just look at these two idiots

Marry me. I don’t expect you to believe that I’m sorry or that I love you just because I say it. I need to show you. Marry me. I figured out that I’m an idiot. I’m intellectually challenged, maybe even blind. I couldn’t see that everything that I was looking for was right here, in you. I have a lifetime of work to do to make things right. But, I can’t imagine doing it without you. Being human means I get to grow old with my best friend, means I get to help my wife raise her two beautiful children and their children after that, means I get to fight to be the man that you deserve until the day that I die. I love you. Will you marry me?
—  Stefan Salvatore proposing to Caroline Forbes for the second time (8x14)

A concept:

- Dan’s face, extremely close to the camera during PINOF, his eye almost squished up against the lense. “JUST FUCKIN PROPOSE ALREADY,” he yells in a funny voice before sitting back onto the bed. He grins wide. “Alright.”

- Phil looks absolutely horrified, and he gasps as Dan jumps off the bed and kneels off camera. He puts his hands over his face quickly and Dan laughs loudly.

- There’s a jumpcut, because we aren’t allowed to see what happens next. The next thing we see is the two of them on the bed again. The rest of PINOF goes on as normal, except they’re smiling like idiots, eyes rimmed red, a ring around Phil’s finger.

The signs as random things my chemistry teacher said
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Aries:</b> "Stop asking me dumb questions! *sighs* Please just Google that shit, okay?"<p/><b>Taurus:</b> "This cup of mango juice is better than your grades."<p/><b>Gemini:</b> "Shall I compare thee to a halogen? Cause you're very unstable, Karen."<p/><b>Cancer:</b> *steps inside the classroom with a MCR t-shirt* "WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY.."<p/><b>Leo:</b> "Your chance of passing this year is as high as my chance to get laid tonight."<p/><b>Virgo:</b> "It got my degree and now I'm stuck with you idiots! Haha no I'm just kidding." *coughs* "not."<p/><b>Libra:</b> *Walks over to a smooching couple* Seems like you two got chemistry.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> "You could compare the octet rule to humanity. We all need someone to be with us and keep us stable." *looks trough the window* "Why did you leave me Amanda?"<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> "I'm gonna dress up as the guy from Despicable Me for Halloween this year. I expect you all to dress as minions. If not, everyone in this class will be facing consequences."<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> *with a thick fake accent* "Bloody hell mate! That is one magnificent jumper you're wearing."<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> "Call me Gouda because boy I've been cheesy as fuck lately."<p/><b>Pisces:</b> "WATCH OUT THAT'S EXPLOSIVE!" *student runs away scared* "Just kidding bro. "<p/></p><p/></p>

bts married life : jungkook (2/7)

autumn leaves drifting onto gravel roads. the scent of mahogany tables in furniture stores. fireworks crackling and sparkling in the evening sky. late night bus rides. music escaping from earphones. crickets in the silence of sunsets. being lifted off the ground and spun around.

what is it like being married to jeon jungkook?

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T-Minus 15 sleeps until BMAM-Mass!  In the spirit of @thepurrbutton ‘s wonderful series reminding us just how nuanced, complex and wonderful Bernie Wolfe is, I was thinking again about this piece of dialogue from Back in the Ring

“Well how about this, Serena Campbell, Occam’s Razor. For every accepted explanation of a phenomenon there are an incomprehensible number of possible and more complex alternatives.”

It seems to me, the perhaps Bernie could apply this to her relationship with Serena when she returns home. Her whole life has been dominated by difficulty with emotional choices.  But now, if she’s brave enough….

Serena Campbell. An incomprehensible, more complex alternative.

Extra Serena Campbell Bonus as illustrated with shitty, poor resolution screenshots.  This is Serena’s face in the exact moments when Bernie begins to say her name. Bernie and Serena are verbally sparring as they walk down the hall and Serena’s face is fairly neutral but the moment Bernie says her name, Serena’s face lights up in a smile that could power Holby. Tell me this ins’t the look of someone in love.

He goes through three random duffel bags before he finds what he’s looking for. Just as he’s about to make his move, Katsudon decides it’s the perfect moment to take a break from practicing the fastest step sequence anyone’s probably ever attempted and come off the ice to hang out for a bit before I meet Victor for lunch, it’s been a while since it was just us. And of course he immediately zeroes in on the lighter in Yuri’s hand, because there is a helicopter parent trapped inside Katsudon’s chubby ass that finds every opportunity to come out and make Yuri’s life a waking nightmare. 

