Translation: O helga natt (Oh Holy Night)

(Isak receives a text)

From Even:
Dear Isak. Now I’m sitting where we met one another for the first time, and I’m thinking about you. It’s soon 21:21. I want to say a thousand things to you. I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for not telling you I’m bipolar. I was afraid of losing you. Had forgotten that it’s impossible to lose anybody, that all people are alone anyway. In another place in the universe, we’re together forever. Remember that. Love you. Even

(Isak leaves the concert)

Isak: You’re not alone.


Dear Isak. I am now sitting where we first met each other and thinking about you. Soon it’s 21:21. There’s a thousand things I want to say to you.  Sorry for scaring you. Sorry for hurting you. Sorry for not telling you I’m bipolar. I was afraid of losing you. I’d forgotten it’s not possible to lose someone, everyone’s alone anyway. Another place in the universe we’re together for all eternity, remember that. Love you. Even.”

  • greg: soooooooooooooooo how's fatherhood
  • john: fuckin awesome as a colonoscopy greg
  • john: yeah love that infant
  • john: always making a mess
  • john: never cleans up. never does the fuckin taxes
  • john: one time it puked on me
  • john: never lets me sleep
  • john: god damn it, it doesn't even thank me???? i mean it could thank me from time to time?? is that too much to ask? i mean i've been a father for like a week now, i've changed like three diapers, i think it's time for the baby to look after Me
  • john *texts baby*: agra jr, make me a sandwich, i earned it
  • greg:
  • greg: i'm sorry i asked

To whatever is the name of the man who wants do make a American version of Skam:

Are you sure that you still want make a American version of Skam after this clip? Do you really think that you’ll be able to produce something as beautiful and emotinal as this? Because I’m fucking serious when I say that NOBODY has the right to mess with this scene that is now one of my favorites.


After messing around with the kids version, I thought I’ll try with adult ones, It’s not hat capable, I’m sorry TuT but I still hope you guys will like them, bits and pieces taken from ea’s hairsss. heheh.. enjoy! ❤️ it is base game capable!

Download here // (hair N01 to N04 included in zipfile)

/Tou for dem hairss/
uh, standard tou I suppose & feel free to recolor but please do not include mesh and claim it as yours. (even when mine looks shitty ;u;) anything else, just ask c: I don’t bite. 🐱

Thank you and feel free to @qvoix or # qvoix when you use them, I’ll love to see what you’ve done! You can find my other CCs here TOU

The Light

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader.

Warnings: I don’t know, kinda sad, little comfort… You’ve been warned. Runaway Loki is my bae.

@highchu​  May I request Loki x reader oneshot based on “The Light” by Disturbed? Ps! Luv your writing 😙😙😙😙😙

@orangepenguin5 @shelvesandwhelves @john-benderr@muffinz323@justcallmecinammon@sexyvixen7@that1awkwardfangirl@sammiesamness@shamvictoria11​ @highchu

A/N: God, it took me so long to get this done, I can’t even begin to say how sorry I am.

When you think all is forsaken,
Listen to me now

Loki observed his surroundings with the guile of a gazelle. In the time he had been wandering around the dullest corners and alleys that the galaxy had to offer he had increased his sense of attention and his furtiveness. He was no longer recognized as one of the sons of Odin, and he no longer felt like one; he had never been one after all. He decided to embrace his trickery and the ice that came with his frost giant heritage and blend it into his new self. His runaway self.

His royal green and golden drapes were replaced by whatever he could find in his way, but he always kept his beloved dagger close to him. It reminded him that even though he seemed to have lost himself in a world that was too big for him, there was still something from Asgard in him: Frigga. The only person who was able to love him unconditionally no matter who he was on the inside. He would never forget her, and he kept the hope that she wouldn’t either.

He saw a ship, a terribly built ship, and saw someone inside. It looked like someone who had weapons; the kind of weapons who could help him get some more resources to live a normal life somewhere in the vast galaxy. No more charity, no more tricking for his own good. Just the life of someone who decided to abandon everything he knew to become somebody else.

(Y/N) cleaned her personal arsenal inside her makeshift ship. It was another rough day of being on her own; not that she wanted someone to keep her company, but she was definitely tired of the figure that had been staring at her for only god knows how long. Perhaps he wanted her ship, or perhaps he had seen she had weapons. Either way, the stranger was not aware that (Y/N) already knew she was being watched.

She left a weapon that could trick anyone, but that in reality it didn’t work, very near the entrance of the ship and walked inside, holding her sword and gun tightly. It didn’t take him long to put one foot on the ship.

“Another step further and you’re a dead man” (Y/N) held up her gun, while in her face a smirk grew wider. “Who are you and what do you want” she demanded.

