jay's dad

Jay: Hey Nya, wanna hang out?


Dad: wanna-


Me: dad no


Dad: hang out and-


Me: dad dad no plz


Dad: make LEGO babies?


Me: dad nooooooooooooooooo

Nothing will ever be funnier to me than the time when I was watching Teen Wolf with my dad, -who is one of those people where if a character isn’t explicitly stated to be NOT STRAIGHT doesn’t think it’s possible for them to be lgbt+ at all-, and out of nowhere he turned to me and was all “So Stiles is like, not straight, right? Like, he’s Bisexual?” and I was just in total shock but I eagerly asked him why he thought that and his next answer, with no hesitation was, “Well he’s clearly into Derek. They flirt literally every scene they have together.” And I just. Stiles and Derek’s growing relationship on the show, whether intentional or not, is so fucking obvious that even MY DAD picked up on it. And I couldn’t be happier about that. 

Golden Mornings (Logicality)

Hiya, there is not enough Logicality in the world and I needed to fix that by at least a little bit, so here is a small bundle of pure Logicality fluff and cuteness for you to enjoy! I hope you enjoy it, if you did liking or reblogging would make my freaking day :D 

@use-it-ironically

@lekawaiimelon (I don’t know if you ship Logicality oops sorry)

* * * *

Morality was warm and peaceful.
His limbs were heavy with rest and his mind foggy with sleep. The blankets were tucked loosely around his body and the baggy shirt Morality wore to bed was comfortably soft against his skin. Soft, golden sunlight filtered into the room, lightening the darkness behind his eyelids. Patton wasn’t thinking about much right now, he was simply enjoying feeling so warm and comfortable and safe. He basked in the glow of waking up after a good night’s sleep. Slowly he became more aware, the idea of morning floating to his awareness, and Morality automatically began the lazy process of properly waking up.


First he scrunched his eyes shut tighter, sighing contentedly then opening his mouth in a small yawn. Next he shifted around slightly, stretching his muscles and relaxing again. Patton then realised he could feel a heavy warmth from right beside him. He could feel an arm flung comfortably around his waist, felt pyjama clad legs intertwined with his. A slow smile broke out into his face and he opened his eyes, blinking blearily and reaching blindly for his glasses.


When Morality eventually found them and clumsily slid them into his face, movements still slow and heavy with tendrils of sleep, he blinked a few times and focused his attention on Logan.

The gentle beams of golden sunlight that cast the room into a soft glow illuminated his boyfriend’s face like a halo. Logic’s glasses were already on, and he was propping himself up on one elbow, the other arm still wrapped around Morality’s waist. It was a warm, familiar, comforting weight. Logan’s expression, however, was what caught Morality’s attention and made his heart bloom with a sudden rush of love, a wave so strong it made his head spin and his happy smile grow.


There were only a few words that could be used to describe Logic’s expression as he gazed down at Morality. The look was fond, tender, full of adoration and love. Logan’s warm brown eyes were soft, and he smiled when he saw Patton’s eyes flicker open. It was a small smile, but the boundless peaceful happiness it held was stunning. Logic’s expression was open and vulnerable, love gently carved into each and every feature, allowing Morality’s heart to flutter because that look was for him. He was the one Logan loved, he was the one these soft, loving looks were reserved for, he was the only one who got to experience them.


“Gosh, I love you so much.” Morality breathed, raising his arms out of the cocoon of blankets that encased he and Logic and wrapping them gently around Logan’s neck. He used that as leverage to stretch up and place a gentle, lingering kiss on his boyfriend’s lips.

“I love you too.” Logan whispered quietly, and darn, Morality’s cheeks were going to hurt from smiling soon. Logic had recently become much more comfortable with saying I love you and showing any type of affection. Morality was both proud and happy with that change.


