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Jason Todd x Reader - Sweet Child O’ Mine pt 2

Requested by: SO MANY PEOPLE

Warnings: none

Song: none

Words: 1470

Tagging: @memento-scribet (This was supposed to be for your birthday, but I had no time during the week and I’m really sorry for that! but here it is! I know It wasn’t much of a surprise because you read it earlier, but it is still for you.)

MASTERLIST

PART 1


Walking out of the GCPD, a drop of rain hit your forehead, and another on your hand. You looked down to the boy at your side, and he had a drop on his arm, running down his elbow and over his wrist, down his finger and dropping to the ground.

He looked up at you with a goofy grin plastered on his face, gripping your hand tighter and his grin growing to a smirk, he took off in a sprint to the only car parked out front, and you ran with him. He dropped Jason’s hand, and Jason watched with a smile as the two of you ran in the rain, happiness radiating off of your bodies in waves, hair soaking wet and covering your faces, and fingers intertwined as your feet splashed against the forming puddles.

Jason sat in the driver’s seat, and you in the passenger’s, as the kid sat in the back. You never turned your head, but you watched him through the mirror as he stared out the window, watching the rain fall and the people run from it, shelter under buildings and umbrellas and holding on to others to save space. The boy’s focus was just on what lay outside the car, and he didn’t notice when Jason reached back and patted his shoulder.

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Master sleuths + magnifying glasses

Same Dynamic Couples Headcanons

-Omega couples arguing somewhat often but never having really serious fights because as soon as one of them realizes that the other is really upset, they shift into mothering mode and immediately start trying to make their mate feel better

-When Alpha couples argue it’s always a very loud and intimidating thing where they are both trying to make the other submit to them and most of the time it ends with the winner of the argument fucking and marking up the other because they feel the need to completely assert their dominance

-Beta couples arguing less than other same dynamic couples because they generally share a very close bond and find it difficult to do or say anything that could harm that bond

-Omega couples being insanely cuddly all the time and often enjoying cuddles just much as they enjoy sex, if not a little more so

-Male Omega couples always alternating on who gets to top, unless the couple has clear preferences on who takes on which role

-Alpha couples most often low-key arguing about who gets to top, wrestling around as a form of foreplay until one has the other pinned and impatient enough to agree to bottom

-Cute little Omega couples sharing all their clothes and often purposefully wearing each other’s sweaters just to stay close to their mate’s scent when they are apart

-Omega couples doing each others hair and makeup and filing each other’s nails and being so content to be able to tend to each other even in simple ways

-One Alpha getting sick and being too proud and stubborn to willingly allow another Alpha to take care of them, but their mate is also too stubborn to just allow them to suffer alone so they try to take care of them anyway. Attempting to feed them soup and impatiently trying to sweet talk them into taking their medicine because they know they can’t demand it without their sick mate becoming more resistant. And despite how frustrating they know it is for their mate to not allow them to care for them, they will be just as difficult when they inevitably get sick as well and it’s the others turn to play nurse

-Beta couples that enjoy people watching in crowded places and using their heightened sense of smell to try and figure out what people are feeling and then making up funny stories about them to make each other laugh

-An Omega couple hanging out with an Alpha couple and the Alphas low-key keeping an out to make sure no other Alphas try bothering their friends, and the Omegas knowing that their presence will keep other Omegas from approaching and flirting with the Alphas and making everyone uncomfortable. So it’s a really beneficial friendship for everyone involved

-When one Alpha is in rut the other willingly takes on the submissive role because despite having the urge to be the dominant one, they know exactly what the other is going through and they want to make things as easy for their mate as possible

-A kinky Omega couple whose heats have synced up so they hire an Alpha from an agency to “assist” them during their heat and happily take turns watching the other be fucked and knotted

the moral of the story is that matsuhanas are a terrible influence

anonymous asked:

hey im a fan of ur blog and this is my first question ! im just wondering, why do so many ppl say things like "o ya i love the new content but its stressing me out" or "ugh i dont need a new video today im already stressed enough" and ur tags also sayin the live show kinda made u feel like shit sorry im not 2 serious but im just wondering thanks ily

