43. Robert and Marlon. Comedic, not anything serious. (if you'd rather use other characters feel free)
43. “You have no idea how much I want you right
“You look knackered,” Marlon
commented as Robert sat down at the bar.
“I am,” Robert said. “Please
get me a pint and one big serving of your great curry.”
“Hard day at the
office?” Marlon asked as he poured him his pint and placed it in front of him.
“I am in no mood for
your sarcasm,” Robert said.
“Oh, I wasn’t… I mean….oh,
forget it,” Marlon said and shook his head.
quickly said. He really needed to try a bit harder to be nice to Dingles other
than Aaron. “Yeah, hard day at the office, plus Liv got in trouble at school
again, so yeah… something to eat would be great.”
“Oh, the fabulous life
of parenting,” Marlon said with a grin and Robert gave him a scoff.
“It’ll get better, I
think,” Marlon tried.
“Are you printing
posters next?” Robert quipped.
shot back. “I will get to go work on your curry.”
Robert just grinned.
A bit later he came
back out with his curry.
“You have no idea how
much I want you right now,” Robert said.
“What?” Marlon said,
flustered. “I mean… this is…what?”
Robert tilted his
head, eyed Marlon up and down and then deadpanned: “The curry, Marlon. But nice
to see I can get you to blush.”
Marlon scoffed, placed
the plate in front of him and left quickly.
Favorite?… Mm, that’s hard to answer, really… there’s a lot, and most are just in my head(?) xDD. But I guess I’ll have to pick one that involves Licht calling Hyde “Mr Hedgy”. Aahahahajshdg I’m so sorry, this AU is one of my massive headcanons (I suppose you could call it an AU idk) which I’ve mencioned a couple of times, and I’m trying to give shape to it. I really am, it’s a project I set to make as one of my goals for this year, so… I really don’t wan to spoil it too much.
I feel this isn’t the answer you were hoping for xD You probably want some specifics, so umm… I’m just going to mention @reimeijennoir‘s child!Hyde AU caus it’s ADORABLE :3 Check it out if you haven’t yet
After watching you mythologize these men for so long I feel secondhand shock that something actually happened. You really should write a book someday because the way you write about your own life has me as invested in you as I would be in a character in a good book.
THANK YOU omg i’m as shocked as you are but i really appreciate this, i try so hard to do exactly what you’re talking about lol i want to be a character in a novel. but yeah i am still in complete disbelief
So I got tagged in a selfie tag by @youngjaesloudlaugh and like, thanks fam. 💚 I’ve had a lot of tags lately but I usually do yours first anyways. 😂
With and without glasses I guess,and I have curly hair which I love and hate at the same time. I also had better lighting in the first picture so I looked lighter than I actually am. I’m not attractive and I really don’t care much. 😂So I guess I should tag people, so @minyoongijjangjjang@memento-moree@jauregui-dinah@also-jjmpp@vkachuu and @silvernamspoon I hope everybody knows that I try to tag different people every time, so like no hard feelings if you weren’t tagged, I’ll try to tag you next time. I also try to tag blogs I really like and really awesome followers, so thanks guys for existing. 💚
Try “Any pet is a lot of responsibility. A puppy would have to be fed, walked, and taken outside to use the bathroom several times a day and taken for regular check-ups and vaccinations at the vet. You can’t do all of that by yourself, and I/we don’t have the time or money either.”
When your teenager says “Why can’t I come home at 2:00 this Saturday?”
Instead of defaulting to “My house, my rules!”
Try “The time you come home is a matter of respect and consideration. I/We will not only be concerned for your safety, but we would either be disturbed in the middle of the night when you arrive or forced to stay up for several extra hours waiting.”
When your child says “Why am I not allowed to do this thing?”
Instead of defaulting to “My house, my rules!”
