stays no matter what

anonymous asked:

Hi, if drabble challenge 34 "He creeped me out. I'm not going to lie." isn't picked, maybe some Stay-at-Home Stan, please.

34. “He creeped me out.  I’m not gonna lie.”

I haven’t written something with Marley in it for a while, so here’s just that!  Marley taking over when Ford fails at babysitting his twin nieces.  Marley’s got this; they’re a non-binary spider-person who loves Danny and Daisy to absolute bits.

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               Ford looked determinedly down at the book open in his lap.  He was trying desperately to avoid any eye contact with the other person in the living room.  It had been humiliating enough, caving in and calling the number Stan and Angie left, but the way Danny and Daisy reacted to Marley’s arrival had been even worse.

               I can’t believe it.  I’m completely hopeless, aren’t I?  I can’t even babysit my nieces for three hours.

               “Look, um, Ford, right?” Marley said finally.  Ford looked up.  Marley was avoiding eye contact with Ford, still staring intently at whatever they were crocheting.  “Don’t be embarrassed you had to call me.  I love the girls, but they’re, uh, they’re kinda a handful.  And Angie said you’ve never babysat before.  I’ve been watching Danny and Daisy since they were babies.  I know the cheat codes or whatever.”

               “I should have been able to handle at least an hour on my own,” Ford muttered.  Marley shrugged.

               “Like I said, the girls are pretty much chaos incarnate.  I, uh, I’m not surprised by it.  I mean, I’ve heard stories from Angie’s parents about what she was like as a kid.  And I’ve met Stan.”  Marley let out a small chuckle.  “Shoulda seen them at the engagement party.  It was pretty small, and no one they had to impress was invited, so they had it at a bar.  People went wild.  First time I’ve ever seen Angie get drunk.”

               “Fiddleford had a high alcohol tolerance as well,” Ford said.  Marley paused.

               “Wait, you know Fidds?”

               “He was my assistant in Gravity Falls.”

               “Gravity Falls, huh?  I’ve got a cousin that lives a couple hours away from Gravity Falls.  Darlene.”

               “I’ve never met her.”

               “No, you wouldn’t have,” Marley mumbled, resuming crocheting.  Ford frowned.  

               “What does that mean?”

               “Nothing.”  The door opened.  Ford and Marley both looked over.  Marley beamed.  “Hey, guys!”

               “Marley, it’s so good to see ya!” Angie gushed, making a beeline for her friend. Marley rolled their eyes.

               “I saw you, like, last week.”

               “I used to see you every day, though.”

               “Well, yeah, we were roommates,” Marley said.  “Did you and Stan have a good time?”

               “Oh, yes.  We never get to go out dancin’ like we used to,” Angie gushed.

               “Your outfit is really nice.  Yours too, Stan.”

               “Thanks, Marley,” Stan said, sliding off his jacket.  He winked at Ford.  “The girls were a bit much for ya, huh?”

               “I thought that I had seen them at their worst by now.  Clearly, I had not.”

               “Kids are always able to top their worst, Ford.  I assume they’re in bed?”

               “Yes.  Marley was remarkably efficient at supervising them.”

               “Marley and Lute are the girls’ godparents for a reason,” Stan said.  He took a seat on the couch and began to take off his shoes.  Marley and Angie’s conversation was now much quieter.  Ford had to strain his ears to hear it.

               That’s usually a sign it’s not something meant to be overheard, but…

               “Thanks fer steppin’ in.  Stanford’s got a tendency to bite off more ‘n he can chew,” Angie said softly to Marley. Marley waved a hand.

               “No problem.  I love the girls.  And your brother-in-law’s cute.”

               “Duh.  He’s Stan’s twin.”

               “There was one thing, though,” Marley said slowly.  “It’s, uh, not the nicest thing but…he creeped me out.  I’m not gonna lie.”  Angie sighed.

               “He’s a bit eccentric, fer sure.  Ford spent an awful long time on his own up in Gravity Falls.  I think he forgot some of his people skills.  And from what Stan’s told me, he didn’t really have any people skills to spare.”  Ford resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

               I lack people skills?  I’m not the one who’s gossiping about someone right in front of them!

               “Oh, shoot, it’s late,” Angie said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “We shouldn’t hold ya hostage any longer.”  She dug in her purse.  “How much do we owe ya?”

               “Nothing,” Marley said.  “I keep telling you guys, you don’t have to pay me for babysitting my goddaughters.”

               “Okay, but you also babysat Ford, so…” Stan interjected.  

               “Ford’s an adult.  He didn’t need any supervision,” Marley said.

               “Still,” Angie insisted.

               “Nope!  You can’t pay me, I’m already leaving,” Marley said, walking out the door.  Angie rolled her eyes.  “See you guys later!”

               “Bye, Marley,” Angie called after her friend.  Marley closed the door.  Angie sighed.  “So, Stanford, what did ya think of Marley?”

               “An interesting individual,” Ford said carefully.  Angie nodded.

               “Bet once the girls were put down, there was a lot of quiet, wasn’t there?”

               “Yes.”

               “Marley’s not the biggest talker ‘round unfamiliar folk.”

               “I was surprised that Marley knew where Gravity Falls was,” Ford remarked.

               “Oh, yeah, Marley’s got a cousin that lives in that area,” Stan said.  “What’s her name?  Darlene?”

               “Yep,” Angie said.

               “We’ve never met Darlene,” Stan said.  

               “Uh, you haven’t met Darlene, hon,” Angie corrected.  She shook her head.  “I ain’t lettin’ ya meet her, neither.  She’s a maneater, that one.”

               “What?  Angie, I wouldn’t cheat on you!” Stan protested.  Angie grimaced.  

