that guy from whatever

okay but consider kent parson as the nhl’s best captain™

  • when all the rookies and trades move to vegas, he makes them a list of his favorite restaurants and things to do and marks off which ones are good for dates, kid friendly, etc.
  • always stays the longest at team volunteer events because he genuinely loves making other people happy
  • has no problem with kids coming up to him and asking for autographs, and will literally drop whatever he’s doing to sign jerseys, photos, hockey sticks, whatever
  • still talks to (most of) the guys from his time Q, even if they stopped playing hockey years ago. he makes it a point to see them whenever he’s in their neck of the woods. (because mr. z always said your team is your family)
  • hates taking pictures, but always poses with little kids when they ask
  • picked up a love of driving from all the time he spent commuting from montreal to new york and back again, and always offers to drive his teammates to practice or the airport, especially the new guys who don’t have a us driver’s licence yet.
  • gets of bit of reputation for being overaggressive on the ice solely because he’s willing to drop gloves for any of his teammates. you fuck with them, you fuck with him.
  • tried to organize a team trip to volunteer at an animal shelter, but it fell through. so instead, he just paid the adoption fee for all of the animals on a kill line and saved like 65 cats.
  • holds two huge 4th of july parties every year - one on a friday night for his birthday, a huge club blowout where he encourages everyone to let loose and just have fun. and then a saturday one where he invites the whole aces team, staff, and their families. he flies out his mom and his sister and her family. there’s a cookout and games, and he always tries to make sure a few make-a-wish kids can come.
  • is a coach’s dream because he’s always the first to review game footage and is literally always asking what he can do to improve
  • has all of his teammates’ birthdays written on his calendar and tries to celebrate each of them - even if it’s just sneaking them a cupcake from winco
  • first guy at the rink - every single time
  • first guy at the gym during the off season too - every single time.
  • is actually a gr9 communicator (like actually leagues better when he’s not around jack “let’s rile each other up until we’re both at the point of emotional break” zimmermann) and can resolves conflict and confront teammates in a way that doesn’t even feel like you’ve been just told you need to get your shit together   
  • makes a point to meet and befriend all the wags because they’re important members of his friends’ lives and they make a lot of sacrifices to allow their SOs to do what they love.
  • kent always thanking the trainers, nutritionists, psychical therapists, etc and giving them lavish holiday gifts. 

kent parson being depicted as a wonderful player and a wonderful captain because his relationship with jack is only a small and troubled part of his overall personality  (✿◕‿◕✿) .。・:*:・

She’s the betta half of the two

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the bicep thing:

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the arm thing:

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the back thing:

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The dorito ratio thing:

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the hip bone thing:

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the shoulder thing: 

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the boob thing:

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the whatever this is:

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[Insp] Guys I took the idea from @friendlyneighbourhoodpizzaman’s spn ones which are amazing and made me laugh so hard.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??

Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.

1. Charmer

Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses. 

Fuck.

He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.

Dammit.

Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.

“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”

“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.

“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”

_X_

“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. 

“Um, hi,” he said.

“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.” 

“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.

“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.” 

“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.

“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase. 

Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”

2. Nurseydex

“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”

Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.

“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.

“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.

“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.

By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.

Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED

Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at. 

He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.

Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.

“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.

“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”

“Is the draft still there?”

“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.

“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.

“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.

“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.

“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”

“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”

3. Zimbits

Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.

No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.

Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.

“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead. 

omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.

omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit

omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard

Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.

zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM

omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17

A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.

omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.

zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?

omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing

zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)

omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?

zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.

omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.

zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?

omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?

zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…

omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.

Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.

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jacksonwang852g7: Today is my birthday and I’m glad.
Not just because it’s my birthday, but a special day with special people. They are my parents and every single one of you.
It’s been a long time since the last time me and my family spending birthday together. No matter if it’s my parents birthday or mine, we were always not together. I’m really grateful that we could finally spend my 23rd birthday together this time. Mom and Dad, thank you for giving me this precious life 23 years ago, and thank you for raising me up. And And now, all I want is mom and dad, taking a break from everything, do whatever you guys want, whenever. That’s my biggest wish. Love.

