never liked anyone this much before

Efi and Torbjörn though.

Like, the dude has already a bazillion kids, and if you consider that Rein probably only visits on holidays/when he can spare the time and that Ana’s last contact with small children was about two decades ago, Torbjörn is really the only guy who has any idea how to act around a child.

He’s the one to tell D.Va (from a safe distance, mind you) that children of Efi’s age may be geniuses but they have yet to learn that intricate balance between ‘just enough sweets’ and ‘sugar high’ (some *cough* McCree *cough* never learn it) and that Mountain Dew is not a healthy choice for anyone, much less a pre-teen.

When Jack tries to live up to his Dad reputation Torbjörn runs interference and advises him to buy Efi a nerf gun first before he lets her use his rifle for target practice.

Ana tries to remember what Fareeha was like at that age and gifts Efi toys fit for a six year old instead because at some point you just forget kids aren’t all the same from age 1 to 12. 

So at the end of that day it’s Torb and Efi sitting around a table, the latter making a memo to sign the team up for babysitting because people, this is shameful, and Efi wondering if she’s part of an elaborate prank or if those really are the people who save the world on a regular basis.

It’s alright, though, because Ana’s well-meaning but inappropriate gift features all the necessary parts for an impromptu engineering project and she may not yet possess the muscle tone to fire Jack’s rifle but he’s let her have one of his biotic fields (in the true nature of a man who will give a child anything they want as long as they go away and keep quiet) and she’s already in the process of reverse engineering it and Torbjörn is as great an engineer as she is so they’re bound to have some fun.

I am very nervous to do this, but I feel like many of you have never met anyone of my faith before, and I very much would like clear up confusion or misconceptions and generally foster an open, understanding culture with all of you. So that said, if you have any good faith questions please know that i’m not at all offended by ignorance and I’m very happy to speak with you

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the play of the game is pharah proposing to mercy

Imagine buying Newt a new bow-tie before he leaves to go back to England.

Imagine the hurt on his face when he takes it from your hand, because he never thought he’d mean that much to anyone before. Living in the shadows of his brother has injured his self-confidence so much that he starts crying when you give it to him. Some moments felt like maybe only his creatures could care for him so adoringly.

Imagine him staring at it before tearing up, and he has to explain, “You didn’t have to. I—” He stops and clears his throat. What he wanted to finish was with, ‘I don’t deserve such gratitude.’ Wiping his eye with the back of his hand, he looks around for something to distract his train of emotions.

You can see the words on his facial expression, and you take a step forward. Hesitantly, at first before standing in front of him. He shuffles from foot to foot before glancing up at you, his fingers tracing the fabric of the bow-tie. For such a mundane exchange, he was getting far too emotional. You smile gently, cupping his shoulder, “I wanted to. It’s a gift… And if you ever wear it, I want you to remember what you did for us, for…” You took a deep breath in, and the chilly dock air stung your lungs, “For me… As sentimental and selfish as it is, I guess I don’t want you to forget about me.”

Those words rattled inside of him as he snapped the small box containing the bow-tie shut before shuffling into his beautiful jacket. Newt smiled at the object as it disappeared there, before directing his grin at you. “I’ve nothing to thank you with, that seems inconsiderate now…” You shrugged your shoulders, watching him reach down to grab his case before snapping one of the open prongs shut. He laughed quietly to himself, before feeling the sudden roll of sadness, “I’ve nothing for you but a few words. Those being, you’ll see me again someday. When my book is done, I’ll come visit you. Now that I’ve encountered New York, I doubt I could stay away for much long. The excitement sort of… Grows on you.”

“I look forward to it, Mr. Scamander.” You chuckled, “Don’t be too long.”

“Heavens no, I’d miss it too much.” Newt joked back, taking a few steps backwards to step onto the ship. 

“Good luck.” You said loud enough for him to hear. Something crackled in your voice as you spoke, something that Newt had caught onto and made him pause his motions.

