the lighting in that scene makes me cry

Animated media that traumatised me as a kid:

I saw a lot of stuff in my youth that I found to be scary, but these are things that will to this day give me goose bumps if I think about them in the middle of the night. So here we go; here are my personal top 4 animated movies/shows that scarred me as a child. 8D

Moomin (1991-1992)

The Groke - UGH!! The scene below in particular scared the shEATTT out of me as a child!! And Sniff´s Finnish screams did not make the thing any less terrifying. But today, having read the Moomin books and all, I think the Groke as a character is more tragic than scary. (ノдヽ)

 The ghost in the light house - The mere memory of this scene can make me cry. Not those “I’m so scared” tears, but those “Just thinking about ghosts” tears, if you know what I mean. If anybody knows what that phenomenon is called then send me a PM, I would love to know. 

The Simpsons (1989-present)

More specifically these two:

Nightmare Cafeteria” - I loved the Halloween specials as a kid, eve though I might have been to young for them. But the story about the teachers eating the students left a very big (negative) impression in little me.

Terror at 5 ½ Feet”. There was simply something absolutely horrifying about this little monster to me. I was genuinely afraid of it. But what made the whole episode worse was how nobody would believe Bart when he tried to warn everybody about it. This story gave me nightmares for years.ヽ ( ꒪д꒪ )ノ

The Great Mouse Detective (1986)  

In this case it´s the opening scene that really got to be when I saw this back in the day. The creepy atmosphere, the music, the shadow fight, the silence after the battle, the little mouse girl’s cries for her dad, and of course, this mothafukka. I would always hide under my blankest when the movie started. (O_Q)

Pagemaster (1994)

I saw this movie very few times when it came out, but the scene when Dr Jekyl transforms into Mr Hyde never left my mind. It was brilliantly animated and storyboarded, but maybe too well because I lost my shit whenever the movie got to this point. UVÄ!! Still gives me shivers!! DX

From what I can gather apparently my main fear as a kid was monsters of different kinds. That explians very well why I also hated “The Gremlins”. :o But today I would say that the paranormal (and fish) are the things I’m the most afraid of. :P

If you have your own horror stories to share then feel free to do so in the comments or make post yourself. Don´t forget to tag me in it so I can join the crying. ;D

  • television shows: i mean, who needs lighting?? let's just not use any lighting. forget the lighting. oh, but add a whole ton of contrast!! yeah, do that. can't forget about those blurry flashbacks!! oh, and let's make things really grainy!! love that, too. and why don't we put the credits over really awesome scenes?? yeah, that's great.

a prince who watched over his city as it slept

I’m planning on making a series of illustrations for the Shades of Magic series (of 15 scenes I’ve picked over the course of 3 books that made me cry or laugh or gave me extra feels)! not sure how long this’ll take me, but me and my carpal tunnel are ready

Kairi’s Appreciation Week 2017!

April 10th (Day 3) - Favorite interaction

“It’s my lucky charm, be sure to bring it back to me!”

A wonderful and beautiful interaction between Sora and Kairi.  It’s so intimate, and so simply heartfelt.  They show here in this moment that they’re still kids, but trying to be strong to face what’s to come, and how much they care for and love each other deeply.  Kairi shows that she doesn’t want to be on the sidelines, that she wants to stand right next to Sora.  She’s not content with being a side character with no development, she WANTS to be a part of things.  This is also of course right before you receive Oathkeeper, what I like to call the Keyblade of Kairi’s Heart.  Though she gets Destiny’s Embrace, this is the Keyblade that I feel truly matters, because it’s her gift to Sora, just as her heart was given to him to protect; a symbolic parallel.

Also, the dialogue interaction after this scene cracks me up when Sora tells Kairi that she’d only just get in the way, and she just takes such an unintentional burn so well, in a way that only our Princess could!

this was such a nice scene!!

French Mistake

Past Sam x Reader; mention of Matt Cohen x ofc!Reader (It’ll make sense when you read it lol)

Word Count: 1,666

Warnings: language, angst, Sammy heartbreak…hehehe

Requested by Anon: Could you write an imagine set during the French Mistake where Sam sees the actress who plays his dead girlfriend and it turns out she’s dating someone (like Matt Cohen or KJ Apa or something) so he gets really upset because he can’t even kiss her or anything.

