little shits tbh

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Little Hamsters, Big Adventures!

buckle up you amazing fucks and just picture this okay

derek sitting in the middle of the living room on the couch with his daughter standing between his legs while she waits patiently for her daddy to finish braiding her hair so she can go play outside and derek is just humming to himself, enjoying the time with his daughter, not even bothering to look up when he smells stiles’ scent walk through the door 

and stiles, stiles just wants to melt at the sight because their daughter has her little hands resting on derek’s knees, playing with the hem of derek’s shorts - yes, shorts - and smiling hugely before starting to sing along with whatever derek was humming and stiles just feels his heart stop for a split second before rapidly going into overdrive 

derek realizes something happened to stiles and looks up at him in question while his hands are still braiding his little girl’s hair, reaching for the pony tail that she’s offering him, and finishes the braid while stiles just flails himself closer to them both, sputtering something about how lucky he is, how he shouldn’t have any of it, that he doesn’t deserve– 

and derek just kisses him to shut him up because he knows what stiles is babbling about, how he can’t handle emotions just like derek can’t, and just caresses his face while stroking his thumb over stiles’ cheekbone, waiting for his husband’s heartbeat to slow, smiling when it does 

‘daddy take care of dad!’ is what breaks their attention from each other, going right their daughter that’s grinning up at them both, arms locked around their legs and stiles and derek can’t help but laugh, knowing how right she is, because that’s how it’s been all along - them taking care of each other

then derek is scooping up his daughter in his arms, blowing a raspberry against her cheek, smiling when he hears stiles’ booming laugh and the giggles their girl chokes out between asking if they can go play outside now, practically demanding that ‘daddy go doggy’ too

and really, how can they say no to that? 

Gee Akko! How come Luna Nova lets you have two moms?

Happy LWA Week! Day 5: A team/character of your choice
s/o to @bowtiebun for listening to me cry over charoix ideas on a daily basis

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Red Dwarf 30 Day Challenge (by @rosandguildensterns​)

Day 1 - Favourite Crew Member: Arnold Judas Rimmer BSC, SSC

“What am I supposed to say? ‘Fear not, I’m the bloke who used to clean the gunk out of the chicken soup machines! Actually, we know sod all about space travel - but if you’ve got a blocked nozzle, we’re your lads!’”

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francis: there are such things as ghosts. people everywhere have always known that. and we believe in them every bit as much as homer did. only now, we call them by different names. memory. the unconscious.
camilla: do you mind if we change the subject? please?

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[What do you sleep in?]  “Nada.”

In Time

The world around, just for a millisecond, seems to numb. All sound is sucked out of the atmosphere itself. All Sabo can hear is the crack of his boots on the stone below, and blood pulses through his ears like war drums in his mind. Every cell in his body aches, but he pushes on. It’s been a long journey to get here, peppered with storms and regret, and the young revolutionary can’t remember the last time he slept. He certainly doesn’t feel like the strong revolutionary he is in this tired, young body. In this world, he comes as a brother, not a soldier.

Heavy breathing. Blonde hair heavy with sweat falls into Sabo’s eyes, and he shoves another body out of the way so hard that they don’t get back up again. Ahead, shrouded in dust and smoke, Luffy has fallen to the ground – he doesn’t look the same as he did when Sabo last saw him. His chest is unscarred, eyes filled with horror, shoulders shaking. Alone on the ground, Luffy seems so small in comparison to the Pirate King that he was when his brother last laid eyes on him at the execution stand. His little brother looks young; too young to be in this war, too young to have to watch what’s about to happen.

No. Sabo won’t let it happen again, not this time. Screw timelines, screw what this might mean for the world. He had a chance to go back and change things. His devil fruit – Ace, living on somehow through Sabo’s own blood – didn’t approve. Neither did Dragon. Sabo doesn’t care. His mind has been overtaken by some alien force, a thirst for the thing he’s been missing for the decade since Ace’s death. A thirst to change things.

Sabo pushes this lean, twenty-year old body harder. The world is still numb, strangely quiet, as if drawing breath as it watches on. The weight of everything Sabo has ever wished for weighs heavily on his shoulders. This is it. This is the moment where the timeline changes. Ace lunges forward. Luffy’s eyes, brown reflecting magma and fire, widen. Sabo takes a flying leap, coat flaring out behind him, just as Akainu raises his fist.

Everything speeds back up.

Sabo barrels into his brothers with enough force to send them both flying back but makes sure to wrap an arm around each, blood singing in his veins. Ace yells out, pushing back against Sabo with rage in his eyes, and the heat radiating harshly from him is tangible. Luffy is limp at the blonde’s other side, and Sabo’s eyes are too blurred to see his face properly. Heat explodes behind them. The Red Dog is angered, magma pouring from him copiously, but his moment is over. Sabo did it. He took his chance, and the world feels like it’s shifting before his very eyes. There’s no going back now.

“Made it on time!”

The yell escapes from his throat before he can stop it, something between a victory cry and a threat. The battlefield is silent for a split second, and Sabo can hear his voice echoing through it over and over, a reinforcement of his own success. Of Ace’s survival. At the distinctive Grey Terminal lilt that laces the ex-noble’s voice, Ace freezes, a strange expression overthrowing the anger on his face. Luffy’s eyes widen, filling with hope and elation.

