the other ones will be up soon

anonymous asked:

Are you doing headcanons for characters? If so, do you have any for aro wallid? (I'm sorry if you're not)

i’m doing headcanons all day every day

  • he became friends with jimmy in middle school & he wasn’t really sure why he turned so red whenever he was around & giggled at all of the shitty memes he had on his phone but it was nice
  • but then jimmy tried to ask him out and well. that was weird.
  • at first he just tells jimmy he doesn’t like boys & it’s awkward but well. that’s that, right?? they’re still on good terms & they start talking about making a video game club together
  • he ends up staring one at asagao & they have a lot of fun together but it doesn’t take long for the feeling of being slightly different to set back in
  • at some point his friends start pairing off. soon everyone in hidden block has a significant other besides him, and he feels like he should be upset or something, but………… he isn’t. honestly, he can’t bring himself to care.
  • everyone else seems to care, though. jimmy keeps on teasing him about getting a girlfriend and luke wants to try setting him up with somebody. even ian takes jabs at him being the only single one sometimes. he just doesn’t get why it’s such a big deal.
  • in the end, while luke is telling him about some cute girl in the school band who he thinks he’d be perfect with, wallid ends up snapping and yelling that he doesn’t want a girlfriend; he doesn’t want anybody at all.
  • he didn’t even realize it until the words were out of his mouth. he just………. never really liked anyone, period. he starts laughing, quietly at first, until soon he’s on the floor in a joyous giggle fit.
  • of course everyone else is wondering what the fuck is going on, but once he explains they all make a blood oath never to bother him about romance stuff again

Royalty AU - Princess Alya of the Césaire Kingdom

(Marinette, Adrien) (other classmates coming soon)


Jackson Whittemore X Girl

Requested: Nah,

Plot: Willow Winchester is the daughter of Sam Winchester, and when they ride into Beacon Hills. Willow finds herself caught between her ex and her family.

Word Count: 2,160

A/N: The second gif is @bonniebird and the other ones aren’t my gifs, I’ve never done a cross over before so bare with me.  The crossover is for a celebration for hitting 400 followers.

I sat in the back of the slick black Chevy Impala, ear buds in my ears as my uncle and father talked about god knows what. My body stopped responding to the music as soon as I saw the ‘Welcome To Beacon Hills’ sign.

A shiver ran up and down my spine making my body temperature stone cold. I remembered the last time I’ve been in this town, the time in my life where I had been a rebellious teen. I tolled my dad I hated him, because he’d never tell me anything about my mother, He’d always get touchy about it. It’s always been a sore subject for him.

I stole money from both my uncle and father. I had no guilt doing it, only feeling like I’ve stolen headphones from them. I ripped the tracker they thought I didn’t notice, out of my phone. I then waited for the right moment to run off.

At the end of my journey I found myself in a little town in California, Beacon Hills. it was as far as I could get away from my dad at this point. I couldn’t drive since I was only fourteen at the time. I was there for a few months until my uncle Dean found me and dragged me back.

In that time I had gain relationships with people, people I never wanted to let go. That wasn’t my life, that was the life I wanted. It was normal, all I wanted for my life was to normal.

I yanked my mind from the past and into the present, I glanced up at the rear-view mirror. To already see my uncle looking at me with his eyebrows raised. Asking if I’d be fine. I didn’t even know the answer to that myself, so  I shrugged at him.

my uncle was the only one who knew about me being here before. My dad thought I escaped to Las Vegas, my uncle came up with a lie and my dad believed him. My dad was always so naïve about certain things.  

Uncle Dean pulled up into a parking lot of a hotel, I pulled out my ear buds and wrapped them around my phone. “I’m going to check in.” Uncle Dean acknowledged us before me and dad could speak up at the same time.

My dad let out a husky chuckled as I pulled open the handle of the car. I stretched every single one of my limbs, I moaned out feeling my stiff bones and muscles loosen up a bit.

“Feeling better?” Dad asked with  amusement. I looked up at him nodding my head. “I thought you’d be use to it already, from the many times you’ve sat in this car.” He mentioned as he still watched me, I shook my head.

“Your so off dad, I hate sitting in there all day without a run or just a simple walk. I feel like a caged animal.” I said now having the urge to run a mile or two.

