lots and lots of lights and garland !!!
  • your tol boyfriend helps you with taping them in higher places
  • chrsitmas music was also playing from your phone which was connected to a set of speakers to help set the holiday mood
  • that’s when your favorite christmas song of all time finally makes its appearance and you instantaneously sing along (Mariah Carey’s version ofc)
  • “I don’t want a lot for Christmas, There is just one thing I need” you sing energetically with a ornament box in your hands, pretending that it’s a microphone
  • I don’t care about the presents, Underneath the Christmas tree” Jumin is watching you, extremely amused
  • I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know” this also earns a smirk from him
  • Make my wish come true ohhhh~ Baby, all I want for Christmas is youuuuuuuu~” and you point at him
  • his eyes widen in slight surprise, then smiles lovingly with a light blush on his cheeks as he holds out his arms
  • you laugh and then toss the box out of your hand, running and jumping into his arms
  • Jumin spins you around while you giggle like a madman
  • he finally sets you down, placing his forehead to yours
  • “I love you, MC,” he murmurs
  • now it was your turn to blush
  • “I love you too, Jumin~”
  • you two stay like that for a while before getting back to finish decorating
  • afterwards, you want to cuddle by the fireplace with him
  • so you grab a large blanket, wrapping it around both of you and sit in front of the cozy fire along with jumin
  • Elizabeth joins you two
  • you guys cuddle against each other and it’s just a perfect to end the night


  • seven’s usual dreary and depressing attitude towards christmas began to lighten ever since saeran’s rescue 
  • he’s still not extremely ecstatic about it, but he’ll keep a cheery attitude for you and won’t try to change the topic
  • just as long as he has you two, he’s fine
  • you tell him that decorating his room might help bright things up
  • earlier, you brought over a few boxes of christmas decorations since seven obviously didn’t have any
  • he hands you glittery red garland
  • but you have a better idea in mind
  • you quickly take it and wrap it around seven’s upper body
  • “Now Saeyoung’s a pretty tree~” you giggle
  • “H-Hey! MC!”
  • luckily for him, his arms weren’t bound by the garland and that gave him an idea
  • “Hey. Come closer. I’ve got something to tell you~”
  • you comply, and lean closer to him so that your ear was near his mouth
  • but before you could do that, he pulls you into him and presses a kiss to your lips
  • you’re shocked at first but melt into the kiss
  • seven breaks the kiss for air, leaving you a blushing mess
  • “So much for decorating…” Saeran mutters as he walks past the two of you with cookies in his hand
  • “C’mon, MC~ Let’s finish decorating, shall we?” 
  • you guys get out all of the decorations and place them where they’d look the best
  • the more you decorated, the more it was beginning to look like christmas
  • which reminded you of an older carol that you were quite fond of
  • so you began to sing by ear
  • “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas~”
  • seven smiles at you, but doesn’t join
  • probably because he doens’t know it very well and well, his singing isn’t the best
  • once the decorating was done, both of you enjoy the atmosphere you’ve created
  • it’s warm, fuzzy, and makes you want to cuddle up for the rest of the night
  • …. which is what you did!
  • seven envelops you in his arms and holds you close to him
  • your head is snuggled closely to his chest, and the last thing you remember hearing was him saying “Merry Christmas” and the the sound of his heartbeat before drifting off into a deep slumber