“And to you, (Name).” Newt replied and reached into his pocket to trace the thin box you had given him only minutes ago. He had always hated saying goodbye, because some where more permanent than others; whether intentionally or unintentionally. He turned, his back now facing you. But alas, it was only a few paces forward he got in before turning around to look at you once again. As if in this very second, he needed one more glance to remember what you looked like, what your expression was, what your eyes appeared to be showing. He needed to remember these things. 

He falls, defeated to his emotions and takes the few paces forward once again to stand in front of you. Surely, it was an action you weren’t expecting and the physical closeness of his body was greater than it was before. “I couldn’t leave without asking something, (Name).” You raised your eyebrows, “It’s nothing bad!” He defended to your surprised face, “I just wanted to know if… When-” He changed his words quickly, “When I come back to New York, may I repay you for buying me a new bow-tie?”

This question made you laugh. Throwing your head back, tears finally trickled from your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks as you nodded in response, “That sounds fair.”

“I look forward to it.” Newt gave you a half smile, reaching a hand forward and wiping away your tears. You relished in the last bit of slow affection he dared give you before whispering quietly to you, and only to you, “Only a little while. I’ll pay you back, I do promise. and I am quite good at standing by promises I’ve made.”

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You can definitely see the envy in Carl. Especially when Negan brings him in and shows him all the Saviors bowing down to him. After Negan leaves he sort of stays for a second and goes to the rail and tests it out. He considers it. He’s never seen anyone with this much power before. No one has that much respect for Rick, so for him, that’s crazy, and kind of a cool thing for him to see. For Negan to kind of hint at offering that to Carl, it’s really surreal for him.

Also, Negan’s the only one who treats him like an adult. He’s the only one who sees Carl as an equal. No one else has that kind of respect for Carl. The more Negan treats him as an adult, the more Rick treats him like a kid, and that’s a problem.

—  Chandler Riggs talking about Carl being seduced by Negan’s way of life (x)
{PART 4} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; As Jungkook learns more about you and your life, you find yourself wondering what it would be like to date a man of his power - before asking him something you’d never thought he’d say yes to; not in a million years.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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baby just take aim

for @agrabitches, because she puts up with me


In four years with the Wellies, Jack had never had a nickname stick.

(It was two years before anyone even tried giving him one, because somehow the boys read ‘crippling anxiety’ as ‘completely boring’ and never bothered. Then a small blond with a penchant for pet names and pies came in with a Mr. Zimmermann and, like all other aspects of his life, everything changed.)

His first season with the Falconers is much the same.

Tater calls him Zimmboni for about two weeks before Thirdy drunkenly announces the name is ‘no good.’ “Jacky-boy doesn’t clean up the ice,” he tells the faces that haven’t asked. “He wrecks it.” They cheer and they drink and the subject is, Jack hopes, dropped.

It isn’t.

They try Zimmy next, and Zimms, and then just Zimmer; each lasts a game or two before the awkward shuffling in the locker room as whichever teammate (not friends, not yet, but at least he goes out with them once or twice when asked now) stutters out how it’s not right. It just doesn’t fit. “Sorry man,” Marty pats his shoulder. “You’re just a hard dude to nickname.”

Jack tries to smile but isn’t sure he succeeds. “So I’ve been told,” he manages dryly, but really he just wants to go - not home. His apartment, sure. To bed, yeah. But he hasn’t once called or even thought of his place in Providence as home. 

Instead he goes out with the team to celebrate the win, half because his parents and his therapist have been urging him to start setting down a root or two and half because an earlier text said that Bitty was going to a movie with the Frogs and wouldn’t be home until later.

Maybe it’s because that’s already the direction his mind was taking, but he gets to the bar and can’t help thinking about Bitty. Maybe it’s because that’s already the direction his mind was taking - or maybe it’s the song blasting over the speakers that he can’t help but recognize. “Beyoncé,” he says mostly to himself, because it’s a lesson that he’s had drilled into his brain over the years.