“It’s because you are, Willow.” Uncle rasied his voice as he came closer, with three room keys in his hand. I faked laughed with a believable smile , “That’s really funny.” I said sarcastically, grabbing one on the keys from his hand. Sliding it in my back pocket.

“Some one was bitten.” He mumbled to my dad,

“I’m right here”

“She hasn’t gone for a run yet,” Dad defended.

“What is my niece a dog now?” He asked. 

After we entered the hotel and carried our baggage up to our room on the four floor. Uncle Dean hopped in the shower while dad and I got ready for a quick run.  I tied my hair in a high pony tail, pulling at it to tighten. I had on spandex short and fitted t-shirt, also wearing black runners.


I smiled at him with the brightest smile, my body getting bouncy by the second. “You have no idea.” I beamed right before I walked out of the room with my dad by my side. We’ve always ran together in the mornings, but in this case we run together in the late night.

during the run all I could feel was free as sweat ran down my forehead. My legs still wanting more, I speed up thinking back to the past. I didn’t want to run into the people I use to know here. Especially Scott, he was almost like a brother to me. Same with Stiles, since he was always caring and by Scott’s side. If I did happen to run into them, I hope they don’t remember me.

I woke up the next morning with stirs. I stretched sighing lightly, feeling good from the run last night. I sat up, by the way I was so energized, I knew dad let me sleep in. I yawned a little, seeing uncle Dean leaning over dad as he researched on his precious laptop.

“So what’s the lead on this one?” I asked pulling myself to the headboard and lean my back against it. Both men jumped at my voice making me mentally roll my eyes at them. They were so concentrated they didn’t even notice me wake up.

dad recovered from it quickly, “Morning,” He began with a warm smile. “Werewolves, there are a couple in town as if they have a pull to this place.” Uncle mentioned.

“Well it was going to be something, this is easy.” I said

“There was a killing in the forest near the high way. A burned down house close by. The Hale house, there were rumours about the family that lived there.” Dad said now shutting his lap top as uncle took a few steps back.

“And?’ I asked with raised eyebrows encouraging one of them to carry on. “…And we’re going to check it out, it seems a little suspicious. The house might be their den.”  Uncle explained as dad began to pack few guns and bottles of wolf’s bane in the hotel room.

“Now get ready Pipsqueak.” Uncle Dean said calling me my childhood nick name. I ripped the sheets from my body, now I glared at him deeply. “I’m seventeen, you can stop calling me that.” I scowled at him.

The men both chuckled at me while I walked into the bathroom. I brushed my hair, leaving it down as I applied makeup on my face. I walked out hearing them groan, “What!” I shot at them.

‘The makeup again?” Dad asked,

“Well I am a girl.” I insisted,

“It’s waste of our time, Willow.” uncle dean complained next.

“I guess you should of woken be up, I missed my run.” I shot back at both of them before pulling clothes from my bag. I looked at both of them as they stared at me.

“Go wait in the car, I’ll be there in less than five minutes.” I demanded, They looked at each other before hurrying out of the room, “Nice job Sammy.” Uncle Dean mumbled and patted my dad on the back before they vanished behind the door.

The engine died as uncle Dean parked his beautiful car on the side of the highway. The forest began on the right side of us, deep like the ocean. We got out of the car making our way to the truck.

Uncle Dean unlocked the hood that held most of our weapons and defence. He skimmed through it all. “Here, Pipsqueak.” He said with a smirk on his face as he handed me my small handgun that held the bullets laced with wolf’s bane. My black dagger with a bottle of wolf’s bane. I glared at him before stepping aside.

Dad had picked out the same, but his gun and dagger are bigger than mine were. Uncle Dean grabbed his before he closed the truck. “Let’s find those son of a bitches,” He said as we headed into the woods.

Our guns in hand while we looked for the burned down house. Not on high alert, but still paying attention to our surrounding. In case they were expecting us to come for them.

thirty minutes into our search, dad spotted the house  a few yards away from us. It was a big family house, less burnt down than I thought I’d be. Still had a sturdy structure for a house little this, it wasn’t anything I expected at all.

“Willow I want you to be careful when going in.” Uncle Dean said starting to round  the back of the house, dad fallowing in tact. I rolled my eyes, he was hinting I was the bait again.