maybe just me but dan was extra condescending and mocking of many parts of his audience today. he kept using a sarcastic high pitched and whiny voice when he was imitating fans or reading out questions. he was so so patronizing when talking about the segment of the audience that wants them to play life is strange just to watch them make decisions or whatever. he initially assumed, just like anthony the dumb fuck music reviewer, that most people watching wouldn’t care about his weird electronic music recs. he was just a bit too abrasive and i understand dan is a human and his rudeness is rooted in his own insecurities and fears about his role as an entertainer and the audience he pulls and why they watch him and blah blah but i am a human too and it’s been an incredibly hard week for me, i was already feeling quite bad about dans interaction w anthony on twitter that was dismissive and sexist towards dans “tween girl” audience and i felt like so many of his comments today just reaffirmed those views and made me sad. which is particularly a shame bc there was also obviously a lot of really great and lovely stuff that he said in this ls as well. but i’m not going to be dishonest about the emotions that their content engenders in me and rn i feel pretty bad

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Are there seriously still people like that on tumblr? Seriously? Can you grow tf up please? I don’t understand your logic. If you don’t like the ship why don’t you just fucking ignore it? Nobody fucking cares if you don’t like it, I’ve dealt with so many people on the novahd tag, who came over and wasted their fucking life just to say “oh I don’t like novahd.” O-okay? Did we fucking ask? I mean I get i get it everybody has an opinion, but some people need to keep some in there stupid blabber mouths, because they’re unnecessary and stupid. And you know what I’m not gonna lie, I did that a long time ago, and I regret it, I even said sorry for it. But the fact that people STILL do this with shipping, is fucking retarded, it’s 2017, grow tf up. Don’t start stupid ass ship wars for no reason. I’ve seen enough ship wars I don’t want to see anymore. And I’ll even say I have a notp right now myself, and I hate it with a fucking passion. But do you see me going on other ship tags to say “Hey, I hate this ship, just wanted to tell you that.” No i don’t, because why would I do that when my ship is ten times fucking cuter anyways? *clears throat* Sorry..and I’m sorry if your dead ship won’t come back so you have to hate on others ships. Tch feelsbadman. Look do you need tips on how to ignore a ship and keep your fucking mouth shut so you don’t get it slapped off by karma? Cause I’ll help you…fuckin…we have other problems in the world and you’re bitching about a notp??? Some people..also don’t. say. sorry. After you just shit on something we like, it’s stupid and you clearly don’t mean it. Stay in your fucking lane. We’ll talk about our ship, and you talk about yours. Fair enough? Okay now shut up. 

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he was weak and foolish 

                                          like his father

                                                                        so I d e s t r o y e d him

anonymous asked:

Okay but Junkrats S/O teaching him how to waltz

I’m not sure why but I instantly thought back to Team Fortress and Spy trying to teach Scout how to woo Ms. Pauling– 

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“Sorry, sorry” Yet another apologetic laugh came from the Australian man right after he stepped on your toes for the nth time. His eyes shifted from your feet to your face every now and then, making sure that his steps are in time with yours. He has to admit, as fancy as waltzing looked like, he sure didn’t expect it to involve this much apologies and trip-ups. 

With smile on your face you shook your head letting him know that you’re fine even though you knew your toes would hurt for a while after this. “You’ll get a hang of it soon.” You reassured him, the sharp nod confirmed his determination. 

Unfortunately after a while he let go of your waist and hand, taking a step back after he realised that your rhythm flattered for a second indicating that it’s getting slightly painful for you to go on. “How ‘bout takin’ break, yeah?” He suggested.

“Sure, I guess a short break won’t hu–.” 

“A’ight, see ya later then, mate!” Without letting you finish your sentence he waved a goodbye and walked out the door.

“..rt.”

A few days passed since your attempt of teaching Jamison how to waltz and, you have to admit, the way he ditched you kind of hurt but you didn’t let it get to you. What did get to you however was how the said man seemed to avoid you for the next few days afterwards. 

At first you didn’t think much of it and instead just assumed that he’s embarrassed about the whole thing, but as the time went by it became more clear how out of character he’s acting around you. Of course, you tried to approach him on several occasions but he always somehow managed to get away from you, quickly throwing an explanation that he has something do to, or that he’s busy with something so he can’t talk. Sometimes he even laughed nervously and slipped past you before you had the time to speak. 

