she really is an amazing dog

lordtableshark replied to your post: “Sorry for bringing this subject up again, but as a native Chinese…”:

I wanna hear more about this neighbor! ��

She’s really nice! She’s Puerto Rican and her husband’s Jamaican and they often bring me amazing food because for some reason she thinks I can’t feed myself. I bake them Christmas treats every year. They have two yappy chihuahuas named Ed and Bella that they let wander around. These dogs get into MY yard and bark at ME in MY house through MY screen door. I love that kind of unrestrained boldness in a creature the size of a guinea pig.

K but in all honesty Tumblr sleeps on Ladyhawke so much

A) It was made in the 80s so every now and then (like in the beginning of the fucking movie) there’s really inappropriate synth/electric guitar music and slo mo shots and lens flares and it’s fucking delightful

B) It’s about a knight and a lady who fell in love but a creepy ass priest (of course) wanted her so I forget how he pulled it off but now she is a hawk by day and a lady by night (TITLE BUT WITH AN “E” ADDED IN THE END FOR NO REASON) and he’s a man by day and a wolf by night and they only see each other in their human forms for half a second when the sun is rising (or setting I guess) and it’s The Most Tragic Love Story Of Our Time

C) She’s stunning but not completely incompetent; he’s broody and badass and did I mention he turns into what amounts to a giant dog it’s like your boyfriend turns into Ghost what’s not to like

D) Yes Matthew Broderick is there and yes he doesn’t really fit the vibe but mostly he’s there to be you.  He’s there to be like “omg what a tragic love story I must help the otp” he’s there to be like “wow Michelle Pfeiffer’s face was carved by the gods and also she turns into a bird of prey how amazing” and he’s kind of a flop but you tolerate him, it’s the 80s, Ferris can stay

E) I forget exactly how the plot is resolved but let me assure you that it is as over the top and ridiculous as you’d expect, full of ominous church things

Watch it.  Live it.  LADYHAWKE.

The A-mew-sing Sequel To Adrien’s Game

This time, there are only four episodes covered but a lot of pictures so I’m adding a “read more”…eventually.  Also, Ladybug is on Netflix!  Go watch.  Here we go with the next four eps!

The last time we left our boy Adrien, he was developing his flirting technique with the lovely Marinette.  Or not.  It’s fun to speculate though, right?  Right?!

…ANYway, let’s see how he tops the almost kiss.

 In “Darkblade” (Le Chevalier Noir):

  • Marinette decides to run against Chloe for class something-or-other
  • To the utter delight of 95% of the class
  • That’s right man, just play it cool…

In “The Mime” (Le Mime):

  • Hey, I didn’t know y’all were gonna be here too lol!
  • Smooth move, dude.  Just play it off like you had NO IDEA.

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restingbitchfaceisnotsadface  asked:

"I can start with how I went to marine science camp as a kid and end with that time I accidentally brought a flamethrower into the county courthouse" --- PLEASE EXPLAIN IM SO CONFUSED D:

So, when I was a kid, my parents worked full time, so during the summer, my sister and I were enrolled in day-camp so we’d be adequately tired when we got home, and my FAVORITE  camp was Marine Science Camp, run by MSI on the banks of redwood creek, right off the San Francisco bay.  It was AWESOME: we got to dissect squid, there was a literal shark tank, which we got to fish leopard sharks out of and Tag Them For Scientific Research, ad we’d go out on the boat once a week and do things like haul a net full of fish out, use a scoop to study benthic creatures and look at plankton under a microscope.  I realize now we were essentially doing transects, dissections and other field/lab work for a bunch of grad students but it was FUN.  

I totally wanted to be a marine biologist when I grew up and would tell anyone who asked me what I was into about nematocyts and oceanic acidification until The Adult realized their mistake and fled.

At the same time, I was pursing an aggressive interest in the visual arts, which my parents heavily encouraged, becuase they are excellent parents and because it;s was a QUIET hobby unlikely to result in bodily harm, unlike my sister, who got into karate and Theater, which is a surprising dangerous combination.

But then i got to college and realized an issue with this plan: I, hands down, SUCK at chemistry.  I did okay in into becuase I’m great at taking standardized tests, and the teacher got suspended halfway through the semester for getting into a fistfight with another prof for poaching his grad student, but Organic Chemistry was a disaster.  I’ve never been good at arithmetic, and balancing chemical equations is something i need the dang molecule models for. So marine bio was a No-Go.

So I switched my major over to Art, which turned out to be kind of a disaster (the school managed to lose an entire semester of my grades because the Art Department kept really sloppy records and i ended up dropping out and resuming college elsewhere) and AMAZING, becuase I took a human figure drawing course with professor [REDACTED] who announced on the third day of class:  “SWEET THE FOOLS JUST GAVE ME TENURE.  CAN’T FIRE ME NOW, SO LEMME SHOW YOU HOW TO MAKE A FLAMETHROWER”

The thing she actually taught us was how to modify a culinary butane torch to empty the canister at a much higher rate than any manufacturer anywhere recommends, which gives you and AWESOME bigass jet of blue flame, but only lasts about 30 seconds per container.  She also showed us how to make bandeliers so we could carry multiple containers, “just in case”.

In more practical lessons, we were in class when the first gov’t shutdown happened, so we didn’t have money for models, so she oped to bring in various animals for us to draw instead.  there was the usual cats and dogs, but also chickens, horses, a farm hog, a 12-foot Burmese Python and a baby deer that had been abandoned on her porch.  It was really fun, both becuase animals are amazing, and becuase they don’t hold still, so you learn to draw REAL FAST, which is a skill that’s served me well since.

A few years later, I was summoned for Jury Duty, and had to show up at the courthouse for selection.  HOWEVER, I’d put my usual bag in the wash the previous night, so I grabbed my old school backpack to take with me because I knew I had a sketchbook in there to amuse myself with.

I forgot I also had my flamethrower in there.

I live in a pretty low-crime area, so the metal detectors are actually pretty far into the building- you don’t get scanned until you’re actually going into the courtroom.  So for about three hours beforehand, I was sitting in the hallway having a Nice Chat with one of the state park rangers and the CEO of the local call center.  We get called in, and as we walk through, my backpack sets off the alarm.