A/N: I kinda changed it up a bit…it’s not set in the actual episode but the boys do get sent back to that universe so it’s kinda the same. Shout out to @mamapeterson for the beta and feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

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Maccachin and Vicchan

okay but despite Maccachin almost dying, can we talk about how Yuuri immediately thought of Vicchan?

Yuuri remembered how it felt to not be able to see Vicchan before he passed away, and he doesn’t want Viktor to go through that, so he told him to go back to Japan

Even despite Viktor arguing with him, he’s still insistent

Yuuri knows how important Maccachin is to Viktor, and he also knows how important this particular stretch of the competition is in order to get to the Grand Prix Finals. Yet Yuuri’s putting Maccachin above the competition because he doesn’t want Viktor to possibly go through the same pain he went through when he lost Vicchan. I don’t know how to articulate how huge this is?? Like??? Just fuck me up

Meanwhile, Viktor doesn’t fully understand where Yuuri’s coming from emotionally, as shown by his “Like I said, I can’t” line and also here:

He’s obviously torn between flying back to Japan or staying with Yuuri, even though Yuuri’s pushing him to go back. The main concern for staying is that Yuuri wouldn’t have a coach and would be flying solo (and we all know how Yuuri gets before a competition..). So when he sees Yakov, his former mentor whom he’s known for years, he sees a solution to his problem:

^ That’s a look of desperation. Viktor and Yakov aren’t on good terms, obviously. And yet:

Viktor’s clearly in pain, and under normal circumstances he’d never ask this favor. But at this point he’s out of options, so he goes to Yakov. It’s kind of like how a person goes to their parents for help?? If that makes any sense. Which sheds some light into what kind of relationship he and Yakov might’ve had in the past.

Anyway this whole scene fucked me up, I’m going to go cry now bye


Look at their chemistry. Paul and Nina had the BEST chemistry out of all the canonical couples on this show. Their relationship was not about sex. Hell, their relationship wasn’t just about romance. Stelena were so much more. Stelena was about growth. Enlightenment, Soul searching. Selflessness. Stelena was the definition of AGAPE LOVE. Stelena’s love for each other was the epitome of selfless love. Their scene in the series finale was so genuine and heartfelt. To me, this scene displayed that Stelena are soulmates and that they will always have that genuine and emotional bond that Delena lacked. Thank you, Paul and Nina for making Stelena such a beautiful and epic love story thanks to your wonderful chemistry, You brought light into a part of my life that was so dark at the time. You brought me joy and happiness when I was battered, broken, and crying. You brought me comfort when I was hurt and bruised. Stelena is the one true definition of true, epic love. I will never forget the love story that you shared with me and the rest of the world. </3

You Me Her

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Chapter Four: Drama Club

Word Count: 2674

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After Kai whisks Riley away from Lucas and Maya, he leads her out to the courtyard where they first met that morning. The boy sits himself on an empty table top and rests his feet on the bench seat attached. Riley quietly sits herself adjacent to him at the end of the seat. 

“Back to the scene of the crime..” Riley lets out a nervous giggle. 

“Again I stress, that was not me.” Kai crinkles his nose in disgust at himself. 

“And bursting through doors crying like a weirdo isn’t me either.” Riley tries to make light of it even though she was actually embarrassed. “May I ask why you were out here?” 

“Well considering I already know why you were upset I suppose it’s only fair I share my truth.” Kai sighs. 

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You sighed as you picked up your daughter Yuki from the free daycare at the Church. You had worked ten hours today and had another shift after you drop off your two-year-old at you mom’s apartment. It was a lot of work to make enough money to take care of her, but she was worth it.

“Where are we going, mama?”

“We’re going to the corner store to get something for dinner.”

“Can we get bento boxes?”


You took Yuki by the hand and led her through the aisles.

“Okay, go pick a nice apple for us to eat for dessert.

“Okay mama!”

You watched Yuki turn a corner and walk right into a man. Your daughter fell down and started to cry.

“Shh, it’s okay Yuki.” You said, rushing over to scoop her up. She began to bawl into your shoulder, one hand on her head were she smacked it against the ground.


