that thing she did that one time

anonymous asked:

Lexi's first trip to the emergency room. What happens? Are there tears, anger, laughter? Were her parents there, or with aunts and uncles? Is Lexi okay with just a sprain and everyone was overreacting, or is it serious? Did Lexi punch a bully? (You're not invincible like Supergirl)

Lena may be overly concerned with her ability to mother from an emotional stand point, Kara is terrified of letting Lexi getting physically hurt or injured!  So one day when Lena is out of town Lexi gets a stomach ache, starts throwing up, etc. so Kara FREAKS! And all the gang is unavailable and she doesn’t know what to do so she takes Lexi to the hospital, calling Lena on the way, and it’s a good thing she did because it turns out it’s appendicitis.

Lena rushes home but Lexi is already in surgery by the time she gets there so she’s forced to pace the waiting room nervously with Kara. It’s total ‘mom’ moment as they worry over Lexi’s condition and occasionally Kara uses her super powers to check in. 

It’s such a relief when Lexi is finally out and awake because honestly Lena doesn’t think she’s ever been this worried about anything or every seen a more pitiful sight that her baby hooked up to all those lines and monitors.

Lexi is a good sport though, insisting on showing off her wounds to her Aunt Alex (who gushes about what a bad ass she is). Her Aunt Maggie presents her with a junior detective badge, her Uncle James manages to sneak in Daisy for a few minutes, Uncle Winn brings her some new Supergirl pajamas, and her Papa J’onn brings her a gigantic teddy bear that’s bigger than she is. (also can you imagine J’onn carrying a huge teddy bear around the hospital? everybody stares at him but he doesn’t give a shit because his granddaughter is in the hospital and she deserves a giant teddy bear, damnit!)

When she goes home there’s lots of snuggle time and Kara and Lena go hoarse reading her books and maybe they’re a little over protective during the recovery period, but can you blame them?

anonymous asked:

Unpopular opinion: touka Acknowledged shironeki's change, she just couldn't accept the destruction that was causing him(losing himself slowly). Sadly, it obviously came out wrong when she tried to voice it out due to her old miscommunications issues.

Hm, well Touka was certainly worried for his safety during that time, but I’m sure that a lot of her frustration came specifically from how Shironeki treated her. 

Kaneki abandoning her for the sake of protecting her really rubs her up the wrong way, because Arata did the same thing (albeit his death was unintentional, but he still disappeared from her life) and so did Ayato (becoming stronger in Aogiri to protect her). It’s extremely patronising and she rightfully resents it since it always leads to loved ones causing her pain because they don’t think she can handle herself. 

So she does resent Kaneki’s new persona on that front, but you’re right in pointing out that she also wants to stop him from walking down a self-destructive path - the Ghoul’s path, a path she’s walked on herself before.

This is Touka ‘Let’s bring the fight to the Doves!” Kirishima talking here, after all.

She was mad at Shironeki both because he was hurting her and because he was hurting himself. She was totally justified in all she did on the bridge - true, it was delivered in a very, uhm, Touka way, but that’s precisely what wakes Kaneki up to the ridiculousness of his overprotectiveness of her. Let’s not forget, if the Anteiku raid hadn’t happened when it did, Kaneki would have come back to Anteiku and his tragedy would have hit the pause button. Still reeling from the death of Arima, Kaneki’s slipped back into ‘protective’ mode recently, but Touken talk 2.0 should fix that right up.

fashi0nmistake  asked:

The writing prompt meme- #50 "I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.” The Starklings. It's such a sibling prompt!

“What? It’s a great idea!”

“Robb, it’s a terrible idea! Mom doesn’t even like hockey,” Sansa protested.

Her older brother looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Of course she likes hockey! She has never missed a single game any one of us has played in unless two of us were playing at the same time in different rinks! She’s been to more games than Dad, Sansa!”

Sansa rolled her eyes. “OK. She doesn’t like hockey unless one or more of you idiots are playing. This isn’t just Dad’s anniversary! Stanley Cup playoff tickets are a terrible anniversary gift.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re the only person in this family who never played, Sansa! You probably want to send them to the dumb old ballet!” nine year old Rickon protested.

“No, I don’t,” Sansa said, in a voice alarmingly like their mother’s when her patience was nearly at an end. “I’m perfectly well aware that Dad has no interest in the ballet unless I’m dancing.”

“Well, ballet’s boring,” Rickon pronounced, making a face that had Robb, Jon, and Bran all laughing in spite of Sansa’s glaring at them.

“I hate all of you!” Sansa exclaimed as she dramatically turned causing her hair to swish around her shoulders and flounce out of the room. 

