this is all he could want


Pride Month Celebration:

For a long time, I was afraid to be who I am because I was taught by my parents that there’s something wrong with someone like me. Something offensive, something you would avoid, maybe even pity. Something that you could never love. My mom, she’s a fan of St. Thomas Aquinas. She calls pride a sin. And of all the venal and mortal sins, St. Thomas saw pride as the queen of the seven deadlies. He saw it as the ultimate gateway sin that would turn you quickly into a sinaholic. But hating isn’t a sin on that list. Neither is shame. I was afraid of this parade because I wanted so badly … to be a part of it. So today, I’m marching for that part of me that was once too afraid to march. And for all the people who can’t march, the people living lives like I did. Today, I march to remember that I’m not just a me. I’m also a we. And we march with pride.  

-Nomi Marks, Sense8 


I’m so fucking sick of SM. If Yixing leaves Exo its obvious why. They could have pushed back the comeback, they could have found ways to include him with just vocals. But no. Instead he is forced to stay out of their touring, which SM can’t even release a statement on, and now this shit. It doesn’t make any sense why he couldn’t be involved in some way. I feel like he truly would never want to leave the group but things don’t look good. Their fucking excuse doesn’t even make sense. “Because his schedule was long.” Is he tired, SM? Is he sick? Is he injured? Are y'all just racist to other Asians? Nothing. I’m so pissed. And not only. But if it was because he was tired, then why did he come to Korea for a day(to settle this obvi.) Only to fly right back to China to continue working during the time exo was finishing the comeback. And dont give me the kpop ban bullshit. Both countries were working on it. And they wouldn’t sabotage one of their biggest income groups comeback so ONE GUY could promote individually in China.

Connor Murphy with a Writer S/O Headcanons Part 2

Part 2 to this.