Try actually communicating a legitimate reason, because children pick up on subtlety and on context and on the unspoken messages, and it’s better to teach children lessons like “You should think really hard before taking on new responsibilities” and “It’s important to show consideration for the needs of the people with whom you share a living space” than lessons like “It’s okay for people to demand your absolute obedience so long as you’re dependent on them for survival.”
I really liked your awkward Hanzo comics~ Could you make one where McCree compliments his hair (particularly the white little hair-wings part thing) and the next day someone (Genji? Symm?) finds him with a little smile trying extra hard to make them perfect? (not in a snooty/prideful way. more of a "i hope they look good today maybe he'll talk to me again" way) I am not sure if I'm allowed to make requests/suggestions so i hope this does not come off as pushy~ '3' Welp, 25 letters left so this -
im super glad you liked it omg thank yOU!!! i am 1000% down for requests & suggestions hehe there u go!!!
I don’t know how many people know about this particular TAZ Theory but I discovered it last night in the TAZ Subreddit. There are thread discussions about this here and here. There could be more but these were the two I found.
In summary, the theory in general pertains to the fact that Angus might not be all that he seems, and that he might be a dragon in disguise. Specifically a Silver Dragon. Under the cut because this came out really long! (Don’t worry there’s a tldr at the bottom)
I’m sure many of you are wondering where I’ve been these past few months. I’m afraid there isn’t an easy answer to that. Not one I can explain easily. My health has worsened once again. I’ve had to deal with kidney stone surgery and stomach issues along with a deepening depression and an increase of severity of my chronic fatigue. It has been a struggle to get through every day and I guess tumblr just didn’t seem like it mattered much anymore.
I lost touch with close friends and I stopped talking to my parents very much. I went into a shell and honestly I’m still not sure how to get out of it. I’m having a brief moment of clarity so I thought I should say something because I think some people might be a little worried about me.
Right now I am resting comfortably and keeping myself occupied with cartoons and other various shows. I try my best not to think about my predicament because as of yet, a solution has not presented itself. I’ve tried all of the depression medications. I’ve looked into new treatments. I just haven’t found anything that has any promise. For the time being I an stuck like this. I probably won’t be around much. It’s really hard to even write this. But I’ll try to write a little more frequently if I can.
As it stands, right now I am focused on getting rid of my last kidney stone. Apparently there is a procedure that blasts it with sound waves and breaks it up into tiny particles. They put you under for that, but you get to go home the same day. I will be doing this in the next week or so. Hopefully it will make me feel a little better, but I can’t say for sure.
Chris and I are still putting out the monthly Patreon comics. I hope you still enjoy them.
I am going to get back to resting and trying to occupy my mind. I hope you all are well and I appreciate you always sticking with me, even if I disappear for a while.
I wanted to write this as a sort of time capsule, so that you would know how your mother was at sixteen and what I expect of you as my daughter.
I love music and singing, and I expect I’ll put you for music classes early on, unless you don’t like singing and composing which is completely okay.
You can quit and join karate or anything you want.
I won’t force you, instead I’ll let you find your own path in life, like my mom let me.
You wanna ride horses? Cool. I liked that too.
You wanna go for kickboxing and learn how to defend yourself? Cool.
You wanna do ballet and enthrall the audience with your magnificent coordination? Amazing.
Anything you want to do babe, I am hundred percent right behind you.
I am big on reading as well, and this may sound odd, but unlike dancing or singing, I would very much adore it if you loved reading as much as me.
I will introduce it gently of course, by telling you adventure stories I wrote for you, about bears and fairies, and any thing you like.
Then I would introduce all sorts of new books, the same ones my mom introduced to me,Malory Towers, St. Claires, Tin-Tin’s, Secret Seven and so on.
If you don’t like reading, I understand.
I hope you do, though.
I am really sorry but you may or may not have my acne.
I am so sorry, I know how much you suffer trying to talk to that cute boy who’s the next Zac Efron, or how hard you try to cover it up.
Or how much you cry over something that someone said about your skin.