From her perch on the back of the couch by the window, Arya sighed. She’d never admit it to a living soul, but she did envy her sister’s ability to do that kind of stuff with her hair, even if Sansa was acting like a baby.

They were all acting like babies. Stupid babies.

Before she could mention that to them, however, Robb turned on Rickon. “Nice going, kid!” he said sarcastically. “Now she’d bailed on us!”

“You laughed!” Rickon protested, throwing his empty Coke can at Robb’s head.

Robb ducked of course, and the can, which apparently wasn’t entirely empty, hit the wall behind him, splattering Coke on a portrait of their family taken on a vacation to the beach about seven years ago. Their mother loved that picture.

“Nice,” Arya said, swinging her legs over the back of the couch and standing up. “You all are just brilliant. We’ve all been saving money for a damn year, and now that it’s time to actually plan this thing, we’ve talked for an hour, decided nothing, chased off Sansa, and gotten coke all over Mom’s favorite picture.

As Robb and Rickon both started to protest, Arya spoke over them. “Robb, go get Sansa back here. I know she’s bossy, but she listens to you more than the rest of us, and does anybody think we can actually plan this without her?”

She looked around the room at her siblings and cousin. Nobody actually disputed that statement. “Go on, Robb!” she said when he didn’t move. “Grovel if you have to, but get her back here.”

“Rickon’s the one who pissed her off!” Robb protested. 

Arya loved her oldest brother, she truly did. He was a wonderful guy. But sometimes when he felt angry or unjustly accused, he could be the biggest baby of all of them. “Yeah. And he’s NINE. Your twenty. Suck it up, Robb. You all laughed, and it was your dumb suggestion that we send Mom and Dad to the playoffs as our gift which got Sansa riled up in the first place. Besides,” she turned to glare at her youngest brother, and the smirk he’d been directing at Robb disappeared immediately. “Rickon has to go get a rag and clean his damn mess. None of us will be alive to give Mom and Dad anything if Mom sees that picture that like that!”

Rickon, fully aware that he couldn’t escape responsibility for the Coke can incident and with no desire to end up on the receiving end of the wrath of Catelyn Stark (in spite of the fact that Mom tended to let him skate more often than anyone because he was the BABY), scampered toward the kitchen in search of cleaning supplies immediately. 

Robb made a face at her that caused him to look alarmingly like Rickon, but he then agreed to go in search of their sister, muttering under his breath as he went. “And she calls SANSA bossy!”

“Well?” Arya asked as Bran and Jon stared at her in silence. 

“Well what?” Bran asked.

“Well where do you two think we should send them?” she asked in exasperation. These two had contributed very little to the discussion so far, although to be fair, neither had she–except to give them an update on their general budget. 

Even the older kids agreed that fifteen year old Arya was the best of all of them at math, so while Robb had opened the bank account last year because only he and Jon were over eighteen and could do it without their parents’ knowledge, Arya had managed it. The others had given her their contributions and she’d made deposits with Robb’s permission and kept track of the balance. Considering that only Jon, Robb, and Sansa had jobs–and they weren’t exactly full time or well-paying, they’d managed to collect quite a sum over the past year. Arya herself had done some math tutoring to raise money. She’d even babysat a few times, which was torture. Of course, she’d never tell the others that the primary way she’d managed to make her contributions almost as big as those of the older three was by giving Gendry money to bet on various sports events. First of all, she wasn’t supposed to still be seeing him and she didn’t want Dad to murder him, and second of all, Dad would likely murder HER if he found out she was gambling. Even for a good cause.

“They’re not really my parents, Arya,” Jon mumbled. “I really think you five should …”

“And THAT has got to be the stupidest thing of all the stupid things said in here so far today!” she exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “You’ve practically lived here your whole life, Jon, and you gave the most money out of anybody! You get a vote!”

“I didn’t put money in to get a vote,” Jon said almost sullenly. “I did it because Uncle Ned and Aunt Cat have given me pretty much everything I have.”

“They love you, Jon,” Bran insisted. “You’re as much their kid as any of us.”

Jon nodded a bit, but he didn’t smile, and under his breath he muttered something like “But they never had to do that” which caused Arya to roll her eyes again.

She adored Jon. It was almost funny because even though he wasn’t technically her brother, his was the face that came first to her mind if anyone asked if she had a favorite sibling. After all, he’d been the one who convinced her mother to not only allow her to play hockey, but to let her play on the boys’ team. But if Robb could drive her crazy sometimes with his belief that things were always supposed to go his way, Jon could make her equally nuts with his insistence on martyrdom at times.

“Seriously, boys, we’ve got enough to give them a really nice vacation somewhere. Not airfare, but Grandpa Hoster said he’d kick that in so we need to come up with something great.”

