Waiter #2: *brings giant red velvet cake to the table, adorned with many a decorative, edible flower*
Waiter #3: *brings comically large valentines card over (even though it’s only half way through January)
Baz: *actual rabbit in the headlights*
Simon: *starts babbing* “So, that feeling I was feeling was love and I got carried away and gosh, I was just thinking about everything and things and then you! And then I asked these waiters to come over here and bring all this stuff and so *takes deep breath* Basilton Grimm-Pitch… will you be my valentine?
Baz: *deadpan glare*
Simon: *puppy-dog eyes, looking adorable*
Baz: *deadpan glare*
Waiters: *uncomfortable squirming*
Baz: “SIMON SNOW WE ARE MARRIED!”
Waiters: *still uncomfortable, now also confused puppies*
Baz: *resigned sigh* Yes, I will be your valentine
Simon: *fist pumps in the air* *whooping and holling with pure joy* *high five’s confused waiters*
Baz: *blushes* *hides behind his menu and secretly grins at his adorable amazing sunshine husband and thanks his lucky stars he’s married to the most wonderfully amazing goofball in the whole wide world*
Guess who just had a fucking heart attack when, at midnight on a moonless night with a flashlight that barely fucking works and functionally zero street lighting whatsoever, she realized the a/c guy forgot to close the yard gate ONLY AFTER MINA HAD ALREADY SILENTLY DISAPPEARED THROUGH IT.
Jesus wept am I glad I’ve done some work with her being off-leash in our driveway and kept up her understanding of basic commands. Including “come”, which I have never had to use in an “emergency” GET YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW situation (but delivered in a calm, friendly voice despite my rising panic, go me). Fuck though, worked like a charm as she bounded over with tail wagging and a complete lack of regard for the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
WE CAME INSIDE FIVE MINUTES AGO AND MY HEART IS STILL POUNDING IN MY CHEST
I don’t understand people who don’t let their dogs on the furniture. I get pissed when my dog doesn’t want to spoon with me at night and you wont even let them sit next to you??? How do you even snuggle?
Liam Dunbar, who wants to hang out with Stiles and Scott so badly, who eavesdrops on conversations that they try to keep him out of, who follows Stiles to his car and asks more questions, who believes Stiles (or at least is willing to follow Stiles into the woods to snoop on some kid he’s never met and has no reason to be suspicious of, ignoring his own best friend to do so) and wants to keep him safe.
Liam Dunbar, who steps in front of Stiles when Theo catches them, who looks honestly terrified as Stiles loses it when the Jeep is broken, whose every look of the season seems to be centered around concern and protect and, look guys, consider it:
Liam Dunbar is the one who first finds out about Stiles.
Liam doesn’t know when he made a habit of eavesdropping on the senior when they tell him to stop worrying and go have fun with his friends, but he does and it’s a few days before he puts his finger on it but eventually he realizes that something is off about their conversations.
Stiles isn’t talking.
Well, he is, but not nearly enough. The seniors’ conversation is usually dominated by Stiles and Lydia bouncing ideas off each other, Kira asking helpful questions to lead them in the right direction, Malia inserting her suggestions, and Scott taking all the available information and turning it into a workable plan. But lately… Stiles is sometimes there but there are gaps where he should be, but he’s not, as if he is just leaning back and letting the conversation flow around him instead of contributing and that’s not-
There’s so much going on and maybe the other’s assume it’s because Scott has ignored Stiles’ frequent protestations against Theo and so maybe they don’t hear the difference, but not Liam. Liam spends entire lunches ignoring Mason (and then having to apologize over and over) and class periods turning the idea over in his mind and-
It itches at him until he can’t ignore it and so he investigates. He wasn’t great at dissecting Theo’s scent for Stiles but Stiles and Scott have been there for him every full moon for months and Stiles is the one who drives him everywhere and so he knows the ins and outs of Stiles’ scent. At least, he does when he knows to focus on it.
He confirms that something is wrong but he just doesn’t know what.
And then Liam is taking a strategic bathroom break from History class (because honestly how much can one girl glare daggers at a guy before he needs a break?) and that’s when he hears it. The shuddering, broken gasps of a panic attack. Of Stiles.
idk what everyone elses characterisation of moon is but nugget is like that cat who acts like they dont care but sits in the same room as u all the time and also has to be carried everywhere when you get up to go somewhere else
WRITE MISSY AND CLARA WATCHING A FILM TOGETHER OMG
“They didn’t even look like that, you know.”
Clara yelps, maltesers flying in every direction as she leaps up from her bed, laptop clutched in her hands, ready to strike the intruder. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light of the room and, when they do, her mouth drops open.
“I mean, where are the feathers?” The Time Lady continues as if nothing had happened, as if there was absolutely nothing strange about her suddenly being in Clara’s bed. “Velociraptors looked more like demonic chickens than those overgrown lizards you were watching.”
They stare at each other in silence until Clara is certain that her heart actually isn’t going to burst out of her chest. “Did you honestly just interrupt my movie night and almost give me a heart attack purely to criticize the historical inaccuracy of Jurassic Park?”
“I was bored, if you must know, and I felt like seeing what my favourite puppy was up to,” Missy says. “Making you squeal was a completely unintentional bonus.”
“I’m not a puppy,” Clara doesn’t even acknowledge the second part, instead frowning at the chocolates scattered across the floor. “And you owe me food.”
“Well, I’ll tell you what,” Missy makes herself comfortable, stretching out and patting the empty space beside her on the bed. “You sit back down and finish watching your ridiculous little bald dinosaurs with me, and I’ll take you to the planet that inspired Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I’ll even refrain from dropping you in the chocolate lake.” She even crosses over her hearts with a finger.
Clara eyes her warily for a moment, but does. Missy spends the rest of the film telling her about the time she let a baryonyx and a pterosaur loose on 5th century England. “People have been raving about dragons ever since.”
Phanniemay Day 5 - Underappreciated + Day 13 - Childhood
And with “Underappreciated” I mean “That one character that appeared only once and nobody remembers”
Let me refresh your memory:
I bet he was a lonely child who loved watching cartoons in the morning and was kind of too obsessed with them.
Now I want everyone to give me a 10k+ word essay about why nobody talks about this kid
No, but for real though
Why nobody ever talks about him? I know there are many other characters who deserve much more attention than this one filler character but
He is terrifying, it was one of the few things on Danny Phantom that really terrified me when I was a kid because
HE IS A LONELY CHILD IN A BIG ROOM WITH NOTHING BUT A TV AND A FEW TOYS IN IT THAT TURNS HIS HEAD 180 DEGREES AND TURNS INTO A BIG MONSTER WHEN YOU BOTHER HIMand that is really terrifying horror movie material ok bye