  • Ok, now you two were inseparable. Connor went with you everywhere, and you ditched class with Connor all the time.
  • Connor opened up to you little by little. Even told you that he wanted to do therapy for years, but his parents kept on saying he didn’t need it.
  • You were furious. You helped him as much as you could. Connor began to help himself sometimes, too. It was amazing.
    • “(Y/n)?”
    • “Everything ok, Connor?”
    • “I feel…”
    • He wouldn’t need to say anything else. You’d hug him and kiss him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.
    • Connor would push you away sometimes too, go silent and just not talk to you.
    • “Connor?”
    • Silence
    • “Superman,” you’d drawl and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “hey, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
    • Still silence.
    • “Ok, I’ll be right here when you need me.”
  • Then, you got a job. You wanted the money for yourself, sure, college and publishing and all that, but your main reason was Connor.
  • You emailed a doctor that Connor contacted a long time ago. You explained what was happening to Connor, and that doctor knew a therapist who would give you a discount just for Connor.
    • “Connor?”
    • “Everything ok?”
    • “Perfect, actually. Uh, so I’ve been saving up some money.”
    • “Where are you going with this?”
    • “Well, I know you’ve wanted to go to therapy, and one of the psychologists offered you a discount for sessions.”
    • Connor blinked.
    • You froze, scared you did something wrong. That you were intruding and that Connor didn’t want any therapy anymore.
    • Then, he took you in his arms with tears in his eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered.
    • You could breathe when you heard those words. You hugged him back as he whispered those two words over and over.
  • Twice a week, you and Connor walked to the psychologist’s. You waited inside another room where you could write and read.
  • When Connor missed a session, whether it was because he had a particularly bad day or because his parents forced him to go somewhere, the psychologist gladly moved his appointment and never deprived Connor a session.
  • Both of you still get teased and bullied. It doesn’t get to either of you as much, though. The other was always there.
  • You were a writer, so you developed your own sense of wit when it came to responding to bullying
    • One time, Connor was waiting for you outside of your classroom. Then, some douche decided to confront him. He didn’t insult you, just Connor, so Connor didn’t feel like fighting back.
    • But, when you came out, all hell broke loose. You saw your boyfriend surrounded by idiots, while head idiot was spewing shit about your boyfriend.
    • Some idiots were smart and let you through. Some weren’t so you pushed them out of the way until you were standing in front of Connor. “Shouldn’t you be picking on someone your own, size?”
    • “What, like you?”
    • “Me? I’m too big for you. I mean, you’re what, three inches? Two?” You scoffed. “I mean you’re obviously compensating for… well.” You held up your fingers to demonstrate how small two inches really was.
    • The head idiot was so mad and embarrassed, he couldn’t even think of a good comeback.
    • You grabbed Connor’s hand and pulled him out of the crowd.
    • Connor kinda just stared at you in awe.
    • “What is it, Superman?”
    • He kissed you against the lockers with passion you hadn’t thought possible. When Connor pulled away, he just breathed, “You’re amazing.”
    • You told him. “Learned from the best.”
  • Connor was always honest and blunt, so when it came to responding to bullying…
    • You were in the library. Connor had left to find some more books for research. He had also left with a kiss on your cheek, you know, if you wanted to know.
    • A group of girls came up to you and asked what you were doing.
    • “Some research for my rough draft.”
    • “Rough draft, like a novel?”
    • You nodded with a smile.
    • A guy scoffed. “Right, cause you can write a good novel.”
    • You blinked. “Well, I-”
    • “Is it even good?”
    • “Look at her! She can’t even speak, let alone write.”
    • You were shivering. You couldn’t fight back, not when it was about your writing.
    • “I found the perfect book!” Connor came rushing back, but when he saw the group of kids and your shivering, his smile faded into a scowl. He stomped over to you, wrapped you in his arms, and glared at the kids. “Apologize.”
    • The kids shook in their place. “We d-didn’t do anything. WE just-”
    • “I don’t give a fuck about what you think you didn’t do. Apologize. Now.”
    • “We’re sorry!” They scurried off while Connor gripped your arms and shoulders.
    • Your boyfriend just continued to glare at the spot those kids were standing in before.
    • You pulled on his jacket. “Connor,” you whispered.
    • He pulled away from you and held you by the shoulders. “What did they do? I swear, I will-”
    • “Connor!” You took a deep breath and kissed him lightly. “Thank you.”
    • He laughed. “Anything for you.”
  • I know this is long already, but just imagine the first I love you. It would probably almost a year into the relationship.
  • You’d be writing away at the foot of your bed. Connor would be reading on your bed, because if your significant other’s a writer, you are going to pick up a bit of reading.
    • You were getting some serious writer’s block. Bad writer’s block.
    • After an hour of staring at your rough draft, you threw back your head and groaned. “That’s it. I’m done. I can’t finish this.”
    • Connor peaked over the side of his bed. “What are you whining about?”
    • “This! I can’t finish this. Too complicated. Too many characters and subplots and motifs. What the fuck is a motif anyway?”
    • Connor chuckled. “You know what a motif is, (Y/n)?”
    • You shook your head. “I’m giving up. I can’t finish it. I can’t edit this many words and get it out to the public!”
    • Connor rolled his eyes and flopped back onto his bed. “I know you’re exaggerating.” He held his book above his face and continued to read
    • You humphed and plopped down on the bed. You removed the book from his face. “And how do you know I’m exaggerating?”
    • “Because if you were telling the truth, you wouldn’t be the person I fell in love with.” He went back to his book.
    • It took about five seconds for you to register what just happened.