“Fuck.” I say abruptly remembering what would have set it off.

“Do you have anything metal in your backpack?” the security guy asks me.  I think he was expecting me to say glasses.

“I forgot that I have my flamethrower in here. I’ll just leave this outside.”  I explain, hoping I’m not about to be arrested.

“Please open your bag or leave it outs- your WHAT?”  Dude stops halfway through his routine.

“Flamethrower.  I made it in art class and will definitely be leaving it here.” I say, carefully putting my bag on the table, zipper open , and pointing at the small butane torch.  The guard looks at it, looks at me (pls note, I am small, white, feminine and conventionally attractive so YOU BET privilege was happening here), before deciding that Art People Are Dumb and waving me in after wanding me to make sure I hadn’t accidentally brought anything else in my pockets.

I was not selected for jury duty.

In other news, I still have it, and it still works.  I use it for mass-toasting creme brulee.

I’m not sure why Tumblr isn’t all over White Collar. Seriously, it’s an incredible show with wit, great humor, clever plots, and AMAZING character development. Not to mention:

  • Gay actor Matt Bomer is the lead
  • Neal Caffrey: super suave con-man art-thief with a heart of gold and an intense love of all things artistic (he’s an adorable puppy dog cinnamon roll)
  • Diana Barrigan: daughter of a diplomat and a badass lesbian woman of color who isn’t sexualized 
  • Clinton Jones: A black Harvard-educated Navy man turned FBI agent who is cool as hell
  • June: super awesome black woman who is so sweet but also crafty and on occasion helps the guys with cons 
  • Mozzie: conspiracy theorist comic relief with a penchant for philosophic quotes and completely random eccentricities - who has a REALLY SAD BACKSTORY WHY?! 
  • Peter and El: They have the BEST marriage ever. Both are supportive, encouraging, and SO TRUSTING. Seriously, Peter constantly gets thrown into compromising positions where he has to flirt with other women, and each time they set it up like El think he’s having an affair but she just laughs at him because he sucks at flirting - Sorry I just really love the Burkes
  • Satchmo the dog saves the day more than once 

It’s funny, light-hearted, with great writing and acting, and touches on deep themes with grace. This show is INCREDIBLE and went out with a hell of a bang. It’s all on Netflix and you should totally go watch it right now. 

It feels nice

Bucky x reader 

Notes: angst(ish), PTSD, fluff, service dogs, isolation, masturbation. 

Summary: Bucky’s been going through the motions ever since he got back from his last tour, missing one arm. Then he meets a girl while walking his service-dog Ziva at an ungodly hour. She might be the breath of fresh air he doesn’t know he’s been missing.

A/N: Hi guys! This story is a one shot AU.Hope you enjoy it! x

There’s something -everything- so calming about being outside before the crack of dawn; sure, it’s because Bucky has trouble sleeping and wakes up at four in the morning and is unable to go back to sleep, but, still. It’s like the world is his own for a while. A short while, maybe an hour before the first early birds show their faces, but a while at least. Usually long enough for him to clear his head after another short night of sleep, maybe after being awoken by a nightmare.

Having a reason to go outside, is even better, gives him a sense of purpose; even if his German Shepard, Ziva, usually gives him the stink-eye for waking her so early.

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6 months ago, Loki was one of the least treat motivated dogs I’d ever met, was completely unreliable off leash, and had very little engagement.

Yesterday, she did this for nearly an hour. I’m so proud of this girl it’s crazy.

theendoffreetime  asked:

Isn't "bless your heart" like the greatest "fuck you" you can utter without saying "fuck you"... in the south US?

It can be. It depends on the way you say it! For instance:

An older figure saying “bless your heart” to a small child is always interpreted as more of a “aww, look how cute!” Sometimes, when the child is doing something really, really silly- like ordering unsweet tea- it’s said with a note of amused pity, kind of like when you see a dog not understanding a wood floor. It can also be used to say “you’re an idiot, but I care about your feelings.” So like, at family Thanksgivings, if you don’t eat the cornbread and you tell your grandma it’s because you’re avoiding carbs, she might say “Well, bless your heart” and then take a double helping because everybody knows that the cornbread’s fucking amazing and you’re a fool not to eat it.

However, when said to somebody who’s higher up the social scale than you or your equal in age, status, etc.- then it tends to be a major insult. It can also be a response to an insult. So like, if you’re in Georgia and you say “Yeah, these peaches are ok, but back home in Grand Rapids, we have better peaches” and the peach farmer says “Oh, isn’t that nice, bless your heart-” well, then you should pay for your peaches with a 20, say “keep the change,” and then hightail it back to your car because you done fucked up, bless your heart.

It can also be used between friends to signify that an insult isn’t serious. “She’s the tackiest dresser north of the Calloosahatchee, bless her heart” means that maybe your friend wears horrible clothes but you still love her and you wouldn’t change a thing. There’s a lot of variance in tone and texture of a bless-your-heart; surviving a passel of southern relatives as a Yankee means knowing how to interpret them.

Lance had been born blind, which of course made it hard for him, but he didn’t want to give up.

Everyone at the Garrison doubted his ability to be a pilot because of his blindness, but Lance ended up proving them wrong, even if he only got to be a cargo pilot.

Blah Blah Blah, skip forward to The Castle of Lions.

Lance only catches Allura because he could hear her tripping, and flirts with her to keep up his playboy front.

Lance asks Lance and Coran if he can feel there faces so he can think about how they look, and Allura isn’t really comfortable with this but she lets him do it anyway.

Allura actually doubts Lance’s skills as a pilot, considering he can’t see and he is always flirting, so when anything goes wrong, both her and Shiro seem to blame him.

Lance can’t change himself, can’t change the fact that he can’t see anything, and is slowly falling apart because of it.

Blue ends up becoming his ‘service dog’ and likes to do some amazing stunts while in mid battle so Shiro and Allura have to praise her Paladin because he just saved there fucking lives 💙


quality content, but one question? Do Alteans not have blindness? @ziaraderosa

future fruit

Min Yoongi / Suga / Agust D | BTS
8,375 words | DRAMA/FLUFF
warnings for language
(unnamed OC)

a playlist because I felt like it, it’s a strange collection but they’re all songs I listened to writing this.