“What about Disney World?” Bran asked. “They both said that was a great trip when we all went three years ago.”

“Because we were all there,” Jon said. “It was a great family trip, but neither of your parents cared much about most of the rides. I think for just the two of them, maybe someplace else will be better.”

Bran frowned. “But what will they do anywhere without all of us there? I mean … they never go anywhere without us–except for Dad’s work trips. Won’t they get bored?”

Arya met Jon’s eyes and both of them tried mightily not to laugh. Bran was thirteen, old enough and smart enough to understand what went on between men and women, but still young enough to be completely oblivious to the idea of their parents as anything other than just their parents. Heck, she was fifteen and had a not-so-secret much older not-a-boyfriend and still didn’t like to think too closely about what went on in Mom’s and Dad’s bedroom when the door was locked, but she had no doubts they wouldn’t get bored on a kid-free vacation!

“They won’t get bored, Bran,” Jon said. “They do like each other, you know.” He laughed just a bit and reached over to ruffle Bran’s hair. 

Bran blushed then. “I know that!” he sputtered. “I just meant … I just …”

“Don’t worry, Bran,” Arya laughed. “It wasn’t even close to the stupidest suggestion we’ve had.”

“What about you, Bossy?” Robb asked as he came back into the family room, followed by a still pouting Sansa. “What brilliant ideas do you have?”

“I don’t know,” Arya said. “But it should be someplace they would both like. So no hockey. And no ballet.”

“I never said …” Sansa started.

“I know you never said ballet,” Arya interrupted quickly. “I’m just trying to make a point. Nothing that just Dad loves or just Mom loves. It has to be something they love together. What do they both love?”

“Me!” Rickon offered with a grin as he walked back in with glass cleaner and a rag. 

Everyone laughed. “Well, yes, Rickon,” Bran said. “We’ve already established that Mom and Dad love all of us, but this trip is just for the two of them.”

Before Arya and Jon could even cover their smiles at Bran’s about-face on couples trips, Rickon grinned more widely. “I didn’t say us,” he said, sticking a tongue out at Bran. “I said me. They only had all you losers trying to get a kid as awesome as me! That’s why they stopped once they got perfection!”

“You wish!” Bran told him, pulling the little cushion he kept behind his back in his wheelchair out and flinging at at the youngest Stark. Of course, he hit a vase which fell to the floor and broke instead.

“I’m not cleaning that!” Rickon announced.

“Could everyone refrain from doing anything stupid for longer than five minutes?” Arya asked in frustration.

Jon, who’d been standing closest to the vase, bent to start picking up the pieces.

“They both like the country as opposed to big cities,” Sansa said. “I mean, Mom likes the city, but Dad hates it. And even Mom is happier surrounded by green.”

That was actually a useful observation. Sansa really was good at this stuff. Even if she was constantly in other people’s business and wasn’t as perfect as everybody thought. “That’s good, Sans,” Arya said. “What else?”

“Water,” Robb offered. “Mom loves being on the water. And Dad does, too, as long as it’s not too hot. No place tropical.” 

“But warm enough to swim,” Jon put in, having somehow dispatched Rickon to fetch a broom and dustpan without making a fuss or raising a protest from the kid. “Aunt Cat loves to swim, and Uncle Ned loves watching her do it.”

“Eww!” Robb protested. “That’s my mother you’re talking about Jon.”

“Yeah, I know. And it’s obvious your dad thinks she’s the hottest woman around every time he looks at her, and this IS an anniversary trip.”

“Just shut up already, Jon,” Robb said, getting a bit red in the face.

One look at Jon told Arya that wasn’t going to happen. Jon and Robb were almost exactly the same age and had been closer than any real twins their whole lives, but they did love to aggravate each other. With a wicked gleam in his grey eyes, he said, “We definitely need to make sure the hotel room is really nice–in case they never leave it.”

Robb flew at Jon and tackled him. Thankfully, nothing fell to the floor except the two of them, and neither of them was truly angry so they just wrestled for a moment with Jon laughing so hard the whole time that Robb finally couldn’t help laughing as well. “Idiot,” he muttered, as he stood up to let Jon off the floor. “Just shut up about my parents’ sex lives, okay? Five times. That’s all I’ve got to acknowledge, man. Five times.”

Of course, that comment caused Sansa, Arya, and even Bran to dissolve into laughter until Rickon finally asked, “Five times what? And you’re not supposed to talk about sex. Big Walder Frey got sent to the principal’s office for talking about sex to some girl on the playground. She called him a dirty liar and told the teacher!”

That stopped the laughter pretty quickly. 