    • You couldn’t exactly find your voice, so you just sat on the bed staring at the wall because that wonderful, passionate, stubborn guy loves you. And you love him.
    • Connor voices his thoughts. They did not match yours.
    • “I fucked it up, didn’t I?” He pulled at his hair. “Ugh! I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I knew that I was going to mess this up somehow. I’ll just leave. I’m sorry. Of course, I said it too early and I’m too fucking needy.”
    • He continued to ramble as he grabbed some of his stuff and walk to your door.
    • You pulled him back and kissed him. You pushed him against the door and intertwined your fingers with him. You smiled against his lips and kissed him again. You let go of his hands and wrapped your hands in his long hair and pulled him closer.
    • When his hands were free, Connor tried to get the nerve to pull away from you to ask if you were sure about this, but he couldn’t do it. Not when you were pulling him closer and smiling against his lips like that. Just more reasons to love you.
    • He pulled away first with a gasp.
    • You giggled and whispered, “I love you, too, Connor Murphy.”
    • He shook his head. “What did I do to deserve you?”
    • “What did I do to deserve you?” you countered.
  • You meet Mr. and Mrs. Murphy at graduation, and you were not grateful for them. Because Connor had been rubbing off on you, your first impression was everything but traditional.
    • “So you’re (y/n)!”
    • You froze next to Connor. Even he stiffened and pulled you a closer to him.
    • You looked around to make sure everyone around you was occupied with other things before you whipped around and interrogated his parents, “So why’d you ignore Connor when he asked to get therapy?”
    • Mrs. Murphy’s face filled with dread, and Mr. Murphy clenched his jaw.
    • Mr. Murphy let go of his wife and crossed his arms. “I don’t think you have the right to ask such questions, (Y/n).”
    • “Being Connor’s girlfriend for the last two years, I think I have every right.”
    • “Connor doesn’t need therapy,” Mrs. Murphy argued. “He’s fine now.”
    • “He’s fine now because I brought him to fucking therapy,” you stated.
    • Just on time, the psychologist who helped Connor for over a year, and still makes time for him when he needs it, pushed through the crowd to commend you and Connor on your accomplishments.
    • “Doctor, this is Mr. and Mrs. Murphy.”
    • “Ah, your son has made so much progress. I expect big things from Connor.”
    • Connor smiled a little. “Thank you.”
    • The doctor left, and Connor’s parents were speechless.
    • Wanting to shed some light on the situation, Connor explained, “(Y/n) paid for it, so you don’t have to worry about your precious bank account.”
  • Years pass and even though Connor and you go separate ways, your relationship persists.
  • Then, you get your book published with sketches by Connor and a dedication to Connor.
  • Your book gets enough attention that you and Connor are promised a book tour after you graduate college.
    • “What do mean (Y/n)’s late? You’re her agent. Aren’ you supposed to make sure she’s here.”
    • “She called in earlier, Mr. Murphy. Her flight’s been delayed, and she will be a few hours late.”
    • “She’s the fucking author. She can’t be late to her own book tour.” Connor slumped in his seat.
    • Then, hands covered his eyes. And only one person had the guts to do such a thing to Connor Murphy.
    • His lips curled into a smile and let out a laugh. “(y/n), I swear-”
    • “What is that, Superman?”
    • He turned around and kissed you hard while your agent averted her eyes and gave you too a moment.
    • “I missed you,” you murmured against his lips.
    • Connor couldn’t help himself. He kept on kissing you, running his hands up and down your body just to make sure you really were in his arms. “I love you,” he whispered.
    • “I love you, too.”
  • You were dreading the last stop of your book tour. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do afterwards. Connor had a bright future ahead of him as an aspiring social worker or therapist or psychologist or something like that. You… You weren’t sure what to do with yourself.
  • When the cameras were all gone and the people deserted the bookstore, you took a deep breath and prepared yourself for whatever end was coming.
    • “(Y/n), everything ok?” Connor came up behind you and hugged your waist.
    • You sighed and leaned back into him. “I’m fine.”
    • “I’m calling bullshit.”
    • You laughed. “As you should.” You licked your lips. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do after all this. Most writers have a second profession, but me? I have no clue if that will happen or if I’ll go back to school. I just… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do for the next year or two or forever.” You laughed bitterly. “I don’t know.”
    • Connor rubbed your arms, and you leaned into his warm touch and closed your eyes.
    • Your boyfriend of over six years leaned over and whispered, “Marry me, then.”
    • Your eyes flew open. You turned your head and breathed, “What did you say?”
    • Connor nodded to the space in front of you. You followed his silent instructions and looked in front of you. In Connor’s hand was an open ring box with a diamond ring.
    • You brought a hand to your mouth as tears formed in your eyes.
    • “I do believe,” Connor whispered, “that I asked you to marry me.”
    • Yes. You wanted to say that one word so badly, but with the tears in your eyes and Connor’s warmth around you, you just couldn’t find your voice.
    • Connor backtracked. “If you say no, it’s fine. You have stuff to figure out, so do I. Trust me. I am perfectly happy with just being by your side with no ring or whatever and… Did you just nod?”
    • You nodded again.
    • Connor gasped. “Wait, so you’re saying yes, right? Don’t fuck with me, (Y/n).”
    • You laughed. “Yes! I’m not joking with you. I’m not fucking with you. I am saying yes, and I would love to be your fiancee and get married and get a house and a job and…” You inhaled sharply. “I love you, and I want to be with you, Connor Murphy.”
    • Your fiance beamed and brought you back in his arms for a kiss. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you.” He kissed your forehead. “I love you.” He kissed your nose. “You and only,” he kissed you again, “you.” He laughed.
    • “Saved me again,” you joked, “my superman.”

