Hey guys, sorry I only got to upload 2 imagines yesterday, I had to go buy a dress for something, then I spent the night at my cousin’s house. But, I’m writing now. When this imagine was requested, no specific topic was given. So, I picked one myself. Hope you guys like it!
You follow a woman into a small bedroom. You’ve just escaped WICKED and these people rescued you. You sit down on one of the beds and close your eyes.
We’re free, you think. At long last, we’re free.
You wake up to Minho shaking your shoulder. “Y/N get up!”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Just get up! Crazy people are trying to get in!”
Alarmed, you jump up and follow him out of the room. “What’s going on?”
“We woke up and there were these crazy people at the windows screaming like there’s no shucking tomorrow. Then we found this guy, he came from an all girl Maze.”
“An all girl Maze?”
He nods. “Come see.” He leads you into a room where you see a boy with dark hair and olive skin sitting with the rest of the Gladers.
Newt says “Y/N this is Aris.” The name sounds familiar to you, but you can’t tell where you know it from.
“Y/N?” Aris stands up and slowly approaches you. “Y/N it’s me. It-it’s Aris!”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are.”
“I remember you a little. Not much, but enough. You were my girlfriend.”
Everyone turns to look at you.
Minho says “why on Earth should she believe you?”
Aris walks up to you and grabs your hands. “Please Y/N, you have to remember me. Somehow, Someway. Anything.”
“I-I’m sorry but I don’t know who you are.”
“Can I just try something?”
Without warning, he presses his lips against yours. A fallen memory slowly comes back to you. You don’t remember much, just that you and Aris had been dating for just under a year before you were put into the Maze. He pulls away after two seconds and says “do you remember me now?”
You throw your arms around him in a very tight hug. You quietly whisper “Aris…”
* Short and sweet Luke and March drabble (is this drabble?). I have Connor and Penny stuff in the works and Molly stuff and smut and other preferences, but I couldn’t crank much more out (i’m very bad at being on holiday), so I just sat up and typed this. Hope you like it.
“Do you think Miles would think he is cute?” Hands folded under his chin, hovering above his nearly finished mug of coffee, Luke asked March while nodding over his beanie covered head to the barista refiling the stir sticks and packs of different sugar
Slowly, looking up from the screen of his cell phone, March turned with a bunched up face to spy the tall hipster clad in all black with the exception of his dirty green apron tied loosely above his butt. March frowned at the store employee before looking back at his Dad with a face that almost screamed, ‘You are so freaking weird. How does Mom put up with you?’
“No.” March shook his head and grumbled, his hands picking up his phone off the plate where his muffin sat half finished and went back to texting. “And Miles probably wouldn’t have told you he is bi if he knew you were going to go hunting for him.” March spoke through grit teeth, his lip ring brushing up against his top lip annoyingly.
Luke tried to take his son’s words into account, still letting his eyes linger over the barista as he rounded the counter and went back behind the till. He thought about how nice the kid had been, taking his order, and not reacting when March couldn’t decide between orange juice or something with a shot of caffeine in it.
“He’s into Lana anyway.” March sighed, putting down his phone and replacing it with his muffin, peeling back the rippled bottom to take a banana filled bite.
“And Taylor.” Luke pointed right to the tip of March’s Roman nose before picking up his mug to slurp a little more coffee from. He was so happy to have some insight into Miles’s life, something beyond his work out regime. “Have you met Taylor?”
“Dad, I don’t want to gossip with you.” Sounding more harsh than he meant to, March muttered clearly and challenge his father with his own set of sharp blue eyes. Luke swallowed his last sip quickly.
It had slipped his mind that March was thoughtless with the way in which he said things and his words in general.
“Your girlfriend likes to gossip with me.” Almost taunting, Luke said above the rim of his coffee mug.
“No, she doesn’t.” March laughed around the last bit of muffin bite in his mouth, checking down on his phone to see if Daphne had answered his last message yet. “She does it for penance because she feels like she is going to go to Hell for having sex in your basement.” March hissed, taunting his father right back.
Luke was left speechless, just staring at his youngest son and trying to figure out where exactly he went wrong. How could he have raised Miles and March simultaneously, but achieved such varied results?
“Do you want me to ban her from our house?” Very seriously, Luke switched into his usual stern father mode. He even used the voice that he reserved for scolding Penelope when he caught her before she could tip toe out of the house to try and go night surfing without him realizing.