  • you brought decorations from your house to his because he reallly didn’t have much at his
  • there wasn’t anything too fancy, but it would suffice for just the two of you
  • poor V baby wants to help decorate his place since it’s rather empty, but… you know…. he can’t see very well
  • you bought each other silly christmas sweaters to add a christmas-esque feel
  • but still, you didn’t want him getting hurt
  • so instead, you suggest that he picks his favorite christmas CD to listen to while decorating
  • and he does; the first song that comes on is your favorite
  • “Silent Night, Holy Night~” you begin, voice light and smooth
  • he purposefully put that CD in just so he could hear you sing~
  • V follows the lyrics after yours
  • “All is calm, All is bright~”
  • you blush a bit because his voice is like silk when he sings??? he’s so precious 
  • you find a santa hat lurking in the pile of decorations, and place it on his head
  • you can’t help but smile happily
  • spending the holidays with your boyfriend has never made you feel happier on the inside
  • instead of interrupting your decorating, V sits on the couch with a cup of coffee, waiting patiently for you to finish
  • once you do, you look around, admiring your hard work
  • it wasn’t much, but it still created that cozy atmosphere
  • “I’m finished, but… I wish you could see it…”
  • “I’m sure it looks absolutely wonderful, MC.”
  • plopping yourself down beside him, you pull a nearby blanket close to you guys and snuggle up to V, enjoying the warmth he’s radiating
  • “Mm… you’re so warm…~”
  • he chuckles at your comment, putting a hand on your head and stroking your hair lovingly
  • and that’s how you two spent the rest of your night, enjoying each other’s warmth with christmas songs softly playing in the background


  • decorating with your boyfriend turned into “you’re doing all the decorating while i eat all of the candy and cookies”
  • saeran help godDAMMIT
  • “I won’t make cookies and candy for Christmas next year if you don’t help me.”
  • saeran is offended by such a malicious bribe
  • but he takes it and well,, he’s more of a help by handing you decorations instead of just eating the sweets
  • it’s better than nothing
  • the decorating takes a lot longer than expected since it was in seven’s place, but at least the place looked a little less hacker-ish and more christmas-esque
  • you take a few steps back and admire your hard work, hands on your hips
  • “Well, Saeran, how does it look?”
  • no reply
  • ….
  • “Saeran?”
  • you felt a warm breath tickle your ear, sending chills down your spine
  • “I wish you a Merry Christmas… I wish you a Merry Christmas… I wish you a Merry Christmas… and a happy new…”
  • you screech at the top of your lungs
  • your boyfriend was right behind you singing “We Wish You A Merry Christmas” but in the most god forsaken creepy voice
  • at least your reaction manages to get him to smirk which is hot as fuck
  • “S-S-Saeran–!” you’re so creeped out you can’t even finish chewing him out
  • you will never be able to unhear him singing it now
  • “Just for that, you have to come and cuddle with me for the rest of the night!”
  • he had no say as you immediately grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him to the couch
  • you force him to lie down and you do the same beside him, throwing a blanket over the two of you
  • there’s a hint of a light blush on his cheeks from the close contact
  • smiling warmly, you snuggle as close as possible up to saeran
  • “Merry Christmas.”
  • “…Merry Christmas.”
Blue Eyed Babies

Hi! Can I request an imagine? The reader and joker had a fling. She hasn’t seen him since but she finds out that she’s preggo.. She eventually had the baby, things were going well until she runs into him… Thank you!

A/N: Let me know what you guys think! to the anon who requested it, I hope you love it!!

“You come here often dollface?” The pale faced, green haired man asked as he stood in front of you rubbing his hands down your arms.

“Not really… It’s my friends 21st birthday party. So, I got dragged along I’m not really much into the nightlife social scene.” You replied gazing into his bright blue eyes that had you in such a trance.

“Not one for being social huh? I could change that.” He purred while kissing your neck.

His smell was intoxicating, his skin was warm. He made you feel… safe, like nothing in the world could harm you as long as you were in his embrace. You wrapped your hand around his back feeling the taut muscles through his silky red shirt. He removed his lips from your neck, and tilted your chin up analyzing your face with such curiosity.

“You look like something out of movie doll.” He said causing a smile to form on your lips.

Then ever so slowly he leaned his face closer to yours his eyes flitting to your lips. Next thing you knew he was kissing you. It was the most passionate kiss you had ever experienced. His hands went to your waist pulling your body closer against his. You moved your arms to wrap around his neck going on your tiptoes, making it easier to reach his lips. His tongue explored your mouth, leaving a metallic and delicious taste. He bit down on your bottom lip letting it linger between his teeth.

“How about a nightcap?” He purred.

“You read my mind,” You smirked up at him.  

