on set and off

Could you imagine Prince Adam, in his Beast form, actually telling you his name? Like, that’s never really addressed, and I think it would happen so cutely? Slay me.

Originally posted by gwendoline

It starts off just like any day, and the two of you are eating breakfast across from each other at the table. There are stolen glances between the two of you and he just so happens to get caught looking at you more often than you get caught looking at him. And every time he looks at you and gets caught in the act of doing so, he gives you a rather bashful smile, bends his head down and pretends to be invested in the wood of the table. He wonders for a moment if you were really looking at him or not? Something sets off inside of him, as if he were burning from the inside out. He had never felt like this before.

Setting down your spoon, you laugh quietly and pat your mouth clean with your napkin. His blue eyes watch you rather intensely for a few seconds before he manages to murmur out a small, “Thank you for joining me for breakfast.”

This catches you off guard but you accept the gratitude and smile at him with a gentle, “My pleasure…” You trailed off. “Sir.” Mentally slapping yourself silly at calling him that, you stood up, ready to flee the room before he had the chance to ask you what you had just called him.

“Adam.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together. Had you just heard what you thought? Turning around, you faced him and gave him a look of skepticism. He looked back at you, his eyes now averting themselves from making any sort of contact with yours. His mouth moved as if he was rehearsing what he wanted to say to you next. “I’m sorry, what did you just…?” You started but got interrupted. 

“I’ve got so many people addressing me so properly,” He pursed his lips. He truly believed he didn’t deserve that sort of respect. He didn’t demand it, didn’t need it anymore. “It’d be nice—” He found himself fumbling for words. “Nice to hear you… yes, you… Say my actual name. I’ve thought him to be dead, when this curse took over my life but you’ve somehow… brought him back to life. So please, call me by my name.”

You could feel your heart swell at the pure kindness of his words and the meager fact that he wasn’t sure if they were coming out as perfectly as they sounded in side of his head. “And that’s…”

“Adam.” He didn’t want to be a prince in this moment. He wanted you to look at him as if he were like anyone else. And you were one of the few who actually did such a thing. He swallowed softly and looked up at you finally. His eyes were full of childish innocence. It was obvious that he hadn’t heard his name in years as it slipped from his mouth with a bit of remorse.

Nodding, you breathed out shakily and smiled sweetly at him, “Adam.” You whispered, the sound of your voice carrying into his senses. 

Yes, he liked the way that sounded. No, wait. Liked was a very understated way of putting it. He loved it.

wait a minute, so neville comes back from an injury and reinvents himself, makes himself as interesting as he’s ever been, works a great new gimmick with the whole ‘’king of the cruiserweights’’ thing, and poor austin comes back from looking like a zombie straight off the set of amc’s the walking dead after getting his eye practically caved in, and they’re going to be the pre-show?

lol

Damned If I Do Ya

Originally posted by j-miki

MATURE

“Dude, come on! It’s after ten. The rent-a-cops have disappeared until midnight. I want to take a selfie with that giant fucking pigeon before we head to the party.”

Junhong rolls his eyes at your request as he pulls his apartment door and shoves his keys in his backpack. “Why the hell is there a giant pigeon statue on campus, anyway? I get that they needed the new art building, it’s really nice in there, by the way, but that statue’s unnecessary.”

“It’s terrifying,” you laugh as you drop your board to the asphalt and wait for Junhong to do the same. “But it’s quirk and weird and it’ll get some likes on Instagram. So, you know, doing it for the internet.”

Keep reading

Hello everyone! In case you haven’t read my previous post, I will be sharing some of my favorites, so you all can get to know me a little bit better! 

Today we are staring off with : Disney’s Treasure Planet.

Originally posted by my-thoughts-of-flight

I love all Disney’s works, but I believe that this movie is greatly underrated. So, I wanted to share  my thoughts and opinions as to why this movie is great! This movie was based on the classic novel “Treasure Island” by Robert Louis Stevenson. The film follows a teenage boy named Jim Hawkins who stumbles upon a treasure map leading to the infamous “Treasure Island”. In the Disney’s adaptation, Jim Hawkins, desire to sets things right with his reputation, sets off on action packed adventure in hopes to prove to everyone (and himself) that he is capable of great things.