“Yurio,” Katsudon gasps, positively breathless with disappointment. He looks like he’s two seconds away from crying, turning himself over to the police for gross negligence, or both. “Have you started smoking?”

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Bruce is one of those dads who can multitask so good that it annoys you.
In the middle of putting a sock bun in Stephanie’s hair, Tim’s trying to sneak in through the freaking window, trying to pretend he was there the whole time but, no, dad Bruce doesn’t even look up, just calmly asks where he was, then tells him he’s grounded when he doesn’t get a straight answer.
While giving Barbara a French Braid, Dick decided to be an idiot and almost break a vase, he throws two knifes right below it, they catch it and almost pierce Dick while they do.
He gives Cass a Waterfall Braid while he orders that dress she wanted online, smirking all the while.
He talks to Duke about how galas go overall while he tries his best to makes Harper’s hair wavy.
The entirety of combing Damian’s hair, Tim’s trying to convince him why he shouldn’t be grounded, Tim stops almost every 3 minutes to ask him if he’s listening, he is, he just doesn’t care.
He puts the turkey in the oven for Alfred (he doesn’t get to set the timer or season it, just put it in) and the household is way too quiet. He goes outside, catches Damian before he falls into a puddle, grabs Jason’s ear and yells for everyone to come in.
He redoes everyone’s hair, two at a time while listening to excuses.
He struggles to get Jason into his suit. Jason really doesn’t want to come. It’s a miracle he could convince him into the suit, let alone into the car.
He drives while simultaneously convincing Damian to take a quick nap, yelling at Jason to chill, reciting his lines, telling Tim to cheer up and “DICK DO NOT OPEN THE ROOF OR I WILL PUSH YOU OUT. STEPHANIE IF YOU HELP HIM YOU CAN WALK TOO.”
During the gala he makes sure there’s no underage drinking, which is hard because he keeps forgetting Jason is only 20, Tim is upset, Stephanie is REALLY curious, and Damian thinks he’s 30. Someone nearly tricked Cass into drinking, tried to DRUG her, so, sadly, there was violence, committed by the same mom who told them the entire car ride not to punch anyone, no matter how much they wanted to.
Bruce has to slyly cut his speech in half because no one except him noticed Dick falling off the balcony.
When he gets home he puts Tim’s hair into a man-bun and watches his masterpieces go unraveled. “I won’t kill you if you drop that tie on the floor, but Alfred will.”
He finishes a couple of things for work and answers the random questions his kids keep coming in to ask for some reason.
The rest of the night he watches movies with his children, and, for once, he doesn’t need to multitask. Until a fight breaks out, Barbara sees a rat, and Damian cries over the dying dog.

I… don’t have a title for this but uh??? Here is some Hau/Gladion enjoy?

Gladion watched as everyone made fools of themselves in the dim lighting of the festival. He had agreed to come because he wanted to support Moon who had wormed herself into his heart. Just thinking of it had him wanting to roll his eyes and shiver. She acted like they were… friends or something. He had no friends.

He sighed, leaning back on the tree behind him as he smiled slightly. He didn’t have friends… but if he did those two… Especially the Malasada idiot…

He felt his face heat up slightly. NO. They were definitely NOT friends at all.

But just imagining him as he supported and protected him from time to time in their adventures had Gladion thinking differently.

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Okay I finally found something to write about

Let’s talk about Yuri and Victor after the dinner they had.

* While walking back to their hotel Yuri just covers his face with his hands and Victor’s expression is literally ’???’ till Yuri speaks up saying “I still can’t believe I did all of that at the banquet. I must have looked like an idiot.”

* He is chuckling about it and being a good sport but when Yuri looks back at Victor, the mood immediately gets a tad serious. The air is still loving, but it’s an important topic judging by the look Victor’s giving.

* The two of them get back to the hotel room and once the two of them are ready to get into bed Victor takes Yuri’s hands in his and smiles “I want to talk to you a little more about the banquet. It’s about how you stole my heart that night.”

* Yuri’s face lights up with emotion when Victor starts describing that Yuri may have thought he looked dumb, but to Victor he was stunning. You know. As stunning as a drunk pole dancing ice skater can be.

* At first it was silly. This skater he mistook for a fan the day prior was break dancing against Yurio with his shirt half open and his pants almost falling down, but he was graceful. Every move was perfectly executed despite how hammered he was.