“That’s something you’re not worthy enough to know” the stranger held up the gun that lied in front of him. His way of speaking was not the same as hers. It had a slight royal tint to it, as if this man wasn’t a regular one, “give me the ship and your pretty face won’t get hurt”

“Don’t worry about my face” (Y/N) giggled, “worry about your life instead”. She narrowed her eyes because that face was known to her. She went through her memories in a split second but he couldn’t place that face, those green eyes or those perfectly sculpted features anywhere in her memory. She stepped closer, not loosening her grip on her gun. “You’re gonna leave that weapon on the floor and you’re gonna leave in silence; you won’t tell anyone you just saw me”

You need never feel broken again

And as time went by, (Y/N) grew fonder of her companion. He wasn’t the man he seemed to be at first; not at all. He was kind, he was sweet and he had the purest heart she had ever seen in a lifetime. But there was still something about him that was rather mysterious; as if he was not telling the truth about himself.

“I don’t mean to question whatever you do” (Y/N) started as she stretched herself after some long hours of driving the ship. They had got to a safe spot of land just recently, “but I do feel the necessity of asking you… Is Ragnar your real name?” she turned to him, “you don’t need to answer if-”

“Well, I have lied” he smiled, “I suppose you’re smarter than the average person”

“Thanks?” she furrowed her brows in a puzzled expression, “and what is that supposed to mean?”

“Dearest (Y/N), if I tell you this, promise me you’ll tell me the truth about yourself too?” she nodded nervously; she hadn’t been honest either, and what she kept so secretly was something that it wasn’t very easy to understand, especially for men. “Well, my name is actually Loki, I am one of Odin’s son. Or was” and then it hit her. “And I’m guessing you are quite surprised”

“Yes, but it’s not what you think” she replied coldly, “I am indeed (Y/N), and I was indeed born in Vanaheim” she calmly spoke, noticing how her previous words came out harsh. “And I am also part of the nobility of my realm.”

“How come I’ve never heard of you?” Loki was the confused now.

“You have. You just don’t remember” she shrugged and headed to a small pond that seemed like a good place to gather water from, but instead she sat on the almost inexistent shore and crossed her legs, resting her elbows on her knees and her head on her hands. She sighed heavily as the memory of what she thought buried came back around.

Loki followed her immediately and sat next to her. He sat with his legs to the front and his hands were supporting him just behind him. He hesitated if to say something; (Y/N) seemed pretty affected and so he decided to make her some silent company. Whenever the two of them ran out of things to say, or just for the sake of avoiding an uncomfortable topic, their silence company was more than enough to calm the waters; Loki hoped with his heart that this was another of those occasions.

“I am the youngest of 9 daughters, but I was the first in line of succession” she confessed, Loki turned his head to look at her again, but she wasn’t looking at him; instead she focused in a distant point on the other side of the pond. “I was- I am” she corrected, “the only legitimate daughter of the king, and for that reason I needed to get married. He put me as a prize that no one wanted to claim. I was a disgrace, and so now he put a price on my head for bringing me back to the kingdom”

“And you say we already knew each other?”

“Yes, and what’s not surprising, you and your brother were the most adequate husbands, but he went missing” she bit her bottom lip still keeping her eyes fixed to the front, “and soon enough, so did you” (Y/N) took a deep breath and carried on, “As I couldn’t get married I ran away, not like I wanted to get married, but at least one of the princes of Asgard weren’t as bad as it sounded… I would have…”          

Sometimes darkness can show you the light.

The two runaways stayed in silence after (Y/N)’s confession. Loki was speechless, he had no memory at all of an arranged marriage, or even a possible fiancée; he wished he could, to comfort her in some way. But then again, the silence surrounded them.

“I found you in a very odd moment of my life, and I swear I wouldn’t have it any other way”(Y/N) sighed and leaned her head on Loki’s shoulder. “All that we’ve been through is in the past now” Loki agreed in silence, feeling a slight smile drew on his lips. “Thank you”.

Loki crossed his arm behind (Y/N)’s back and held her closely, “No, thank you”

Jealous ~S.S.~

Summary: season like 4 Stiles and Malia plus a jealous reader.

Requested: no

Note: sorry it’s so long. I had so many ideas and I don’t want to just everything into one story.

Me and Lydia stood at my locker planning the pack meeting tonight and decided that Derek’s loft would be the best.

“I feel like there’s so many of us, you know even though we’ve lost a few people with Malia joining it’s just” Lydia says fixing her lipstick

“Can we not talk about her please?” I plead closing my locker.

I’m not the biggest fan of Malia Tate. Don’t get me wrong I’m sure she’s a nice person but she gives me bad vibes, and she stole my man.