Snowy laughs when he overhears. “Of fucking course,” and he slaps Tater’s arm to get his attention. “Of course this Canadian motherfucker doesn’t get a single fucking one of our references, but fucking recognizes Beyoncé in under ten seconds.”

Tater laughs his sweet, infectious laugh and slings an arm across Jack’s shoulders. “Of course he know,” and the sentence trails off into a rather enthusiastic, if off-key, rendition of the chorus. “Everyone know Beyoncé, even Jacky Z.”

The table shakes from the force of Guy pounding his fist onto it; it startles Tater and Jack, and gets the attention of the other players (and the surrounding tables). “Holy mother of hockey,” and Guy turns his too sharp, too serious gaze on Jack. “Jack Zimmermann.” When blank stares and a few confused nods are all the words earn him, the knuckles around his glass go white. “Jack Zimmermann,” he tells them again, voice gruff. “J.Z.

There’s a stunned, almost reverent silence around the table as six of the seven men accept the words like a sudden lightening bolt of truth, and the seventh wishes desperately that he had never come tonight. “Jay-Z,” they whisper among themselves, and Jack knows without knowing how that this will be the one that sticks.


Later, when he’s laying in bed in the apartment that still isn’t home, Jack rubs the back of his neck and admits over Skype “So they gave me a nickname today.”

Bittle is, predictably, thrilled for him. “Honey, that’s great news! I’m so proud of you for getting out with the team mor-”

“It’s my initials.”

There’s a moment where Jack watches his face fall and knows that Bitty is concerned that maybe the initials is a sign he’s not being welcomed, followed by a moment where his eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he says the letters to himself. The resulting pause is broken by a stuttering start-stop of Bitty’s mouth opening and closing wordlessly, and finally a cut-off shriek. “Oh my - I never - all this time and - I can’t believe I - of course - oh my-” He gropes weakly at the screen of his laptop, voice gone progressively squeakier. “Jay-Z.”

For a moment the under-decorated bedroom feels a little bit more comfortable, a little bit more like a place he could be happy, and Jack laughs. “I think I’m a little bit ashamed for you that someone else realized first.”

“Don’t you chirp me over this,” his glare is rendered ineffective by the way his face splits into a beaming smile. “I just found out I’m dating Jay-Z.”

Jack hums a few bars of a familiar tune. “Hey, Ms. Carter.”

Super Moon: Part 2 

Remus: *stumbles into the Potter’s house, body torn and bleeding* 

James: *gapes* R-Remus? 

Remus: *hears the distant sound of voices* *eyes flutter open* 

James: *muffled voice seeps in from the kitchen* -so bad Lils… I don’t know what to do.  

Lily: Do you think this has something to do with the missions Albus assigned him?

James: I can’t think of any other reason why he’d miss a moon… his transformations are so much harder without us. He won’t tell me what’s happening. He won’t tell anyone… Merlin… I’ve never seen him like this before. 

*silence* 

James: Whatever Albus has him doing… I think Moons is in way over his head. 

Remus: *cringes, glancing down at the bandages around his chest* *stares as blood starts seeping through* Fuck… *slowly lifts himself off of the bed, trembling* *stumbles into the bathroom* 

James: Remus? Are you up?

Remus: *weakly* I’m up, just going to take a bath… *turns the tap on and watches the steam fill the room, drowning out James’ response* 

Remus: *vision blurs as a cloud of red slowly pours out into the water* 

*CLICK* 

Remus: *freezes* 

Remus: *quietly* Wh-who’s there? 

Remus: *waits a moment, his eyes on the door* James?

*silence* 

Remus: *slowly lies back, the red water covering him* *suddenly jumps and sits up as the door opens* 

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Binding Damage

I bound my breasts almost full time for around 2 years before I had my mastectomy. As a result, my lung capacity is reduced and the muscles around my ribcage are still much less strong than they were before I began binding, even though it has been over a year now since I have worn a binder or even a bra. I even bound ‘safely’ using an Underworks compression vest in the correct size, never with ace bandages or any other methods. I still can’t take a full, deep breath like I used to. 