It’s sooo long!!! Ah, but I love it so much! It’s so cute!! This is dedicated to all the imagine writers in the DEH fandom. Uh.. trying to think of some off the top of my head. @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou, @pacman-tattoo, @cherrywiness, @let-the-world-pass-by, @indigo-streaks-in-her-hair, and @dear-evan-imagines, thank you for the imagines and headcanons and for being amazing writers that I read constantly. I’ve forgotten a few, but if you have ever tagged anything Connor murphy x reader, I probably read your stuff, so thank you very much.

Also dedicated to my awesome friend, @super-fabulous-killjoy, who introduced me to Dear Evan hansen and got me back into my Broadway obsessions!

Have wonderful day, readers!

Dumbledore’s Fault

Summary: The very first words your soulmate ever says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body since the day you are born and no one could really understand why Dan got stuck with ‘Man I can’t believe Dumbledore died’. For years he worried about the fate of whoever Dumbledore is, until he actually started reading the Harry Potter books. After that, all he wanted was to actually meet his soulmate so he could give him a piece of his mind over having ruined his favourite franchise.

Based off of this post on Tumblr. 

Words: 2.2k

A/N: All my exams are over, all assignments have been handed in, and I can finally start enjoying my Summer. This also means that I finally have time to get back to writing and I decided to celebrate that by posting this little oneshot I wrote. I apologise for the bad summary, but I wrote it while half asleep.

Thank you to @lilialand for being my beta and looking over this for me. 

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Dan’s soulmate tattoo was not what one would consider to be normal. Most people have greetings permanently tattooed somewhere on their body because, let’s face it, that’s usually what you say when you’re meeting someone new. Imagine how shocked Dan’s parents were when their son was born with the phrase ‘man I can’t believe Dumbledore died’ tattooed above his waist.

Who in the world was Dumbledore? How was he going to die? And, probably the most important question, what did this Dumbledore guy have to do with their son? The only person who could answer their question was Dan’s soulmate and everyone knew it would be awhile before they would get the chance to meet him.

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I think me and you can live in a fairytale in my head
where you send me roses everyday
and I kiss your head every time he hurts you.
You never moved away and I couldn’t count all of the hours that I spend sleeping
that you spend awake.
I didn’t have to worry about waking up one day and you not being here,
and for you, with me, the same.
I never left you,
we never cried over each other on lonely nights,
I never broke your heart and you never broke mine.
We could love each other as loudly as we wanted,
not caring who would hear,
you wake up in my bed
and I realize we have nothing to fear.
But this can only keep me safe for so long,
you’re slipping like ash through my palms
and I dream of you,
then wake up to an empty bed and a broken heart all over again.
So I’ll tell everyone about you,
and you’ll remind yourself that distance is only a few miles.
I’ll find religion again and pray for you
and you’ll promise me that everything will be alright.
Except maybe this time I’ll believe you.

Shout out the guy working in EB Games today who let me to buy 6 of the ME Titans even though I had no idea he had them and he was just about to buy them all himself.

Dude didn’t need to tell me he had them hidden away, but when he saw me looking at Andromeda shirts he pointed out that he had them all and that they were on sale for a great price and said if I wanted some I could buy some before he bought them all.

And he even hung around to watch and chat about Mass Effect with me while I opened them. It seriously made me day.

anonymous asked:

could we get some shiro hc for when he's proposing to his s/o?? like what he's feeling, how he'll do it etc some fluffy feels are much appreciated

I’m crying rn bc I got to imagine Shiro proposing, thank you so much for this gift! Also, this is quite long because Shiro has a master plan and it involves everyone.

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I will turn you into the most terrifying, unstoppable beast that the paladins have ever faced .