Even others let you know that they didn’t know what was going on with him.

Not today though.Today was going to be the day where you’ll approach the junker and demand an explanation. The determination was real. 

Walking into the main hall you quickly spotted Roadhog who motioned towards the hall as soon as you walked up to him - it was fairly obvious who you were looking for. With a nod of your head you turned on the back of your heel and headed back down the hall, not stopping in front of the training room’s doors and marching up to Junkrat straight away. 

“All right you have nowhere to run away now, Jamison, explain yourse–” Words died in your throat when you realised what he’s wearing; looking him up and down, eyebrow raising in extreme confusion. You tried to form a question but eventually it all came down to one: “What?” 

Your ears soon picked up the music, eyes shifting to the source of the sound to find Mercy standing near an old looking gramophone, giving you a small happy grin and a double thumbs up. She wasn’t the only thing that added onto your confusion - in fact the whole room was redecorated so that it no longer even remotely looked like a training room. It now looked like a danc–

“Soooo, (y/n),” Trying not to laugh Junkrat walked up to you, extending his right hand towards you with a wide grin. The black suit fit his frame perfectly, the red tie loosely - but still nicely - around his neck complimented his eyes. 

“Can I have this dance?”

EHEHEHEHEHHEHE now @digeridoodler and my charisk together is just… dangerous OvO
so many smol goats ; w;
@hatsuki-chii94 called them brownies family or family brownies? i don’t remember xD
they looks tasty tho  ( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o)  jk
because of colors ; w; lol

Bonus:

finding the monster like: ♥

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woomytroop  asked:

This is just a question, but how do you make so many followers??? :3

I really wish I could give you a definite answer… Cause I have no idea tbh. 

One day i was just like “Imma make a blog for these squids, idc if anyone likes em.” And thats it. I am not good at tagging and I posted art like 2 or 3 times a week, so it baffles me too lol. 

From what other artists do, they put lots of tags and popular tags and I think that’s the key for getting followers? I’m so sorry I’m super unhelpful in this situation ;o;

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Seventeen - 아주 NICE Performance Compilation (ft. the members and their special outfits)

inspired by @vernonchewy‘s amazing Pretty U Compilation !!!

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@leurauxe I saw your tags on the delinquent Iwa drawing… and … my hands moved on its own

But srsly tho school prefect oikawa HEAD PREFECT OIKAWA this image will never leave me ever again

12 DAYS OF SHIPMAS - DAY ONE (DRARRY)

In case you missed the original post, here’s what’s going on.  

And here are all the other stories so far!

ARRRGGHHH!!!! It’s finished, I did it woohoo!!!

I hope you guys enjoyed it :) Sorry the last few stories were a little later than expected.  I’ve had a wonderful vacation writing for so many different ships, most of which I’ve never done before, but honestly?  It was so lovely to come home to my darling Harry and Draco <3

I changed my mind about this fic a few times, and in the end, I went from the heart.  When it doubt, get out the feels :D

1.8K words, no smut.  Picture set by me, though I don’t own the images.  Featuring Sean O’Pry and Harry, and Boyd Holbrook as Draco.  

Tagging @ourloveislegendrarry@drarrygram@goldentruth813@oh-my-drarry@talkdrarrytome@elsa-the-snowbitch@trainingfortheballet-potter@27snowflakes@mangoapplepie@madoneworld@parseltonquinq@sprout2012@raykkenoha@the-green-quaffle@hurricanes-chasing@draconianpotterhead@icanhelpyouthere@a-eliz@gloster@teambucky@diydrarry@indigoprinceofslytherin@lamerrill92​ 

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And A Partridge In A Pear Tree

  Harry wasn’t sure why he still did this to himself.  

  Year after year he came back.  It wasn’t that he did or didn’t want to, it was that he couldn’t not.  Not since that first time with Hermione in the snow, realising it was Christmas Eve as they stood in the square in Godric’s Hollow, staring at the monument built to Harry and his parents.

  Every year he came.  And every year it seemed a little colder.

  He knew come morning he would find himself at the Burrow, almost suffocating with happy cries of love and family as the extended Weasleys made him even more welcome than they did the rest of the year.  He knew he would be hugged and fed and teased, and he would be surrounded by nothing but life.

