no but look at these two goobs

anonymous asked:

In my head mittens evolves into kittens wearing mittens and then they're wearing little wizard hats too and ITS JUST SO CUTE YOUR BLOG JUST CONJURES UP CUTE MAGICAL KITTENS AND IDK WHY BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCH. :)

OH GOLLY.

I replied to a similar sort of comment not two weeks ago here:

http://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/160875761090/i-have-something-to-admit-bc-mittens-is-such-a

Long story short, on dark January night way back in 2010 when I was trying to pick a twitter handle, I looked over at my cat, and the most recent nickname I gave him was Mittens Morgul, and I couldn’t come up with anything better, so it stuck. :P

The cat in question:

He’s such a goob. :D

ruwithmeguys  asked:

I'm so sorry about this but it's BUGGING me (what bugs me bugs me). I've completely forgotten the age differences between Terry, Abigail and Jon. Are they in the Legacies fic? I can go look there (I was asked this by someone else recently too O_o).

Terry is two years older than Jon, who is six and a bit years older than Abby.

Here’s a list of birthdays!

Never be sorry about asking me questions. Never ever sorry, nope. I like talking about these goobs.

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Wilbur: he keeps working and working until finally, he gets it! The first working time machine! Then, he keeps working and working until finally, he gets it again! The second working time machine!

Lewis: Kinda small.

Wilbur: I’m assuming that’s a joke. I’m ignoring you for time reasons. This, my friend, is merely a model, because unfortunately, time machine number two is in the hands of the Bowler Hat Guy!

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Franny: Wilbur, what have you done? How could you bring HIM here?

Wilbur: That… is an excellent question.

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Lewis: Why is your dog wearing glasses?

Grandpa Bud: Oh, because his insurance won’t pay for contacts.

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Lewis: I don’t even know what I’m doing.

Wilbur: Keep moving forward.

Lewis: I mean, this stuff is way too advanced for me.

Wilbur: Keep moving forward.

Lewis: And what if I can’t fix this, what are we going to do?

Wilbur: Keep moving forward.

Lewis: Why do you keep saying that? And don’t just say keep moving forward!

Wilbur: It’s my dad’s motto.

Lewis: Why would his motto be keep moving forward?

Wilbur: It’s what he does.

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Lewis: [after the Tyrannosaurus crashes through the wall] Why didn’t you tell me you had a pet dinosaur?

Wilbur: Uhhh… because we don’t!

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Lewis: Wait, what does Cornelius look like?

Wilbur: …Tom Selleck.

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Mr. Willerstein: All right, Lewis, knock em’ dead. That was a figure of speech. Please don’t kill anyone.

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Receptionist: Yes. What time is your appointment?

[Doris beeps, motions to the clock]

Bowler Hat Guy: Uh… big hand on the… oh! Two o'clock.

Receptionist: You’re the two o'clock?

Bowler Hat Guy: Yes, I am!

Receptionist: [suspiciously] You’re Mary Johnson?

Bowler Hat Guy: Um… yes. Mary’s short for… um…

Receptionist: Marion?

Bowler Hat Guy: Um… can that be a boy’s name?

Receptionist: Yes.

Bowler Hat Guy: Then yes!

Receptionist: [sighs] Have a seat.

Bowler Hat Guy: Oh, goody!

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Lewis: Goob, I had no idea!

Bowler Hat Guy: Shut up! And don’t call me “Goob”! How many evil villians do you know that can pull off a name like “Goob”? Bleh!

Lewis: Look, I’m sorry your life turned out so bad. But don’t blame me you messed it up yourself. You just focused on the bad stuff when all you had to do was… let go of the past and keep moving forward…

Bowler Hat Guy: Hmm, let’s see… take responsiblity for my own life or blame you? Dingdingdingdingding! Blame you wins hands down!

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Michael “Goob” Yagoobian: [holding the steak up to his black eye] Mr. Steak, you’re my only friend.

Bowler Hat Guy: The… game didn’t go so well, huh?

Michael “Goob” Yagoobian: No. I fell asleep in the ninth inning. And I missed the winning catch. Then I got beat up. Afterward, Coach took me aside. He told me to let it go. I don’t know, he’s probably right.

Bowler Hat Guy: No! Everyone will tell you to let it go and move on, but don’t! Instead, let it fester and boil inside of you! Take these feelings and lock them away. Let them fuel your actions. Let hate be your ally, and you will be capable of wonderful, horrid things. Heed my words, Goob: don’t let it go.

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CEO: Very well, Miss… Johnson?

Bowler Hat Guy: Um, it’s Ms.

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Around here, however, we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things, because we’re curious… and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths. - Walt Disney

Heartlines

Summary: During a trip to L.A. and after reuniting with Chris for the first time following a month apart, he has a surprise adventure planned and a very important question to ask.

W/C: 2831

Chris Evans x OFC (written in 2nd person)

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve ever written & been brave enough to share. Thank you to all of you who proofread it, encouraged me to write it, and made sure I posted it (you know who you are). I’m really happy with it & would love your feedback!

Warnings:

You had finished your afternoon meeting with the director and producers early and were headed home to see Chris. You loved when work brought you to LA., not because you didn’t love New York, but because it meant you could fall asleep next to Chris in person, rather than through a pixelated Skype call. You turned off the highway, headed to the hills. The speed limit felt at least ten miles slower than usual, and you couldn’t help but tap your finger impatiently on the steering wheel as you went.

