remember when they were all bros

anonymous asked:

I feel like on some level,,,, everybody’s seen Total Drama Island

thats true… i remember the finale to this day me and my friend used to tune in every week and we were judt chillin playing smash bros when we REMEMBERED and jumped to change the channel. i remember we all sorta rooted for gwen.(was that her name? goth girl.)

While all these douche bros tweet about how Hugh Hefner was badass for getting so much “pussy” and having young “bitches” around him just remember what he was really like:

• Wrote about female sexuality and how women should enjoy themselves in the 60’s and 70’s

• Hired female photographers when magazines like Vogue still didn’t

• Openly accepted gay sexuality even when he was young

• Helped Bettie Page get the rights to her image in the 90’s when she was poor and elderly and people were making money off of her without her knowledge

• Had his ex wife and kids live next door so he could still see them and help raise them

• All playboy playmates were allowed to use the facilities at the Playboy Mansion for the rest of their lives, it wasn’t just a place for the newest young girls

• Didn’t use his fame and image to force girls to be with him or assault them. He would formally ask girls to live with him and be his girlfriend, and they were all over 18.

If you don’t like him that’s fine, but he wasn’t some sexual predator-he did what wanted openly and was honest about it.

RIP Hugh

A little AU meet-cute based on @billypoindexter‘s prompt (someone else may have already done it, but I haven’t written any zimbits in forever):

So I was watching Say Yes to the Dress yesterday and Corbin Bleu and his fiancé (now wife) Sasha Clements were on it and when they asked how they met Sasha said they met in a grocery store and she kind of recognized him, and figured he was an acquaintance whose name she had forgotten. So she goes “Hey!! How are you?” and they chat for a bit before she realizes that she knows him because he’s famous.

Bitty was rounding the end of the cereal aisle, rechecking the grocery list to see if he’d gotten everything and wondering what was wrong with the state of public education in New England that none of his roommates had apparently learned basic penmanship, when he ran into someone.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” he exclaimed, and suppressed the wince as his accent reflexively came out full force. (It was partly the apologizing, and partly that he’d learned people were more forgiving if they thought he wasn’t from ’round here. He’d decided to embrace it; if he couldn’t get rid of the accent, it might as well be good for something.)

“No, no problem,” said the person, and then Bitty actually looked at him and felt that familiar terror of countless small-town grocery runs with his mother, where they ran into someone that he knew he was supposed to know, but could not place for the life of him, let alone remember an actual name.

“Well, hey!” he exclaimed, racking his brain frantically for the reason this guy looked so familiar. Surely he’d remember someone who looked like that. Lord. There was nothing, though, so he let autopilot take over. “How have you been?”

Tall, Dark, and Handsome blinked at him. (How could Bitty have forgotten eyes that blue? What even was wrong with him today? This was ridiculous.) “Uh, okay, actually. Yup. Everything going well.”

“Well, that’s great!” Bitty glanced at his list again. “Hey, can you read this? I genuinely can’t tell if this is supposed to be English.”

The guy obligingly took the paper from him and squinted at it. “Provolone, I think.”

Bitty took the list back and stared at it for a second. “I think you’re right. Honestly, Holster.”

“I was just heading toward the deli myself.”

“How perfect! I really kind of hate shopping by myself? But this was just supposed to be a quick in and out, or at least it was until I realized I apparently live with chickens in human guise who never learned to write properly.”

By the time Bitty and The Guy checked out and parted ways half an hour later, Bitty still hadn’t recalled his name, and by then it was clearly too late to admit it.

Oh well, he’d probably remember later, when he was trying to fall asleep.


“You know,” he called pointedly from the kitchen, “y’all could make yourselves useful and help me put all these things away.”

“Yes! Bro! Did you see that pass?” Holster yelled instead.

“Beauty,” Ransom answered, and then there was the sound of a high-five.

Bitty sighed and stuck his head around the corner to see what they were yelling about now.

SportsCenter, as usual, was on, playing highlights from the Falconers’ game the night before. As Bitty watched, it switched from the on-ice play to an intermission interview.

An intermission interview. With the guy from the grocery store.

Jack Zimmermann.

“Oh my god,” Bitty said for the second time that day, hands to his cheeks, which were indeed burning up.

Holster looked over at him in concern. “Bits? What’s wrong? Why do you look like a tomato?”

“I just spent half an hour casually grocery shopping with Jack fucking Zimmermann because I thought he looked familiar and I didn’t want to admit I couldn’t place him. Oh my god, I could just die.”

Ransom and Holster exchanged glances and then they were on him. “No shit! What’s he like? What did he buy? Tell us everything!”

