that is a completely normal thing ok

James Potter and his glasses
  • Having to wipe them every five seconds because he fidgets too much and always touches them
  • Doing the thing
  • Making the “you wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses joke” every single time he’s in a fight
  • You know, the thing
  • Grabbing the earpiece on his glasses and making them wiggle up and down while grinning at Sirius
  • The thing!!!
  • Smirking at Lily with his glasses halfway down his nose before pushing them back up by the bridge, pretending he’s cool
  • The thing where you scrunch up your face so that your glasses will adjust themselves without having to touch them
  • Pulling his glasses down to the bottom of his nose and impersonating McGonagall
  • Looking completely normal doing the thing ok don’t judge me Moony my hands are covered in grease from the toast and I accidentally nudged Snivellus
  • Peter sitting on his glasses
  • Twice
  • A year
  • Being excellent at reparo from a young age because dear lord was James clumsy
  • Scowling every single time someone reached over to put on his glasses
  • Tolerating it when Lily did it, but only because it was Lily
  • Pads got bit the first time he tried
  • He didn’t try it a second time
  • Taking his glasses off and telling people they looked better with them off
Friendly Reminder
  • Please refresh yourself with water
  • It’s completely normal to have things like acne and stretch marks, you are still beautiful
  • Everyone is dealing with insecurities; don’t worry about what others think
  • It’s completely ok to take time for yourself to refresh, take a break
  • You are loved
  • You are important

Oh my gosh! Ok so for about a month ago I wanted to try one of these things so I sketched it all out and thought that it was okay and all but then I started my challenge thing and completely forgot about it until today when I found the paper and finished everything! Yay! :3 (Sorry for killing your son Nekophy >w<’)

Anyway~
To the credits!

Normal Goth belongs to @nekophy

Normal Palette belongs to @angexci

Shopkeeper au by @pwnage101 (I’m so sorry I forgot ;-;)

And the song is “one more second” by Marcus & Martinus

A Good Dog With New Tricks

Batfam Week Day 2: Shenanigans 

Words: 3,423

Rating: Gen

AO3 Link

You all should know by now that I cannot resist the urge to make Damian the head instigate of any shenanigans, he is my favorite little troublemaker and the star of today’s fic. Though, Titus might give him a run for his money. Enjoy! 


Damian locked his eyes with the large, warm, black ones belonging to one of his closest friends. His companion held his gaze patiently waiting for the boy to begin.

“Titus, I must impress upon you the serious nature of this mission.” Damian started, keeping his tone serious, “If I asked anyone else they would surely fall victim to a double cross for a foolish photo of me in a compromising situation.” Damian grimaced thinking of the many times he’d tried to pull a fast one on his siblings only to have his assistant turn on him, “You are the only one I can trust with this, boy. Do you think you can do it?”

Titus blinked and then licked Damian’s cheek, his wet, velvety tongue tickling the boy’s face. Damian resisted the urge to smile and instead nodded his head. “Very well, let’s get started.”

He clipped a small camera to the dog’s collar, black and thin enough to be easily mistaken for hair then stepped back to check his tablet. He could see himself on the screen, albeit from a shorter height.

The two slipped through the manor silently making their way through the halls. They stopped in the hallway outside the foyer. The dog leaned against his side as he stopped, head ducking under Damian’s hand.

He scratched Titus’s ears, hand pressing into the warm soft fur while he peered around the corner. Today would be a bit of revenge for everything, all the unwanted coddling, the surprise photos, and the team ups his many family members often used to get him to ‘act his age’.

The front door rattled for a moment before Damian heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock. He waited as the lock clicked open and the doorknob began to move again, this time turning unhindered.

“You know what to do.” Damian said and scratched Titus’s left ear twice in quick succession and the dog darted forward at the same time as the door swung open.

“Hey there, Titus .” Jason’s voice was warm as the door clicked shut behind him. “What’s up?”

Damian’s eyes locked on his tablet as he moved away from the foyer. He made his way to the living room as he watched Jason struggling at the front door. He had bags in both hands and was trying to move them all to his left. Titus was making it difficult for him, jumping up and pawing at his chest. Jason managed to hook the extra bags around his arm and reach out to pet Titus.

The dog let him for a moment before jumping back with a happy bark, back stepping a foot or so to allow Jason a few steps into the room before he did it again, jumping forward to beg for attention. Jason chuckled and gave him another good scratch on the head.

“Your pretty demanding today, where’s the Demon Brat?”

Titus’s answer was a lick on the face.

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You Are The Only One I Want

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin/Reader (She/Her)

Category: Angst, with a little fluff at the end

Words: 2025

Warnings: Swearing, food mentioned, violence mentioned, Eggsy is a little bit beaten up, a little bit of fighting, mention of pain pills

Prompts: “You deserve better.” & “Just sit down and let me take care of you.”

Summary: Eggsy comes home from a rough mission feeling like he is not good enough for his girlfriend.

A/N’s: Wow! So, this is the first reader insert fic that I have ever written. It also happens to be the first thing I’ve ever written that I’ve let anybody read, so please go easy on me. I’d love some constructive criticism, if anyone has any ideas on how I could make my writing any better. Thanks!  I hope you all enjoy.

Originally posted by tarons

             Eggsy hesitated to even go home that night. Part of him wanted to find somewhere else to stay for the night, his mum’s or Roxy’s. His last mission had been rough. He was beaten, bruised, and bloody. This wouldn’t be the first time he had come home to her like this. At this point he knew that she was probably used to it, that she maybe even expected it most nights and he hated that. He hated making her upset or fearful for him. He hated that when he was on a mission, she was stuck home, alone and worrying about his safety. But more than anything, he hated the fact that he was what caused her distress.

             It wasn’t until he reached their apartment building that he realized where his post mission debrief walk had taken him. While completely lost in thought he had made his way back to her. Right back to his incredible Y/N. Right back to the woman he was so helplessly in love with. Even when he was internally debating coming home or not he still found his way back to the girl he considered to be his entire world. ‘I’m never gonna be able to stay away from her.’ He shook his head at this thought.  Eggsy knew that he couldn’t keep doing this to her. He didn’t want to keep doing this to her.

              The brunette continues to stand outside of their building for a few more minutes, just allowing himself a chance to sort out his thoughts. He doesn’t know how long he ended up standing out there. It was not until a man staring down at his cell phone almost knocked him over that he finally decided that it was time to face the music. Taking one last deep breath he walks into the small building, heading straight for the elevator and hitting the button for his floor.

             As he walks down the hallway to their apartment, he sends a small smile to the single mother who lives down the hall and offers to help her bring her groceries inside but she declines with a kind smile and a simple ‘No thanks’. Eggsy stares down at the floor as he continues to walk, slightly disappointed that his plan to procrastinate the conversation he was about to have had failed.  He genuinely didn’t think that his heart could beat any faster than it already was but he is quickly proven wrong once he makes it to the end of the hall and finds himself standing in front of their door.

