so much love for them both

My whole personality is Klance

- I value family a lot

- I seriously grew up with like a million little cousins and a sister

- I love THE OCEAN

- Insecure about many things

- Jokes and memes are my coping mechanism

- Awkward and stoic at first

- But once you get to know me I am Lance af

- No surprise hugs please and thank you

- Impulsive as hell someone stop me

- It’s usually hard to piss me off, but when I do lose my temper I won’t hesitate b*tch

- Gimme them conspiracy theories

- Obsessed with lions

- My favourite colours are blue and red

anonymous asked:

I was shipping Caryl so hardcore but then my friend said that episode 10 would have been a perfect time for them to admit and express their love especially Daryl but he didn't. So she thinks that while there is love there, it's not "in love" or romantic or sexual or anything more than friends. She also thinks it's the writers and higher ups way of shutting Caryl down gently. What do you think

Hey there! ❤

I think if tptb would like to shut down Caryl, they could have simply skipped a reunion and seperate them for good.The reunion and much of ep10 did absolutely nothing for the plot.It was development for Caryl.

So tptb did the opposite. All of episode 10 was a love confirmation from both sides. Daryl’s statement to Morgan in the beginning made clear how much he adores Carol. The scene with Daryl threatening Richard was the dynamite of love confessions. Did you hear the white noise when it dawned on him that Carol is alive? Daryl was nearly passing out,he was so overcome with emotion. It’s not platonic to feel like that.The last conversation with Morgan implied that Carol is Daryl’s treasure,his reason to stay alive.

And Carol. She opens up only to Daryl.Lets him in. She clung to him in both hugs, rubbed her head against him with closed eyes in the second hug.She wanted to be left alone,but makes an attempt to go with him when Daryl leaves.She smiles for real only for him.

tptb want to drag it out,they do not want to kill Caryl,never did.You must always consider that Carol and Daryl are damaged people with a lot of old baggage.Both are dealing with new traumas right now.It’s just not the right time yet.

I know Caryl is subtle.It’s extraordinary and delicate.Has always been.It takes so long,but it is always there and it is stronger every time we get to see a glimpse of it.If you read between the lines,rewatch scenes,you see pure,bone-deep,romantic,all consuming love.

Lying Fuck (Hamilton x Reader)

Words: 3500+

Warnings: sex mentions, insults, so much cussing it’s ridiculous tbh

Request:  Alex x reader where they both kinda hate each other and yell A LOT but then they fall in love?

A/N: this got out of hand but i needed the build up lol, i could not make them like each other instantly

It was a constant fight between you and Alexander. Every time you two would stumble into each other on the way to the conference room, there was bickering. And not just normal arguing. It was screaming on the top of your lungs, insulting each other every which way possible. It has grown to the point where if you two looked at each other, you would begin arguing. Even Alexander Hamilton’s rival, Thomas Jefferson, could not compete with how much you hate each other.

“You ass, you don’t even know how to proofread your writing. Look! There’s already three misspellings in the first paragraph!” You glared at Hamilton, showing him the paper. Hamilton rolled his eyes, taking the paper out of your hand.

“These are not misspellings, you ignorant sack of shit. It is a pen mark on the paper. And at least I write anything, you’re an editor, and you could barely read a piece of paper!” He retorted back, throwing the paper back at you. You frowned, not bothering to even pick up the paper.

“You’re kidding me, right? Just because Mr. Washington made you the head writer, does not mean you have the right to criticize my writing. In fact, I should go and tell him right now how much of a lying fuck you are. Who takes a day off from work to go and shop for clothes? It’s stupid.” You replied. He slammed his pen on the table, looking back at you.

“I am the lying fuck? You’re the one who took a day off to go on a date with Thomas Jefferson! The most biggest shitbag in this whole company.” You balled your hands into fists, glaring at him.