“why cant dad be the bait this time? I’m always the bait.” I complained sighing.
“You just said it yourself, you’re always the bait, you know the routine.” He said now getting out of ear range. my body fell from it’s stright posture, glaring down the forest floor. Just great.

I tucked my handgun in the back on my jean’s waist band, I was still a huge distance away from the house. I needed it for what I had to do next. I dragged my dagger from my waist and over my hip bone. Splitting my shirt and healed skin into a massive cut. I breathed heavily, clenching my jaw to stop the screams wanting to come out.

I leaned down swiping the sharp dagger with more pressure over my calf. Blood flowed down my leg and black jeans. I then wiped the knife clean on my shirt, I slide the now clean dagger into my left combat boot.

I collected blood from the gashes and spread it all over my clothes and skin. I also grabbed dirt and did the same with it. I ripped my flannel all over and shook it off my shoulder, letting it hang on my arms. Running my hands through my hair, making it look like I haven’t washed it for days.

My routine was different for every mythical creature we have hunted. Acting like I escaped from someone and now trying to find help, was the werewolf routine. I started running towards the house making my breathing faster. I faked a limp as I continued my scared run.

I banged on the door rapidly, screaming bloody murder for help. The door was yanked open a few minutes later, letting me fall on the floor hard. I stopped my frantic yelling once I felt hands grab my arm and pull me up.

I stopped my act as soon as my eyes landed on icy blue ones. Familiar blues, the same ones that I grew to love when I lived in Beacon Hills. “Willow?” He asked, his voice deeper than I remember. confusion was written all over his face.

“Jackson.” I breathed out, He looked a little different, but had the same defined face and broad body as before. Everything about him was intensified, memories flashed in my head, all the perfect memories I had with him.

It surprised me that he was standing it front of me, of  a people I could have ran into. It was him, my ex-boyfriend. My first love. Before I could properly process this. He hooked his arms around me, yanking me closer to him. I immediately wrapped my arms around him in a hug.  

From where we stood I could only sense one werewolf, that was him. Were was his pack? Did he even have one, or did he kill those people himself.

“I thought you ran away from me!” He stated letting go of me. I shook my head with a sad  smile.

“No,  but I probably would have if I knew you were a werewolf at the time.”

“How do you know?” He was confused and I hated how attractive it was.

“I’m a hunter, I kill the supernatural.” I said letting him swallow it down.

“Since when?”

“Since the beginning”

In the corner of my eye I could see them, both with fierce expression. Guns raised up, my heart began to pick up speed. their target, the werewolf, Jackson is their werewolf.

The sound of the bullet leaving the gun was loud, my eyes wide as I instantly shoved Jackson away, with both hands on his chest. It was a weird instinct I had with him near me, It’s always been there.

I ran in front of him, protecting Jackson from my family. My dad and uncle have be hard glares as they started to drop their guns. “ Willow, what are you doing?” Dad growled out as uncle Dean gave me a now knowing look.

“Get out of the way, Pipsqueak.” His voice calm as he spoke, I didn’t care what my uncle Dean called me. I wasn’t going to let them kill the one and only person I’ve ever loved. I was scared that they kill him, because if it was the other way around. I’d have no second thought.

“I can’t do that, Dean.”

“God damn it!” Luca said frustratedly. He had been attempting to carry groceries up to his apartment but with his left arm pinned in a brace and sling to his chest, thanks to his broken collar bone, it wasn’t going well. Using only his right arm, he’d managed to pick up all the bags but soon everything was too heavy and the milk and two other bags fell in the middle of the lobby. 

Attempting to pick it up with one arm would be too difficult, especially since bending his neck at all still hurt. The hockey player looked around and saw a familiar face. “Hey! Would you mind..” his eyes looked down to the bags. God he hated asking for help. “I uhm….I just…it’s kind of….hard,” the last words came out soft, barely audible. 

anonymous asked:

Could you please do a Jughead imagine where Jughead and the reader both have a crush one each other but are too awkward and nervous to say anything. This leads to Jug asking Archie for advice who tells him to write a song and do the whole throwing pebbles at the window and standing outside her window singing to her and it's really fluffy and happy (but if they lean in to kiss they bump noses and are really awkward cause it's both they're first kiss and they don't really know what to do. Thanks!