I wish I could change things in that department but I can’t. You have combination skin just like me, and it only gets better everyday, and soon enough a beautiful sense of maturity and compassion will bloom, like those Violets you adore.
You might deal with a lot of appearance issues, and trust me, even all the way back in 2017, we still have them.
Let me tell you this, your weight is just the relationship you have with gravity.
It doesn’t define your intellect, beauty, the amount of love you can give to the universe around you.
W=m x g
That’s all weight is.
So eat that pizza, gobble that pancake and never starve yourself.
I am not saying don’t be healthy and exercise, oh no, but its okay to be kind to yourself once in a while.
I am not going to say I am not going to behind your grades, or behind you to keep them up, but I will give you a chance to improve if you mess up, which you will and thats okay.
To me, do what you love.
Do something that keeps you happy, something that keeps you interested.
Do something that makes you excited to walk into work.
I hope I am doing the same honestly.
To me, education is not just about books and grades, and the colleges you get into.
I’ve probably taken you to so many places in the world, and all that you’ve learned, all the food you’ve eaten, all the cultures you’ve experienced, that is what you have truly experienced. Of course, it won’t pay your bills and it sure as hell won’t help you get to college, but it will make you better citizens of this earth, better human beings, more accepting, less judgmental.
Oh my, honey, you are going to fall so hard.
For a broken boy with broken promises.
With the talented singer.
With the most popular boy in school.
With someone half way across the world.
In the end, after everyone, you will realize you don’t need to settle for someone who makes you feel terrible about yourself, you just need someone who treats you like the princess you are.
Trust me, its not the prettiest or the most popular that gets to be the keeper of your precious heart.
Of course, if you decide you don’t want to be in a relationship, that’s great.
You’re a strong independent woman who doesn’t need anyone to tell her how downright amazing she is.
(feminist alert! haha)
They are going to break you, shatter you, make you feel like you can never love again.
You will love again though.
Again and again.
(You can change the genders above to suit you)
I expect by the time you are old enough to realize who you love, who you’re attracted to, it won’t matter.
I hope for Goodness sakes, we live in progressive times.
If we don’t, I will love you no matter what, if you’re bi, demi, gender fluid or anyone.
I will love you the same.
Coming out will be the easiest thing you will ever have to do, I promise.
Well, I am an agnostic, but if you decide that you want to follow a religion I will allow it.
Preferably Hinduism because that would make my mom and dad, (your grandma and grandpa happy) but if its Buddhism, Christianity or any religion, be my guest.
Explore, decide and tell me.
I will respect you if you decide to believe in a higher power, because I think that takes a certain amount of strength.
I might get mad at you, scream, cry and you have to realize I am not perfect.
Far from it.
I just want you to be a nice, respectful and loving human being.
Your grades and talents are secondary to me.
Sure I might not buy everything you want me to, but I promise I will provide you with everything you need.
I need to leave now, but it’s been great getting to know you,
this is sixteen year old me signing out.
1.27.17 | 11:05 AM
4 days to go before my final physics exam worth 40% of my mark! The semester has been a rough one, my mark went from 98 to 87 and if I want a 90, I’ll have to get at least a 95 on the exam so wish me luck!
Also, pertaining to my electricity test, I got 42/50, which is granted not my best work, but I’ll keep trying! ♡
Don’t be too hard on yourself okay? Marks really aren’t everything, I’m just competing with myself.
Hello! This is a quick little guide on making yourself a self care sachet. This can be used by anyone, but is centered around aiding those with long term mental health issues such as depression or anxiety.
They are basically a little promise you are making to yourself. Whether that be to remember to feel less anxiety over doing daily activities such as washing or brushing your teeth or just a reminder to not be so hard on yourself and to drink more hot chocolate, it’s up to you what you pick. The idea is to pick a purpose that cares for you in a positive way. I’ve been making these recently and they have really helped me. As the process is quite beginner friendly I thought I’d share!