Originally posted by hoseokxx

The first time Yoongi shows up at her apartment, she’s just finished cleaning up her after-dinner mess and opened her laptop for a movie, wanting a quiet night in.

“I hope this is okay,” he says after she opens the door to him slumped against the frame, purpled exhaustion painted into his lacrimal groove and a reddened darkness in the outer corner, as if one of his makeup artists had applied a rusty shadow to elongate his eyes and create depth.

“You said to come over if I needed,” he adds.

She nods. “Of course, come on in.”

He shuffles in, toeing off his shoes in the cramped entryway space, then follows her into the small Gangnam studio apartment. He looks around at her minimal decor, enough to show glimpses of her personality, but little enough to keep her space from feeling overcrowded and busy, the pale peachy wall color cocooning him in warmth.

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OK, so I have some things to say, some things I would like to discuss after watching that. I have felt every feeling in the book. I was genuinely not prepared for that kind of first episode.

1. That opening scene. The music, the boys, Polly. All of it was the perfect opening scene. John was beautifully terrifying and oh my god when Arthur said “In the bleak midwinter” I had my first of many slight heart attacks.

2. Tommy mother fucking Shelby Blackmailing himself an OBE whilst requesting that his family aren’t being hung.

3. Lizzie Stark is looking stunning on that note not to mention how amazing our girl Ada looks.

4. Michael sniffing cocaine honestly really is my aesthetic and how damn FINE is he looking.

5. John in the damn countryside, with his dogs shooting at fucking birds. This is everything i wanted but obviously, it was all too good to be true.

6. Arthur with his little baby picking up eggs made my heart melt.

7. Polly well and truly being broken though was tough to see. Normally the strongest whooping all those boys arses into gear. Even though she was a shell of the Polly we know she still hit us with that one-liner.

8. Hi where is little Finn, who does he live with, is he OK.

9. Tommy Shelby hacking a man to death with a meat hook is what I’ve been missing.


11. So wait this whole war with the Italians started because John didn’t want Lizzie dating anyone else?? Which spiralled and led to Grace’s death which lead to Tommy losing his shit and murdering the Luca guys brother and father (is his father the man from the scene where Tommy was torturing the fuck out of him and Arthur shot him to stop the man suffering?) which has ultimately lead back to John may or may not being dead?????

12. That Michael and Polly fight wow just wow.

13. “We’re not the Peaky fucking Blinders unless we’re together.” *swallows lump in throat*

14. That last scene. I actually can’t. I think Michael survived but John, no one survives that many bullets. I knew the rumors of him being killed off were a possibility but did not expect it to be in the first episode. I honestly can not imagine peaky blinders without John in it like what the flying fuck. I will be BEYOND angry if that was the last scene of John Shelby i ever get to see.

woahtherebuddyfriend  asked:

This question is v serious... what cartoons do you think each of the losers likes best? Like the morning after a sleep over which cartoons are each of them looking forward to watching?

I LOVE THIS! So I feel like 1950s/1980s cartoons were kinda limited so I’m going to extend this to 90s cartoons as well if that’s cool.

Bill Denbrough: Scooby-Doo because Bill likes solving a good murder mystery ya feel? Get it? His brother? I’ll see myself out sorry. No but really, Bill likes the idea of a person being behind the mask, it’s a lot less horrifying than the reality he is facing in Derry. Still sad? Oops.

Ben Hanscom: So Ben really likes to watch Hey Arnold! He loves Hulga and Arnold’s character dynamic and honestly used to feel like the Hulga to Beverely’s Arnold if you catch my drift? That all changed when Beverly finally figured out that he was her secret admirer with the amazing poem. He still loves watching it on Saturday mornings with the other Losers. Hey Arnold is usually the first cartoon the group chooses for their morning binge.

Stan Uris: My boy Stan the Man really likes Courage the Cowardly Dog because he is literally Courage. He’s terrified of everything and people keep dragging him into spooky shit unwillingly so he can kinda relate to the poor dog. He loves everything about the show with the only exception is the “Return the Slab” episode because fuck that episode that shit is horrifying for everyone.

Beverly Marsh: So she really likes Eliza Thornberry because fun fact she really loves animals and the idea of traveling the world. The fact that Eliza can talk to animals is so cool to her and she day dreams about helping animals around the world and seeing everything there is to see out there (because fuck Derry). 

Mike Hanlon: Mike loves watching Recess with the other Losers because it reminds him of the Losers Club (without the scary monsters and shit). The show highlights school life and it’s super interesting to him since he’s been home schooled for years. The Losers like to remind him that school isn’t as cool/insane as Recess makes it out to be though.

Richie Tozier: So Richie loves all cartoons but he can’t help but absolutely love watching South Park. Unfortunately, it’s rarely on TV Saturday mornings because it’s inappropriate as fuck so he usually watches it by himself or with Eddie (he loves watching Eddie’s eyes get wide during some of the raunchier episodes). When it’s his turn to pick a cartoon with the Loser’s, Richie normally sides with Eddie’s opinion because he knows that Eddie isn’t able to watch much TV at home because of his mom.

Eddie Kaspbrak: Okay so Eddie is tough because his mom barely ever lets him watch TV because “The radiation from the TV could give you cancer, Edward!” so he’s pretty sheltered when it comes to TV shows. The one cartoon he does like watching is Tom and Jerry. Richie introduced it to him once at a sleepover and they laughed so hard they were crying so it easily makes the list as his number one choice with the Loser’s club.

Lie To Me (E.D)


Word Count: 3,500 +

Warnings: Fluff and slight cussing

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“I know mom, I think he’s the one.” You smiled happily and tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear as you stared down at the text your boyfriend of three years sent you.

Grayson: Can’t wait till you come home from your parents, I miss you so much babe. 😘

“You wouldn’t mind If I headed back to LA a little early..would you?” You sat up from your seat and gave your mom your signature pair of puppy dog eyes. The ones that always worked on Grayson. She sighed as she placed her hands on her hips. “You really love him don’t you?” She questioned with a small smile. “Of course mom! Grayson’s amazing.” You gushed and stood up from your seat. You walked over to your mother and pulled her into a hug. “Please?” You whispered and smiled coyly. “You still act like such a child.” She laughed and you pulled away, your hands still on her shoulders. “Fine. But next time you come you’re staying the full week.” She wagged a finger at you and you squealed. You decided to surprise Grayson with a visit after being separated for 5 days since you were visiting your parents. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction once you stepped into his apartment, you’d hug him and kiss him as if it was your last time. Then you’d both spend the night together. You knew you were overreacting, it was only 5 days, but you loved him with all your heart and being away from him for so long broke you.
You missed his floppy hair, warm smile and corny jokes. You missed the way his hazel eyes sparkled in the light and how his soft pink lips felt on yours. You especially missed how he left goosebumps all over your body with one single touch.