this is adorable. It will be up as soon as I am able :)

Probably one of my favourite things that’s happened this year is when these two girls went on the Australian version of ‘The Bachelor’ to win over a guy named Richie..

and as soon as they met on the show they instantly became friends

they both left the show and started hanging out lots

and lots

and lots

and then that friendship

turned into a relationship


I’m trying to get over you, I’m trying so goddamned hard. And some mornings I wake up and think, yes, maybe I finally am free. Free from my echoing thoughts of you. Free from the constant battle of loving you and losing you. But then other mornings I wake up and all I can think about is how your eyes look with sunlight in them and how your face looks just before you break into a smile.
Maybe we aren’t meant to be together, maybe not now, maybe not ever.
And I don’t wanna have a single grain of hope, because blessed are those with no expectations.
But sometimes I think against my own will that what if we break all the laws?
Maybe we’ll forget each other soon but what if we meet again someday in the future, and in one look we’ll feel the ache in our hearts of our incomplete love, and maybe then I’ll be right for you, and you’ll be right for me?
Maybe we are meant to be together, maybe not now, but maybe someday.

“When it’s one of them, it’s fine, but as soon as the other walks in, they light up and their ages seem to drop by 30 years. It’s like the difference between having one puppy in a room and having two puppies in a room – like it really is, they increase exponentially.”

My baby boy Takashi Shirogane (*´◡`) I’ll draw the others soon | Redbubble 
(Keith, Hunk)

Don’t give up.
I know how you’re feeling because I’ve been where you are and I know it’s hard. It feels like you’re walking in an endless desert with no strength left to keep going and when you look ahead at the miles you have to walk you feel like you can’t possibly make it.
So don’t look ahead for now. Just focus on one day at a time. One step at a time. I know the burden you’re carrying feels heavy, but if you just put one foot in front of the other and take time to focus only on what you need to do today - it will get lighter with every passing day.
Soon, you’ll be able to look ahead at the horizon with a smile and one day you’ll look back on the path you walked and be proud of yourself for never giving up.

Jack is on a show with some other Falconers, answering questions about what it’s like to have the name “Zimmermann” when he offhandedly says “Well, I’m actually thinking of changing it soon.”

The interviewer is a bit taken aback but he’s being less of a douchbag than some interviewers have been so he’s asking follow up questions all politely and with interest but his friends are also surprised so Tater asks the more obvious question of what he’s changing it to.

And Jack smiles and says “Bittle.”

Now if there’s one universal truth about Jack’s friends, it’s that they’re all clueless and they know Bitty but they’re a bit slow on the uptake. So there’s a few moments when they’re all thinking that 110% Jack Zimmermann should chill a little and it’s Snowy who says “Aren’t you going to wait until you get married first?”

The others are nodding but Jack’s just looking at them with his eyebrows raised slightly, waiting, and then the Falcs… stop… nodding…

A few moments later the interviewer is watching in confusion while Team Tater are marching around the studio, singing off key, and holding Jack above them while he’s asking politely to be put down because Zimboni’s getting married!

Jack officially comes out three minutes later just so the interviewer doesn’t feel so lost

how many times do u think they’ve kissed this weekend. how many times have they made each other breathless from kissing too long. how many pointed comments has eskild made bc they got distracted kissing in the kitchen and he walked in on them. how many times has even gone to get water, or isak left to use the bathroom, just little two minute absences at most, and they still gave each other those quick see-you-soon kisses. how many times has even paused fifa to lean over and kiss the top of isak’s head, his forehead, the tip of his nose. how many times has isak lifted even’s hand where he’s casually holding it to kiss the back. how many times has isak gone along with even goofing off just so he could kiss the smile off even’s face. how many times have they cuddled up in bed and fallen asleep mid-kiss and then kissed one another awake again. how many times have theyakajsla

Alright, since I finished my homework before midnight, I decided to treat myself by sketching Yoosung… yes. He’s holding a finger gun up. Yes. He’s the type to say “You’re under arrest… For stealing my heart.” 