             The first thing he notices once he steps inside is the sweet smell of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. The familiar scent is almost able to bring a smile to his somber looking face. Y/N always made the delicious treats when she had some spare time before he came home. She had once told him that it was an old family recipe and that her mother always made them for her when she was having a rough day as a kid. A sigh escapes his lips as he hears her footsteps coming down the hall to their bedroom.  He is barely able to set down his bag before she is pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re home! I missed you while you were gone babe!” She says with such relief in her voice that it almost breaks his heart.

             “Hi beautiful. I missed you too.” He replies as he slowly pulls back from her hug to look down at his sweet girlfriend. Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun with a few pieces hanging loose around her face and at the back of her neck and she is already in pajamas. A pair of fluffy polka-dot socks are on her feet. She looks adorable (like always). She gives him a warm smile, but it starts to fade when she notices the gloomy look on his face.

             “What’s wrong Eggy?”

             The old nickname still manages to make him smile. An old reminder of simpler times when they were first introduced and she had – much like many other people he had met – misheard his name. He places a gentle kiss on her forehead before walking into the living room and sitting on their couch. He motions for her to come sit down next to him and takes one more deep breath before he finally begins to say what has been stuck in his mind since his mission ended.

             “I hate making you worry about me.” He’s barely started and the look on her face is already enough to make him want to shut up. The e/c eyed girl sitting next to him looks confused and worried, which makes what he is trying to do so much harder because this, this is exactly what he is trying to stop from happening again. The entire point of what he is saying, what he is doing was to stop himself from making her nervous anymore. He closes his eyes for a second and reminds himself of what has been going through his mind for hours, of all the times he came home and she had bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep. Or of the texts he would get from her, late at night when he was away on a mission. The ones that said things like ‘I hope you’re getting some sleep baby, but I’m still up and I just wanted to check in. Love you.’ or ‘I know you can’t tell me about what’s going on with the mission, but please tell me that you’re doing ok at least.’.

             Eggsy reopens his eyes, but this time instead of looking at her, into her kind eyes, he looks away, towards the coffee table where he sees the plate of her freshly baked cookies and his body completely deflates.  His normally cocky demeanor has been replaced with one of hesitance and resignation. His shoulders are slumped and his jaw is clenched. “You shouldn’t have to spend so much time wondering if I’m gonna come home or not. You shouldn’t be stuck awake all night because you’re thinking about what kind of danger I might be in on my missions.” He glances at the floor next to the couch as he says this and notices JB sitting there with his head tilted to the side, just staring at him, as if he too was wondering what the fuck Eggsy was doing, “I mean fuck sweetheart, you are so incredible, way too good for me. You deserve somebody who can provide you with some sense of stability. Someone who you can count on to come home to you every night. I see how exhausted you are when I get home from a mission and just when you start to get rested again, I get called away. I can’t keep doing this to you.”

             Sometime around when he had said that she was too good for him the h/c haired girl had started slowly shaking her head, looking at him in what he could only describe as pure horror. Before he could continue talking she cut him off, “Eggsy stop! I don’t care about any of that stuff! I know you can’t tell me much about your missions, but I can tell enough to know that what you do is incredibly important. You go out there and you put yourself in danger to protect other people. I will never ever be angry at you for that, for how brave that makes you baby. I would choose you over some normal picket fence life any day. It’s not even a question.”

             For the first time in minutes Eggsy looks up at her, into her e/c eyes. He is no longer able to continue to try to stay strong and Y/N can see the tears in his green eyes. Letting out a deep breath he mumbles, barely loud enough to hear, “You deserve better.”

             At this the normally collected girl bolts out of her seat next to him and throws her hands in the air before crying out, “You know what! Maybe I do, but even if that is somehow true I don’t want better! I want you!” She takes a deep breath and lowers herself to a kneeling position in front of him and gently places her hands on his knees, “I don’t care what kind of baggage comes along with you. I will gladly put up with any of it if it means that I still get to be with you and cuddle with you and love you! I love you Eggsy and I can’t stand the idea of not being your girl anymore. So please, if you genuinely believe that I would in any way be better off without you then do whatever the hell you have to get that thought out of your head!”

               The boy on the couch stares down at her and lets out a sob before collapsing forward onto the floor next to her. He clumsily pulls her towards him and hides his face into the curve of her shoulder and she carefully maneuvers herself into his lap and wraps her arms around him and for the first time since he got home she is able to truly take him in. She notices the bruises running along his cheek bones and the one surrounding his left eye. She can only imagine the bruises that lay under his suit which is now getting wrinkled by their position. After a moment, she carefully pulls away from him and rubs her thumb over his split lip.

             “Now babe please, you’re hurt. Just sit down and let me take care of you.”

             He nods while staring into her eyes and allows then both to stand up. He sits down on the couch while she rubs her hand carefully over his face one more time before she walks into the kitchen and grabs a few ice packs as well as some pain meds and water. Once he has taken the pills she sends him to get changed into some comfier clothing and grabs them both a glass of milk before sitting down on the couch and turning on the tv. She puts on some random sitcom while she waits for him to come back and finally allows herself to process everything that has just happened.

             When Eggsy walks back into the room she is just staring at the coffee table, completely lost in her own thoughts and he has to call out her name to get the girl to look up at him. He had changed into an old sweater and some sweatpants. When she does finally look up at him, he looks concerned and she gives him a small smile to let him know that she is ok before moving over slightly so that he can sit down next to her. Once he is comfortable on the couch beside her, she hands him the ice packs and the milk before reaching forward and grabbing the plate of cookies. They each grab a few and he places his arm on the couch behind her head, allowing the girl to rest against his side. He smiles after he takes his first bite of cookie and kisses her on the forehead, quietly telling her how much he loves her and her cookies.

             “I’m glad,” she says before joking, “I make them with love.”

             He chuckles. They spend the next few hours on the couch and they eventually end up laying down, him behind her, stomach and chest pressed up against her back. As the night goes on and they both begin to get sleepier and sleepier he begins to rub his hand up and down her arm. Just as she begins to drift off she turns her head to look at him and says, quietly, “You are right about me being terrified to lose you during a mission, but what scares me even more is the idea that you might leave me voluntarily.”

             He presses a kiss to her nose and gently tells her, “Don’t worry love. I ain’t going anywhere. I promise.”


@kurtwxgners Thanks for letting me tag you and I hope that you like it!

The judge

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: A lot of fluff.

Summary: (Y/N)’s nanny is gone and she has no one else to leave her daughter with; what a terrible timing, she had a date.

