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Alex Galchenyuk #4

Requested by Anon:  Hey! I love your writting! You’re the best imagine blog on tumblr. Take your time, but can I have an imagine where the reader is dating Alex Galchenyuk, but prefers gally’s burger in McDonald’s duel gallagher vs galchenyuk? Something funny where the boys chirp eachothers about it. Thank you ❤️

*Hiii! Thank you so so much! Here it is. I hope you like it. :) Funny and sweet! Enjoy!:)*

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Originally posted by gallylove

The door to the dressing room banged open and you almost jumped from shock. A grinning – very widely, by the way – Brendan Gallagher led the pack of exiting athletes. His grin spread even wider when he saw you leaning against the wall at your usual spot, a little farther from where the fans gather – so they can have their time with the athletes and not for any other reasons.

“Sooo,” he drawled, walking over to you, “I heard you went to McDonald’s,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

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Out Of Nothing At All - Nine

The building Spencer led you into didn’t look at all like a care facility or hospital, more like a huge old mansion that had been converted. He was obviously paying out a lot of money to make sure his mother was being properly cared for, something you knew he felt guilty that he couldn’t do himself.

One of the nurses came rushing over, instantly recognising him from his previous visits.

“Dr Reid! How lovely to see you again. Oooh your Mama’s gonna be so happy. Two visits in two months, she’ll wonder what’s happening.” The woman fussed over him, signing him into the visitors book.

“Yes, I erm…. have some important news for her that couldn’t be given via letter or phone. Is she okay today?”

“Today is a good day sugar. Important news eh? I’m sure she’ll be telling us about it after you’ve left. She always does. I’ll take you through.”

You trailed behind Spencer taking in the brightly but tastefully decorated walls until you reached a half open door. The nurse tapped on it, before pushing it open.

“Diana? We have a visitor for you, look who it is!” the nurse gushed.

Inside the room you spotted an older woman seated by a window, a huge volume of text sat upon her lap. She looked nothing like her son physically, yet as she looked over at you both and smiled as she took in Spencer, you could detect a similarity between the two. Something in the mannerisms.

“I’ll leave you to it. Dr Lawrence will be around later Spencer if you want to go over anything with him.” The nurse left the room.

“My my…. To what do I owe this pleasure dear son? And you’ve bought a friend too I see.”

“Hi Mom…. Erm this is…..”

“Agent Y/F/N right? I recognise her from the description in your letters. Welcome, Y/N. Now tell me; is the FBI in need of my assistance again? It’s not very often two federal agents turn up in my room together.”

The woman was a talker, just like her son. Reid tugged you into the room leading you over to the seat opposite his mother and motioning for you to sit down. You could feel her eyes on you, observing your interactions with her only child. Reid bent to her, kissing her cheek and giving an awkward hug before perching himself on the arm of the chair you’d lowered yourself into.

“Hi Mrs Reid. Yes I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You waved at her and saw her piercing eyes travel down your body and settle around your middle, her eyebrows then raising. Your t-shirt today had been slightly tighter than the ones you’d become accustomed to wearing recently, and although you were barely showing you could see a flicker in her eyes.

She knew. Well at least you could tell where Reid got his profiling skills from.

She looked to her son and then back to you before her lips turned up into a smile. “Will I be needing to go hat shopping?” she asked.

Ahhh shit.

“What?” Spencer gave a small laugh, confused by his mother’s question. You hit him on the leg, muttering, “she knows” under your breath.

“Wait, how?”

“A mothers instinct my darling boy. So it’s true? I’m going to be a grandmother.”

Spencer nodded and a grin broke across his mother’s face.

“When? How far along are you Y/N?”

You went to answer her but Spencer got there first, you grasping his leg and digging your fingers in to convey your annoyance.

“She’s twenty weeks so still a while to… Ouch! What was that for?“

You smiled sweetly and shrugged, his mother laughing and clapping her hands together.

“Just what I like to see, someone putting you in your place when you answer a question directed to someone else. You’re a brilliant man, but you really still haven’t learned to wait your turn have you? But it’s good to see that she knows how to handle you. How long have you two been dating?”