I feel that you may be in fact the best creation that i have ever created

-  bitchass Haggar

I would imagine Haggar continuing to feed more and more quintessence to Kuro after every battle that he would lose against the paladins because she KNOWS, that he can someday defeat them. although he could, but the only one thats truly getting hurt is him, him going through so much pain and torture, its not fair that he cant be free, thats all he wants yo but she continues to control what he is doing, in his existence. and his purpose in living



EDIT: i forgot the scar on his noes im a disgrace. 

anonymous asked:

That's such a good point Toni. Niam have managed to bump into each other twice in the US but can't find each other in tiny little England. Smh. I was also side-eyeing Liam's quick trip back to Europe the other day. He can fly back across the Atlantic to get papped sitting front row, but not to see his son. Smh again.

Hi anon,

Didn’t want to answer this if it didn’t happen but yeah as I said here + , nothing at all in the UK, and yet they have demonstrably been at the same venue (Capital STB) and in the same city (London and the surrounds) for at least a week on various occasions but not a sausage.

Funny that.  Except not at all, I guess you could argue that the Armani could be seen as important for work purposes but surely there’s nothing more important than family?

Anyway bless their hearts. 

Everyday Demons pt. 3

(A/N): I had no idea how to even end this and i’m honestly so disappointed in myself. I’m sorry.

Pairings: BuckyXReader

Request: Can you please make a part 3 to everyday demons btw her powers sounds kinda like Raven from DC. Could you also describe the demon on the other side of the portal more detailed???

Warnings: Creepy creatures? idk

Tags: @sxph-t @iamwarrenspeace @bigfootsiddhartamama

Bucky felt horrible, all he wanted to do was help (Y/N) control their powers and he only proceeded to scare them more. He knew all the potential (Y/N) had but he ruined everything. The following day Bucky had not heard from (Y/N) at all, not like he expected to but it still concerned him so that night he goes to check up on them. He knocks on (Y/N)’s door but receives no answer and he gives a sigh. “(Y/N), it’s me. Can we talk?” Again, he receives no answer and his concern level increases. “(Y/N)?” Bucky asks banging on the door and he tries the doorknob and the door opens wide. He stares into the dark room and he cautiously enters, looking around the room for any sign of (Y/N).

What once housed a personalized room, full of pictures and items that screamed (Y/N) is empty with only a few things here and there. Bucky frantically checks the whole room but finds no sign of (Y/N) and he notices a small note on the bed. He picks it up and his heart drops. He sits on the bed staring at the perfect handwriting and his body is swimming with multiple emotions, he can’t pick what he is. He gives a defeated sigh, guilt washing over his entire body. “No, I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

It had been a month since (Y/N) left and Bucky was a mess. He never knew how much he really liked (Y/N) and how much he wanted to help them but it was all his fault. The whole team noticed Bucky’s change in attitude and it concerned them, Steve more than anyone. He knew Bucky had already poured half of his heart in helping (Y/N) and since they left Bucky was emotional wreck. He knew Bucky had a hard time making connections with people and (Y/N) was one of the first one that seemed thankful of him trying. It hurt Steve seeing Bucky so heartbroken over (Y/N).

The team got an urgent alert that Hydra was attacking in the middle of New York City. It was rare for Hydra to attack for no purpose but it was usually to send a message. The team suits up quickly before using their quickest ways to get to New York City, ready for anything that they were faced with. When they arrive, they see hundreds of Hydra agents running around, destroying anything they could get their hands on and the team immediately gets to work.

Bucky and Steve fight side by side as they take on several agents and it doesn’t take long when they take care of them when a loud whistle is heard. They look over seeing a man, standing in the mist of the chaos with a devilish grin plastered on his face. “You’re right on time. Are you ready for a show?” They both stand in defensive positions, ready to fight when a cloud of black appears out of the man’s shadow. Bucky freezes as the cloud clears up, showing a person’s form but not just anyone. It was (Y/N).

“(Y/N)?” His heart drops seeing (Y/N) wearing a standard Hydra uniform, staring at them with no emotion and he can’t help at stare at them with hurt. The man’s smirk grows seeing their shocked faces.