All three brothers hit the ground, hard. The world comes back to Sabo in a rush like a tsunami, and suddenly they’re running again, Ace and Luffy stumbling and yelling, both confused as to what’s happening but elated at what they just heard. Heat pushes at Sabo’s senses, so intense that panic floods his veins like a drug, and for a second he sees the boat burning around him. Then, it’s gone. The battlefield replaces everything from the past, and surprisingly, the young man is glad for it. Let this war encompass him. If it means Ace lives, so be it – war will come and go, but Sabo will never have another change like this again. Nothing is going to stop him.

“Who the hell are you?!” Ace asks as they run, surprisingly following Sabo. He looks shaken, as if coming so close to losing Luffy just now rattled him to the core. His voice is uncertain, eyes just as hopeful as Luffy’s now, and Sabo’s heart wrenches when he realises that somehow, deep down, they recognise him.

“…Sabo?”

Luffy’s voice is small in Sabo’s ear, torso shuddering against his back. All his fight is gone. Sabo doesn’t recall slinging him onto his back but he must’ve, maybe when the first starting running. Everything is one pulsing, thronging blur. Travelling ten years back in time must be messing up his head.

Ace’s breath hitches, and his head spins around so fast that his neck must ache. His eyes meet Sabo’s for the first time, and he stumbles for a second, caught off guard. For the first time since Sabo arrived here, he can see that ten-year old kid shining out of Ace’s eyes. Too young to take on the world and wearing his big dreams like medals of honor; questioning whether he should be alive; hurt, but still hoping for something bigger than himself.

“Sabo?!” Ace’s voice breaks. Behind them, two of Whitebeard’s commanders clash with Akainu in a supernova of light and sound.

Against his will, Sabo feels tears spring into his eyes, and a grin stretches across his face even as they fall. Ahead of them, the ocean is just visible, wide and true. “I’ve missed you both,” he chokes out, and they run together still. Ace seems to have stopped even breathing. Around them the battle rages on, and Sabo feels horribly exposed without his pipe.  “I missed you so much.”

Maybe this time, Sabo can stop the execution of the second pirate king before it happens, too. Maybe both Luffy and Ace will survive this time, if he just plays his cards right. Maybe Sabo and his brothers can stay together and stay alive. Maybe, just maybe, he really did change the timeline for good.

A tired cheer roars through the Whitebeard Pirates as they join the three brothers, unknowing of who Sabo is but uncaring. Ace and Luffy are still in shock, disbelieving and confused, but Sabo can see the eldest of the trio as his face begins to light up. It’s like watching the sun come out. Luffy’s arms tighten slightly around him, sluggish and weak but filled with affection, and for the first time in a long time, Sabo has no regrets. He has his brothers.

Maybe time-travel wasn’t such a bad idea.

Okay so I saw that you really loved the asl pic in the magazine so I just had to write this little thing (mostly just to get out of writer’s block lmao). I hope you like it! 

OH MY G OD

i don’t see how anyone is surprised that marlene killed yvonne so spoby could happen. it was pretty fucking obvious that she wasn’t going to stick around from the start. it’s rushed, it’s shitty writing, it’s problematic as hell, and yvonne and spoby both deserved a far better resolution. 

But come on, this is the writing team that decided romance was having caleb and spencer fall in love for half a season only for caleb to cheat on her with hanna and then claim he’s loved hanna all along, who are still romanticizing a teacher/student relationship that, even looking past all it’s other transgressions, continues to be boring af, who think the best way to put emily and alison together, the slowburn ship to end all slowburn ships who would have had no trouble being brought together naturally, is to introduce two other girls for emily and then inject emily’s eggs into alison in a complete and utter violation of both girls bodies. 

like, did you expect better from the writers? really? if you didn’t see this coming i don’t know what to tell you. 

anonymous asked:

I always wonder about how heroes/villains seem to be able to cope with fighting outside no matter the temperature and it BOTHERS me so for tonight's headcanon; one night Batsy and J meet up to throw down but they're both so cold cause it's like -20 degrees so J chatters out through his teeth "y-y'know, there's a g-g-good café d-down the street. the staff d-don't ask questions and the hot chocolate is t-t'DIE for". So they end up in a cosy lil booth together sharing body heat as it starts to snow

about 90% of her wardrobe has some sort of alliance or N7 logo on it

Dean could hear Cas’ breathing most clearly. The way it stuttered and halted, how he’d hold it when he was close. Cas thought he was quiet, but he was vocal in his own way. If Dean listened, he knew exactly when to give a hard thrust to finish Cas off. Kinda hard to do when Cas was riding him, but he was willing to give it a shot. 

Cas’ nails dragged down his chest, and Dean almost flipped them over right then. Fucker knew what he was doing. They played each other, always. 

Dean dug his heels into the bed and shoved his hips up as hard as he could, his cock buried completely in Cas’ body. A stutter of breath, panting, shaking, Cas stopped moving. He was close, and Dean could end it all if he wanted. But he wouldn’t. Not yet. Better to play with Cas more, wind him up, see what he’d do.