Source: @mobpsy100_uu on twitter.
Omg I just finished Mob Psycho 100 and I’m so happy I watched it!!! I knew nothing about it going into the first episode so everything was new and exciting. I don’t know but from the title I thought it was going to be a horror anime kinda like tokyo ghoul but it totally wasn’t. It was funny and energetic with great action scenes. The build ups during the action scenes were my fav. They weren’t like the build ups in other animes like Naruto or Fairy Tale where it get repetitive sometimes. Also it had good morals and meaning in the main plot that I found refreshing to other animes that were kinda just surface meanings. Ten out of ten would recommend!!!!
Also as a side note before watching this anime I was concerned because I hadn’t watch a really really great anime in a while probs since I watched Death Parade. Thank you Mob Psycho 100 for helping me get my love for anime.
Vietnam veteran, Eddie Robinson, in a wheelchair, watching the Chattanooga Armed Forces Day parade with his child. This photograph won a Pulitzer Prize in 1977. Chattanooga, Tennessee. May 15, 1976. Photo by Robin Hood
CSJJ Day 7: Step By Step My Heart Will Start Melting
Apologies for posting so late in the day! 5.2k words of College AU CS for @csjanuaryjoy, based on the prompt ‘My friends persuaded me to offer ‘free hugs’ but I hate being touched, what is this?’ aka the one where Emma can’t let a bet go featuring Killian and onion rings. Rated H for Hugging.
This will be up on ff.net and ao3 later in the week when I finally manage to sort out my online life. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!
Emma’s New Year’s Resolution is off to a terrible start.
It’s just gone 3am on January 1st and she’s already had to fend off three
different guys whom her friends have shoved towards her, giving her significant
The party’s starting to wind down, and she’s currently
resorted to nursing another beer in the corner of the sofa, watching the parade
of drunken college students stumbling out of the apartment door.
“Emmaaaaaa,” Mary Margaret waltzes towards her across the
mostly-deserted room and plops down next to her, eyes shining a little more
brightly than usual in her alcohol-induced haze. Her boyfriend David follows
her, catching Emma’s eye with a chuckle and settling next to his girlfriend,
linking their fingers easily while Mary Margaret continues to smile up at Emma.
“Why’re you all alone?” Mary Margaret asks. Her usual tact
has apparently disappeared along with her sobriety.
“I’m not – ” Emma starts, but she’s cut off by Ruby waving
towards her as she approaches with yet another
man in tow.
“Emma! Meet Eric,” she announces proudly, thrusting the poor
Emma ignores him, fixing Ruby with a glare.
“Rubes, I already said, I’m not interested.”
Ruby just raises her eyebrows encouragingly, ignoring the
man’s awkward fidgeting.
“No offense,” Emma adds, throwing a cursory nod to the guy.
“I’ll, uh, Happy New Year,” Eric says, before turning and
making a hasty escape through the front door.
“Emma!” Ruby whines, collapsing onto the arm of the sofa,
“Do you want to spend your first
night of 2017 in a cold, dark bed alone?”
“I just want you guys to stop setting me up with people when
I told you I’m not interested,” Emma mutters, glaring darkly into her beer can.
Her words must come out harsher than she intended because Ruby doesn’t respond,
and maybe she should feel bad but it’s really starting to bug her that her
friends are so insistent on setting her up and maybe she wants to be single, okay?
“Emma,” Mary Margaret tries, leaning her head on Emma’s arm,
“We just don’t want you to feel left out of our group dates.”
And there’s the reason for her friends’ increasingly
aggressive attempts at matchmaking. Mary Margaret and David may have been the
world’s most sickeningly adorable couple since their (direct quote) ‘love at
first sight’ back in the first week of freshman year, but Ruby’s betrayal as
her fellow singleton came as a surprise to them all when Belle came into the
picture, the couple becoming official last summer. Since then, Mary Margaret’s
obsession with couple dates has led Emma’s friends on a seemingly unstoppable
crusade to find her a boyfriend. Hence the New Year’s Resolution to find a way
out of this speed-dating hell.
Summary: Your family comes over to yours and Justin’s place to celebrate thanksgiving with the two of you.
Warnings: none, fluff mostly.