“Hey, bud,” Robb said, going to put an arm around Rickon. “Whatever that Frey kid says about anything is probably wrong.” Arya was honestly quite impressed at how quickly he’d gone from total dork into mature responsible big brother mode.

Rickon looked up at Robb a moment, as if considering his words. “Yeah. He lies a lot,” he said finally. “Is it true that …”

“Later, Rickon,” Robb interrupted with only the slightest hint of red returning to his cheeks. “Ask me later. Or better yet, ask Dad.”

“Please,” Arya said. “We need to stick to the topic at hand. Mom and Dad will be home soon, and who knows when we’ll get everybody here at once and them gone again. So no more acting like idiots. Are we all good with finding someplace in the country–on a lake maybe?”

“With a great big bed …” Jon mumbled, before bursting into laughter again.

Normally, Arya loved seeing Jon’s playful, teasing side, but as Robb punched him hard in the arm, and Rickon looked as if he were trying very hard to puzzle something out, she’d had enough. “That’s it! I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.”

“Hear, hear!” said Sansa. She turned and pulled a little basket down off one of the shelves. “This will do for now,” she said. “We can get an official jar later. Now, let’s get this trip planned.”

All the boys adopted serious expressions, and everyone who’d been standing found places to sit. Arya looked gratefully at her sister. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d wanted so much to just hug Sansa.

“The mountains,” Robb said. “Dad likes mountains, and it doesn’t get too warm there ever. But as long as it gets sunny and warm at all during the day, Mom will swim. You know her.”

“Yes!” Sansa nearly squealed. “And there are places with warm springs. I bet I could find someplace like that! And they could take long walks and go hiking and watch sunsets and have breakfast in bed and …”

Arya smiled as Sansa waxed poetic about the ideal vacation spot for Mom and Dad. The others actually all looked pretty excited now as she talked about it, and Arya had every confidence that their sister would get on-line and find a real-life place that wasn’t too far from the image in her head now that it seemed they’d agreed on a general idea. 

Maybe she’d keep the idiot jar (or basket), though. With this bunch, she could likely raise enough to do a vacation for the entire family next in no time at all. 

I don’t normally post long personal messages on here but I have a lot to say about this band that’s honestly given me some of the best and worst times of my life. 

When I first joined the fandom it was early 2013. Best Song Ever had just been released and I got a call from a friend asking me to watch this music video “a few times” since she was helping in the breaking of a record. And I did. And with all things One Direction, one moment I’m watching music videos confused about which one is called what and the next minute (next month after hours of watching videos and finding blogs and reading masterposts and watching gifs with literal magnifying glasses and just generally falling down the rabbit hole) there I was, completely and utterly infatuated with five boys from the UK and so so fiercely protective of them, I managed to amaze myself even. 

 The shipping and eventually believing Harry and Louis were together didn’t start until later. It was one of my earliest introductions into closeting and bearding and contracts and management and going deeper than just the music aspect of a band. I never expected to get so involved and so attached and feel SO much for people that I’ve only even looked at through whatever screen and voices I’ve heard through speakers (I live in India and they’ve never been here and I’ll always be Bitter AF about missing TMH and UAN entirely but also missing the chance to watch them live in the two tours that followed). I never thought I’d feel sympathy towards two rich white boys but they deserve to love each other openly and freely because love is love is love and they should have that. 

 I fell in love with their music and their lyrics and the way they made me laugh in interviews and this blog is such a love letter to them, a letter of pure gratitude. (mixed in with some memes lol) When I was in a negative mental space, I listened to Happily and Strong and Through the Dark, when I felt bullied I turned to Home and Fireproof and Drag Me Down, when I was happy I listened to No Control, Wmyb and Kiss You and I Want (honestly even their teen pop boppy songs will always be Such A Jam). 18, Ready to Run, Perfect, Stockholm Syndrome, MitAM has got to be one of my favorite albums of all times across all genres. I love them like, I genuinely feel proud when they win awards and absolutely feel amazed with their charity work and squeal when they do tiny bits of fan service oh my god remember Niall’s like month of ot5 and then ot4 selfies that was such a treat. 

 Speaking of fans though. This has to be one of the most brilliant fandoms I’ve ever experienced. The artwork, the fiction(!!!!!!!!) the brains, the intellect, the drama, literally everything single thing that was made possible through a micro blogging website with a shitty mobile app. I can’t explain… I’m not eloquent enough but also, I don’t think anyone can ever explain what it’s like loving One Direction, feeling loved by them and having a large large society of people all across the world feeling the same things as you do, celebrating it and not shunning you for being passionate about a boyband of all things. It’s a blessing one that I am so honored to have witnessed and received.