  He wasn’t sure if that was part of the bribe.  Of why allowed himself to come and stand alone on the night of the 24th, and lose himself for a while in his grief.

  He liked to think his parents were watching him all the time (well…maybe not all the time, he’d rather his mother not see him in the shower).  But in moments like this, where he reached out to them, he hoped they saw, and that it made them happy.  He hoped Sirius was there too, maybe with Remus and Tonks.  He hoped they had each other.  

  He took a shuddery breath as a cold tear slid down his face.  He never cried for them anymore, not in many years.  As the wounds from the war and the final battle healed Harry had vowed to live his life fully, honour the dead by celebrating the here and now.  But on Christmas Eve, he let himself be just a little sad.

  “I miss you,” he said quietly.  He knew he’d never really known his mum and dad enough to miss them, but he felt like he had through Sirius and Remus.  But them he did miss, deeply, along with Tonks, and Fred Weasley, and his beloved Hedwig…

  Another tear slipped down his cheek and he let a small sob rattle his chest. He wished he didn’t feel like he had to do this to himself, but there seemed no other way to get through Christmas Day and all its joy without succumbing to the guilt if he didn’t.  The only way he allowed himself that happiness was if he remembered those who had sacrificed themselves for him to be there in the first place.  He got to have a Christmas, because so many others no longer could.

  In the early years he had also visited his parents’ graves as well, but that had proven to be too much.  He needed the warm glow of the street lights, the chatter of passers-by, the rumble of traffic, otherwise, his thoughts drifted too far into the darkness.

  It was late now though, so most of the Muggles had headed home to prepare for the excitement of the morning.  Not that they paid much mind to the young man stood vigil at what they thought to be a water fountain.  

  If any wizards or witches had ever seen him over the years, they had mercifully let him be.

  Until now.

  “I understand if you want to be alone,” the voice said softly beside him.

  Harry didn’t react visibly.  Part of him wasn’t surprised, but a part of him jumped internally with several different emotions.  He was both surprised and not, scared and happy, resistant and welcoming.

  No one had ever acknowledged his little ritual, despite knowing full well about it. He smiled to himself though as he turned to his new companion.  Because if anyone was going to ignore Harry’s unspoken request, of course it was going to be Draco Malfoy.

  “Hi,” Draco said gently, a smile tugging at his lips.  “I hope you don’t mind, but, Hermione explained what you were doing – what you do every year apparently.”

  Harry sighed as the wind ruffled both their hair.  “And you thought you’d come and talk some sense to me?” he asked ruefully. He knew someone should, it had been a long time coming after all.

  But Draco shook his head.  “No,” he said, looking back up at the stone-carved baby Harry.  “I came to keep you company.”

  Snow was gathering on the Potters’ heads, and Harry shivered in his coat.  Draco huffed at this, and discreetly flicked his wand, enveloping them both in a warming charm.  

  Harry managed a smile.  “Thank you,” he said genuinely.  

  They stood a while in comfortable silence, looking up at the monument.  Harry had always firmly believed this was something he wanted to do by himself, that it was his burden to bear alone.  But he couldn’t help but admit that it was nice to have Draco with him now, as strange as that might seem.

  They weren’t the same two boys they were during the war.  Those boys had both been pushed by greater powers than they understood to play parts they couldn’t comprehend, and after the dust had settled, a surprising bond had crept between them.  They were both survivors, and all the petty reasons they had fought in the past had slowly melted away until Harry realised one day that he actually cared quite deeply for his former rival.  

  “Thank you,” he said again.

  Draco, ever the smart arse, gave him a fond little smirk.  “I’m just standing here, Potter,” he said, but the words were warm. “Not all that difficult.”

  “You know what I mean,” Harry said, rolling his eyes.  “Prat.”

  Draco nudged his shoulder with his own, and Harry found himself leaning in closer.  “Do you talk to them?” Draco asked in a voice so small it almost got lost in the snowflakes drifting to the ground.  

  Harry swallowed and inhaled slowly.  “Sometimes,” he said.  “There’s not really much new to say.”

  He felt the gloved hand slip into his own, and he stilled in shock and fear.  “Nonsense,” said Draco as if this was perfectly normal behaviour.  “I’m sure they’d love to know how brilliantly you’ve been doing at work.  Did you know that Mr and Mrs Potter?  He got another promotion.  He’s going to be Head Auror before you know it.”