Ok maybe that’s the wrong phrase. I just-

“Y/N you’re a witch, you’re the witch. Just because she’s illegitimately dating Stiles, doesn’t mean anything. I’m sure they’re just friends anyway.”

“Dude, every night she comes in my room because she can’t sleep and then ya know” Stiles says engrossed in another “serious” conversation with Scott.

“No Stiles. I don’t know” the Alpha says rolling his eyes. He’s never been one to take hints.

Stiles just lifts the back of his shirt up revealing red lines with some dried blood on his back.

I gasp and run my hand over the scratches quickly making them disappear as if they weren’t there.

“Y/n, what did you just do. They actually don’t hurt now. Oh she healed me.” Stiles says pulling his shirt back down. “What have I said about using your mojo on me.”

“You’ve said it’s extremely cool and to do another trick.” I laugh rolling my eyes. “And don’t call it mojo. That’s disrespectful. My magic isn’t a joke stiles” I say giving him the look. He salutes me before we all continue to History with coach.

“So where’s Malia?” Kira says from her seat in class.

I shrug and look down at my worksheet.

“STILINSKI, put your phone away!” Coach yells causing our group to laugh.

“Yep. Got it coach. Putting it away” stiles awkwardly says putting the phone in his back pocket.

The rest of the school day is spent like every other. Admiring stiles from far away. Except Malia wasn’t here to cling on to his arm. Okay maybe I’m extremely jealous that Malia has the love of my life.

It’s actually not my fault. After becoming The Grand Priestess last year, all my emotions, senses and abilities were heightened. The Grand Priestess wasn’t supposed to be appointed until they were 19 or pregnant with their first child, but both my grandmother and mother were killed when I was 12.

The entire “world” of witchcraft had been trying to figure out what to do until eventually they just taught me what to do. It’s been a long, lonely process but I’ve got the hold of it.

“Y/N! Are you listening? Of course not.” Lydia says waving her hand in front of my face.

“Oh sorry Lyd. Why were you saying?”

“I was saying, it’s time to go. Derek has somewhere to be tonight and doesn’t trust us alone with peter.” She says grabbing her purse and moved to her car.

We arrived at Derek’s Loft and I immediately moved to the kitchen to grab some drinks. But when I walked in Malia was sitting on the kitchen counter with stiles in between her legs.

I stared at them before shaking my head and continuing to the fridge. I roughly opened the door cause the pair to jump apart and almost causing stiles to fall.

“Oh no. Don’t stop on behalf of me. Tongue Tennis is my favorite sport” I spit before popping open the soda can.

“I see you’re more of a spectator than a participant?” Malia says crossing her arms and hopping down.

“Ohhh. Big words, did Lydia teach you what those mean last night. Oh wait, you were a bit busy last night” I sarcastically state. I could practically taste the venom in my words.

“Oh go to hell.” She growls stepping closer.

“I run it bitch” i say stepping just as close as her. Malia is the only one to have never seen my powers, or even know a lot about them, but she might just today.

“Wow, no wonder you’re all alone”

“HEY. GIRLS, as much as I love reality TV. We have a meeting so drop it” Derek barks at us. Malia jumps and walks away while I stay still for a little bit.

Stiles still hasn’t moved and is just staring at me with wide eyes. I roll my eyes and move to the living room.

“Okay so Scott turned a freshman into a werewolf and the full moon is in less than 3 days so we need a plan.” Derek says looking at everyone.

“I can chain him up somewhere safe.” Scott offers.

“Malia is using the chains still” I say fake smiling at her.

“And you’re still a brat” she says returning the smile.

“Okay, y/n do you think you can find a spell to help sedate him or calm him down?” Derek says ignoring our argument.

“Course she does, how else would she get dick”

“MALIA” Scott and stiles shout at the same time.

I laugh darkly and clench my fist.

“Look hun, there’s a boy that could possibly hurt himself or other innocent people. We don’t have a lot of time to figure out what to do with a naturally angry new werewolf on top of training you how to control your shit” I quickly stand up and before anyone can blink the lights go out and Malia is pinned up against the brick wall. The whole scene looks creepy because the only light came from the setting sun. My eyes had turned a glowing black and my aura was showing. It bascailly looked like I was floating in pure black smoke. “So how about you shut up, chill and listen to Derek. I really don’t like you and no one in this room has the capability of stopping me from killing you. It’s out of respect and second hand care that you’re still alive. So shut the hell up, sit down before I use my actual powers” I didn’t even realize I had moved closer to the terrified Werecyote.

I drop her from the invisible hold I had in her. My eyes returned to normal and the “smoke” had cleared and the lights came back on.

