Just came out with my parents.
My mom said “It’s your choice” And i looked at her for 30 seconds and then i answered “You are okay with it just because i’m not totally gay” And she made a face like yooooo i was right.
My dad said “okay,i don’t really care. It’s your life” and then he went to eat an ice cream :“
I didn’t expect it to go this way,but it was funny-
“So Doctor?” Amy asked swinging round the console as the doctor flicked switches here and there with a skip and and a jump. “Yes thats me” he grinned then paused suddenly “sometimes” he corrected before continuing with his jumping. “How many rooms are in this place?” she asked “Yeah, I found a door labelled ‘scone room’” Rory said pulling a face and the doctor shot him a look “What’s wrong with that?” he asked “I like scones” he said with an additional mutter under his breath. “Yeah, but it leads to questions, how many rooms?” Amy asked again. “Oh I don’t know um… a lot?” he said as if too many things where going on in his head and throwing his arms in the air as he thought. “Hang… on” he said pausing suddenly as if he was realising something that should have been obvious. “There’s something else… what is it?” he asked, the doctors voice had become caring and soft. “Doctor, what’s the room with the wooden door?” Amy asked curiously with a bounce as she made her way over to her best friend. His face fell. Why do all the latest companions keep asking? “Nothing, forget it” he said and tried to fake being the excitable puppy he usually was. “No” Amy said dragging out the letters in her Scottish accent. “What is it? Only door to look like its falling apart, so it has to be something” she said following him as he danced around the centre of the TARDIS. “Well of course it has to be something, it can’t literally be nothing, thats impossible. But it doesn’t matter, just leave it.”
“Right well then–“ she said before glancing at her husband and nodding. Before the doctor could stop either of them they had disappeared into the TARDIS corridors. He sighed and leaned his elbows on the console so that his head could rest in the palms of his hands in exhaustion. “Why Y/N does no one ever listen to me?” he muttered out loud.
“Amy?” Rory hissed as he followed her down the corridors. “He said don’t” “Yeah and when do I listen to him? There is something about this door and its important” she said. On reaching the door she reached out on of her perfectly manicured hands and twisted the handle. “It won’t open” she complained “Mind out” Rory said and she moved to one side trying to open it as well but still nothing. “Move” said a soft voice behind the pair made them freeze, look at each other with a sideways glance before turning around to see the doctor stood there. His face was forlorn, that sad expression he did when he was thinking about the past. “Donna found this room as well…” he said and smiled sadly a little bit “I really ought to hide it better” he mused. “Doctor, what’s in there?” Amy asked again. “Something I tried very hard to forget about” he sighed before stepping forwards and pushing the door open without even trying.
On walking in Amy and Rory saw the same thing Donna Noble had done all those years ago; dark and dusty filled with the same furniture. The TARDIS may have changed but this room is a constant. “Doctor… what is this…?” Amy asked “and who is she?” Amy pointed at a picture frame on the vanity table, it was of a girl with Y/C/H and a kind face. “She um…” it was as if the doctor was struggling to find the right words to explain what had happened, or didn’t want to. “Hang on, is that a… a cot?” Rory asked and the doctor smile sadly “Um… yeah.”
“Doctor, do you have children?” Amy asked and he shook his head “She was going to-“ “She being?” “Y/N she was going to have a baby” he said and tears began to well in his eyes. This regeneration of the doctor is much more open emotionally than the last one. “My baby” he added before falling on the bed, face first. What Amy and Rory didn’t know was that he had fallen onto your pillow. Breathing in the sent of your perfume that lingered behind, preserved by the TARDIS just like everything else in the room. “Doctor?” Amy asked carefully, glancing at Rory and creeping forwards to sit on the edge of the bed to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. His head rolled over to look at her, his eyes red and tear streaked cheeks. “What was she like?” Amy asked in an attempt to try and cheer him up. “She was… she was like a star… my own personal star that stayed with me. She was… she was Y/N” he told her before sitting up slowly to look at the pair. “We where going to have a baby… she worried it was going to have three heads or a space face” he chuckled remembering.