Does anyone have any tricks to regaining lung capacity and strengthening the rib/chest/abdominal muscles after binding? I’m not sure how to increase lung capacity itself or how to exercise the particular muscles that have been effected but I’d like to regain some strength if possible. 

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10 Things Johnny has never told anyone…

1. He is awful jealous of Ponyboy, he knows just how much Darry has sacrificed to keep his family together, and Johnny craves to know a love like that.
2. Johnny has tried to kill himself, but he failed each time. 
3. His biggest fear is dying young, unloved and alone. 
4. Sylvia got him blind drunk to the point that he can hardly remember a single strand of information from the night before, but he woke up as naked as the day he was brought into this world. She used him. 
5. Dally found out and boy was he pissed, but never at Johnny. No, he was pissed off at Sylvia, and boy if she wasn’t a girl, he’d have broken every bone in her worthless body.
6. Johnny’s mother cared about her son once upon a time. Until he grew up looking like the man that beat her senseless every single day. She began to hate Johnny with every fiber of her being. She told this to Johnny and he bawled his eyes out. 
7. Johnny cried in Darry’s arms for hours on end the night they found him bloodied and broken, he begged Darry not to tell anyone. Darry didn’t utter a word about it.
8. When he was a child he would sit up in the trees and watch all the other little kids that had loving parent’s and he wondered why he wasn’t good enough to have a family like that. 
9. The first time he felt love was from someone he didn’t share blood with. Mrs Curtis had been getting quite attached to the small greaser and when he stayed the night she would tuck him into bed right next to Ponyboy and tell them a bed time story, and then she would kiss them both on their foreheads, telling them both just how much she loved and appreciated them. 
10. Each Christmas that passed he wouldn’t get a single thing, his parent’s always told him it was because he wasn’t good enough to get a present from Santa Claus.

soft apologies│a.i

for mine and @calumsbicth‘s valentine blurb night

credit to the original owner of the gif

Requested: yes

Pairing: Ashton x Reader

Warning: smut (oh shit), swearing.

Description: When Ashton forgets about Valentine’s Date he has with Y/N, thoughts and emotions immediately start running through her mind. 

The clinging sound of your heels filled the kitchen as you prepared the last things for the night. Candles, home-made meal, flowers, everything was perfect. You always hated Valentine’s because you never had anyone to celebrate it with. Your last couple of relationships would always end right before the 14th, so it was not even weird that you were looking that much forward to the night. It all seemed like a movie. You had bought new lingerie, made him food like you were some kind of mum - even though you had to call Calum to get him to help you. Nothing could go wrong.

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washingtonpost.com
I was born before women could vote. Now I’m voting for one for president.
Hillary Clinton won my support.

I never thought much about a woman being president, or about any women who might have been good presidents. There were no role models for that. When Hillary Clinton was in the White House as first lady, I never imagined her running for president. But I also never thought much about whether we would have a black president before I voted for Barack Obama in 2008. I was astonished when he was elected. He also happens to be the best president we’ve had in my lifetime. He has such a dynamic personality, in his own quiet way.

When it came time to decide for whom to vote this year, I didn’t like Bernie Sanders or anyone on the Republican side. (I have no comment on Donald Trump.) I was centered on Hillary. I feel she’s qualified. What she’s done for the past 30 years or more is make her mark on the world. She’s well-known and well-loved all over the world. And she has tremendous and powerful experience.

Read more: I was born before women could vote. Now, I’m voting for one for president.

morrigan was raised by an abusive mother. we know that she was emotionally abused and subjected to forms of neglect

although you may not like her, its important to realize the reasons behind her cold demeanour and somewhat harsh beliefs. flemeth was a horrible mother 

the warden, if befriended, is her first friend ever. she’s never before been in constant contact with anyone but her abusive parent

the way she grows with the warden is reason enough to reevaluate whatever previous thoughts you’ve had about “how much of a bitch she is”. she develops a sense of caring and loyalty. her growth is an important part of her character arc when you take into consideration her isolated and cruel childhood 

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Theirs was the love that was meant to be, but wasn’t meant to last.

