life is going to be great in ten years

I’m one of those people that can’t let go. If I’ve had fun with you once, I will text you on your birthday for at least the next five years. If we were friends in elementary school and haven’t talked since, I guarantee I still know your mom’s name and your favorite food. My crushes never go away, they just fade. I still tell stories about great times with people I haven’t seen in years. If you turn down my offer to get drinks and catch up ten times, I promise I will still ask an 11th time. If we fight and you block me, I will find a way to check in on you anyway to make sure you’re okay. So if I give up on you, just know that you damn well deserved it.
One Direction Asks
  • What Makes You Beautiful: Name three things you love about yourself.
  • Gotta Be You: Talk about your crush!
  • One Thing: What's one thing your dream girl/boy HAS to have?
  • More Than This: What's the bravest thing you ever did?
  • Up All Night: Talk about the craziest night of your life.
  • I Wish: What's your biggest dream?
  • Tell Me A Lie: What was your most recent lie?
  • Taken: Talk about your last relationship.
  • I Want: Name three things you want in life
  • Everything About You: Who's your biggest celebrity crush?
  • Same Mistakes: What's your most common mistake?
  • Save You Tonight: Which three things would you save if there was a fire?
  • Stole My Heart: Have you ever fallen for someone you shouldn't have fallen for?
  • Stand Up: What's your favourite sport?
  • Moments: Talk about something good that recently happened to you.
  • Another World: Which fictional world would you want to live in if you could?
  • Na Na Na: What's one thing you can never say no to?
  • I Should Have Kissed You: Is there something you regret?
  • Live While We're Young: Talk about a childhood memory.
  • Kiss You: Tell the story of your first kiss.
  • Little Things: Name five things you find attractive in others.
  • C'Mon, C'Mon: What's your dream destination for a good vacation?
  • Last First Kiss: Do you want to get married? If so, talk about your dream wedding.
  • Heart Attack: Are you jealous?
  • Rock Me: List your ten favourite bands.
  • Change My Mind: Are you good at making final decisions or do you easily change your mind?
  • I Would: Name three guilty pleasures of yours.
  • Over Again: Talk about your first love.
  • Back For You: Talk about your best friend.
  • They Don't Know About Us: Share a secret!
  • Summer Love: Talk about a summer memory.
  • She's Not Afraid: What's your favourite horror film?
  • Loved You First: Are you a possessive person?
  • Nobody Compares: Who's your idol?
  • Still The One: What's one thing you can't seem to get over?
  • Best Song Ever: List your ten favourite songs.
  • Story Of My Life: List five things you can't live without.
  • Diana: What would you name your children?
  • Midnight Memories: Talk about a dream you recently had.
  • You & I: Talk about your OTP.
  • Don't Forget Where You Belong: Where do you feel home?
  • Strong: What are your three best qualities?
  • Happily: Name three things that make you happy.
  • Right Now: Do you miss someone at the moment?
  • Little Black Dress: How would you describe your style?
  • Through The Dark: What helps you when you're feeling down?
  • Something Great: Where do you see yourself in ten years?
  • Little White Lies: Talk about your #1 sexual fantasy.
  • Better Than Words: Do you read fanfiction? If so, what's your favourite fanfiction?
  • Why Don't We Go There?: Which big cities have you been to?
  • Does He Know?: Would you be up for a threesome?
  • Alive: What's one thing you'd never tell your "real life" friends?
  • Half A Heart: What's your favourite lovestory? ( Book, film, etc. )
  • Steal My Girl: Did you ever steal anything?
  • Ready To Run: If you could have one super power, which would you choose?
  • Where Do Broken Hearts Go?: Talk about the best concert you ever attented.
  • 18: Do you wish you were younger or older?
  • Girl Almighty: What makes you sexy?
  • Fool's Gold: Do you fall for people quickly?
  • Night Changes: What's one thing you don't ever want to change?
  • No Control: Can you control your temper ?
  • Fireproof: What scares you?
  • Spaces: Did you ever let someone go for good?
  • Stockholm Syndrome: Name five kinks of yours.
  • Clouds: What's your star sign? Does your personality match it?
  • Change Your Ticket: What would you do with a million dollars?
  • Illusion: Do you believe in higher powers?
  • Once In A Lifetime: What's three things you want to do before you die?
  • Act My Age: Do you consider yourself mature?
  • Just Can't Let Her Go: Name five turn ons.
“I don’t like cats” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