You peeled your eyes off your crying child to meet the eyes of your ex.

“Hi, Touru.”

Touru’s eyes traveled from Yuki to you.

“Y/N… is she…?” He reached out a hand to touch Yuki but you stepped back. You took in his attire/

“I heard you’re on the national team. For volleyball.”

“Y/N, she looks just like me.”


Oikawa took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I tried.”

Oikawa was very still. “Y/N, you didn’t tell me,”

“I tried,”

“You didn’t try hard enough! You could have called me, or told Iwa to tell me.”

“I wasn’t going to tell Iwaizumi anything. Now that we’re not a couple is he your boyfriend now?” You growled. Oikawa’s eyes flashed dark, but they lightened when your daughter let out a soft hiccup. She rubbed the tears from her eyes, her breathing jagged as she tried to regain herself.

“What are you doing tonight? I think we need to work this out.”

You shift Yuki to your other hip.

“I have work, so I have to drop of Yuki at my mom’s.”

“You could give her to me.”

“She doesn’t know you.”

“Whose fault is that?”

You shift your weight. “Where would you be, today, if you had to work to keep her?”

This threw him for a loop.

“Well, I make money now. I can help you now.”

“But you would’ve had to give up volleyball, Touru. You would have had to give up your friends, too. I know I did.”

A nosey old lady paused to watch the two of you talk.

“Please, Y/N. I haven’t moved on since you left me. Please let me be part of your life. And her life. Her name is Yuki?”

“Yeah. My grandma picked it.”

Touru reached forward and stroked Yuki’s hair. Yuki watched him, uncertain of what was happening.

“Can I come over and watch her with your mom?”

Hesitantly, you nodded.

“I just need to finish getting some food for dinner.”

Oikawa noticed your deserted basket and transferred all your food into his.

“Whatever you need.”


Maybe bringing your two-year-old twins to the carnival for their birthday wasn’t the best idea.

“One ride, one game, and one snack,” you reminded them as you passed signs with prices. God, the prices were just obscene.

“Mommy mommy mommy can we go on the merry-go-round?” Asked Haru, eyes wide with excitement.

“Miki, do you want to go on the merry-go-round too or do you want to go on a different ride?”


You sighed and paid for the two of them, taking out your camera so you could at least document their joy for the two minute ride you paid for.

“Hey Bokuto, that girl looks a lot like your ex from high school.”

“Hey! She kind of does.”

“Why did you two break up anyways?”

“Ah, I just didn’t have enough time for her, y’know? She was so awesome I just felt like a loser neglecting her all the time.”

“MAMA! WATCH MEEEEE!” Haru called. One of the employees had lifted him onto a very tall horse. Miki was slouched on top of a frog.

“I’m watching,” you respond, waving your camera. Haru smiles and throws up a peace sign, appeased that you are, indeed, paying attention to him. Miki looks exhausted instead of excited.

“Yo, those kids look just like you, Bokuto.”

“Nah man, I don’t have kids.”

“That little boy has the same hair as you.”

“And they both have your weird-ass eyes.”

You struggle to compose yourselves as you hear the voices wandering closer and closer.

“Mama! Watch me!”

You take a picture as Haru waves from the horse. Miki sticks her head up and leans it against the pole. You realize she is getting sick from the spinning.

The ride slows and you’re too stressed about Bokuto to think straight. You haven’t seen him since that day…

The ride ends and you rush over to grab Miki, who looks ready to throw up. The attendant passes her over the fence to you.

“Mommy? Mommy??????” You notice Haru is wandering around where you were just standing, but it’s clear he doesn’t see you. You see just beyond where he stands is Bokuto, and you make eye contact.

“MOMMY! THERE YOU ARE!” Haru runs to you and grabs your leg. You see Akaashi grab Kuroo and walk away while Bokuto approaches you.

“Hey, Y/N.” he says. You shift Miki to your other hip.

“Hi, Bokuto-san.”

He physically recoils from you being so formal. He looks to Haru, who is looking at him curiously.

“So,” he says slowly. “How old are they.”

You are silent for a moment. “Two. Today is their birthday.”

Now, Bokuto was never that good in school but today he was doing the math in his head. He looked at Miki, who looked back at him with dull golden eyes.

