they deserve so much more than this though

can we just all take a moment to appreciate phil. 

phil won the bonca all by himself, he worked so hard for it, for more than a decade he’s been doing youtube and he deserves everything he has. dan has always been the more popular one out of the two, but when finally the limelight is on phil and phil alone…

phil drags dan up onto the stage as well, because they’ve done so much together. even though he absolutely didn’t have to, he stil did it.


Robert quite naturally was concerned that any slipup on Sally’s part would undoubtably lead to him.  His concerns magnified when Loyalist officers began living in the Townsend home, but his apprehensions escalated in November 1778, when Simcoe began living there.  He knew by reputation that Simcoe was no fool, and worse yet, he could be ruthlessly brutal.  Even more worrisome to Townsend was the knowledge that Simcoe’s mission included ferreting out enemy espionage activities on Long Island.  In short, the spy hunter was living in the home of the spy he was pursuing.  Townsend was worried that any misstep by himself or Sally would place all the Townsend’s in danger.  Long Island historians like Frances Irwin maintain that Sally had been passing information to Robert for some time, and she continued to do so with intelligence that she gleaned from her association with Simcoe and other Loyalists in the Oyster Bay area.  But no one was more aware than her brother Robert of the disastrous consequences her discovery would have on the Townsend family and indeed on the Culper Ring. — Paul R. Misencik

Okay but like…Tamlin is self-righteous enough to think that he’s morally superior to Rhys even though he slaughtered Rhys’s mother and sister. Like….how sanctimonious can u get…I just…do not understand how anyone could like him or….care about him….I just…he’s so annoying. He thinks he’s so much **better** than the night court and so much more **deserving** of Feyre…and I just….TAMLIN U WOULDN’T GIVE THE WATER WRAITHS A BREAK WHEN THEY WERE STARVING LIKE HOW DO U CONSIDER URSELF A GOOD PERSON OR A FAIR RULER? 

I just wish I could be the best person I can be for you. You deserve so much more. And though I don’t really deserve you, I just really hope I could give you more than everything you need and want.

Summary: You’ve been troubled, lately, plagued with dreams that you’re certain aren’t your own. And these aren’t just average dreams… 

Word Count: 4267, Christ.


Notes: Well, have another decidedly large piece. Obi-Wan deserves much more love than he gets, so enjoy this smutty, lust-fueled fic. Lots of mutual pining ahead, friends. Brace yourselves. Also, for the lovely @radmerrmaid. Eat it up, my friend. ;)

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SHINee Reaction || Their Best Friend Fixing Lunch For All The Members


“Aww! You didn’t have to! You could’ve just made it for me~”


“She’s so much better than all of you guys~”


“Did they all really deserve it though? I bought you an ice cream last time”


“A lunch for us all? Aren’t you spoiling us too much? Or is it because your bias is—”
*You cover his mouth and he shuts up*


“Y’all are jealous, aren’t you?”


Stop apologizing, baby girl. Stop saying sorry for things that are entirely out of your control and stop twisting your arm over the fact that you cannot be what somebody else wants. Stop feeling bad about putting your own needs above someone else’s and stop acting as if you owe the world more than it gives you.  Stop putting yourself down for the silliest of reasons and stop treating yourself as though you don’t deserve what you want. Because you do, my love, you deserve everything you want and so, so much more.“

"So just breath, baby girl, breathe and remember that you can apologize for a lot of things, but you should never say sorry for being who you are.

—  excerpt from a book i’ll never write #95 // the sun rises and sets with you

anonymous asked:

Andreil 22, 32 or 37 ty love

37. “Wanna dance?”

Three years after graduating, Matt finally proposed to Dan, who got so excited she climbed him like the tree he was to kiss him.  They ended up having to set the wedding date out almost a year later, so they could get the whole team back for the wedding.  And absolutely no one was surprised when Matt asked Neil to be his best man at his wedding, but almost everyone was surprised when he said yes, and then did actual best man duties.  Ok, yeah, the bachelor party was a little awkward at first, but Matt didn’t really want a traditional party anyway, all things considered.  Matt was more than content with just getting trashed while playing Mario Cart.

The day of the actual wedding, Matt almost bolted because even though he loved and adored Dan, Matt had one of those, she deserves so much better than a washed up Exy player, oh gawd Neil just let me go! moments.  But Neil wouldn’t let him and the first thing Matt did post-ceremony was kiss Neil full on the mouth.  Most of the Foxes laughed even as most of the other guests stared in horror.  Only Andrew didn’t laugh, just finished off his flask after staring at them for several long moments.  Eventually he got up and downed five champagne glasses.