He’d have your back arching with one kiss, hands roaming and groping at your body.
Moans would be brought from your lips as he sped up his tempo, going inhumanly fast. His fingertips dancing along your curves, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The thoughts left you even more excited to finally see Grayson. So as the plane finally landed, you did your best to pass by the large crowds of people in search of your luggage. As you dragged your suitcase behind you, you frowned at your phone. Grayson still hadn’t replied to the text you had sent him before you even got onto the plane. Thinking your phone was just buggy from being in airplane mode for too long, you tucked it away into your pocket as you stepped into the uber.

You quietly hummed to yourself as you walked towards your shared apartment with Grayson.
You smiled as you fished into your purse in search of the key for he door as you imagined him looking up at you with one of his big, toothy, crooked smiles, telling you how much he missed you and how happy he was that you were back, then whisking you away to your bedroom. Turning the knob and opening the door swiftly, you stepped into the room and started to call out for Grayson. “Babe?-”

You stopped dead in your tracks when your eyes made contact with the single thing that broke you. You saw Grayson jump up from lying down on the living room couch, a desperate look on his face. You could just barely make out a figure behind him, but you knew someone was there.
“Who… Wha…?” You stammered, not being able to speak since your throat felt completely dried out.
You watched with fright as Grayson stood up from the couch and took one firm step towards you, sympathy in his eyes. The figure behind Grayson also got up and came into view. Her green eyes sparkled in the dim lights and you instantly felt self conscious of your own.
She wore a tight tank top and light washed denim shorts. Her platinum blonde hair stopped just above her elbow and her eyes were solid, piercing right into you with satisfaction. Satisfaction that she stole him from you.
“Y/N,” Grayson suddenly broke the uneasy silence and your eyes darted towards his, fuming. You were fuming. You felt something well up inside you, like a storm at the peak of it’s strength. Grayson took another step forward, raising a hand up from his side as he did.
“Don’t..” You whispered as he extended a hand to try and grab you.
You felt your eyes begin to water and your heart’s shattered pieces swept away by the instant anger that coursed through your veins. You tightened your fists into balls and looked down, squinting your eyes shut as you willed yourself to remain standing as your arms and legs began to tremble. A quiet sob escaped your lips and you looked up to meet the hazel eyes of Grayson, the man you had been so sure you were destined for, the man you thought was the one, the man you loved. You looked down at the promise ring on your finger that Grayson had given you when you first started dating. “I promise my heart to you and you only.” He had said. What a lie. With a trembling hand, you slowly pulled it off and stared at it blankly. You forced your legs to move but you felt glued to the floor. You brought a hand up to wipe at the wetness of your eyes as you started to walk towards Grayson. You grabbed his hand and placed the ring, the ring that had meant so much to you, the ring that symbolized your everlasting love, into his empty palm. You closed it as you closed your eyes, a single tear seeping through and falling onto his clenched fist. “It’s over.” You breathed and your eyes fluttered open. A look of hurt and regret flashed onto Grayson’s face. He reached to grab your hand and you tugged it away. “No!” You growled and looked up at him through the redness of anger that was clouding your vision. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He whispered and you met his gaze. “How long?” You asked and your eyes met her green ones again. “Is this your house?” You spat angrily at her. She scrambled to grab her belongings and bolted out the door. You brought a hand up to your head, pressing your index finger, middle finger, and thumb to the temple of your forehead in an attempt to calm yourself. “You fucking jerk.” You breathed and scoffed. “I should’ve known better.” You laughed harshly at yourself as Grayson took a step forward. “Y/N, we didn’t even do anything-” He began, you cut him off with a slap. You ignored the stinging sensation building up on your now red palm as you raised an eyebrow at Grayson. “But you were going to?! That’s the point Grayson! I caught you. It’s done. We’re done. And I’m leaving.” You grabbed your purse from the ground and made your way towards the door. You shut it behind you and pressed your back up against it, tears streaming down your cheeks as you silently waited to see if Grayson would chase after you.
You peeked through the window and saw him standing there, a hand holding the cheek you had slapped as he stared down at the ground, the feeling of guilt and regret becoming too much for him to handle.
You clasped a hand to your mouth to muffle your cries as you watched him tuck the ring away into his pocket. Then, you ran.

You ran, faster than you had ever ran before. You didn’t think it was even possible for you to run that fast, but you were. Cold wind gushed onto your face and jolted your body as you raced down the familiar streets of LA. Your eyes filled with wet mascara, lips tinted with pink lip gloss. You couldn’t even tell where you were going since it was dark, but you didn’t care. You felt your phones vibrations against your skin, hundreds of texts from Grayson flooded your phone. You frustratedly threw it onto the ground in hopes of muffling the annoying sound.
You barely kept your eyes open when you heard someone honk from behind you. You turned around and squinted your eyes at the blinding lights of the car. You brought a hand up to block the rays of light from your eyes as you heard the car door open and close shut. “Fucking hell. Grayson leave me alone.” You huffed as a familiar shaped figure walked towards you. He came into the light and that’s when you realized it wasn’t Grayson. “Ethan.” You breathed. Suddenly your knees trembled with exhaustion and you collapsed onto the ground. Your body quivered and shook with hate, sadness, and fear. You clenched your fists as uncontrollable tears seeped through your eyelids and down your cheeks. That was it. You broke up with Grayson. No more goodnight kisses, no more cuddles after a long day, no more cooking breakfast together every Saturday morning and no more listening to his piano playing. All of it gone.
You felt as Ethan scooped you up with ease off the ground and into his arms. You pressed your face against his sweatshirt as you muffled your cried. Your tears stained his sweater but he didn’t care and neither did you.