Malia was coughing on the floor before growling at me. She stood up to come for me before Stiles and Scott grabbed her arms restraint her. I just smile and return to my previous seat.

We continued the meeting with a lot of tension. Once it was time for everyone to leave, stiles asked to speak to me. He lead me up the spiral stairs and into a room. Malia was sitting on the bed and Scott was sitting at the desk.

“You both need to stop. We’re a pack and this isn’t how you act. You’re both being childish and it’s getting annoying. So you’re going to talk it out. ”

“I don’t see why I can’t just leave. She’s the only problem here. Who cares if I don’t like her?” Malia says rolling her eyes.

“You can’t leave because like Scott said we’re a pack, whether you like it or not. This group of people are all we got. Eachother. Respect is necessary and if you’re going to stay I mine as well like you. So let’s talk it out. I’ll start. Stop acting like you’re all alone in this world. You have people. You have supernatural people. Stop acting like you are the only one in the god damn world who’s lost someone close to you. News Flash, literally every single person in the pack has. You’re not special. Quit lying and you know exactly what I’m talking about. Because as soon as you realize that there’s more than one place that’s willing to give you what you want you’re going to leave. So stop playing games. And quit coming for me, because if we’re comparing problems and issues we can and I guarantee I’ll win.”

“I never said any of that. You just want everything I have. I’ve been through shit you cant even think about. So stop.”

“Why would I want everything you have? Who wants diseases, an unstable ‘relationship’ and to have my first time on a nasty couch in the basement of an insane asylum. So fuck you and fuck this. You stay outta my way and don’t speak to me unless necessary then we’ll be okay. Because let me tell you a 17 year old with unimaginable powers is a mine field. So watch your step. And maybe if one of your little friends didn’t murder the only thing I had, we wouldn’t be here.”

“Y/n, what are you takin about?” Scott interrupts me.

“Scott, you know my grandmother and mother are dead. And I swear when I figure out who it was-”

“Stiles didn’t tell you?” Scott says making eye contact with the boy.

I spin around quick and look at stiles confused.

“Tell me what stiles?”

“We uhm. We know who killed your mom and grandma.” He says sadly not looking at me.

“You knew and didn’t tell me? Who is it. Let’s go.” I say running down the stairs. I could finally get revenge on the bastard.

“Y/n no. Uhm. We can’t go. Look it was an accident and they didn’t mean to. They’re so sorry.” Stiles began stepping closer to me. Malia and Scott stood at the bottom of the staircase while I was almost to the door.

“Stiles. What are you talking about? Just tell me who it is” I say looking in his eyes. Just like that my love grew taller.

“It was Malia” he whispers a tear running down his face. And just like that my love fell.

“No. I don’t understand. She killed them?” I said not bothering to look in any other direction than the boy I wanted to kill right now.

“Yea. Y/n look im really sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I-”

“EARLIER. YOU THINK THATS WHY IM UPSET. GOD DAMN IT STILES HOW THE HELL COULD YOU. SHE FUCKING MURDERED MY FAMILY AND YOU SLEPT WITH HER. YOURE SLEEPING WITH HER. LIKE YOU DIDNT HOLD ME FOR YEARS AFTERWARDS. LIKE I DIDNT COME TO YOUR HOUSE ALMOST EVERY NIGHT BECAUSE I COULDN’T BE ALONE AND MY NIGHTMARES WERE TERRIBLE. LIKE I DONT FUCKING LOVE YOU. I HAVE SINCE WE WERE CHILDREN. AMD HERE YOU GO SCREWING THE BITCH THAT KILLED MY ONLY FUCKING FAMILY. You know exactly how it feels to lose your mother. And yet you just said fuck me and our lifetime of friendship. That’s wrong Stiles. And don’t think you’re safe either bitch. The ONLY reason you’re alive this second is because I’m going to fuck you up. Every single one of you.” I screamed and vented and yelled and in a blink I was gone but the entire loft was in a huge mess of papers, furniture, files and clothes.

I didn’t even bother going home. I went straight to the sheriff station. To say goodbye of course. Sheriff Stilinksi was the father I never had. Strong, caring and always welcoming.

“Y/n? Hey. Where’s Stiles?” Parrish asks me. I ignore him and go straight to the sheriffs office.

“Sheriff. I’m just here to say thank you and I love you with every ounce of me but I can’t stay here. Thank you for welcoming me and allowing me to be the person I am. Thank you so much.” I say finally bursting into tears. Stilinski runs around his desk and hugs me.

“Y/n. Sweetie. What’s wrong. Please tell me.”

“Malia- she-she killed my mom and grandma and stiles knew and still has sex with her and i-I’ve always lo-loved him” i sob. My sentences were barely comprehendible but I knew the sheriff understood.