“i love your stories. i have become addicted and i was wondering if you could write a batmom story of were selina kyle doesn’t know bruce is married and she comes to the manor in a very sexy outfit and batmom and the boys walk in on that and it very awkard. thanks :)” requested by @cheesecake-chic

Well, first, thank you, and then : here it is. I know a lot of you tell me I shouldn’t think my writing is shit, but with this one, I’m really…unsure. Meh, it’s all over the place. Anyway. Hope you’ll still like it

(My masterlist blog here :


Today, Bruce woke up with the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Usually, his guts were always right and he spent the entire morning on edge…

But as the hours went by, and he saw that everyone was safe, he relaxed a bit. When your lips kissed his cheek lovingly as you came down in the kitchen for breakfast, he let go a little bit. When his sons didn’t even fight once, he let go a little bit. When Alfred made the best pancakes ever, he let go a little bit. When his hands wrapped around your waist to bring you closer, and his lips kissed your neck, while his sons made loud “ewwww” noises, he let go even more…And by noon, he was his normal self again. Still slightly worried about everything, a bit broody and all (though your presence made him smile like an idiot), but not waiting for a catastrophe anymore.

And oh how wrong he was to let his guard down. 

It was 10 pm when all Hell broke loose (ok, he was over-exagerating). 

It was 10 pm when Selina Kyle knocked on the Manor door, wearing a dress that was revealing a lot of skin. 

It was 10 pm when Selina Kyle invited herself in the Wayne family house, and after a sexy “Long time no see Bat” and her sultriest look, kissed Bruce without any warning as he was coming to the entrance hall to see who rung the door, curious of who came to visit at such an hour.

It was 10 pm when you came in as well, with all of your kids, wondering too who was ringing so late in the evening. 

Reflexively, as you all witnessed your Bruce pushing Catwoman away (oh the bitch stuck her tongue in his mouth !), your two oldest sons, Dick and Jason, held your shoulders…Just in case you decided to jump on Selina you know, and like, kill her or something. It was notoriously known that when you were jealous, you were dangerous. Granted, you weren’t often jealous, as Bruce only had eyes for you, and mostly ignored women who were hitting on him unsubtly (though none of them would ever dare doing it in front of you, and if they did, your natural sarcasm and wits would humiliate them right on the spot). 

Bruce’s eyes were going between you and Selina, and the worry he felt earlier in the day came surging back. He knew how well you and Selina fought, if you decided to attack, it would be a disaster…

But it didn’t seem like you were reacting. At all. Your sons were holding you by your shoulders, waiting to use all their strength to hold you if need be. Damian and Tim’s stance also showed they were ready to intervene. 

But you weren’t really reacting. You were just looking at Selina blankly, as if the things you just saw were trying to register themselves in your head. 

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please imagine Yuuri and Phichit going on their last official ‘night out’ as students and roommates in Detroit and knowing they’ll get to see each other again often! But that this part of their lives is over and just winding up drunk crying on their shitty sofa together until four in the morning

“I’ll come visit you in Bangkok all the time!” 

“And we’ll go out together after every competition!”

“We’re still going to be friends in five years! In ten!”

“In a hundred!”

“In a thousand!”

“Our lives are going to be so great, Yuuri! Our futures our bright!”

“You’ll be Thailand’s first world champion!”

“You’ll be married to Viktor Nikiforov!”

“Probably not that, but like…. our lives will still be good.”

No, Yuuri… You’re going to be married, you hear me? Your life is going to be perfect. You’ll keep skating and win a world title and marry Viktor and live in a house with a hundred dogs.”


A thousand dogs!”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm curious what you meant by "yikes, tumblr youth, Y I K E S" in your post on things you could talk about for hours?