“I can never shop there again,” Bitty said faintly.

alright, I know BM is the Extra ™ king of our hearts but there are so many things about him that we got to discuss and appreciate more like:

  • The most!! underrated!! dancer!! in!! Kard!! @Hidden Kards we gotta start showing some love to this man’s moves and his thicc thighs he puts so much energy and enthusiasm into every choreography 
  • also: always so happy to be on stage!! legit always beaming ear to ear every performance no matter how tired he is during interviews or off stage!!
  • surprisingly artistic? he’s got a pretty good eye for colour and shape if the odd doodles he done for signs and the lock in the secret kard episode is any indication
  • also….probably hella smart?? dude legit was going to be lawyer untill he decided he wanted to hip thrust to korean music for the rest of his life @bm dm me I want to know what your grades were like
  • compliments the girls!! compliments j seph!! compliments camera men!! compliments interviewers!! how dare this man attack us with all this love and positivity 24/7
  • gets super into certain musicians and recommends them to everybody y’all remember when he talked about Russ every single time he was asked what he was listening to? probably the type to play the same album again and again from front to back
  • super gay for j seph and also living proof that true friendship is when you and your bro start dancing in public as celebration to everything
  • surprisingly vulnerable and honest?? every time he gets asked about trainee life he’s always super up front about how difficult it was for him there’s no macho posturing on his side
  •  sk8tr boy 
  • how he’s been praised for his korean by interviewers but he’s always throwing in random english catchphrases and switching around languages during more casual settings i feel him #justbillingualthings 
  • likes it when k-fans call him Big Mathew okay you’re not fooling anyone
  • always happy to twerk. always. 
  • probably has a way more softer toned down side?? the other members have said that off camera he’s very different lord can you imagine Soft BM in sweat pants and an old t shirt being all quiet and cuddly and affectionate?? disgusting. 
  • is probably out there at this very moment being the hip thrusting frat sk8tr LA boy who loves his members and loves the Hidden Kards and tries to lift everyone’s mood you know what i hate this i played myself with this post good bye 

anonymous asked:

Idk if this is unpopular but I prefer taylena to all of Taylors other friendships

I don’t think it’s unpopular, but I totally agree. Don’t get me wrong, I love all of Taylor’s friends, but my heart has and always will belong to taylena. Let’s take a deeper look into this beautiful friendship because why not.

As Selena said to James Corden, she’s the original squad member. In fact, long before the invention of the “squad” and the goals that go with them, two young teens forged a friendship for the history books.

Both of them dated Jonas Brothers, keeping it in the family. A sign of true friendship. Most importantly, this is how they met. Apparently they “clicked and became instant best friends” thank god for Jo Bro dick.

Look at these awkward teenagers circa 2008, it was a dark time for all of us (peace signs, award mirror selfies), but at least they had each other.

Remember when Taylor wore flats and not heels taller than my entire body? Selena does. They look like high school freshman being sent off to their first homecoming dance. It’s fantastic.

And even as those awkward teen years progressed, they managed to stay best friends. Remember 2009/2010? Who doesn’t? Miley was still Hannah Montana, The Jonas Brothers were still wearing their purity rings and the disney kiddos/taylor had new drama every week? Let’s elaborate.

Taylor and Joe broke up, resulting in lots of bad blood

And of course, who could forget the massive feud between Demi/Selena and Miley/Mandy?

So much drama, so little time. But Taylor and Selena remained close throughout this whirlwind of teenage angst, which is not an easy thing to do. 

They look so happy and carefree. True friendship captured, frozen yogurt and all. 

Remember when they went bowling? I truly iconic friendship date. And check out that digital camera!

What I would give to be trapped in this friendship sandwich.

Friends who win people’s choice awards together win life together too. Best friends must have matching trophies, it’s basically law. Another quality moment.

While on her Speak Now Tour, Taylor wrote the lyrics to Selena’s song “Who Says” on her arm. Wow, Just wow. True friendship.

AMAZING. To take things a step further, Taylor invites Selena out while performing in New York to perform “Who Says” together. Such a moment. Definitely one for the books.

The AMA’s. Wow, what a night. Taylor rocking the side ponytail, matching 3d glasses for her and Selena. Lots of awkward dancing.

We can’t forget that this happened

And of course, here we have Taylor playing the awkward 3rd wheel to Selena and the Biebs, an important sacrifice we all must make for the sake of friendship.

The Teen Choice Awards. Look at these fools. Look at them. So happy, so carefree. Holding hands. Supprting each other. I may shed a tear.

Speaking of supporting each other, never forget this gem

Mermaid pose? Nailed it.

Who could forget this day? A vine of them eating ice cream by the beach. Selena’s wearing seen wearing heart shaped sunglasses, similar to the ones Taylor wore in her 22 video.

Of course, who couldn’t forget 22? A song with the secret message: ASHLEY DIANNA CLAIRE SELENA. Wow. A hidden message with Selena’s name for a song about their friendship! Who does that? Taylor does.

Unfortunately Taylor drifted from Ashley, Dianna and Claire. Thankfully, Taylena’s power only increased.

Remember when Taylor was dancing right behind her and she never even noticed?

Here they’re dancing to 1 Direction together, what many consider to be the start of haylor. Of course Selena is apart of this iconic moment.