OneD Day literally who the hell decided 8 hours of live streaming was a good idea and why did they never do that again. RBB and SBB, the Big Gay War, “have you ever gotten a girlfriend just for the winter”, the Wellington curse, who the hell wrote TIF and where are they now, JAMES CORDEN, Project No Control, when they randomly dropped Fireproof, oh god remember timeline posts, “Big Larries” LAIRPORT!!!!, AIMH, he got the dagger- he actually did that, If I Could Fly. “some people genuinely, like genuinely believe”, that one Much Music interview where H and L literally just held each other the whole time, H and L in Texas you know exactly which time I’m talking about, November of 2014 was the wildest week ever, Larents, The Hug that watered my crops and cleared my skin for me, the earth is literally blue and green, the white tshirt that they share, hahahahhaha the Calder triplets theory, oh my god remember how ugly and gross F*Z were ew, Harry’s Vine phase RIP, only posting in black and white, when Zayn left the band, like no one who wasn’t here would ever understand that. No one would understand why or how I’ve read two boys fall in love in a thousand different ways and why a lot of fan fiction in the one direction fandom is a better experience than most published literature I can’t explain this phenomenon to anyone and I don’t think I’ll ever try because so much of it will get lost in translation like people will look at me like I’m crazy and honestly all of us probably are mental but I blame those 5 boys (I’m so forever mad at Zayn but he was there for longer than he was gone and like. Veronica Malik okay cmon) 

I don’t know why I decided to do this today but I do know that it’s been coming on for a while now. I’m not going anywhere, Jesus I don’t think I have the self control to actually leave like Harry’s single is coming out next week and imma wannabe right here screaming along with everybody. But I have to try and go away for a bit. I think everyone here understands that. I always wanted to make it to the finish line and I feel like I will like the winds of change or whatever are definitely blowing through the One Direction fandom, I’m just not sure I want to be here long enough to watch them become villains so to speak. Like they are my heroes right now and I feel like it hasn’t been that way for a while and it’s not worth ending four beautiful years on a bitter note. 

I did want to say a Massive™ thank you to some People who’ve made my fandom experience amazing. It’s been amazing following you for the last many years (hahahahahahaha say that to someone in real life). I’m tagging as many as I can remember off the top of my head and then just everyone who’s here and reading this. I was never very vocal, I’m so much more content with just having the greatness thrust upon me at least in regards to my Tumblr experience and if I never come back at least you know the impact you’ve had on like one person’s life. Thank you for everything, I hope you get to be happiest in whatever you choose to do. I wouldn’t be able to walk away without letting you know in some form or the other that you’ve been an on going part of my fandom experience. Like it would feel wrong regardless of how one sided this whole love affair has been. I wish I could share nachos with all of you cuties and I wish I could hug every single one of you. 

@allegedlymags @verily-i-say @aaronbutterfield @scrufflecake @zarah5undercover @worshippedlove @lads-laddylads @since-he-was-eighteen @100percentsassy @gloriaandrews @srslycris @diggingandfluff @whisperedlouis @yourssincerelylarry @genuinelybelieve @alivingfire @birdonahotdog @otpwhatever @too-old-for-this-ship @tommosnips @bethaboolou @britishhusbands @parentinglarenting @16meets18 @thesefiveidiots @thebritishboyfriends @theboyfriendstagram @hazzzlou @nsfwboyfriends @boringangel @purestlarry @honestlea @drinking-to-supress-devotion @louisappreciation @alecanna @accidentalsoulmates @haydolce @nottooldforthisship 

I’m sure I’ve left out a hundred other people but honestly this is making me so sad I’m about to cry. I hope the end of 2017 looks different to what the start of 2017 looked like for our boys (but like, Steve should still be there, he’s a doll). Thank you so much. It’s been Incredible. Cheers to Harry, Louis, Liam and Niall and to all of you. (If you’re of the legal drinking age in your place of residence) 

Yours Sincerely, 

(lol, I’m not telling you my name, you’re all actual strangers on the internet)

anonymous asked:

What if Kara slowly introduces Lena to more informal side of life so she gets to do many things she had been taught all her life not to do bc she's a Luthor.. stuff like drinking beer straight from the bottle, putting feet on table etc

You know Lena thinks it so weird the first time she goes to game night and everyone just kind of half sits on couch, half on the floor and eats takeout all around the coffee table. And Kara hands her a plastic fork? and this is most definitely not a wine glass, but it has wine in it?

And the first time Kara builds them a pillow fort in front of the tv is an experience to be sure! And Kara gets so excited every time Lena experiences something new!

Bonus HC- one time they all convince Lena that some weird thing is what ‘regular people’ do. and so she finally does it and they all die laughing because they can’t believe she actually did it. She wants to be mad, but she’s honestly never felt so included? because instead of her Luthor upbringing being an obstacle they all just tease her about it and she’s never really had friends close enough to tease her about anything so she wears it like a badge of honor!