“Let’s see who’s afraid of the dark, shall we?” (Y/N) looks at the man before giving a nod. (Y/N) stands back, creating a big, black energy ball in their hands before they throw it up in the air, leaving a trail of black as it goes. It goes up some ways before (Y/N) jerks their hands outwards causing the black to spread, covering the sky leaving only a little bit of the sun’s light to come through, making the atmosphere dark and creepy.

“(Y/N), It’s me, Bucky!” Bucky yells and their gaze snaps towards his, face suddenly softening at the sound of his voice and Bucky wants to run up to (Y/N) but before he can they send another burst of blackness next to them, making a giant portal he is all too familiar with. (Y/N)’s eyes glow its goldish red as they begin to speak some language Bucky has never heard before and he sees horror like hands beginning to come out of the portal. Bucky takes a step back as multiple creature begin to crawl out of the portal, creatures that are scenes in nightmares and horror movies.

A creature with wrinkly skin, red eyes, large claws and fingers and a mouth that expands outwardly with large teeth comes out first. It gives a loud snarl as it stands next to (Y/N) before being followed by a large dog with two heads, glowing red eyes and large sharp teeth but the one that scares Bucky the most is the creature with long limbs, similar to slender man. No eyes are visible but when it opens its mouth, rows and rows of long, sharp teeth are seen, as long tentacles come out of it. Even more crawl out but Bucky can’t describe them as he’s frozen in place. (Y/N) points in the direction of Bucky and the team and the demon like creatures begin to crawl and run towards them. “Run!” Steve yells as he pulls a still shocked Bucky with him.

Everyone, even the Hydra agents begin to run out of fear but the creatures are quicker as they begin to take hold of Hydra agents, dragging them away into the darkness. The whole team runs fighting them off if they become close when Bucky feels something wrap around his leg, pulling it out from underneath him. He looks behind him seeing the slender man creature pulling him closer to its mouth and Bucky begins to struggle to get free but to no avail. He hears the whole team screaming at him as he’s only feet away from the mouth when (Y/N) suddenly appears between him and the creature. (Y/N) places their hands on the creature face, panic clearly seen on their face. “No, stop! Let him go!” (Y/N) yells and the grip on Bucky’s leg vanishes and he quickly scrambles back but what happens next surprises him.

Bucky watches as (Y/N) gently pets the creature, face filled with relief. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” In that instant, the creature doesn’t seem scary at all as it melts at (Y/N)’s touch. (Y/N) then speaks the unfamiliar language and all the creature begin to make their way back to the portal. The whole team watches as the darkness also begins to be sucked in, light becoming visible. The blood hound runs past (Y/N) brushing up against them, licking their face before hopping into the portal and they smile.

When everything is back in place, (Y/N) closes their eyes before shutting the portal and when they open them their eyes are back to normal. (Y/N) turns to look at Bucky, eyes full of worry. “Are you okay? I-I didn’t mean for him to get you…they’re all pretty harmless…” Bucky nods, quickly getting up and embracing (Y/N) in a tight hug. (Y/N) freezes at the contact but wraps their arms around him, burying their face in his shoulder.

“I thought I lost you for a second. I was so scared. I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I never intended to scare you away, please come back with me. You don’t have to be alone.” Bucky mumbles and (Y/N)’s heart flutters in their chest. (Y/N) pulls back with watery eyes and an innocent look that makes Bucky’s heart melt.

“Y-You mean that… but what about…” (Y/N) whispers, gesturing to themself and to where the portal was and Bucky nods, pulling them back in for a hug.

“Every word and despite it being a bit scary… you’ve got it. You’ve got it under control.” Bucky chuckles out and (Y/N) smiles. Bucky begins to lead (Y/N) back towards the team, who all have small smiles on their faces at how happy they both look. As they walk, Bucky frowns looking at (Y/N). “Did you say the monster that tried to eat me was a ‘he’?” (Y/N) chuckles before looking at him with amused eyes.

“His name is Zyron.” (Y/N) smiles out and Bucky purses his lips together but can’t help but chuckle. (Y/N) named the creatures like they’re everyday demons.

Kill me, this is horrible. I’m done.

anonymous asked:

Stanley Pines #32

Characters: Stanley Pines, Mabel Pines and Dipper Pines (babies)
Word Count: 258
32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
Prompt List.