* This drunken skater looked so ALIVE. He looked like he was having FUN. Victor never allowed himself too much time to have fun. To truly live. But tonight he was going to throw his cares away. To take a chance. To dance with this skater.

* And God was it worth it.

* “You challenged me to a dance off and said for me to be your coach if you won. And while we danced I knew I would lose. And I was so happy.”

* “Yuri you literally swept me off my feet that night. Your smile. Your energy. The life and emotion that shined in your eyes. All of you swallowed me whole and I knew I was in love.”

* Yuri is almost in tears when Victor’s story about how they met came to an end. Here Yuri thought he was acting like a goddamn babboon (he still thinks he was out of his head at that banquet) but somehow he seduced who is now his soon to be husband.

* “You’re a hopeless romantic.” Yuri chuckles through his tears. “ Following me up on my promise like that.. I am so glad you did.”

* “I’m glad I did too.” Victor smiles back, almost in tears himself.

* They tuck themselves into bed that night with smiles on their faces and their arms wrapped around one another.

* “I love you, Yuri.”

* “I love you too, Victor.”


When he opened his eyes, he saw that Ronan was looking at him, as he had been looking at him for months. Adam looked back,
                             as he had been looking back for months.

RFA HEADCANONS: You Yell At Them In Swedish

@yjendrenal (Okay, I ended up having to delete your request, because it wouldn’t let me answer it? Like, it would just delete everything i wrote, and only showed one sentence. Soo, here is your request:
(You’re literally so sweet ;-; thank you so much! That really means a lot to me <3 Alrighty, I’ll see what I can do. Thank you for your request!)
(Basically, this is where you yell “You fucking idiot, what the hell?!” In Swedish 😁) ~~~

• The two of you decided to take a walk, hand in hand, down to the game shop. After a few minutes, he pulled his hand away, looking down to check his phone for a second.
• Well, he had accidentally walked in the road with out looking.
• A car started to zoom towards him, causing your feet to just move towards him without a second thought.
• “Din jävla idiot vad fan?!” You yelled, pushing Yoosung out of the way of the car.
• For a moment, he only stood there in shock, processing what all happened in his mind.
• Embarrassed, he decided not to dwell on the topic of him walking out in the middle of traffic, so, he muttered a quick sorry, before he began chuckling.
• “What did you even say?”
• You explained to him that in a rushed panic, you had yelled out “You fucking idiot, what the hell?” In Swedish.
• He was taken back by your harsh words, but soon pulled you into a tight hug.
• “Thank you for saving me, anyways.”

• Due to his wide range of work hours, he had completely forgotten about a date you two had tonight.
• So, when you came in, soaking wet from the rain outside, he was a little shocked.
• “(Y/N)? Crap! I’m so sorry! I swear, I’ll-”
• “Din jävla idiot vad fan?!”
• “Excuse me?”
• Considering he knew a good amount of languages, he knew exactly what you just said to him. He couldn’t help the smile that creeped up on his features, before he began to feign hurt.
• “I can’t believe you would say that to me, (Y/N). I’m pained. Ouch.”
•He kept his straight face on for a few moments, just staring into your narrowed eyes, before he began bursting out into a fit of laughter.
• He apologized in between his laughs, and promised to make it up to you somehow.

• Normally, Zen was pretty okay with getting hate messages. They never really got to him. But, he had received a ton of hate on his hair, with people telling him he should cut it.
• You loved his hair. I mean, sure, you’ve had little daydreams on what it would be like to just..snip it off..but, what could you say. It was fun to play with~
• So, when you found Zen in the bathroom, shakily holding a pair of scissors to his hair..you froze.
• “Din jävla idiot vad fan?!”
• He instantly dropped the scissors, startled, he moved his head to look over at you.
• “(Y/N)…?”
• Needless to say, he’s confused. He had absolutely no idea what you had just said to him.
• Your cheats heated up in slight embarrassment, before you stood up straight.
• You marched over to where he was, and took the scissors away.
• “No hair cutting!” You scolded.
• Later that night, he couldn’t help but ask seven what you had meant when you started yelling that sentence in Swedish.
• well, when seven explained..he wasn’t exactly happy with the answer..
• “…(Y/N)!!”