Hugging it out again

Here we see Taylor speaking for all of us, cringing as she watches Selena’s ex fuckboy try and whirl his way back in. Me too, Taylor.

Some more awkward dancing at awards shows

And when your friend says there’s no way she can beat Miley, there’s only one proper response. One of the few times we get to see Taylor curse and she’s with Selena. Coincidence? Maybe, but probably not.

And here we have Selena being a wonderfully supportive best friend when 1989 came out. Such a heartwarming message. I can’t even get my friends to like my instagram pics.

And as usual, they’re being supportive af at another awards ceremony

And who could forget the most beautiful heartbreaking moment of all time. Taylor’s reaction to Selena’s emotional performance of The Heart Wants What it Wants

But let’s get back to the fun stuff. 

Let’s talk about this lovely compliment

The time they drunkenly danced at the 1975 concert and Taylor posted a video. Truly marvelous.

Or the time they were the cutest couple in met gala history

And then there’s the time they got nail polish with their initials? And referred to it as BFF Birthday Weekend. Cheesy and adorable.

One of Taylor’s riskier fashion ensembles, but Selena was there to support her anyways. That’s friendship.

How about the time Selena imitated Taylor performing and NAILED IT

Of course, we can’t forget the Bad Blood video. Two bad ladies slaying my ass, dressed in S&M gear and surrounded by flames

And the reaction video they made when it won a Grammy, both of them crying tears of joy BECAUSE THEY ARE GENUINELY HAPPY FOR EACH OTHER WHEN SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENS

An iconic moment at the 2015 VMA’s, the night of the bad blood release. How to ignore your douchy ex when he performs at an awards show, presented by taylena

And more supportive friendship hugging of course

This next one is perhaps the most important, why? BECAUSE I WAS THERE. Here I am enjoying a lovely evening at the 1989 tour at the staples center in LA when Taylor brings out the ONE AND ONLY SELENA GOMEZ SO THEY CAN PERFORM SELENA’S NEW SONG TOGETHER, BOTH OF THEM LOOKING HOT AS HELL AND SLAYING MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE.

Remember when Selena once again praised Taylor for how fantastic she is via instagram?

Or when Selena shared her special blanket via snapchat, which she takes on tour for when she’s homesick. It’s covered with pictures of her loved ones, at least 2 squares containing pics with Taylor. A literal friendship quilt. Someone call Leslie Knope, she’d lose her shit.

Let’s not forget Selena’s carpool karaoke, where she not only admitted that she considers herself the OG squad member, but danced it out to Shake it Off

And, of course, the night to end all nights for Taylena: The 2016 Grammy Awards.

When they OWNED the red carpet together

When this wonderful moment happened

And this adorable shimmy. What are they doing? Idk but I love it.

Don’t forget platonic friendship cuddles

And a little private shade 

But most importantly, Selena’s reaction when Taylor won album of the year, crying tears of joy for her best friend and shredding my emotions into a million pieces

And watching as she accepts her award, like a proud sister

And finally

Selena tweets in Taylor’s defense the night of the kimye scandal and gets dragged to hell and back for it. talk about a ride or die damn

And at Taylor’s final awards show of 2016, as well as her final awards show of the 1989 era, we have Selena presenting Taylor her award for album of the year. Look how proud she is. Look at these idiots.

And here we have Taylor being her usual supportive self, cheering Selena’s name from her sofa as she watches her win the award for best pop artist at the AMA’s. Same, Taylor. Same.

In conclusion, Taylena is the most iconic friendship ever to exist, they invented loving and supporting one another and have destroyed my life on a regular basis since 2008 god bless them

im so proud this is an emotional moment for me i remember being super excited that got7 was announcing a comeback and seeing all the teasers and spoilers for just right and how we recognized the girl from one of jinyoung’s films and how that was the moment when bambam hit puberty like a bus and mark’s unforgettable hoodies for the m/v and also jaebum’s hairstyle for that era (bless his forehead) and let’s not forget everyone freaking out about the scene where jackson was licking his fingers and when their m/v got featured on the fine bros yt channel for ppl to react to and also when yugbam were obsessed with the whip/naenae and not to mention real got7 season 3 with the pool/summer vibes and i remember them being so thankful that their video hit 3, 4, and 5 million views and that was also the time when they made the most iconic dance practice video ever and.

im just so happy. the boys never asked to get 100 million views on their m/v and yet they did, which is probably bringing big smiles to their beautiful faces. just right era was literally just right and it was also the moment i knew got7 was the one group for me. im so proud of them and the recognition that they are getting bc it’s beyond deserved. got7 and ahgases are honestly the best. let’s continue to support and love our boys for all their hard work ♡

Why I refuse to put the champion's tunic on Link

(At least early on in the game) 

Bro, homeboy doesn’t remember being the hero. He has no recollection (yet) of being this great guy everyone makes him out to be a 100 years ago. So when he’s presented the champion’s tunic from Impa per Zelda’s request, I feel like he’s so overcome with conflicting emotions?? He’s been told (and at this point only has remembered pieces) of how close he and Zelda were. That this is the tunic he used to protect her and Hyrule. 