I don’t want to give away too much about the movie, however, I am going to discuss about the characters and what makes this movie stand out as a whole. 

James Hawkins, or “Jim”  is the main character of the movie. Unfortunately, everyone in town looks at him as a delinquent and we can see Jim throughout the beginning of the film believing these attributes about himself. I feel like the audience can really relate to Jim and his struggle as he transitions to adulthood. What makes his character so imperative is that he is the personification of redemption. The movie manifests that true greatness comes from suffering, endeavors, hope, and bravery. 

Originally posted by jesimahcah

 He is such a dynamic character and he was perfectly executed. I feel like many could relate to his struggles, especially those of us who face self-doubt in success.

Captain Amelia  is one of the very few female roles in this movie, however, the film makes up for this by her strong and kick ass personality. She does not take crap from any man who tries to come in her way! I absolutely love her and even with a crew filled with men she still keeps everyone in place.

Originally posted by smiletotheshadow

Originally posted by kpfun

Delbert Doppler

Next we have Dr. Doppler, who is possibly the funniest character in the movie. He brings a comedic and lighthearted element to the film, while still remaining to be the intelligent and responsible one towards the crew and Jim.

Originally posted by envy-and-pride

Originally posted by emmilicious

John Sliver 

Saving the best for last! Silver is my favorite character in this whole entire film. He plays the father figure for Jim, teaching him how to carry and believe in himself in times of suffering. Let me say that the “father and son” moments will just tug your heart strings! I can’t describe how much I adore this dynamic duo. However, what makes the plot even more interesting is that he also plays the main villain. This conflict ultimately leads to both of the character making hard decisions. 

Originally posted by floridianfireflyfaith

Originally posted by ive-been-mistreated

“You got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course.”

-John silver

This whole movie was done so perfectly and it’s a shame that not many people talk about it. Every time I watch it, I get this overwhelming feeling of joy. I highly recommend this to everyone!

Also I highly recommend listening to the soundtrack! In particular, I would recommend listening to “I’m still Here” By John Rzeznik. It’s is one of my favorite songs to this day and you will not regret it! 

Let me know what you all think of the film and soundtrack! Would love to hear your thoughts and opinions! 

This weekend, the lights went out for Earth Hour at the United Nations Headquarters in New York.

Around the globe, millions of people, businesses, and landmarks set aside an hour to host events, switch off their lights, and make noise for climate action.

Climate change is real and it’s happening now. But by taking urgent climate action we will create jobs, improve our health and save money.

📷: UN photo / Evan Schneider

anonymous asked:

Playing hide n seek with Harry would be so much fun. He probably wouldn't count all the way to 100 and try to cheat by not covering his eyes to see which way you went. Once he 'counted' to 100 he set off to find you, not taking very long to find you. He could hear your breathing under the bed. Laughing when you squeal really loud when he grabs your ankles to drag you out. Denying his kisses when you realize that he cheated and cheaters don't deserve to get kisses.

“You’re going to deny me kisses?!?” He’s laying on top of you trying to kiss you but you’re moving your head to dodge his lips.

“I don’t give kisses to CHEATERS!” You giggle at his fake shocked expression.

He squishes your cheeks together to puff out your lips and he aggressively pushes his lips against yours. You both giggle into one another’s mouth’s, especially when he reaches down to tickle at your stomach a little.

“OkAY OKAY!” You shout as much as you can. “STOP. I demand a rematch!”

“But baby you’re not gonna-”

“ONE… TWO…. THREE…..” Your eyes are closed and you’re already counting. He giggles and mutters “shit” while he scrambles off of you, desperate to find his hiding place.

Waiting- Sherlock x reader

Originally posted by silent-micka

This is one of the longest one shots ever. i hope you enjoy!