  Harry laughed, it was small and incredulous, but there was a tiny amount of delight mixed in there too.  “I think that’s getting a little ahead isn’t it?” he said to Draco, who only glanced at him as he focused on the statues of his parents cradling the infant version himself.  

  “Nah,” said Draco grinning.  “You’re just being modest – he’s so modest Lily,” he said scornfully to Harry’s mum. “James – you’ll be thrilled to know he’s still beating me at Quidditch every chance he gets – his team trounced us at the inter-department tournament this year.”

  “You bet I did,” Harry did, squeezing Draco’s hand through their gloves, still not believing he was being allowed to do so.  More than that though, he couldn’t quite believe he was smiling, that the cold tears were drying on his cheeks.  “I love seeing that look on your face when I catch the snitch.”

  “I let you catch it,” said Draco.  “I love seeing the look on your face when you win.”

  They were staring at each now, and Harry wasn’t sure whether Draco was joking.  He didn’t really sound like he was.  “Oh,” he said nervously.  

  Draco seemed nervous too, but a little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.  “Don’t your parents know how lovable you are?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as his voice wavered ever so slightly.  “Do they know how the room lights up when you enter? Do they know how you go out of your way to make people feel good about themselves?  Do they know,” he said, turning and stepping just a little closer. “That there’s no one else in the whole world quite like you?”

  Harry swallowed as the snow swirled around them, settling in the tendrils of Draco’s fine, pale hair, making his silvery eyes sparkle.  “Draco…?” he said, not really knowing what question he was asking.

  Draco bit his lip, and tentatively reached out his free hand to take Harry’s other one. “Hermione said you always do this every year, and you want to be alone.  But I couldn’t stand the thought of you being lonely.  And I realised, I don’t ever want you to feel alone.  I wanted to tell you…to finally tell you…that…”

  He blinked several times, unable to hold Harry’s gaze, instead looking to the flecks of snow resting on their boots.  “Yes?” Harry breathed, heart in his mouth.  

  Draco took a deep breath, and looked back up.  “I wanted to tell you that I’m here.  I’m right here and I don’t want you to be alone, to be lonely.  I want you,” he faltered but clenched his jaw, refusing to give up.  “I want you to be with me.  If that’s what you want.”

  Despite the cold Harry felt like he’d just slipped into a warm bath.  “You want to be with me?” he said, knowing he was just repeating what Draco had said, but it was so wonderful he wanted to hear it again.

  “If you’re going to be sad,” Draco said, grey eyes shining.  “On Christmas Eve, or any time.  I want to be there with you.  I can’t make it go away necessarily, but I’d like to try and make it a little better.  I want to be there for the good and the bad.  I want you…all of you.”

  Harry couldn’t help it as his face split into a grin, his eyes closing as tears of a very different nature sprung from behind his lids, tracing clean lines down his face as he tried to find the words that could possibly do justice to how he was feeling.

  “Yes,” he rasped after far too long, opening his eyes.  “Yes Draco, I want that too.  I want your good and bad, I want all of you too.  You’ve got me, you’ve already got me.”

  Their embrace was more a hurried bundle of scarves and coats, but Harry pressed the side of his face to Draco’s cheek, cold from the wind, and held onto him as if he intended never to let him go, which in a way, he guessed was true.  “You’ve got me,” he mumbled into his neck.

  Slowly, Draco pulled back, just a little, enough to move his face around hesitantly, before leaning carefully in to press their trembling lips together in their first, blissful kiss.  It was chaste to start with, a sweet touching of mouths that held a million promises. But slowly, gently, they began to move, moulding together, tongues slipping out to find their partner, dancing together as Harry finally admitted that he had wanted this for an extremely long time.  

  Eventually they parted, their bodies still pressed against one another as they hugged each other tightly, foreheads resting together under the dim glow of the snowy night.  “You’ve got me,” Harry said in little more than a whisper.  “The good and bad.  You’ve got me.”

End

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Law that’s not how you train dogs at all??

IT CALLS FOR A DOG AU! Veera said like wow imagine this and then I was like hell yeah and ta-daa, I had to draw it. Law is the frustrated owner of this mutt Luffy, give him strength.