“Doctor?” “Hmm?” “I’m going to take a stab in the dark and say something like this has never happened before?” you asked and he glanced at you from behind the console with a frown. “You mean…?” “I mean” you said jumping to your feet, facing him and forcing him to stop jumping around and look at you. “What if its got I don’t know… three heads or a space face?” you pulled a disgruntled face “A space face, whats that supposed to mean?” he asked looking almost offended and going to play with something on the console. “Oh you really bother me sometimes” you huffed “you know what I mean!” he shot you another look “Time lord” you pointed at him. “Human” you pointed at yourself. “Baby” you pointed at your stomach. Tears welled a little in your eyes as you began to panic and your heart began to race. He saw the fear on your face and sighed stopping to walk round and pull you close into his arms and place a kiss on your forehead. “No, this hasn’t happened before… but I promise Y/N that I’ll keep you, both, safe.”
“What happened to her?” Amy asked pulling the doctor back to reality. “She died. She had gone to labour…” the doctor trailed off again as the tears over took. Amy’s hand flew to her mouth as her heart broke. “Y/N died… I couldn’t save her, the baby was too much like me. I killed her” he cried.
Synopsis: It’s hot in Paris; ridiculously so and running around in a
Black Cat suit doesn’t help. What’s a superhero to do? Discovering your
suit has a working zipper is a good start even if it drives your lady
and purrincess insane! In which Chat Noir discovers some of his
abilities can be used for evil.
Notes: Hi all! I’m sorry this is
late. The end of the school year is just killer and I got so tired that I
wasn’t able to write. Now I’m catching up and part of that are the
requests for one-shots. Clarisa of AO3, here’s yours! I combined the two
Chat-strip ideas you gave so I hope this lives up to expectations.
Paris had never been so hot. The news report called it the
hottest day on record in the last ten years; the max was 39.7 degrees
Celsius. Rationally, it would have been best if everyone stayed indoors
but humans, by nature or nurture, who knew, were stubborn. Many
Parisians were still going about their daily lives. It was dangerous.
However, very few of them actually knew this considering Paris, let
alone Europe, had never experienced anything like it before.
Ladybug wiped her brow as the sweat purled on it from her hairline.
Chat Noir sat next to her. He downed a bottle of water. She did the
“It’s too hot my lady,” Chat complained. He tried cooling himself
down with a fanning paw. It was about as effective as a single ice cube
in boiling water. His eyes were hazy. Ladybug eyed him.
“I know I’m bad off but you have to be worse,” she noted, “Especially in all black.”
“Tell me about it,” he grumbled. He turned from the edge of the
building, rolling onto the rooftop. The heat radiated off of the black
material. It burned the exposed skin on his face which he hoped didn’t
mean that he was going to have a nasty sunburn later. What a way to be
exposed as Paris’s hero- a sunburn. He giggled at the thought. Ladybug
didn’t acknowledge his sounds. She continued to drink her water and
attempt to fan herself with her hand. The longer he sat there though,
the more the giggles started to rise out of his throat and the need to
roll around and attempt to find a cool spot became higher; he felt like
he was floating.
Pairing: Ragnar x Reader Summary: Ragnar and reader are close and his new wife doesn’t like it. Ragnar goes to read, instead of talking about it, he explains himself in another way. Warnings: HOLY SHIT SO NSFW, killing mention, adultery (please don’t do that shit! I DO NOT condone it!), daddy!kink, praise!kink
Length: super fucking long!! (once again I got carried away..oh well) P.S. : uh, I’m pretty sure I’m going to hell for this so.. yeah. Here ya go! Send me postcards from Valhalla! P.P.S: this is a mashup of season 1 and 2 Ragnar, not completely accurate but guess what? it’s fiction! here we fucking go!
Being a Shield-maiden is no easy task. To think so would be fucking ridiculous. Constantly on edge, at the the ready, just in case someone was foolish enough to invade our shore. All the time spent training and preparing for the next raid, the next fight. Always ready to battle, sometimes just for the namesake, to show everyone in Kattegat you are just as strong and able as the Viking next to you. Man or woman.
The scars and wounds on your receiving end were not ugly, or frowned upon. Though I did know a few women who would cover them with long sleeves or hide their face. A few said it made them feel weak but I only saw the opposite. I liked my scars.
They made me feel powerful and worthy enough to call myself a Shield-maiden. They let everyone who saw me know that I had seen things they had not, that they were lucky to see me at all. They let people know I was not one to fuck with, that I was here with them and the enemy, whoever they were, were no more.