  • *Creaky voice* when I was your age, we called it fandom wank, not discourse, and we were expected to wash our hands afterwards
  • This weird, anti-feminist, anti-artistic thing where if you do an art about it, obviously you support it in real life.
    • like, kids, I am for real writing a story where a dude lies to his husband for ten years but that doesn’t mean I’m like, DON’T TELL YOUR HUSBAND STUFF BECAUSE YOU WANT TO KEEP HIM PURE!!! THIS IS 100% GOING TO END GREAT IN REAL LIFE!!!!! I SUPPORT THIS LIFE CHOICE!!!! – but it sure makes for great conflict in a story.
  • I read a lot of fic where bad stuff happens but while I will sometimes Wonder About You (privately to friends, on messenger, without names, because that’s rude), I am also going to assume you don’t support HYDRA GARBAGE HAPPENING in real life.
    • Sometimes a story is there because it expresses a dark part of you. That literally is what art is for.
    • Sometimes it’s just something you find interesting and that is okay because fuck it, real life is boring and hard and stupid and if I want a strange bond between brothers or Bucky Barnes crying pretty, I am a grown ass lady and I have agency and choice.
  • Fictional characters are not people. Fictional characters are mirrors, puppets, that we use to express things safely.
    • yikes the amount of depression I’ve worked out in fanfiction is terrifying if not hilarious
      • sorry, bucky, satoshi, and tomoyo
  • Every time someone makes a list like THESE BLOGS POST STUFF I DON’T AGREE WITH! BLOCK THEM IF YOU DON’T AGREE WITH [ISSUE] BUT DON’T DOGPILE!!! I’m literally like *FACEPALM* because have you ever met a human? I have. They’re all awful. Especially the way they attack other humans like hens pecking each other to death at the first sign of blood.
  • The idea that there is an objectively pure and correct way of looking at things and you can be the arbiter of that objectively pure and correct way, and neither you nor how that way is objectively pure and correct will ever change, is not only flat out wrong, but reminds me of the anti-female, anti-thought way I was raised in Evangelical Christian circles – and let me tell you, that is a world of FUCK HELL NOPE BYE.
  • Sometimes it seems like people want to hear other people agree with them, and not learn from others, and that there is no possibility of change and growth if you’ve been labeled as Wrong Thinking, and that is both terrifying and deeply tragic.
  • FULLEST OFFENSE, but if you have time to be worrying about other people’s morality, maybe you have time to worry about your own, first.
That moment when I'm trying to free up space on my phones but have so many 1st person pov sex videos i made with all the hot women i've been with since I got divorced last year that I decide to go buy a bigger memory card instead.

Seriously, my 3 phones are Methed-up-samurai porn gold mines, there’s probably over 40 women showing me a great time on them… i love the single life. I really shouldve left that bitch a long fuckin time ago Lol.


Imagine being Rafael’s tailor

(A/N: I hope you Anon and everyone else enjoys this! Sorry it’s short!) 

Imagine being Rafael’s tailor

“Mr. Barba?” You questioned confused, coming down the stairs of your store and seeing him in what was supposed to be your empty waiting room.

“How many times have I told you to call me Rafael?” He smirked, getting up to greet you as you walked over to him.

“Too many times,” You chuckled as you reciprocated the light hug he initiated, “What are you doing here?”

“I was wondering…” He began.

“Today’s appointment is the third one you’ve missed,” You interrupted you remind.

“I was in court.” He offered sympathetically.

“You said that last time,” You reminded, “You should really stop booking appointments right after court appearances,”

“They keep running over,” He insisted.

“Shouldn’t you know the extent of your legal talents by now and now how long it’s going to take?” You quipped.

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[Trollhunters] Ithaca

Title: Ithaca
Summary: He doesn’t realize it’s Ithaca he’s looking for until he finds it. When he does, she has blue eyes and a different name.
Characters: Walter Strickler. Mentions of Barbara and Jim.

A/N: last week I watched all of Trollhunters instead of sleeping and now I wrote this instead of sleeping. I need some lessons in adulting because man, do I fail at it. 


Changelings never remember precisely what is done to them in order to change them in the first place. What they do remember every waking hour is what they’re told throughout the process.

You can never go back.

‘Back’ is a vague concept to beings that remember nothing prior to their turning. ‘Back’ is the nebulous reality of a family that, somewhere, woke up to an empty crib. Perhaps they mourned before picking up the pieces and moving on. Because they do move on, every single one of them. Sometimes the crib remains empty; sometimes a new offspring fills the void, guarded viciously by parents who’ll never allow it to meet the same fate as the previous.

They will never look for you. They never speak of you. They’ve all forgotten you.

They’ll have a dead child over an Impure one.

There are tales of a Changeling who went back, one who was taken young but not quite young enough. She remembered things from before, the tale went, and decided to look for her birth family. What she remembered was enough to find them - ignoring warnings, clawing her way back even as her brethren tried to hold her back. She had appeared before her bloodkin wounded but deliriously happy, reaching out for them with hands stained by the blood of her brothers and sisters.

They had recognized her as one of their own corrupted young, the tale went on. They had reached back for those outstretched arms.