_______________________

Five Hours

It’s been five hours, and Sherlock Holmes couldn’t keep still. He couldn’t quite fathom how men can just sit around and pray for the best while their significant other is giving birth. Anything could happen in there, she could–
Sherlock closes his eyes, trying not to think of anything that could potentially set him off. He takes a breath and starts pacing again. The only thing that calmed him slightly is the fact that a doctor came out with a few broken fingers, apparently she held onto his hand a little too tightly.
“Maybe it would be better if you sit down Sherlock.” John says, trying to get his best friend to calm down. He knows what it’s like to feel this way, he was in his place not too long ago with Mary. “I’m Fine.” Sherlock quips, not bothering to even glance John’s way, in his nervous state the man would snap at air if it passed by too harshly.
“She’s going to be fine Dear.” Mrs. Hudson says, smiling kindly at him. “I’m afraid it’ll be no use trying to reassure him Mrs. Hudson, he wouldn’t  sit until it’s over.” Mycroft comments, looking up from his cell phone to stare at his brother, who so far hadn’t even acknowledge them being there.
Everyone had come by when they got the news, Molly was here a moment ago, but she had to get back to work. Mary’s busy with Rosie and couldn’t come, but she’s been phoning every hour to keep posted. Lestrade stood, leaning against the wall, nervously biting his fingernails. Sherlock could imagine how wrecked the man must be feeling, that is his niece, who’s giving birth to his child, things can go both ways.
Sherlock sits down, tapping his foot against the floor, and decides to block out his nerves and reminiscence.

Nine months ago.

It was early, really early. The sun was coming over the skyline, and Sherlock was stepping back into 221B. He had just finished a tough case, he left Y/n asleep and hoped that his coming back didn’t wake her. He walks into his flat, the only light coming from the rising sun, he walks quietly to his room only to find the bed empty and the sheets askew. “Y/n?” he calls, slightly panicked at the thought that something may have happened while he was out.
“Yeah?” her muffled reply comes from the closed bathroom door,
she sounded odd, her voice was quieter than normal, and Sherlock could hear the tremble behind it. “Are you alright?” he knocks lightly on the door, moving back when the toilet flushes and the door opens, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” she mutters, waving him off. She had just woken up Sherlock notices, her hair was a matted mess and she was still pretty much asleep. So Sherlock guides her back into the bedroom, chuckling when she plants face first into the mattress.
Hours later, Sherlock woke up to yet again an empty bed and Y/n’s hushed voice coming from the living room. He slowly tumbles out of bed, following the sound of her voice, she stood by the window, her back to him and her phone pressed to her ear.
“No. I’m freaking out here. Mary, what am I supposed to do about this now?” The h/c girl questions, she goes silent as Mary replies and groans, running a hand through her hair, “Mary. I need help with this.”
“Need help with what?”
Y/n jumps, spinning around to face her boyfriend who was standing at the door, eyeing her curiously looking half asleep. “Oh. We need milk.” she lies, hoping that in his sleepy state he wouldn’t see through it. She turns again, speaking into her phone, “Mary, I’ll call you back.” before tossing the thing carelessly to the chair. Sherlock shrugs, the lie not registering in his mind, his brain still foggy with sleep. “I’ll go get some.” She says quickly, grabbing her phone from the chair, and her coat. Kissing Sherlock’s cheek, “Back in a bit.” Sherlock pouts at the girl’s retreating form before walking to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. A full carton of milk was staring back at him, they have milk, why lie to get out?
What is she hiding?
                        ________

“Y/n?”
“Hmm?”
The girl sat in Sherlock’s arm chair, her back against the left arm and her legs over the right. A plate of Ginger nut cookies balanced on her stomach and a glass of milk on the ground. What puzzled the detective, is the fact that she doesn’t eat Ginger nut cookies, she doesn’t like them. “You’re eating Ginger nut,” he states, turning to face her from where he stood by the window. She looks at the half eaten cookie in her hand and then to him, “Yeah.. And?”
Sherlock raises his eyebrow, “You don’t.” Y/n smiles lightly, shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t know, I just felt like eating them, they’re not quite bad actually.” She says. Sherlock looks at her for a moment, brushing it off as one of her cravings, she usually has them when she’s on her monthlies. But, even then. It’s never Ginger nut.
                        _______