Prompt: Hi I loooove your scenarios and I was wondering if you could do a BlackPink Jennie one (it’s a college!AU) and Jennie is a shy, new freshman and she meets the reader who is known for being outgoing and friendly with other people (in a good way)
Writer: Admin Kiwi
A/N: This is the third or fourth college!au I’ve written recently. It’s a good thing I’m in college and experience lots of crazy things or these would get super redundant. Also the title is based off a song by Oohyo called Pizza which I highly recommend. I took a few liberties since the prompt was a bit vague about the actual content, so pretend you’re in a photography class. Anyway, hope everyone enjoys!
Karamel Analysis for 315 plus some speculation about he rest of Kara's journey this season
Praise Rao! My wish came true. The character development we saw last week stuck! Wasn’t Mon-El the sweetest, cutest, hottest, most supportive boyfriend ever this week? I want one to take home. We didn’t see much of him, but what we did see showed me a healthy, functional Karamel relationship to which I can say: It’s about darn time! So let’s enjoy our beautiful ship and their adorable interactions before a wrench gets thrown in the spokes next week, shall we?
“Kara! I’m home!” In case you missed it, this was an I Love Lucy reference and it was adorable. Our puppy is so happy and in love and they seem to have settled into a good comfortable domestic rhythm. I don’t think he’s living there - the line was just an impersonation to make her laugh - but he is obviously super comfortable rifling through her cupboards for food and I’m betting he’s spending the night a lot because how else are they going to wake up in each other’s arms every morning?
So Mon-El comes in, and realizes that Kara is bothered and conflicted about something when she doesn’t laugh at his antics, and asks her what is up. She is trying to decide if she should publish the article herself that will potentially warn the aliens in National City that there is a threat against their lives. Mon-El asks if Snapper will be mad, and Kara says yes. He then asks if she thinks it is the right thing to do, and she also says yes. He responds that since she is the most moral person he knows, if she thinks it is the right thing to do, it is. He encourages her to push the button and she does, and then he KISSES HER EAR (what?!) and says “Way to blob, babe.”
I thought this scene was adorable. Personally, I didn’t see it as him pressuring her into blogging it so much as encouraging her to trust her instincts by expressing his full faith in her decision making. Isn’t this what we’ve been wanting to see from Mon-El all along? Him trusting Kara to make her own decisions? He showed that here.
As we see later, there were also some negative consequences to this decision. That doesn’t mean it was the wrong call. While ultimately the article caused Cadmus to speed up the launch, it also stopped them from going after more people on the list. Kara paid a price professionally to protect those aliens on the rest of the list, but it was her decision to do so. Mon-El didn’t push the button for her, he just encouraged her to have the courage to do what she thought was right, just as Lena encouraged her by giving her the idea. Kara had no way of knowing how the decision would play out, but she made the best, most moral decision she could have made with the information she had. Now she will have to live with the consequences of that decision. This is part of the burden that she bears and shows the struggle of balancing her double life as both Kara and Supergirl. Remember that because it will be important later.
We briefly see Mon-El supporting Kara from the command center at the DEO, and she saves the day of course (yay!), but also gets fired for publishing the story (boo!).
At the end we again get a lovely Karamel moment as Mon-El arrives with potstickers to help Kara feel better after losing her job. At first he says, “You’ll get another job,” which is a decent and well-meaning attempt to make her feel better but it doesn’t demonstrate that he fully understands why she is so upset. Kara explains that it’s not just any job she wants- that she really loved that job and that reporting is important to her purpose and identity as Kara. I don’t think he realized this before, but he listened and learned it about her (Good Job, Mon-El) and then was able to reassure her that what she got from reporting, the contribution that she offered to the world, was not dependent or tied to Catco or Snapper. I really liked this because it didn’t invalidate anything that she said or felt about losing her job, but it affirmed her value with or without it. I thought it was perfect, and so did Kara, because she made that cute scrunchy “you are the best ever face” and said that maybe being Supergirl and having him was enough.“ He lights up- this is the closest that Kara has gotten to telling him how much he means to her- and replies, “You think so? I hope so.”