“Where’s their dad?”

“Where do you think, Bokuto? Look, I can’t do this right now-“

Bokuto scoops up Haru unexpectedly and looks you dead in the eye.

“Were you actually breaking up with me, those years ago?” He asks, holding Haru to his hip like it was completely natural. You feel like your throat is closing, and you shake your head. Suddenly Bokuto has his huge muscular arms wrapped around you, Haru and Miki. You can feel him shaking a little, and Haru tentatively asks “Mommy, who is this guy?”

You can tell that Bokuto is actually crying now, and he pulls away, Haru still in his arms.

“Do you want to get something to eat, and we can talk about this?” You ask, deciding you need to take charge of the situation. Bokuto kisses the top of his son’s head and gives you a nod.



How were you to know that you enrolled in the same university as Kuroo? It wasn’t like you still had contact with him, or any of his friends, so it was just your luck when you had to sneak Toshi into the back of a lecture with you that you unknowingly sat beside your ex.

You had already given Toshi your phone to play with (on silent, of course) and had taken out your laptop when you noticed him out of the corner of your eye. How could you have been so stupid? You have even moved out of the neighbourhood a week after he had dumped you. You sat in your seat frozen, while Kuroo’s eyes scanned you and then your child.

“Y/n?” he asked quietly. You nodded. You saw him sit back in his seat out of the corner of your eye. Then he leaned forward, and you realized he was taking in Toshi.

“So I’m guessing that’s your daughter, and not just a child you’re babysitting.”

“You’re right.”

He took in a slow breath and then let it out. He put his head in his hands, rubbing his face. A minute later you realized he was crying.

“Tetsurou, stop it. We’ll be kicked out if you make a scene, and I don’t have anyone to watch her on Thursdays, so you need to calm down.

Kuroo wiped his face off on his sleeve and tried to look like he was paying attention, but he kept glancing at Toshi, with her jet black hair, so unlike your light brown.

The hour felt like the longest of your life but you didn’t feel the relief you were expecting when the class let out.

“You need to meet me outside,” you said as you grabbed Toshi and rushed outside before people had a chance to realize she had been sitting in on their mitosis lecture.

You found a bench outside and put your phone away. You set Toshi on your lap and ran your fingers through her hair.

“So remember how mommy said daddy was very busy, and that’s why we couldn’t see him?

“Mhm,” Toshi mumbled, playing with your coat’s zipper.

“Well,” you started, but Kuroo walked up, taking a knee in front of you.

“Toshi, this is your dad. Tetsurou, this is Toshi.”

Toshi was stunned, mirroring the look of her father. Both of them turned to you.

“This is what you were going to tell me.” Kuroo whispered. In the dull afternoon light it was even more evident that he had been crying. He reached out and pulled Toshi into his arms, tears streaming down his face again. He kissed the top of her head, and his breathing got weird again. You realized he was trying to calm himself down. He sat down beside you.

“Why would you do this alone? Y/N, I never wanted to leave you. I thought you were leaving me!”

You couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t happening. Of course you had always imagined this scene in your nightmares, but it never went like this. He was always disgusted with Toshi, disgusted with you.

Kuroo pulled you into his embrace, his strong hands rubbing your back as you began to cry into his chest. Toshi started crying, and you were sure it was just because she didn’t know what was going on.

“I’ve always loved you. Promise you won’t leave me- that both of you won’t leave me,” he whispered. You could only nod and hang on.

things that always get me:

  • the pram pushed against the wall that was probably never used because they weren’t allowed to go out
  • ‘james potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut…’
  • lily screaming, not only because she knew voldemort was after her and harry, but also because she heard james fall and she knew that meant he was dead
  • ‘she dropped like her husband’
  • baby harry thinking it was just his parents playing a game
  • ‘his father… making more pretty lights’
  • ‘his mother would pop up any moment, laughing—’
A New Life (Sam Drake)


Here is my latest Sam X Reader requested by utara-north ! Sorry if this took awhile I’ve been swamped with my classes lately since this semester is almost over. I hope everyone has a happy Friday night! :) 

Characters: Sam x Reader

Warning: none

Word Count: 2,665


“I’ll have a black coffee”

“Uh, just water with lemon.” Sam turned to me a look of confusion on his face.