“Oh y/n. It’s okay. Where are you gonna go?”

“I’m not sure. My dad has family down in Georgia. I can go there”

“Please be safe. I understand your need to leave but promise me you’ll be back to visit me.”

“I promise”

anonymous asked:

okay but about the r u alive post tim and jason fuck that sounds fantastic like maybe it starts when some big bad attacked gotham and the fam seperated from each other and just tim sending the msg bc he havent seen jay after the fight ended (and ye ok obvsly jay doesn't hate the fam that much or smth) and just getting the answer debatable and just JUST IDK BUT TIM AND JASON BONDING and just always sending this msg and just ok sorry but it really sounds nice in my head

“Are you alive?”


Tim stared at the message and began to type a reply, then deleted it quickly, cursing Jason’s stubbornness and constant need for bravado under his breath, because this damn well wasn’t the time for it. He called him, running a shaky hand through his hair and mumbling for Jay to hurry up and answer the goddamn phone as he looked up at the burning, broken mess that was Gotham City.

Gotham was tough. But no one had been prepared for this. Not even Batman. His contingency plans, for all their painstaking detail and meticulousness, had meant jack squat against that… that thing. That monster, that had taken the entire Justice League and all their allies the whole night to take down. Because none of them, not even Superman, not even the most powerful meta-humans and aliens in the world, had known how to deal with it.

The city had made it through the night on a wing and a prayer, but at a great cost.

He got Jason’s answering machine.

‘Jason,’ Tim blurted through his cellphone, trying to keep his voice calm but failing immensely. ‘I don’t know what “debatable” means, but I’m pretty sure you’re not talking about your “constant desire for the sweet embrace of death” this time. Answer the damn phone and tell me where you are. Jason? Jason. Jay—’ 

Tim stared down at the phone and held his breath, burying his face in the palms of his hands.

He cut me off. Which means he doesn’t want to talk to me. Which means he’s hurt and knows that talking on the phone would give that away. Which means it’s really, really bad.


Tim swung out into the rubble, smoke and ruins of the city. There was nothing to do but look for him where he had been seen last. He considered trying to contact Bruce or one of the others for a half second, then decided against it. The whole city was dying. It needed them. And Jason needed Tim.

The last time they had been in contact, he had been helping with the evacuation effort in the inner city. And so that’s where Tim started. 

He wandered the debris-filled streets, coughing through the dust, stepping over bodies that he check for life and called Jason’s name. The monster had wandered this way at one point, and the League had drawn it away to minimise casualties. 

His phone was ringing. Frantically, he pulled it out of his belt.

‘I can hear your stupid voice calling my name over and over, and I know you’re not gonna give it a rest until you find me.’

Weak, weak, weak. Jason’s voice was faint and strained and… 


Tim gripped the phone tightly, searching the area. ‘Where are you.’

‘The courthouse.’

Tim spun back towards the large grey stone building, running towards it. The pillars at the front had toppled down, and the whole front of the building had caved in. Even with Tim shining a light into the murky darkness and Jason calling out to him, it took a long time for him to find Jason. 

Tim’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes found Jason’s body. Half buried under the rubble, his chest crushed under heavy block of stone, blood trickling down from a deep gash on the side of his head. 

‘I can’t move, obviously.’ Jason laughed at himself but began coughing out blood, grimacing in pain.

Don’t laugh. Don’t talk. Your lungs have been crushed.’

‘You don’t say…’ Jason murmured, his eyes slightly glazed over.

Tim crouched there and tried to estimate the weight of the stone, eyeing it up, running through options. He breathed out deeply. ‘Okay… okay. I’m going to need to use some leverage to lift the stone. Once I have it lifted, I’m only going to be able to hold it for a few seconds, so you’ll have to roll out from underneath it really quickly.’ He touched Jason on the shoulder. ‘Do you think you can do that?’

‘I’ll manage. If that’s our only option.’

‘It is.’

Tim pulled out his bō stick and extended it as far as it would go— though thin, it was made of a fortified material developed by Wayne Tech and had been made to withstand a great amount of pressure. Though, Tim had never really tested its limits. He had never really needed to. 

He wedged a smaller stone underneath the gap and fit his bō stick between it and the block, gripping it tightly, mentally preparing himself. If he didn’t hold it up for long enough, he could crush Jason’s head as he was trying to get out. 

‘I think you’ll need to lean on your right shoulder, and then roll down towards your legs, onto your chest,’ he said. ‘It’s going to hurt like hell, but its the fastest way I can think of.’

Jason closed his eyes, running through the motions in his mind. He nodded slowly. ‘Okay. Let’s get this over with.’

