strike everything

anonymous asked:

Every time you post an interaction between you and Rob, I gain 5 years to my life


at every con, i go out of my way to try and distract his handler. she’s a really kind and laid-back person, but at cons she’s super focused and v serious so i like making her laugh

during the swain autos at nash i did everything i could to stare her down….which….NORMALLY works



i got the wrong person

Sign Splicers

When your sun unites with your moon, ascendant, and/or dominant element, you get a Sign Splicer. Here are the zodiac’s hybrid breeds…which one are you?

Fire + Fire: The Big Bang. You roar with passion, and your enthusiasm reverberates through the entire universe; it’s impossible to ignore your thundering presence (usually because you are very loud!). You have tremendous visions, and believe anything is possible if you want it bad enough. Never waiting or slowing down, you dream of an action-packed life full of glory and excitement that allows room for your showy self to shine. The amount of faith and hope you have makes you very childlike, and you are convinced that you are destined to be a hero. You rebel against reality of any kind, detest details, and can be quite self-involved.  

Earth + Earth: THE MEAT. You are in control of your senses, and the only thing real to you is your physical body. In fact, you draw your impressive strength from your rock solid core of stability. Nothing has the power to uproot you, as you are firmly fixed to reality. The material realm sustains you, impracticality confuses you, and chaos scares the crap out of you, because you don’t like being out of control. You are the base upon which all others stand, and your dependable, loyal nature makes weaker types rely on you. You can be overly skeptical of the things that supersede your senses, so it is important for you to be open to change.

Air + AirTHE THINKER. A fan favorite, you are civilized and cultured, and always have a bright comment or idea to add to a conversation. Independent in both action and word, you do as you like in order to reach total objectivity, but focusing solely on the intelligence causes you to lose touch with the reality of your humanity (emotions and body). Your observational skills always have you questioning and examining the various things that blow into your life, which makes communication a necessity. Friendly, open-minded, and completely cerebral, you shun any and everything that strikes you as illogical.

Water + Water: THE RAIN. The entire world washes over you, and sometimes drowns you, as you swim in the feelings and moods of everyone; this makes discernment extremely difficult. Highly sensitive with a tender heart and soul, you feel vulnerable 24/7. Instincts and imagination overpower your intellect, causing some irrationality, and this is worsened when you dwell on your emotions. You are a sentimentalist, and have a deep connection to your past, and nostalgia often consumes you. Because you frequently underestimate your own strength, you long for deep relationships that provide you with the stability and safe closeness you crave. 

Fire + Earth: The Bull-Dozer. The epitome of spirit and sense, you’ve got drive and determination to push through life as strongly and as quickly as possible. Your feet are glued to the ground as you strive to bring your wildest dreams to fruition; you see and seize the future with certitude. A commanding ego compels you to take charge, and you never shy away from authority, because you are all muscle, with the stamina to see things through the long haul. You need both freedom and stability, and can be massively creative. You are passionate and powerful, but this can make you a stubborn brute.

Fire + Air: The Rave. A discotheque personality with confidence, wonder and bright ideas help you communicate with ease and enthusiasm, you are charismatic and expressive. Dancing through life, you refuse to limit your potential, and you are always in pursuit of the newest and coolest things to help you grow. You’re always going at the speed of light in search of wide horizons, and you absolutely hate to be bored. Social interactions of all kinds ignite your idealism and imagination, and you always aim to be the center of attention. You need large amounts of freedom and space in your life, and you may be emotionally immature and somewhat superficial. 

Fire + Water: The Fusion. The ultimate blending of male and female, you are aggressive and sensitive, with fluctuating moods and temper flares. Wistful, imaginative, and spirited, you long for independence and flee from any form of containment, yet you yearn for emotional attachment. With an exposed heart, you radiate warmth, and flourish in strong relationships because they allow you to pour out your romanticism without abandon. You are emotionally intense and passionate. Self-control and objectivity are foreign to you, as you prefer to filter things through you directly, without rationality getting in the way. 

Air + Earth: THE MAMMAL. With your head in the clouds and your feet on the ground, you grip reality firmly, and organize and build your abstract ideas into something useful. You are a rational, practical person with a scientific mind that is chock full of innovation, and you desire to improve life on earth. You are a master of the soil, efficient and steady, with enough objectivity and forethought to bring your ideals into fruition. Intellectual, social and supportive, always in tune with your senses, you tend to ignore the mysterious realm of the emotions.  

Air + WaterTHE VAPOR.  Intellect and imagery, you communicate through your creativity, but your rich imagination floats in the sky, as you find bringing your ideas to form to be too strenuous. Both romantic and scientific, your heart and your mind take turns in decision making, and you get inspired by close connections with friends, but feel both a desire for intimacy, and a need for change. You can be incredibly insightful and deeply philosophical, but your detachment is tinted with your subjective view, which makes you a little biased. You yearn for more, and adapt to fit into the world, sometimes intellectualizing your feelings.