And then they had torn her apart.

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anonymous asked:

i wonder like three years later, how would jk develop as a person. i feel like when he matures and gain more confidence, he'll be even more /alpha/. just thinking about it makes me diZZY

Anon: i feel like the muscle pig nickname for jungkook is particularly extra attractive damn

Anon: not really a question, but i just rewatched the vlive where namjoon talks about wings and i got so emotional when he talked about jungkook crying and saying he doesn’t want the other members to be in pain, i just– i love jungkook so much :’( sorry to bother you with this but i don’t have anyone to talk to about bts and i know you love jungkook too

There are a lot of animals fans associate with Jungkook, the most common ones being wolf, rabbit, black panther (why is this a thing? in both Korea and overseas??), and …pig. And out of all of those, I never thought that calling someone a muscle pig could be attractive. JJK has proven me wrong.

But what I think makes Jungkook really manly, more than his muscles and more than just his good looks, is something that you brought up - his development as a person. Watching him transition into adulthood with the sort of humility and poise that he has shown both on and off stage is humbling. He’s somehow both unabashedly ambitious but totally grounded at the same time. He gives equal attention to all of his passions in life, and there’s nothing too small or too big for him to conquer. And what’s more, he’s full of heart. He has nothing but love for his hyungs, his family, his fans, for music - every. single. aspect in his life, he does it out of love, with love.

I mean, I don’t need a crystal ball to know that he’ll be more manly in the future. It’s going to be great and I’m definitely going to cry ugly tears. But three, ten years from now, I hope that that spark he has for life, that overwhelming love he holds for every person, every challenge, and every passion - won’t fade.  

Just a heads up because I know it’s gonna happen:
Balz has a family and pets and him and Ryan have a successful business. Ryan herself just won ink master. There’s a lot going on in his life.
That’s a lot to do in itself, but being in a band also? That actively tours and still makes music? That’s a LOT of stress on a person. So he made a decision to leave the band and focus on what he wants to do.
We can be sad. He was in the band for ten years and was a great keyboardist and a cool guy and loved being connected with the fans. I’ll miss him being in the band. But we just have to respect his decision and be happy for him because he’s focusing on what he wants to do, and we want him to be happy right?
So just please. Do him a favor and respect his decision and don’t attack him or Ryan for him wanting to do what makes him happiest. He’s a human being who just wants to be happy like everybody else, not someone meant just to exist to make music and cater to fans. Don’t be an asshole. Thanks.

All I need (1/1)

A view into the life of the Lightwood-Bane family a few years down the line.
aka. 100% family fluff

For @softmagnusbane
Beta’d @matthewbane
(also on ao3)

It had been a long day and by the time Magnus was done with his last house visit, it was later than he had hoped it would be. Suit jacket folded over his arm, he walked out of the building and was immediately met with the blinding New Zealand sun. He rolled his head back and forth a few times, trying to work some of the tension out of his shoulders before throwing up a portal to take him home.

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Neighbour Boy

Request: your theme is so cute D: can i please request a fluffy fluff fluff fluff neighbor!vernon au D:

A/N: I hope this is fluffy enough for you! Also, sorry if your name is the same as the friend’s, I picked two at random. 

“Hey, Y/N, that neighbour boy is looking over.” your friend, Sofia, said, as she peered out your bedroom window. Your other friend, Dawn instantly dropped her books and ran to the window next to Sofia. You stood up on the spot, allowing you to see your neighbour, Vernon. He was sat at his desk and had frozen like deer in headlights at the sight of being caught by your friends. He then shoved his nose into his textbook, causing Dawn and Sofia to giggle.

“Leave him alone.” you said quietly, hoping they didn’t see your cheeks blush. You had been living next door to Vernon for over ten years now, and whilst the two of you played together a great deal as young kids, the older you two got, the more shy you both became, until it was reduced to simply catching each other’s eyes through the window, smiling when either one of you felt brave enough.

“Do you like him?” Dawn asked, longing out the ‘i’ in ‘like’ far too much for your liking. You just shrugged her off, going back to your History textbook.

“During the last months of his life, Lenin was well aware of the rivalry-” you began, but was cut off short by Dawn.

“Lenin isn’t important right now.” she spoke over you. “What is important is Neighbour Boy.” Dawn then looked to Sofia, who had a smirk plastered across her face. “What say we take a little trip to visit him?” she suggested, and before you could object, you were being pulled to your feet and dragged out your room and down the stairs, pleads being ignored by your friends.