Tim grit his teeth. ‘Okay. On three… one, two, three.’

Tim yelled into the echoing hall, straining against the weight of the stone, fighting against it as his muscles screamed at him. 

Wait… wait… WAIT.

‘CLEAR!’ he heard Jason cry out. 

He dropped the stone, and it landed with a thud and a cloud of dust. It had cleared Jason by a few millimetres. 

Jason lay there on his chest, not moving, and Tim realised he was unconscious. 

He fell onto his knees by Jason’s side, pulling him up off of his chest and into his arms. Jason came to with a start as Tim called his named, gently slapping his face. He let his head roll back against Tim’s arms, unable to move without pain shooting through his entire body. 

‘Admit it…’ he breathed. ‘You’ve wanted to, to do that… for very a long time.’

Tim lay Jason back down to the floor as he pulled out a gauze and medical tape from his belt. His face was dark and stony as he wrapped the gash on Jason’s head. The trauma to his chest was more serious, but there was little he could do for it here.

‘After everything we’ve been through, Jason,’ he began, his voice low and filled with anger. ‘Everything. I can’t believe you would do this to me. That you wouldn’t just ask for help. For once in your goddamn life.’

A million sarcastic comments floated to Jason’s mind, but he knew that tone. That panicked edge to Tim’s voice, the fear rising up into his eyes. He couldn’t bear to look into them anymore. So he bit back his words and turned away from those eyes. 

‘You don’t get it, Tim,’ he said softly. ‘I do this because of everything we’ve been through. And don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing if it had been you. Because you would.’

Tim turned away with a frustrated laugh, his voice breaking as he wiped the tears away. He knew Jason was right. He would cut off every single one of his family members in a heartbeat if he thought it would save them even the tiniest amount of pain and grief. 

‘I can’t lose anyone else, Jay. I can’t.’

‘You’re stronger than you think, Timmy.’ Jason smiled at him weakly, squeezing his hand once. ‘You’ll make it through this.’

Tim sat there, helpless forcing himself to stare at the wounds and Jason’s broken body. His lips had grown blue in colour from the lack of oxygen, his breathing was rough, and there was bruising around his eyes. There was no time to call the others, he wouldn’t make it to Leslie’s. Their only option was getting him to the nearest hospital that was still in operation and wasn’t a pile of charred bricks. And while the citywide network was down, there was no way to be sure all the hospitals in Gotham weren’t a pile of charred bricks.

There wasn’t much hope of him making it.

But I have to try.

‘No. You’re going to make it through this,’ Tim whispered fiercely, determination burning through the fear. 

Tim eased him up, hating himself for every time Jason groaned in pain, and carefully slung him over his back, holding Jason’s right arm firmly across his chest. Slowly, he made his way out of the building and down the street; heading in the direction of the nearest hospital. Praying there would be doctors there. Praying that it would be in one piece. 

‘I don’t deserve you, Timmy,’ Jason’s weak voice drifted over his shoulder. 

Tim smiled and pressed on, thinking about all the times he had thought the same thing about Jason. He thought of the little boy that had watched in awe as Jason had soared across the Gotham skyline as Robin, and the impact he had had on his life. He thought of the times they had spent together. All the times Jason had saved Tim’s life. 

‘Tell me that again, once I’ve actually saved your ass.’

Oooooooh. Why you gotta do this to me anon. 

I kind of wrote this with my Red Robin fic idea in mind, so just pretend that Jason and Tim have spent a lot of time together fighting baddies, adventuring, and getting to know each other before this. Tim and Jay are the best, I love them so much. Tim and Jay bonding FTW.

anonymous asked:

Could you pretty please do a headcanon for the RFA playing piano? And MC can't play but really loves hearing others play. Because I feel like Saeyoung can play really well! Like crazy well! Sorry if that's too much. Please and thank you

^^;;; Because I feel guilty for being so inactive here’s one of the ones I finished. But I totally agree that Seven can play incredibly well…almost scary well.


  • he learned when he was a kid but when high school came around he sort of quit
    • wanted to put his time into studying and volunteering with Rika
    • his parents didn’t mind because hey at least he wasn’t doing drugs
  • those skills were still put to use when he was introduced into LOLOL
    • not even Seven could comprehend how fast he can move his digits
    • neither can you
    • you just thought he played too much
  • after one RFA party, everyone was helping wrap up
  • you help put away one of the tables when you start to hear this pleasant yet familiar melody
  • you follow the music and you see Yoosung sitting in front of the piano
  • !!!
  • that dumpling can play piano!?
  • it takes you a second before you realize what he’s playing
  • it’s the fucking theme to LOLOL
  • -_-
  • when he learns how much you love piano, he gets his old keyboard to start playing for you
  • you even have him play the piano during one of the RFA parties!
    • poor Yoosung is so self-conscious but he does it because he knows you love it