Currently, all he knows is himself- that he’s a boy named Link who can kick ass and was in a coma for 100 years. So would he really feel worthy of putting on that tunic— an ordinary boy who’s playing at the hero he used to be? 

Nah. I’m saving that legendary tunic for the moment Link considers himself legendary. When he’s proved and acknowledged that he is the hero that everyone is bowing down to. 

Until Link recognizes himself as a champion, the champion’s tunic will stay in the inventory.

If I Knew Then

Day 9 of @softkent‘s 14 Days of Love fic-a-thon: Falconers TV!

Bitty might have been the first Falconers TV fan on the team, followed closely by Ransom’s massive Tater obsession, but he’s far from the last. What had started out as a casual viewing at breakfast soon turns into a Haus-wide tradition, with half of the SMH gathering to watch every new video as avidly as they watched Jack’s games. And naturally, this being the SMH, they tear every video to shreds in the process.

“Tater’s right, his falcon looks like a diseased rabbit.”

“How do you draw that shitty a falcon when there’s a giant painting of the logo right on the wall?”

“Come on, boys, he tried his best,” Bitty normally intervenes, whether the ‘he’ he’s defending happens to be Tater or Jack or Thirdy.

“Yeah, you would say that, Bits.”

“’I wish I could bake a cake,’” Holster says, ‘”full of rainbows and smiles, and everyone would eat it and be happy.’”

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1.1 Mandag 31.07.17 11.59

((( Everyday - Asap Rocky )))

Elias walked up the stairs to the cream coloured apartment, a light breeze occasionally hitting his face. The dark clouds overhead suddenly grew ominous, as if the sky hadn’t just been blue and airy mere minutes ago. His messenger bag, filled with the combined weight of his laptop and books, banged against his leg with every step he took.

As Elias opened the door to his apartment, he heard multiple voices drift through from the living room. After taking off his shoes and bag, he walked inside and saw the boys chatting away animatedly. They were all sitting on the table in front of the huge bookshelf in the same room they filmed their youtube videos. As the boys welcomed him with their collective smiles, Elias felt the exhaustion from finishing another mindless course, quickly dissolve.

They were all there: Mikael, Mutta, Even and Adam. Everyone except Yousef.

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i was talking with @fear-is-nameless about the puppet theory going on, but i remembered something. 

remember the series that started it all for Anti? SISTER LOCATION

For the entirety of the game, we were interacting with all the animatronics, including Baby. Heck, we even saw similarities between Baby and Anti (and thus jack with the main player) when part 4 happened? (Baby: im pretending. remember how i said i could pretend?) paired with this whole thing:

but THEN, we found out that it was ENNARD controlling all of the animatronics, and trying to get a new body this whole time. So, tell me.

who do you think is Ennard in this whole spiel? 

Originally posted by alexxac7

and who do you think are the other animatronics?

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Sick Bros Forever

Anon asked: can you do a full boyf riends fic based on that headcanon that they would always get sick at the same time?

The funny thing is, they’d always been like this. Even as kids. Jeremy would walk into their elementary school with a case of the sniffles, constantly wiping his nose on his sleeve, and he’d find Michael in the same condition. At first it was funny, cute even, but then they noticed a pattern. They got colds together, flus together, stomach viruses, and even the chicken pox all at the same time. It got to the point where the Heere’s and Mell’s thought they were just passing it onto each other, so they separated their sons if they were sick. They still got sick at the same time.

Jeremy still remembers being in sixth grade when he got an awful cough, one that burned and boiled his throat. He walked into school with his head low, certain his throat was being physcially torn with each ripping cough. Every swallow felt like it had to go around a small rock, his face felt hot and flushed. And as he brought himself to his homeroom he wondered why he didn’t tell his parents he felt so shitty. Jeremy instantly trotted over to his desk, feeling the weight of gravity pulling him down to the ground, and laid his cheek against the cool sticky surface. He fell asleep without even thinking he was tired, it just swept him away with his exhaustion. Before the bell could wake him up though a hand shook his shoulder.

Jeremy grunted, peering up past his elbow, “mmuh?”

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Marichat May Day 19 - Identity Reveal

Alya and Nino are surprised to find Marinette making out with Chat Noir in her room. Marinette and Adrien are confused as to why their friends are so surprised.

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Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Why Are You Surprised?

When Nino and Alya entered Marinette’s room to work on their group project, they did not expect to see Marinette Dupain-Cheng making out with the Chat Noir. The couple’s school items tumbled from their arms at the sight.