A/N: It’s the first time I write something so sweet with Matt <3


Originally posted by marvelsdefenders

Your phone vibrated on the table, startling you and breaking all your focus on your work. It was a project you had dedicated almost your entire life to, and for that reason you needed it to be perfect. You were going to take a break, a date really, with a man you had been seeing for the last few months.

The text was quite simple, and that was the thing you hated the most. Your nanny was sending you a screenshot of a payment she was doing to you. It was the money you paid in advance and she was not even making up an excuse. Her reason for not going was that she didn’t really need the money and she hoped that the cancellation didn’t come in a bad time.

Shhhiiiiiiit!” You yelled, rubbing your temples.

It had come in a terrible timing, really. Your mom, who was always eager to help you out with Lucy your daughter, was also out of town and you literally had no one to count on now. You took your phone again and looked for your date in the contacts. You had to cancel it.

“Matt?” You asked when the line on the other side was finally available. “It’s me, (Y/N)—I have a huge problem.”

“Are you ok?” He hurried to ask. “Still safe?”

“Yes, still safe Daredevil,” you giggled. “The thing is that my nanny bailed on me and my mom can’t take care of Lucy because she’s not in town… So I’m gonna have to stay here with her”

“But you could come here,” he suggested, “I don’t think I mind, and I believe my place is quite tidy… though I can’t really see if it is,” he laughed.

“Uhh—” you stuttered—“well… we—you and I—I really don’t think I can…”

“Relax, in my normal clothing I’m completely harmless.”

“Okay…” you doubted, “I’ll call an Uber and I’ll be there in like an hour, is that ok?”

“Perfect,” he chuckled, “I’ll be waiting here.”

You started setting up your daughter’s things and changing her into prettier clothes. Well, her and yourself. You’d been wearing sweatpants all day long, and after your nanny’s message, you had planned in staying like that all day long, just to suffer in the misery of your loneliness.

But there you were, outside Matt’s building and making your way inside with a one year-old in your arms and her bag of things hanging from your shoulder. Your heart was beating fast each passing second you were closer to his door, and you stopped right next to the staircase to take a few deep breaths; this was it.

You had never exposed your baby to anyone because having a child was no children’s game and you didn’t want her to get accustomed to people that might not stay in your life. But Matt was different somehow; ignoring the fact that he was the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, he was more than met the eye. Blind and everything, he could see more things than you could with your eyes perfectly healthy.

You knocked twice and waited a few seconds before Matt opened the door. He was wearing very normal clothing, and he had a great smile when he realized it was you. He welcomed you inside and gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek, just to keep it cool in front of Lucy. He waved at her too, but she seemed quite uninterested in his presence.

You had been there in that apartment before, only at night time and feeling the effects of alcohol in your body… and you had not been aware until that moment that Matt had a very good taste in furniture; of course, for a blind person. You had used the couch and the bed only –and perhaps the kitchen countertops—, and you weren’t really interested on giving them an observer’s look back. You needed the furniture for other reasons.

“So,” Matt started, finally breaking the awkward silence, “do you want something to eat or drink? What can I offer Lucy?”

“Tea would be fine, but I can prepare hers—”

“No, no,” he shook his head, interrupting you, “you’re my guests. Just tell me how she likes her tea and I’ll give it to her.”

“Make mine first, re use the bag on her hers, because it is usually very light with a quarter cup of warm water and the rest only cold water.”

“Wow,” he mused, “she’s a very picky girl, isn’t she?” He chucked in amusement and you couldn’t help but to do it too.

After drinking your tea and having some biscuits in between, you felt much more relaxed and Lucy was quite eager to have a closer look on Matt. She had been staring at him quite obviously, even for a blind person like him. She was playing with your hands, but her eyes were not moving from his face.

“Why don’t you let me have her?” Matt asked. “I might be blind but I can tell she’s observing and judging me.”

You saw the baby looking up at Matt, who held her from under her arms and sat her on her lap. You were a bit reluctant at first; you didn’t want her to get accustomed to a man that you didn’t know if he was going to stay in your life, and you weren’t even sure if Matthew Murdock had any ability with children anyway.

Your kid was silent, as she usually was with people she wasn’t familiar with. Your palms were sweaty and the moment you stood up to pick her up, she really seemed to smile at him. He couldn’t see her, but he smiled too, and just as wide as she did.

“Oh god…” you took your hand to cover your mouth “She really likes you…”

Being surprised was an understatement. You were beyond that, way beyond that. Your kid had a thing, she was the kind of baby that either loved you or hated you, and she seemed very fond of Matt.

“The feeling is mutual, then,” Matt turned his head to you and gently lifted his heels from the floor to make horse-like movement to your daughter. “Hey cutie!” He laughed with the sound her your daughter’s bubbly giggle.

“She never does this, Matt…” you laughed nervously, sitting next to them. “My friends have a terrible time trying to get her to even smile. This is like a really big thing for me.”

“Why?” He made her sit with her back against his stomach and placed his hands facing the ceiling over her small thighs; she placed her tiny hands over his and high-fived him. “I mean, she seems pretty nice.”

“She’s not into strangers,” you shrugged. “I guess I’m lucky for that, because she always turns out to be right. Like an old lady in the body of a baby.”

“Did you give me your approval, young lady?” Matt leaned forward and started kissing and tickling your daughter. She laughed uncontrollably and patted his cheek trying to make him stop. “You did it because you think I’m good for your mommy, right?” He nuzzled at her neck. “Well, let me tell you a secret, but juts between the two of us,” he whispered, but you could still hear him, “I really like your mommy, and I think I’m falling for her.”

Matt made Lucy turn around, and she leaned forward to wrap her tiny arms around his neck. Your mouth hung open at how easily he had won her heart. They were so fond of each other and you wondered why it had taken you so long to make them meet, but it was the perfect timing.

You couldn’t recall Matt looking so happy, especially when he said that he wasn’t very fond of children, but it was making your heart melt how he acted with Lucy. You decided to step off the scene and take the cups back to the sink, leaving Matt and Lucy bond a bit more without having you to stare at them.

Before you went away, you leaned forward to kiss Matt’s lips, and below you two, Lucy was clapping energetically. She did approve the relationship.

“Does that make it like an official thing?” Matt asked, rising his hand up to your cheek, and caressed it with his rough thumb. “I mean, we have your daughter’s approval.”

“You haven’t made the question, Matthew,” you pecked his lips swiftly, “I’m still waiting!” You said from over your shoulder as you headed for the sink.

Things I Wish I Knew My Freshman Year of Uni

Academic Tips

“You are responsible for your own learning.”

1. Always do your work when you get it and don’t wait until the last minute. Waiting until the last minute to get work done will sometimes allow you to still get things done by their due date but it leaves little room for studying and reviewing between then and in the end will hurt you on exams. 