When you were stable enough to open your eyes, you realized that you were in Ethan’s house. One of his blankets draped around your shoulders as the low sounds of the TV played in the background. You tiredly rubbed at your puffy red eyes and looked around. You saw Ethan humming quietly to himself as he finished swirling the spoon in a coffee mug. He set it down onto the sink before grasping the handle to both cups. He walked towards you and extended out an arm. “Hot cocoa?” He asked. You murmured a soft “Thank you.” As you took the cup from him.
You sipped the drink graciously and realized how cold and tired you really were. You shut your eyes at the feeling of warmth surging throughout your body. You mustered up a small smile which Ethan returned.
You felt as he rubbed your back lovingly, comforting you in such a way it made you want to cry. You were so thankful to be receiving this much kindness and you didn’t know how to thank him.
“You can stay as long as you want,”
Ethan’s voice was tired and raspy but also as kind and gentle as the sea breeze.
“How’d you find me?” You whispered and set the cup down onto his coffee table. Ethan removed his hand from your back and sat up. “Gray told me that you ran away. He also told me why you ran away. I’m so sorry.” Ethan muttered and looked up as a sob escaped your lips. “He’s an idiot. Shhh, Y/N, c'mere.” Ethan outstretched his arms and you didn’t hesitate to fall right into them. You sobbed quietly into his chest as he caressed your hair softly. “It’s late. You should go to bed.” Ethan whispered and you nodded. You sat up and rubbed your eyes lazily. With a sigh you got off the couch and headed for the door, you hand made contact with the door knob before Ethan’s voice made you pull away. “Where are you going? I told you, you could stay here.” He chuckled softly and stood up. “Oh.” You mumbled and looked towards the couch. “My bed.” He explained and you nodded. He led you over to his bedroom and gave you a pair of his sweatpants and a shirt to change into. You thanked him and he left the room. You sighed and grabbed the hems of your t-shirt, pulling it up and off your head as you reminisced on all the good times you and Grayson had. You mentally scolded yourself for thinking about him as you got rid of your jeans. “Y/N, I was wonderin-” Ethan suddenly opened the door as you were bending down to grab the pair of sweats on the ground. Your ass just dangling in the air, panties and all as your face flushed a dark shade of pink. “Oh shit- sorry!” Ethan quickly shut the door and you groaned and picked up the sweats from the ground. You tugged it on and opened the door. Ethan walked in, still looking a bit flustered from what just happened. “It’s honestly fine. You’ve seen me in a bikini before right? It’s the same thing.” You plastered on a smile as Ethan let out a puff of air. “Oh, good. I thought it was going to be so awkward for the rest of the night. I’m so glad your cool about it.” You laughed softly as Ethan brought up a hand to wipe away the small layer of sweat forming on his forehead. “It’s kind of hot isn’t it? I’m going to turn on the air conditioner-”
“What?” You gaped. “No, it’s freaking freezing.” You stood in front of the air conditioner and crossed your arms. Ethan raised an eyebrow in amusement and mimicked your movements. “It’s hot Y/N. I’m sweating.” Ethan said and you looked down at what he was wearing. “Because you have a sweatshirt on.” You pointed out with a giggle. Ethan grabbed the hems of his sweater and with one swift movement he was shirtless. He smirked down at you and you gulped, struggling to keep your eyes from traveling south. “Better?” You mumbled. “Hmm..I’m still pretty hot Y/N.” you rolled your eyes and squealed when he lifted you up and tossed you onto his bed. He turned on the A.C, groaning out in pleasure as the cool air hit his face. “Seriously Ethan?” You scoffed and sat up. “I’m going to wake up as an ice block.” You whined and rubbed your hands up and down your body to try and build up some warmth. “Not if I sleep with you.” Ethan said which made your eyes widen. “Crap, that came out wrong. Uh- I meant not if I like, sleep next you. Cause, you know? Body heat and stuff like that? My body heat will-”
“I get it.” You cut him off with a laugh and scooted towards the end of the bed. Ethan smiled, the pink that tinted his cheeks fading away as he ran a hand through his hair. “Do you still have my extra toothbrush here?” You asked him. He smiled and nodded, leading you towards his bathroom. You thanked him and grabbed it, applying toothpaste to your brush as he just stood their behind you awkwardly. “ can leave now.” You forced out a laugh as you looked at Ethan through the mirror. “I’m waiting to brush my teeth.” He explained and you rolled your eyes. “Just do it now.” Ethan shrugged and reached to grab his brush.

You both brushed your teeth in silence, the only sounds being heard were the bristles of the tooth brush being rubbed against your teeth. You leaned down and spit out the toothpaste, turning the sink on to wash your mouth out. Once you were done you turned to look at Ethan. He looked at you, cheeks puffed out as a bit if toothpaste dribbled out of the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin. “Don’t.” You laughed and backed away. Ethan smirked and threatened to spit at you. “No!” You exclaimed as the toothpaste made contact with your shoulder. You reached for the toothpaste and squirted it at him with all your might. “Y/N!” He exclaimed and groaned. You giggled but he reached for a cup, filling it to the brim with water. “Ethan, wait no! Ethan-” he tossed the water at you, soaking your white t-shirt. You lunged forward but slipped on the water, “Oh shit! Y/N!” Ethan grabbed your ankle to hold you up as you pressed your palm against the wall. You both laughed at the position you were in and Ethan helped you stand up straight. “Thanks.” You sighed and smiled at him. “No problem, it was kind of my fault anyways.” He smiled and you laughed. Suddenly you caught his eyes wandering towards your chest. He brought a hand up to cover his eyes and you looked down. “Crap!” You muttered once you realized your black bra was completely see-through in your soaking shirt. “It’s okay, just grab another shirt from my draws.” Ethan said. You nodded and walked out if the bathroom, shuffling through his drawers. You found a dark navy blue V-neck and threw it on. You returned to the bathroom and tapped Ethan’s shoulder. “You can look now.”
“Oh good.” He chuckled as you blushed. “I’m going to clean this up, don’t fall again.” He instructed you. “No promises.” You giggled.
He left the bathroom and you followed, but not without stumbling a bit. He returned with a mop, you sat on his bed and watched as he cleaned up the mess you two had made. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Ethan questioned you. You felt your heart beat quicken and your throat dry up. “What? I’m just watching you clean.” You stammered and Ethan laughed, “Sure Y/N.” he said smugly and crawled into bed besides you. “I was.” You pouted as he threw the covers over you both. “Mmhmm, I know.” He hummed which made you groan. “Whatever. Goodnight Ethan.”
“Night Y/N.”