“You would never.” March’s lips went straight as he huffed, pushing out his chest and leaning into the chair’s wooden back as he shook his head. “You ship us too hard.” He laughed and picked up his phone the second Daphne’s name lit it up.
Laughing, Luke could not argue with March on that note, “I kind of do.” He softly mumbled to himself, reaching across the table to rip off a piece of his son’s banana muffin for himself. Daphne, while quiet and without confidence in herself, was filling his son with joy and that was all Luke could ask for as a parent. While March was a rough copy and still needed much improvement, he had noticed that being with Daphne had helped March to grow some. He was rolling out of bed before noon on weekends, he was showing more effort in school as he liked to help her with her own homework, and in general, he had become a much better listener which Luke credited to the fact that you had to really strain to make out Daphne’s little voice. He had been scared of what could come of his son and Calum’s daughter getting together, but so far, Luke couldn’t have been happier with the way things were going. They were just under a year now, almost a week away from the day Luke caught Daphne trying to sneak into his house through his bathroom window. So far, there had only been minimal bloodshed over the whole ordeal, but a lot of tears and one destroyed hotel room. The pros certainly outweighed the cons.
can you imagine tho John’s heart pounding as he climbs the stairs to 221b, on his way to ask Sherlock to be his best man, palms sweaty because they haven’t seen each other in a while and he’s a bit scared that Sherlock will scoff and refuse and tell him his sentiment is absurd
and instead he gets a recommendation for a garroter to be best man not because Sherlock doesn’t believe in the sentiment of choosing a good man to stand by your side on your wedding day, as support and as a friend, but because Sherlock didn’t think John would think of him
Sherlock recommended a garroter, Lestrade, and even Stamford as best man because it really, truly, genuinely did not occur to Sherlock that John might think he was important
now imagine how John must have felt when he heard Sherlock’s voice under his own saying “I’m your best….friend?” that plummeting gut feeling of I don’t have friends, I’ve just got one reversed and inverted under the weight of two years away and a forgiveness that didn’t quite come with regular texts or visits and John’s left sitting there with a best friend who legitimately thinks he is secondary, lesser, to literally every single person in John’s life.
PAUL WALKER’S BROTHERS WILL STEP IN TO HELP FINISH FAST 7
Via the Fast & Furious Facebook page:
A Note to the Fans of FAST & FURIOUS The FAST & FURIOUS saga is about family. The characters are connected by the bond of family, and it is how all of us who have worked together for more than thirteen years feel about each other. It certainly defines how we feel about our fans. Our family experienced an unthinkable shock in November. We had to take time to grieve Paul, the brother we love and lost, and to figure out if we should move on with our film. We came together and all felt the only choice was to continue. We believe our fans want that, and we believe Paul would want that too. Paul had already shot his dramatic scenes and most of his action for FAST & FURIOUS 7, and it’s among the strongest work of his career. We have resumed shooting and now welcome Paul’s brothers, Caleb and Cody, into our FAST family. Caleb and Cody are helping us complete some remaining action for their brother and fill in small gaps left in production. Having them on set has made us all feel that Paul is with us too. We are just under a year away from the release of FAST & FURIOUS 7, and this film is the most important we’ve ever done together. It will allow the character of Brian O’Conner to live on and let us celebrate Paul in his most defining role. We wanted to take a moment to speak to our fans directly and thank you for the love and support you always show us as we resume our work.
This new image from Hubble’s Wide Field Planetary Camera 2 showcases NGC 1501, a complex planetary nebula located in the large but faint constellation of Camelopardalis (The Giraffe).
Discovered by William Herschel in 1787, NGC 1501 is a planetary nebula that is just under 5000 light-years away from us. Astronomers have modelled the three-dimensional structure of the nebula, finding it to be a cloud shaped as an irregular ellipsoid filled with bumpy and bubbly regions. It has a bright central star that can be seen easily in this image, shining brightly from within the nebula’s cloud. This bright pearl embedded within its glowing shell inspired the nebula’s popular nickname: the Oyster Nebula.
While NGC 1501’s central star blasted off its outer shell long ago, it still remains very hot and luminous, although it is quite tricky for observers to spot through modest telescopes. This star has actually been the subject of many studies by astronomers due to one very unusual feature: it seems to be pulsating, varying quite significantly in brightness over a typical timescale of just half an hour. While variable stars are not unusual, it is uncommon to find one at the heart of a planetary nebula.
