just get a room!!!!

Their toddler comes into their room in the middle of the night because they had a nightmare (BTS)

Y/D/N: your daughter’s name

Y/S/N: your son’s name

Rap Monster: -he would be sleeping when he felt his son came in and tugged his shirt waking up Namjoon- “what’s wrong buddy? Another bad dream?”

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Jin: -he would just be getting home when your daughter came in the room crying lightly and he understood what was wrong- “Y/D/N baby. Come on, I’ll go lay down with you”

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

Suga: -he would instantly get up and rub his daughter’s back as she laid down between the two of you. He made sure that she fell asleep before he would even lay back down- *gif*

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

J-Hope: -he would put on a smile for his son as he got up hoping he can make him feel batter as they walked back to his room- “how about a story to help you fall back asleep”

Originally posted by loveshob

Jimin: -the loud crying would wake you up as your daughter came into the room. He would look at you and get up- “I got her. Get back to sleep please”

Originally posted by 9taefox

V: -he would get up when your son had entered the room and was telling Taehyung he had a nightmare before he started crying Taehyung would get him back to his room- “come on buddy lets get out of here so mama doesn’t wake up okay?”

Originally posted by btsdaddy

Jungkook: -he would be constantly hit by your daughter but he wouldn’t wake up until you hit him. Your daughter would instantly want his comfort after her nightmare- “what? Y/D/N are you okay?”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Trollhunters: The Safest Place

Trigger warning: depiction of blood, violence, and ptsd

The room was too cramped, but AAARRRGGHH was used to small spaces. Trollmarket was never quite big enough for him. The ceilings were always high enough, but the walls were too close, too thick, the halls too thin and the market just a bit too crowded. He was big, though, very big, and he was used to…being able to reach everything, if he was optimistic about it. Blinky, who could never reach the high shelves, certainly appreciated having a big friend.

Toby’s room was just a bit…smaller than usual. Getting in and out was a pain, and even turning around without knocking anything over took a lot of care. AAARRRGGHH was sure that the gnome already hated him, due to how many times he’d knocked over the dollhouse.

And he didn’t like staying above ground. The threat of daylight was always in the back of his mind, even at night, and the air smelled different. The sounds were more open; stone and crystal tended to both soften and echo noise, so that no matter where in Trollmarket you went there was always a quiet, comforting hum. Not to even mention the bone-deep beat of the Heartstone. Here, so far away, he couldn’t feel it, and it left him feeling empty and alone.

The blinking pink-blue light from Toby’s video game pulsed silently against the side of AAARRRGGHH’s face as he tried to get some sleep. Trolls kept wildly different time schedules than humans, and although Toby had fallen asleep almost as soon as he’d kicked off his shoes and flopped onto the bed, AAARRRGGHH had significantly more trouble. He was tired, yes, but sleeping during the nighttime was unusual for him.

He shifted until he was lying on his stomach, head resting on one arm and eyes blearing watching the pause screen of Go Go Sushi. The bouncing sushi, whatever that was, pictures made his eyes itch, but when he closed them he felt more annoyingly awake than ever.

On the bed, Toby shifted in his sleep.

Rustling sheets.

A waft of fabric soap and old socks.

A soft, unintelligible murmur.

AAARRRGGHH was glad one of them was getting some sleep.

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2.03 - The wheel in the sky keeps on turning…

I think we’ve already been pointing back to this episode A LOT during s12, what with the parallels between Gordon and the attitude of the BMoL to monsters of all sorts (and vampires in particular, since that was their first monster slated for genocide).

Humans become the true monster here again, but instead of just being monstrous toward other humans, this is the first episode that deals with a HUNTER specifically being worse than the things he hunts.

(since I’ve taken to referring to the music cues, I’m enjoying the Baby Restored Montage to Back in Black, but this really is the first time we’ve seen Dean really happy in a while. He loves his baby:

DEAN: Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?
SAM: You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean.
DEAN: Oh, don’t listen to him, baby. He doesn’t understand us.
SAM (laughs) You’re in a good mood.
DEAN: Why shouldn’t I be?
SAM: No reason.
DEAN: Got my car, got a case, things are looking up.
SAM: Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you’re Mister Sunshine.
DEAN (laughs) How far to Red Lodge?
SAM: Uh, about another three hundred miles.
DEAN: Good. (he floors it)

That’s all it takes to make Dean happy. Which is relevant to several moments in 12.11, 12.14, 12.15…

Gordon’s stalking Sam and Dean, but they eventually get the drop on him first… which happens for a lot of the rest of the episode.