“You okay?” His eyes were fixed on me as if I was a crazy person.

“Yes.” I said adamantly

“Well I’ll have that right out for you two.” Our usual waiter disappeared back into the restaurant.

“Why no coffee? We come to this place because you love their cappuccinos.”

“I’m just not in the mood today.” I shrugged casting my eyes back down to the menu that I already had memorized. Sam and I came here almost every Sunday for brunch. Other couples had date night but we did brunch on Sundays which then consisted of us going on a walk around town. We would window shop and then he would drag me to some museum or historical sight that had to due with his up and coming job. My favorite’s were the art museums because Sam didn’t usually have as much to say ‘Art speaks for itself’, he would always tell me. The two of us had been together almost 4 years now but we have been married 2. We started out as young lovers until life caught up with us and I was a full time college student and he was off doing what the Drake’s do. I never thought I would see him again, he was always the one that got away until we stumbled upon each other at an art auction in Venice. To my dismay he dragged me into his heist and from then on I never looked back. Now it’s 4 years later and we are sitting here at our usual cafe, eating our usual food, talking about which stores I wanted to stop into and what historical sight he would be taking me to today. The only difference now is that I’m pregnant with Samuel Drake’s child and he had no clue.

“Are you listening?” I quickly looked back at Sam his brow furrowed in annoyance. He turned around looking behind him at the people walking past us and then to the cars passing by. “What are you looking at?” He questioned looking around in the warm summer air again as if he missed something.

“Nothing, sorry I zoned out.”

“So this is what it feels like when I don’t listen.” Rolling my eyes he smirked that charming smirk of his. This was all to true.

The day was perfect, it was just the right temperature, the sun was out, we had gotten our favorite seat in the outdoor section of the restaurant, our food was better than usual. Everything was perfect, this would be the ideal moment to tell my husband I was pregnant but I just couldn’t get myself to do it. I was scared. Sam and I never really talked about having a family, I just assumed it might not happen because he loved to travel and hated the idea of staying in one place for to long. I never pictured myself having kids and I know Sam was the same way, but now this was a reality the two of us had to face. I just had to tell him that his whole life was about to change.

“You feeling okay today babe?” I turned to my lovely husband who had been complaining about the price of the shoes I had in hand.

“Yeah, why?” I asked placing the box back.

“No, no, no, you’re getting those I saw how your eyes lit up when you saw them.” Sam picked the box back up “It’s like you’ve been in a daze all day, I feel like I’ve been talking to a wall.”

“Sorry sweetie” I kissed his cheek feeling his stubble against my lips. His toned arm wrapped around my waist stopping me as I tried to walk away.

“You know avoiding the question isn’t helpful.”

“These heels are gonna look great with that little black dress of mine.” I mumbled against his neck not wanting to discuss this right now.

“Maybe you can show me when we get home?” I shivered as his voice became low and gravely. “Then after you can tell me what the fuck is wrong.” He stepped back looking at me seriously now.

“Samuel” I warned. He knew how I was, yet he always pushed when it came to me being upset, almost like he needed to know.

“Babe, I worry.” His vice turned back to its normal tone no longer gruff.

“I know.” A sigh fell from his lips as I ran my fingers through my soft hair.

“Come, lets by the shoes then we can go to home.”

“No museum?” I called after Sam as he walked to the register.

“I’d much rather see you in these heels and that black dress.”

My body felt limp and hot as I lay in my bed covers covering my naked body. I turned my head looking out the window at the beautiful summer day that was coming to a close. The sky was turning purple, orange peeking through the transparent clouds. It was humid in our small apartment our AC was broken leaving both me and my Sam in a constant sweaty state, even more so right now. This apartment is going to be too small to raise a child in, we are gonna have to move. Fuck, can we even afford to move? Do we have the proper finances to raise a kid, you know give them, it a good life. Am I gonna get fat? Shit, I’m gonna get fat.

“That was amazing.” Sam’s sleepy voice mumbled against my ear as he pulled me closer to his warmth, our bodies intertwined. “What are you thinking about?” His voice was so hushed and loving I just wanted to cry out of frustration. Having a child is not something that can be taken lightly, our lives were going to change dramatically and it’s not like we had the choice to give it back if we didn’t want to be parents anymore.