Earth + WaterTHE FERTILITY. Your lush imagination lends itself to your creative capabilities to produce lovely fruit. Your emotions and reality-awareness make you a wise and centered problem-solver, and thus, very resourceful. A domestic classicist who is very concerned with creating a nurturing net of safety and security, you make home life a priority. You are caring and quiet, highly romantic and artistic, and apply your sensitivity with determination. But you may be possessive of loved ones, and lack the objectivity that allows you to grow fully.


YOU ALL! YOU ALL are to blame with your drawings and talking about Momo dancing, singing, listening to some songs, etc… XDD And then BAM. Lady Gaga’s Telephone hit me like a freight train. She holds a sandwich in the video, so… XD This ist trash over 9000, but here you have it, this was so fun, hahaha. Pls don’t take this serious. *grins*

Soooo. Imagine Momo getting angry over He Tian, starts shouting at his picture, ends up singing and accidentally presses “call” (Honestly, boy, what did you smoke to not realize that you’re the one telephoning him). He Tian’s like “WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCKING. FUCK.” But listening in sheer awe, until Guanshan runs out of breath from all the rampage and… BONER ALERT. (I know, I know, I officially went nuts XD)

Guanshan’s Mom saves the day and He Tian can’t stay mad.

As Quiet As Thunder: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: Can I requests kol x reader fluff were the reader is staying at the mikaelson compound but she is scared of thunder storms and there’s a big one that night so she tries to sneak into kol’s room to cuddle with him but he hears her but comforts her. Basically just fluff. 💘

Okay, so this is just really fluffy and I’m sorry it’s taken so long because it’s so short but I hope you like it. Enjoy x


The sound of the rain lashing against the window, the darkness of the clouds, the lightning striking and burning everything it hit. You hated it all. 

But above all, you hated the noise. The rumble, the way it vibrated through you, leaving nothing but fear in its wake. 

Living with the Mikaelsons, you would have thought that nothing would scare you anymore. But, if tonight was anything to go by, you were wrong.

It didn’t take the abilities of a vampire to hear your heart hammering in your chest. The sound outside terrified you, more than anything you had ever faced, and it didn’t take long before realising that cuddling into a blanket wasn’t going to help. 

Getting out of bed, you walked barefoot along the corridor, trying to avoid the creaks in the floor board. One, it would just add to the whole horror film atmosphere of the evening, and two, you didn’t want to wake anyone. The Mikaelsons had enough on their plate at the moment, what with Klaus’ sire line being broken, and your fear would just add to it. 

Eventually, you reached your destination. Opening the door, you saw the youngest Mikaelson brother asleep in his bed, his chest rising and falling, his head almost buried beneath the quilt. Tiptoeing into Kol’s room, you considered how exactly you were going to get into his bed to cuddle him without waking him. 

The vampire would be your comfort for the evening, you had decided. He was warm, handsome, and always knew how to cheer you up. Ever since you had started living with the Original family, you two had formed some kind of connection, but you weren’t exactly sure where it was going. 

Not yet, anyway. 

The floorboard creaked, and you mentally cursed. 

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Kol’s voice drifted from his place on the bed, sleep still evident in his brown eyes. 

Your answer was drowned out by the next clap of thunder, and Kol saw you flinch. 

“Wait, are you scared of the storm?”

You nodded, breathing heavily in an attempt to calm yourself down after seeing lightning strike out the window. 

“Come on then.”

Kol threw back the duvet, revealing his bare chest, and inviting you in. Happily, you climbed in, snuggling into his chest, already feeling better.

“Sorry I woke you up.”

Kol chuckled, placing a light kiss on your hair.

“It’s okay. As long as you’re okay, I don’t care.”

Smiling, you heard your heart beating in your chest once again, but this time it wasn’t from fear. 

Kol seemed to hear it too. 

“That scared, huh?”

He placed an arm around your waist, his grip on you tightening at every clap of thunder.

You took his hand, earning a surprised look from him, which was soon followed by a smile. 



“As we’re both awake…” you trailed off, not quite sure if what followed was the right thing to say. 

“As we’re both awake, maybe we should discuss where things are going with us.”

“What do you mean, Y/N?”

You shifted to face him, your lips inches apart from each other. 

“I mean, what are we?”

“What do you want us to be?”

His eyes flitted to your lips, and you knew the answer. 

“I’d quite like us to be together. If that’s what you want.”

Kol’s hand moved to cup your cheek, smiling at you as he pretended to consider your proposition. 

“I’d very much like that.”

He kissed you gently, your lips molding together like a jigsaw. A perfect match. 

The storm was drowned out by your heart hammering once more as Kol continued to kiss you, stopping every so often to smile at you. 

Eventually, sleep hit the both of you and you cuddled into him, no longer scared of the weather outside.

When Elijah came to wake his brother the next morning, he wasn’t at all surprised to find you wrapped up in his arms, both of you sleeping soundly. 