“At least I know that putting most and biggest right next to each other is grammatically incorrect, you mother-“

“OKAY, THAT’S ENOUGH FROM THE TWO OF YOU!” You heard Mr. Washington yell, and you immediately stopped yelling, looking over at your boss. His arms were crossed against his chest, glaring at the two of you. “Can you two just shut up for one minute? I already have a headache, and we just began our day forty-five minutes ago.” He sighed, rubbing his temples. Hamilton apologized quickly, glancing at you.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Washington. If Y/N didn’t-“

“No, no more excuses. I want you two to get out of this office, hand out with each other, make amends.” You two looked at each other in disgust. “Sing kumbaya or something, just, I just want some peace and quiet. Can you handle that?” Mr. Washington asked, looking at the two of you. Of course, you would not say no to your boss, but it was horrible to spend the day with this man.

“Why are you two just standing there? Go! Now.” Hamilton grumbled some more vulgar words, grabbing his bag off his desk. You pushed ahead of him, walking to the elevator. Hamilton snickered at you, turning towards the stairs.

“We sit in a cubicle all day, and you take the elevator?” You pressed the button again, ignoring him. Washington would chastise you again, and you didn’t feel like being lectured.

“Hamilton, take the elevator. It gives you more bonding time together.” You heard Laurens say, grinning at the two of you. You stuck your middle finger at him, walking through the elevator doors. Surprisingly, Hamilton followed behind, standing close to you. You moved away, and he rubbed his forehead.

“Stop acting like a child, Y/N. You could stand on the elevator next to me.”

“Well the fact that you smell like a sewer, I’d rather stay over here, if you don’t mind.”

You were lying. He actually smelled really good, much to your dismay. He rolled his eyes, pressing the first-floor button. The doors closed, and you prayed that this day would go by as fast as possible.

You two entered the parking lot, and you walked over to your car. Before you unlocked the door, Hamilton yelled, and you turned back to him. “What?” you asked, already annoyed.

“We need to go in the same car. It makes more sense that way.” You didn’t want to argue, so you followed him to his car. It was sleek, a dark green. You bit your lip, trying hard to hold in your snarky comment. Hamilton unlocked the doors on the car, and you jumped in, closing the door behind you. He pressed a button, and his engine started. You raised your eyebrows, impressed. He grinned at you, pulling off. “Jealous?” He said, turning down the street. You crossed your arms, looking out the window.

“Very. I’ve been looking for a new car, because I’ve had the same one since college.” Hamilton was surprised at your honesty, and laughed.

“Really? Not to judge, but we make pretty much the same salary. Why stay with the same car for so long?” It irked you how he was judging you immediately, but you said nothing, looking out the window. He laughed dryly, turning down another street. There has not been a quiet moment between the two of you since you met, so it was pleasant. No arguing, no yelling, just silence.

You took this few minutes to glance at Hamilton from the corner of you eye. He was not an ugly man, quite handsome actually, but his attitude and unwillingness to compromise made you despise even being in the same room with him. You hated people that were not willing to hear the other side of an argument, and that seemed to be Hamilton’s whole being. He hated compromise.

Hamilton pulled into the parking lot of a coffee shop. You didn’t say anything, just taking off your seatbelt and climbing out. When you two walked inside (a foot or so between the two of you) you sat at a table.

“Coffee? Nice touch.” You finally said, glancing at the menu. Hamilton snickered, flipping through the menu. The bartender, who from his name tag was James, smiled at the two of you. Hamilton didn’t know that you already came here before.

“James? Can I get the usual?” he nodded, looking towards Hamilton.

“The usual, James.” He nodded again, placing the pad in his back pocket. The two of you stated at each other, surprised the other has been here before. James laughed.

“I never thought I would see the day where the two of you would get coffee. You always yell about each other when you’re in here.” Hamilton glared at James, and he put his hands up in defense, walking to get the coffee. You glanced behind Hamilton’s head, seeing the same person that flirts with James every day. It was their usual coffee jokes, and you smiled at their exchange, seeing the blush on James’s cheeks.

Hamilton looked back at the two, chuckling softly. “It’s the same thing every day. They always flirt with James, and James blushes. It’s really-”

“Cute, Hamilton. It’s cute.”

“It’s sad, you mean. He needs to ask them out already.” Hamilton grumbled. James walked over with the coffees, and you thanked him, taking yours. You noticed that Hamilton and yourself had the same type, and raised your eyebrows. He looked at yours, rolling his eyes. “Christ, you even copy my taste in coffee. What’s next, you steal my favorite clothes? My favorite meal?” You frowned.