Now this was a super sweet sentiment, and I’m glad that she felt content with him in the moment despite being unemployed, but I don’t think it will stand. Kara DOES need to contribute to the world as Kara, and she will find another way to do so. If she doesn’t get her job back, her contribution will be through another avenue. The question the writers are asking here is, “Can Kara have it all? Can she be Supergirl AND Kara AND have a relationship?” At the beginning of the season the answer was no, which is why she shut things down with James in the season premiere. Mid-season, she is testing it out to see. By the end of the season, I think the answer will be yes, but we have to go through the muck first.
Unfortunately, I think that this scene is setting Kara up to go through a crucible and foreshadowing that not only will she lose her job, but also Mon-El (through next week’s storyline) and possibly even lose being Supergirl, for a time (through the loss of her powers or credibility). Her relationship with her sister is another variable that has been on shaky ground and could come into the mix. I think she will lose everything and hit rock bottom over the next few episodes. This will be temporary, but very difficult for her as she struggles to be everything that she is and have everything that she wants. Don’t worry though, it’s my prediction that she will prevail and regain what she has lost by the season finale.
ok so Patty Murray is our senior senator from Washington state and I’ve been fucking obsessed with her my entire life cause she’s been one since the 90s and yesterday she addressed a bunch of republican senators yesterday and asked why they wouldn’t hold a hearing on trump care and they refused to answer her and instead were like “why did YOU jam Obama care down our throats with sixty votes during a snow storm huh!?????” even after she was like we had 67 bipartisan hearings and then one of them talked over her and she made the best face captured on C-SPAN and I can’t stop thinking about it cause it’s a fuckin MOOD
30 Day Pretty Cure Challenge-Day 5: Funniest Precure
(I think we all know who this one is)
Cure Marine! She has made me laugh one to many times. She makes the best faces and never fails to make me laugh. Kodos to
Fumie Mizusawa for capturing Erika perfectly! If I ever wanted five cures to be real people, she’ll be on the top of my list.
So do you just not like Harry? You're a Larrie but never blog Harry. I may or may not stalk your tags. just admit you're a Louie instead.
Well hello there anon! Lissen, it’s been a week now and I didn’t know how I was going to answer this but here i am two ciderscider+whiskeys whiskeys in and I’m going to tell you a story you never asked for. The story of how I first became acquainted with One Direction. Here we go:
I will freely admit that before last year I had no clues who the halibuts One Direction even was. All I basically knew was that they were that boyband who sang a song about Little Things that my 16-year-old cousin made me watch six times once. And yes, though I do love me a boyband (BBMAK RIP), I was an un-woke fool and so I made my best “that’s amaahzing sweaty” face anytime she or anyone brought them up. end of backstory.
cut to: December 2015 I went out for drinks with a bunch of co-workers and made a friend with a nice English woman who someone had brought along. She kept starring at me and looking away and putting her hand over her mouth and pushing me like “GET OUT OF HERE GYSPY” and about half way through telling her about my passion to seriously get dinosaurs trending in the fashion world I just stopped talking because her face kept doing this:
and I looked down to see if i’d dropped food on myself but I hadn’t and she was like “I’m so sorry…it’s just that you remind me so much of someone and it’s kind of freaking me out.” to which i said “OOoOooOOoo! WHO IS SHE?” nice English woman: “Erm it’s a boy” me: “It’s always a boy” nice English woman: “It’s Harry Styles” me: friend of nice English woman: “SHE WOULD KNOW” me: nice English woman: “He’s so quirky” me: “I’m pretty sure that’s naht a compliment”
anyway, she told me I needed to go home and youtube him and the band and just left me with a “you’ll see”. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I SAW ANON? THIS:
and I swiveled violently towards the camera and shouted:
“I’M 100% CONVINCED THIS IS NOT A COMPLIMENT”
long story short, I made the mistake of watching more videos (x-factor diaries FUUHHH I KNOW BIRTH OF A LARRIE) and realised the reason I was so offended was because I eventually saw it… i saw why the nice English woman said this about me and why people have continued to say this about me and my fashion sense:
Someone actually printed this out and hung it up on a wall at work once (sans heads - I added those heads to protect both our identities) cos I wore this outfit the same day this hoe did and they thought it was funny to call me out (I totally wore it first).