cute things for your otp
  • “QUICK! TAKE A HOLD OF MY HAND!” -“okay, now what?” “nothing i just really wanted to hold your hand.”
  • person a pulling person b out into the rain to dance while person b is reluctant at first and complains they have no music to even dance to whereas person a just laughs and hums a song and immediately person b shuts up
  • “do you want my strawberry?” -”oh! sur—” -”okay then get” (from my mouth) “Hahaha you should have seen your— …f…ace?” -”Thank you very much, that was a nice strawberry.” aka kissing to get the strawberry yes thx
  • listening to their partners heartbeat shortly before falling asleep / having trouble falling asleep but being sooth as soon as the steady rhythm of their partners heartbeat is audible for them
  • writing each other sticky notes on their fridge
  • writing each other silly (love) letters (aka “if you read dis ur gay lmao”)
  • one of them got into a nasty fight and the other one tenderly patches them up later (of course without looking because the other one doesn’t want them to see them bc they’re self-conscious)
  • watching bad movies and laughing about them together
Dating Fred Weasley Would Include

Requested by anon

Originally posted by silverspaceastronaut

  • Teasing each other all the time but adding “I love you” and a kiss to the end of each little tease.
  • Snape deliberately splitting the two of you up and placing you on opposite sides of the classroom. He made the mistake of partnering the two of you up once, and he’s never doing that again.
    - Fred coming over and leaning on your table and giving you a wink, “Blow things up here often?”
  • Snape keeping you after class because you were one of his best students until you started seeing Fred and he’s “disappointed”. Fred kisses you as soon as you leave the class, which gets a very disapproving cough from Snape.
  • Fred meeting you outside each and every class, often surprising you by grabbing you and pushing you against the wall to kiss you.
  • Eventually you tell him you’re worried about yours (and his) grades so Fred starts trying super hard to impress you. He even told you he couldn’t go on a date with you because he had to study. That earned an eyebrow raise from you so he gave in and the two of you had a study date.
  • Fred’s eyes lighting up whenever he makes you smile. ESPECIALLY if you do that look-down-blush-smile.
  • Fred blatantly kissing you in the middle of the corridor just to annoy people and to make sure everyone knows you’re his.
  • “God I love you, (Y/n).”
  • Molly loves you and thinks you’re the sweetest thing. She makes you a jumper with your initial on it and invites you over every holidays. She just loves you.
  • Ginny loves you as well because you’re like an older sister to her. She asks you to braid her hair. She sits in front of you and Fred sits behind you and it’s a little train (except Fred sort of just plays with your hair and kisses you occasionally.)
  • George is a little bit jealous. Even though you and him are really good friends, it’s hard having his twin brother find someone perfect for him while he’s alone.
  • Lots of tickle fights
  • Going to the Yule Ball with Fred. He doesn’t ask you at first because he just assumes you’ll go with him. You end up teasing him and saying he hasn’t asked you yet. He asks you and you say, “Hmmm. I don’t know I’ll have to think about it, weigh in my options.” Fred laughs and kisses you, “I’ll eagerly await your reply.”
  • Both of the twins are incredibly protective over you.
  • If you play Quidditch, you’re a Chaser. If you’re on their team, Fred and George fiercely protect you, but if you’re on the other team (maybe you’re a beater), it’s war. “Whoops sorry Honey didn’t see you there.” As a bludger goes sailing past your ear.
  • Joking and confusing people who don’t understand your relationship; Are you dating? Enemies? Friends?
  • Fred getting jealous at little things when he’s in a mood. You have to hold him back from getting in fights.
  • Fred asking you to marry him a week before Bill and Fleur’s wedding. The two of you try and keep it secret until after their wedding so as not to not steal their thunder but Molly finds out and is so happy for the two of you. (George already knows)
  • Dancing at their wedding until your feet ache and your cheeks ache from smiling so much. 
  • After a few drinks Fred lets it slip to Ron that the two of you are engaged. Ron loudly exclaims “What!?”.
  • Fred loses you in the crowd and drunkenly screams “Where is my wife?!” Then everyone knows.
  • You and Fred end up getting married and Fred is just so happy he can’t stop smiling and he is running around excitedly telling everyone he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you. 


okay one last thing about bootlegs before i’m off for the night

hamilton could literally give out professional recordings for free tomorrow, and it would not put a dent in any of it’s profits. there’s literally another album for it coming out on friday, it’s made three million dollars, it’s double platinum, people up charge tickets in resale to like 400 bucks and people still buy em, the lotto, merch, hamilton chicago/atlanta/los angeles/wherever else it’s gonna be next year. 

this isn’t some small show like tuck everlasting and american psycho was. it’s not gonna close anytime soon like fun home. it’s not being overshadowed by any other show like waitress and school of rock. and it sure as hell isn’t gonna lose any money if they put out a professional recording, free or not. 

so bottom line: if you’re one of those people that’s still bashing fans that watch bootlegs, not just of hamilton, but of any musical, you’re elitist/classist/and probably racist (cause yes, these things do go hand in hand believe it or not), and really just need to shut the fuck up cause the hamilton bootleg isn’t hurting a god damn soul. 