My birds, thank you for all the birthday wishes, birthday events, I saw everything and I appreciate everything ! I’m going to take good care of myself. at the same time, work hard to continue surprising you guys. Thank you so much, LOVE.
And thank you so much for all my friends, Who sent me birthday wishes even though you guys are really busy. Thank you so much.

In light of Bill Maher being a jackass yet again, I do have to say I owe him a great deal of thanks for helping me become the person I am. I was 16 and probably well on my way to being a Reddit atheist when Religulous came out and I went to see it excited to see somebody who wouldn’t hold back just fearlessly go at religion and then ended up leaving the theater realizing I needed to reexamine all of my beliefs and how I interacted with people because oh god am I that guy I just watched? And from then on i decided that whatever happens I just have to make sure I’m not behaving or speaking in a way Bill Maher would which I think has made me a better person. Before you do anything, think to yourself, “would Bill Maher say, do, or applaud this?” And if the answer is yes, reconsider

The sun
  • Chris: you know my dick has a lot in common with the sun
  • Victor: why? Because nobody likes to look directly at it?
  • Yuuri: because it gives people cancer?
  • Phichit: it rises at the crack of dawn?
  • Michele: it disappears at night?
  • Seung: direct exposure to it often leads to nasty sunburns?
  • Yurio: it needs to stay approximately 92,960,000 miles away from me?
  • Otabek: nobody will ever touch it?
  • Chris: gee thanks you guys! You're all such supportive friends!
  • Victor: we try
  • Everyone: *grunting in agreement*

yandere!BTS reaction when they get jealous

(requested by anon: pleeaase do bts yandere!au imagine where they get possessive/ jealous 💜💜💜)

warnings: swearing, violence, angst*ish*

little note: yandere a person either in anime or real life who would harm or kill others for looking/interacting with their crush as well as make their crush happy whatever it costs

As a guy, whom you knew from school, approached you, you felt a burning gaze coming from behind you and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You quickly finished the convo and came up to your boyfriend


♡ Yoongi ♡

„Yoon-“ „What the fuck did he want? Flirt with you? Take you away from me?!“ he yelled. „Yoongi ple-” he cut you off midd-sentence again. „Don’t fucking tell me you didn’t notice his intentions?!“ he yelled and hit the air with his hand in anger. You put your hands around his neck and snuggled into his neck, calming him down instantly. He hugged you back tightly. „What’s mine is mine“


♡ Namjoon ♡

„Namjoon please don-“ he cut you off immediately. „What the fuck did he want? Ask you out maybe?“ he said sarcastically and you knew he was barely holding it together. You wanted to say something but just as you were about to, he started throwing papers off a table in anger and yelling. Once he was done with throwing his fit he came up to you furiously and pulled you close. „No one gets to talk to you or look at you. You are mine“


♡ Jin ♡

His glare was so dark from anger it could kill someone, literally. „Why the fuck did you talk to that guy? Is he more handsome and interesting than me?“ his insecurities showed every time he was angry just like now. „Oppa..“ you cooed and moved closer, closing the gap between you two. At first he didn’t wanna look at you but he calmed down as soon as you touched his chest, moving up to his shoulders. „Don’t talk to other guys. Or I might just kill someone“


♡ Jimin ♡

As you approached him, he was looking at you with a deadly glare. „Oppa don-” but it was too late. He turned the table over in anger and he wanted to flip the chairs over too but you managed to stop him. You moved his head towards you and left your hands on his chest, calming his heavy breathing. „It’s okay oppa. I’m here. I’ll always be here“ you cooed as you softly rubbed his upper arm while leaning against his chest, calming him down instantly.