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Infinity. ∞

my oil pastel sweetheart. I am sorry. I am sorry because I start every poem for you with we don’t talk anymore. I think about you more than the amount of conversations that we have actually shared. I’m sorry that I’m a lousy friend. trying to find myself within our silence is a dark rabbit hole– are you still lost? do you still cry because the pain just won’t go away? the last time I cried was when writing didn’t make sense to me. I think that and my thoughts go blank. flashback– a year ago, I was different. you called. I picked up. to this day, it’s still my favorite phone call. friends usually exchange words, but us? nothing. not even breathing. dried tears. empty. gone. not there. we tell our depression to meet and greet. I keep that memory in a special part of my brain– like Pandora’s box, I keep hope all for myself. a year later, I got rid of my old love letters. I’m sentimental, deeply attached to nevermore. a year later, I’m still high, but I’d like to think that I manage it better. they said that I lost myself. because I gained weight, no goals, maybe even end up like my father. you see a lot can happen in a year. the person that you talked to– five years of consistent love turned into a pile of ashes, it’s true, people come and go– no one needs to stay. everything happens for a reason. I write poetry because I fell in love. you do your hair a certain way because they told you it would look ugly on you. fuck them. I don’t have enough energy to please anyone except for myself. you hurt someone because they hurt you first, it doesn’t justify your mistakes. if you’re wrong, you’re wrong. simple. you go to the gym because that “man, you really lost yourself” still rings in my ear when you try to convince yourself that no matter if you’re in shape or not… you are more than enough. my big bro said that when someone loves you– really and truly loves you… it’s past the material things. we were in love for all of the wrong reasons, but it made me who I am today. a year later, we no longer talk and it makes me sad. a year later, I still remember our friendship. you once said that beyond my depression is where I am supposed to be. you were right.

anonymous asked:

Your drabbles are my absolute fave! Since that clip this morning I've been trying to imagine Yousef/Sana in any capacity. Could you write a hc about them? Anything about them, really... The first time they met, them praying, when they were lil kids, even an overprotective-Elias-macho-older-bro-hurt-her-and-i-will-end-you type thing. These kids are getting under my skin, man.

Ya know…. I’ve been staring at this one for a bit, trying to choose one to do and then I realized- yo jill this is your blog, do whatever tf you want. So I”M DOING A LITTLE OF EVERYTHING. (also thanks to @imansmeskinis for the nickname help)

  • Sana can distinctly remember the first time Yousef was thrown into her life. 
  • She was ten and commanding a troupe of neighborhood girls on the playground- all of them laughing and playing chase, running fast and hard in order to catch each other. Sana was running them all down, tagging girls left and right, drunk on the knowledge that she was the fastest in the land. 
  • Then a scrawny boy barely starting his growth spurt, with strands of inky-dark hair windswept in all directions and wearing the football uniform, came into view. He was arm in arm with Elias, so Sana thought she had an excuse to stop in the middle of her race to tag-out the last girl. And she just kind of blinked for a few moments, lost in the unfamiliar pinch deep in her stomach.
  • But then Elias catches her eyes and is all what is this shaqiqa? You just going to give up in the middle of your game?
  • And the boy next to him kind of half-grins and his dark eyes meet her and she’s just-
  • She takes off after the last girl like a thunderbolt and has her tagged down within 30 seconds. And the girls are all cheering, but Sana hears none of them and instead looks to her brother and his friend.
  • Elias rolls his eyes, but comes over to sling an arm around her shoulder. And the boy (Yousef, according to her brother’s cheery explanation) smiles.
  • From then on, Yousef is everywhere.
  • He’s there when she gets home from school, playing video games with Elias; he’s there in the mornings when she’s woken up, bleary eyed and sat down at the breakfast table. He’s there when she’s done praying; when she’s relaxed and warm in her peace. He’s there.
  • He’s there when the girls Sana used to get along so perfectly with begin to taper off- startled now by the difference between Sana’s culture and their own. He’s there when Sana rebuilds and makes new friends, better and stronger, at Nissen.
  • He’s there everywhere; in her house, in her head, a constant stream of yousefyousefyousef
  • And he doesn’t seem to notice it. He just smiles at her when she walks into a room and delights in dragging her into the activities of his and Elias’s ever expanding friend group.
  • (truthfully, as clearly as Sana can remember him coming into her life, she can’t really remember a time when he wasn’t in it. It’s like her life is divided into Pre-Yousef and Post-Yousef and everything Pre is just static.)
  • One day, when Yousef comes over, Sana is doing homework in the living room and he just- plops down beside her. and she’s all Elias is in his room and Yousef shrugs and says, yeah and he’ll still be there in ten minutes. I have a bit of time. and then don’t you want to talk to me Sana? I’m hurt.
  • And Sana will roll her eyes and maybe flick her pencil at him or something and he’ll lean down and eye her notes and mention that something or other is wrong. And she’ll just lay her shrewd gaze on him and wait.
  • Then, after a good fifteen minutes, Elias will come down stairs and stop at the entrance of the living room because Yousef and Sana are huddled together- not, like, indecently, but still close- discussing Math. And Elias just bites his lip a bit because he has an idea where this is going.
  • (maybe he’s had an idea for awhile now)
  • So he intercepts Yousef and drags him off to his room, but can’t quite bring himself to warn him off Sana. Not yet. He will, because Yousef isn’t good enough for his baby sister- it’s not personal, no one is good enough for Sana. But not yet.
  • (but he does subtly insist that Yousef get to know Sana’s hot blonde friend a tad better. Noora? That could work.)
  • Only it doesn’t and Sana is suddenly not smiling as much and she can’t meet his or Yousef’s eyes anymore and there is far more here than Elias anticipated.
  • And it’s not like Sana is angry that Yousef likes Noora- everyone does. She’d blonde and beautiful and smart and mostly kind. But it’s Yousef and whether she knew it or not, Sana set her heart on Yousef a long time ago. So Sana right now is struggling to reconcile that with the current situation.
  • (If only Sana knew that Yousef had his heart set on her for just as long.)