He had, of course, heard everything. 

“As quiet as thunder, you two.”

And he shut the door, leaving you two to rest, a smile on his face. 



Sam teasing Cait in the q&a video

anonymous asked:

i know we all already talked about harry's album artwork but i wanna talk about it more.... pink is so representative bc alludes to not only what is supposedly a feminine/"gay" colour, but also those who were marked with the pink triangle. it also represents softness and fragility. also i think it's so powerful that his back is to the camera bc not only is it not about his looks, which it has been for so long, but also vulnerability. back turned implies trust, but leaves one vulnerable to harm.

I LOVE Harry’s album art almost as much as I love his refusal to explain what it means to him. It’s beautiful and vulnerable and artistic and soft and striking and everything he is and I love it a LOT.

I need you to break my heart.
I’m holding my arms out wide–take me on, tell me everything you think you’re too nice to say.
I’m so tired of this back and forth, the constant threat of maybe, the alluring doubt in cast-off glances.
I can either die slowly, by a thousand tiny cuts, as you slip further and further away.
Or I can get a clean break, sharp and absolute, like the crack of a rifle in the Texas blue.
Loving you feels like drowning, but I’d rather go with the firing squad. Hot bullets and a burst of pain, then silence.

The only way I’m going to be able to put myself back together is if I fall apart completely.
And right now–my heart is hanging on by a thread. You’re pulling me in and casting me out again, weaving yourself into a million memories, scenes on a tapestry of us.
And I’m so done with slow burning, and the way you make me feel like you’ve cut off my air.
I’m so tired of hoping and waiting and then swallowing down the nausea of despair.
If I’m going to fail, if I’m going to burn out, let it be glorious. Let this be bright, an explosion in the sky.
Let my heart break with a shockwave that flattens everyone else for miles.
Let my pain be sharp and stinging and rending and absolute.
Please, I’m begging you.
Tell me it’s all a lie. Tell me you never cared and you always wanted someone else and I’m wrong about everything.
Strike right here, where it hurts the most.
Please, Love, let me go.
Break my heart.

—  “Break My Heart”
Testing Patience (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Character: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mild swearing


Request: hi :) i like the fluffies one- can it be a very calm reader who life with the avengers in the tower and one day she is mad at something and all the avengers are there and think she is very cute when she is angry and hug her and joke on her, and she gets more angy because they think she is cute.. funny and fluffie please :) thanks in advance

Originally posted by abduloki

Originally posted by starkstony

You were used to working under intense circumstances and being able to keep your cool was your speciality. It was needed when working with all the Avengers. Those idiots could barely spend an hour in a room together before a fight broke out which either ended with someone getting hurt, or you getting in the middle of it and almost getting hurt yourself. You’re certain if you weren’t there they would have killed each other by now.

None of them had seen you get angry, ever. You were always relaxed and calm, and they questioned if you were smoking something sometimes by how calm you are. They always joked it was because you’re secretly Canadian.

But today your seemingly endless patience was wearing thin and they were testing it.

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yutendont  asked:

Maybe Ryuga for the pixel scribbles? :D

How did Kenta stay so close to this terror for so long and never get hit by lightning

Or end up otherwise dead, for that matter


I spent at least ten minutes debating whether or not to get the Plague Doctor skin when I hit 1k coins, just because it matches my Commando 76 skin. I am a sad, silly shipper.

(jack knows you and your love of aesthetic too well, gabe)

blubberrobnob  asked:

Hi. I'm trying to find stories where Stiles goes looking for Derek after Derek leaves Beacon Hills in season 4. Hope you can help me and thank you so much for this great blog. xxx

Here you go @blubberrobnob! - Anastasia

Originally posted by fandomfairy2000

You Can Stop Running Now by Finduilas

(1/1 I 1,465 I General)

Derek leaves Beacon Hills with Cora, but Stiles comes for him.

Hide and Go Seek by layalee

(2/? I 4,101 I Teen)

Stiles seeks out help from several people to try and find Derek Hale. It might not go as well as he hopes. Warring with his emotions and grief, Stiles finds obstacles everywhere he turns. But he won’t let that stop him.

Reflections still look the same to me, as before I went under. by KeepGoing

(2/2 I 8,723 I Explicit)

When tragedy strikes, Derek’s gives up everything to fix it. But not everyone is as happy as he is with the end result. So he runs, never looking back. But Derek must learn, he never has been able to run from his past.

“You really should lock your door there, Derek. Anyone could just walk right in.” Stiles tells him smiling.

You’ll Grow Into Your Skin by crossroadswrite

(1/1 I 11,847 I teen)

“So funny story,” Stiles winces, “Remember when I joked you couldn’t get me pregnant?”

Derek nods his head. He remembers pretty much everything from that day.

“Right,” Stiles bobs his head, stops himself and does a little ta-da gesture towards Jacy, “Surprise?”

