this is old but it makes me smile

I’m going through my old phone’s photo album and like, I’ve found a million pictures that are making me smile and crack up

I completely forgot I used to have pink hair, I have tons of pictures of baby chickens I used to take care of, and ducklings, and grown chickens and ducks, and my puppies, and fam- like this is all so fantastic and I can’t stop smiling now

anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine of tom watching the reader graduating and he is so proud of her


“MOM!” You screamed in from your old bedroom. “Yes?” She ran up the stairs in her heels. “What’s wrong baby?” She rubbed your back. “I-I can’t get my freaking hair in this cap!” You were frustrated at your naturally curly mane. 

Your mom smiled and went on YouTube to find a quick solution. After a quick fix she smiled, “Now tell me what’s really wrong Y/N.”

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Til My Last Breath

Requested by an Anon: Can you do one where the reader gets jax’s name on her since they are married and his reaction? something like that plus some loving fluff? ❤️❤️❤️

“Hap, I really appreciate you doing this.” I closed my eyes at the hum of the tattoo gun. Trying to relax and keep my mind off the pain.

 “I told you I was the only one allowed to ink you. “  His voice was gruff  making me smile. His tough demeanor struck fear into most but I knew he was a giant softie underneath it all.

 “Lucky for me you were available, I would have hated to have a stranger doing this!” I giggled when I heard him growl.

 “How would your old man feel about that? Not sure he’d be thrilled with me seeing this much of you!”

 “It’s my rib cage….it’s not like it’s my whole tit. Geez, you bikers are such prudes!”

 “I’m done!” Happy helped me set up, and let me see his work. I held the sheet to my chest, as I climbed off the kitchen table. I walked into the bedroom, looking in the mirror, smiling at the finished work. Grabbing one of Jax’s shirt, I made my way into the kitchen, Happy was cleaning up his supplies.

 “It’s beautiful, thanks Hap!” He finished up with the after care. I slipped on a button up shirt as I walked him to the door.  I hugged him, before he mounted his bike and rode off. I watched him ride off, leaning against the porch railing, I couldn’t wait to show Jax.

 Going back into the house, I headed back to the kitchen to make Jax’s favorite dinner. The slamming of the front door, startled me. I stepped out of the kitchen into the hall. I smiled seeing Jax standing in the hall.

 “Baby, you’re home early.” I walked up to him throwing my arms around him.

 He pushed me away from him, his hands framing my face. “Why was Hap here? Is everything ok?” His eyes were full of concern and worry.

 I smiled up at him, kissing the palm of his hand. “Everything is fine….”  

 His eyes traveled up and down my body, noticing that I was wearing one of his shirts. I saw a hint of jealously flash in his eyes, and then it was gone. I wanted to wait to show him, but knew it it had to be now, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt.

 “I have a surprise for you. It’s why Hap was here.” I took the shirt off, lifting my right arm so he could read the tattoo. I was still wrapped in plastic wrap, I wasn’t sure how much he could see

 He knelt down, examining my side, a smile appearing on his face.

 

Jax

Til My Last Day,

Tli My Last Breath,

I Will Love You,

Forever Yours!

I watched his eyes tear up. “You did this for me? You already had my crow, why another tattoo?”

 “It was my way of showing you how much I love you. Every old lady has a crow, I wanted something that was just yours.” He picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist.  “You’re stuck with me forever Mr. Teller!”

 He smiled at me. “No, baby you’re my reward. If anything, you’re stuck with me.”

“I love you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me Jax.”

 He smiled at me. “I will love you (Y/N), til my last day, til my last breath, I’m forever yours.”

 THE END



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Jackson Imagine - Memories

A/N - A nice little Jackson request for you all~ A bit on the shorter side but I thought it was cute just like this. Hope you all enjoy!

A scenario where jackson starts talking abt his trainee days when it was rly hard for him (i think he talked abt it in bromance) then reader starts crying and saying sry that she wasnt there for him!!!

“What are you looking at there, (Y/N)?” Jackson asked, coming to sit beside you. 
“Just some pictures from your trainee days that Mark sent me. You looked so cute!”
“And I don’t anymore?”
“Nope. You’re even cuter now!” You said, poking his cheeks and making him giggle. Jackson leaned closer to you, trying to get a look at the phone to see more of the old pictures. He smiled as he remembered some of the good times and memories he made while training. 
“Sometimes I do miss those days. I was a lot less busy! But I didn’t have you so I guess it wasn’t quite as good as it is now.”
“You’ve never really talked much about your trainee days. Tell me about what it was like,” you said, turning your whole body and looking at him, full of hope that he would tell you about his old memories with the other trainees. 
“Well, it was hard. We had to practice so much, even more than now so that we were ready for our monthly assessments. But there were some amazing people there too, including the boys of course. Sometimes I think back to all the people who debuted and…”
“And what?” You were curious to hear him finish the sentence, wanting to know more about his life before you. 
“And I wonder if I deserved to have debuted and gotten this success.”