He took your hand and lead you out of the roaring club, while barking at someone named Frost to take over his meetings.

You awoke the next morning, with black satin sheets wrapped around your naked body. The night of passion was still evident from your body. The was a satisfying ache between your legs and love bites littered your soft skin. The Joker laid next to you his green hair messy, with his cheek pressed into the mattress as he growled lightly in his sleep. Quieter than a mouse you slipped out the massive bed, retrieved your clothes and ever so silently left the most dangerous man in Gotham to wake up alone.

The sound of your coffee saying it was ready broke you from your revere. You sighed as you looked down at the pregnancy test that had just revealed your worst fears. You were pregnant with the Jokers baby. You quickly tossed the test in the trash. You went to your pristine kitchen and poured yourself some of the hot coffee, mixing in your favorite cream. You went to put the mug to your lips when you slowly stopped and dumped its contents down the sink. You had remembered that caffeine was not encouraged during pregnancy, and after all you were going to be a mother. It wasn’t such a uncommon horrible thing you thought to yourself. You were doing very well for yourself, in a secure high paying job. Your apartment was nice and even had a spare bedroom with a window that overlooked the city. It would make a perfect nursery, after a little redecorating. You had obviously hoped to be married when you started a family, but that prospect had been looking dismal for a while now. You smiled to yourself and retrieved your purse deciding to get a jump start on all things baby related.

J stretched his arm out across the king bed in search of the lovely little thing he spent last night with. If he was being honest he quite in enjoyed her, she was very pretty, listened well, and not to mention was a riot in the sack. He might just have to keep her around. When his search came up empty, he growled out loud as he lifted his head up to search for her, but the bed was unoccupied. He eyes immediately scanned the room searching for any sign of the women who intrigued him so much. All of her things were gone, except for the black lace panties he had removed from you last night. He snacthed them off the end of the bed and held him in his pale hand. He wanted to be mad at her for leaving without his permission but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to be when he pictured her smiling face. He laughed loudly stretching his arms out as he sat cross legged in his bed and yelled for Frost. Oh he always did love the thrill of the chace, and that is exactly what she was giving. Frost opened the door a solemn look on his face. J’s smile dropped from his face upon seeing frost’s expression.

“What is it?” He growled at him.

“It’s The Penguin sir, he is back in Gotham.”

‘You’ll just have to wait for me girly’ Joker thought to himself as he readied himself to take down the penguin once more.

It had been 11 months since the penguin had been wreaking havoc all over gotham, usually the Joker didn’t mind chaos but when Penguin began taking over the Jokers terf something had to be done.

You had your two month old baby girl, tightly wrapped in her soft purple blanket as you waited in line at the bank. She was her mother’s daughter in every way. From her Y/HC locks that matched yours so perfectly to your same nose and skin tone. You were practically twins other than one thing… she had her father’s eyes. You gazed into her blue eyes that had you spellbound as she cooed at you while wrapping her tiny hand around your freshly manicured finger. You smiled at her, she was just so perfect. BANG! A gunshot erupted, you looked around to see the security guard fall to the floor. As all sorts of characters flooded into the bank heavily armed. One man was in a panda costume while the others had arrays of masks donning their faces, you even thought you had caught a glimpse of a batman. Oh no you thought realizing who it was before you heard the famous laugh. You covered your little girl’s head and pressed her tight to your chest concealing her from view. Relieved that the gunshot had not made her cry. You quickly got on your knees like everyone else and let your long hair cover your face as the Joker delivered his monologue.

“I usually am not one for accompanying my men on average bank robberies, but since this is a bank The Penguin has declared his, I thought i’d tag along for the fun of it.” He shouted at the hostages pacing back and forth on the bank counter while his men emptied the vault.

“Since we have a couple minutes before that pathetic excuse of a police department shows up. How about we play a little game? I like to call it ‘duck, duck, penguin.’” He said as he jumped down and being tapping people on the heads while saying duck.

When he called someone penguin he shot the man in the forehead.  And so he continued his messed up little game.

“Duck” he said while tapping the balding man on his head one person away from you.