2. Work alone. The best way to learn new material is to do it on your own and struggle through and figure it out ON YOUR OWN. I wish someone had told me this because I really struggled to catch up in classes this past semester because I would do my homework with friends instead of learning how to do things on my own and it hurt me a lot on exams. 

3. Find friends you can study with.You want to be able to be productive if you choose to do a study session. Studying with friends might be okay if you work well together but chances are you’ll get distracted. Find people you work well with to study because you tend to learn more that way. For me, that was people I met in class and at office hours.

4. Please oh, please use office hours This is such a big one that freshman don’t use until the last minute. These are your best bet for getting questions answered if you didn’t understand something in lecture, on your homework, etc. Plus, getting to know your prof is very important because they tend to be more helpful if they see you are working hard in their class and they give good letters of recommendation if you make a good impression on them. If you can’t make their office hours, email them or set up an appointment. It’s very important to have good communication. 

5. Sit in the front and ask questions Be the nerd of the lecture by sitting in the front and don’t be afraid to ask a question. However, if its a question that requires a lengthy answer, save it for office hours so you don’t the lecture behind schedule. 

6. BUY AND READ THE DARN TEXTBOOK So many people tell you not to buy the textbook if you don’t truly need it for assignments but that is so wrong. You will always need the textbook if it is in the syllabus. Period. Read the chapters BEFORE lecture and review it afterward if material still doesn’t make sense. You will learn so much more and remember so much more in a faster time period than if you don’t read it at all. The book is also extremely important for covering details that won’t be covered in lecture.

Social Life 

1. Meet new and DIFFERENT people instead of people like yourself. These people will show you so many cool new things that you’ll never experience otherwise. Meeting new and different people can be challenging and uncomfortable at first if you’re shy like me but it will make your college experience much more worth it. 

 2. Join clubs but not too many. Take part in activities and clubs that you enjoy but be careful not to overload yourself. Freshman year you should start off by just trying a few clubs here and there just to see what you like before committing to a lot of anything.

3. Don’t be afraid to say no to alcohol, drugs, and even hanging out. College students say “You do you” and they really mean it. You don’t have to feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to do and no one will judge you for that. If you find “friends” who do judge you, make some new friends. Also, remember that school comes first so if you have a large project to do and your friends want to go out, its ok to say no. Your friends should understand that in college, you really need to get stuff done and that schedule can be different than theirs.

 4. Be okay with being alone but completely surrounded by people. You are almost guaranteed to different schedules than your friends so you’ll learn that you’ll often be eating or doing school work alone. This is perfectly normal! Learn to like it because it’s nice to do things on your own. You may feel lonely sometimes but you’re also always surrounded by people. It’s hard to find actual privacy in college especially when you live in the dorms and share a room with a roommate. It will be strange at first but you’ll find the right balance of being along and being with people over time. 

Roommates and Dorms 

1. “A clean room is a clean mind.” Keeping a clean room will help you to study because you’ll be able to easily find everything you need instead of digging through piles of clothes and other belongings. Dorm rooms are also very small so putting things in their rightful storage places is essential for keeping a tidy room.

2. Study outside of your room as much as you can. If you’re like me, you can distract yourself easily especially when you don’t want to do something (like study). By getting the majority of your work done in the library or somewhere else on campus other than your room, you have less options to distract yourself whereas in your room, you have all your stuff to pick up and lose hours of study time with. 

3. Be straightforward with your roommate. If your roommate is doing something that bothers you, tell them clearly right away (politely). Otherwise, they’ll never know and continue to do what is bothering you. In order to avoid arguments, tell them right away very nicely and they should stop. It might be their room too, but you need to make sure that you’re happy as well. 



I hope this was helpful. This is only SOME of the tips I could think of for right now but I have tons more tips and advice that I love to share. If you have any questions about these tips or want to know more, feel free to ask. 

anonymous asked:

The one thing that kinda disturbes me is that i can read/watch porn with a completely straught face like one time i was skyping my friend amd i was reading smutty phanfiction amd my friend was like "are you ok" bc apparently i looked really bored is this normal

dude no @snowbunnylester and @jilliancares and i are havin a nice smutty chat and my face is straighter than my sexuality

hnfflepnff  asked:

not a headcannon but what if peter quill had been a girl?? I like to wonder about the difficulties yondu would've had raising a girl lol, I feel like his days would be little more stressful

The awesome person above asked for gender-swapped Peter, and they got it!
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It’s been about a month since her 15th birthday when it happens. Peeta stares in mild horror at the blood on her sheets among..other things.

She hurries into the showers before any of the others wake, and cleans up, before dragging her bedding to where they do the laundry and quickly taking care of the stains.

She sits alone in the mess later that day, freaking out completely to herself, trying desperately to remember if she’d gotten nicked on any recent raids.

‘Is..is that normal? Do Terrans just..randomly do that? Ok, calm down-calm down, you’re just making yourself worse.’

She tries to remember if mama ever did anything like this..but instead of answers, she just finds herself slumped over on the table in tears.

Kraglin comes and sits down across from the crying teenager, asking what’s wrong with her. Peeta manages to blubber out ‘Mama’ before sinking back onto her arms again. Her fellow Ravager kind of just..awkwardly reaches across the table and pats her on the head.

She spends the rest of the day trying to hide the continual bleeding while in various states of emotional distress.

The next morning, she wakes up in awful, unbearable pain, and doesn’t get out of bed on time. She’s two hours too late by the time she hears Yondu’s stomping footfalls down the hall.

“QUILL! Y'ALL BEST BE GETTING OUTTA THAT BED RIGHT QUICK, OR TONIGHT I’LL MAKE SURE COOK’S PUTTING TERRAN ON THE MENU!”

As his shouting grew nearer, she just coiled in on herself even more, wanting either everything to go away, or for Yondu to just put her out of her misery.

Suddenly the door to her bunk slides open and everything is too much. Too bright, too cold as Yondu rips her sheets away from her, chewing her out all the while.

“C'mon! Get up, you lazy little-…Peeta?”

Yondu stared at the girl in shock. At the pool of blood surrounding her. How she was clutching her middle in obvious pain. He quickly knelt down to her level, attempting to turn her over so he was facing the side he assumed the injury to be on.

“Quill? Quill! Girlie, come on, what happened? You tell me who did this and I’ll kill ‘im!”

Finally, after much grappling, Yondu managed to flip Peeta onto her other side and get her to uncurl herself long enough to check for injuries.

She fought him the entire time, but he managed to pry her hands away from where they were glued to her hip. He found no apparent source to the blood on the bed.

“It hurts at yer hip, but I don’t understand it, Peetie, I can’t find where you’re bleedin’ this bad from..-”

Peeta suddenly caught her second wind and began to sit up in the bed, wincing at the ebb and flow of each wave of new pain. She panted lightly as she began to talk.