Til We Ain’t Strangers Anymore by WriteByNight

(7/7 I 35,994 I Explicit)

Stiles should’ve expected Derek to suddenly disappear since the werewolf was in the habit of taking off without notice. However, Derek always showed up when they needed him.

As the weeks pass by, Stiles is no longer confused and a little hurt. What started as heartache begins to get worse the longer Stiles goes without seeing Derek. Eventually, his body begins to shut down and his only hope seems to be Derek…but nobody can find him.

There’s no cure for a broken heart. Except, maybe, the cause for the broken heart himself.

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Or the one where Derek takes off without warning and Stiles finds out he could be Derek’s mate and the distance between Derek and Stiles, along with Derek’s refusal to develop the bond, is slowly killing Stiles. Without Derek, Stiles will die, but no one knows where he is or how to contact him. And Stiles is barely keeping it together.

The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific

(2/2 I 82,866 I Explicit)

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

Fridge Awesome

So, I was thinking about the Teen Titans cartoon today, and came to a realization: each Titan has their own unique fighting style, and it’s pretty consistent throughout the series.

Beast Boy’s is obvious: liberal shapeshifting, followed by usage of his current form’s primary offensive tactic, with a noted preference for large mammals.

Robin’s is also obvious, as he fights exactly the way you’d expect from an acrobat-turned-martial artist, that is, quick strikes, high kicks, and evasions that take full advantage of his agility and flexibility.

Still fairly obvious is Starfire’s, who is an artillerist, so she likes to hang back and shoot starbolts from a distance. However, should she end up in melee, she’s not totally helpless: being a princess from a warrior culture wherein rulers may be subjected to trial by combat, she couldn’t not have some technical skills, and indeed, if an opponent gets close to her, she tends to judo throw them before retreating to continue fire. Kicking is rare, but not unheard of from her, as both the first chronological and first broadcast episodes demonstrate. Most of the time when she actually strikes an opponent, she uses her fists after charging through the air.

Getting less obvious now is Cyborg’s style. You see, he too is (primarily) an artillerist. Unlike Starfire, however, he never received any formal combat training, so when he gets into melee, he grapples, throws wild haymakers, and never kicks. The few times we see him use his feet in combat, he is on his back, pinned by his opponent, making his usage of them throws rather than strikes. In other words, everything he learned about fighting, he learned from getting into brawls.

The one that surprised me was Raven. I’d expected her to be an artillerist as well, but no. Most of the time when she uses her magic in combat, she’s either picking up a big, heavy object with which to hit people, or shielding herself. Even more surprisingly, when she does fight hand-to-hand, she does so with technical skill, indicating formal training of some sort. Unlike Robin and Starfire, however, her style is open-fisted; also, it employs kicks less often than Robin’s, more often than Starfire’s. Basically, Raven fights like a magical Spartan who encountered Eastern martial arts and thought, “You know, I could use this,” and then proceeded to do so.

TL;DR If the Titans were completely depowered and the average person met them in a dark alley, Beast Boy could be tossed into the dumpster with ease, Cyborg would give as good as he got, Starfire would flip her opponent on their back and take the opportunity to skedaddle, and Robin and Raven would Fuck Their Shit Up.

Can I just say?

I absolutely love how the prequels, Clone Wars, and now Rebels too has just been building on Empire’s point that Yoda and Obi-Wan, the archetypal wise old mentor figures, are not in fact perfect paragons of wisdom and rightness but instead deeply flawed and desperate men trying their best to put a broken galaxy back together.

I mean think about it.  Empire Strikes Back changed everything.  Vader was Luke’s father.  The good guys lied.  Not just out of unwillingness to explain some very personal and nasty history but in a deliberate attempt to manipulate Luke into doing what they thought was necessary to save the galaxy–killing Vader.

They kept it from him because if he knew, he wouldn’t be able to do it.  (”I can’t kill my own father.”  “…Then the Emperor has already won.  You were our only hope.”)  And they misled him so that he’d have the motivation to seek that self-same goal.

Pretty much all of Return of the Jedi as well as the end of Revenge of the Sith has made it abundantly clear that Obi-Wan and Yoda conspired to have Luke take out his own father.  And Rebels is making it clear they also conspired to hide this plan, and hide Luke’s very existence, from the wider rebellion.  Heck, Obi-Wan keeps as low a profile himself as he possibly can, only the Organas and Mon Mothma (and now possibly the Ghost crew?) knowing he’s still alive.

So yeah, Obi-Wan lies to Ezra about why he can’t come join the wider rebellion and makes it out like Maul was manipulating him and his interpretation of the holocron’s answer the whole time.  Which, as I said in my liveblog of the episode is not exactly wrong… just… not the whole truth.

Which is just SO like Mister Obi-Wan “From a certain point of view” Kenobi it is almost physically painful ow my heart.