You both wore identical sheepish expressions as each of you waited for the other to answer.

She glanced between you both, her eyes narrowing as she picked up on the uncomfortable silence between you.

“You’re not dating are you?”

You shook your heads.

“Spencer, I thought I raised you better than that! I raised you to be a gentleman, not to go around poking girls with your stick unless you were seeing them.”


You bit back a smile, noticing the blush on his cheeks.

“In my day and age, if you knocked a girl up you….. ”

“Mom, stop. I was born in the eighties not the fifties. It wasn’t expected of people as much then, and it isn’t now. Plus…. I offered. She wouldn’t have me.”

Hey hey hey… You turned to him, feeling his mom’s eyes shift to you, obviously wondering why her son wasn’t good enough for you.

“Spencer, we’d end up killing each other….” You turned back to his Mother. “Mrs Reid, no offence to you or your son, but me and Spencer aren’t like that. It was one drunken night. What matters though, is that although we might not be together as a couple, this baby will have two parents. She will be bought up by both of us.”

She took in what you were saying, nodding a few moments later. “She…. A granddaughter?”

Spencer grinned. “Yes, would you like to see some pictures?”

“Very much so.”

You spent the next thirty minutes or so showing her the ultrasound photos and video, her asking you questions about the pregnancy so far and just generally chit chatting.

“Spencer dear, I’m quite sure Dr Lawrence will be in his office now. Why don’t you go and have a quick catch up with him, I’m sure he’s got something new to tell you about my treatment regime or something or other. ”

Spencer stood, and you moved to go with him.

“Y/N, you can stay for a moment. Keep me company. It’s not very often I get any girl talk.”

You did NOT want to have girl talk with his Mom, but you sensed there was something she wanted to say to you in private.

Reid looked at you and you nodded. He left the room, pulling the door to behind him.

A few seconds later his mother looked at you, leaning forward in her seat and placing a hand on your knee.

“He writes about you in his letters to me you know. He writes about all the team.”

Really? You definitely didn’t know that.

“What does he say?”

“That you’re the only member of the team that he struggles to get a reading on. That he doesn’t really understand you, despite trying to. And I’m struggling too. You’re very closed off you know?”


“I didn’t mean to offend you Y/N by implying you two should be married. It’s just…. With Spencer having his own father so absent in his life, I’d hate the thought that any child of his would have to go through the same. I’ve always hoped that any offspring of his, would have both parents present throughout its life.”

“It’s fine Mrs Reid, honestly. I get it. And this baby won’t go through what Spencer went through. He will be involved.”

“Diana please…. You’re carrying my grandbaby. We can do away with formality.”

You nodded to show you understood and she continued, “To be completely honest, I’m surprised to be able to say grandbaby at all. I didn’t think I’d get the opportunity to be a grandmother, Spencer being the way he is.”

Being the way he is?

Your brow furrowed and you suddenly felt compelled to defend the father of your child. “Mrs Reid….. Diana…. Your son is a amazing man. And I’m certain he’ll make a great father.”

“Oh pish pash… I know how great his mind is, he takes after me after all. And he will make the most amazing father. I meant…… Well, he’s never exactly bought anyone home to meet me. He’s far too socially awkward and incredibly unaware of how much of a catch he actually is.”

You nodded in agreement with her. It was true. As much as he did piss you off and wind you up, you could appreciate that he was a handsome guy. If you were into that type….

“Y/N. Can I ask you something else?”


“I get the distinct impression you’re not exactly thrilled about this pregnancy.”

You shrugged, “I’m not going to lie to you. I wasn’t. I’ve never wanted children of my own. But… I’ve accepted it. And, I’m getting used to the idea.”

“You weren’t going to tell Spencer were you?”

Holy fuck…. The BAU needed to hire this woman.

“I know my son Y/N. You’re twenty weeks gone, and if he’d known for that long then I would have known about this long before now. He’s not long found out himself has he? Which makes me also believe that you’d contemplated terminating the pregnancy.”