“You know, you’re making it really hard for me not to punch you in the face. Because my fist is ready, Hamilton. It really is.” He glanced at your fingers, shaking his head.

“Fine. How about this? We don’t say any more insults, and just try to understand each other?”

“Can’t do it, you’re too much of an asshole.” You joked, and Hamilton rolled his eyes at you. You laughed, sipping your coffee. He stared at you, then looked down, chuckling to himself. You placed your coffee on the side, looking at him. “What’s up?”

He shrugged. “It’s just, you seem like a really nice person. Your laugh is contagious. But every time you open your mouth, it just, I want to argue with you. It’s really hard not to.” You raised your eyebrow. Besides the comment he made, he actually complimented you. Alexander Hamilton complimented you. Oh, Mr. Washington would be so proud.

“Are you, do you finally like me, Hamilton? Are we friends?”

“See? There you go again.”

“I’m kidding. I understand where you come from. I mean, the only reason I hate you is because of your unwillingness to listen to anyone else’s views besides your own. We all try to compromise with you, but you refuse, sticking to your guns. Work doesn’t get done that way, and it does not help that most of the time Washington agrees with you. The rest of us could barely get a word in anymore. It’s basically the Washington and Hamilton company, we’re just there to take up some space.”

You were stunned at the little speech you gave him. Hamilton seemed to be as well, quietly thinking to himself. After a few moments, he spoke. “I get it, I get what you’re saying. I know I talk way too much, and I know that I barely let anyone else bring new ideas to the table. I argue with you because, because you are the only one besides Jefferson who rejects my plans. Even if they’re good, you always say the cons of the plan. Can you just agree with me, once? Just once?” You bit your lip, staring at him. He wasn’t as much of an asshole as you thought. He just wanted you to agree with one of his plans.

“That’s my job, Hamilton. I’m supposed to tell the negatives of plans, I do it to everyone.”

“But mine are always bad, you say this every time there’s a meeting.” You shrug, stirring the coffee. James walked up to the two of you, asking if everything was fine. You noticed a blush on his cheeks, and grinned.

“Did you finally ask them out?” He nodded, glancing back at them.

“Yes, and they said yes, Y/N. They actually said yes.”

Hamilton butted in the conversation. “Told you they liked you. You just needed the balls to say something.” James frowned at Hamilton, hitting him with the pen. Hamilton moved away, and you giggled at their interaction. James walked away, and you thanked him, giving him a tip. Hamilton insisted on doing so, but you ignored him, passing the money to James.

“You’re such a gentleman, Y/N.” He grumbled. “You could never let me get my way, huh?”

“Nope,” you glanced at the time on your watch, “Can we go back to work, now? I need to proofread some material.” Right at that moment, your phone rang, and you saw Washington’s face appear on the screen. Before you could open it, Hamilton reached over, answering it instead. You tried taking it out of his hand, but he jumped up, running out. You grabbed your trash off the table, throwing it in the garbage. Hamilton was already in the parking lot, running to his car. You dashed after him, but he was already in, locking the doors.

“You piece of shit!” Hamilton talked on the phone, wiggling his fingers in a wave at you. You looked at the coffee in your hand, then looked at the shiny car in front of you, clean of any marks or stains. You grinned evilly, looking at him sitting in the car.

You tilted your cup slightly, and Hamilton widened his eyes. He hated whenever something was messy, which is pretty much why every time he walked into your office, he criticized everything.

Your poured your coffee on the car, watching the brown drip onto the green hood. Hamilton opened his car door, already done talking with Mr. Washington. He gasped, looking at his car. “You motherfu-”

“You should have never taken my phone. Now, give it back.” You held out your palm, waiting for him to place your phone there. He looked at your open palm, and shook his head, putting the phone behind his back. “Hamilton, if you don’t give me that phone, I’ll-“

“You’ll what?” You tried reaching behind him, wrapping your arms around his body. He laughed, raising the phone over his head. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest.

“No. I’m not gonna jump for my phone.” He shrugged, keeping his hands above his head. “You could only do that for so long, you know.”