“About how much I love you.” I turned to face him seeing a little smile on his lips, his hazel eyes hidden from his drowsiness.

“Hm, me too.” I could see the sleep taking over his rugged, handsome, perfect, tan, peaceful face. Wow, I love this man. Maybe having a child with him won’t be a bad thing.   

“I’m gonna get started on dinner.” I kissed his face slipping out of bed. “You can stay in here and rest I know you’re tired.” He grunted in response sleep taking over his body.

I couldn’t help but admire his toned body along with his handsome face.

“No stay” He groaned out.


“Food can wait I want to hold you.” His offer was impossible to refuse. Crawling back into bed I laid there in his warm embrace our sweat soaked skin sticking together as our heart beats synched. He was the love of my life despite, the smoking, grumpiness when stressed, the distance when he was away for work, and the obsession with pirates, I still loved him endlessly. It took a toll but nothing could make this man anything but perfect. Another week went by and I found myself at the same restaurant in our favorite seats outside the summer air humid casing my hair to frizz. The only difference now was I was throwing up in the bathroom from morning sickness. I was walking back from the bathroom when I noticed Sam had ordered my drinks for me.

“You okay? You look pale.” He didn’t wait for a response as he quickly turned his attention to the drinks on the table “They had mimosa’s as a special today so I got you one.” He smiled at me clearly proud of himself. I couldn’t help the wave of guilt that came over my body. Sam was being so thoughtful, he knew I loved mimosa’s, well alcohol in general, but I couldn’t drink while pregnant. “Maybe if I get you drunk enough I’ll get laid.” He joked as I took my seat.

“Thank you so much sweetie, but I’m not really feeling alcohol today.” I placed my hand on his but the smile on his face didn’t falter.

“I had a feeling you’d say that so I ordered you a cappuccino too.” How did I get so lucky to have a man who thought this far in advance. “I’m really trying to get laid here.” His hand moved so he was now holding mine. His eyes were bright as the sun as he gazed at me making my body run hot.

“I, uh-“ I took a breath “I’m not really in the mood for coffee either” I shot him a guilty look as his face fell, all traces of happiness lost.

“Am I doing something wrong babe?” He searched my face for the answer because he knew I would lie.

“No not at all! You’re being such a sweetheart I just haven’t had the same taste recently.” I squeezed his hand for reassurance.

“Okay good, you’ve been worrying me. First you don’t want coffee, then you didn’t want eggs cuz the smell has been making you nauseous, and now you don’t want alcohol. It’s like your pregnant.” He laughed to himself. Sweat needed on my forehead at his words. I stared at him speechless. My face must have given me away because I watched as Sam’s face fell. “Wait you’re not pregnant are you?” My eyes began to well with tears as a dead give away.

“I uh-“ Then the hot tears started to roll down my flushed cheeks. The summer air stung as my vision became blurry.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, why are you crying!” Sam’s chair scraped against the ground as he moved towards me. “Do you not want kids?” His voice was closer as he was by my side.

“Sam I think we are making a scene can we talk about this later.” I pleaded trying to contain my light sobs. The feeling of his hand on my back gave me a slight sense of comfort but I was not ready to come face to face with Sam.

“Am I not suppose to be excited?” My head whipped to my husband who was kneeling beside pure joy radiating off of him.

“You’re actually happy?” I whispered in disbelief. He laughed standing back up, placing a firm kiss on my forehead.

“Of course I’m happy” and with that he took his seat. “We’ve been married for 2 years I kind of assumed you would start wanting kids. I know I use to say that was the last thing on my mind but having a kid or two doesn’t seem like an awful idea anymore.” Both of his hands were holding mine as I tried to gain my composure again. “Are you not happy?” His hands squeezed mine as if he was begging me to say I was.

“Yes I’m happy. I’ve just been scared to tell you.” I sighed feeling the weight of the world leave my shoulders.

“Holy shit, I’m going to be a dad! How long have you known?”

“You remember that day we went to Nate and Elena’s and she told you I was crying because we watched a sad movie? Well while you and Nate were setting up the grill I told Elena I was late and she made me take a pregnancy test.” I shrugged not being able to look at Sam but I could feel his fiery eyes on me.

