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raimykeller  asked:

Domestic & arguing over the remote #prompt :D

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Monday Nights are for The Bachelor

Stiles knew from experience that Derek could be stubborn. He knew that mostly because Stiles held himself to a pretty high standard of stubbornness that was, on occasion, met with an even higher amount of stubbornness in the six feet that built up Derek Hale. In every instance, Stiles always found himself surprised and, if he was being honest with himself, impressed.

This was not one of those occasions.

Monday nights were dedicated to The Bachelor. Derek thought it was a fair request since it was only two hours, one night, each week, for six weeks out of the year, that he required the television in his own loft. The pack had other thoughts on the matter – the use of Derek’s television, not on The Bachelor – the pack had no clue about Derek’s secret love affair with the reality show. Derek did decide to turn four teenagers into his betas, but he was not an idiot. Okay, ignore that last example.

The point still stood that Derek had every right to lock himself in his apartment on Monday nights with a box of red wine and bowl of movie theater butter popcorn to watch a reality show that may or may not contain the use of tears, wildly concocted fights, and artfully chiseled men. The pack was settled and there hadn’t been any supernatural issues in months. Well, unless you counted the time Scott contracted a were-flu and all the werewolves in the pack were reduced to sniffling blanket piles. Stiles had shouldered the brunt of mothering everyone as they regained their strength and while he complained profusely, Derek had suspected the whole ordeal had been an ego boost for the kid.

A ding sounded from the kitchen and Derek took the popcorn out of the microwave, taking care not to burn his fingertips as he grasped it by the corners and tried in vain not to rip the bag in half. The effort was futile, as it always was, and Derek inevitably had a steaming cloud of popcorn explode in his face before falling to the floor. You would think that growing up with werewolf strength would give Derek the time and opportunity to figure out how to do something as mundane as opening a bag of popcorn without it staging a coup, but this was one skill he could not grasp. He stood there, dumbfounded, when he heard a key turn the tumblers in the apartment’s lock and Stiles walked in. He looked at Derek and blinked.

“I have so many questions,” started Stiles.

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          when locked away in a space station, floating endlessly around the earth for decades on end, the idea of mental illness’s surviving within the colony is far from unbelievable. from depression to anxiety, to even possibly the more extremes of schizophrenia. however, the treatment towards such disorders has greatly grown in a positive direction. that is, if one is properly diagnosed and has the means to seek treatment. and for most, to seek out help is no longer a taboo thing to do. but when one is harboring a secret so dire their own life depends on it. to do anything which could draw attention to ones self was great discouraged. and it was that reason alone, as well as other factors such as shame and refusal to even consider it being an option, that held aurora blake from ever seeking out help for her rash, unstable, and at times, abusive mood’s and outbursts. but as it goes formally undiagnosed, if one were to compared her actions to the criteria for bipolar disorder, well, DING! DING! DING! however, it is not only aurora blake who was handed a desk of cards so loaded against her favor, is it the child she births the year her son is only seven, that is given a hand so dangerously similar. 

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  • Also me: ok but what if her condition was permanently weakened when she got ill because of that rad rabbit and the poor girl just doesn't know that there really isn't much time for her?
  • Me @ me: ... can u not

anonymous asked:

Do you wanna have bad tooooom!?

No, not really. I’d much rather have a pleasant and relaxing tooooooom. Thanks for asking.

Happy Birthday Mark Lee  💕
02.08.2016
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Cri I tried my best but it’s still a mess don’t zoom in ;w;

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DONT I SAID DO NOT, NO, NO NO NO NO NO UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES GO INTO THE DEEPWEB/SHADOWWEB PART OF THE INTERNET YOUR ENTIRE LIFE WILL BE FUCKED UP DO NOT, I REPEAT DONT, U FUCKING DARE, IM YOUR FRIEND I AM PROTECTING YOU do not even THINK of fucking going into the deepweb ok, like no its horrible, dONT,U DARE , i will COME 2 UR HOUSE AND KNOCK YOUR DEVICE OUTTTA YOUR HAND.

We’ll Be Such A Beautiful Family

AUTHORS NOTE: Alright, this is a short one, but it’s a continuation of my last fic “A New Addition”. It’s pretty fluffy if I do say so myself lol. Hope you enjoy :D
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Harley sighed as she took off her clothes and put on a silky black nightgown. They had just returned from a deal that had gone… wrong. As usual, no survivors.

Ya know, you’d think they woulda learned by now… Those lowlifes think they can just do whatever they want. Not when my boss is running this city…”

Harley muttered as she walked over to the other side of the bed.

Everyone should know Gotham is yours…”

She bit her lip seductively and smiled. Joker glanced over at her as he took off his shirt; still stained with blood from the night’s earlier events. His piercing blue eyes always keeping her entranced in him.

It won’t be long, my darling. I think they’ll find out soon enough…”

Joker murmured menacingly as he put his gun on the bedside table.

She loved knowing just how much power they had. As long as she could keep Bat-Brain from screwing with their plans, Gotham would be all theirs.

Harley looked down and smiled at her growing belly.

We’re gunna be such a beautiful family. I should really start thinkin’ on names…”

She gently took Joker’s hand and placed on her stomach; his pale tattooed skin standing out significantly against the black fabric of her nightdress.

I’m so proud to carry on your legacy. This is the beginning of somethin’ really beautiful. I know it…

Harley smiled as she felt him rub her pregnant belly before kissing her deeply.

I think you’re right, Harl. The Bat won’t know what hit him…”