Y/n sits in the bathroom, clutching the pregnancy test in her hand. She had taken it again, just to be sure, even though all the signs are there, she wanted to be absolutely positive before she blurts it out to Sherlock. “I’m going to tell him tonight, But I want to ease it in first. Don’t wanna startle him.” she says into the phone, hearing Mary’s laugh she smiles, “He’d be startled either way. I’m surprised he hasn’t figured it out yet.” Honestly, Mary is the best person to talk to about this, she is a mother and she had been through this before, so no better person to tell. She told John as well, and he informed her on what to eat and what not to eat, and all other important stuff she should take note of.
“You know he can’t read me that well, it’s a blessing really.” She chuckles, placing the test on the edge of the sink. Leaving the bathroom and into the quiet flat, Sherlock went to the Yard to talk to Greg about something or another. And Y/n took that as a great opportunity to get things done, and one of those things: Home cooked meal.
Something she’s sure Sherlock hasn’t had in a good while. Because one, the little shit says that digestion slows him down and refuses to eat days at a time. Sometimes I could just strangle that man. Y/n thinks, setting up the dining table, nothing like home cooked pasta right?
Sherlock steps through the door, sighing heavily, and Y/n smiles at him, “Was it that bad?”
“Yes. Mr. Summers died of a poison that his wife administrated by putting it in his tea….” Sherlock trails of, watching the girl walk back and forth between the kitchen and the living room. “You cooked.” he states, So that’s what I smelled.
Y/n smiles at him, standing by the table, “Yup,”
After eating, Sherlock and Y/n were sitting on the couch, watching the telly, everything was fine, until Sherlock decided he wanted to use the bathroom.
Oh Gosh! I left the test there!
Before Y/n could begin to panic Sherlock was already up and closing the bathroom door. Well there goes easing it in.
Sherlock comes back out almost immediately, staring at her wide-eyed, not only looking at her confused but he also looks scared.
“I didn’t notice….” he mumbles while Y/n chuckles nervously, wringing the end of her jumper in her hand, “That you’re..” Sherlock trails off, going through all the things he noticed but refused to acknowledge. “Oh.”
“I was going to tell you… eventually.” Y/n says as Sherlock slowly walk to her, sitting down slowly as of he was in a daze. He blinks rapidly before turning to face her, “I am… going to be a father?”
“Yes.”
Sherlock was scared, okay, that was an understatement. The man was down right terrified, What is he supposed to do? What do they do? Because this is his responsibility as much as hers. One, Sherlock doesn’t think he could do this. Two, Lestrade is going to kill him, and he’d have his spirit solving his murder.
But on top of all of that, he is happy, actually, really excited. He’s going to be a father.
Y/n looks at Sherlock as he just stares blankly at the floor, “Sherlock.”
I knew he’d be shocked, I didn’t think his brain would shut down on him.
“Hey. You in there?” Y/n calls, Sherlock blinks again before looking at her, his eyes calm now. “I’m alright….” he pulls her into a hug without another word, and Y/n breathes in his familiar scent of mint and nicotine. “Are you sure you want this? It’s fine if you don’t.” She mumbles against his neck, and he pulls away, looking at her, his dark eyebrows furrowed.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because you’re Sherlock Holmes and you don’t know how to deal with this.” She whispers and Sherlock smiles slightly, “I’m willing to try.”

                        _______

It’s been Nine months, and Y/n is expecting her baby soon, and she was spending the night with Mary. John and Sherlock were out on a case, and it left the girls time to catch up.
Mary had just left to see about Rosie and Y/n was in the kitchen, making tea when it happened. A clench in her stomach and liquid running down her legs.
“Oh God. Mary!”
                     