• You expected to find her in your arms when you woke up, as you normally did..but she wasn’t there
• She had overworked herself again. She didn’t even sleep that night.
• You quickly walked up behind her, slamming a hand on her desk.
• “Din jävla idiot vad fan?!” You growled, narrowing your eyes at her.
• Now, she knew a couple of languages..but Swedish wasn’t one of them..
• She gave you an innocent smile, looking up at you.
• “Good morning, my dear~ haha, sorry..I just..had a lot of cat businesses to take care of. Anyways..what is it you said just now?”
• You didn’t really answer her question, before you started calling up Jumin.
• You stormed out of the room the minute he picked up, and fought with him a good portion of the day.
• Thankfully, Jaehee didn’t push, nor remembered what you had yelled at her.

• You thought he got over him being so possessive, acting as if he was your parent, rather than your boyfriend.
•He was beginning to treat you as if you were a child, and you had enough.
• “Din jävla idiot vad fan?!” You yell, as he once again, gives you a ridiculous limit. He didn’t really know what you said, but he heard, and was taken back at the sound of you saying ‘idiot’
• “what was that?” Jumin asks.
• “You heard me! What the hell, Jumin. Get a grip, you can’t keep controlling me like this! If you can’t see me as an equal..then maybe you can’t see me as your girlfriend, either.”
• His eyes go wide in terror as he wraps you into a hug.
• He promises he’ll stop trying to control you, and that he’ll let you have your freedom.
• “thank you, Jumin..”

• “I don’t want the eye surgery, (Y/N).”
• This one little sentence pained you in so many ways. You loved V, but it was really upsetting you that he didn’t even seem to care about him self.
• “Din jävla idiot vad fan?!” You yelled, lightly pushing him back.
• his eyes widened, as he processed what you said.
• he knew a couple of languages, considering he enjoyed traveling for his photography, and Scottish happened to be one of them.
• “Pretty mouth, pretty words” he tried joking, biting his lip nervously.
• He tried to come over and give you a hug, but you only shoved him away.
• “(Y/N)..don’t be like this..”
• “I should say the same to you, V. Can’t you see that I care about you?! That I just want you to be happy, and healthy?”
• After a few moments of silence, V places his large hand on your shoulder.
• “I’ll go tell Jumin to contact the eye doctor.”

• His trust issues always seemed to prevent him from getting too close to you. He didn’t want you to leave him, because he loved you. However, he didn’t want to get more hurt than he needed to, if you ever did leave him.
• “Saerannn.”
• “Woman, what the hell do you want?” Saeran snapped.
• “I wanna talk to you?”
• “Well.”
• “Well? Is that it? Great talk.”
• “mhm.”
• “Din jävla idiot vad fan?!”
• “..what.”
• He was very confused, considering it was just a normal conversation.
• “Ah..sorry, it just kind of slipped out…”
• He tilted his head at you, before he stood up, making his way over to where you were sitting.
• He placed a finger under your chin, pulling your face up to look him in the eye.
• “what the hell did you just say to me?” He whispered.
• You awkwardly told him, giving him a quick ‘sorry’ at the end.
• He continued to stare at you for a few moments, before the corner of his lip curled up slightly.
• “That’s my girl~”

On The Importance Of Cunnilingus

We were discussing how Finn probably didn’t go down on Raven or Clarke and well, then things spiraled.  Set at some point during season one.  For the salt cellar. 

Bellamy was working on repairing a section of the wall when he overheard two of the delinquents snickering.  He set down the makeshift hammer and listens, because teenage criminals laughing is now something that makes him a little anxious.  It’s not much, just idiot kids bragging about sex, but when he heard the first boy laughing about getting his dick sucked and walking away, Bellamy decided he needed to do something about it.

That night, he cornered the two he overheard a short distance from the fire.  “I hear you’re enjoying your freedom,” he said as intimidatingly as possible.  They exchanged worried looks, and Bellamy arched an eyebrow.  “But before anything else happens in my camp, I think we need to talk about how you’re treating Ursula.”  (He’d asked Miller for the latest gossip as surreptitiously as he could before starting this, and according to him, Isaac— the blond, skinny one— was mostly hooking up with Ursula.  The other one— who had encouraged him in laughing about hitting it and quitting it— had several sticks in the fire, but had been thus far unsuccessful.  Probably for good reason.)

Isaac looked relieved.  “She’s into it, I swear,” he said, and his friend (Martin, Miller said) nodded rapidly.

“It’s not about that.  It’s about being a good partner,” Bellamy said, and he heard a dry snort that could only belong to Miller from his side.  “You have something to add?” he asked his friend.