Happy Birthday to my brightest Sun!!!!  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧  I hope he keeps on making me happy for the next year as well~

Don't hit my guys!

Previous boss walked into the office where I was team lead over three engineers. I was out at the time, but heard this from the victim… Boss was angry about a mistake one of my guys made on a architectural plot (not a ‘mistake’, but a 'failure to use telepathy’).

Boss got so angry that while standing behind the seated engineer he punched the guy in the side of the head.

As if immediately realizing what he did was wrong, he said; “Fix it” then left for the day.

I got back to the office soon after and they told me what happened.

We made a pact that is he ever put hands on one of us we’d all stand up and put him down hard and back each other up.

Well, it never came to that. After approaching upper management and HR I got the runaround on reporting the incident. They all basically said; “If it’s was that bad then report it to the police, but he’s too high in the political structure to fire for this.”

Unhappy with that answer, and with my guy unwilling to involve the police, was set a plan into action.

We invited HIS boss, the district manager to see the progress we had made on a day when boss wasn’t around. During this I asked the DM to have “Skip-level 1-on-1s” with my guys saying that it would be good for morale.“ He agreed.

Each one of my guys opened with; "The biggest concern I have is that boss-man punched Tony a couple months ago and HR told us they couldn’t do anything about it. How can you ensure my safety?”

I got called in and gave my story but had to say I wasn’t there. I had tried to report it up through the proper channels and failed. I was told it was political suicide for my entire team if I was to push it.

District Manager didn’t buy in to the political bullshit. He made things happen. We agreed that my guys should not be in fear of physical attack. I also had DM’s backing in case of political fallout, and he was a personal friend of the CEO so that was good enough protection.

Boss-man was walked and trespassed. Boom, headshot.

Don’t hit my guys!

Humans are space orcs #317

So imagine an alien race with only one gender or who have like really different gender characteristics or something.

First, they have trouble understanding that there are genders, because we look really similar regardless of gender, two arms, two legs, no colour scheme to separate “male” from “female” exclusively.

Second, no matter how many times some humans say there are only two genders, others say there are many. It seems, the aliens conclude, that all humans have their own way of defining how many genders there are, and how these are allowed to interact.

Third, the aliens soon discover that the humans get really awkward if you bring up mating (“fucking”) with another human around. And as we all know, humans are space orcs and nothing seem to faze them, so having found this small weakness, the aliens likes to exploit it and mess with the humans as often as they can.


“Officer Toft?”


“Are you and officer Alvarez a couple?”

The humans looked at each other. Their faces scrunched together and assumed a colour resembling the mess hall walls. The ensign could barely contain its delight.

“We are both men, ensign. Just because we are the only two humans…”

The human trailed off, blushing harder by the minute and refusing to meet the eyes of its fellow. The other human looked surprised and then a small smile erupted on its face. It reached out its hand and placed it carefully on top of the others knee.

“We are not a couple, but I understand your confusion,” it proclaimed. “I mean, we are usually keeping pretty close.”

The ensign nodded both antennae slowly, not sure where this was going.

The human who had spoke last moved closer to the other. The ensign immediately got a bad feeling. The human put its darker hand on the paler ones jaw and smiled sweetly before leaning in.

The ensign felt all vital fluids drain his extremities. Meeting mouths was highly inappropriate, not to mention unsanitary! Gagging, the alien fled.

The ensign leaned against the wall, weak legged, as its sensitive antennae picked up the scattered conversation between the humans.

“Wha…good for?”

“To mess… mess with them.”


“Also… anted to kiss you… really long time.”

More noices and the ensign moved away. There was certainly a downside to teasing the humans.