Gordon is one of those hunters who revels in the job. Dean does, to an extent. He does enjoy it, but he doesn’t LIVE for it, he doesn’t have this indiscriminate need to kill out of this hollow sort of vengeance like Gordon does here:

DEAN: Yeah. Yeah, you know. He was just one of those guys. Took some terrible beatings, just kept coming. So you’re always thinking to yourself, he’s indestructible. He’ll always be around, nothing can kill my dad. Then just like that (snaps) he’s gone. I can’t talk about this to Sammy. You know, I gotta keep my game face on. (clears throat) But, uh, the truth is I’m not handling it very well. Feel like I have this -
GORDON: Hole inside you? And it just gets bigger and bigger and darker and darker? Good. You can use it. Keeps you hungry. Trust me. There’s plenty out there needs killing, and this’ll help you do it. Dean, it’s not a crime to need your job.

No, it’s not a crime to need your job, it’s a crime to take it to that extent where it’s ALL you need. Because what Gordon hungered for there was nothing more than the next kill.

GORDON: It’s all black and white. There’s no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of gray. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us.

Lenore the vampire takes Sam and gives him the truth, about the choices they made to not feed on humans. She told Sam that she and her vampires have a right to live, because they’re not hurting anybody, and to prove it she lets him go (even after Dean and Gordon killed their friend and then celebrated his death).

Dean doesn’t want to believe at first. I think I’ve quoted this exchange in meta on a recent episode (probably 12.14..)

DEAN: What part of ‘vampires’ don’t you understand, Sam? If it’s supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That’s our job.
SAM: No, Dean, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren’t killing people, they’re not evil!
DEAN: Of course they’re killing people, that’s what they do. They’re all the same, Sam. They’re not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them.
SAM: No, Dean, I don’t think so, all right? Not this time.

And then when Gordon runs out to kill the vampires by himself (because hey, he lives to make that kill), he steals the keys to the Impala and poor Dean has to hotwire his own car…

Dean’s already beginning to change his mind about Gordon just from this, but the way he was torturing Lenore when Sam and Dean found him pretty much seals the deal for Dean. Gordon didn’t just want to make the kill, he wanted to drag it out, make the vampire suffer. And he was so cavalier about it.

DEAN: That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one…
GORDON: (laughing) Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn’t kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself.
DEAN: You did what?
GORDON: It wasn’t my sister anymore, it wasn’t human. I didn’t blink. And neither would you.
SAM: So you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren’t killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn’t care.
GORDON: Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we’re supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn’t change what they are.

This was a huge moment for Dean. The world isn’t just black and white. He’s not just a killer. He’s not Gordon, and now in s12, he’s not Ketch. Sam scene, different year.

GORDON: What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean, we’re on the same side here.
DEAN: I don’t think so, you sadistic bastard.

And that’s the difference between them.

DEAN: Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy, our whole lives.
SAM: Okay.
DEAN: What if we killed things that didn’t deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us…
SAM: Dean, after what happened to Mom, Dad did the best he could.
DEAN: I know he did. But the man wasn’t perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things; and man, I hate 'em. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill I didn’t even think about it; hell, I even enjoyed it.
SAM: You didn’t kill Lenore.
DEAN: No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill 'em all.
SAM: Yeah, Dean, but you didn’t. And that’s what matters.

So Dean finally acknowledges that he was raised and trained to have that instinct to kill monsters on sight (shoot first, ask questions later), but this is a huge turning point for Dean. Not only that, but with the ongoing Special Children storyline with Sam in s2, Dean’s instincts are even further tested while he gets some new lessons in tolerance of the supernatural. He really doesn’t want to have to kill Sam…

But this is a turning point for Dean, where hunting becomes about something more than killing the monster, but about killing the right monster, the one that deserves killing.

By the end of s8, he’s even giving Cas the exact opposite advice of shoot first, ask questions later:

Dean: Whoa - talk first, stab later.

After Benny, after Kate the Werewolf, after Garth… well… he’s really not that killer anymore. And he hasn’t been for a long, long time.

I see your “Julia survived instead of Magnus” AUs and I raise you a Chalupa and a Hekuba as her adventuring buddies …Trois Rowdy Gurls, anyone?



Mercer’s Magnificent Mane™ appreciation post

Requested by ~Anon~

Hold on. A thought occurs.

Ok, so people have already made the assumption that Navy is off to go get the other rubies and go back to Homeworld, but that MIGHT not be the case.

As Navy demonstrated, rubies are simpleminded, but not completely simpleminded.

She knew that she could use her cuteness to fool the gems. So it’s very likely that she also knows that Yellow Diamond will be very displeased if they show up without Jasper.

Remember when Doc said “You remember what happened last time”?

So the rubies likely know that fucking up again will either lead to punishment, or worse.

So yeah, I imagine that the rubies will probably be coming back for round 3 soon.


August 31

Happy Birthday, Abarai Renji!! 

Have some Papa and Baby pineapples ;w; And yes that is a happy uncle-byakuya-fly in the corner

Anon said: Could you draw something of Aka x Ken? They are so cute!