Then Logan was leaning down and gently pressing their lips together again, and Patton sighed happily because this felt perfect. Their lips moved softly, gently against each other again and again, their kisses slow and sweet and unhurried. It felt like they had all the time in the world, that this golden morning was infinite. At one point Logic had lowered himself down onto the bed again, so now they were cuddling even more. Patton’s arms were still wrapped around Logan’s neck, fingers idly playing with Logic’s soft hair. Logic had one hand pressed gently against the back of Morality’s head as they gently fitted their mouths together, the other hand absently rubbing circles on Morality’s hip, where the baggy shirt was riding up slightly.


To Patton, it seemed like this morning couldn’t get any more perfect. He was warm and comfortable and peaceful; the blanket was still wrapped around he and Logan’s tangled legs, their arms wrapped around each other, their chests pressed close. The sunlight was a warm golden glow that made everything picturesque, and Logic was kissing him so, so gently, like he was afraid Morality would disappear. Like Morality was the best thing to ever happen to him, and Logan didn’t want to ever let him to.


That made Patton’s stomach fill with delighted butterflies, made his heart full with love and adoration for his boyfriend, made his spirits soar. This was the perfect way to start the day. He was so happy already, he just wanted to lay in this bed with Logic and stay like that forever.


Eventually, though, they split apart and simply enjoyed the other’s embrace. Logic now had his head buried in Morality’s shoulder, breath sending steady, warm puffs of air onto Patton’s neck. Patton had the side of his head resting atop Logan’s head, his eyes closed in bliss. Soon, there was a quiet mumble from Logic.

“Good morning.” He smiled against Patton’s shoulder. Morality laughed and somehow inched closer to his boyfriend, tightening the hug.

“Good morning indeed.”

  • Other Ninja meeting their parents after a long time: * starts hugging them and have a heartfelt moment *
  • Kai meeting his parents after a long time: * starts attacking his own father *

random child: I need a place to live because my family’s dead
batman: [being physically restrained by the batkids while oracle calls her dad]

On My Own (Harry Hook) Part Two

Originally posted by adisneylover92things


“You swore you’d never hurt me”

“You swore you’d never leave me On My Own

Part One, Part Two, Part Three


“Tell me this is some kind of sick joke,” You remarked, staring at the two boys in front of you. Jay and Carlos exchanged an uneasy look.

“You’re telling me you took Ben, King Ben of Auradon, to the Isle where most people want nothing more than to see him strung up by his thumbs!?” You exclaimed, suddenly ashamed to be an acquaintance of the two boys. “And you thought that he wouldn’t be kidnapped!?”

“I never said we thought it was a good idea,” Carlos mumbled, looking down at the sharp look given by you.

“And now you want me to come with you on some sort of rescue mission to get him back from Uma of all people?” You quizzed, hoping it all was just some sick joke.

“On the bright side, you can go see your dad!” Jay tried to throw in before making a grimace. “Never mind, that’s not a good thing…”

Carlos worried his lip before his face lit up. “You could rub in their faces how good you’re doing.”

“I’m in.”


Your hands were shaking by the time you reached Pirate’s Bay and laid your eyes on Uma’s ship. The crew still looked as raggedy as you remembered in their war paint. They looked like a kindergartener’s finger-painting project gone wrong.

“Hey guys! They’re here!” A pirate you could easily place as being Gil, the loveable son of Gaston, called out to the crew below him.

You could practically feel your blood pressure rising when Harry’s voice filled your head.

“Welcome!” He called, pushing a terrified Ben to the Plank. Oh how you wanted to knock that grin off his pretty little face. Without thinking your hand came to grasp at the handle of the sword tucked into your belt. Jay gave you a concerned look, as if asking if you were gonna be alright fighting against the pirate if worse came to worse.

You just gave a nod before turning to train your eyes on the blue-haired sea witch, tensing slightly from your spot beside Carlos when she mentioned the killer sharks. Dumb witch, you thought to yourself. Sharks only attacked when provoked or threatened. Auradon taught you that.