You knew the look on your face told her how correct she was. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the feelings of judgement to hit you.

“I’m not judging you Y/N. Not as all. I wouldn’t have wished being a single parent on anyone, it’s hard work. And I won’t ask what made you change your mind about that. Or what made you decide to involve my son in this. But thank you.”

You opened your eyes, shocked by her words. You’d expected to be admonished by his mother…. Not thanked.

She squeezed your knee lightly. “I can see how happy he is, knowing he has a child on the way. I don’t think he ever thought it would happen either. And you honestly have made me the happiest woman alive. All I’ve wanted is to see him happy.”

Don’t cry…. Don’t fucking cry in front of his Mom.

Damn you hormones!

The door creaked back open, you taking a shaky breath to compose yourself and giving Diana a tight smile.

“I couldn’t find Dr Lawrence. But he can fill me in when I call next week. Are you ready to go Y/N?”

You nodded and got to your feet, Diana standing and giving you both hugs and making you promise to keep her fully updated.

What you didn’t know, is that Spencer had been standing outside the door for the last part of that conversation.

anonymous asked:

Maybe some Dan taking care of Sick Arin? or like Arin confessing that he loves Dan while hopped up on cold medicine??

I don’t write sick people often, so I hope this worked out. Just a snippet, this one

“M'hungry.” Arin mumbled, burying himself somehow even deeper in into his huge blanket cocoon. Dan was a bit envious at this point, although he’d rather just have the cocoon. The cold could suck his ass.

“I think I still have some soup in the fridge.” Dan said, switching the channel to some droning news cast. He wrinkled his nose and switched it again.

“Eh,” Arin groaned, his face the only part of his body not yet swallowed by the linen creatures around him. “I want piz'a, though.” He coughed weakly, eyes sliding shut. “And a coke.”

“I’ll get you the pizza, but I’m not feeding it to you.” The TV was now playing a rerun of Friends and Dan, figuring it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, tossed the remote back on the coffee table.

Dan,” Arin whined, eyes cracking open slightly. “My arms are too tired to feed myself. I need your strong noodle arms.”

Dan snorted a laugh, glancing over at Arin’s pathetic face. “My ‘strong noodle arms?’ That’s, like, the definition of an oxymoron.”

“Nu uh.” Arin said, eyes already shut again. “An oxymoron is… Is like…” He trailed off and Dan rolled his eyes.

“I’ll just order the pizza.” He said, pulling out his phone. There was already a place called ‘New Lewie’ in his recent call list, so he just went ahead and called them. He was pretty sure they were at least decent.

As the phone rang, Arin began mumbling to himself. Something about dumb pigs or something. Dan wasn’t sure if he was trying to think of an oxymoron or was lamenting pepperoni. He’d be sure to get half cheese, just in case.

“Or,” Arin said, a bit louder. “Or like, a swimming cat. Cause, like, cats hate water.”

Oxymoron, then. “True.” He said absently, listening for the dial tone to end.

“Or fallin’ in love with your best friend.” Arin mumbled, yawning. “How pretty you are should be an oxymoron, if that’s possible.”

Dan’s eyes snapped back to Arin’s face, his grip tightening on the phone. He blinked, opening his mouth to ask what the hell he meant by that, when someone on the line asked for his order.

“Uh,” He swallowed hard, watching the now silent Arin lump with apprehension. “Yeah, I’ll get a large pepperoni, I guess?”

By the time he finished the order and hung up, small snores were coming from the maw of the cocoon. Dan leaned back on the couch, staring at Arin’s slack face and wondering if Arin would even remember this tomorrow.

“Things bit busy, eh?”

Cupping his hands and shouting to the sky, Atticus roared, “Give us some good news, my love!”

And the witch cackled loud, flipping the broom to face the villain, “Ghost stories are plentiful, the moon is beautiful, and monsters abound!” 

“Things bit busy, eh?”

“The world is wicked and how glorious is that?” she shouted back and, without waiting for an answer, zoomed off into the night.

Atticus watched, smiling, as the witch flew into the approaching gloom. To himself, he said, “Very glorious indeed.