Obi-Wan steers Ezra away from the truth, away from the real answers, sends him back to “his place” in the plan he and Yoda are weaving, and the conspiracy is preserved for a little while longer.

Geezer!Obi was played so very similarly to how they did Yoda last season: tired, worn-out, worn-down, and just so very sad.  These two watched the galaxy fall apart around them and have a lifetime of regrets.  But they’re still clinging to some of the very things that led to the Jedi’s downfall–bending the truth when it suits them, being all “the ends justify the means”, keeping secrets from people they really should confide in and be honest with–because it’s all they know now and they’re driven to desperation.  The war changed and corrupted the Jedi, made them into schemers and manipulators, not too unlike the Sith they abhorred, something that contributed greatly to Anakin’s downfall.  Anakin, who also was deceived and manipulated for years by a Wise Old Mentor figure who had very specific Plans for him.

Which just makes it so much more poignant when Luke defies the narrative set before him, the path he’s been set on by others all his life, and decides he’s not going to kill his father, he’s going to save him.

Luke chooses mercy instead of revenge, peace instead of violence, reconciliation instead of brokenness, and in doing so restores everything that was once good about the old Jedi Order and exemplifies what it truly means to follow the Light Side.  He finds a new way, a way that Obi-Wan and Yoda in all their wisdom could not see.

And that is what makes Star Wars such a compelling story.  The characters are archetypal, yes, but also so much more than that.  They are real people, making real mistakes and real messes, that still have the capacity for extraordinary heroism.

New canon and Rebels’ latest episode in particular has just made me appreciate Luke Skywalker and his compassion and his love for his father so much more.

Exactly as it is supposed to. <3

Welcome Present | Namjoon, You

Photo Cred: adelio

Scenario based off this prompt by @otpprompts

Sometimes love matters more than comfort

Namjoon lugged his last box into his new apartment, sighing as he finally put it on the counter. Looking around his living room, he slapped his hands together, wiping off the dust.

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Bad Girl Ch 6: Playing Gangster

“I’m done with this Yongguk oppa, we set the price and the date together, there is no reason the shipment shouldn’t be here yet,” I remind the elder.

He chuckles nervously and runs his hand through his hair, “Jooyoung-ah don’t be so cruel with your oppas, you know we would never wrong you in anyway. There was just an issue with the ships, just give us one more day and we will have it for you.”

I nod, “I have no issue with waiting, my issue is handing over the money. I don’t pay until I have what I want.”

“You don’t trust me?” He snaps.

Jiho takes a step forward but I hold my hand out to stop him. I cross my arms over my chest and scan the faces of the five men in front me, noting that their youngest member is missing. “I don’t trust anyone that isn’t part of my gang. This matter isn’t up for debate Oppa, I’ll give you your money when I receive my product like we have done a dozen times before, don’t make this difficult. Why are you in such dire need of this money?” My group behind me seems to come closer, preparing for some kind of out break.

Yongguk groans and combs his fingers through his hair again, “These little bastards, some new gang that is trying to get a hold of our territory, took Zelo. They sent us notes about a ransomed either 100,000 dollars for his head or our territory.”

“I know you guys have that much, what is the problem?”

“We are short 10,000 due to some issues but we need that money to get him back tonight, so please Jooyoung-ah, do this for us this once,” I surprised when the prideful man drops to his knees and bows his head.

“This is not our problem,” Jiho warns me but I ignore him and look behind me, past him, to Hanbin who is watching intensely.

“Hanbin oppa, go find the kid,” I command.

“Jooyoung,” Jiho snaps.

“I’m not paying the ransom for them, just go bust in and get the kid. This new gang could cause some problems for us if they are already starting trouble with people as powerful as BAP. Plus I’m not just doing it out of the kindness of my heart, we will be receiving a very good deal when the next few shipments come in, right Yongguk oppa?” I smile bitter-sweetly at the older man.

He nods eagerly, revealing his gummy smile, “Thank you so much white dragon.” The other five quickly drop to their knees along side him and bow so their foreheads rest on the dirty ground of the warehouse we are occupying.

I click my tongue and nudge them with my heel, “None of that, I will see you tomorrow for the shipment, all of you, so rest easy night. But just a little reminder, if something like this ever happens again while my beloved back dragon is here this won’t end so nicely, got it?” Turning on my heel I face the eight men that usually accompany me on my business adventures. They follow me, well Jiho is actually leading, to the SUV that is waiting out side the warehouse. Jiho opens the back door for me to slide in the middle while the others go around to climb in the back or sit on my other side. Bobby is on my left while Junhoe is on my right, Hanbin takes the front, which means the other three were forced in the back. The minute Jiho gets into the drivers seat we lock eyes in the review mirror.

“You have to stop being so nice,” He scolds me.

“I wasn’t that nice, I gave him a pretty good threat at the end, right Junhoe-ya?” I elbow the younger.

He nods quickly, “Of course, you were terrifying; had me shaking in my boots.”