“That was a month ago.” There was a long pause. “Shit we are gonna have to get a bigger place!” He sat back in his chair, running his finger through his chestnut hair our eyes meeting again. “Can we get him a trampoline when he’s old enough. I always wanted one as a kid.” Once again my eyes filled with tears at Sam’s words, I don’t think realized how cute he was.

“Yes of course we can! But he might be a she Sam.” I smiled unable to contain my joy at Sam’s reaction.

“Why are you crying?” concern filled his voice again.

“I’m just happy you’re happy.”

“Of course I’m happy!” His words rang through my ears as the final confirmation I needed “If its a boy we should name him Samuel and if it’s a girl then we can name her Samantha.”

“Isn’t that just a little vain” I laughed wiping my tears away. Sam grabbed my mimosa and quickly finished it in one quick swoop. “Slow down there mister if I can’t drink you can’t either.” His eyes widened in amusement.

“You’re really gonna make me have the same diet as you while you’re pregnant.”

“You’re suffering with me! You caused this!” I gestured to my stomach

“Oh, cmon-“

“That also means the smoking’s gotta go.” A smile spread across my lips as Sam reached into his back pocket and handed me his packet of cigarettes.

“It’s done. As of today it’s completely done.” Sam took out his wallet next and dropped a twenty on the table. “C’mon I wanna take you somewhere.” With that he stood up grabbing my hand and whisking me out of the restaurant.

I was still hungry but the curiosity of where Sam was taking me was out weighing the hunger. Wherever he was taking me was clearly not in walking distance because the two of us sat on the train heading towards the center of downtown. He had his arm around me as he told me all the amazing things he was going to do as a dad. We passed the stop that was suppose to be for downtown, now the train was taking us out of the congested part of the city towards the residential neighborhoods. The train pulled to a halt in an area I didn’t know too well.  

“C’mon” Sam said as he grabbed my hand leading me off the train. We walked for awhile until he stopped us in front of a white rundown house with a for sale sign in the front yard. It had a large red sticker across the white sign that read ‘SOLD’ in big red letters. I looked from Sam to the two story colonial style house, butterflies filling my stomach. It was small and quaint with a decently sized front yard. The shutters were falling off and the paint was peeling. “I know it doesn’t look like much but Nathan said he’d help me fix it up.” Turning to my husband I stared at him in disbelief.


“I was planning on fixing it up. I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary.” I was speechless.

“You bought me a house.” I stated deadpan.

“Yeah, you said you always wanted a white two story house preferably colonial style with black shutters, a red door, and a yard you could grow flowers in, but you didn’t want to leave the city. So here you’re still in the city but the residential part.” He paused staring at me for a reaction. “There’s a bakery a few blocks away and a park a few blocks that way.” He pointed in the direction of the house “When he, or she, is old enough I could be their soccer coach or something dadish like that.” Turning to Sam I could see my future is his eyes. “Do you like it? I know it’s not-“ Before he could finish his sentence I had jumped into his arms wrapping my own around his neck.

“This is beyond enough! this is more than enough! You are perfect!” I pretty much yelled as his arms wrapped around my waist holding me up.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad!” His excitement boomed through the summer air. Pulling back I saw tears in Sam’s eyes for the first time since our wedding day.

“We are having a baby” I whispered against his lips.

“We are gonna be parents” his voice cracked

anonymous asked:

Favorite moments of Samurai Jack S5 so far?