Neil wandered back towards their table and looked around for his boyfriend, smiling when he saw him despite Andrew’s grimace.  Andrew grabbed another glass, and sipped it as he walked unsteadily towards his boyfriend.

“Hey, you good?” Neil asked as Andrew took his hand.

“Wanna dance?” Andrew asked pulling Neil towards the dance floor.  Neil looked around, alarmed, but no one had seen him yet.

“Come on, let’s go get some fresh air,” Neil suggested, tugging Andrew towards a set of stairs.  Andrew let him take him to the roof without much comment.  Once alone, Neil turned to Andrew and opened his mouth to ask him what was going on, but Andrew spoke before him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and Neil shook his head.  Andrew pulled out of Neil’s grip and curled in on himself.

“Andrew, what’s wrong?” Neil asked. as Andrew walked to the ledge pulling out a pack of cigarettes.  Andrew shook his head as he lit a cigarette.  “Do you wanna talk about it?”  Andrew shook his head, no, again.  They could just hear the slow music from the roof.  Andrew chugged the rest of the champagne.

“I wanna dance,” Andrew repeated.  Neil sighed and closed the gap between him and his boyfriend; he held out a hand and Andrew took it, pulling Neil close.  Neil could smell the cologne Nicky had picked out from him.  Andrew surprised Neil, pulling him close and leaning into him.  They’d been together for years, but Andrew still had very strict touching rules which just made Neil more nervous.  They didn’t so much dance as lean close to each other and sway together.  As soon as the song changed, Andrew pulled away and took a long drag of his cigarette.

“You gonna talk to me now?” Neil asked.  Andrew didn’t say anything for a long time, just stood there smoking.  When he finished with his cigarette he lit another with the burning stub.  Once done with the second, he turned back to Neil.

“Do you like dancing?” Andrew asked, and Neil shook his head, no.

“What?  No!  Not particularly.”  Andrew nodded and picked at his armband.

“You know I can’t give you this,” he said bluntly, waving his hand about.  Neil blinked, not comprehending what Andrew was really saying.  “Jeeze, Josten!  Why do you have to be so dense?”  Neil blinked and waited.  “A wedding,” Andrew finally said and Neil sighed.

“Andrew, I don’t want a wedding,” Neil said and Andrew glared at him.  “What could possibly make you think I did?”  Andrew fiddled with his collar and then shrugged.

“I mean, we’re here aren’t we?  You’re the best man, aren’t you?” Andrew asked.  Neil sighed a little.

“My best friend asked-”  Andrew squawked despite himself.

“I thought I was your best friend.”  Neil’s face fell a little.  He’d never seen Andrew like this in the past three years, and couldn’t think about the weirdness of the situation.

“Jeeze Minyard, dense much?  How much have you had to drink?”  Andrew opened his mouth to reply, but Neil interrupted him.  “You’re like my best best friend.  You’re my boyfriend.  I don’t want or need anything else from you.  I can’t believe weddings make you the biggest drama king,” he laughed.  Andrew made a face.

“I’m not-”  Neil pointed at him and Andrew closed his mouth.  He closed the gap between them again and leaned into Neil’s space but didn’t touch him.  “Can I kiss you?  Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” Neil whispered and Andrew brushed his lips gently against Neil’s and leaned into him so they could slow dance some more even though a fast song played in the background.  Neither of them noticed Nicky and Kevin until it was too late.  Nicky ran across the roof from Andrew holding his phone high, laughing at Andrew’s threats if he didn’t fucking delete it right now.

“It’s too cute,” Nicky yelled as Andrew wrestled him to the ground, tugging the phone away.  Yelling triumphantly, Andrew got to his feet and threw the phone over the side of the building just missing some wedding guests.  Nicky shrugged.  “I already saved it to the cloud.”  Andrew growled and walked away as Nicky called out to him he owed him a new phone.  Shrugging, Andrew stalked down the stairs and Neil followed him, shaking his head a little.  He never would have thought that weddings would have such an impact on Andrew.