“I do. I also know that you are impatient, so let’s see who breaks first.” The two of you stared at each other, unwilling to break eye contact. After a few seconds of this, you leaped up, trying to get your phone. Mistakenly, you bumped your body into Hamilton’s causing the both of you to fall. Hamilton wrapped his arms around you, breaking your fall. You two landed on his back, and he groaned.

You laughed, and he grinned, beginning to laugh with you.

The laughing slowly faded away, and you were left there, staring at Hamilton while his arms were wrapped around you. You were unknowingly glancing at his lips, and he was doing the same. Before this got any further, you quickly pushed yourself off him, looking away. You grabbed your phone off the ground, and opened the passenger side door, sitting inside.

You could not rid yourself of imagining kissing those soft lips of his, so you looked out the window, holding your head. “No, Y/N, no. That is Alexander Hamilton. You hate Alexander Hamilton, you do not like him. For crying aloud, stop imagining his lips on yours. Stop, please.” You whispered, hearing the car door open. You shut your mouth, looking over at Hamilton. His face was emotionless, never glancing at you. He started his car, and drove off back to the office.

“What did Washington say?” You inquired, looking at him. He finally glanced at you, his eyes landing on your lips. He quickly looked away, his face turning red. Before, you would tease him, but now, it would bring up too many topics you didn’t really want to talk about.

“He wants us back at the office. He said that he actually needs some work done, and we need to finish up our projects so we could show our clients next week.” You nodded slowly, watching him park his car in the lot. Once he was finished, he began to speak, but you immediately opened the car door, leaving him.

“I’ll see you inside, Hamilton.” You murmured, marching quickly. This time, you took the stairs, reminded of Hamilton telling you this earlier. Wait, what were you doing? Were you actually listening to what he said? You stubbornly walked up the rest of the steps, grumbling to yourself.

Once you made it inside the office, Mr. Washington called you into his. You walked in slowly, ready to get yelled at. Instead, he was smiling, gesturing for you to sit down. You did so slowly, nervous. He looked at your hesitant behave, and chortled. “I never saw you so quiet before. Do you think you are in trouble?” You nodded gently. “Oh, Hamilton! Come in here, I need to speak to the both of you.”

You didn’t bother to look at him walk in, sitting next to you. Your arms brushed against another, and both of you leaped away, moving to opposite ends of the couch. Washington raised his eyebrows at the both of you.

“Anyway, I have come across another contract for a new book by one of our top authors. I need the two of you to proofread and correct any spelling errors or mistakes that they wrote. Understand?” You sighed.

“Mr. Washington, I am an editor, this is my job. Why would I need the head writer working with me? It seems unnecessary.” You glanced at Hamilton, ready for him to argue with you. You didn’t mind a second pair of eyes, but why did he have to make the two of you work together? It’s awkward even sitting next to him.

“Y/N’s right, sir. There’s no reason for me to assist her on this job.” Washington stayed quiet, looking at the both of you.

“Wow, after a few hours of being together, you finally get along? What happened? No more arguing?” He asked, scoffing at the two of us. You shrugged.

“It just that Hamilton knows I’m right this time, that’s why. He just learned to finally admit it.” You joked, looking at him. He laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re ridiculous.” He replied, grinning at you. It was nice, finally seeing a smile coming from him. You soon realized the two of you were looking at each other for too long, and turned back to Washington, seeing a small smirk on his face.

“I like that the two of you are getting along, but I do need two people to work on this. And since you are my top employees, I need this to be done by you. Would this be a problem?”

You and Hamilton shook your head at the same time, accepting Washington’s plan. He smiled, satisfied with our answers. “Good.” The two of you walked out, leaving Washington by the door. “By the way, I need it done by tomorrow.” You both widened your eyes, and he closed the doors on your faces. You two looked at each other.

“My office or yours?” You asked, and Hamilton laughed.

“Yours is a mess. Mine will do.”

They two of you worked on the transcript for hours, only taking breaks for the bathroom. It soon grew frustrating between the both of you, the office now completely empty besides the two of you. As you were correcting one of the chapters, Hamilton sighed, putting his head on the table.

“I cannot read any more papers. Is this how it feels to be an editor?”

“Yup, now stop complaining, we’re almost done.” You had your pen in your mouth, reading a sentence. He put his head on his hands, glancing over the words. “Hamilton, if you skim the reading, it’s not gonna help anyone. We’ll have to read it over again.”