The three of you made your way outside, and over to Vernon’s house next door. “Guys, is this really necessary?” you asked, as you climbed up the porch behind Sofia and Dawn.

“Yes!” the two of them said in unison, before Dawn pressed the bell to the house. You felt your stomach drop, and you only wanted the ground to swallow you up, as you heard footsteps climb down the stairs and over to the door.

Vernon opened the door with a confused look on his face. He went to open his mouth to speak, “Hi, I’m Sofia, I’m a friend of Y/N. We were just upstairs discussing the party my friend Dawn here is throwing next week, and we’d love for you to come.”

Dawn nodded, “Yeah, we could do with more cute boys.” As you stood a few paces away from your friends, you felt your face go bright red, and couldn’t help but notice Vernon’s doing the same when you looked up briefly to see him nod slowly.

“Great! You can go with Y/N. Saves you getting lost.” Sofia smiled, clapping her hands together. “See you then!” And with that the door shut and you struggled to find your words, as you turned into a stammering mess. “No need to thank us. Now, let’s get started with the party planning.”


It had been a week since Sofia and Dawn had invited Vernon to their party, and before you knew it, you had been dragged into the planning process. You barely had a moment alone, with Dawn or Sofia forcing you to stay at Dawn’s house to help with the preparations until as late as possible to make sure you couldn’t uninvite Vernon. When the night of the party arrived, you woke up in a nervous mess. You didn’t know what to wear, what you were even going to talk to Vernon about. You just hoped you’d be able to steal one or two drinks to give you some courage.

The rest of the day passed by in a haze, and the next thing you knew it was time to get ready. After a shower, you stood in front of your wardrobe, waiting for a dress of yours to step out and say “wear me!”, and was only drawn away when your phone alerted you to a text from Dawn that read wear THE red dress! You always look AMAZING in red. See you tonight ;).

You knew exactly what dress she meant. It was a cute dress that ended about half-way up the thigh that was fitted around the chest, with a loose skirt. The back was what caught the eye; red string that criss-crossed at the top and tied in a loose bow at the bottom. It was a dress you had been pushed into buying by Dawn, and never had the courage to wear. “Well, it’s now or never.” you sighed, as you began to get ready.

When you were done, you threw a jacket on to keep you warm and peered out the window. From your room, you could see Vernon’s desk and bed, where Vernon was currently sat, staring at the floor and tapping his leg furiously. It was easy to see how nervous he was, causing you to smile.

As if he knew you were there, he looked up and over at you, standing up as he breathed in, nodded and left his room. A minute or two later, you heard your doorbell ring, and your mum calling you to let you know Vernon was at the door. You took a deep breath in, breathed out and made your way downstairs, grabbing your bag as you went.

You quickly said goodbye to your mum before she could ask any questions, and walked out the door, continuing down the path and onto the pavement, heading in the direction of Dawn’s house. It didn’t take long for Vernon to catch up to you. You both continued at a slow pace in silence as you got to the end of the road, where Vernon stopped a few steps away from the curb.

“Y/N, can I be honest?” he said, causing you to stop. You nodded, signalling him to continue. “I’m not really comfortable going to the party.”

“Oh.” you started, understanding why he might not want to go, however, you couldn’t deny there was a part of you that wanted him there, even if it would take you hours to find the courage to talk to him.

“Do you want to maybe see a movie instead?” he asked, taking you off guard. Your mouth fell open in surprise, and you weren’t quite sure what to say. Your silence must of made a part of him panic, as he quickly added, “I-it’s just that, you look like you put a lot of effort into your outfit, and I’d hate to see it go to waste if we turn back now.”

You smiled to yourself, then stepped forward, taking Vernon’s hand in yours. “A move sounds like a lot of fun.” Vernon laced his fingers through yours, and pulled you closer as you made your way down the road towards the bus stop, and you felt your nerves begin to melt away.

Ducktales 2017 Headcannon 5

A.K.A why arn’t Donald and Scrooge talking!? Right, there’s been a few ideas floating around the place, one of which mentioned it might have something to do with Scrooge hitting ‘his lowest point.’ However it never expanded on what that point was, so I’m proposing an idea.

Della dissapeared. (Either died or went into space to become an astronout is another theory I’ve heard)

Donald got custody of the triplets. We’ll say they were about a year old at this point.
At this point he was still adventuring with Scrooge and he did seriously contenplate giving up the adventurous life. However Scrooge convinced him to carry on with it, but maybe not take unnessesary risks and also not tell the entire world about the existance of the triplets, for their own safety.