I thought I would keep it for myself because I don’t want to be involved in the drama which is surely in the sgrs tag right now but… I don’t know how to shut my damn mouth or stop my fingers to move on my keyboard so :

To me perhaps that “the thing” happened at a moment both were at their weakest. Perhaps Konatsu just wanted to end what she had in mind. Perhaps Yakumo just lets it happened as he did when he was younger: paralysed. It happened just one time but it had huge consequence. Yakumo never knew that  Shinnosuke was technically his son, even with the huge connection he grew to have with him, and Konatsu kept it as a secret which was actually the main reason of her emotional state for a while. Knowing her mother, she tried to remain strong and Yotaro helped her in it without knowing. At some point, this truth had no value, and like many things in this story, will fall into oblivion.

It’s what I like to think.

anonymous asked:

could I maybe ask you to do a background write-up for She-Hulk? (Similar to the one you did for x-23?) I was always confused with her backstory and I'd love to get into her comics, I just don't know where to start.

Already done, here you go, click the hyperlink down there. These were all from 2015 though. I don’t really have the time to do these nowadays, so probably won’t be doing anymore, but these are saved for posterity lol. 
She-Hulk (Jennifer Walters is one of the greatest Avengers of all time)
Carol Danvers
They’re all under the “who is that character” tag on my blog.

Idk how far back you want to dig, but the 2004-2005 She-Hulk series wouldn’t be a bad place to start. Just 12 issues. After that, there was a 2005-2009 She-Hulk series, 38 issues, enjoyed that also. 
But honestly, it doesn’t really matter too much where you start, comics are a mess lol.

Solangelo Parenting

Illisia was the daughter of Nico di Angelo and Will Solace. That being said, sometimes he homelife could get weird. This was one of those times…

Illisia walked into her house to find the strangest thing. Her fathers were sitting on the couch staring at one of her bras on the coffee table. He the bra got there she did not know.

“Is that… Is that my bra?” she asked.

Her fathers hummed in agreement.

Nico then asked, “When did you boobs get so big?”


Then her other father went all doctory just then, “She probably gets if from my side of the family. Apollo’s descendants tend to be beach babes, I guess that included boobs.”

“Did you just call me a beach babe?” Illisia asked.

“Shh,” Will said, “We’re trying to figure this out.”

Illisia sighed, “Okay… I’m going over to Drake’s.”

Her fathers hummed as she walked off. If it took her leaving out a bra to get to hang out with her boyfriend this late at night then she might just have to do that more often.

anonymous asked:

i love bitter antis oh my "how is this shady she's not with fredmus now she would have him all over her sm if she was" and still lottie has never posted any photo of brett jr on any of her sm and she has seen that kid so many times I LOVE LOTTIE

Lottie is the best 

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:But they are playing the “privacy” game. I mean, they aren’t private since Breep still posts pics, Louis still tweets about the kid ocasionally etc but they try to create an illusion of “privacy”, so the siblings don’t post about the kid. But I think at the beginning Lotts posted one. It was the one with the earring, I think.

Louis posted that one. Lottie never did. And besides, before the privacy thing, everyone was posting, even Jay. Lottie could’ve posted all she wanted but she didn't 

Things Hamilton Doesn’t Tell You

Alexander and Eliza had 8 children. One of them was named Angelica.

Speaking of Angelica, she actually eloped with her husband to England. Maybe she did love him a little bit.

The Schuyler sisters were 3 of 14 Schuyler children, 8 who lived to adulthood. Angelica’s father did in fact have sons.

Maria Reynolds eventually divorced her husband. And get this, her attorney was Aaron Burr.

Angelica’s son Phillip worked for Alexander Hamilton as an aide-de-camp.

Once upon a time, a bunch of Tories and Native Americans broke into the Schuyler mansion, intending to seize the Schuyler sisters’ father. Everyone, including Angelica and Eliza, who were both pregnant, ran upstairs, but they forgot a baby downstairs, so Peggy went to get the baby and got confronted by the group. She scared off the group of Tories and Native Americans, but she did get a tomahawk thrown at her. 

Angelica’s son named a town after her. Best mother’s day gift ever.

Eliza and Alexander adopted a two-year-old girl whose mother had died and who lived with them until she was 12 and went to go live with her sister. 

Eliza lost both of her parents, Alexander, her son, and Angelica all within a 4 year period. She outlived all of her siblings except the youngest.

After Alexander died, Eliza made James Monroe apologize for his accusations of financial speculation against Alexander.