“Duck.” he said again while ruffling the little boys hair to the right of you.

“Penguin.” He said as his hand fell to rest on your head.

“Ought oh, we’ve got ourselves another Penguin,” he laughed to know one in particular.

He roughly grabbed your chin and jerked it up to look at him. Recognition immediately flashed across those blue eyes your daughter possessed. You could tell she had fallen asleep in your arms and prayed he wouldn’t notice her.

“Well isn’t this a lovely surprise. Long time no see… HA! I don’t think I ever caught your name dolly.”

“Y/N, my name is Y/N”

“Y/N.” He purred, “Well that feels good on my lips. So tell me Y/N what is that little thing you are trying so desperately to hide from me named? HMM? You don’t want me seein whats under your coat no more huh? HAHA!” He pressed his gun under your chin and made you slowly rise to your feet. It was a challenge to do it with no arms and you would have fallen over if J hadn’t caught you. But the jossle caused your grip to loosen on your little girls blanket and her face was revealed to J.

“A baby!” He shouted with what you assumed to be mock joy, as he clapped his hands together loudly obviously trying to make her cry. She didn’t stir. You wanted to run away and keep her safe, but knowing the Joker he’d probably shoot you as soon as your back was to him. So you stayed, your grip shaking and your eyes filling with tears.

“Don’t hurt her.” You begged.

“Hurt a child? Me? My dear that’s simply terrible.” He laughed loudly causing your baby to stir.

Her bright blue eyes opened to meet the ones she had gotten from her father. He squinted his eyes at her, she looked so familiar.

“What’s her name?” He asked slowly never breaking eye contact with her

“Jay,” you said, “She is named after her father.”

His eyes snapped to yours as you watched the realization of what you were saying spread across his handsome devilish face.

“Well this is certainly… unexpected.”

anonymous asked:

Hi!! ^^ with all that's happening with jungkook and the flower crew thing, I felt really down but your stories really help cause they're so fluffy and they make me feel warm inside, SO THANK YOU RIN❤️❤️❤️. Side note, umm if it's not to much since your accepting prompts,(if u have time) prompts: all the hyungs reaction/feelings watching the vlive of the flower crew show and them coddling baby bun~(yoongi probs gonna use this for cypher part 4👀)-🌹anon

Hey rose anon (can I call you that?)! I’m glad you like my writing so thank you! You’re super sweet >.< Also, thank you for giving me the idea to write this. I hope you and others enjoy this super fluffy drabble!

This is pretty much fluffy jungkookxeveryone with hurt/comfort. Two of my favorite things~

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Pregnancy Series #25: Interacting with the Baby

Ashton: It was finally one of Ashton’s rare days off, where he wasn’t doing something for the band or out preparing for little Fletcher’s arrival. Today you had him all to yourself, you wanted to make the most of the time you had left of it just being the two of you. Soon it wouldn’t be the two of you anymore, someone else would always come before you. You planned to spend the day watching movies and just being together while you could relax. For right now you were laying on the couch reading some book you had been meaning to read for ages but had never gotten around to, and Ashton was sat in the corner on his drum pad, drumming to some unknown beat you were trying to figure out. Every so often he would look over at you and smile, all while still drumming. The low volume of his spotify playlist could be heard in the background, and even though he had some odd songs on it, you found it oddly relaxing.
When you looked up from your book, you caught Ashton staring at you once again. You knew something was up, he usually was so into his drumming it was hard to snap him out of his own little world. Today was different, and he kept looking at you. “Do you need help sir?” You raised an eyebrow at him, and he blushed, knowing that you had caught him staring at you. “It’s fine Y/N, don’t worry about it.” You knew he was lying. “Seriously Ashton, what is it?” He put his drumsticks down, and came over and sat down next to you. “You keep rubbing your belly… I want to be able to interact with him. You already feel like a Mom… I just wanna feel like a Dad.” You had no idea he had been feeling like this, and suddenly you felt really bad. He was right, you already had motherly instincts all the time, but he couldn’t feel the baby move or anything like you could.  “Ashton…” You grabbed his hand, and started making little drumming patterns on your belly.