  • she started around the time she got her first big paycheck for working overtime
    • wow she got some serious big bucks
    • working until you die is worth it!
  • with some left over money, she applied for piano lessons
  • that was about a year ago so she isn’t quite on the same caliber as someone like Zen or Seven
  • but she still practices when she has the time ^^
    • which is never
  • you were hanging at her apartment when you find her lesson book
  • actually comes home to pick it up but she sees you perusing through it
  • first words that come out of your mouth:
  • “JAEhee pLay ME soMEThIn”
  • oH BOY
  • lord save her because you just have stars for eyes with the purest intentions
  • she has you sit in one of her lessons
    • so much so she keeps screwing up
  • her instructor is frustrating but stays patient with her
    • bless his soul
  • by the end you’re just gushing how good she is
    • she’s not bad it’s just she doesn’t do well if you’re gawking at her the entire two hours
    • and Jaehee can’t stop blushing
  • it’s sort of amazing to sit in her lessons and see her improve
    • improve enough to play in front of you so calmly
  • If the pianist at the RFA party doesn’t show up you just turn to her
    • “jaehEE pLAY soMethiNg ”


  • this man is the best of the best
  • he’s been playing piano even in the womb
  • where’s that sonogram of him with his arms out like he’s playing piano???
  • but he’s such a dork because he does stupid shit like play b-a-e when you’re around
  • you walk into practice at the end and he bursts into song
  • even got everyone to join in
  • has you lay on top of the piano as he’s playing like in the movies
    • “Zen I don’t think it’s safe for me to be up here ;;;”
    • “Nonsense babe. Just lay there and look pretty.”
    • ^^;;;
  • and he sings as he’s playing because he’s Zen
  • will get into intense duets with Seven
  • Seven wants to go faster so Zen does too
  • it ends up being a hot ass mess


  • mr. perfect here learned when he was a kid because it was just something to pass the time
  • and he got really good 
  • but he doesn’t really play it all unless it’s for Elizabeth 3rd
  • when you’re at his apartment you see his grand piano so you just assume he plays
    • or more likely he has someone else play for him
  • you sort of hop on for shits and giggles
  • your playing even attracts Elizabeth 3rd to sit and listen
    • she must really like piano whether it’s good or bad
  • he comes home to you on the piano
  • and he just sits next to you to watch what you’re doing
  • it makes you nervous so you stop
  • but he catches on what you were playing (or trying to play)
  • ヽ(゚〇゚)ノ
  • doesn’t play all the time but seriously all YOU have to do is ASK
  • one time Yoosung was trying to get Jumin to play at the RFA party
    • Y: “The elite want to hear you play! Don’t you want to show off?”
    • J: “No”
    • “O-O”
    • “It’s trivial to ‘show-off’ when I don’t find a reason to.”
    • “Please, Jumin?”


  • you figured this was the last guy you thought would play piano
  • all he does is his job 24/7 so who has the time???
  • but oh boy were you in for a surprise
  • after an RFA party Seven finds you sitting at the piano just fiddling with a few notes
  • he sits next to year just chatting you up
  • one thing leads to another and he puts his fingers on the keys
  • you were thinking he was just going to play terribly for a few laughs
  • but his fingers just go
  • his arms are practically a blur

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

  • HOW CAN HE PLAY SO WELL!!!!!?????
  • th-this is has to be a prank
  • you fucking check the piano to see it’s legit
    • and to your dismay it is
  • this jellybean picked up the piano in college
  • but he started on the synthesizer and just self-taught himself
  • pulls out his old synth to play random sounds with complex concert pieces
  • makes a track of your cute sneeze and plays Canon in D minor with it

anonymous asked:

Theres a fic im looking for where phan isn't real but dan likes phil and its while tatinof is happening so they're usually in a tour bus. I remember it said there were 50 chapters, 1 for each state. I checked the masterlists and I couldn't find it, also. (Sorry if there was an ask like this, I wasn't sure if I sent one or not)

in the blink of an eyea fic following the progression of dan and phil’s relationship over the span of their u.s. tour. (sharing beds just makes dan’s heart ache for phil even more.)