Carlos nudged you slightly, motioning with his eyes to the hook-wielding pirate that was slowly but surely making his ways towards Uma and Mal. You may not particularly like the daughter of Maleficent, but you knew how unpredictable Harry could be, so you hopped onto the wooden railing of the docks, crouching down beside Mal with a hand on your sword.

You could tell he was pretending to not notice you, anyone could see that. But you could also see that your presence was unnerving the young brunet from the way he quickly started to fly off the handle. You could only grit your teeth at Uma as she gripped his hook and pulled him away from the two of you. Though, of course the flirt couldn’t without winking and blowing a mocking kiss in your direction.

It seems time didn’t change him at all.

As he made his way back to Ben, you followed his moves, not stopping until you were directly across from the pirate. You didn’t trust him to not shove Ben off the plank for no reason. Frankly, you didn’t trust him to not hook the poor King. The thought alone put you on edge. And from the devilish grin worn by the pirate as he caught your eye, you knew that he knew exactly what was going through your mind.

You could see the grin drop when Mal moved to give Uma the wand, before being stopped by the king. You could practically smell the smoke coming from the use his rarely-operated brain. Either he was dumbfounded that his captain’s plan actually worked… or he knew something was off, he knew there was no way Mal would give up the wand that easily.

You really hoped it was the first option.

You were relieved when he dropped the look, replaced by a grin at Ben trying to bargain with Uma. Maybe he was dumber than he looked. You knew it was a lie, but the thought made you feel better about your breakup all those months ago. Because, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you’re a petty ex.

Panic began to set in once Uma demanded Mal prove the wand worked. You guys were screwed. But, like usual, Mal prevailed, using Dude-the-now-talking-dog to fake a spell.

“Give me the wand!” Uma demanded seconds later, holding her hand out. Was she always this demanding?

“Give me Ben!” Mal shot back. Uma gave her a grin before calling Harry over. Once again, you followed his movements to be by Mal’s side. You may not have been the strongest, but you knew Harry’s weak spots if Uma were to try and trick you.

You gave a slight laugh as you heard Gil inform Ben about how Gaston wishes he had finished off Ben’s dad when he had a chance. You knew it was true as it was the only thing Gaston ever spoke about. Well, that and Belle. And how incredibly thick his neck is…..You made sure to not come across him often.

Harry pushed Ben to the ground in front of Mal before drawing his sword, you made sure to do the same. You raised your gaze to meet his when he spoke.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Don’t ya trust me, lass?” He asked softly, a mocking pout forming on his face. But, it didn’t match the wickedness in his eyes.

“Cut him loose, Harry,” Uma instructed, eyes trained on Mal and the wand. Harry gave a huff, “I never get to have any fun.”

“Yeah, Harry, listen to your Master,” You remarked, smirking at the evil glare you received in return. Like you said before, you’re a petty ex.

Mal pulled Ben away from the two pirates as Uma rushed to the deck of her ship. Harry lingered, eyes not leaving yours before slowly following his Captain. You had to help Mal pull Ben away from the ship. He wasn’t the brightest King if he didn’t see through the plan. You suddenly worried if your life was in the right hands if he couldn’t tell it was a fake wand.

Uma quickly snapped the plastic wand in two upon realizing it was a fake. And then all hell broke loose. Smoke bombs and pirates alike were flying through the air as you suddenly regretted not practicing sword fighting since you left the Isle.

“Please don’t let me get my hand cut off. I don’t wanna look like Harry’s dad,” you whined before joining in on the fight.


Your eyes widened as you spotted Harry jumping into the water after his father’s hook. Though, you didn’t miss the opportunity to snatch his hat up from the dock. You placed it on your head with a smirk, “Mine now!”

Turning around and quickly ducking, you narrowly avoided getting your head cut off by an overly salty pirate. Pausing to giggle quickly at your own joke, you swiped the sword out of his hand, followed by a swift kick to the crotch that knocked him onto his knees. “Honestly, does she not train you guys at all? It’s almost sad,” You tsked, pushing him off the dock and into the water.