With each little pattern, Fletcher would kick against Ashton’s hands, like he was following his hands around. “No way… Thats him in there?” You could see the light in Ashton’s eyes, and it gave you life. You nodded in response, and Ashton continued different patterns. “You can do this whenever you want Ash, you don’t have to ask me. You’re his Daddy and he needs to know you too. He can hear you ya know.” You knew he knew this already, but you reminded him anyway. “Hey Fletcher, it’s Daddy. I hope you like my drumming, its my job you know. I play music for you a lot, and I can’t wait to meet you.” You listened to Ashton talk to your belly, telling Fletcher stories of him and 5SOS “banding”. You ran your fingers through his hair, never wanting him to stop talking. You had a feeling he would be interacting with Fletcher a lot more now. 

Luke: You found that the farther along you were in your pregnancy, the more tired you were all the time. Most nights you were in bed by 8, and still asleep the next day at noon. Luke always made joke’s it was hard to find times when you were actually awake, but you couldn’t actually help it. However, Luke would always lay with you wether you were awake or not. You almost couldn’t sleep without feeling his presence next to you sometimes, and you felt like he knew this which was why he was there all the time. He loved spending time with you, even if you weren’t awake to spend it with him. Sometimes he would write songs, or play his guitar softly enough that it would lull you to sleep again. This was always your favorite thing, but you never let him know just incase he stopped because he knew you were listening. Sometimes you found it hard to stay asleep for long periods of time, but you would never fully open your eyes.

It was one of those times again, when you were awake but didn’t open your eyes. You could feel Luke’s chin gently on your belly and the only audible thing you could hear was Luke singing. That’s when it hit you, he was singing to Jason while you were asleep. It took everything you had not to open your eyes because then Luke would know you were awake and might stop.  “It’s all about you, its all about you baby. It’s all about you, its all about you baby. It’s all about you, its all about you baby….” He was singing one of your favorite McFly songs to him, and you were going to explode from cuteness. You knew Jason could hear him because his kicks were going crazy, and those would usually wake you up but tonight you were going to let Luke have his father son time with Jason. He probably did this a lot and you just didn’t know it, all those times you were missing out on Luke singing to his son. 

Once he finished with All About You he went quiet for minute, probably deciding which song he wanted to sing to him next. You were excited to hear what it was going to be, and you were trying not to give Luke any indication that you were awake. “If this is love, then love is easy, its the easiest thing to do. If this is love, Then love completes me, cause it feels like I’ve been missing you, a simple equation, with no complications to leave you confused, if this is love, love, love, hmm it’s the easiest thing to do…” Another one of your favorites. You almost couldn’t help but smile in your sleep, but you contained it so Luke continued. When he finished that song, he just laid his head on your belly, like he always did when you two were relaxing together. You wanted him to keep singing, you liked the sound of it too. You loved that he had father son time with Jason, even if you weren’t awake for it. “I know you’re awake Y/N, I hope you enjoyed father son time. I sang your favorites just for you.”

Calum: You were sitting in the nursery reading your favorite pregnancy book, “What to Expect When You’re Expecting”,for the third time. You sent Calum out about half an hour ago for some Ice Cream and some other odds and ends you had needed around the house. You had been sleeping when you woke up needing Cookies and Cream Ice Cream and you didn’t realize till after he had left that it was 2 in the morning. You hadn’t been able to sleep till you got some Ice cream so you decided to read a bit and wait for Cal to get home.You heard the front door open and close softly, you almost didn’t hear it at all. You placed your book back down on the shelf and made your way downstairs. you found Cal in the kitchen putting your ice cream in the freezer before you stopped him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You asked as you grabbed the dessert from his hands and grabbed a spoon from the drawer next to you. “Well, usually when I go out this late to get you some sort of frozen dessert, I come home and you are already asleep.” He gave you a kiss on your cheek and stole a bit of ice cream of your spoon as you gave a yell. “Hey! That’s my ice cream!” you gave his hand a small smack. Cal gave you a smile and bend down so that his face was next to your stomach. “Do you hear this, girls? Mommy is being mean to me.” “Well, Daddy stole Mommy’s ice cream.” You loved joking around with Calum, even though it was your ice cream. Ice cream was your new favorite thing, even though technically it wasn’t you that wanted it, it was the twins. You weren’t objecting though, ice cream would always be a plus for you.