Sure~! They’re between my fave hq ships after all (*・∀-)☆

The Little Brit | Jughead Jones x Reader


A\N: This writing is not mine, it’s by beautiful lil’ nugget B who kindly offered me help with this account x 

Part 2

Originally posted by c-sand

    I finish unpacking the last box before I’m officially moved in to my new home in Riverdale. I glance around my room, grab the last empty boxes and bounce down the stairs greeting my parents as they unpack kitchen boxes. 

“This is the last of them,” I breath out placing the empty boxes on the kitchen bench. My stomach grumbles, I haven’t eaten much since the flight if you count an apple and a few crackers as food. 

“Honey why don’t you go get some dinner from the diner we drove past? I heard they do excellent burgers!”

 I shrug my shoulders.

 “Sure, I’ll just get my coat.”

    I return to my room and pull on my jacket before grabbing some cash and head toward the diner we saw earlier. A bright red neon sign comes into vision as I edge closer “Pop's”. I wearily enter and see how packed the place is. I patiently wait in line till it’s my time to order. After ordering and giving the nice older man the money, he glances back to the kitchen hand scrambling to get orders out.

“Sorry miss it may be a longer wait,“ I shake my head.

“Oh, no, that’s fine, I’ll just sit and wait,” he smiles greatfully as I scan the diner spotting a nearly empty booth with two girls sitting opposite each other with two milkshakes. I take a deep breath and walk towards the table. Laughter is filling the air. I stop at the head of the table. Their conversation goes quiet.

“Oh, hey, can we help you?” The blonde spoke first smiling up at me.

“Hello, my names (Y/N), I was just wondering if I could sit? I just ordered and they said it’d be awhile and, well, you look the most friendly,“ I go red glancing down at my hands. 

“Of course you can, I’m Betty and this is Veronica,” She greets me glancing at the raven haired girl.

“You must be new around here” she speaks and I sit down.

“Guilty, am I that obvious?” I smile and she shakes her head. 

“Your accent is more of a giveaway,” I nod and mentally face palm.

“Oh, of course, I didn’t think about that. My family and I just moved here from London.” They nod.

“Wow, that’s so cool-” Veronica was cut short as the bell rang indicating there was more customers. The both glance back to see whoever was entering. I glance at my phone messaging my father to tell him I’d be longer than anticipated. 

“Woah, who’s the new girl?” I look up and see two boys standing at the top of our booth, a brown headed boy & the other with red hair, both being extremely easy on the eyes.

“(Y/N),” I barely whisper clearing my throats before trying again. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” They both smile slipping into the booth.

“Archie Andrews,” the red head speaks first, sliding in next to me flashing his bright white smile. I glance to the other boy as he climbs in next to Veronica. He laughs to himself.

“Uh, yeah, I’m Jughead Jones The Third.“ I giggle.

“Jughead Jones?” I question. His gaze snaps to mine, a smile etching onto his face.

“Just when I thought my name would never sound nice, you lil brit make me change my mind.“ I blush and glance at him through my lashes 

“Take that as a compliment?” I say unsure.

“With an accent like that I could listen to you talk all day,” we stare for awhile until we’re interrupted by our friends’ laughter. 

“Woah, Juggie’s got a crush on the new girl,“ Veronica squeaks squeezing his hand and bumping up against him. He rolls his eyes and adjusts his beanie picking at the plate of fries in front of him trying to avoid the gaze of his giddy friends.

“I-” I was cut short when the man from the counter wonders over with my take away bag.

“Sorry for the wait- I see you’ve encounted the scary locals.” I laugh, nodding.

“Thank you,” I smile at him, taking the bag and standing from the booth. “I hope to see you again, enjoy,” and with that he turns and walks towards the counter again. 

“Well, I better get going, my parents are waiting for me to get back with tea,” I smile sheepishly as Jughead glances at me soaking up every word. They all seem disappointed, but I remind them that I’ll see them the next day at my first day of school. 

“Goodbye,” I smile waving as I turn around to head to the door.

“Goodbye love,” I hear jughead yell trying his best at an English accent. I giggle and blow him a kiss before pushing on the door open and walking towards home.

- 🌹


So I was in algebra and it was the end of class, so I asked my teacher how his weekend was. He said it was great and asked me how was mine, to which I responded with, “I binge-watched my favorite show. I watched like two seasons.”

“Which show?”

I got really nervous because I’m worried about people knowing I watch it and kept darting around it. Eventually I just thought ‘Screw it’ and just said-

“Ah it was a Lego show…”


AND MY HEART WANTED TO DIE HE KNEW HE WATCHES IT- I SAID YEAH AND HE SAID “NINJAGO’S AWESOME!!! I watch it with my kid all the time- He loves it!!!”



BEST DAY EVER- My algebra teacher’s like 5'4, possibly nearing his late 30s, bald, very loud, talks really fast, and honestly is a bit scary since he can roast literally anyone he talks to but knowing that he watches it with his son makes me really happy.