“This is unreasonable.” He grumbled.

“I don’t understand why Mr. Nonstop is whining like a child. You write books in less than two weeks, reading one shouldn’t be a problem.” He frowned at you.

“You are making no sense, like usual.”

“Are we really going to start arguing again? Wow, that peace treaty lasted a few hours.”

“This is why I hate you.”

“You didn’t seem to think that when you’ve been staring at my lips for the past few hours.” You whispered, glancing up at Hamilton. He looked at you, a small blush on his cheeks. You smirked, looking back at the paper. He didn’t reply to you, and you turned away from him, twisting your rolling chair around.

“You were looking at mine too.” He said softly, and you could barely hear him. He assumed that you were ignoring him on purpose, so he walked over to you, turning your chair around. His hands were on both armrests, his gaze on yours. “You were looking at mine too.” He repeated, and you laughed dryly, not even looking at him.

“In your dreams, Hamilton.”

“You lying fuck.” You looked up at him, and he grinned. You forced your eyes to stay on his.

“Excuse me? Lying fuck? Wow, you just stole my insult. What else are you going to steal? My favorite clothes? My favorite meal?” You snickered, using the same words as him. He moved closer to your face, and you widened your eyes at his proximity.

Your mind was telling you to push him away, to tell him to leave you alone. But you heart thought otherwise. You dropped the paper on the floor, and pulled your face to his, your lips pressing together. He chuckled, leaning closer to you. You wrapped your arms around him, and you heard the chair strain. Before you could realize what was going to happen, the chair tilted back, taking you and Hamilton to the floor. Luckily, it was soft carpet.

You laughed, moving your lips away from him. He pressed his lips into your neck, laughing with you.

“That’s the second time I made you fall. Maybe this is karma.” you said, and he looked up at you, only one emotion in his eyes.

“You did. You made me fall for you.” You hit him on his shoulder, and the chair flipped away, leaving the both of you on the floor.

“Your advances towards me suck. I could have come up with a better one that that.” You tried picking yourself off the floor, and Hamilton jumped up first, holding his hand out for you. You grabbed it, and he assisted in pulling you up. You wiped off your clothes, looking at him. He had an evil glimmer to his eyes, and before you could protest, he pulled you into his arms, bridal style. “Alex, what are you-”

“Did you know that I’ve always wanted to have sex in an office. One of the secret kinks of mine.” You raised your eyebrows, and he carried you off.

“Alexander, you better not! No, you dumbass, we’re not gonna have sex in Washington’s office! No! I’m gonna call the police on you!” You laughed and giggled, your body thrown over his shoulder. He ignored your pleas, closing the door behind the two of you.

anonymous asked:

hey hey! I recently really got into bts (I love them so much ahhhh) and I was wondering if you know any good bts or other kpop blogs to follow? (I also want to say your covers on youtube are really good!)

yes ofc! im glad you got into bts theyre all sweethearts and losers and i love them a lot (also thank youuuuu!) 

btw im putting the blogs under read more in case this gets long and also sorry in advance if i missed anyone :(

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I started to reply to @just-a-wretched-wumman’s post:

(sorry-on phone and can’t do the cute link) but my reply was too long so I thought it best to do my own post.

Here goes. I have NO problem with never posting about Sam/Cait’s personal life in the future (unless they share their status openly) because they have pretty much made me not care. I was very disappointed at the deception but I guess I’m over that too. I love the books and show. That won’t change. I hope they’re both happy personally and successful professionally; I owe them that for the pleasure they’ve given me in their portrayals of Jamie and Claire. That’s it.