“Well, Daddy bought Mommy her ice cream at 2 in the morning.” You laughed and then you felt one of the girls give a kick right where Cal had his hand placed. His eyes grew wide and his mouth formed a slight “o”.“She just… They… “ He looked up to you and then gave a laugh. He was so happy. They kicked again. “Ah! They just keep kicking!” Cal jumped up and gave you a hug. You finished up your ice cream craving and put your spoon in the sink. “Come on, spunky, let’s go to bed.” You pulled Cal behind you as you made your way back up the stairs.You got into bed and saw that Calum was already asleep with his hand on your belly and a smile still on his face. They had Calum wrapped around their little fingers, and you had a feeling it would remain the same when they were born. They were definitely daddy’s little girls already, you could feel it.

Michael: Michael and the boys were in the living room writing some new songs and you were laying in bed trying to get some rest. It was hard having a baby. You could hear the boys laughing, singing, and playing the guitar from your bed room. You could distinctly hear that Michael was singing this particular song and Coralee could tell as well. She was just kicking and kicking. It was like she had four arms, you had no idea how she was doing it but she was.  Any time that Michael would sing or talk or laugh she would kick, keeping you awake. Finally, you gave up on the idea of sleep and took to the idea of a twinkie, so you waddled down the stairs.

The boys were leaving right when you got down there and you said goodbye and walked into the kitchen. Michael came up behind you and gave you a hug and he nuzzled his nose into your neck. “How are you doing, (Y/N)?” You turned in his arms to face him. “I’m great. Coralee was having a field day earlier.” “What do you mean?” He asked. “Any time you would sing or talk, she would kick. I couldn’t sleep with the samba happening in my stomach.” Michael laughed and Coralee kicked. “She loves you a lot, you know?” Michael knew this, he always put you and his princess before anyone. You knew the second she was born that she would have Michael wrapped around her little finger and from then on there would be no going back.

“Well, I am a great dad.” You smacked him lightly on the arm. “Don’t be cocky!” You warned him, and Michael laughed. “I’m a great dad, aren’t I, Coralee?” He rubbed his hand over your stomach that was just barely fitting between you. She kicked a few times quickly. Or as quickly as a fetus could. You sighed. “Of course, she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl. I just couldn’t have a mama’s girl. THAT would be to easy.” Michael hugged you again and rubbed your back. You would be fine no matter what she was, she was going to be your princess and you just wanted to see her grow. Michael loved feeling her move, grabbing the flashlight by your bed once more. He shown it on your bare belly, and Coralee followed it wherever it went. It fascinated Michael, and you as well. She was following Michael around already, maybe she would be a daddy’s girl after all.

Ashton and Luke written by Danielle, Calum and Michael written by Phoeby

urlhoarderofficial  asked:

glazed donut, pumpkin pie, creme brûlée, tapioca pudding, and apple crisp!

glazed donut: would you rather visit a zoo or an aquarium?
hmmmm probably an aquarium! from my experience aquariums dont smell bad hhfjkdfhjd

pumpkin pie: what were your interests as a child?

phineas and ferb, invader zim, lots of stuff i still like today like zelda and harvest moon … and winnie the pooh has been very special to me since i wsa a teeny baby!!!

creme brûlée: describe your style
lazy emo gaymer

tapioca pudding: favorite animated characters?
HRRRGGH like all of them so ill keep this to like .d isney movies . stitch, robin hood, tod (fox & the hound), ummm jack skellington!!!

apple crisp: how do you relax?
its realy hard for me to relax raelly but ig just do nice calm things ? watching cooking videos or asmr on youtube , listening to soft music, etc!!!