Okay, so...

As the self-appointed “one-woman Lapidot Defense Squad”, I feel the need to speak about the fact that I keep seeing people friendzoning the ship (in our tag, a lot of the time) and/or saying that we’re delusional.

Firstly - what is respecting each other’s opinions?

Secondly - no.

Like…

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

Look at this.

Originally posted by giffing-amethyst

Peridot has never looked at anyone else in quite that way before.  It’s very deliberate and lingering - and even continues on after the camera angle changes.  This is no meaningless “micro-expression” which you’d have to pause in order to make out (which can make anyone look like they have a crush on someone, honestly), this is something very important indeed.  It’s very typical of how animated characters look at their crush/love interest/romantic partner, actually…

(Just two of very, very many examples)

It’s in the posture and the hand gestures as much as the facial expression.

Also - look at Lapis!  Look how deeply she blushes.  Why does she have to look away from Peridot?  Whilst the sun comes out and brightens the scene, at that?

Since then, they’ve obviously been living together, and get closer every time we see them.

From a narrative point of view, why would they stop living together in this way?  That’s right - they wouldn’t!  As I’ve said before, it’d be bad storytelling to split them up now.  All that build up to just tear it back down?  Nah.  There’s also the small matter of the “meep morp” book and the 2018 calendar - which both depict Peridot and Lapis standing outside the barn together.  So clearly, their relationship is important enough to feature in official merchandise now.  They’re also going to be in some of the upcoming comics together.  Almost as if… I dunno… we’re supposed to associate Peridot with Lapis, and Lapis with Peridot?  Notice that they’re not being depicted with any other Gems - it’s just the two of them.

They’ve also been shown to be in amazing harmony with each other in the show, such as…

Originally posted by ms-paint-peridot

…by perfectly mirroring each other’s facial expressions and by Peridot just knowing that Lapis would high-five her…

Originally posted by i-gwarth

…by having a sense of humour that only they understand (which is very typical of romantic couples)…

Originally posted by musical-gopher

Originally posted by roses-fountain

…by helping and supporting each other (this is no one-sided relationship)…

Originally posted by giffing-lazuli

Originally posted by ditto132

…by having shared interests and doing things together as a pair…

Originally posted by entediadoateamorte

…by raising a “child” together (I mean, really, Peridot’s even trying to teach him to speak, and he’s been referred to as “a new addition to [the Lapidot] family”)…

Originally posted by musical-gopher

…and just by being so genuinely happy and relaxed around each other.

There’s plenty of evidence for this ship - and even if we don’t get canon confirmation in the end, it’s obvious enough at this point for us to draw the conclusion that they will, in fact, become a couple.  Even casual viewers who I know (who aren’t a part of the fandom or anything) have been saying it’s “blatant”.  If their relationship stays as-is, and they’re still living together at the barn away from the other Gems when the show ends, then as far as I’m concerned we’ve basically sailed.

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Slow burn Yuri/Otabek with demi!Yuri and lots of texting as a belated birthday present for for @limitlessmonster. [Read on AO3]

Yuri grows up, grows older and grows into himself. Otabek helps. It just takes a while to get there.

Texting with Otabek, when it first happens, is fortunately not something anyone bothers to comment on.

While Yuri is not as much of a social media addict as he could be, when he is not on the ice he is instead glued to his phone, like any self-respecting teenager should be.

And it’s not like Yuri has never texted with people before. There’s Yuuko, and some other skaters still in the Junior division, classmates from Russia, even though he never exactly considered any of them his friends. It’s just that, with Otabek, Yuri is actually smiling down on his phone.

“Oh, Yuri, you’re smiling?” Mila had asked once, curiously cocking her eyebrow at him.

“Funny cat video,” he had told her, making to hold out his phone to her, “Do you wanna-?”