In fact, I’m sitting here watching 48 Hours and this episode is “Stalker”. In Hollywood. It’s very real. “The current access to celebrities via social media breeds erotomania, a condition wherein you fantasize you are in a romantic relationship with someone you don’t know.” LA was the first city, nationally, to have an anti-stalking law that eventually became a felony. It was due to the Rebecca Schaefer case for those who remember 1989. Their PD now has a whole unit (Threat Management Unit) that just deals with stalking and threats. They talked about Christina Grimmie, shot and killed by a fan as she was signing autographs after a concert. She’d never met him. Many people were interviewed. It’s horrifying. “Many celebrities find themselves plagued by stalker.” (Pauley Perrette, Gwyneth Paltrow, Sandra Bullock…)

Then there’s the regular stalker who is upset over a breakup. I have had several friends go through this and can’t count the times my ex-husband police officer took calls from friends (his and mine) asking advice on what to do about this problem. Truth is, not much can be done except a restraining order, which is pretty useless. I worked with a nurse who was stalked after she broke up with a guy. He beat her to death. She left behind a small child.

It’s very possible to me that with so many women obsessed with Sam, there could’ve been a threat. Remember the odd rambling Twitter person? That wasn’t funny to me. It’s a scary thought. How many more of those are out there about which we have no idea? Maybe that explains why they (who some refer to as C Listers but I have no idea about the Lists) are going to such lengths for privacy. So I think I can just leave it and enjoy what they give me. I know it might not make a huge difference, but it’s what I can do. And as my dad used to say, all we can do is what we can do.

Stir Crazy

Originally posted by frankwinchester

Pairing: Negan x Reader x Daryl, mentions of Negan x Daryl
Word count: 1,084
Warnings: Teasing, swearing
Prompt: Cabin Fever/ “Look at this!”
Request: @snpfangirl94 So ladies may I please get a Daryl x reader x Negan please? (Sorry not sorry)
A/N: I fully intended to go all out with this. Like, I had and end game. And then I wrote the last paragraph, and just thought it was just right. I hope this is okay, and I’m sorry these are so damn late.

Negan Smut Week masterlist

Daryl had conned you and Negan into heading into the woods, renting a little cabin, and spending Christmas there. What he didn’t predict, however, was the massive blizzard that came through. You couldn’t get the front door open there was so much snow. Being stuck in a small cabin with the two men wasn’t exactly your ideal situation. You loved them both, and they loved you, but holy hell did they fight. It wasn’t an all the time thing, they just wore each other down after a bit. Their personalities just clashed.

Hearing them bicker in the other room, you hung your head. Then you got a sneaky idea. Glancing over your shoulder, you smirked, as neither were in sight. As quick as you could, you pulled off your shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Once you’d unclasped your bra, you moved to the doorway of the room they were in. You held your bra up with your finger. “Look at this!” You grinned at the way their heads turned to look at you.

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Otayuri Week - Day 6 - Pair Skate or Rivalry

Me: why not both 

I can’t see them as rivals, so that’s all I could come up with sooooorryyyyy ;A;

Pair skate probably most likely inspired by @superartwhore comic thing which I love so much (is2g I cried reading that (more than once))

I have to change my mechanic pencil from 0.3 to idk 0.7 cause you can barely see the lines in this shit 


My phantom ice-moth husband and super-powered fighting-robot son being happy, smiley dorks. <3

AKA characters you thought you’d never see smile but surprise you when they do and need to be protected forever.

anonymous asked:

in your tags from the rikyako q&a post, you said smth abt her being okay for the kimikoko solo. what happened with that before?

Anchan and Rikyako were seriously out of breath for their duet in Kimi no Kokoro wa Kagayaiteru kai? in all of their previous performances (January Event, Numazu Live, Christmas Mini-Live).

Yesterday they finally performed Kimikoko again and…

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Philinda Fanfic: In Control, Chapter 1

RATING: Explicit as in lots of detailed sexual practices between two consenting adults.

SPOILER: ALL the backstory we saw on the show up until Melinda met Andrew. - Because this is set before she met him. ;)

SUMMARY: After Melinda expresses an interest into the BDSM scene, Phil offers to scratch that itch for her. So they meet at a hotel to explore her fantasies …

NOTES: Let’s not kid ourselves here, this will be a smut-feast with lots of mutual pining as they both explore a Dom/sub relationship. We all know they love each other, we all know how “just scratch an itch” has to end for them! But before that end, there will be so. much. sex. So very much of it!
I’m very thrilled to bring you this story and I hope you’ll enjoy it!

WARNING: This story features consent. Any and all sexual acts in this story will be obviously consensual, by which I mean that our beloved OTP will make very sure they’re both always comfortable with what they are doing to each other, because rape culture sucks and we all deserve porn that doesn’t romanticizes or excuses rape.