- Thea

tw// I believe that in this moment Isak honestly believe that Even was going to hurt or even kill himself. The flashback scenes go from when they were first laying in bed together, and in that scene Even was talking about how lonely it was to think about the infinite universes. It made feel like the only way to escape those thoughts was to die. And in the text Even writes, they are together for the eternity,  meaning that he didn’t believe they were going to be together in this one. But it also quickly shows the other scene of when they’re together in bed, and Even asks “how many Isaks and Evens are laying like this right now?” and how joyful he looked when Isak said an infinite amount. He knew that in every other universe, they’d be happily together

It also shows that in the one of the drawings sleep is the cousin of death, and he has said that he doesn’t like to or can’t sleep. He doesn’t like to think of something horrible like that. It shows very quickly what Isak was looking up on bipolar people that they often are depressed. Isak now knows very well that bipolar people can be depressed and remembering the times where Even relates to death, isn’t a good sign.

The last part shows Even saying his favorite director is the director of Romeo & Juliet, and he said exactly “The main characters have to die, or else the love story won’t be so epic.” He believes in the love-sick movies where the character has to die, and he most likely believed that he was that character. He was directing his own part in his own movie of The Boy Who Couldn’t Hold His Breath. Even has also related their love story several times to Romeo and Juliet’s and we all know how tragically that ended.

But in the end, Isak said exactly what Even needed hear… You are not alone. And Even knew then, in their universe and all the other infinite ones, that he’d never feel alone again.

Skam is so beautiful with all of its deep meanings and realistic problems

ok so following the nonsense with kissanime, verifying said nonsense on reddit threads, flipping a shit, downloading 17 different adblockers, changing all my passwords, clearing any autofill information and effectively wiping clean any trace that i have ever used the internet ever in my life

i’m exhausted and i still haven’t watched the last haikyuu ep 

Adrift, Ch. 3

Title: Adrift
Summary: You can’t be a wanted fugitive for thirty years without a few close calls - some closer than others. 
Characters: Stanford Pines, Bill Cipher, Stanley Pines (flashback), The Oracle (flashback). 
Rating: T 

Chapter 1 and list of chapters here

Third and last part of @fractal-fourcube‘s commission - Portal!Ford with a side dish of “being captured by Bill because why the hell not”. Thanks again for your donation, sorry for the wait, and I hope you like it!


Welcome home, Bill had said. What a sick joke.

Over the years he had spent travelling across dimensions, Stanford had grown used to not having one. Wherever he went, he was a stranger; even in Dimension 52, where he had been a welcomed guest but nothing more.

And when he tried to think of home, he stopped quickly. The house in the woods, where he had spent so many happy years researching, was now tainted in his eyes by Bill’s betrayal; his eye had been all over it and impossible to ignore. Backupsmore University had been a pleasant place to be, all things considered, but it had just something he had to get through, never somewhere he’d wish to stay. And the home he’d had before, in Glass Shard Beach, had faded in his mind like the old picture he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of - and even that memory was tarnished by betrayal; less absolute and horrifying than Bill’s own, but betrayal nonetheless.

No, Stanford had long since decided, he did not have a home to return to.

And if he did, it certainly wouldn’t be the Nightmare Realm.

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Day 9: Draw the Squad Meme

I thought this was fitting.  I love Laure! Tried a more cartoony style. It was fun. I’m gonna sleep now. Cya. Characters are: Rachel, Laure, Khun, Baam, Ship Lee Soo, Hatsu, Anak and Rak. Laure is my favorite as well. (Hmmm….I have a lot of favorites…)

I’m sorry, but I find it ABSOLUTELY hilarious that when Frozen came out, people on tumblr did not have a single problem with people tearing down past movies in favour of Frozen. People said Frozen was better than everything; Tangled, Brave, even some of the Renaissance films like Mulan and The Lion King. And no one complained. People absolutely ripped on previous princesses, calling them weak and boy-crazy, to make Elsa  seem like the ultra-feminist queen of all things woman-empowering. Was there a single post calling this out? Nah. 

But now, oh ho ho ho, now that Moana is out, and people are saying that they like Moana better than Frozen, now all these Frozen fans wanna come out and say “omg!!11!!!11! stahp comparing Moana too Frozen!!!11!! They’re two completly diffurent mooovies oh mah gooosh11!!1!! >=(” Like seriously? Where were all of you like 3 years ago when the vast majority of Frozen fans tore on everything else to express their love for Frozen? Where were you when people were constantly ripping on Tangled to make Frozen seem like the superstar film that it wasn’t? (Like it was good, but it wasn’t spectacular or anything). Where were you when even non-Disney films were getting torn apart, because we had to hear for the thousandth time how “Frozen is the best movie in da historee of 5ever!!1!!!!!1! uwu!!11!”? Why did Moana suddenly trigger anger towards the comparison game, and why didn’t you say the same with Frozen?

 Practice what you preach, man. Don’t act one way with one film, and act the opposite way with the next film, just because you’re playing favourites and you don’t like it when people prefer a new film over an old one. It doesn’t work like that. 

*Insert eye-roll here*.