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Okay, so, if I’m reading the Ant-Man spoilers right…

Apparently they aren’t just fridging Janet Van Dyne & basically reducing one of the founding members of the Avengers to a glorified foot-note, they are using her fridging as an in-text excuse for why Hope Van Dyne has to have her agency removed & is forced sit on the sidelines being the Strong Female Love Interest™ while her dad picks Scott Lang (honestly had to google that name he’s so forgettable) gets to be the hero instead, despite, just like so many movie examples I can name, the female character being better qualified, more knowledgeable, skilled, & better connected?

Because her Dad is sad & wants to protect her from bad things. Or something.

So yeah.

In summary.

Want an excuse for a man to be a hero? Fridge a woman or other person he cares about! Dead parental figure? That’s the best kind of motivation to be a superhero!

Want an excuse for a woman to not be a hero? Fridge a woman or person SHE cares about. 

Wait, she might be motivated by that death to become a hero, just like a man? NONSENSE. She doesn’t get to make that choice!

Because we STILL need frame it as being all about the feelings of the man in the dead woman’s life. Mother daughter relationships? WHAT ARE THOZE 

But it’s okay! We’re feminist! WE LOVE WOMEN. We’ll spend the entire movie sidelining this female character, but then we’ll throw in the fact that maybe she’ll get to be a superhero, too. At some point. Maybe. 

Will she be in Civil War? Psst. No. Why would we have that?

Will she be in any Avengers movies? Oh, you know, it’s just so hard to work in new characters into the films, so much shuffling of pieces we need to AND HOW’S OUR NEW SPIDERMAN LOOKING, EH EH EH??

Okay, solo film them?

Hahahahaha we’re booked until like 2019, the actress will be nearly forty by then, that’s basically dead. We’ve all heard the news, even 37 is too washed-up to play the love interest of a 55-year-old, after all, that’s the way it is in Hollywood.

C’mon we couldn’t bankroll a movie with a OLD WOMAN LIKE THAT, she’s had two children, that makes her useless because HOW WOULD HER BOOBS FIT THE SUIT PROPERLY (six paragraph interview upcoming to explain why, don’t worry)

Beside, we’ll give you Captain Marvel in 2018. TWO MOVIES WITH FEMALE LEADS? Hahahahah. Haha. Ha. Let’s not talk wackiness here. Imagine having that many movies with women in them. 

How would the poor wittle menfolk survive watching TWO FILMS with a character of a different gender from them? Out of twenty five films by that point? That’s just mean. Men were 59% of the audience for our last movie & you expect them to stomach only a paltry 92% of our movies being about men?

Oh, but that’s okay, we might fit in one token Special Gay Character within the next decade!


November update

A bit past 3k today. Thaaaat’s better. Now I just have to keep that up…

Have a snippet:

“I’m sorry,” Parsi said.


Really. Random number generators don’t want to give you the long paragraphs. Sorry about that.

(If you ask nicely I might show off some more.)

In other news, I passed 40k today. So that’s nice.

This part involves aaaall the backstory, a lot of worldbuilding, and a strong defence of polyamory.

The polyamory surprised me as well, but eh, I like it.

Also, Parsi is confirmed asexual, it seems. I was just planning to imply that, but he wanted to explain it, even if he doesn’t have a word for it. Possibly he’s some manner of grey-aromantic as well, if we’re to judge from the ‘only ever fell in love a single time and is happy with that’ thing.

“We used to tease him on the set. We´d say “We give up. You´re the most beautiful person in the universe”. He must be really sick of it.”
- Claire Danes

I have some news for you, Claire.

And born on Dec 26th, 1972, eh…

“Jared admits he “falls in love a lot””.

Define “a lot”, please.

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anonymous asked:

who would be the one leaving the other covered in a shit ton of hickies, like a 'holy fuck are you a vampire?!?!' amount of hickies?

This is a very important question. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.