THANKS to @crazymaryt for listening to all my ramblings! You’re absolutely amazing and the very best cheerleader and fanfic-confidant anyone could ever wish for!


Chapter 1:
In which they set the ground rules.

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anonymous asked:

Could I get some domestic headcanons for 2pChina?

-From the moment you told him you were pregnant, he dropped the drug business and started trying to improve himself in work, in education, and as a person.

-He loves you and the kids very much.

-You both have 2 kids.

-You do most of the cooking and house work and you do have a job. So things are very busy around the house. Occasionally he does cook dinner though and put the kids to bed.

-Whenever the kids ask about what he used to do he lies. He doesn’t want them to know that he used to be involved with drugs.

-Over all he’s very ashamed of his past.

-One time you and him had come clean about it to your daughter and all she did was hug Yang and giggle out “Don’t worry daddy. I still love you.”

-He cried. A lot.

-Viktor keeps him in check.

-Your kids are very smart and do very well in school but you and Yang never pressure them the do well. Just to be themselves and to do their best.

-When no on is looking Yang is a giant pervert.

-You two still have a lot of sex. But just learned how to be quiet.

-Especially after your second daughter started crying saying “I heard zombies groaning!!!”


-Your family over all is tightly knit.

Stuff about Robert I’d randomly like to see.

More Paddy and Robert interaction.  I really liked the Paddy Robert conversation this week and what that might imply for the future. I would love Paddy to see Robert struggle and to step in, offering support by just listening and being there when Robert needs someone. Eventually, I’d like to see him as much as a father to Rob as he is to Aaron. I’d like to see them hug. Robert hasn’t had a father figure, an older man he can both trust and respect or rely on for guidance in his life, since he left home at 19. And I like the way the writers have subtly shown him so cynical to both Lawrence and Paddy up to now, like he has had no intention of trusting any potential father figure, because he’s done with that, after the complex relationship with his own father. Now though, just as he’s started to sort that out in his head, it would be great to see him acknowledged by Paddy as someone worthy of a father’s love.

An interaction with Ronnie about Aaron being in prison .If Robert does break down over Aaron, how would it be if it was Ronnie who was the person to know? Maybe Robert is alone at the Mill, and Ronnie arrives to do some work and finds him there. And Ronnie really listens, and gets it, and offers a quiet support just by being steady and being there.

Robert as an uncle to Sarah and Jack. Maybe Robert and Liv could take a role together, and help look after Jack while Debbie goes to Prague with Sarah. In spite of his troubled past with Andy, second to Aaron, Andy really was the love of Robert’s life. He would care about his children, and do everything he could to support them. I really wish we could see that acknowledged. 

anonymous asked:

(Going on from your Ultra Magnus getting cuddles hc) imagine later someone going in to ask him something and he's just sitting at his desk with bot s/o asleep asleep in his lap still cuddling him and Ultra Magnus stroking their head as they sleep and turning to bot who entered his habsuite and say "you're suppose to knock before entering another bot's quarters, you could've woke them up." (I love the idea of Ultra Magnus being with a cuddly little bot so much because he'd be so good to them x3 )

Anon truer words have never been typed.


Magnus would be a loving husband and diligent father. The ultimate family man. I imagine him with a dorky “Mr. Dad Guy” sweater, an arm wrapped around his s/o’s waist and both of them covered in baby beans ♥

Give this boy someone to love 

Originally posted by gypsyastronaut

anonymous asked:

From ghouls side Hinami,Tsukki and anteikus loves Kaneki but not Sasaki,From humans side Mutsuki,Shirazu,Arima and investigators loves Sasaki but not Kaneki,Most important thing is it doesnt matter it is kaneki or sasaki or neki or neki,Touka loves all of them,and all kaneki loves touka,(in different situations he still cares)heahaaha it is really good to be have a same otp as the author :')

Ahhhhhh i love how you described this, yes yes!!! it’s amazing how Haise not even knowing who she was, he felt attracted to her. And Touka will always love him as long as he’s happy and she knew that Haise had a good life after all, that’s why she never interfered. I love them both so much *sobs* this ship is my life