“Probably not, if it’s about sex with women.  But I’m still gonna listen,” he said, and sat down next to Martin and Isaac with an expression of faux-interest.

Bellamy rolled his eyes.  “Look, I get it,” he started, and Martin and Isaac exchange a look.  “We’re— we’re a lot freer here, and you might not have been able to…be with someone so easily on the Ark.”  He couldn’t condemn them for it— he’d certainly had his fun the first few days— but he’d realized something from being with Raven.  She’d initially tried to wave him off when he kissed her hipbone, and it was only after a quick conversation that she’d agreed.

And then, the second his tongue touched her clit and her fingers started tugging on his hair and he realized that Finn, in all likelihood, was one of those guys.  The guys who, for whatever reason, felt that their pleasure was most important.  A lot of times it was based on ignorance, or shyness, or even just a mistaken belief that for men, sex had to involve an orgasm and for women, it didn’t.

And Bellamy was not about to let that continue.  Not in his camp.  “But if you’re going to expect oral sex from someone, you have to be willing to give it in return,” he said, and Isaac’s eyes got wide.  “So first up, communication.”

“Wait, you’re going to give lessons?” Miller asked gleefully.

“We’re going to talk about communication,” he growled, but already Miller’s laughter was drawing over a few more curious ears.  Fine then— they’d all learn the importance of reciprocal oral sex and the female orgasm.  “Any time you’re entering into a sexual relationship, you have to be able to ask your partner what they want.  This goes for men or women, by the way.”

“I’d like some tips, actually, if that’s on the table, ” a guy named Sterling said as he took a seat next to Miller.

“That’s not what I’m doing.  Now, it’s important to ask what they’re comfortable with, but it is also equally important that you be an enthusiastic partner.  You can all have your own limits, but I personally think that if it’s something you want to be done to you, you should also be willing to do it for your partner.  There’s always exceptions, but—”

“– this is the worst sex lesson I’ve ever heard,” Clarke interrupted.  “And why the hell are you doing this?”

Bellamy glanced at her and took in her amused grin and the way the firelight played in her hair.  He wanted to say  I’m doing this because I know there’s no chance in hell Finn went down on you, but for one thing, that’s not something you say to your co-leader.  And for another thing, the thought of Clarke splayed out across his furs, his head between her thighs, suddenly made it hard to breathe, much less think.  “Because I think there needs to be a little more equality in the orgasms around here,” he said, and Clarke laughed.

“We’re talking cunnilingus, right?” she asked cheerfully, and at the shocked gasps from the now-crowd huddling around them she grinned.  “Okay, who knows where the clitoris is?” she asked, and  Miller had never looked more entertained.

Bellamy leaned his lips down to near her ear.  “I was planning on doing more like, general consent and enthusiasm,” he whispered.

“And that is both boring and not super helpful,” she said.  “Well, that’s not entirely true.  But Pike did drill us all pretty thoroughly on consent, right?” Clarke directed the last bit at the group, and Bellamy was met with a chorus of yes means yes and giggles.  “Right.  So, your partner has given you an enthusiastic yes.  Now, the clit.  Who can tell me where that is?”

What followed were some of the most painful minutes of Bellamy’s life, because it was Clarke and she was talking about cunnilingus and damn, not only did she know what she was talking about, she was hot and pretty and smart and funny and he would do anything to spend the rest of the night with his face buried between her legs.  But she was with Finn— or at least that mess wasn’t completely over— so he had to let that go.  

Clarke was now discussing when to add digital penetration while licking a clit, and he decided to jump back in.  “Not everyone likes that,” he countered, and Clarke raised an eyebrow.  “I’m just saying, your partner can tell you what they want.  And if you’re the person receiving, don’t be afraid to speak up.”

“So you’re saying you like them talkative?” she teased, and there was another chorus of giggles.

I’m saying I want to hear you beg for it, he wanted to say.  “I’m just emphasizing the importance of communication on both sides,” he said instead, and maybe it was a trick of the firelight, but he could have sworn that Clarke’s eyes darkened for a second, like she knew what he was thinking.

“Man, this is the weirdest foreplay I’ve ever witnessed,” Miller muttered under his breath, and Bellamy wanted to kick him in the shins.

Clarke clucked her tongue and turned back to the crowd, and Bellamy allowed himself a small smile.

Because whatever this was between them— it wasn’t over.  Not by a long shot.