Luckily, she had immediately made herself scarce then. Everyone knew that once Yuri started pulling out the cat videos he didn’t stop until he ran out of battery.

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We don’t use “diaries” anymore
those are meant for secrets 
and we have none. 
We let them spill out of our bodies 
and onto paper 
that resemble bloodied bandages 
because it’s the only way 
we are going to heal. 
We turn our pain into poetry 
because anything that 
hurts this much has to mean
something. 
And even though we are desperate 
for anyone to listen 
our language is in letters
that we will never send. 
We romanticize our pain like it’s the
only lover we will ever know.
Love is our god and we are each our own devils. 
We are too fragile for this world, 
ceremoniously destroying ourselves 
before anyone else can do it for us 
yet we still can’t understand why we’re so broken.
—  SAD GIRL CULTURE

I don’t even ship Sheith and I hate that I feel the need to defend a ship that I’m not? Even into?? But the Voltron fandom is already being so fucking stupid and kicking up the ship wars AGAIN, after its barely been a DAY since the new season came out, so lemme say this. Katara considered Aang to be like a little brother for quite a long while before they, you know, fell in love and got married and had three kids. Yuuri said he didn’t want Victor to be his boyfriend early on and now they’re literally engaged and flashing those rings all over the place. Korra thought Asami was her romantic rival at one point, and now they’re dating. Relationships can and do change. And many, MANY popular ships in fandom have been described as ‘brotherly’ at some point or other, which never stopped anyone (a recent LOTR rewatch reminded me of how much I ship Aragorn with Boromir. My brother, my captain, my king! Oh no, he said the ‘b’ word! Guess I can’t ship it anymore! Except nah.)

If that 'you’re like a brother to me’ line kills the ship for you? That’s fine! But latching onto that one line as some kind of solid proof that this ship is over and done for and nobody can ship it ever again, that’s just silly and a whole lot of reaching by desperate people who just want an excuse to start more shit.

Like, if you aren’t into Sheith for any reason, that is totally fine! Like I said, i don’t ship it either and prefer it as platonic friendship. But spamming up the Voltron tags with ship hate and smug bullshit about how the ship is dead just makes this fandom even more garbage than it already was. Now honestly, I’m probably gonna bow out of this fandom again because it’s been less than 24 hours and it’s already insufferable. Farewell!

on the left is a victoria secret model, and on the right is me. there was a time, i would have put these pictures side by side, and used it as a “goal” to get to. i actually went into a victoria secret shop once, about a year ago, with my friend, and whilst she was trying something on in the changing room, and i was waiting, i was trying to hold back the tears, they just started running down my face, and i was desperately wiping them away before anyone saw. it was all too much in there, all them what i deemed as “perfect” girls plastered all over the walls, and my mind was racing with “why don’t i look like them” “why can’t i achieve that” “i’ll never be like them” and looking back, i feel so saddened that i ever felt like that. (my friend didn’t know, so it obviously wasn’t her fault that it happened, she was just shopping in there, bless her❤️) but now, today, i don’t envy those girls, NOT ONE LITTLE BIT. i’ve read up about their diets, and some days they have detoxing where they literally eat just vegetables, and like hours before the show they aren’t allowed liquid, like hello?? we need to drink?? it’s just crazy. it’s their choice and i completely understand that, but i’m just saying that there was a time i would have admired how strict they are with themselves, but today is so different. i want to enjoy food, i’ve rid my life of diets, i’ve found self love, and i want to eat cake and ice cream, when i want cake and ice cream, like chocolate?? who doesn’t love chocolate?? i just don’t envy their bodies or their lifestyles anymore, and that’s just a GLO UP for me. YOU DONT NEED TO LOOK LIKE THOSE GIRLS. YOU NEED TO LOOK LIKE YOU. YOU YOU YOU. whatever body shape, or size you are, that’s perfect, and that’s what makes you YOU.

not a Calvin Klein ad lol 😝😝😝

(hope this isn’t triggering💗)