So Donald tried this approach, because he loved the life he was living and he was younger and still figuring out parenting and all that stuff. And the triplets spent most of their time either at Scrooges manor being looked after by Mrs Beakley. (And by extention spending time with Webby, who might have been about a year younger than them? So just born at this point?) And Duckworth was helping as well.

And when they wearn’t at the manor Daisy helped out. Basically Donald had people he could ask to look after the triplets for a couple of hours/days here and there.

This works and Donald and Scrooge carry on adventuring. All is fine for about another year. By this point the boys are about 2 years old, Webby 1.

Then tragedy strikes. An enemy of theres finds out about the boys and kidnaps them. Scrooge and Donald immediatly leap into action (With the help of
others who knew about the boys, so family members and/or close friends, so I’m thinking Gladstone, Feathry, Duckworth, Daisy these kind of family members)

Long story short, they get the boys back and they are unharmed (but nacturally upset and scared) and all is well.

Except it isn’t, because everybody is shaken up. Donald starts thinking about the what-if’s, and what could have’s. He talks to his friends Jose and Panchito. He talks to Daisy and so on. And he makes a desision, he can’t risk the kids, his nephews being kidnapped again. Sure they got them back this time, but next time? Not happening.

So Donald goes to talk to Scrooge, who is just as nervous and shaken up as Donald but because he’s Scrooge he just wants to do things like, increase the security round his house, and employ a trustable bodyguard or someone like that to look after the boys while he and Donald carry on doing what they do best. Going on adventures. After all, they can’t show the enemy (who I’m thinking might have something to do with Dewey’s nemisis, maybe his father was put away for this?)

Well due to Scrooge not explaining himself very well and the worry and stress Donalds been under he snaps. He accuses Scrooge of caring more about finding treasure and being in the limelight than his own family. In his rage he lists of other things that have annoyed him in the past but he kept quiet about. Finally after a long Donald-style rant and temper tantrum he storms out. Leaving Scrooge alone.

Scrooge thinks over what Donald said and makes a decision there and then. No more adventuring. No more finding treasure. He’ll look after the family still speaking to him (so Gladstone, Feathry, Ludwig and the like) But Donald gets nothing till he gets an apology. And he’ll work on making his money bigger than ever before, after all, what else has he got now?

Donald meanwhile cools down a bit and realises that what he said might have been harsh (this whole process takes about 2-3 months). Once he’s had this thought he takes a deep breath, sucks it up and goes back to apoligise.

However this never happens. Scrooge, upon seeing him, and what with his emotional hurt still being raw sends him away. Donald tries again and again, about ten times over the course of a fortnight. Every time Scrooge sends him away and eventually Donald gets the message. Scrooge doesn’t want him in his life anymore. He stops visiting. /p>

For about 8 or 9 years they don’t speak, only hearing about how the other is from other family members and friends. Then one day, out of the blue, Donalds job changes. He’s now going to be working a great deal of nights and evenings. It’s a good job with a great deal of money, so he feels he can’t say no. And also the boys are older now (11 or 12), so he can accept it. But he still needs someone to look after them, and he needs them quickly. Daisy isn’t easy enough to transfer guardianship over to, he’s not going near Gladstone and all other members of his family either live to far away or are unsuitable. Scrooge is the only one who fits all the requirements, and he can certainly afford it.

So, not feeling particulary optimistic Donald phones Scrooge. Scrooge, having had nearly ten years for his wounds to heal and for him to reflect on what his nephew said agrees immediatly. However not really knowing what to say he just hangs up.
Scrooge then goes and tells Webby (who he’s treated like a niece and been just as protective over as Donald has with the boys, just in a different way like teaching her self defense and educating her about his enemy’s and that kind of thing) that his nephews, who she’s only seen photo’s of and heard stories about their uncle, are coming to stay with them for a while in about a weeks time. She’s extreamly excited about this, however important to note she can’t remember them from when she was younger, though there are pictures of the boys and her in there infant years.

Anyway, meanwhile Donald gets the boys sorted, tells them what’s happening and also explains exactly who Scrooge McDuck is to them. (They know of him but Donalds never mentioned him to them and neither have the extended family.)

And a week later Donald and the boys are travelling to go and meet Scrooge McDuck for the first time in nearly ten years.