                    _______

“Don’t worry, they’ll both be fine.” John reassures, putting a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder. As he continues to tap his foot, Mycroft purses his lips at his brother, about to say something when a nurse walks over to them. “Um, Sherlock Holmes?” she calls and Sherlock stands, the nurse smiles at him, “Congratulations, Mr. Holmes, it’s a boy.”
He follows the nurse down the hall, Mycroft a few steps behind. “She’ll be resting now,” the nurse says, stopping in front of a door, opening it. Sherlock walks in, Y/n was in fact sleeping, The nurse leaves them to it. Mycroft stands by the door and quietly clears his throat, handing Sherlock a medium sized box he didn’t even notice he had. Chocolates, he presumes, since Y/n likes them so much.
“Congratulations little brother, I’ll be in touch.” Mycroft says, smiling at Sherlock, “As always brother dear.” Sherlock replies, Mycroft smiles again, turning on his heel to leave, “Do give my love to Y/n when she wakes.” he says over his shoulder.
Greg comes up the hall, telling Sherlock that he has an emergency at the Yard that he needs to attend to immediately, and to call him when Y/n wakes up. Sherlock closes the door behind him, walking to the visitor chair, sitting down. After placing the box of chocolates down, he takes her hand in his. Looking at her sleeping face, ever so peaceful, despite the pain she went through. Curiously, Sherlock picks up the box of chocolates again, opting to take a peak, just to see if Mycroft brought her favorite.
“Don’t you dare eat that. I’ll castrate you.” A quiet voice warns, Ashe was looking at him through one eye, and Sherlock smiles. “Always a threat love.” he chuckles. She smiles tiredly, her thumb running over his knuckles. “Only because I want to kill you. I am never doing that again.” she laughs, a small knock on the door and the nurse that lead Sherlock to the room comes in with a small bundle in her arms. She smiles, carefully handing the baby to his mother, “I feel like I have to say congratulations every time, he’s adorable.” the nurse gushes, smiling again.
Ashe chuckles, looking down at her son wrapped up in soft blue blankets. The nurse quietly leaves, and Sherlock smiles, “He’s perfect.” he says tearfully, “I’m going to name him William, after his father.” Ashe says, smiling at Sherlock and he smiles back, gently squeezing her hand in his.
By the door, John smiles, there’s only a few times he’s gotten to see Sherlock genuinely happy. But, this is way pass the word.

Tag List : @cutie1365 @dontstoptime

taehyung scenario | c is for crush

crush /krʌʃ/ noun. a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone unattainable

genre: angst, fluff
word count: 1.2k
a stand-alone in the ‘synonymous with love’ series // c is for…


It started out like all good love stories should: with a crash, and a crackle of fireworks set off in your chest. That was how Taehyung careened into your life at the crisp age of seven and three quarters, complete with a gap in his teeth, and a collage of plasters stuck to his knees.

You’d been sitting on the step outside your house, reading in the last rays of sun that were cracking through the clouds, when he had cycled past on his bike, and… crash! You jumped up, and ran to where he lay in a crumpled heap at the bottom of your lawn.

Choking on a spout of concerned questions, you bent over him, trying to check for damage. Despite the small trickle of blood escaping from a scrape on his leg, he burst out laughing. Which threw you completely. How could he take a tumble, then sit up and shake it off, hold out his hand for you to shake, and just like that, shake awake something new inside you?

Keep reading

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Moon in Aries

Setting off the cardinal grand cross today, particularly later in the day (and for people east of the Greenwich Meridian, Wednesday morning). The Moon is primarily response, and in Aries she’s a First Responder. We’ll feel impelled to jump right into the middle of things. We may eagerly grasp the opportunity, or we may mightily resent it, or both. A better use of the energy would be to clean your bathroom, go on a long solitary jog, or anything else you can do (1) alone, that is (2) constructive.

Looking ahead to Wednesday: rather more stable.

Leggings Fiasco Shows Changing Nature of Air Travel 

 The decision by United Airlines to deny entry onto a flight to two girls who were wearing leggings has highlighted the changing culture of air travel in the U.S., aviation historians say.

The incident set off a wave of online criticism, with some calling out the airline for what they saw as sexist or old-fashioned dress code policies.

Above:  A couple models their outfits on the tarmac in front of United Airlines plane in a 1960 shoot for Vogue when air travel was much more glamorous. 

Read full story here. 