anonymous asked:

Do you have some headcanons for a sudden peculiar swap ?

A sudden peculiar swap may include:

  • they would struggle with controlling their new found peculiarities at first
  • like Fiona would suddenly began to float and Hugh would have to keep her down with his new found strength and eventually walk around all day with her rope in his hand to keep her from floating away since the led shoes are not her size.
  • Horace would enjoy that he could grow flowers and skip around making them appear everywhere (like everywhere)
  • He would probably give everybody flower crowns (at everybody who thinks he wouldn’t: cOMe aT Me bRo )
  • Millard would sprint inside to put some clothes on because he didn’t had any clothes on when their peculiarities were swapped
  • but he would be in front of the mirror crying of joy that after al this years he can see himself again (and he would take a lot of pictures so he can keep remembering himself)
  • eventually being the rest of the day in the library describing the behavior of the bees that all of the sudden live inside of him
  • and giggling randomly because that damn bee just tickled him!
  • enoch would be setting everything accidently on fire (you know that he would do that don’t deny it)


Hey guys, this is my first headcanon! If I make any spelling mistakes remember that I’m not a native english speaker and I try my best. If you want to request something my inbox is open. <3 If you want a part 2 leave a comment.

anonymous asked:

omg an aethelrik blog, thank you for existing! If it isn't too much trouble, could you break down all the stuff in the books that were not present in the show, relating to aethelflaed and erik's relationship? I haven't read the books and I am dying to know! Thanks in advance!

OMG anon just doing the Lord’s werrrk, thanks! First, just to let you know, the book was written in Uhtred’s POV, so the aethelrik shiznit only started when he went to Beamfleot for the hostage negotiations. Most of what happened in the show are almost the same as in the books but there were some major changes tho, like TV!Aethelflaed was not carrying Aethelred’s child during her captivity. This is going to be a long post anon, so stay with me:

  • When Uhtred first sees Aethelflaed, he was expecting her to maybe look like crap and run to him joyfully as soon as she sees him [cue record scratch sound effect] nooope, before greeting him and asking if daddy was pissed, she and Erik were busy heart-eyes-ing each other that Uhtred just went:
  • In the books, Aethelflaed was treated way better as a prisoner and had 5 maids at her disposal, plus all of her guards were old fogeys. Erik wouldn’t allow any dane without a senior citizen ID to go near her…sorry Haesten :(
  • Had they escaped successfully, Erik would have converted to Christianity, as what he promised Aethelflaed (ಥ‿ಥ)
  • Also Erik said all he wanted was to live peacefully tilling in the fields and taking care of their future farm animals.
  • The conversation Uthred had with Aethelflaed in the show was almost the same as in the books, except that they were in a dining hall celebrating the closed deal with all the Beamfleot squad. She and Erik never even looked at each other the whole night, Uhtred was so amazed he was like, dayum these two are pros [plays footage from the night before]:
  • Erik was willing to swear an oath to Ragnar once they’ve escaped from Beamfleot. He was all, “I’ll join Ragnar’s crew if he lets us crash forever for a bit in Dunholm”. Uhtred considered it and imagined Ragnar to be amused by their love story.
  • Aethelflaed revealed that she didn’t want to like Erik, that to fight the attraction she even resorted to praying… Good try princess, prayers ain’t gonna help you fend off that Danish charm & charisma.
  • There was no cage-the-princess scene in the book. Also, Sigefrid was totally oblivious to his brother’s feelings for the princess, he thought Erik was just using her for sex and would eventually drop her for some saxon bling.
  • Haesten was the one who set fire to the camp so he could whisk away Aethelflaed and go solo on the incoming ransom money. This so enraged Erik that he went total Terminator mode on Haesten’s men, killing everyone in his path without even a shield, it made Uhtred go, “that’s the most badass shit right there the gods are probably loving it.”
  • Sigefrid was the one who recovered Aethelflaed from Haesten’s goons and kept yelling, “I have the bitch”, and Erik was like, “GIVE HER TO ME” twice and that’s when all really went to shit.
  • Sigefrid was also pissed that he didn’t know Aetherik was a thing and that his brother and Uhtred became BFFs so when Erik said he’ll take Aethelflaed and pay the share of ransom money, Sigefrid was like ~hell no! you betrayed me by joining Uhtred’s boyband and wtf happened to bros before hoes? Bitch bye~ not verbatim but you get the drift.
  • Aethelflaed was weeping and shrieking from the time of Erik’s death until the battle was over, that the fighting men around her were spooked af, even Uhtred described it as “a sadness to fill the world”.
  • When Erik died and his body was being arranged and prepped for a viking burial, they had to pry a still-sobbing Aethelflaed away from him.
  • TV!Aethelflaed went home pregnant alright, but thank JesusMaryJoseph it’s Erik’s baby *throws confetti* 