“Da-..” She stopped herself short. That had almost slipped out far too often lately.

“Y-Yondu..bleeding..I’m bleeding from..down there.”

The centurian paled, but his face flushed nearly simultaneously.

“Um..Girlie, if you don’t mind my asking..from where down there?” He asked sheepishly.

“Number one.” Peeta groaned, balling her fist and jabbing it into her left hip.

And suddenly it clicked. It occurred to Yondu that Terrans must be one of those species that..expell..certain biological material.

“Uh..Quill, I’d hate to break it to ya, but this is actually..normal. At least for yer species. And if this is the first time it’s happenin’ to ya..well, then I expect you’re in for a rude awakening. Because it’s gonna keep happening. Although I don’t know exactly when next. I’ll give ya some restin’ time till it stops. Bout three days.”

“Wait!! What do you mean, you don’t know?!”

“You’ll just have to keep an eye on how long it is til the next one once this one ends. Next time ‘round, I’ll get you some suppressors to deal with the pain and break down the rejected blood before it leaves ya.”

“That’s a thing?”

The Ravager king nods.

“Then for the love of God, get in touch with a dealer, because I don’t know if I can keep going through this.” She gripes at him, flopping dramatically down onto her bed. Yondu laughs halfheartedly.

“Sure thing, Peetie.”

anonymous asked:

dear pansexualfacts, do you think you can help me with something? i'm in a relationship with an asexual person (very healthy, no problems to speak of) and we've recently found that when we hold hands for prolonged amounts of time, we absorb some of each others pansexual and asexual powers! do you know if this is normal, or should we be worried? if there any chance we might damage each other's powers? thank you for any help you can provide! we're being careful for now, but i hope it'll all be ok!

Do not fear. This is completely normal behaviour. Members of the Pansexual Pantheon and the Asexual Armada share many things in common- one being the ability to absorb and share powers through touch. Your own powers and your partner’s powers will not be damaged; rather, you will both be strengthened by these abilities and by your love, as it is a wonderful thing. However, one fair warning: beware of touching lightbulbs while holding hands. Your immense combined powers may cause them to short-circuit. 

anonymous asked:

Goku is a terrible father yeah, but Chichi is still completly unlikeable, super selfish (putting her desires before the fate of the world or what her son actually wants) and not that commited of a parent (she wants Gohan to be super educated yet seems fine with letting Goten take after his father). And let's not forget the circumstances under which Chichi arranged her marriage with Goku, who didn't even understood the concept of it at the time.

Ooooooooo!  Interesting!  Ok, I gotta admit, I kind-of agree with you on the “Goku being a terrible father” thing.  His views and opinions of the world are completely skewed compared to a normal (or as normal as you can get in the world of DBZ) person, and that impacts on the way he treats his kids.  Prime example of this would be the Cell Games, he’s too embroiled in his thoughts on how Gohan is kick-ass that by the time “father-mode” activates he’s almost too late when he starts screaming for a senzu bean.  Then again, that’s the character personality Toriyama was going for with him, and he did also suffer a severe brain trauma when he was a child, hence we forget (HA!  Amnesia pun!).

Ahhhhhhhh!  What’s an anon DBZ message without a mention of Chichi these days?  I have to admit, if you can’t tell already (and let’s face it you probably have as you wouldn’t have sent this message in the first place), I love Chichi.  I could spend the next 20,000 words explaining how you’re wrong for not thinking the same as me, but you know what?  

I respect your decision.  

You wanna hate Chichi?  Do it.  I respect your opinion to dislike a character as much as I would like to think that you would respect the decision of others who think the opposite of you.  Mutual respect.  It’s a concept that’s been swept under the carpet for some time now in many subjects.

But, do you wanna know why I think some people hate Chichi?  She is the most realistic character in the whole of Dragon Ball Z.  Whilst everyone else is caught-up in wish granting Dragon Balls and fighting evil aliens she is the only one with her feet solid on the ground.

Imagine yourself again as a five-year old child.  Your Dad’s best mate goes to your Mother and asks the simple question:  “Can we take your son into an untested and adapted alien spacecraft, blast him off into space and onto another Planet?”  Wanna know what I think your Mom’s answer would be?  “FUCK” and “NO” most likely, and in that exact order, followed by a swift call to the cops.  Does that make your Mom a bad person?  FUCK NO.  Because your Mom is awesome.  Ask her if you don’t believe me.

But, then again, a Mother wanting an education for her child?! The FUCK is wrong with this woman?!

The most obvious reason why Chichi hates fighting can be narrowed down into a simple abridged version:

Child:  “My crush loves martial arts?!  I’ll learn martial arts too to catch his attention!”

Teenager 1:  “I’ll enter into the same martial arts tournament as him and show him my skills and how awesome I am!”

Teenager 2:  “OMG, my fiance is so handsome and kick-ass an- OMFG THAT GREEN FUCKER BLEW A HOLE IN HIS CHEST!”

Chichi had a MASSIVE wake-up call at the end of Dragon Ball, she went from seeing Goku throwing the occasional glorified punch and kick to then literally nearly dying in front of her.  

That’s not the kind of Martial Arts she ever really imagined.  

Again, you are five years old, you’ve been taken against your own will by the aforementioned guy who blew yet another fucking HOLE in your Dad’s chest and killed him after his sacrifice to save you.  You are then trained to fight evil aliens in a harsh wasteland.  

Would your Mom want that for you?  If she was given the opportunity to see the fight on TV and what you were being subjected to, would she not think to grab every gun available and try to rescue you?  

Of course she would.  Your Mom deserves a medal.

yer-superwholocked-harry  asked:

Ok, so I know this would never happen, but hear me out. Imagine if Jack asks us to completely stop talking about anti for a few days, and against all odds, we do. Things seem normal for a bit before suddenly there's a video from anti, enraged that we betrayed him and ignored him. But we were still thinking about him. He swears to make sure we'll never be able to stop talking about him again.

Originally posted by sydneyxix

Greedy: Adam Driver x Reader.

A/N: ok let me just start off by saying- this is my absolute favorite picture of Adam! idk why but it’s my number one! now second off- I guess we can call this an AU??? is that how AU’s work??? also note that in this fic Adam is a completely normal person. he’s not some famous person. he’s just a normal SINGLE man. I decided to take this route because I personally think it’s cheesy and cliche to do the whole fame thing from any angle whether you’re both famous and costars, or he’s dating you in secret to protect you from the public or his fans. not shitting on anyone else but it think its dumb… so I chose something different, but to each their own. this is chapter one by the way! if this is something y’all like… then I will totally continue! this is definitely a new world for me and I’m excited to explore it.

Sidebar: if you haven’t heard the song greedy from Ariana Grande then the title won’t make sense to you. It’s a cute little song and it’s super upbeat! I love it! 

link to Ariana Grande- Greedy

in case the first link won’t work.