You cussed under your breath when you noticed Ben going against Harry, but then paused. Harry Hook, the son of a pirate, whom would try to behead anyone that dared look at his sisters wrong, was undoubtedly… getting his ass handed to him by a King that had never been in an actual sword fight in his life, literally with one hand behind his back. And it. Was. Hilarious.

“Y/N, come on!” Carlos called out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the tunnel after Evie threw a smoke bomb right in front of the pirates.

Pausing by the disoriented son of Hook, you placed his hat on top of his head before running to join the others. You spared the drenched pirate one last glance before disappearing into the tunnel.

Leaving him alone. Again.


“I know he’s on your mind, Y/N,” the voice of the daughter of Mulan filled your ears as you stared over the side of the boat to the Isle.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lonnie,” You replied quietly, even though you both knew it was a lie. You knew exactly who she was talking about.

“I’m sure Harry did miss you. He just couldn’t show it with that Uma girl there,” She soothed, rubbing your back gently. You shook your head, turning to lean your back against the rails. she had just been informed on the situation on the ride from Auradon to the Isle, when you had to explain it was the Captain of your ex boyfriend that had taken the king hostage.

“That’s the problem. Even when we were together he was always Uma this, Uma that, Uma- Uma!?”

You failed to hide your surprise (and rage) at seeing the sea witch as she made her way down the stairs to where King Ben stood. You and Lonnie shared a look before rushing over to Mal’s side. You were no expert on relationships- but even you knew that you definitely did not bring your girlfriend’s worst enemy on a date to a dance you’re supposed to be with your girlfriend at.

And the worst thing was, as she stood before you, dressed in a beautiful gown that matched the blue of her hair you could see exactly why Harry would want her instead of you.


“Harry, the cotillion’s on!” The blonde boy yelled to his friend, whom was busy brooding by the window of Ursula’s fish and Chips. Gil sighed, walking over to the brunet. “Staring at Auradon won’t make you any closer to her, you know. But you can see her on TV.”

The pirate stared at him silently before walking to the table in front of the television. He could feel tears well up in his eyes at the sight of you. He missed you a lot, and it took all of his willpower to not show it when you came to the ship. But, he was scared you would try to stay if you knew how pitiful he was without you. He loved you, and there was no doubt about that. But he couldn’t give you everything you deserved if you came back to the Isle. He wanted you to be happy, even if it meant being away from him.

He took a shaky breath, wiping his eyes.

“You look beautiful, lass.”


A few days after the Cotillion Disaster, you were called into the King’s office. From what the letter you received said (though you didn’t see why he just didn’t tell you in one of your many classes together) it was urgent business, not to be discussed with anyone else. You never thought a two minute conversation could have such an impact on your way of breathing.

“After seeing how harsh the conditions are on the Isle, I have decided to bring a few more kids to Auradon,” Ben stated, standing up from his seat behind his desk.

You raised an eyebrow, watching him carefully, “And what does that have to do with me?” You asked.

Ben cleared his throat, awkwardly coming to stand in front of you. This can’t be good.

“Y/N, there’s no easy way to say this after you risked your life to rescue me from the Isle so I’m just going to say it,” He began, arm sliding around your shoulders to give you a friendly, and suspicious, squeeze.

“Harry Hook is coming to Auradon.”





A/N: So, what do you guys think? Is it good enough to have a part three?

Nice Try

Originally posted by perryskeet

Jay x Reader

Nice Try

Prompt: Can you plz do a Jay (descendants x reader) where he tries to steal something from her after talking with her, but after walking away, he realized that she stole it back, plus she took his wallet, with cuteness AND FLUFF!!!! [PLEASE TAG ME CUZ I WANNA READ IT WHEN IT COMES OUT!!]

Note: I’m literally in love with Booboo Stewart rn, so expect lots more Jay fic haha. Also, I really like the pairing of Jay with Rapunzel/Eugene’s daughter, so…

Word Count: 585

He was staring at her. Again. His dark eyes were fixed intently on her long golden hair. It was pulled into a long braid down her back. Her attention was focused on her current painting: the front of the castle.