I supported Bernie more passionately than anything i’ve ever supported in this country. I voted for him, wore his merchandise, his bumper sticker still sits proudly on my car, but I will not be writing him in next week.

Immediately after his loss I looked for hope in the green party, joined jill steins meme dank stash, did research on her policies and though I was skeptic about a few things I had hope. But as time went on just like the rest of the candidates she too proved to be just not enough. Her failure to run an effective campaign and her anti-science pandering was too much for me and I found myself staring dreadfully at our only two real choices.

Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton.

God knows I do not want to vote for either of these two vile, corrupted, insane individuals. One is a clown and the other a robot, both interested in their own agendas and not the well being of the people they wish to lead. I’m tired of the news, i’m tired of the drama, I’m tired of cringe worthy arguments on facebook. So I went back to the last thing I believed in, and listened to Bernie. He believed in us, and so I am choosing to believe in him. He had an idea for the future and an idea for what it meant to be free and be great, and i know he hasn’t given up on those ideas, so I will listen to him and vote for Hillary because a protest vote won’t help anyone, or anything, a protest vote won’t help him or the ideologies that I stand for. And voting for Trump would be voting for everything he fought for, so I will vote for Hillary. Not because I’m a shill, or a hillbot, because God I despise that human being. But because the alternative is the exact opposite of what I stand for, so I have to make a sacrifice and vote for the lesser evil because my future and the future of my daughter depends on it.

Things One Day at a Time did:

  • Is about a cuban family living in the states
  • Gives us complex and multilayered latinx characters
  • Talks about latinx stereotypes in a comprehensive and relatable way 
  • Shows us healthy relationships between latinx 
  • A nice loving and relatable relationship between siblings
  • Shows what it’s like to be a latinx immigrant
  • Has discussions about religion and what it means to latinx 
  • Has a strong latina veteran as a lead
  • Shows us the different hardships she faces as a veteran
  • Shows the stigma mentally ill latinx face within our own communities 
  • Support between WoC
  • Layered and complicated talks about feminism (within and outside latinx community)
  • Explains the hardships of what it’s like to be a latinx person having to leave your country behind
  • Has a storyline about undocumented immigrants 
  • Has a coming out story :’) 
  • Shows us the different difficulties/layers of what’s like to come out within the latinx community 
  • Is just a wholesome show that made me cry and laugh more times than I can count
floriana’s livestream 01/07/17
  • “Sanvers is good, I worked with Chyler this week”
  • “I will definitely do one of these (a livestream) with Chyler”
  • “Hi, I’m Detective Dimples.”
  • “I will definitely get a picture with Chyler-” (she got cut off cause the pup did something lol)
  • fav thing about working on supergirl: “The people I work with, I love them.”
  • fav thing about maggie: “She’s def an inspiration”
  • how was the audition process?: “I auditioned with Chyler.”
  • who do you love most on set?: “I spend the most time with Chyler but I love everybody.”
  • “Something about sanvers? Its really fun to play, I love how much everyone loves [them], all the great fans of sanvers.”
  • Will we see maggies daughter?: “I don’t know”
  • okay im sorry i kinda died when katie was mentioned so it was something along the lines of: “katie mcgrath is awesome, i love her, shes super interesting and smart”
  • “have i heard chyler sing? she is so good, yes i have”
  • “katies birthday? i dont know when her birthday is”
  • best thing about melissa?: “her laugh is the best, she really belly laughs, its the best”
  • “What are crack videos?”
  • “I love Kate McKinnon, I met her recently”
  • “theres a sanvers rap song? oh i should look that up”
  • THEY LOOKED UP SANVERS CRACKVIDS — she couldn’t watch it cause she can’t watch herself
  • “Hi, Floriana’s Dimples groupchat.”
  • “i dont like leaving when they say ‘dont leave’ “
  • I flove you guys back
  • “Hi supergays, I flove you too”  (i think this was a shoutout??? but i too am a supergay)
  • “this is bad i feel bad” (when ending the livestream)

update this also happened: “I’m kissing little grey, that’s cute”

also this: explained what sanvers is.. idk how to explain just watch this video



mr. clarke & his cute as fuck girlfriend during their movie night – requested by anonymous

The End Times

I was the first one to see a falling angel.

I was in my backyard stargazing, when a bright light streaked across the sky and a few moments later Gabriela smashed into my backyard.

She was really tall, I had to use two mattresses for her bed and move out most of the things in my living room to make room for her to sleep. She was very badly injured. Something had taken huge bites out of her chest, her eyes had been ripped out and one of her wings had been torn off. She spent most of her time unconscious and the rest gibbering in an unknown tongue.

She only spoke to me twice, once to tell me her name and the other time was to respond to a question I had asked her. “How did you get injured Gabriela?” I had asked. “War” she replied. She died a few hours after that.