You awoke to the sounds of Ethan’s light snores in the shell of your ear, and the morning light trickling in through the blinds. You soaked in the warmth of the covers and Ethan’s arms wrapped around you, before letting yours eyes see the sun’s rays. You covered them with your hand since it was so bright and groaned softly.
Slowly and reluctantly, You uncovered your face once again. You blinked, closed your eyes, and blinked again. You rubbed your knuckles onto your eyes as you tried your best to fight off a yawn.
To no use, the yawn escaped your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut once again but you opened them as Ethan’s snores grew louder. You shoved him gently, “Ethan.” You whispered. “E.” You pushed him again and he didn’t even budge. “Eth.” You pushed him once more. Nothing.
Ethan’s eyes shot open and you laughed. “Kink?” You asked with a small smirk. “W-whaa?” He asked still adjusting to the brightness in the room, his voice raspy and deep which did things to you, things it shouldn’t have. “Oh forget it.” Ethan unraveled his arms from around your waist and you sat up watching as he rubbed the tiredness from his eyes. He yawned and looked up at you as you stared out of his bedroom window. You felt his eyes on you so you cleared your throat. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You mocked him from earlier and smiled to yourself. “I like when you look at me like that.” You added when he didn’t respond. “Why?” He asked you. “Because, it’s the same look Grayson gave me when he told me he loved me.”

“What?” Ethan asked and sat up as well. You turned to look at him, and reached to crook a strand of hair behind your ear. “You like me.” You pointed out.
“What? I don’t like you Y/N.” Ethan scoffed and ran a hand through his wavy hair as you watched him with intent.
“Lie to me again, Ethan.” You whispered and looked straight ahead. He turned around and his eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes. “I don’t have feelings for you, Y/N.”

No words were said, your lips were on his. He kissed you and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your lips melded together. You ran your fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you two and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest. Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to your hip. It settled there and pulled you even closer. You inhaled sharply. You were against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection.

Must he be so perfect?

You pressed your bare palm against it, intending to push him away, but instead you left it there. Ethan began nuzzling your neck with delicate kisses. So soft and sweet. You urged yourself to push him away but you couldn’t. A soft moan left your lips and Ethan suddenly pulled away. “This is wrong.” You breathed as Ethan traced your jaw lovingly. “I dated your brother. I just broke up with him.”
“It’s not wrong if we both like eachother Y/N.” Ethan said as his bright eyes met your own. “Do you like me Y/N?” He whispered. “No.” You muttered as his hand trailed down your neck to push your hair to the side. He leaned in and softly nipped at your earlobe. “Lie to me again.” His breath was hot against your ear, and you shuddered. “I don’t like you Ethan.”

What people think Lena Luthor is like: *Icy. Unemotional. Always has a steely gaze in her eyes. Goes to bed every night and wakes up every morning with perfect hair and make-up. Owns nothing but black pant suits. Has never cried, ever. Will destroy you. Speaks in chess metaphors. Never smiles*

What Lena Luthor is actually like: *Has cried thirty-seven times today. Adopts stray animals so often that no one asks questions when They see strange new ones in her apartment. Gets emotional at videos of dogs being reunited with Their owners. Loves hugging and cuddling. Always wants to be the little spoon. Her bed is covered in stuffed animals. If you were nice to her once seventeen years ago, she probably still loves you for it. Will physically fight you if you disrespect Kara. Pets every dog she comes across and usually has to be pulled away by someone. Will cry if you raise your voice at her.*

Fluffy Dominance

I really wanted to get something written with Dark!Chica. Just because I absolutely adore the thought of her. Also, because she doesn’t have a name, (or one that I’m aware of) I’m just gonna call her Diva because I’m not creative enough to come up with something clever.

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The two of them have been playing the same game for about two hours now. What amazed you more about the goings-on, was the sheer amount of patience Darkiplier and his dog seemed to have. 
The man stared down at the floof ball of fur with a stern gaze.
While the pup returned the stare with just as much passive hostility. 
She stood with her head high, ears perked and tail still. Diva was so much different than Chica, it amazed you that they were once one creature. 
“Sit.” Dark ordered, for what seemed the hundredth time. 
Diva in fact, did not sit, but lifted her paw in a handshake motion. 
Dark’s layers were beginning to show. Sharpening around the edges when he heard you laugh. 
“This isn’t a comedy show,” Dark growled and you shrugged your shoulders. Seated on the couch with your laptop beside you, you had a clear view of everything the two were doing. 
This had been going on for longer than it should have. When Dark gave one command, Diva did another. 
She was a smart pup. It was overwhelming sometimes just how much the dog seemed to understand what was going on. 
“No, but she is beginning to make a clown out of you.” You stated and Dark turned his icy gaze you on. To which you smiled innocently. Unfazed by the glare that could curdle milk. 

Diva placed her paw back on the floor when Dark turned back to her. 
Her eyes were set on the treat in his hand, but the amount of defiance in her gaze suggested she wasn’t done disobeying. 
“Sit.” Dark tried again. 
Diva’s tail dipped, and for a second, you thought Diva was going to do it. But as her butt touched the ground, her front paws slid out from under her, and she settled down on her stomach. 
You erupted with laughter as the pup huffed impatiently. Tail smacking the ground lazily as she stared up at Dark.
Dark snarled and shoved the treat into your hands. “You try then. See if it’s so humorous when you’re part of the act.” 
Still snickering, you stood from the couch and replaced Dark in front of Diva. 
The pup was on her feet again. The same twinkle of defiance glittering in her eyes, dispersed as you offered the treat. 
“For being an annoyance.” You whispered to her. 
Diva for her part, wagged her tail with more enthusiasm and carefully took the treat from your fingers. The first time you had hand-fed Diva, she had torn off a fair bit of skin with her teeth. 
It was all by accident but Dark wasn’t exactly impressed, and Diva didn’t enjoy being stuck outside in the rain for three days. 