“Y/n! What if your parents don’t like me?” Justin whined.
“Trust me Justin, they’ll love you! You’re a good guy, there’s nothing you have to worry about.” I reassured him.
Justin has been stressing this day since November has started. He always worried about my parents not liking him or he says something inappropriate or edgy around the dinner table. I always had to tell him, he would be fine. Which he was! The pies were baking in the oven and Justin and I were watching the parade on tv.
“We should go there one year.” I suggested.
“The one in New York is better.” He replied.
“Well then, we should go to the one in NYC next year.” I continued, “Maybe you won’t worry about my parents not liking you.”
“Shut up.” He scoffed, “You’re such an ass.”
I laughed at his change in demeanor. Justin will always be a little baby—not that it’s a bad thing. I don’t mind it, sometimes. I got up from the couch and checked on the pies in the oven. They were looking good so far. My parents and other family were bringing their own dishes so, I thought it’d be best to bake something. It’s the least I could do.
They were going to start arriving around five, so that gave us about 3 hours to ourselves. I put my y/h/c hair up into a ponytail, not really caring how it looked. I rested my hands on my hips and sighed. This was going to be a long day.
“Y/n!” Justin called to me. I walked out of the kitchen to see what he wanted.
“What?” I questioned, showing some annoyance.
“I don’t know what to wear! What if I dress too preppy?” He asked.
“Justin, you’re going to give yourself a heart attack if you keep this up. Just chill out. We’ll find you something to wear.” I said, “You’ve never met someone else’s parents before?”
“I have but, not for thanksgiving! I haven’t had a girl around to take me to their parents.” He replied.
“We have three hours babe, you’ll be fine.” I said, leaving the room. I was going to have a heart attack if he kept on bothering me. I never understood what was so bad about meeting your significant other’s parents. Justin, I could understand but, in general.
I shook my head of my thoughts and sat on the chair, seated by the island.
I took my phone out of my pocket and decided to call my parents.
“Oh hello honey! How are you?”
“Great. Justin and I are super excited to see you guys!”
“Oh really? We can’t wait to meet him! Hopefully he’s better than your old boyfriend.”
“Mom. Stop. Don’t bring him into this. Justin’s a great guy, trust me. He’s a keeper.”
“Hope so. Well, we will be seeing you in a few hours. We love you so much y/n!”
“Love you too. Bye!”
Parents these days. Always bring up your ex’s. I locked my phone and put it back in my pocket. I ran my hands through my hair and messed around with my hair ends. I needed to get these trimmed. I got up from my seat and bumped into Justin on the way up.
“What are you doing!” I yelled, caught off guard.
“I couldn’t help but listen. Your folks seem alright.” He said.
“They sure are.” I said, “Anyways, why don’t we go figure out what you’re going to wear?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” He smirked.
He followed behind me as we went up the stairs to our room. We went into his closet and began looking through stuff.
“Now. Before we start deciding what you’re going to wear let’s get something straight. You don’t need to dress preppy because my parents know how you are already. You can wear a nice shirt with nice jeans. No rips, no nothing.” I said, “Got it?”
“Don’t dress preppy, just look nice.” He repeated, “Got it.”
“Good! Now let’s find something for you to wear.” I exclaimed, beginning to go through his endless wardrobe of clothes. We finally came across something both him and I could agree on.
“Okay, everybody this is my boyfriend Justin. Be nice to him.” I joked. I sent Justin a look, meaning for him to get up and introduce himself.
He got up from his seat and began talking. “O-okay. Um, hello. I’m J-Justin. And it’s nice to meet y-you all.” He stuttered. I mentally faced palmed myself but, hey! At least he stuck to our plan.
“Nice to meet you sweetheart. Y/n, you didn’t tell how handsome he was in person.” My mom said.
“Oh my goodness mom. Dad’s right there, you know!” I laughed.
“Ooh, I’m sure he doesn’t care. Justin, you’re from Canada if I heard that correct, right?” My mom continued.
“Born and raised ma'am.” He replied, sounding more confident. There’s the Justin I know.
“That’s so nice!” She smiled, “Maybe next thanksgiving we can meet your parents! I’d love to see the people who created you into the young man you are!”
“Of course.” He smiled back at her, “Y/n just needs to let me know.”