You didn’t give me another person so you get platonic cause we all know Stan just loved the twins at first sight.

Stanley looked down at the two little bundles through the glass. He was not crying, Shermie would say differently, but Stan would deny everything. He couldn’t prove anything, his brother still had that old camera, Stan just needed to grab the film before he ran off.

“I’m glad you could see them, Uncle Stanford.” His nephew walked up beside him. “Once we knew it was twins…we were a bit a-we’re glad you came.”

“I just wanted to see the little gremlins before they turn into those crying messes.” Stan shrugged.

His nephew laughed as he turned back to his kids. “We’re not ready for them but we’re going to do everything we can for them.”


They stayed like that for a few moments before his nephew made his way down the hall for a bit a food before heading back to his wife. Stan stayed behind to watch the babies a bit longer.

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified…” Stan put his hand on the glass and leaned down as he stared at the two tiny twins. “Never thought I would have a soft spot…I should have guessed as soon as they said twins…” He watched as one of them stretched out his hands while the other yawned before both looked to fall back asleep.

“Be good to each other, don’t be like your Great Uncles.” He smiled.

anonymous asked:

Winston is a good gorilla, he's made of GMOs and faith in this world if it ever came to having an actual say about Gabe he'd most likely forgive him and try to get him back to normal, he's a gorilla of science after all, same goes for Amelie, he wouldn't hold the whole widow deal against her

he literally stands by the quote “never accept the world as it appears to be. dare to see it for what it could be” he definitely would believe that ppl could change and he’d want to help gabe n amelie because he sees a future where they rejoin ovw and everyone is a big ole happy family again

anonymous asked:

It seems the amount of Victor + Yurio goods grows gradually. Could this be a hint at something? Tbh I really want Victor to pay more attention to Yuri P too. Am I the only one?

you’re def not the only one, anon! i really hope that with vitya&yuuri training in st petersburg and them all spending more time together, they’ll become closer and yurio will open up to them more! the boy needs more friends and people he could feel comfortable talking to so he won’t end up as lonely as vitya was :( ♥

anonymous asked:

FOR SERIOUS like if he'd wanted to, he could've kicked both their asses. He's primarily a ranged fighter, and he never really made any moves to get them into a space where he could've taken advantage of that. He could've blown a hole in the wall and pushed all of them outside. And, at the end, Steve's above him, about to strike what tony might think is a killing blow and his hands were up and he still had power, and he dose the do anything except try to block. Just...This entire scene man. -Tree

Tbh the whole thing was just Tony lashing out except. In the suit. We’ve seen what he can do??? In great detail??? We literally are aware that his suit can rival Thor. The God. I don’t even know why this is still an argument tbh like. Which films have u been watching

Sherlock starts a “secret” blog all about John, how perfect he is, and how much he loves him (i.e. “He fell asleep on the couch today whilst going through files, spilling all the papers on the ground. Anyone else and I would have been furious they’d messed up my system, but it was him and all I could think was that I needed to make sure he got enough rest.”)

He thinks he’s really cleaver, and changes all the names and places, figuring no one could possibly figure it out. Mrs. Hudson found it within two days, Lestrade after a week. They keep that knowledge to themselves, not wanting to scare Sherlock away from embracing his feelings for John

Ishida seems like he’s trying to make out Touka to be the most important person to Kaneki but he’s not doing a good or healthy job with it. it’s overshadowing all of Kaneki’s other relationships for one. And where tf is Touka when Kaneki is still suicidal and depressed af for two. And why do all the characters seem like one dimensional cardboard supermodel cutouts. There is literally no complexity to anyone anymore and no one is bothering to talk about their emotional feelings and depression. Or if they are (chapter 124 end) they get sidelined for promise of smexy time/ToUKeN ReLAtiOnShiP moment. Kaneki needs more than one meaningful relationship (not that Tou///ken is) to get mentally better and he DOES NOT NEED the responsibility of caring for a child at this point in time. The guy can’t even nor wants to take care of himself at the moment so how could he take care of a spouse and child? The tou///ken time should be spent filling in plot holes where characters seriously need to talk to one another about past issues (Tsukiyama and Kaneki and Mutsuki and Kaneki dear god don’t get me started) is just ignored because Ishida’s like “I totes got me a new idea for the story! But shouldn’t I address the tension the characters still have between them and have them talk it over between themselves. Nah. Hey, this panel could use a forced kiss and tiddy grope. Oh can’t forget the DRAMA either!” I mean it’s not like Kaneki was reluctant and embarrassed about the whole idea of having sex with Touka when she asked him the virgin question right? And who tf starts a conversation with that line. Like serious-fucking-ly give me a gd break with this writing.