               “I weren’t bein’ metaphorical.  I’ll go check on the girls, see how they’re doin’.”  Stan and Ford exchanged a confused look.

               “What the hell was she talkin’ about?” Stan muttered.  Ford shrugged.

               “Beats me.”

8

those cheeky shits

Let them judge you. Let them misunderstand you. Let them gossip about you. Their opinions aren’t your problems. You stay kind, committed to love and free in your authenticity. No matter what they do or say, don’t you doubt your worth or the beauty of your truth. Just keep shining like you always do.
—  Scott Stabile
  • White people: *exclude black people from everything for centuries*
  • Black people: okay then we'll just come up with our own exclusive spaces
  • White people: .... hey that's unfair!!!1!!2 :(((((( All lives matter!! Protect ALL girls!!! ALL girls rock!!! All people are oppressed!

friendly reminder that harry sleeps on his tummy and he likes to have his hair petted and his eyes sparkle when he’s happy and his two front teeth are abnormally larger than the rest but it’s adorable and when he giggles his dimple pops out and it’s like a crater in his cheek and he loves to blow kisses to his fans (his best friends) and tell us that he loves us and he likes to wave his own rainbow flags and trans flags to create safe spaces for all his fans and he tweets lyrics to songs from like 30-40 years ago and he loveloveloves stevie nicks and all the oldies and he keeps a journal where he writes poems and song lyrics right when they come to him and he kept a coat with a lipstick stain on it because he liked the ~aesthetic~ of it and he stays humble no matter what and he tries to raise awareness about things that other people normally wouldn’t and he loves to paint his nails and he grew his hair out just cause he felt like it and when he cut it he donated it to a foundation that helped little girls going through chemo therapy and i dare any of you to say he’s not the best person in the world

Physical flaws to add to any character

  • Dirty/chewed finger nails
  • Blemished skin
  • Chipped nail polish on fingers/toes
  • Chipped tooth/teeth
  • Errant curls/hairs that won’t stay down no matter what you do to them.
  • Unruly eyebrows
  • Sweats easily
  • Fidgets constantly/can never sit still
  • Blinks often
  • Grinds teeth
  • Gap in their teeth/Crooked teeth
  • Chapped lips
  • Dry skin
  • Skin is red/irritated
  • Acne on cheeks, forehead, chin
  • Dark under eye circles
  • Eyebrow scar
  • Uneven dimples
  • Hair birthmark
  • Long toes and/or short fingers
  • Patchy skin
  • Veiny hands/arms
  • Chin hairs
  • Large teeth/small teeth
  • Broken/crooked nose
  • Yellow teeth

Can we take a moment to appreciate how pure and deep Jimin and Taehyung’s friendship is. I have not seen such a beautiful and close bond between two people, they love each other so much and you can just tell by Taeyung’s words to him in 4 O’Clock, his tears in the recent Bon Voyage episode, and how Jimin always accepts and loves him no matter what, being the one to stay closest by his side when his grandma passed away as well. They’ve even called each other soulmates, that’s how strong their relationship is. They’re just too pure for this world and I hope nothing ever breaks them apart, and that they stay as close as they are forever. 

You. Its always been you. I love you. I will always love you. You’re my best friend, My first love, My everything. You were there for me when no one else was. You believed in me when no one else did. You stayed when everyone else walked away. You’re the reason why I’m happy. The reason why I smile every day. You make me feel loved. You helped me through my darkest days. You saw the good in me when no one else did. You made me fall in love with life again. You changed my life for the better.
And I am completely in love with you. And I pray to God, no matter what happens we’ll always stay in each other’s life. Because without you I wouldn’t be where I am today.
—  It’s You

okay but does anyone notice that bucky is putting himself in the line of fire, probably because he believes that his metal arm will be enough to shield the both of them (even though steve’s shield is much bigger)? in this moment he is back in the 1940s, and the bullets are just punches being thrown at him that are meant for his skinny, defenseless friend steve. and the moment steve gets up and shoves his shield in front of both of them, bucky immediately wraps an arm around his shoulder as if to say, “i’ve got this,” and hold him closer to make up for the seventy years he missed out on. in this moment, he isn’t the winter soldier, a ghost story, or even sergeant james barnes of the 107th. in this moment, this is james buchanan barnes, doing what he knows best and protecting his friend from the dangers of the world. they say people change, but some habits stay the same, no matter what they go through. 

Record Player - Peter Parker

request -  Hello! Congrats on the new bloooog. How about a Peter Parker x reader where the reader tries to teach him how to slow dance before homecoming and they end up kissing?

a/n - i’m an ib history nerd so i apologize for the 13 million references in here LMAO i always try to show peter’s dorky side in these fics and i’m sorry if it failed miserably but dont’ forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

Studying for a History quiz was such a bother, especially with the content being about some guys in suits fighting over which country got money and which one was left in the dust. Alas, I had to study in order to keep my self pride.

The New Look Policy was proposed by Dwight Eisenhower to reflect his concern towards the United States military during the Cold War.” I read from my textbook.

I groaned and started scribbling into my notebook once more, silently listening to the noise the city produced from the small crack of the open window. The apartment was quiet tonight considering my mom was on her fourth night shift of the week, allowing some peace for me to study by myself. That was interrupted once two loud knocks were bouncing off the door.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” I heard Peter yelp desperately from the outside. I rolled my eyes and got up from my seat, heading towards the door. With Peter being a close friend, and also having him live two floors below me, it caused for a lot of situations like this to turn up unexpectedly.

“Coming!” I chimed, unlocking the door and opening it just a tiny bit, peeking my head through. “What’s up?”

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