That’s all I can remember, hopefully I’ve covered just about every little detail. We can all go back to being sad now thanks for the hurt anon

anonymous asked:

Congrats on the milestone!! You're one of my favourite writers on Tumblr 💕 could you try 37 & 40 with Winchester!Sister and Dean centric?

Thank you so much sweetie! ❤️  Also, I couldn’t resist including Bobby in this one, so I did :)

Originally posted by moonshinerose

Wanted a phone gif, this was what I could find. Don’t mind the prison jumpsuit.

When you were a kid, your dad dropped you off at his hunter friend, Bobby Singer. Being Sam and Dean’s half sister, John didn’t even know he had a daughter until your mom died. You were quite a lot younger than the guys and your father just didn’t feel like he could bring another kid with him - so, he left you.

Growing up, you always dreamt of living with your brothers, hunting even. Not that things at Bobby’s weren’t great, you just really missed having siblings. Throughout your childhood, you heard these tales, stories about your brothers and the hunts that they went on. And, they surely sounded like heroes, which only made you look up to them even more. Sometimes they visited you and Bobby, and those times were the best. You remembered one of those times particularly well, and that was when you and Dean played hide and seek, for hours. You were only about 8 years old, Dean 20, at the time, and he just had this immense patience with you, green eyes bright the whole time. Sam joined you for a while as well, but then went inside to talk to Bobby. You and Dean just kept on, and on, though.

But everything wasn’t sunshine, rainbows and cotton candy. With life came disappointments, and you just experienced a huge one. You and Dean had a fight, a bad one. You wanted to get more into hunting, but Dean blankly said no. No matter how hard you’d trained for this, and it made you furious. You asked why he could let people like Kevin and Charlie hunt, and he asked you what Kevin and Charlie now had in common; they were both dead. But this fight, no matter how much it hurt, didn’t stop you. You wanted to hunt, and so it would be. So, you took off, on your own. And since then, you hadn’t answered any of Dean’s calls or texts or voice messages. 

So Dean asked the one person he thought knew you best: Bobby.

“If she wants to freeze you out, you’ll die of frostbite,” came the older hunter’s response through the phone. 

After Dean got annoyed and told Bobby that that wasn’t any real advice, he elaborated.

“You just gotta keep on trying, boy. Show her that you care. And it might be a pain, but you just gotta remember she spent her whole childhood waiting on you, to get in touch or come visit. Maybe it’s time you do the same.”

So Dean kept trying. He called several times a day, and sometimes he began to wonder if you even was alive. Those days he called Bobby again to check, and every single time he got the answer that you were, since you talked to Bobby the other day. He tried and he tried and he tried, and then one day you answered the phone.

“Y/N?” Dean asked, disbelief in his voice as his eyes went round. “Am I dreaming, or did you really just answer the phone?”

“I did,” you responded with a sigh.

“Sis, I’m sorry. Please you come home? Me and Sam are worried. Come home and we can talk about this?”

“No.” You shook your head on the other end of the phone as well, but of course, he couldn’t see that.

“Well, then I’m just gonna have to come find you. We need to talk about this. What we don’t need is to be separated, it’s not safe. And I don’t want you hunting on your own.”

“Dean remember when we played hide and seek when I was a kid?”

“Yeah, you were real hard to find, being so small and all. Why would you bring up hide and seek?” Dean furrowed his eyebrows, wondering where you were getting at.

“Because you’re never going to find me. Not until I want to be found.”

And then you hung up the phone.

anonymous asked:

When they were filming the first Sims 4 vid and Dan went "No he looks too much like me with the brown eyes what colour are yours????" And leans over and looks in Phil's eyes but like. Bro. We all know he knows damn well what colour Phil's eyes are bro.

remember at sitc when they did the newlywed game and one of the questions was what colour is phil’s eyes and dan immediately went “that’s a trick question, your eyes are green, blue and yellow” and the audience awwww’ed 

(what’s ur favourite phan moment)

Journal Entry, 2/10/2017


Big bro says, keep a journal, lil bro.  And I think I used to do that but I can’t remember and I can’t find it anywhere.  Big bro says dont worry, so I don’t, but I wonder if I’ll lose this one too, just like the last one.  Don’t remember too much from those days.  Lil foggy, lil hazy.  I remember goin to the gym, startin to go to the gym.  That was like, what, a year ago or so, I think.  I remember struggling with 50 lbs.  I remember thinkin, hey, in a year’s time, I’ll be pushin up more weight and here I am pushin more weight.  It’s like I read a fortune cookie or got my future told and here it is, bein fullfilled. 