Image credit: ESA/Hubble & NASA; Acknowledgement: Marc Canale
Wolves in Wyoming are once again being protected under the Endangered Species Act, just two years after those protections were taken away. A federal judge’s ruling last week found the state’s management plan for the animal “inadequate and un-enforceable.” In February, NPR’s Nate Rott took a comprehensive look at the wolf situation in the Western U.S.
“Happy New Year!” Feli shouted out with a laugh. “Almost!” It was just a little under a half hour away from the new year, and Feli was already drunk off her ass. Her and Ludwig had been drinking since the kids went to bed, and now she was just as happy as could be. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was already almost completely naked, only thing remaining on her were were panties.
“Luddy, Luddy it’s almost the first!” She giggled, climbing to the back of the couch.
Dear Mr. Torgue. Firstly, how are you? Secondly, my life is a bit of a mess. I'm a transgender woman (which gives me bonus badass points for pursuing my dreams in life) and living with my mother (emotionally abusive, not a badass.) The shining light in my life is my beautiful fiancee, who lives very far away from me. I have just under two years until I can be with her and it hurts sometimes, feeling loved and then leaving my room to go somewhere I am misgendered and hated. What do I do? -Amelia
FIRST OF ALL, YOU ARE A BADASS, AMELIA. HIGH-FIVE!
GONNA JUST LEAVE ME HANGING? THAT’S SOME SH*T BUT WHATEVER I AM OVER IT AND CONTINUING TO TYPE YOU AN ANSWER
SECOND OF ALL, YOU DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO. PLAY LOUD MUSIC. TALK ON THE ECHONET. BLOW UP ABANDONED WAREHOUSES. READ A BOOK IF YOU ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY, TRULY HAVE TO AND HAVE NO OTHER OPTIONS LEFT. WHATEVER IT TAKES. YOU ARE GOING THROUGH SOME SH*T RIGHT NOW AND HANDLING IT LIKE A G*DDAMN HERO, SO WHATEVER YOU NEED TO DO, YOU F*CKING DO.THERE ARE LOTS OF WAYS TO DEAL WITH STRESS AND IF ONE DOESN’T WORK, YOU TRY ANOTHER.
WHATEVER YOU DO, THOUGH, DO IT WITH FRIENDS THAT RESPECT THE SH*T OUT OF YOU. FRIENDS THAT WILL BE THERE FOR YOU. FRIENDS THAT WILL SWEAR YOU WERE NOWHERE NEAR THAT WAREHOUSE FULL OF BOOKS AND ALSO YOU THOUGHT IT WAS ABANDONED. THOSE ARE THE ONES THAT WILL HELP YOU THROUGH THIS AND HAVE YOUR BACK. AND THERE ARE PEOPLE WAITING TO BE YOUR FRIENDS. I MEAN, YOU ALREADY TOOK THE FALL FOR WHEN I BLEW UP THAT LIBRARY, AND THAT’S THE KIND OF LOYALTY PEOPLE RESPECT.
TO BE CLEAR, I CANNOT EVEN BEGAN TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE GOING THROUGH. BOTH BECAUSE I AM NOT TRANS AND BECAUSE I REALLY CAN’T UNDERSTAND MUCH THAT ISN’T EXPLAINED BY PICTURE BOOKS. I DID, HOWEVER, SEARCH THE ECHONET FOR SOME ADVICE. MAYBE THIS WILL HELP YOU???? MAYBE OTHER PEOPLE KNOW.
BUT LET’S GET ONE THING STRAIGHT: YOU ARE NOT HATED BY THE PEOPLE THAT MATTER MOST. YOUR MOM MAY BE AN ASSH*LE, BUT THERE ARE LOTS OF OTHER PEOPLE READY TO FIST BUMP, HIGH FIVE, AND TREAT YOU LIKE THE ROCKSTAR THAT YOU TOTALLY ARE. AND YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THAT.
SO KEEP THAT CHIN UP, LADY. AND IF YOU EVER WANT TO CHIT AND OR CHAT, MY ECHONET IS ALWAYS OPEN.
THAT WAS NOT A FIGURE OF SPEECH I CANNOT FIGURE OUT HOW TO CLOSE IT AND KEEP GETTING CLAPTRAP’S DANCE MIXES SPAMMING MY INBOX