“Don’t feed into her delusion,” Hanbin glares at the poor boy.

“You’re just mad that you can’t go out tonight now,” I lean forward and poke Hanbin’s cheek teasingly. He tries to bite my finger, earning a flick on the forehead from Jiho.

“I know she’s being a little mouthy but you bite her, I’ll beat you,” Jiho threatens.

“Calm down guard dog,” I pat him on his head, “How about some lunch? I’m starving.”

“We actually have to go get ready for tonight,” Bobby reminds us, “So if you could drop us off near head quarters that would be great.”

Jiho nods, “Sure thing, pretty bird you actually have plans so you wouldn’t have been able to anyway.”

I lean forward and rest my elbows on the center console, “Oh really, with whom?”

He flicks my forehead while the others pull me back and secure my seat belt, “The boss man of course.”

The drive to head quarters in aggressively playful, Hanbin tries not to smile as I tease his men and harass Bobby to the extreme. By the time we get there Hanbin, Chanwoo and Jinhwan are dying of laughter while the others about fling themselves out of the still moving car to get away from me. The minute the car stops Bobby and Junhoe basically fall out of the car but quickly try to recover by brushing the dirt off their suits. The others quickly follow, bowing before heading into the tall building. I climb into the front seat, ignoring Jiho’s whining about how I should have got out and walked around.

I straighten my clothes and flash him a smile, “So where is my beloved?”

“At home, he said he was going to cook you lunch,” Jiho answers as he rolls his eyes and pulls back into traffic. I stare absentmindedly out the window when he starts humming my favorite song.

“What song is that?” I ask.

“I don’t know, I heard it a long time ago and I just kind of stuck. Why, does it sound familiar or something?”

I shake my head, “You just hum it all the time and I really love it. I find it comforting.”

He chuckles, “Really?”

“Yep, because it makes me think of you and you always make me feel safe. I know I don’t tell you this enough Jiho oppa but I love you, like a brother of course but I want you to know that I love and appreciate everything you do for me.” I lean across the console to peck his cheek.

“Where is all of this coming from?”

“Zelo’s situation made me think about when I was kidnapped and how you saved me.”

Again he chuckles, but this time there is an edge to it, “I let you get kidnapped.”

“No, you protected me. Because of you, I made it out of there alive and I’m eternally grateful.”

He is silent for a minute and stares back at me until the light turns green, “Stop with all of this emotional stuff, you’re hurting my heart.”

“Come on Oppa, say it back,” I pout playfully as I take his hand, “You are the best big brother a girl could ask for, I love you.”

“Stop confessing to me,” He pulls his hand away and flicks me, “I would prefer to not loose my job.”

I sigh and accept defeat, already knowing his brotherly love for me. He pulls into the underground parking lot and parks the car in its spot before hopping out of the car. I walk around the car, distracted by my nails, I don’t see Jiho stopping in front of me. He turns around and pulls me into a tight hug, I find myself thinking back to when we first met on the street and smile, look how far we’ve come.

“I love you little sister,” He mumbles softly and kisses the top of my head. He releases me and leads me to the elevator like usual. We don’t talk the whole ride up but it’s a comfortable silence that makes a smile form on my face. He drops me off at my floor first before going down to his own. I step off the elevator and am automatically welcomed by our two guard dogs.

“Hello Leo, hello Ken,” I coo at the two dogs happily.

“How come the pets get greeted before me?” Jiyong whines as he comes out of the kitchen to give me a hug.

“Because they came to the door first, you have to be quick.” I sniff the air and pout, “You haven’t started lunch yet?”

He shakes his head, “Someone else called and left a very lovely voice message about how she needs to see you to apologize about what happened a few days ago.”

“You should just ignore her,” I whine, I really want to spend time with him today, as much as love Haneul I miss Jiyong.

“Too late, I already told her I was bring you over after you got back, speaking of which can I get a full view of this beautiful outfit,” He gives me a big smile as he steps back to check me out. I can’t hold in my laugh as he full on checks me out, going around in circles and everything. I strike a few poses for him, I’m wearing a fitting pin stripped suit, something Jiyong had costumed made for me. “You look like a real gangster,” He pecks my lips.

“Well I have to look the part if I’m playing gangster for the day.”

“Do you want to change before you go?” He wonders.

I groan, “Oppa, I don’t want to go, I want to take off my pants and lay in bed with you for the rest of the day.”

“Well after lunch we still have the rest of the day so don’t worry.”

“No, I want to have lunch with you.”

He chuckles, “You are so stubborn.”

I scoff, “Look who is talking, why are you trying so hard to get rid of me? Huh?”

“I just want you to enjoy your last bits of freedom.”

“Last bits of freedom?”

He nods, “Because in one month, we will be standing on the beach on some random tropical island with at most ten people saying our vows. After that we will not be leaving our villa for a whole month,” He nibbles on my neck playfully. “And then after that we will be traveling the world together for awhile, who knows when we will be back! Could be forever! I might just try to keep you all to myself for the rest of time.”