So yeah, I been makin progress, I think.  Take my supps at night, the Z-core stuff.  Supposed to make my testosterone bigger.  I dunno about all the math stuff, I just kinda listen to what big bro says.  I wake up, take the meds that are in the box marked F, cuz its Friday, then I eat some breakfast, then I supp up for the gym.  Even got some extra cardio in today cuz it snowed like a mother the other night.  Get home from the gym, super fuckin pumped.  A lil dizzy, even.  So pumped that I take a shitload of selfies and send em to big bro.  Even take a flexin, posin video, and send it to big bro.  Got a lot to work on, but thats okay.  Big bro knows best - gotta grow for big bro.  Right?  Right.

Last night big bro kinda spooked me a lil, lol.  We were talkin on the phone, like we do every night, and he said, “Your kinda like an experiment, lil bro,” and I was all like, whoa, wait, what?  These, like, dim alarms rang somewhere down in the sub-basement of my brain for a minute.  “But you dont gotta worry, lil bro,” he said, and I know I dont gotta worry, but sometimes like that elevator of thought goes down there and I’m all like wtf is going on?  I speed back to the past in my head and I see myself pushin my glasses up on the bridge of my nose and talkin real fast with someone across the bar, bout some book we were both readin.  I remember gettin all tense and angry, kinda like when I do a shitload of crunches, like 50 or 60 or so, and my abs are all tight and my veins are pulsin at the temples of my head and my shoulders are all tight, but YEAH, fuckin 60 crunches!  Time to go do 3 sets of 12 side crunches.  Gonna feel that tomorrow.  Big bro’s gonna be so proud.  “You there, lil bro?” 

“Yeah, big bro,” I say, though I’m a little hazy in the brain.  Ding!  Some kind of bell going off in my brain, like the bell between rounds in a boxing match, or a wrestling match, or a UFC MMA fight.  Big bro’s gettin me into UFC a lil.  I like the rough n tumble shit.  Big bro sends me selfies sometimes and he’s all in this kinda like fighter’s stance and he got this confident gleam in his eye.  He just got a haircut and he says when I visit it’ll be time for mine too.  I am gettin kinda bushy up top.  Like to keep it pretty short.  Not too short, but you know.  “Don’t worry about it, lil bro,” says my big bro confidently.  Everything he fuckin does is confidently.  He could part a crowd just by walkin thru it, head high and stride wide.  “Big bro knows best.”

That’s usually when I cum, actually, lol.  Big bro’s voice in my ear makes me cum, and usually so hard that it flies up to my forehead lol.  Never cummed like that before.  Fuck, never even talked bout cumming before, but big bro coaches me to be more comfortable with that.  It’s fuckin natural, right, just like jackin off is natural.  Just workin out another muscle.  Just like goin to the gym and workin out, watchin my heartrate climb.  Big bro watches my heartrate too, every day thru the monitor I wear on my wrist.  Every day.  And I keep track of my water and tell him every fuckin thing I eat, so he keeps track of my macros so I can get big for big bro.  Grow for big bro.  That’s what’s best.

Uh, I kinda lost my train of thought.  Hard as a motherfucker though, lol.  Feels so good to think about big bros voice in my ear.  Urgin me on, sometimes only in a whisper, sometimes in a shout, sometimes commanding, sometimes coaxing.  Sometimes persuasive and sometimes firm.  Sometimes I lay around in a fuzz of gray static, with his voice curlin around me like mist.  Sometimes he is the sun exploding over the dark horizon, a clarion sound trumpeting that I WAKE UP, FEET ON THE FLOOR, LIL BRO, and before I even know it, I’m up, hands on the pill box, downin what big bro says, shake is already in the blender.  Sometimes before I even know it, I’m out on my way to the gym.  Am I even wearin a shirt?  Well, if I dunno, I just ask big bro, and he’ll tell me. 

So uh thats it guys, lil bro out for now.  Gotta take a muscle nap cuz I just went to the gym and had my postworkout shake.  Got some real life shit like work or whatever to do tonight but I’ll get thru it becuz on the other side big bro will talk me down to sleep and thats my favorite part of the day.  Well any part of the day with big bro is my favorite part of the day.  Sometimes feels like hes takin over, and soon I’ll just be like, a part of him, but I dont mind.  As long as I get to make more muscles, thats cool.  Fuckin love big bro.  Dont need to worry, dont need to think.  Just cruise on thru and flex some more.  Take some pics and flex some more.  Soon enough big bro will be by my side and thatll be the best day ever.