In the following days, more and more angels fell from the sky. These angels however, were already dead, their bodies had been mutilated, sometimes so badly, that if not for their height and wings, we wouldn’t know for sure if they were angels. Surprisingly, while many people panicked, peace as a whole was kept and it only took a few days before the buses and trains were running on time again.

When the rain of corpses from heaven stopped, people were overjoyed. When huge cracks in the earth started to appear, they were less so. When fire and lava began to bubble up through the cracks, people rushed to monasteries, churches, mosques, and temples, anywhere they thought they might find answers. When the earth rumbled, and the cracks opened to spew out a horde of demons, we finally understood.

You see, the demons were all dead. Their bodies had been mutilated, just like the angels were. I thought that heaven and hell were in a war against one another, but they were actually fighting together. Against something else, something worse.

And it had won.


“We’d like to volunteer.” Cassian said.

She didn’t trust him. She didn’t trust anything the galaxy could throw at her. “Why?”

He smiled, and it died on his face. “Some of us-” He hesitated, waited until Jyn’s gaze had met his. “-most of us, we’ve done terrible things on behalf of the Rebellion.” He spoke matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious truth in the world. “We’re spies. Saboteurs. Assassins.”

Jyn spared another glance at the soldiers. They were looking at her, one and all, as if awaiting judgement.

Was it a confession?

“Everything I did,” Cassian said, “I did for the Rebellion. And every time I walked away from something I wanted to forget I told myself it was for a cause that I believed in. A cause that was worth it.”

He was almost stumbling over his sentences, forcing each out before he lost his nerve. Like a man wrenching a dislocated limb into place, one agonizing pull at a time.

He went on: “Without that -without a cause- we’re lost. Everything we’ve done would have been for nothing. I couldn’t face myself if I gave up now. None of us could.”

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story by Alexander Freed

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It was the same thing every time. Slow thrust, kiss, whisper your love for each other and then hand holding. You loved every second of that. Barry told you every single hour that he loved you. And all he did was make love to you, nice and slow, where you could be close to each other and rest your foreheads together. You loved Barry with all your heart but slow just didn’t cut it for you anymore.

The first time you confronted Barry about it, he reasoned with you, sped up a little bit and you made a really strange noise (indicating you loved it) and he figured he hurt you by accident because he was too fast. If Barry even thought about thoroughly fucking you, he would start to vibrate. But he’d never touch you when he did, his excitement about his fantasy would scare him into thinking he would lose control.

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tv wlw appreciation week • favourite wlw character: alice pieszecki (the l word)

“hello and welcome to alice in lesboland


Some old doodles that I did last year uwu since you guys loved this au so much!

Some things to know about this au (aka: the parent trap au) 

  • Lance and his girlfriend had the baby the last year of high school. Lance is the type of guy who wanted to wait for “the one” before having sex, so you can guess how in love he was about her. Sadly, the gf didn’t felt the same and the moment she had the baby she left him with her. 
  • Adriana has ADHD just like her father
  • Lance is studying to become a pediatrician but also he has a part-time job in a store. His parents pay for his studies but he has to pay for his apartment and their everyday need. 
  • He barely has time to spend with Adriana, so here comes cool uncle Hunk to help them out and be Adriana’s baby sitter whenever Lance needs it
  • Keith is Adriana’s favorite teacher, even if she hates math, he always helps her when she is lost (also he has a motorcycle! how cool is that!?)
  • Adriana has the looks of his father but the shape of her eyes are like her mother, she was of asian roots so Adriana has asian shaped eyes. 
  • Lance and Keith knew each other from high school, but they never really talked before
  • Lance has a new girlfriend right now. she’s the first gf he had had since Adriana’s mother left him. Adriana hates her.
  • Normally is Hunk who goes to the parent meetings and to pick Adriana from school. 
  • Adriana really loves his dad, she’s so proud of him and knows he’s doing his best. 
  • Adriana is a very smart girl, her favorite classes are science and PE. She can’t seem to be still though, school is difficult some times when there’s too much written information.
  • In this au Lance, Keith and Hunk are 25y/o while Adriana is 7 
  • Adriana stopped asking about her mother when she was 5y/o, she realized that it hurt her father and she left betrayed by her.
the gang in group projects

- Sam actually tries to get things done

- Magnus sometimes forgets to show up to help

- Alex does show up, and spends the entire time fuming about how nobody is helpful

- when Magnus actually is there, he and Alex spend the entire time flirting

- Blitz is the only one with nice slides

- Hearth did it all the night before

- his slides were memes

- most of them face the unholy wrath of Samirah Al-Abbas because she did almost everything