You will need:
Herbs of your choice (Optional)
Small crystal (Optional)
Tissue paper (ordinary paper if you lack tissue paper)
Tape OR string
1. Write your intent down.
Some examples of intent: “I try my best to eat regular meals” “I am able to stay calm outside of my room” “I allow myself to enjoy a hot chocolate”.
Create a sigil out of your statement and write it down on another piece of paper or a leaf.
Read your statement out loud and will all of your energy into visualising it coming to fruition.
Burn the piece of paper/ the leaf and collect the ashes.
2. Gather your materials.
Cut a small square to make your sachet with from your tissue paper.
Add each of your chosen herbs to the middle. (I chose lavender for peace/anxiety, sage for wisdom and cleansing and dried dandelions picked in beltane for positivity and energy)
Add your crystal.
Close the sachet by either taping it or tying it together with a piece of string.
3. Hold the sachet in your hands.
Again, visualise all of your positive thoughts and good energy flowing through your arms down into the sachet. Kiss it, if that’s your thing.
You are done! Carry the sachet with you in your pocket, put it under your pillow, do whatever you want with it. Hope you have a nice day c:
I received a request by a close friend to make this prompt into a Klangst fic, and I can only say that this is the best that I can do. “I’m Sorry” part 3 will be up sometime by tomorrow, probably in the late afternoon. I know you guys want more but unfortunately, I’m still working on it. I’m sorry I swear I’ll get it up soon and I’ll put all my effort into making the story enjoyable. If you guys want to see Klangst I’ll do my best to keep that a part of the fic and if I don’t get it right or don’t live up to your expectations I am so sorry. I’ll try really hard to make you all happy. I swear.
They had no idea how many fighters there would really be.
They had underestimated Lotor’s ability to take lead of the war, while his father was recuperating from the severe beating Voltron had given him.
Overall, Voltron was outnumbered. They were unable to keep up with the multitude of jets, which seemed to be a never ending fleet.
Shiro pushed them to the brink, and finally, they were able to take out enough ships to give them an opening.
Hunk used his bayard to form his shoulder cannon, taking out the energy canons on a majority of the warships, forcing Lotor to pull back his fleet and retreat.
But not before Blue was shot by a fleeing fighter jet.
Somehow, the laser cut through Blue, shattering through her cockpit and nailing Lance in the back. Blue lurched forward, feeling Lance’s pain.
The right side of Lance’s torso was burned. The team was so wrapped up in the exhilaration of victory, they didn’t notice Lance choking back pain filled sobs. He suppressed them, and began laughing along with the others, ignoring his own agony. They didn’t need to deal with the knowing he was hurt when they were so happy. He felt blood trickle down his chin, and he knew he had bashed his head against the controls when Blue lurched.
Lance shook his head, feeling just how quickly the pain overcame him. He choked, but swallowed back any form of distress.
“We did it!” Pidge exclaimed excitedly, whooping victoriously along with Hunk’s victory dance.
“Nice job team!” Shiro complemented proudly, smiling as he turned his lion around, flying back towards the castle, and a well earned resting period. Allura smiled proudly at the paladins, her face popping up on the intercoms in front of each paladin.
Lance’s attempts at concealing his pain were in vain. Allura noticed almost immediately.
“Well done paladins! Come quickly so that we may celebrate! I’ll open the hall of lions once you are all directly outsi- Lance?!” Allura’s worried tone sliced through the intercoms and all the paladins’ focuses were on Lance’s screen in a split second.
The paladins all periodically enlarged the screen.
“Hey guys! W-we did it!” Lance laughed uneasily, trying to cover his wound. But blood was more difficult to conceal, as was the immediate agony of moving, blossoming across his face.
“Shit- everyone get back to the castle! Lance- do you think you can make it in time?!” Shiro shouted, terror of losing Lance overcoming him. He had never sweared in front of the others before, and that was enough to send them into a panic. Pidge and Hunk were on the verge of tears, and Keith’s anxiety held him teetering over the edge of oblivion that was his mind.