“Are you sure you want me to go?”

“I want you to have fun with your friends, you will see me tonight, and the next night and for the rest of time, you will be stuck with me. So as I said, enjoy your freedom while you can.”

A massive smile spreads across my face, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” We kiss lightly, I get ready to deepen the kiss when he pulls away and begins pulling me down the hall eagerly. “I almost forgot! I have a present for you!” I follow him without much choice, giggling at his childish happiness. He stops outside of our office doors, my old bedroom doors, and places his hands on the handle, ready for an exciting revel. “Okay, so I know that you were really upset about how you had to stop talking to Jihyo because you decided to step into my life so I wanted to give you a little something to remember her by.”

With that he throws the door open, I step inside and automatically get ready to bust into tears. Hanging above my desk is mine and Jihyo’s mug shots from years ago. Jiyong is behind me, his arms wrap around my waist, and his chin rests on my shoulder.

“Do you like it?” He hums.

I turn around in his embrace and return his hug, “Thank you so much,” I cry into his button up. Jiyong and I had talked about how I wanted to handle stuff with my family and friends when I first moved in. He recommended writing them letters and telling them I running away so that they wouldn’t get pulled into the drama and at first I was against it. But after really thinking it through I realized how right he was and agreed. It was one of the hardest moment in my life explaining to Jihyo in that letter about how much I’ll miss her and that she shouldn’t look for me.

“Please no crying, you’re breaking my heart love.”

I sniffle and wipe away my tears, “I’m sorry but Jihyo has the same set up above her bed at home it just made me miss her a bit.”

He kisses the top of my head, “One day you will be able to talk to her again, I promise, when things aren’t so crazy in our world we can go back to visit the real world.”

“Thank you.”

“You guys are annoyingly cute, you know that?” Haneul gages once again after she closes the front door and leads me into her house. We leave the entry way and head into the kitchen where she is cooking a delicious smelling lunch.

“I’m sorry that we don’t enjoy the same pet names as you and your princess,” I tease as I kick off my shoes and leap on to the counter.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I’m the king in our relationship,” She playfully snaps with a spatula pointed at me.

“Speaking of which I’m still waiting on your love story.”

“And I’m waiting on yours,” She eyes me, “that is another story for another time when we both feel comfortable sharing how we got to where we are.”

I nod, “Where is your Princess anyway?”

She sighs, “With his depressing cousins, he has been trying so hard to get them to leave that god damn house. He barely got them out the night of the party but the moment he mentioned that Jiyong would be there five of them seemed all for it. The other seven have sticks up their asses. I’m so sorry about what happened a couple of days ago, if it makes you feel any better Taemin got a beating when we got home.”

“What you guys do in the bedroom is none of my business,” I click my tongues at her.

“Get your mind out of the gutter and make yourself useful, can you make three settings on the dining room table?” She swats at me with a rag.

“Three?” I hop off the counter and wander over to where the dishes are.

“Tae should be back and if not we can eat his portion,” She gives me an evil grin as she stirs the beef soup, one of Taemin’s favorite foods. I shake my head and head into the dining room with all the needed dishes, even grabbing some of the sides that she already dished up. As I’m setting up the long dining table I hear the front door open and almost rush to greet, or actually tease, Taemin when I hear other voices.

Oh no.

“Jagiya, I brought my cousins over for lunch, I hope that’s okay!” Taemin yells as he walks closer. I panic and quickly scramble under the table. This can’t be happening again.

“Princess!” Haneul snarls, “I told you Jooyoung was coming over, I doubt she wants to see them after what she saw at the party.”

“Aw, did we scare your friend that night?” Baekhyun muses.

“We don’t want to frighten her, in fact we want to apologize,” Chanyeol plays along, what the hell are they up to though?

“They were really eager to come when I mentioned her being here so I thought maybe they could be friends?” Tae suggests innocently, hoping he’ll be able to avoid whatever punishment Haneul is already thinking of.

Hanuel scoffs, “Jiyong would rather get skinned alive than let these guys near her. I’m going to take her upstairs, you guys can have the dinning room.” I hear her shuffling around, her slippers come into view when she comes into the dining room and just as I’m about to climb out of my hiding spot six pairs of boots quickly follow her. “Jooyoung-ah? Where did you go?” She calls for me but I can’t get myself to respond.

“Jooyoung-ah, oh Jooyoung-ah,” Baekhyun sing songs.

“I want to see this pretty little thing I’ve heard so much about,” Tao hums behind him, not sounding as playful as Baekhyun, he almost sounds desperate.

“Come on out,” Chanyeol joins in, he even whistles making me glare at his boots.

“She isn’t a fucking dog,” Haneul spits.

“Little one,” A sweet voice calls and my heart drops. “Come here little one.”

I should have stayed home.