The rest of the night went smoothly and as planned. I looked about and everyone was having a good time, even Justin. I smiled to myself taking everything in. You just gotta love the holidays with family.
Soon, little by little, some of the family left. My parents were the last to go.
“Y/n, you better tell us about when Justin’s parents invite us over for thanksgiving.” My mom said to me.
“His thanksgiving is different from ours. But, I’ll let you know.” I rested my hand on her shoulder. My father and her engulfed me in a hug and planted a wet kiss on my cheek.
“And I could never forget about the man of the hour. Come and give your in-laws a good ol’ hug!” She focused her attention on Justin. Oh brother. I watched as he gave her a hug and he was ready to let go but, not her.
She kissed him multiple times on each cheek.
I had to put an end to this before she starts fully making out with him.
“Alright mom. I think he’s had enough.” I joked, prying her off of him.
“Oh, silly me! I got carried away!” She laughed, “We’ll meet again soon Mr. Bieber.”
Justin nodded his head and scratched the back of his neck. I bid my parents farewell and watched as they pulled out the driveway to leave. I gave one last wave before they drove off. I closed the door and turned around to face Justin.
“See? It wasn’t even that bad.” I said.
“You were right. But, your mom gives insane kisses.” He laughed. I let out a slight chuckle and rolled my eyes.
I t ’ s t h e b e g i n n i n g o f t h e l o n g e s t d a y, the summer solstice. Sistere and sol, because the sun seems to stand still. We got through the night. My dear, it couldn’t have lasted forever. But you’re a good man. Very clever. Y o u ’ l l m a k e i t t h r o u g h.
hi! can u do a hayes imagine where you have a huge thanksgiving party at his house with ur family and his and all our friends and it’s just super fun and special? thanks
a/n; they’re older in this imagine because it goes with what I wrote
Word Count: 460
Pairing: Hayes Grier X Reader
“Babe, it’s gonna be fine.” Hayes assured me for the third time as I checked the turkey. “But what if it’s dry, or not fully co-” “Shut your pretty little mouth and go sit down, watch the parade and calm down.” He cut me off, kissing my cheek before pushing me towards the couch. “Hayes,” I paused when I saw the look on his face, “fine.” I mumbled giving in. I sat down, with my arms crossed, making sure I’m showing that he’s annoying me.
He sat down next to me, his arm lazily laying on my shoulder. “Dinner is going to be amazing, and if it somehow gets messed up, I’ll order pizza.” Hayes explained, I rolled my eyes, “Hayes.” I whined, punching his side lightly. He laughed under his breath, focusing his attention back onto the TV.
“Hey mom.” I heard Hayes say from the front door, I smiled to myself as I set the final timer on the oven, dinner will be ready in about ten minutes. “Hi, Elizabeth.” I smiled joining Hayes, as Skylynn and her dad walked towards the front door. “How are you, Y/N?” Elizabeth asked, hugging me shortly, letting herself into the house, which was fine. “I’m good, how are you?” I asked, making small talk as we waited for everyone to arrive.
“Oh my god, yes I remember that!” I laughed as Kyle started talking about when I first met the guys, Hayes was more nervous than I was. “Shut up.” Hayes groaned laying his head back, I smiled at him, squeezing his hand. He smiled at me for a second. “What are you thankful for?” Someone asked, the whole room went silent as everyone thought of their answers, “my friends and family.” Was the most said answer.
I looked towards Hayes’ mom as she started talking. “I’m thankful for all my baby’s, my grand-baby, and my soon-to-be daughter in law.” Instantly my eyes went to Nash and Taylor, but she wasn’t wearing a ring, and Will and Jeanne have been married for about a year now. I looked over at Hayes in confusion, only to find him on one knee in front of me. My hands flew up to my mouth in shock, everyone was smiling at us, like they all knew this was going to happen, obviously Elizabeth knew, but everyone else too?
“I’m thankful for my hopefully soon-to-be wife.” He said, I nodded, before he even got to ask the actual question. “Yes!” I answered, letting him take my left hand. I watched him slide the ring on my finger as everyone started cheering. I wrapped my arms around Hayes’ neck as he stood up, pulling me up with him. “I love you.” He whispered, kissing me.