To be honest, I reckon it’s Jack walking around looking like a toddler threw purple paint on him. Bitty is a god-damn hickey artist and he try though he might, he can’t keep his mouth off Jack’s pale and easily-marked skin. And weirdly enough, it doesn’t happen during sex. It most often happens in the quiet moments in between, when they’re cuddling on the couch or making out in the kitchen (between pies, obviously, nothing can take Bitty’s attention away from pies, not even JZ), or taking a shower together. Bitty will casually lean in closer until he can put his mouth somewhere (read: literally anywhere, even Jack’s calves are fair game) and proceed to suck and nip the tender flesh until he sees physical evidence that he’s been there.

Even more weird is the times when Bitty plants a giant hickey on Jack’s collarbone, or shoulder, or the nape of his neck when they weren’t even near one another. Bitty will be on one side of the room on his laptop editing a vlog, Jack will be colour-coding his sock drawer (they’re all just black and white, tbh) and suddenly Bitty will get up and launch himself at any available skin on Jack’s body and proceed to colour it with his mouth.

But Jack loves it. He thinks it’s weird, sure, because he’s never known anyone who likes to attach themselves to another person like a friendly leech, but he loves finding these marks on his skin and watching them change colour. Once Bitty has come and gone from Providence, the hickeys remain and Jack can literally count how many times Bitty’s mouth was on him. It’s hard evidence that he is loved, and desired.

(In other news, imma need some vampire AUs post haste. Someone get on that.)

How to Expect the Unexpected / Frohana Week / Frozen Fandom Month

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Who: Kristoff, Anna (Kristanna), Elsa (Frohana)
Words: 2,009
Summary: Some surprising and usually happy news comes to the family, but not everyone is excited… and I suck at summaries too

Note: For Frohana week. This doesn’t really fit under any of the categories for the days but I figured, eh, might as well post it today. Enjoy it lovelies :) Shout out to my beta readers who for the life of me I can’t remember everyone who helped but thank you! :D

“This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.”

“Anna.” Elsa said calmly.

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We need to talk about Kirstie.

This girl can BELT. No seriously. If you haven’t gone through PTX’s music and listened to just her the entire time, do it. I’ll wait.

Ridiculous right? I can’t belt those intervals, or sustain a full mix that high, or do runs at all.

That jump she does in Royals right before Mitch’s “and I’m in love with being QUEEN”….. Kirstie sings “eh….ver…..DREAMED” and that’s just a batshit transition and she nails it. 

Also the end of Daft Punk! The up and down over her break! “We’re up all night to the sun! Eh, around the world, FEELING SO FREE, whoa-oh-oh ONE MORE NIGHT” Kirstie always gets some insanely written line.

The counterpoint in Love Lockdown. The entire end of Dog Days Are Over. The bridge in Run to You. The end of Angels We Have Heard on High, the swell in Swedish House Mafia Mashup. 

In concert, she does it all in platform heels.

Also, realize that without Kirstie, every single news outlet would call Pentatonix a boy band. Every single one. You know they would.

Kirstie, we love you a lot. And while the loudest attention goes to Scott’s runs and Mitch’s falsetto and Avi’s bass and Kevin’s SFX, I see you belting for your life out there and I think you’re fierce


Louis Tomlinson To Host Charity Cinderella Ball - One Direction’s Most Charitable Deeds

You know it, we know it, heck, the whole bloomin’ world knows it, but still it’s always nice to have an excuse to remind everybody just how bloomin’ lovely, wonderful, and big-hearted those One Direction boys are.

The latest example of this comes courtesy of the gorgeous, high-cheekboned babe that is Louis Tomlinson, who last night announced that he was set to host a ‘Cinderella Ball’ for Believe In Magic - a charity that makes dreams come true for seriously ill children.

We will give you a moment to stop crying.

With the majority of tickets to the ball being invite only, Louis has released a few to the public and we are just about ready to sell everything that we have in order to go.

We shall go to the ball, etc. etc.

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Anyways, Louis’ act of goodwill had us thinking about all of the other charitable and amazing good deeds that our fave four boys have done over the years, and we figured that today was as good a day as any to put all of them in writing.

After all, it’s far too common for the fab stuff that the boys do to get overlooked by all the drama and scandal surrounding their personal lives in the mainstream - so why not spread the word a little bit, eh?