Lance grinned, but slowly, his eyes shut, and his head fell forward.
Anxiety bloomed in everyone’s chest, and Shiro was that much closer to a panic attack.
“Lance?! ” Shiro all but screamed, leaning forward in his cockpit chair, seemingly trying to reach out to Lance through the screen. Blue started moving, but Lance, seemingly lifeless, did not move an inch on the intercoms.
“The blue lion is piloting itself?!” Pidge exclaimed, confusion and dread evident in their tone. Blue sped towards the Castle.
“Follow Blue! Hurry!” Keith shouted, turning Red around swiftly, immediately flooring it. He flew to the Castle at an alarming speed, with Pidge and Hunk right behind him. Shiro, shaken from the sudden realization Lance might not have made it, was a little slow on catching up with the others. He shook the thoughts away in denial.
‘He has to make it. He has got to be okay.’ Shiro thought, speeding after the others.
Blue all but smashed through the hangar doors, much to Allura’s shock, and flew directly to her landing point.
Blue landed safely, careful not to shake too much, intending not to hurt Lance any further, and once she had, she turned all her energy towards waking him.
‘Wake, my Blue paladin. Your teammates need you.’ Blue nudged Lance into consciousness, and he reluctantly complied. He shook his head, attempting to shake away the feelings of agony. Blue supported his attempts by forcing positive emotions into his thought process.
He felt exceedingly better, and was even capable enough to rise out of his piloting chair, afterwards making his way to the cockpit’s exit.
Keith spun Red into landing position, opened the cockpit, and booked it, running towards Lance as fast as he possibly could.
“Lance?! Lance?!” Keith, Hunk, and Pidge all ran to the Blue Lion, their feet slamming into the cold metal floors of the Castle. Blue’s eyes dimmed, and Keith was on the verge of a mental break down.
“Please be okay, please be okay…” Keith heard Shiro mutter, finally landing Black into the hangar and hopping out quickly. Shiro caught up almost immediately, soon followed by a worried Coran and a panicked Allura.
“Not Lance… Anyone but Lance.” Hunk whispered to himself breathlessly, tears threatening to spill. Keith tried his best to keep his mind from wandering to dark thoughts about Lance’s state.
They skidded to a halt. Blue’s cockpit was opening.
Out stumbled Lance, and Keith tricked himself into feeling relief- until he saw the blood.
There was so much of it.
The crimson substance trickled out of his mouth, down his arm, and there was blood all across his torso. His forehead had blood dripping down the right side of it. His usually soft brown hair was a tangled mess, matted against his head due to all the blood.
“Lance?” Keith’s voice cracked.
Lance looked so pale. His knees were shaking. His breathing was uneven. His blue eyes looked so empty. And yet, he still managed to pull off his winning smile without a hitch. Keith’s stomach lurched.
“Yup. In all my wounded, bloody glory.” Lance chuckled, his expression littered with pain.
“We need to get you to the healing pods.” Keith ran forward, and as soon as he got close enough, he lifted Lance into his arms bridal style. Lance’s breathing hitched, but when Keith looked down at him, he smirked.
“Who knew the hotheaded Keith could be such a gentleman?” Lance chuckled, and Keith almost blushed.
“I don’t need a pick up line right now Lance- I need you to keep your eyes open and stay alive.” Keith lifted an eyebrow, lifting one arm slightly. Lance gasped, an agonizing pain shooting through his spine from the faint movement.
Keith stared down at the agony ridden Lance, and finally took a good look at the wound.
Summary: Dean and reader pose as a couple to lure a vampire
Word Count: 2540
Warnings: Smut, language, near death situation
As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
We were in the middle of this hunt when Mary called. We couldn’t exactly walk out on this, so Sam had volunteered to help Mary while Dean and I stay behind to finish the job.