Warnings: none

words: 1.4k


It was an average Friday night and you really had no plans to go anywhere. While your roommate was out with her girlfriend you sat on your bed painting your nails a pretty shade of barbie pink. Admiring how glossy they looked under your light, you smiled. When you had nothing to do you always pampered yourself, doing things you didn’t have time for during the week. Before your nails, you sat in front of your mirror doing your make up for no reason other than you wanted to look good for yourself. It made you chipper inside feeling your false lashes flutter every time you blinked.

Letting your nails dry, you carefully slipped out of your silky robe and slipped on a simple pink cami-style dress. You were planning on having a movie marathon all to yourself and couldn’t decide between Star wars or Harry potter, both franchises you loved dearly. Though you were staying in for the night, you couldn’t have a movie marathon without snacks! Slipping on your little silver jelly flats and grabbing your purse, you made your way to the grocery store.

For a Friday night, the parking lot was practically empty, leaving you with all the good up front parking. Looking around you grabbed a jar of big dill pickles, a bag of frozen extra crispy fries, and a bottle of vegan ranch. The only thing that was missing… was the popcorn. Walking down the snack aisle you noticed a lot of the product had not been down stocked yet.

There on the top shelf was one last bag of your favorite pre-popped popcorn; white cheddar skinny pop. giddy, you reached up for the bag only to have it snatched before your eyes. Your smile dropped as you watched in horror. A man many feet taller than you had taken the one thing you wanted most.

“Hey- um- I was kinda going to buy that.” you said timidly.

He stopped pushing his cart and turned to face you. As if in a cheesy movie everything moved in slow motion and you felt your heart leap into your throat. He peered down at you with glittering honey cocoa colored eyes, dark thick raised brows and pouty luscious pink lips. His skin was sprinkled with pale little freckles and beauty marks. his nose was rather large and protruding and so were his ears hidden under his long deep brown locks. Parts of his hair was pushed over to one side giving his scalp a more fabulous volumized look that was only complimented by his facial hair.

“Oh my bad.” his voice was different, deep and unlike anything you had ever heard before. It was strange at first, and almost funny.

“It’s fine, but can I have that bag… since I’m cute.” you smiled.

He laughed, and it was the most pleasant sound you had ever heard. “I’ll give you the cute part, but I’m not giving you the popcorn, lady.”

“What!” you jumped. “But that’s the last bag of skinny pop!”

“Which is exactly why I’m not giving it to you,” the giant scoffed.

You balled your hands into fist trying not to make a scene over popcorn. “I like skinny pop because it’s vegan and low in calories.”

He rolled his. “Maybe that’s why I like it too.”

Now you were the one to laugh.  “You mean to tell me a big guy like you is trying to watch his figure?!”

“Maybe!” he snarled. “You don’t know me!”

Grinding your teeth you dropped to mega bitch level. “Give me the damn bag of skinny pop or I’m going to scream.”

“Yeah sure.” he said sarcastically.

“1”

He narrowed his eyes. “You won’t”

“Bet. 2”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Go on.”

“Last chance. 3”

“I said-”

On the top of your lungs, you let out an ear-splitting shriek making everyone around the two of you stop.

“EW GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERV!”

Instantly the man began to shush you. “Ok! Ok! Ok!”

He reached into his cart handing you the bag. “Here take the damn bag of popcorn! Just stop screaming!”

“Thank you.” you smiled sweetly, then walked away.

“Uh- yeah! Your welcome!” he shouted awkwardly.

Browsing harmless down every aisle, you searched the shelves for anything that could be new. You really didn’t need anything but the snacks you came for.

Sighing in realization, you moved to the tissue, paper towel, and toilet paper aisles to grab a couple boxes of puff plus. With the rainy days came mold and mildew and it was driving your allergies wild. Looking at all the cute designs you settled for a box with Moana, frozen, and rouge one on it. Your inner child cheered in excitement at the cool characters that covered each individual box.

Distracted by the designs of the boxes, you bumped your cart into the back of someone. Startled and embarrassed you whipped your head up.

“Oh- I’m so-”

“Great. It’s you.” Said the big burly man from earlier.

You stayed silent, eyeing him with so much shade as he reached for a big pack of paper towels.

“What- you want these too?!” He snipped. “Because if you’re going to scream again I’ll just get you a pack from the top then.”

“No!” You scoffed.

He nodded his head as he pushed his cart getting as far away from you as he could. Cheeks tinting every shade of pink, you rushed to the checkout.

The lines were short and in no time you free. It was halfway to your car when you spotted the man from a second ago. He was loading his bags in his black SUV. His lips were pressed together in a thin line and his expression was frustrated.

You felt guilty for bothering him the way you did. He was probably the sweetest most giving man in the world and you felt as if you were the reason he was frustrated. Reaching into the back of the car, you pulled out the bag of skinny pop. The bag belonged to him.

Carefully approaching him, you thought about what you would say. How were you going to apologize?

“Uh- hi.” You said softly.

He dropped the bag he had in his hand back into the cart. He rolled his eye and shifted his jaw, very annoyed.

“What do you want now?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you offered him the bag of popcorn. “Here.”

He looked down surprised and refused your offer. “I can’t take that from you. I didn’t pay for it.”

“I know, but it was yours originally,” you muttered. “I’m sorry.”

His brows creased. “It’s ok. It’s not that big of a deal -I mean- it was back in there (the store), but that’s over with.”

“Yeah I know but it wasn’t right,” you pressed, “I should’ve never thrown a fit over a damn bag of popcorn!”

“Really you shouldn’t have, but you did.” he nodded.

You leaned up against his SUV avoiding his gaze. Those judging eyes of his were too much to take and you were still ashamed of how you acted towards him. You were a grown woman, still very young, but grown nonetheless!

“I’m not always like that. In fact, I’m never like that.” your voice carried out just above a whisper.

“I believe you,” he replied just as soft.

You frowned, taking in a shaky breath. He was just being nice so you’d leave him alone, no doubt about it. You were really bummed out that you had blown a possible chance of meeting someone new. You could tell by looking at him that he was a good person who had a good head on his shoulders and that’s what you needed. His looks were like nothing you had seen before and that's made him attractive to you.

Apologizing again once again you turned on your heel to head back to your car. You had done enough to the poor guy and you wanted to just let him carry on with the rest of his night. The last thing you needed was to make things worse for him.

“Uh-” he called out. “I’m Adam… by the way.”

You stopped, casting your head over your left shoulder. “Adam. It’s nice to meet you, Adam. I’m (y/n).”

“Hey, do you like Pad thai?” he asked almost uncomfortably.

“I-i love pad thai.” you sang.

Adam smiled. “Well- are you doing anything right now… cause if not I know this Thai restaurant that makes the best damn pad thai in the world. That if you’re hungry.”