Fandom: BBC Merlin
Pairing: Merlin x reader
Summary: You and Merlin are determined to get your friends Arthur and Gwen under the mistletoe, but the effects of it seem to be contagious
A/N: @multi–fandom-imagines @marvelximagines @cocoobbesses @ladywiseowl

You peered out from your hiding place behind one of the many tapestries in the castle. You could hear light footsteps approaching from one direction, heavy booted ones coming from the other. Your plan would be in action in three…two…one…
You grinned, hearing the prince’s voice. The voice of your best friend joined him.
“Arthur! You wanted to see me?”
“Um, Merlin said you wanted to see me?”
You covered your mouth with your hand to stop yourself giggling and giving away your location.
“Is that mistletoe?” came Gwen’s confused reply. A few seconds later, and you could hear the telltale sounds of kissing.
“Told you it would work,” came Merlin’s smug voice in your mind. You rolled your eyes, grinning.
“Not bad, Emrys.” You used all your powers to make your voice heard in his mind. Merlin was the only other sorcerer you knew, and you trusted him with your secret, and therefore your life. While you both knew that having magic was a serious thing, you couldn’t help but turn it to more fun activities. Such as matchmaking.
“Meet outside the great hall?” came the wizard’s voice.
“Five minutes.”

You skidded to a halt outside the great hall, nearly crashing into Merlin. He grinned at you.
“It worked?” he asked. You nodded.
“I think they’ll be married by the end of the week.”
“Finally. I’m sick of hearing him going on and on about her,” he laughed. You joined in his laughter.
“Tell me about it! He’s like a ten year old with a crush!”
You both whirled round, thinking you heard a noise from behind you. You frowned; there was nothing there but a dreary old tapestry.
“Is that mistletoe?” asked Merlin incredulously. You looked up at the doorway above you, and raised your eyebrows.
“We didn’t put it there, did we?” you asked in confusion.
“I don’t think so.”
He smiled softly at you, his beautiful blue eyes kind and gentle as always.
You found yourself leaning towards him, and he did the same, cupping your cheek gently. His lips were chapped but warm, moving against yours carefully.
“Wow. We should try matchmaking more often,” you grinned. He chuckled, stroking your cheek.
“I think you’re right.”

The Greatest Birthday Present

Yo it’s Lucina’s birthday so I figured I’d post a short fanfic I wrote a while back.

It centers around Robin (who in this case is married to Chrom) and her grief over Lucina leaving.

I was always kinda annoyed that the only way to keep Lucina around after the game was by hooking her up with one of the boys so this is how I got around it.

Lucina disappeared after whispering these words to her infant self: “Yours will be a happy future.” Did she journey to another land or back to her own time? …No one knows for certain.


~Ten years later~

Every year, on April 20, Robin would spend the morning celebrating her daughter’s birthday with the entire kingdom. Everyone eats and dances in the ballrooms of the castle while nobles shower the young girl with gifts. Robin always loves to see her daughter look so happy but by late afternoon, however, she’d find a way to slip away through the hole in the wall her husband keeps secret from everyone but their little family. While she loves her young daughter with all her heart there was still something missing. Ten years now that something has been gone. The daughter she hardly got the chance to know.

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It’s Matt Bellamy’s birthday!!!
The men who show me that music it’s way more than just the chords and lyrics. It’s about feelings too.
I’m not sure when was the first time I listened to his voice, but I do remember that was a great voice on the radio going on (Starlight). I was about 12 years old when I heard Muse for the first time. After 3 years, I’ve listened to that same incredible voice once again (Uprising) and I couldn’t be indiferent this time. It was such a powerful song that I became addicted!
I’m 22 years old right now. It’s been ten since that day… I have no doubts that the day that I attend to a muse concert will be the best day of my life! Not even if I go alone. It doesn’t matters.

I’m a Muser and I’m so proud of it! Please keep doing songs like you been doing for so long.
I love you!
Happy birthday Matt!

#HappyBirthdayMattBellamy #muse

kellynewbook  asked:

I have such a hard time choosing between my Kindle, my hardbacks and my paperbacks. I'm s notorious cleaner. My house is usually spot on and I'm all about the art of discarding. But I refuse to throw away books. But there are some that I probably should get rid of. How do you sort through and manage all of your books? I'm running out of space in my tiny apartment :/ thanks for any advice on it.