Dark glared at you. Crossing his arms over his chest and handed you another treat from the pouch in his pocket. 
You turned to Diva and held the treat out, just high enough she could see it, but just out of her reach. 
“Diva, sit.” You said softly. To which the dog instead sneezed and licked her jaws with a rather grey tongue. You frowned and the dog regarded you coldly.
“Not so easy is it,” Dark commented and you rolled your eyes. 
Returning your gaze to Diva, the two of you regarded each other. 
Ever since Dark brought Diva home, the two of you had danced around one another. You spent more time with Diva than Dark did. Since he was always working, and you came home earlier than he did. 
Diva had resented you for the first month of her stay in your home. Unsure of what to make of you. She could tell the difference between Dark and yourself. 
You were mortal. A human. Where Dark was something else entirely. 
But unlike Dark, you were kind and thoughtful. 
When Dark had kicked Diva out of the house for biting you, you had brought extra blankets for her in the dog house under the porch roof. Even after trying to argue that it was an accident, Dark refused to let the pup back in until the punishment was dealt.
You found this a little unfair, and thought it would be better if Diva understood you at least tried.
You even sneaked bits of cut up meat in her food. A way of forgiving and apologizing for what happened.
The two of you were still learning about one another, but Diva understood you weren’t like Dark. 

You smiled kindly and lowered the treat to Diva’s height. 
“Diva, can you please sit for me?” You asked, no longer using a soft tone. But speaking as if you would to Dark. 
Diva blinked once, waited for a moment, and then lowered her rump to the floor. 
You smiled broadly and opened your palm for Diva to take the treat.
Turning to Dark, who looked furious, you shrugged your shoulders. 
“She’s a little more than a dog, Dark. She’s family now. Maybe you should treat her like one.” 
Dark narrowed his gaze down at the pup as she stood and nosed your hand. Allowing you to briefly scratch her nose before she trotted over to her bed.

I got to meet Sarah J Maas yesterday at a signing and it was a fabulous experience. The place was packed (and by place I mean church) and we were there for three hours, but it was well worth it. She talked for about an hour before the signing. Some cool talking points:

-She acts out her scenes before a mirror…with Annie as her only witness. Annie sleeps through this.

-If she was a character in one of her books, it would be Fleetfoot. Because she too likes bacon, to be brushed by hot men and Fleetfoot makes it to the end.

-Feyre and Rhys’ Theme song is Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine. Aelin is Back in Black by ACDC and Lysandra is Bad Girls by MIA.

-She wrote the Chaol book in five days. It’s about the size of Empire of Storms and her excitement about it is infectious. I wasn’t excited about it before, but I am now. And she says it’s integral to the Throne of Class storyline. 

-She didn’t want to leave the ACOTAR world and basically wrote a fanfic of her own work after the events of ACOWAR. Accidentally pitched the project to her agent over a few drinks in Chicago and Bloomsbury bought the rights.

-She used to eat lunch alone in the library as a Freshman and was the President of the Lord of the Rings Club…which she founded.

-Her advice for aspiring writers is not to listen to anyone telling you that you can’t. When they say that, you say watch me. She also says that you need to show up though and hustle. Write every day. Treat it like your job. 

-Her recommendations for after finishing ACOWAR are The Black Dagger Brotherhood by JR Ward and Karen Marie Moning’s Fever Series for older readers. For YA, The Star Touched Queen.

All in all it was really fun time and she seems like an amazing person. I got my books signed and showed her a picture of my dog Rowan, who she thought was adorable. 

2x19 “Alex” Sanvers Wishes

Like always, I’ll come back after the episode airs and cross out any that came true:

  • Alex burning dinner.
    **BONUS POINTS if she burns dinner because she was kissing/flirting/talking to Maggie.

It’s okay Alex, paella is difficult to master.

  • Kara making a dig at Maggie about Alex not knowing how to cook, or about not knowing Alex as well as she does -regardless of the situation.
  • Them mentioning that Alex can’t cook.
    **Bonus Cute Points if Maggie says it doesn’t matter because she can/she’ll cook for Alex.
  • Alex & Maggie having an argument over Kara that ends badly before Alex is taken.
    **Bonus points if Maggie tells Kara later that they were fighting and now she’s scared that was the last time she’d see Alex.
  • A Maggie/J’onn scene, that’s nowhere as awkward as Jeremiah’s speech, because J’onn is Alex’s true space dad.

Not the big scene I wanted, but Im counting that ‘good work Maggie’ and hug. Heaven knows when was the last time Maggie hugged a fatherly figure.

  • Alex blurting out an ‘I love you’ and spooking Maggie. Plus Maggie beating herself up for not having said it back while they search for her.
  • Maggie and Kara having a heart to heart about Alex.

I’m still crying over “We both love her”.

  • Maggie telling Kara she loves Alex/almost telling her that.
  • Alex saying her last goodbyes over the laptop.
    **Bonus points if as she’s telling Maggie she loves her, the water covers her.
    **Extra Bonus Points if she tells Kara and Maggie to look after each other.

This was one of the wishes I was really hoping for. Alex being scared of dying without telling Maggie how much she meant to her was too good to pass up, but what really made the scene was Maggie. She took it away. Floriana knocked it out of the park with the crying and the breaking voice. Alex looking right at the camera but not being able to see Maggie, only hear her heartbroken voice. Gertrude the dog. It was all around one of the best scenes in the episode, hands down.

  • Alex dies for a moment and she’s brought back.
    **Bonus points if Kara says that she can’t hear her heartbeat.
    **BONUS POINTS AND INSTANT DEATH if Maggie gives Alex CPR.
  • More than 1 heartfelt Sanvers scene.

That laptop scene and that ILY scene. The rescue was much shorter but the forehead kisses really made it. (Flo keeps delivering, damn.)

  • More than 1 kiss.

I’m counting the three (3) forehead kisses Maggie gives Alex when she’s rescued, and of course that last amazing smooch on the medbay.

  • A kiss that lasts longer than five (5) seconds. (For reference, their first kiss lasted this.)

Roughly 5 seconds from when Alex goes for it to when they pull apart. I’d say it was on par with their kiss in 2x09 or 2x15 (amazing to have so many kisses to choose from), but Im def not complaining because Alex did almost die an hour ago.