“I’m always hungry.” you said half joking.

“Great! We could head there now if you’d like!”

anonymous asked:

Yay ok! So like. The squip squad gets together to watch horror movies--rich is a complete fucking wuss* and if theres too much gore he'll probably scream and hide, and everyone teases him. (*he always refuses being scared after), Jeremy is kinda iffy on horror movies, but he likes to cling to michael (more than normal), jake thinks theyre hilarious. Chloe + brooke end up asleep and jenna is texting during the entire thing. Christine lOVES horror movies, esp pointing out how good the acting is

rich is a fucking SCAREDY CAT and hes almost always begging jake to bring him home in the middle of the movie bc hes freaked out. jakes never rly invested in the movie so he’ll bring rich somewhere quiet in the house so he can calm down and they can come back to the rest of the group later. sometimes, jeremy will come up to check on them if theyve been away for a while and find them cuddled up and asleep.

jeremy doesnt HATE horror movies, but he doesnt like them either. michael, on the other hand, LOVES 80s and 90s horror movies. he also loves when jeremy pretends to be scared so michael can wrap an arm around his shoulders and “protect” him

chloe and brooke fall asleep within the first 10 minutes. jenna takes blackmail pictures. meanwhile, christine is tugging on jennas sleeve, trying to point out set details and good acting moments. jenna pretends to care for christines sake :’-)

L: Well.  You got quiet.

S: They thought he was going to die! [wipes her eyes]

L: You ok??

S: Yes, but the music was so morose and they were so frantic.  It was interesting to see their true colors show through in an emergency.

L: What do you mean?

S: Well Amethyst is always to goofy one but when Steven needed her she was focused and kept the others going.  Pearl always tries to stay in control of everything but she completely broke down.  And Garnet is normally so stoic but she just… basically had a panic attack and resorted to the only thing she could think of, irrational as it was.  

L: Huh.  

S: Overall I thought the premise of the episode was… a little dumb, to be honest.  I don’t think it said as much about Steven as it could have because you could tell that his body might have been aging but he was only acting how he thought he should act as an old man, if that makes sense.  The last bit with the Gems though was heartbreaking.  This show is cruel.

L: Do you want to stop?

S: Noooo!

Twice Reaction To Their Gf (you) Goes Missing

Note: I was kind of lost when i started to write it and it wasn’t going the way i wanted so i made it like you were kidnapped version. I hope you dont mind and i really hope you like it. x. 

Blackpink Ver.

Disclaimer: Slight angst; if you’re sensitive to this kind of subject please skip it.


Mina: She would feel so angry and getting you back and finding the person that took you away from her would be the only thing in her mind. She wouldn’t do nothing else other than worrying about you and asking herself if you’re somehow okay. Sometimes, she would even think that everything that happened could be her fault, for not taking the right care of you and watching over you like she had to.

Originally posted by misamo


Momo: She would be worried to death and dancing would be her only escape from it. She would try every day to dance all of her worries off, as if her life depended on it. She would dance like it was going to bring you back, even if she knew it wasn’t. She’d rehearse harder and harder every day, until all her energy is gone, so she won’t get home and cry herself to sleep, missing you.

Originally posted by momoraihi


Dahyun: She would be so broken and lost and wouldn’t know what to do. She would think that maybe if she was next to you when they kidnapped you, things would’ve come out differently. She always had so much care with you and now you’re somewhere probably cold, with a stranger holding you hostage. She would be so afraid about something bad happening to you. She wouldn’t rest until you were safe with her again.

Originally posted by momoneki


Jungyeon: She would only focus on bringing you back, everything she’d do would be thinking about it. It would make her group mates so worried about both of you. She would try to make something productive to keep her mind busy, so she won’t go crazy. Work would be the only thing keeping her sane.

Originally posted by jeongyeon


Tzuyu: She would be in complete shock for some days. She would be terrified about you getting hurt and would constantly think about how mean people can be sometimes. She would try to keep a strong image but inside she’d be so broken. She wouldn’t be able to sleep at all, thinking and rethinking about all the places they could’ve taken you.

Originally posted by tzuyuchouu


Chaeyoung: She would try to be strong. She would act normally with people and would just smile when asked if she’s ok. She would hide her feelings really well but, every night she would be in tears, until you were back. She would only break down and let her real feelings come out once she see you again.

Originally posted by tzuyuchouu


Sana: She would be desperate after you in the first few days you disappeared. After weeks she didn’t get any news from you nor the cops she would try to keep on with her stuff but, always hoping that you’d come back at any minute. She would keep herself busy with her schedule so she won’t caught herself thinking about you and an feel sad again. She would miss you with every fiber of her body and would only sleep well until she had you in her arms again.

Originally posted by misamo


Jihyo: She would feel so useless being unable to do something. She would almost go crazy every time she even thought of someone hurting you. She would break down at almost everything that remembered you. Sometimes she would hate herself for letting this happen to you.

Originally posted by jeongyeon


Nayeon: She would look for you everywhere. She would turn hell upside down if she needed to and being unable to find you would make her so upset and hurt. She would go insane in the first weeks, she saw you everytime someone walked through the door. But she couldn’t help it, she just missed you so much.

Originally posted by baechuflavor

Just wanted to say thanks!! :)

** Submitted post ** Ok, so I’m not an official lifting blog (because I’m paranoid af but kudos to y'all, y'all are awesome!!!) but I’ve been lifting for a few years. I discovered this community & it completely changed my life.

I’m in college & suffer from depression & anxiety. It sucks when you’re broke af & can’t afford things to make you feel good, especially when you have mental issues. I’d maybe spend $20 on clothes & $10 on makeup every 6 months. After studying all the tips and tricks, I was able to start lifting things I’d never be able to afford normally. Now I feel absolutely BEAUTIFUL for the first time in years. I’ve learned so much about makeup & clothes just from looking at hauls. It was hard to get out of bed every morning, but now I’m so excited to put on my lifted makeup from Ulta and wear that new dress I lifted from the mall. I feel like a human being again.

I just wanted to say thank y'all. All of the tips, tricks, videos, everything, thank y'all. Everyone in this community is beautiful, hilarious, and unique inside and out. Thank y'all so much for helping me feel like myself again.   

Keep calm and lift on.

**this is so sweet hun it made me tear up a bit im glad this community was able to help**
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A bit late PILLARWEEK 2017, DAY 6: backstory.

We all know that Kars had erased his race from the face of the Earth many-many years ago. We also know, that he had murdered his own parents, but we’ve never seen them. I think, our God and Savior Araki wouldn’t tell us this, if his parents wouldn’t appear anywhere. Or he would, to show what actually DICK Kars is.