“Earth to Jay?”

Carlos’ attempt to catch his friend’s attention was unsuccessful.

“Dude!”

“What?” Jay replied, his eyes not leaving her focused form as her brush carved careful paths across the canvass in front of her.

“Just go ask her out, why don’t you?”

“Me? Ask her out? Are you kidding? She’s a princess! And I’m a-”

“Villain. So what?” Mal rolled her eyes. “I think people are over the whole ‘labels’ thing here anyway.”

“Yeah,” Evie smiled, thinking of Doug. “At least talk to her. You never know what might happen.”

“I don’t know…”

“Just go over there.” Carlos gave Jay a shove. He stumbled over towards her.  

***

“Hello, Foxy…” an unfamiliar voice made itself known. Before you knew it, you were sharing your bench with a stranger. Well, he certainly wasn’t unattractive…broad shoulders gave way to defined biceps and shiny locks of raven hair flowed from the beanie that sat atop his head. “Name’s…Jay.”

“(Y/N) Fitzherbert.”

“Oh, I know who you are.” He winked. You couldn’t help the blush that crept across your cheeks. “It’s nice to meet you officially.” He let his eyes wander across your unfinished painting. “Wow, you’re really good.”

“My mom taught me.” You brushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. I forgot she painted.” Jay nodded, pretending to remember while his fingers wandered elsewhere. His movements were quick, trained, and in seconds, he had one of your paintbrushes in his pocket and a proud smirk on his face.

“So…you’re Jafar’s son, right?”

“Yeah,” he answered. He looked a little hesitant. “Is that a problem?”

“Oh, not at all.” You told him. Your smile was reassuring. “My dad doesn’t exactly have the cleanest track record, you know…”

“Your dad is my hero,” Jay smirked. He couldn’t stop the words that followed. “But he’s nothing compared to you.”

“Well, you might be Jafar’s son, but I think you’ve got more charm than Aladdin.”

“Well, I don’t know about that…”

“I’ve gotta finish up my painting, but do you maybe wanna meet up for dinner?” You asked.

“I’ll pick you up at six.”

“See you then.” You smiled as he walked off. As soon as he was out of sight, you pulled your paintbrush from the hiding spot behind your ear. His wallet had found a temporary spot in your purse. He would get it back…on your date tonight. Then maybe he would learn he couldn’t steal from a thief’s daughter. Eugene had taught you at a young age to be quick on your feet, and more importantly, to be quick with your hands.

***

Once Jay was a good distance away, he reached into his pocket to grab the paintbrush he had ‘borrowed’ and was quite surprised to find it was missing. Along with his wallet…

In its place was a note.

“Jay,

Nice try. My dad taught me a few things too. Don’t worry, your wallet will be returned, but I hope you learned your lesson.

See you at six. Don’t be late!

-(Y/N) Fitzherbert”

Mal took a peek over his shoulder and smirked.

“She played you like a fiddle.”

“No, she didn’t-”

“I like her already.”

Jay smiled and gazed off to where you were packing up your paints.

“So do I…”

@hydroartitst444

anonymous asked:

there is 0 reason f couldn't have gone to the uk, like briana is away at a festival this weekend and you'd think there wouldn't be a better opportunity for freddie to go to the uk with his "father" to visit his "family" he hasn't seen since 2016, but no god knows where this child is right now??? and it seems that louis still has a shitty custody arrangement despite the fact he is a millionaire so please @ antis and people who still think this is real: explain.

Hm :)

  • Y'all about Jason in the DCEU: We want Red Hood, we want him to punch Batman in the face and show him he's a righteous ass
  • My emo self: I want 'A death in the family' arch, I want tiny baby Jason stealing the Batmobile's tires and calling Bruce Big Boob, I want bonding and Dad-Son interactions, I want the iconic scene where Bats carries his dead body and I want Bruce to lose his shit and explain how he is that way in BvS.
  • Me: And mentions of him in Justice League