  • the backgrounds
  • jack’s hair. jack’s beard. jack’s big ol eyes. just jack
  • that one shot at the very beginning of episode one where jack’s about to run over those beetle droid things and it zooms in on the back wheel of the motorcycle just as spikes come out and the music’s doing this cool thing and
  • ASHI
  • every time jack does the :< face
  • the scotman’s army of beautiful thicc daughters
  • episode 2. just episode 2. everything about it was perfect. best episode of the season so far imho
  • aku being way too relatable
  • jack and his wolf friend
  • ashi: [screams about how she’s gonna kill jack] jack: “you are very troubled”
  • jack making an outfit out of pieces from a giant green bug thing and wearing it like gucci
  • ashi smiling and finally being happy in episode 5
  • the animation!!!
  • that scene in episode 4 that’s all purples, blues, and pinks that was just a really pretty scene
  • the fact that the show actually grew up with it’s audience
  • the balance between heavy themes and comedy/lighthearted moments
  • the scotsman spending his last moments on earth roasting the shit out of aku
  • then coming back as a ghost with CELTIC MAGIC
  • making me cry over ladybugs
  • “there is beautiful light” J ACK
  • the fight sequences 
  • the torn mini skirt, armor, and knee high boots look in episode 2
  • cult of aku: worships him like he’s an all powerful, all mysterious deity who cannot be touched by humans 
  • scaramouche: casually calls up aku on his iphone
  • “au revoir. that’s french for YOU’RE DEAD BABE”
  • backpack ashi
  • jack’s bedtime story in episode 5

my one least favourite moment:


anonymous asked:

After watching R1, it quickly became my fav SW movie and I fell really deep into the SW fandom for the first time. But recently I've honestly kind of felt bad about myself because I loved the whole squad, including Jyn, and I absolutely love Jyn/Cassian, but the amount of vitriol surrounding both is unlike anything I've ever seen in any fandom. I know I shouldn't let antis get to me, and I don't want to give them the satisfaction. Do you have any advice on how to keep a positive head space?

First of all, nonny, I am so happy you love Rogue One so much! I know so many people have had it skyrocket to their favorite Star Wars movie and are finding themselves in fandom for the first time. It’s great to see and participate in all this Star Wars love. That is what fandom is all about.

Given that, I am so sorry that the antis are getting you down. People can be jerks, and antis feed off the way they upset people. I’ve come across this with many of my favorite characters and it’s really just same old, same old with these people. The structure of Tumblr makes it a little harder to get around them but here is my advice.

1) If you see antis when you go into the tag, go ahead and block them. I block freely and without reserve. People who don’t respect the tag or don’t try to keep their posts out of the search results are trying to rile you up and they don’t deserve the satisfaction.

2) Do not directly engage with a post. What I do and what I’ve seen others do is create a new post that mentions the claim and then debunks it. What you are interested in is not convincing the anti, who is out to destroy happiness, but to generate positive conversation with people who are casually reading things (and your friends). Keep the high ground at all times. Responding to the post directly only feeds the trolls. If by some bizarre unfortunate chance you get anon hate, delete it without publishing. Imagine the anti, refreshing your blog over and over waiting to see your outrage in vain.

3) If you have friends who are posting negative things about Jyn or Jyn/Cassian, ask them if they can use a tag so you can blacklist their posts. Friends don’t want to keep upsetting friends, after all. I use Tumblr Savior but XKit is also a good tool to filter out these posts.

4) Rewatch Rogue One! (Maybe stop right after they go through the shield gate so you don’t cry but up until that point it makes me purely happy.) Watch Jyn learn to trust again and find a home after being abandoned for so many years! Watch Cassian yell for her in concern and go back for her repeatedly, even when the mission does not require it! Watch them have no concept of personal space, even when they’re upset with each other! Watch the entire Rogue One team bond and become a found family! Watch the way Jyn and Cassian light up in the “welcome home” scene with bonus leaning! Watch the elevator scene! The good news is that canon is on our side.

5) Most importantly, focus on the joy in fandom :) There are so many more fans who love this movie and Jyn and Jyn/Cassian than people who hate her and the ship. There are many people who are not on Tumblr who love the whole team, including Jyn and this ship. You can follow positive blogs to stay inundated with positive fandom and I have to give a shout out to @therebelcaptainnetwork​ as a central location for happy Jyn/Cassian content.

(When in doubt, step away from Tumblr. Go for a walk, drink some tea, pet a fluffy animal. Fandom should be fun but it’s also important to take breaks when it’s not, as with anything.)

The antis are loud because they want attention but at the end of the day, these people are spending their time hating something instead of creating positive content about something they love. They are the equivalent of the bullies in the parking lot yelling mean things as you drive off with your friends to do something you love, and they should be treated as such - ignored in general and publicly, calmly, and factually refuted when they become a nuisance (like this weekend). In contrast, we get to spend our time being delighted and happy about these characters.

Above all,