So, do I see Harry Styles as my personal arch nemesis? yes, yes i do. Will I continue to be embarrassed by him because he is a reflection of all my weirdness? yes, yes I will. Will I ever stop yelling at him in my tags? probs naht. Do I avoid fonding over him because it makes me feel like I’m fonding over myself? Absolutely.
In summary, I basically have to love him because I really love myself but I’m also really humble so there’s that. If this all makes me a Louie then it is what it is.
alright I’m done. Can we still be friends? good night and ALL THE HALIBUTS!
One time a few years ago I was subbing at a middle school. It was a music class, and they were just watching this very weird video from PBS, so I let one of the 8th grade girls use my one direction mirror compact so she could fix her hair. She was like “oh you like one direction?” and i was like, “yeah, i do.” and she asked me something like “who’s your favorite? Who do you think’s the cutest?” and I was like, “well, I mean, I think Zayn is probably the best looking.” and she made a face and was like “Nah, i don’t like the facial hair…” and in my head i was like, “well, he doesn’t always have facial hair but, okay okay, makes sense, I was anti-facial hair until late high school.” And then I asked her like, “Well, who’s your favorite? Harry?” and she gave me this hilarious duh look and goes “Harry Styles is a cute-ass babyface.” and like, I probably should not have let her get away with saying the word ass, but instead I just burst out laughing and shook my head. Because it’s true.
Warnings:LONG AFFFFF, lots of fluff, I did a thing, some angst, cocky mufucking Jason Peter Todd, kinda crappily written but I finished this @ 1:30 AM
A/N: I kinda filled in some blanks like names and favorite foods but I hope you don’t mind it kinda just helps my flow of writing <3, Ps sorry it’s so fluffy, idk why but I felt like there should be some fluff bc I’m trying to make the next parts a little more Angsty. Also I’m sorry it’s cheesy/cliche.
You wake up screaming. You’re in a green body of water and your whole body aches. A man is screaming too, and he’s climbing up a wall in the cave. You don’t know why but you follow him and even when he jumps out of the window you still follow him. When you hit the ground the two of you look at each other’s mummified bodies and your memories come back to you.
“Jason?” You ask your voice hoarse from being, well dead.
“Y/N?” He asks stepping towards you. You fall into his arms and he hugs you tight as you start to sob.
“What happened to us?” You ask quietly. You then heard wolves howling in the distance and you looked up at Jason.
“I don’t know but we should get out of here. Don’t wanna become Puppy Chow.” He says before grabbing your hand and leading you in a direction that would hopefully be some type of shelter.
5 years had passed since the day you and Jason had been brought back from the dead in the Lazarus pit and you were back in Gotham. When you arrived you were strictly off the radar. You and Jason even had a child. Her name was Adeline and you both promised each other she’d never have to go what the two of you went through, and she definitely wouldn’t be partaking in Jason’s ‘Red Hood’ activities until she was at a good age and was heavily trained, that is if she ever wanted to. Hopefully if you both were lucky, the little 6 month old in your arms would never want to go out into the field with her father. But she already seemed to show Jason’s stubbornness even as an infant.
Right now Jason was out holding a meeting with a bunch of drug lords trying to get them to work for him instead of Black Mask. You sat at the multiple computer consoles and helped Jason out. Though you didn’t need to help out as much tonight seeing as it was only a meeting and he definitely had the upper hand. The main console you seemed to be watching was the one that allowed you to watch things from his ‘eyes’. The two of you had installed 360 degree cameras in his helmet so you could help be his second pair of eyes when things got bad. You watched as the drug dealing thugs argued as they tried to decide who had set the meeting up.
“Time for your dramatic entrance babe.” You said spinning in the chair making silly faces at Adeline and she made silly faces right back at you, to the best of her ability anyways. You listened as your husband made his entrance and then started his AK-47 when the drug lords tried to shoot him. You quickly covered Addie’s ears and blew raspberries on her stomach to mask the sound of the gun. She giggled, and then Jason laughed quietly before getting back to his business.
You laughed as Jason sarcastically answered the man who had asked Jason if he wanted to die. “Been there, done that.” You said answering the man even though he couldn’t actually hear you. Jason told the scumbags his deal and when you heard the thud of a bag you covered Addie’s eyes, not wanting her to see the grotesque heads that were in the bag. Sure she might not be able to actually remember or know what that stuff was but you still didn’t want her to see the things that went on after dark. He then shot the AK and left the premises.