Halloween 1981 - James

James Potter suddenly found himself somewhere he didn’t know. He was sure there was green light and a man with a snake-like face in front of him a second ago. There were people around him, who didn’t even look his way. Then it dawned on him: Lily. He had failed the love of his life and his son. He couldn’t stop death. Death. He was dead even though he had so much to live for but it was necessary. Maybe I bought enough time for them to apparate, they were all that mattered. Black messy haired and green eyed boy and his mother, they deserved what James selflessly sacrificed. He wanted to live but he would rather die if it meant saving them, four identical green eyes meant so much more than his hazel ones. 

James wanted to know what was going on, whether they made it out or not. Lily and Harry, that was all he could think about. Before he knew it he was looking at the place he once called home. It hadn’t been a minute since his body fell on the floor, Death was making his way to the red haired girl and the small baby in her arms. They don’t deserve this.

He was betrayed by someone he trusted. He trusted a lot, Sirius always warned him about it. Sirius. They never told anyone they changed the Secret Keeper. Moony, please believe him.

Death was close now, he blasted the door, his wand was inches away from Lily Evans’ heart, a heart so pure James never felt like he deserved it. She was putting herself between Harry and Death, he told her to move, she didn’t. You didn’t have the option of disagreeing with Death. She was so brave, she was love. James knew they would be together again. Four short years they had together, it wasn’t enough and this wasn’t fair.

Betrayed by the person he thought he saved.

James shut his eyes, he shut them so hard his face shrivelled. He didn’t want to see it, he didn’t want to see life leave Lily’s eyes, the eyes he loved so much, the eyes that had the most beautiful shine to them when she smiled. Her smile. The way she smiled when James kissed her, he felt her smile from her lips even though his eyes were closed. James felt himself a little better, he didn’t dare open his eyes. A soft voice called his name, his favourite, but he knew she was crying. 

Death had his wand directed at the head of the small boy. If they had him too, there would be no reason the stay here. Potters, there and gone in a heartbeat, just because James trusted the wrong person. This is all my fault.

Lily was barely standing, holding onto James. James wanted to close his eyes again but Lily didn’t, he had to be with her. He didn’t want to let her down again, she deserves so much more. His heart, his head, his body, everything hurt so bad. 

They could have gotten through this, there was a way, there always was a way. He just couldn’t find it.

James saw the green light leave the tip of the wand. It was a miracle. He saw Death collapse under his own weight, a miracle so strong it blew half of their home up. Harry was alright. Lily was hanging on his shirt, she was looking at their son, a lightning scar on his head and tears flowing down his cheeks. He is alive. He didn’t understand how it happened, he didn’t care.

James drowned in his guilt avoiding Lily’s eyes, he wanted to hug her tell her he was sorry but he had a knot in his stomach. He knew he was going to see disappointment in her eyes. Instead he saw love, because that’s what Lily Evans felt in her veins. Love and gratitude flowing out of every inch of her body. James had never loved her more.

James Potter and Lily Evans kept living through Harry’s messy black hair, green eyes, heart of gold and trust. They were everywhere, Harry just didn’t know it.

Halloween 1981 - Lily

I’m so sad about kibo what the heck

he was a manipulated doll controlled by the audience and the mastermind to keep the game in order but he refused to stay that way. Even though he WAS created that way from the beginning. He was able to save his friends with his life which makes him more human than anyone else. I respect him so much… He didn’t deserve it.. he was so brave to have gone against what he was supposed to be, his identity.  He broke out of that shell and ended up saving three whole precious lives (thanks to all of the connections he’s made throughout the plot) I’M SO PROUD OUR ROBOT BOY

it makes me so sad to think our cute robot cinnamon roll never stood a chance to live the way he is.. if the game continued on he would have lived but he would have lost all his friends and perhaps even wiped of his previous memories. If the game came to an end like how it was like in the end he would have needed to die. Either way his fate is ugh and he’s such a tragic character

he deserves a lot of love people pLEASE GIVE HIM LOTS OF LOVE…


Screencap Meme - The Bransons + Touch Me

Requested by piperholmes

okay, i’ve calmed down a bit now after that…. thing that happened. i’m going to cherish all the good things we got out of it, everything with john and sherlock in this episode was good, i even appreciate the ending even though we deserved more than that. way more than that. but it’s was ambiguous, an open ending, a story we get to decide what happens to ourselves if they never do another series. they are together at baker street again, they’ve been through so much together which means they can handle everything that’s coming after this. i am incredibly disappointed with how they treated us, with how they tricked us and how we always were much smarter than them. we came up with a better story.