1D made their mark on the philanthropist world early on in their careers, jetting off to poverty-stricken Ghana as part of Comic Relief in 2013. Clearly heartbroken by the tragedies that they were witnessing first hand, the boys also recorded the official single for the charity, a remix of ‘One Way Or Another’ and ‘Teenage Kicks’.

Prior to that, however, the boys had started to individually work with causes that meant something to them, with Niall Horan organising an event to raise money for Irish Autism Action and another charity, Temporary Emergency Accomodation Mullingar, in September 2012.

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Saying that he was “honoured to be able to give back to his community”, Niall’s popularity saw the ticket website for the event break down with all 500 tickets being snapped up in moments.

Talk about a legend, eh?

Liam Payne and Harry Styles also teamed up for a cause close to their hearts, with Trekstock - a leading cancer charity that supports young people battling the illness.

As ambassadors of the charity, they launched a global campaign in 2013 which promised the chance to #HangWithLiam&Harry by offering all those who donated the chance to win an evening out with the boys.

The original goal for the campaign was to raise $500,000, however, Liam and Harry’s involvement saw them exceed the $784,000 mark - or £500,000 to you and us and Her Royal Highness - which the charity revealed would be enough to allow them to “complete funding of their Hodgkin’s lymphoma trial, in the hope of offering a much brighter future to thousands of children and young people affected by this form of disease.”


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Earlier this year, Liam also hosted a Great-Gatsby-Esque ball for Trekstock, ensuring that the charity celebrate their fifth birthday of saving lives and generally being awesome in style. Dressed in a gorge blue suit, Liam was supported by his bandmates as he took on the mammoth, and brilliant, task of raising money for the cause.

And of course that’s not all. Fast-forward to 2014 and you’ll find that One Direction donated a whopping £600,000 to the Stand up to Cancer campaign, by kindly giving portions of their ticket sale revenues from their Where We Are Tour to the charity.

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Then, later that year, they joined charity group Band Aid 30 to record a new version of ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas?’, finding the time amid their hectic schedules to record vocals for the song that went on to raise over a million pounds for the Ebola crisis in Western Africa.


Louis, the Prince Charming set to host the aforementioned Cinderella ball, is also a patron for Bluebell Wood Children’s Hospice, dedicating his free time to putting a smile on the faces of poorly children.

The rest of the boys are also happy to put their face and name to a whole list of worthwhile foundations, so much so that when each of their birthdays roll around, dedicated fans donate in their thousands to raise money for a charity that means something to them.

Earlier this year, the fandom donated a huge £11,000 to the London Lesbian and Gay Switchboard in honour of Harry’s birthday, £15,000 for Bluebell Wood on behalf of Louis, and they are in the middle of raising funds for Autism Assistance Dogs Ireland
 in time for Niall’s next birthday, and Médecins Sans Frontières (UK), or Doctors Without Borders, for Liam’s. 

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That’s a LOT of charity donations, eh?

Team all of this up with the band’s latest project #Action1D, which urges their fans to take action to basically make the world a better place, and we have some seriously concrete evidence that these four boys are bloomin’ good eggs.

And we also know for a fact that they will never, ever, change. 

Love you, boys.

+sherlolly is never a mistake

I had a lot of feels today and found some great music so I don’t actually know how to describe this one-shot that came out from that but I hope you can make sense of my feverish feels and this haphazard storyline. xx Oh yes, rated T for strong language.

Edit: Oops, I also forgot to mention: I dedicate this to tuesdayterrible, who made a post about having Sherlolly for their birthday. This is for you, dear. Happy Birthday! <3


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Molly knew she should never have allowed it, but it had happened anyway. It seemed strange that Sherlock’s gradual understanding of affection had created quite the opposite response in her. She loved him, she always would, but things were so different now. What things? she would stop to ask herself. There had been Jim Moriarty, there had been the fall, there had been faking the fall, there had been so much going on it felt right out of a movie. Yet, this had been their reality. Every dramatic twist and turn had been their reality.

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