seriously who came up with their ship name

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To the first picture: I just love Leslie and Jim together ^^ nothing more to say XD

To the second one…
Yeah…I’ve been infected by the Nygmobblepot fandom >3<
Seriously, who came up with the shipping name?!
Was it not even Robin and Cory themselves? XD i do recall something like that…XD
Why not Osward, - Edwald, or …Pengler? XD Nooo you have to choose a name you can’t even spell at the first try ToT
Btw i hope i managed to give a creepy tone to this picture
because…the episodes where Oswald lives in Edwards Apartment do have a really creepy tone on them O.o
but i love them anyway XD

anonymous asked:

Imagine College!AU Steve approaching a random strange asking if he'll pretend to be his boy/girlfriend because some creep keeps following him

Steve would really, really like to turn around and shout at the creep who’s been following him since he left his art class. Get up in his face, demand to know why he’s following Steve, why he’d followed Steve yesterday as well. It probably wouldn’t go too well, too many people taking offence to Steves abrasive attitude, his inability to keep walking when something he didn’t agree with was happening.

Except, he can’t get into another fight on campus. He’s been warned and, regardless of how good his reasons for getting into a fight in the first place, next fight will be met with a suspension for the rest of the semester. Steve really, really doesn’t want to get suspended. 

So there’s really nothing he can do, except grit his teeth and keep walking, wishing he could swing his thick soled orthopaedic shoes into the guys shins and tell him to back the hell off. But the guy keeps getting closer, and closer until he’s only a few steps behind Steve, which is setting his teeth on edge. Sure, Steve could shout himself hoarse, throw a few punches, but the guy looked like he weighed double of Steve, and Steve wasn’t sure he could win that fight even if he’d sure as hell love to try.

They’re about five meters away from one of the usually deserted paths that Steve needs to take to get to where his art class is meeting for an outdoor session, except Steve really, really doesn’t want to go down there alone, with the creep staring holes into his back. There’s a flash of movement, however, and Steve glances over to see a man lounging on the grass near a bench seat, silver hair glinting in the dappled light falling through the trees.

Steve’s never seen him before in his life, but the sun reflecting off silver hair was like a beacon of salvation, and Steve wasn’t going to pass it up. If he got beat up (or worse, or suspended), Bucky and Sam would never let up about it.

So Steve tucks away his pride, which says he doesn’t need saving, fuck you very much, and approaches the man at a quick trot, widening the space between himself and the man who’s been following him, and practically throws himself down next to the man, placing a hand on his shoulder. Steve grins at the startled look on the guys face, glad that he’s positioned himself in such a way that the silver haired mans face is concealed by Steves back and whispers,

“This guy’s been following me, and I don’t wanna walk down that path alone.” The man blinks, thinks for a second, before propping himself up on an elbow, giving a smirk Steve knows Nat would be proud of.

“Pietro.” He says and Steve feels his heart skip a beat, because his voice was wonderful, accented and deep.

“Steve.” The smirk turns into a grin as he sits up, wraps an arm around Steves thin shoulders, and tilts his head to look past Steve at the man who’s now awkwardly standing a few meters away, still on the path.

“My boyfriend says you are bothering him. Leave.” Steve can feel himself turn bright red at the declaration, because that’s not how he would have gone about it, in any way, but the man jolts in surprise and takes a few steps back.

“You are still here.” Pietro says, a few seconds later, glaring at the man. Steve can only see his profile, from where he’s been tucked into Pietros side, but finds it hard to look away nevertheless.

The man shuffles for a second, but when Pietro starts to get to his feet, the man turns around and walks back quickly the way he came. Pietro chuckles and flops back down, bringing Steve with him.

“Do you like Sokovian food?” Steve raises an eyebrow, trying to shift so his bag wasn’t digging into his side.

“Never had it.” Pietro makes an obviously fake noise of outrage.

“You will have it tonight.” He declares, and Steve feels a blush work its way up his face again. Pietro just smirks at him.

Kima wore a dress at Allura’s suggestion even though she would’ve rather worn her armor, she and Allura left the dining hall together, they were apparently both in Allura’s house when the assassins attacked (as Allura was likely the target, and didn’t seem injured at all, odds of them being in the same bed are … pretty high), said house was referred to as “theirs”, Kima was there first thing in the morning when Vex came by, opening the door for her like she owned the place, like

just admit they’re girlfriends

lovers in the nighttime

Gals who are a bit more than Pals

like if I have to get my heart broken every time Gilmore shows up please at least give me this, please, I just need