Your flight had arrived late the night before, and Chris had early morning press to do, so you had opted to take a cab from LAX and let him sleep. Upon getting in the door, there was a “Welcome Home” note left on the table with your favorite bag of potato chips alongside as a late night snack. Pajamas were laid out for you at the foot of the bed, and you hesitated before crawling in with him, purposefully admiring how strong yet how delicate he looked, snoring quietly. Upon sliding under the covers, you received a sleepy kiss, and were immediately pinned against him for the night (Chris called it spooning…but when his arm is the size of your thigh, there’s not much room to move).

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anonymous asked:

Hello I'm a 2jae shipper I'm so inlove with those two xD what do you think will be the situation if someday Youngjae will get a punishment if he looses and the members will have to kiss him ???? do you think JB will do it? kekekek lol ????btw your blog is so cute !!! I live for your captions :))))

!!!!! tbh youngjae would hate to do it, but still be pushed too, or jackson would volunteer as tribute. XD (lol i feel like one of those scenario or imagine blogs now)

mark: he’d be the first one to do it. he’d just full on grab youngjae’s face with both hands and give him a long kiss on the cheek (his back would be towards the photographers so it’d look like a lips kiss). youngjae would yell in youngrish after like “markuuuu wh Y? Why?” and make a grossed out face while mark would giggle and probs hop or run back to the others.

jinyoung: he’d probably do a back hug kiss but fail and end up kissing youngjae’s ear, neck, or jaw. they’d be embarrassed and silent with youngjae’s face probably looking like- :U until jinyoung would shove him/hit him so they’d both end up laughing.

yugyeom: he’s just a passionate and cute tol smol. he’d give youngjae a forehead, nose, or backhug cheek kiss, all the while- both would be giggling like mad. youngjae would probably push yugyeom to go back to the others because yugyeom seems like the type to want to kiss more the more you struggle.

bambam: this goob would probably be the only one youngjae would actually physically struggle to keep off himself because he probs knows bambam be looking for revenge from all those “nom” kisses he gave him before. bambam would open his mouth so wide and plant a huge kiss on youngjae’s cheek. youngjae would probably push laughing bambam off and if he wore a hat, he’d probably throw it on the floor by now.

jb: this can go in two directions based on how jb chooses to react tbh. either with goofy confidence or as an embarrassed adolescent school boy (since they’re both more private people and more affectionate behind the scenes). if he chose goofy, jb would just stride up to youngjae do the same thing as mark ( grab his face with both hands and kiss on the cheek with his back to the photographers) but run away straight afterwards. or he could be a shy schoolboy and make it awkward and embarrassing for both of them- he’d grab youngjae’s hand- swing it a little- and kiss the back of it, or he’d do a back hug kiss but do something awkward like kiss his neck and they’d both crumble to the ground in agony at the awkward embarrassment. either or- they’d be the ones with the most tension.

jackson: LOL SIKE- JACKSON WOULD CREATE MORE TENSION THAN JB BUT ALSO MAKE IT FUNNIER- BECAUSE HE’S CAPABLE OF DOING BOTH AT THE SAME TIME. I kept jackson for last because he’d save the awkward embarrassing atmosphere of 2jae and make everyone laugh. since youngjae’s tall- he’d dip youngjae back and make a scene as he’d kiss youngjae on the cheek or something. i feel like they’re the only ones capable of kissing fully on the lips by accident and they’d still remain the same afterwards. sure they’d both scream to let out the tension, but youngjae would overexaggerate with his reaction probably fake vomiting everywhere- jackson would laugh at first and soon get offended and want to kiss youngjae again saying it’s not a big deal. XD

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Ya know, you’re really pretty….


Amelia rest with her cheek flat on the low table in Alice’s room. Evening set on quickly during the winter months and the room’s only illumination was the light from the laptop. Alice sat there, tacking away at the keys with purpose, eyes focused on the screen while she finalized the essay for their group project. Amelia had come over for the weekend to work on it. Where she had been the mastermind behind a majority of the initial ideas, Alice had taken it upon herself to solidify the work and make it more presentable. The spirited American had been more than willing to relinquish the role, and now the two of them sat together in the dark, both exhausted, wavering on the edge of sleep.

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5SOS. Weather & Noise

I really want to write about the sons, but this just came easier. Hope it’s alright.


Fluttering slowly in a daze, his eyes opened with ease and, while dowsed in afternoon sunlight, Michael was positive that this was the best he felt in a very long time. He had his wife’s head resting on his shoulder, his arm snug, snuck, but comfortable beneath her with his two year old son fast asleep on his other side, drooling onto his loose plaid shirt.  Michael smiled to himself, in shock, but impressed he was able to reach such a level of euphoria at all, let alone in a Los Angeles hotel room. He had his family under one roof and peacefully surrounding him. It actually took him a moment to realize that Emmeline wasn’t actually there, curled up in the crevice her mother’s legs made and napping herself. The whole reason they all laid down in the first place was because she was cranky and both her and her brother were ready to crash. Michael pulled his head up by his neck, careful not to disturb his sleeping wife, and looked from one wall of the room to the huge window that led out to a generous balcony. He was nearly blinded by sunlight, but still, there was no sign of Emmeline. She was prone to doing whatever she wanted, walking out of hotel rooms before and into one of the ones her uncles’s were staying in and sometimes just hanging out with crew or riding the elevators. Michael panicked briefly before hearing the sound of loud painful coughing coming from behind the bathroom door. While relieved by the knowledge of his daughter still being near, he didn’t feel at all comforted by the puking noise. He wrestled for his arm back from underneath his wife and watched as she naturally moved into the space on the bed he was leaving as he rose up and slid off the wrinkled comforter.

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