  • Let’s shoot for the stars kids: A kiss that lasts longer than ten (10) seconds. (For reference, the 2x07 kiss lasted this.)
  • Maggie asleep next to Alex’s bed in the medbay.
  • Maggie taking care of Alex after her ordeal.

Rather short, but Maggie’s softest little voice saying “Be careful” and her facial expression. I died.

And Maggie helping walk at the DEO. Granted, she’s not very good at playing nurse if she can’t keep the patient in bed, but I’ll give this one to her.

  • Forehead touch/kiss/hand-holding while Alex is lying in the hospital bed in the medbay.

I’m crying, I cannot BELIEVE we got all three. I don’t even have anything to add.

Forehead touch:



There was some serious double triple pretzel hand-holding going on there. I approve.

  • Maggie chickening out of telling Alex ‘I love you’ at some point.
  • Maggie and Alex say ‘I love you’.

And I’m still crying about it. Almost as much as Maggie.

  • Alex/Kara/Maggie group hug. Or Kara/Alex/Maggie sandwich.
  • Alex and Maggie talking about getting a dog together, can’t forget about that.

I hope Alex said Gertrude as a joke.

  • Alex and Maggie talking about moving in together.

I’m not crossing this off, because it’s an open to interpretation allusion as opposed to an actual conversation about it. Do couples who don’t live together fight over loading the dishwasher? That seems like a really domestic thing. But I think we can infer Maggie is thinking about it. I bet this item will get crossed off before the season is over.

  • Maggie crying.

The crying/trying to smile thing Maggie had going on during the laptop scene effed me up good.

So I’m pretty sure all of us have high expectations for this episode, but I’m hopeful confident a good number of these will get crossed out.

Fingers crossed, and only one day to go!

GOT7 Jackson Show Ep.14 with markjae aka CoCo parents

I totally love today episode as my favorite OTP, markjae were the guest. I really really love how Jackson instantly introduced them as CoCo parents and love the way they shared stories about CoCo…when one told something about CoCo and the other added to the story. They really like a couple who raise child together..So sweet. 

Basically, these what happened on tonight’s episode. Tweets are taken from my fanbase account^^ @.MYSunshineYJ

  • CoCo parents are the cutest. I love how Jackson introduced Mark & Youngjae as CoCo parents 
  • Jackson asked CoCo parents when the last time they saw her? Mark then asked Youngjae ‘4 days ago?’ YJ said 4 days ago
  • While asking markjae Jackson accidentally called Youngjae 'hyung’ then YJ said to JS 'Call me hyungx2’
  • Then Jackson said 'Youngjae hyung of the GOT Jackson Show’  while Mark just smiled sweetly at them
  • Youngjae said he sees CoCo everyday since he took her with him when he moved out. Also cuz he can take good care of her
  • Oh our sunshine Youngjae is planning to get another puppy!! It’s either poodle or similar breed like CoCo, maltese
  • Jackson brought the plant topic again & Youngjae said 'You threw away all my plants’
  • Mark said he didn’t want to get a pet cuz the pet mighy get lonely stay alone in his room when he’s working
  • Youngjae suggested to Mark to raise a cat and Mark asked YJ 'Should I raise a cat?’ aww mark is so sweet
  • Jackson asked Mark if he misses CoCo & Mark said he got to see her at least 2 or 3 times in a week
  • Mark said he sees CoCo cuz he misses her & also a mission to which Jackson replied that it’s a responsibility as parent
  • Mark said CoCo is noisy in the morning esp when he key in password she will bark & stops after the door open
  • Youngjae agreed & said that’s the only time CoCo is noisy..mark said this while looking at Youngjae
  • Jackson asked markjae to make promise to CoCo & Youngjae said he’ll take care of her even after he dies
  • Jackson asked Mark to make 3 promise to CoCo since he lives apart from CoCo
  • Mark asked Youngjae how many times he should come over & Youngjae said he doesn’t care.. awww my markjae
  • When deciding the visitation time, Mark felt he was going through divorce
  • Youngjae made Mark promise to buy him a dog pads every month
  • Youngjae also decides for Mark 2nd promise 'Buy dog food’ YJ said dog food & pads are the only things he needs
  • Youngjae said CoCo can shake hand now.He trained her using her food but instead of shake hands she asked for food when YJ asked for hand
  • Mark said he thought CoCo to 'sit’ using English & it’s amazing how she can understand that
  • Aww Youngjae backup Mark when JS said Mk actually force CoCo to sit while teaching her. YJ said it’s not really force but a positive reinforcement treatment
  • CoCo understand both English & Korean word for sit  JS suggests to teach her Chinese words as well
  • Jackson ask how they come up with CoCo for a name.It was Mark’s idea. Youngjae want to name her 'Ssal-teok’ rice cake cuz she’s white
  • Jackson said rice cake is a horrible name cuz hard to pronounce
  • Mark said there’s no reason why he decided on CoCo cuz to him CoCo looks like CoCo
  • Aww Mark wants to name Youngjae’s new dog as well  oh wait are they going to adopt another puppy together? aww
  • Jackson ask Youngjae if he has English name & YJ asked JS if he has one then JS asnwer 'Jackson’ and JS asked 'is Jackson a korean name?’ LOL
  • Jackson tried to give Youngjae an English name 'Gibberish’ 'Jimmy’ Eric’ but settles for Italian name 'Lorenzo’
  • Mark actually liked how 'YoungJae’ was pronounced in English
  • Mark was on board with Jackson with 'Lorenzo’ for Youngjae Englih name&they even made YJ introduced himself as Lorenzo Choi in English
  • Markjae mission is the same mission with 2jae where they need to compliment each other & reply 'I love you’
  • They decided to play Tomato game instead since they both played that mission before
  • They decided on punishment- winner get to hit loser for 3 seconds & at the end markjae decided to hit Jackson

I really really love markjae so much. I kept saying this over & over again that they started off as awkward with each other but now being so close with each other & even own a puppy together..I can’t get enough, I love how Mark constantly asked Youngjae when it comes to CoCo because CoCo is theirs…I love how similar their stories were when it comes to CoCo.. I wish markjae will do another V app with CoCo when Mark goes visit CoCo at Youngjae’s home~  

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