♡ Hoseok ♡

He watched you with a mixture of disbelief and anger. „Oppa it’s not what you th-“ „Then what the fuck is it? Enlighten me please“ he was way too angry and it made you scared. You backed away a bit, your posture changing. Hoseok didn’t miss to notice it. „No please.. Jagi I’m sorry.. I’d kill myself if I ever hurt you“ he reached his hands out with a sad face, looking down to the floor. You came up to him, hugging him tightly.


♡ Taehyung ♡

He breathed heavily and stared at you as you approached him. „Tae it’s not like tha-” „I’m not even ‘oppa’ anymore?!“ his anger surfaced. „No, no, no you’ll always be my oppa, I’m sorry..“ you came up to him placing your hands on his jawline where it meets his ears, playing with the edges of his hair. He calmed down immediately and closed his eyes. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours, caressing your hands.


♡ Jungkook ♡

He didn’t wanna face you because he knew he was pissed off. He went to the nearby wall and leaned against it, trying to calm his breathing. You came up to him and he looked up, giving you a cold yet vulnerable stare. You slowly got closer and put one of your hands on his back, rubbing it. You slid the other hand to the other side of his face and made him look at you. He pushed you against the wall as he hugged you really tight, snuggling his head into your neck whispering small „Only mine“s.


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And It’s Like No Time Has Passed

without trying very hard at all you can see bob’s current Look™ in this

(ao3) (general warning for 4x13 spoilers just in case)


“Predictable.”

Bellamy looks up like he’s been caught, pushing up his glasses and smiling guiltily. For all the times Clarke drew him over the past six years– on every spare piece of scrap paper she could find, every blank stretch of wall in the lab– she never imagined him like this: hair shaggy and long, the sharpness of his jaw shadowed with stubble, wearing glasses.

Smiling, easy and relaxed.

It feels wrong that most of her memories of him are shadowed by tension, broad shoulders pulled tight, jaw muscle jumping, gaze hard and canny. A soldier in wartime. Her heart aches that she gets to see him like this, gets to see him at all.

“What are you trying to say, Princess?”

His voice makes her breath catch.

Six years of talking to an empty radio channel, hoping against hope that she’d hear his voice coming through, but never really expecting it to. And now he’s here, and he’s answering back, and it’s just– it’s a lot to take in.

“Leave it to Bellamy Blake to find his way straight to the armory,” she says with feigned exasperation, and he ducks his head, smiling. “Most of your crew is enjoying the feast we prepared for you guys, but not you.”

“You think I’m gonna waste my first chance in six years to really get away from Murphy?”

Clarke laughs and comes to stand next to him, watching as he meticulously cleans each piece of the gun before him, fingers deft and sure. It’s pretty hot, if Clarke is honest with herself.

And she’s learned to be very honest with herself the past few years.

They’re barely touching, his arm skimming hers every time he moves, but it sets her heart racing fast as ever.

Get it together, Griffin. You’re not seventeen anymore.

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He was my person
And I was his
Whenever he or I had a problem
We would run to each other
No matter how painful
it was to listen to
From whatever guy or girl
we were with
Feeling the jealousy creep in
To talking about how we couldn’t take life anymore
We hadn’t spoken in months
When I got a call from him
“I need to talk to you, you’re the person I go to.”
We had this intense confusing relationship
Over 4 years
The lines were blurred
But we never crossed it fully
He would push me away
Then pull me back in
Letting his feelings slip
when he was drunk
Until I stopped letting that happen
Because you can’t wait around forever
For someone to decide to be ready
And he did decide
When I was in a loving relationship
Even though I’ve given him a million chances before
Those ones didn’t matter
This one did
Just because he knows
I’m finally gone
And he knows the reality
That he used up all of his chances
Once and for all
You can’t expect someone to wait forever
Then get upset and regretful
when they finally decide
To walk away
—  Chapters from my life