Don't piss me off

“Tyler stop. I don’t want to fight right now. Just leave me alone, I’m going to bed.” you said standing from the couch where Tyler sat.
“Y/N I don’t want to fight either. Wait don’t go yet. Let’s talk.”
“No. Goodnight, and don’t bother sleeping in our bed tonight. The couch is yours.” you shut the bedroom door with a slam. You don’t even remember what started this fight, all you know is Tyler said one thing that pissed you off and you snapped.
You got into bed and fell asleep fast but you woke back up around 12:30 in the morning missing the feeling of Tyler’s warm body in bed. You weren’t mad at him now and you really weren’t in the first place either. He knew that but was still respectful of your request of him sleeping in the living room. After a year of marriage he knew what set you off more and knew when to not push your buttons.
You walked out of the bedroom to see your home dark. You made your way to the living room where you found Tyler scrunched up in a ball sleeping. You admired him for a minute at how peaceful he looked. Then you walked over and placed a kiss to his head before laying down next to him. He moved over to let you cuddle into him.
“Hey baby. Are you still mad?” he asked with his eyes still closed.
“No I was never really mad at you. I love you too much. I missed you in bed and wanted to see if you wanted to come back to bed with me.” you said with your head on his chest listening to him breathe.
After a few moments of enjoying eachothers company Tyler had you in his arms carrying you to the bedroom. Placing you down on the bed gently.
He scooted in next to you. Even though you had a king size bed you slept like it was a twin. In his arms that gave you so much happiness.
“Y/N?” Tyler whispered unsure if you fell asleep yet.
“Yeah?”
“I love you. I’m sorry I pissed you off earlier.”
“Don’t be sorry I was just being over sensitive. You know how I get sometimes. I love you Ty.”
“I have a question?”
“What?”
“Can we go looking for a new couch. That one isn’t comfortable, and I have a feeling that I’ll be put on the couch again.” Tyler said.
You chuckled and kissed him. “Sure or you can just not piss me off and you can be in this big bed with me every night.”
“Deal.” he smiled as you two kissed and you fell asleep in his arms.

anonymous asked:

for tht ask meme: is it ok if its irl people? (liek youtubers?) if so, then tyler scheid as a human ;0

im assuming u mean human as in like a human and borrower situation, if u mean something else lemme kno and i’ll make ya new headcanons lmao ANYWAY

  • would definitely notice super quick that there’s a borrower about. not necessarily by seeing them, maybe just by noticing that bits of food go missing/cracks in the walls/etc.
  • probably wouldn’t be above setting a trap to catch the borrower lmao
  • comes off as intimidating at first because of how big and quiet he is, but once you get to know him he’s chill af
  • casually forgets that borrowers are small?? “hey come see” and just leaves the room, making the borrower climb alll the way down from the counter and trek into the other room on their own. “here hold this” *casually drops pencil on borrower* “o shit sorry”
  • probably would be hesitant to show the borrower to mark/ethan/amy/kathryn bc he knows how excitable they can get and how it might be overwhelming
  • if the borrower does decide they wanna meet the others tho, he’ll be totally supportive and there to make sure the tiny doesn’t get overwhelmed and everything goes smoothly
  • if they decide to just continue living in secret, he’d also respect that, chat with them if he ever sees them about borrowing, and occasionally leave out treats or supplies for them where they’ll find em
  • also??? he gives the best hugs (with his hand ykno the whole ~borrower hug~ thing). the best. 10/10 hugs. 

anonymous asked:

If your still taking three sentence prompts, Gan Hunk and Keith, "So, did you really adopt a baby wolf by accident during your year in the desert?" Thank you so much~

“I-” Keith begins, because there aren’t wolves in that desert, baby or no, and even if he’d meant coyote, that still doesn’t make sense.  But Hunk nudges him hard in the side, and his eyes slide mischievously over to Lance, who is pretending very hard that he’s not listening to them talk at all.

“Yeah, it was a cute little thing until it grew up and wanted to roam around and get into trouble,” Keith replies, and enjoy’s Lance’s sudden joke and Hunk’s beaming smile.

(”Honestly, I just described Shiro,” Keith admits later, when Hunk’s giggles have finally died down, and that sets him right back off again)

Beautiful Imperfection|| Charles Xavier

Originally posted by mcavoy

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL STATED OTHERWISE - I WANT TO GET MY CHARLES XAVIER REQUESTS OUT OF THE WAY FIRST BECAUSE THERE ARE LESS OF THEM. 

Tag List: @xavier-chxrles @katiedreamy @rivertales @t0ny-st4nk 

Prompt: Charles believes you can’t be in love with him because he lacks one thing almost every man has - legs. So when you finally realize it makes him super insecure, you set off to show him that his imperfection is indeed quite beautiful. 

Set during Xmen Apocalypse - in a world where Alex Summers never really died! Yay!

Keep reading