I can’t do the html so I’ll mark pictures with numbers :p

So, we all know Kars appearance. Long face, beautiful weavy hair and three horns, which is the most important. This lady (pic 1) looks exactly like old fem!Kars. I mean, look at her face: she has three horns, as Kars do, and wears her jewelry almost the same way. This must be his mother. By the way, she doesn’t look nice at all. I could imagine how Kars felt living with this old hag for ??k years.
The next person we are looking for is dad. I’m not 100% sure which one of them is his father (pic 2, 3). Some of them is, according to the same trappings. Btw, have no idea who’s the man (pic 3) with short curly hair is. Probably, Kars’ family friend or some far relative. Still, on these pictures there are more than one pillarmen with three horns. That means, Kars had a big family, with brothers/sisters (?)/uncles and ect.

I can understand his urge to get rid of these scums. Kars had been researching for a thing, that could solve all the problems his race had. He had been testing everything oh himself, or Esidisi, who was completely ok with that, and noone was forced violently to try the mask on. I believe, it was like today’s smart science people and useless religious guys, who do not accept anything new. Kars was doing a good thing, to help his race, but we all know what had happened.
If my parents said the thing Kars’ parents did, I wouldn’t feel guilty if I had whipped out my entire family. Kars surely hadn’t been. And it is obviously not normal if parents want their child to die.

Reblog if you want more JJBA theories :)

An interesting fact: Kars’ family was probably #1 family in his pride (pic 4,5), because mother has always been sitting in front of other pillarmen as some ruler or like that.

anonymous asked:

I feel like something being a phase should never make it invalid. Like it's not okay to say people's serious life decisions are a phase. But people who do just go through phases should be allowed to. It's okay to go through a gender queer phase before deciding you're trans. It's okay to go through a gay phase before deciding you're bi. It's okay to go through a generic queer/undecided phase before you pick a gender/orientation.

I agree completely. I assume this is in regards to the post I reblogged today? I felt like it was saying that it’s ok if you identified as something else before you figured yourself out completely (a “phase” so to speak). There’s no shame in that. 

But also it is important to say that “phases” are totally fine. The word “phase” seems to have negative connotations, so I tend to look at this more as fluidity of identity. A lot of people’s genders and sexualities are fluid. Not even like the identity genderfluid, but like your gender can be different throughout your lifetime. Your sexuality can change. And all of that is ok. “Phases” are not a bad thing, and they’re actually very normal. 

Billdip Drabble: Fluster

Anyone want smol flustered Bill? Because I got y’all some smol flustered Bill.

Words: 877

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Bill was curled up next to Dipper on the sofa. He’s gotten used to a lot of things since being confined to a human body. Eating, sleeping, taking care of himself, just functioning normally enough, and he’s gotten better at emotions in general.

There are still many things he has a hard time with either accepting and/or dealing though. One thing is emotional dependency. He’s not used to being emotionally dependent on others. He’s not used to needing other people to be happy.

It’s weird and sucks because no one really wants to be his friend and Bill doesn’t blame them. He’s alone. Dipper put his arm around Bill and pulled him closer. Bill felt him place a kiss on the top of his head. Well, ok, maybe he’s not completely alone. He has one person.

“You ok Bill?”
“I’m fine.”
‘You sure? You’re being pouty and as cute as you look it usually means you’re upset.“
"Humph.”

Somehow Bill managed to make Dipper Pines of all people fall in love with him. He’s completely clueless as to how he did it. It was unintentional. As was letting Dipper manage to make him return the feelings. Bill’s never been able to feel like this before and it was weird at first, it’s still weird now, but Dipper helps make it ok. Dipper chuckled a little.

“Come on triangle man. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“No.”
“If you don’t I’m going to start kissing you.”
“…No.”
Dipper’s other arm went around Bill.
“Warned you.”

He kissed the ex-demon’s cheek once, twice, then peppered Bill’s entire face with kisses before Bill could hide it. Bill’s face was lighting up red already. He blames the body for how susceptible he is to getting flustered and he loves and hates in equal measure how Dipper knows every way to cause that fluster.

The boy uses his knowledge every instance he can too. It doesn’t help that Bill’s body is a measly 5'5. A good five inches shorter than Dipper and considerably weaker physically. Dipper kissed the corner of Bill’s mouth.

“Come on, love. Smile for me.”
“No.”
Bill replied childishly. Dipper laughed a little.
“Cutie.”

Dipper tuned Bill’s face to him and kissed him right on those pouting lips. Bill went a little redder but did kiss back. He ended up melting into it rather quickly and put his arms around Dipper to hold them together longer.

“You’re beautiful, Bill.”
“N-no I’m not.”

Bill averted his eyes but his blush was not going away anytime soon. If anything, it was probably going to get worse if Dipper was planning on going in the direction Bill thinks he is.

“Yes, you are. Your eyes are so bright they’re like polished god. I love just looking into them for hours especially when you’re happy because they just light up.”

Yeah, he’s definitely going in that direction. Bill let out a high-pitched whine and closed his eyes. He could feel Dipper place butterfly kisses over them before starting to talk again.

“I don’t know what you do but your skin is always so soft and smooth. I like to run my hands over you. You’re so soft.”

Dipper ran his hands over Bill’s bare arms and kissed him again.

“And you have such fluffy blond hair. It’s somehow even softer than your skin. I don’t know how you do it.”

He kissed Bill on the head this time.

“And you’re funny, and cute, and smart, and energetic. I love talking to you for hours. You honestly amaze me.”

Bill was completely scarlet. Even his ears were red. Dipper chuckled a little. He loves putting Bill like this. He kissed Bill’s lips again.

“I love you, Bill.”
“I love you too, pine tree.”

“Gonna tell me what’s wrong now or do I have to keep going on about how much I love you because I’m completely prepared to do that?”

Bill smiled a little.

“It’s nothing. I was just pondering my dependency on others to feel emotionally valid and how you’re the only one willing to give me the time of day. I barely even get tolerance here in the shack. It’s kind of upsetting but completely understandable.”

Dipper thought for a moment.

“You’re right. You need a more accepting environment and I’m an adult and can do what I want  so let’s just move out.”

Bill stared at Dipper.
“What?”

“Let’s move out of the shack together and go find someplace in America to live where people won’t have a pre-existing grudge on you. Simple solution and I think we’ll both be happier.”

“But your family- won’t you miss them?”
“I appreciate your concern and I’ll miss them, sure, but I’ll be ok. I can’t live here forever anyway.”
“You- you’d really move away from your family for me?”
“Yes. Someone has to make the step to branch out and now I have a reason to. You.”
“Thank you, pine tree.”
“We’re a team Bill. What you need matters to me and I’m never going to leave you behind.”

Dipper placed one more kiss on Bill’s lips and when they parted Bill was smiling for real. As they looked at each other they were both thinking the same thing.

When did they get so lucky?