Which led to the situation that I’m now in. It’s not so much a situation as a ‘how the holy fuck did it end up like this’ type of scenario. At the moment, as I sit in the Impala at the edge of a secluded forest with Dean, I wish that Dean had gone and Sam had stayed.
Not that it wouldn’t have been weird with Sam. It would have been weird, just a different kind of weird. Normal weird, not weird-weird. Sure, Sam is six plus feet of handsome, but the relationship I have with him is more sibling-ish. I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for Sam - the kind where my heart races a bit faster when he’s near and my girly bits get all tingly. Dean, on the other hand, has that effect on me. My relationship with Dean is strictly platonic, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream. And boy, do I ever dream. The man is fucking sex on bow-legs. Can you blame a girl?
Here’s the thing about this particular vampire - he’s got a bit of a twisted fetish. His tastes run into the kinky. He likes to take his victims mid-coitus. Doing the nasty. Knocking boots. The horizontal Mambo. He’s a real piece of work. Like I said, he’s a kinky son of a bitch.
His modus operandi is to kill the male and snatch the female. We haven’t quite figured out what he does with the girls, but our best guess is he turns them. And keeps them for his own amusement, if you catch my drift.
But I’m getting off course here. Right now my gut is swirling with butterflies, my heart pounding loudly enough that this vampire can probably hear it a mile off. In just a moment, I’m going to be making out with Dean. Sure, it’s for the greater good, I volunteer as tribute, blah blah blah. I know it’s not real, it’s just for show, but I’m nervous as hell. I’m staring at his lips and he’s giving me that cocky as hell smirk, you know the one I’m talking about. His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip and I practically swoon. I’m like Scarlet fucking O’hara, I’ve got a case of the vapors. I might actually pass out.
What would happen if Lance died and the rest of the team goes back to Earth to tell his family, like
-They all had a vague sense that his family was large, but w h a t (Hunk definitely already knew but he’s too sad to be telling the team these things because Lance should be doing it)
-His family already thought he was dead/missing, and the team now has to explain, no, he wasn’t dead, he was saving the universe
-Everyone is crying now
-The team feels especially bad now, because they were all worried about themselves, but none of them has ever heard Lance talking about missing his family besides Coran
-Now Coran feels bad that he never further helped Lance with this problem
-Pidge is mad at herself for always talking about her family and not thinking about how Lance had a family too
-Hunk is now realising that he had been shoving Lance away right when Lance really needed him
-Keith has hardly ever met people like this . They are telling them that Lance is dead and yet they’re still joking like Lance would and Keith can’t handle it??
-Shiro hears from Lance’s family how he was Lance’s hero and he already kind of knew, but “oh wow, I treated this kid horribly when he was just trying to impress me I am a horrible leader”
-Allura regrets pushing Lance so hard. She once nearly drove everyone into a star once just to go a home she knew was already long since destroyed, but Lance never tried to leave? And yet she still yelled at him. He honestly had more to return to than she did, but she never even considered it
(Wow, I love langst. And wow, I am bad at getting ideas down. This sounded better in my head)
the fact that harry’s doing so few interviews….soothes my soul. like as much as i love hearing him talk and Cannot wait to hear him talk more about his writing and his actual music it just calms me to know that this is probably the way he wanted it?? and that he and his team aren’t putting him in a position where he’s going to feel overwhelmed or burnt out for going too hard too fast. it’s like he’s really letting his music do the talking and not his personal life or anything else. it’s really all about the art and idk what i am trying to say other than harry’s already a legend and an icon and i rly cannot express how proud i am of him !
Trying to get back into the groove of this doujin. Every time I draw Sesshomaru it’s so stressful cuz it feels like: ‘My God if I don’t draw him absolutely flawless they’ll never forgive me’. Anway, have a preview of one of the newer pages I’ve sketched this week. This one is page 61 (I am only at 68 atm. By my calculations I have about 20 more to sketch)
Also hey look! Flashback to Obon!Kagome from Chapt. 07!