Kuroweek2k17: Black and White and Red All Over

Day 4: Betrayal

A/N: I’m always a day (or two) late. Bonus - Dark!Keith… 

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I could say the same thing to you.”

Indigo eyes narrow. Pale lips thin. “I’m not going back. I didn’t – I didn’t belong there.”

“All right.”

“I tried, but – I wasn’t – I couldn’t be the leader you wanted me to be.”

“Things happened. I get it.”

“Lotor listened. He has a plan, and – and I like his vision for the universe. I think he can make a difference where Zarkon couldn’t.”

“I trust your judgement.”

That does it. “Are you insane! I just said I trust Lotor, the prince of the Galra Empire. How can you of all people be okay with that?”

Stay calm. Don’t feed his pain, or you’ll lose him. “Did you want a different answer from what I said above?”

Keith snarls, vicious and true, “What did you think was going to happen? That you’d just show up here after being gone for more than a year, and I’d just return dutifully to the Castle of Lions? I defected, Shiro! Defected! I betrayed the team. I took Red. They can’t form Voltron, and with my real brother, I’m going to rule the universe.”

Shiro refuses to show the hurt Keith wanted to inflict – and that jab definitely hurt – and instead, keeps his face neutral and tone benign. “If you need to do this, Keith, then I’m with you. I’ll become the Champion again. I’ll be their weapon. If that’s what it takes to be by your side, then so be it.”

Keith recoils, anger dissipating, eyes widening and shimmering. When he speaks, his voice is gutted, pleading, “You’d be willing to…but I’m not – I’m never going back, Shiro.”

“Whatever you need, Keith.” And he means it. Seizing Keith’s shoulders, Shiro ducks his head to soothe, “I’m here now, Keith. I’m back, and I’m never leaving you again.”

He’d follow Keith anywhere – even to Hell and back.

but what if in pitch perfect 3 it’s all about beca coming to terms with her sexuality and her feelings that she’s had stored up for her best friend but just continuously ignored it just tried to push it to the back of her mind, but she finally realised now chloe is the one she wants Jesse was just a distraction for beca he was a safe bet with him she could just forgot all the suppressed feelings for Chloe. but now it’s evident that’s it’s the red head little ball of sunshine that has catched beca’s heart.

just-bts-trash-00  asked:

I saw this first one going around: Dark being an accidental sugar daddy. Like with the whole 'I can provide' thing, he'd try to manipulate a person but it wouldnt work. After he takes them to dinner they'd want something more like a shopping trip or a vacation somewhere. He'd give all those things then he'd pass a shop and see something they'd like and just buy it for them.

I definitely buy into that! (I also feel like Mark could be a total sugar daddy but more reasonably) BUT Dark would just see this ridiculously expensive handbag or shirt or shoes that he knows you’ll like, so he buys it for you on a whim because you’re the only one who can challenge his manipulative bullshit 😂

Second Impressions

Written for Killervibe Week, Pre-Particle Accelerator 

Second Impressions

Cisco eased open the door to the auditorium and slid in, feeling like a kid late to class. From the looks of things up front, they hadn’t gotten started yet, but almost every seat was filled anyway. His labmates had warned him that Wells frowned on anyone being late to one of his all-staff first-thing-in-the-morning meetings, and the last thing Cisco wanted was a frown from Wells.

Stinking buses. The minute his first paycheck hit the bank, he was getting a car. It could be fifteen years old and have a steering wheel held on by duct tape, but it couldn’t possibly be as unreliable as CityTran.

He peered around and found one open seat at the end of a row about halfway up. He strolled through, like, hey, yo, I’m not late, just ducked out to go to the bathroom.

“Hey,” he whispered to the pretty doctor he’d met on his first day. “This seat taken?”

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