Consider: Autistic Albert DaSilva

Thank you to @kevinandwhizzer for letting me use their notes! Please check out their blog it has amazing art and lots of Albert love

These are just the little things Albert does that lead me to head canon him as being on the spectrum

  • Albert doesn’t really understand social cues
    • Taking Race’s cigar out of his mouth
    • He looks kind of confused when the other Newsies react negatively to “If you can find her”
    • “I’m just reporting the news.”
  • He seems to struggle with emotions
    • His facial expressions are a little slower than the other Newsies, like he’s either observing and acting to fit in or he’s processing the emotion a little later than everyone else
  • Touch
    • Lots of unnecessary touching throughout the show (Mainly hits on the shoulder/chest or shaking someone’s shoulder)
    • He’s also pretty tactile with Romeo in the beginning of The World Will Know
    • and he holds hands with Crutchie after Morris shoves him
    • How uncomfortable he looks when Race suddenly grabs him in King of New York 
  • He seems confused and tired a lot (No I’m not saying all Autistic people are always confused/tired)
    • There’s always a lot going on, especially during the strike where everything is changing. Which could be really confusing and distressing
    • Plus the Newsies are really loud, which probably gets overstimulating (idk about you but I get so tired after being overstimulated)
    • Still doesn’t understand what Race means by “The worlds yer erster” even when it’s cleared up that he meant to say “oyster”
  • Hyperactive or “fidgety”
    • Really fidgety and looks kind of uncomfortable while waiting in line. He’s looking around a lot, trying to occupy his hands by adjusting his clothes, and just shifting his weight and moving his body
    • Constantly adjusting his stance in the scene before The World Will Know (Putting his leg up and down, adjusting his bag, holding on to/letting go of the newscart railing)
    • All of the different positions he sits in when we first see Jacobi’s, he plays with his hands for a bit
    • The mouth thing he does before King of New York, along with playing with the stick and his clothes 
  • Thanks the waiter at Jacobi’s for giving him water even though he picked fun at him 
    • Lots of Autistic folk have trouble understanding when they’re being made fun of. Albert just knows he’s supposed to say thank you when he’s given something
  • kevinandwhizzer mentions in their post how they feel like Albert is the type to notice mundane things and that deserves an honorable mention

ostrich-on-a-rampage  asked:

Hey, you know your Jesse/Crutchie conspiracy headcanons? Do you have any about if Jack were to discover his true identity? Like, how that came about and stuff like that?

Of course I do!

•It happens one day when the boys are all hanging out in the playlist after a nice easy selling day as the headline was just gold.

•Crutchie is laughing with Jack in the corner about something when there’s a knock on the door. The pair ignore it and Romeo runs off to answer it.

•"Hello, Is a Jesse Tuck here?“ Crutchie’s heart stop when he hears the voice, not because of the words but because he knows that voice.

•He grabs his crutch and limps up to the door, only showing half his body to try and conceal his gimp leg. "Miles? What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

•Before he can answer Les runs up and says “Jesse Tuck and Miles Tuck? As in your stories Crutchie?”

•"Crutchie.“ Miles scoffs until his comes in and sees his brother’s leg twisted around and the Crutch he’s balancing on.

•He’s instantly asking loads of questions, how did it happen, is he okay, will he get be-

•Jack cuts him off by asking Crutchie who the hell this guy even is

•Hesitantly Crutchie replies with ‘my brother’ and it’s just like a collective gasp.

•"So you ARE Jesse Tuck?”

•Crutchie agrees before asking how Miles found him and why.

•Miles tells him he’s obviously noticed we’re ageing and not healing and now their mother wants them to be home with her. He also says he had to ask about twenty people until some guy in Brooklyn told him where he could find a guy of his description.

•Jack asks what’s going to happen now and they both look at Crutchie and Crutchie’s heart breaks cause he doesn’t know how he can pick between his two brothers, he really doesn’t. He starts to tear up and Jack quickly hugs him, soothing him and trying to relax him. Miles stand there slightly uncomfortable, thinking that should be his job.

•It’s Davey that pops in with the idea for the Tucks to move to Manhattan.

•Miles starts to hesitate but his younger brother is looking at him with such hope that Miles has to say 'I’ll ask mom’

•The Tucks move to Manhattan and everyday Crutchie (as the boys still call him cause 'Jesse is a wimps name’) goes to the lodging house and he still sells papers cause he knows it’s gonna take a while for his family to find their feet.

•Of course, Mom and Dad Tuck are totally overprotective when they see their son limp up to them on a crutch, skinner than they remember but looking happier than he ever was before. They shower him in hugs and kisses and make him rest up even though he tells them he’s been dealing with this for a year, it’s okay.

•Jack and the others are always invited over for dinner or just for them to tell stories of the past year with the strike and everything.

•Twice a week Crutchie makes sure that he stays in the penthouse with Jack, mattresses closer together than they ever were before.