the lying detective was such a good episode, and getting the final problem after such a brilliant thing, was like getting hit very hard in the face. i thought i would cry much and not getting any sleep after this episode, but this wasn’t the way i expected it to happen. all that character development, all that story building, everything just felt so… it didn’t feel at all. but again, i’m so thankful for the john and sherlock moments we got. when sherlock called john family, that warmed my heart so much. they love each other, they really do, and they always will. they’re together at baker street again and nothing can stop them, nothing. this is just another beginning.

but we deserve more. if they do another series, they cannot keep doing this. i didn’t think they were queerbaiting us, but if we never get another series, or if the next series won’t confirm anything, it will go down in history as the worst queerbaiting tv series ever made and i don’t accept that.

i don’t know, i just wanted to write out my thoughts. i’m not angry anymore, i’m disappointed, but also hopeful that we as a community will hold on to what we have, but i’m not blaming anyone if they can’t do it anymore. it’s okay. i’m not okay, not yet, but i will be.

so @saavikam77 made this post and naturally i went, “angst?? angst!!” so here have some maybe implied atomwave ??? (didn’t really have that in mind but if u squint……..)


Ray walks past Mick’s room at least four times within the hour. He means to go in, no one else will. He doesn’t blame them. Mick betrayed them, turned the spear right over, and joined The Legion of Doom. Ray won’t blame it all on Mick though. He’s not going to pretend he and the others didn’t give Mick the respect he deserved. Trust, at least. He was a part of the team, had their backs. He fought along side with the rest of them. The least they could do was stop treating him like he was still that criminal that hopped on the Waverider all that time ago. Because he was so much more than that.

Ray finally works up the nerve and goes inside. He tells Gideon to turn on the lights and, as he looks around, the emptiness overwhelms him slightly. There’s a set of weights in the corner, shelves with all kinds of thing on them, things Mick most likely stole (and, okay, so Mick still takes the occasional piece of priceless art or jewelry. Ray is not gonna chastise him for it). His bed is made, and there’s a small pile of books on the floor next to it. Ray walks over, intending to look through the pile, but he nearly trips over something.

It’s a cage.

A cage with a rat in it.

The rat.

Ray picks it up and the rat perks up, wiggling its nose up at him.

“Hey, little fella,” Ray says, “remember me? You tried to eat me.”

The rat continues to sniff at Ray and he smiles.

“Yeah, I guess I was a lot smaller then.” Ray sits on the bed and places the cage next to him.

Ray looks around the room. It’s packed with all kinds of stuff, but it feels so empty. Lonely. He looks down at the small animal.

“You know, it was very irresponsible for Mick to just leave you here,” Ray says, voice cracking towards the end.

Ray shuts his eyes, feeling heat behind his lids. He scrubs his hands over his face, and sucks in a deep breath. It’s shaky and Ray almost chokes on the small sob that follows. He’s not going to do this, not here, not in this room. Mick would roast him he caught him crying in his room.

Ray turns his attention back to the rat.

“How would you like to stay in my room with me?” Ray asks the rodent. “I mean, as usual I have to be the responsible one,” he snorts and stands from the bed, picks up the cage and looks at the rat.

“Just until Mick gets back, okay?” Ray says, and his chest feels tight. Yeah, just until Mick comes back.

Ray steps out of the room, cage in hand, telling Gideon to kill the lights. He looks back for a second, then slides the door shut, and walks away.

One time I had a guy come to the check out who was talking on his phone. This is something I usually find really rude but it was obvious that he was talking to his boss or someone important, and unlike a lot of people who talk on the phone when they’re paying he actually acknowledged my existence and said please/thank you/have a nice day and listened to what I was saying and said sorry about ten times. But this old lady behind me him then decided to though a fit literally yelling about how rude he was being and how horrible this generation was. By the time I rang up her purchase and she complained about how the youth of today had no respect for others she took a good look at my hair (a line bob with side cut, curled to perfection and slaying it that day even if I do say so myself thank you very much) and said “well you’re a bit dykey looking aren’t you?”. I asked her a lot more politely than she deserved that I had other customers to see to and I needed her to step aside from the counter.

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Thank you guys so much I just hit 1.1k and I live every single one of you more than I can express thank you so much I still want to do blog rates (maybe this weekend??) But I’ve been putting it off TYSM THOUGH ILY ALL SO MUCH MORW THAN WORDS CAN EXPRESS YOU AR ALL AMAZING AND DESERVE THE WORLD ILYSM!! =^•W•^=💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