Book triage is one of the hardest things in the world, but sometimes it has to be done. Here are the things I would get rid of:

  1. Books you’re never going to read again. If you honestly know you’re never going to read it again—even if you kind of liked it—let it go to a new home and make space for something you will read a hundred times. 
  2. Books you got bored with or didn’t like. If you have books that you didn’t enjoy, were poorly written, or didn’t hold your attention, toss ‘em. Life is too short to make room for books you don’t like. There are a million books in the world you might love which are more deserving of a place on your self. (Although, if a book provoked any sort of strong feeling in you, even if it was negative, that might be one you should hold onto. Anything that didn’t allow for a passive reading experience. I don’t know if that makes any sense.)
  3. Dime-a-dozen paperbacks. Do you really need a mass-market copy of The Da Vinci Code? No. You can find that shit anywhere. Toss it.
  4. Things that are so battered you can’t tell what they are. If it’s missing pages or covers or you spilled coffee on it so the whole thing has expanded like an accordion file, let it go. Do yourself a favor and get a new copy if you really want to have it in your library.
  5. Stuff you loved ten years ago. For instance, I really enjoyed A Series of Unfortunate Events when I was like, ten. They’re great books but they take up a huge amount of room and I doubt I’m ever actually going to read them again. I’d rather some ten-year-old kid have my set then let them continue to take up space. 

This is a hard process but it’s part of the book-lover circle of life. Best of luck.

Best friends // Barry Allen

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Fandom: The Flash

Word count: 701

A/N:  English is not my first language so I’m sorry for grammatical errors it can have. I did my best to write this. Please, don’t be rude.

Originally posted by wowdrugstiles

You know what it is to be in love with someone and he does not love you in return? And worse, he tells you that he always liked your best friend.

And if you have never felt anything like it, I envy you totally, because this feeling of jealousy and sadness can seize your body and take the control.

Barry Allen has been a great friend for most my short life, we were together from primary school to university, we work together, at times we go out to lunch or dinner, yes, our relationship is not as strong as what he has with Iris. Oh, Iris, my perfect best friend, hardworking, beautiful, intelligent, the whole package of good things, and I, only a slow girl and a little clumsy with pale skin and freckles all over my face. In a word, pathetic, I do not blame Barry for not noticing me.

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Look, I don’t see myself as successful because I’ve worked on only a handful of films. The way I look at it, if you’re really, really lucky, if you consistently work hard over the course of ten years, if you refuse to take no for an answer, if you surround yourself with great mentors and are a sponge, willing to learn, then you’re bound for something to happen. I don’t know what is going to happen. It’s either these films being great or me falling flat on my face. I guess I’m prepared for anything. I’ve always been prepared for anything.


Happy Holidays Everyone! Here’s a list of my current and completed stories!

Asami’s Son
- After hearing of Iroh II passing, Korra returns to Republic City to pay her respects to him and his family. Asami Sato (whom she hasn’t seen in almost ten years) and her son Iroh Róngyù the third. Ao3 |

City Life - Korra moves to Republic City to fulfill her dream at becoming a great MC. Asami is a famous R&B singer who is tasked by her father to find a new artist for their record label. When these two meet, Music will never be the same.  Ao3 |

Nothin’ But Trouble 2 - Korra and Asami go on vacation to Ember Island with unexpected company tagging along.  Ao3 |

Republic City Nine-Nine - Korra Jīngshén is a talented carefree police detective at Republic City’s 99th precinct. She is put to the test when she is faced with the departments new transfer; Detective Asami Sato.  Ao3 |

Sidelines - A documentary series on the first female to be drafted into the NFL, Korra Jīngshén. Directed and Produced by Asami Sato from Sato Productions Company in Republic City. Ao3 |

Special Delivery - Asami Sato (Former Mercenary) is hired to bring Korra (Princess of the Water Tribe) back home to the South Pole after her attempted kidnapping. Ao3 |

Black Out Days - What happens when you run into a one night stand? Well for Asami there is no running when you have to work with them for a month. Ao3 |

I Don’t Have A Gun - Korra is hired to eliminate a target from her past she refuses to kill. Ao3 |

Just Drive - Korra, an Undercover Cop, must infiltrate a Deadly Gang known as the Red Lotus. The only way to stop them is through a young professional street racer named Sato. Ao3 |

Nothin’ But Trouble - Asami has a broken heart that needs to be fixed. A certain stranger (Korra) sees this and seizes the opportunity to do just that. Ao3 |