“Baby will you pick up some milk please?” You asked him as you watched him grapple from building to building on his way home.
“Sure thing doll, want me to pick up a new teething toy for Addie?” He asked you.
“She has enough Jaybird, you already spoil her enough.” You laugh as you placed Addie in her bassinet by the computers and handed her one of her teething rings.
“What about the gel numbing stuff, I heard that stuff will take away some of her pain.” He asks as he ducks behind a building and pulls off his hood and mask before walking across the street to the local corner store.
“I read that the stuff might make her throat a little numb and cause her a hard time swallowing.” You say recalling the article you had read last week.
“Don’t want that, what about dinner tonight? I’m thinking Spaghetti.” He ponders. “It’s your favorite.”
“Jay you’ve already had dinner.” You laugh.
“Too late now, I’ve bought the stuff and I’m coming home.” He tells you. Moments later he’s crawling through the fire escape window with a bag in his hand. He puts the small amount of groceries on the counter. Then he walks over to Addie and pulls out a new teething toy from behind his back.
“Jason!” You say laughing and lightly smacking his chest.
“What can’t a guy spoil his girls?” He asks before kissing your lips and placing a rose in your hand.
“I love you.” You say smiling against his lips.
“I love you too.” He says as Addie coo’s in her bassinet. He smiles at her before picking her up and bouncing her on his hip. “And I love you.”
Addie giggles and then the computer beeps, a warning sign going off signalling that one of his deliveries had been ambushed ruining the sweet moment. You watch the console that shows the security camera’s for that area and quickly spot Batman and Nightwing trying to defeat Amazo.
“God Da-” Jason starts to say but he receives a dirty look from you as you gesture to Addie still in his arms.
“Language dear.” You say taking Addie from Jason so he can go stop his guys from talking. She starts to cry but stops when you hand her a stuffed toy yet again from Jason.
“Sorry doll,” He mutters kissing your lips and placing a kiss on Addie’s small head. “I’ll be back Princess don’t you worry.”
“Go get ‘em tiger.” You tell him placing a light smack on his butt for an extra pep in his step. “I’ll even make you an extra diner.”
“I’ll be back even quicker than.” He smirks before placing his helmet on his head and exiting through the fire escape.
After putting Addie to sleep and cooking the spaghetti for Jason you hop into your chair placing your comm link in your ear before typing away at the computer. “What’d I miss?”
“Just going for a late night drive that’s all.” He says and you roll your eyes.
You let out a little yelp when you see the large grapple enter the hood of the car and you watch as Jason swerves trying to escape it’s grasps. When the car is lifted off of it’s front two wheels you start to get worried but the worry is quickly vanished when Jason pulls a lever and gets rid of the roof. He crashes into Axis chemicals and Batman follows.
After Batman stands still for a moment reminiscing the moment the Joker had been created Jason speaks up.
“Hard to forget that night huh?” He says pointing a gun at Bruce. “In a way Batman this was the sight of your first great failure, maybe your greatest, but certainly not your last. Right? Ah memories.” He then turns his gun to the car and shoots it causing it explode along with some chemicals.
“Jesus Christ Jay, careful!” You say as he turns and runs away before the rest of the building can explode to smithereens.
“Always am sweetcheeks.” You can practically see the smirk on his face when he speaks. When Jason gets home you hack into Arkham Asylum’s security camera’s knowing that Batman will be heading there to interrogate your father. When you looked at the man that had aided in your existence you sadly saw the sickening resemblance. The green hair and although your skin wasn’t ghostly white like his it sure was pale. You looked over at Addie and gave a small smile thankful that she looked more like Jason. She was to innocent to look like the mad man who was your father. You felt Jason come up behind you with Addie in his arms, he handed her to you and you clutched her small body close to yours as Jason cut off the footage of your father now laughing on the floor. He then hugged you close comforting you in his arms.
“I won’t let him hurt her, or you.” He whispered into your ear. “He won’t hurt any of us again, I promise you.”
“I want to be the one to kill him.” You said authoritatively. “It has to be me that kills him.”