Hearing those words crushed your heart. How could such an amazing, talented person think like that?
“Jackson…”
“I know you probably think I’m crazy for thinking like that but it’s true. Some days I do think if I deserve this, especially when I think of all the talented people who didn’t get as close as debuting. Sometimes, I do think about what would have happened if I had gone to the US for college or kept up fencing.”
“Jackson, you deserve everything you had achieved and more. And don’t ever think otherwise, please.”
“I wish it were that easy, my love. But I’ve always had these kind of thoughts pop up every now and then, more so when I was a trainee. There would be nights when I cried from how scared and undeserving I felt.” You shifted closer and wrapped your arms around Jackson, holding him close to you. A few small tears fell down your cheeks and you sniffed as you tried to hold in the emotion. 
“Oh, (Y/N), don’t cry! I’m okay, I promise.”
“I know you are, Jackson but I just feel bad that I wasn’t there when you had those thoughts.”
“Don’t feel bad, my love. I don’t need you to comfort me or reassure me. You already give me so much strength that whenever I do start to get those negative thoughts, I just throw them away and stop thinking about it.”
“I still wish I had been there for you back in your trainee days.”
“So do I. Trainee Jackson would have loved you almost as much as idol Jackson does now.”

things in the great gatsby that make me emotional

- WHEN HE GESTURES TO THE STARS AND SAYS HIS LIFE HAS TO BE LIKE IT BECAUSE HE WANTS HIS LIFE TO BE NEVER ENDING BUT HE DIES
- jordan pretending to be gatsby
- drunk old guy in the library foreshadowing gatsbys past by saying tht gatsby doesnt exist
- the rhyming when nick is describing the people who go to gatsbys parties
- WHEN GATSBY SMILES AND THE MUSIC RISIES AND THE FIREWORKS
- “five lost years dangled on daisys lips but all she could manage was…”
- YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL PLAYING THRU OUT THE MOVIE
- the use of modern music
- LOVE IS BLINDESS WHEN MRYTLE DIES
- “myrtle turtle”
- “lets misbehave” zoom in on nick before it cuts to the hotel party scene
- the fact that nick is in a mental institution and is diagnosed with anxiety and depression
- WHEN GATSBY ASKS NICK TO COME WITH HIM WHEN DAISY BREAKS UP W TOM AND HE GOES “DAISY NEEDS YOU..” AMD ALMOST GOES “I NEED YOU” BUT SAYS “WE” INSTEAD
- jordans face when gatsby Screams at tom
- gatsby going the literal extra mile for daisy all the time
- gatsby has bpd

You know, sometimes I forget why I love the SPN Family so much 

But then something happens and I’m drowning in my own tears and I just watch gag reels or bits of convention panels or fan vids or Jared’s old live streams and it makes me smile, laugh and cry even more but from gratitude 

The SPN Family was there for me when no one else was a few years ago, when depression hit me really hard. I’m better now but sometimes I breakdown and this family has the same effect on me now as back it had back then. I realized today, concretely, that it will always have this beautiful effect on me. It’s always gonna be there, keeping me safe. I’m so thankful for you guys, all of you. 

3 years?!

Apparently it’s been 3 years since I for the first time decided to put on my Garry-cosplay and record videos that I would later use to make GIFs.

Having this blog is truly a wonderful experience. It’s amazing to see how supportive people are and it really warms my heart to know that I make people smile with my silly GIFs and answers. 

I’d like to thank my followers, old and new, for sticking with me and supporting me all this time. Your support really means a lot! 

I haven’t been very active lately due to school, but as I’m writing this I’m actually looking through drafts to see what questions I have prepared. So expect a few answers in the upcoming days/week~

//Mod

Raise your hand if you would marathon the hell out of a TWD spin-off of Daryl and Carol that mainly consisted of them being domestic as shit and making heart eyes at each other.

I know I’m not the only one.  

Anybody?   

a year ago today you pulled me off the top of a parking garage outside MSU. i told you to just go. to just leave me. but you didn’t. you didn’t leave. you sat on the top of that parking garage with me as i broke down. and i told you how i wanted to die. how i couldn’t do it anymore. you didn’t understand that it had nothing to do with you. you did everything you could. but the point is. you stayed. you stayed until you convinced me i had just one more day in me, just as you had the day before. i owe you a lot. you loved me even when i didn’t love myself. you loved me enough for the both of us. you pulled me off the top of that parking garage and for that i will forever be indebted to you. i’m not here to rehash old relationships or past loves. but today on a road trip home the sun was setting and i got off at the nearest exit. i walked around the harbor and i ran up the stairs in the parking garage overlooking the city, i jumped the ledge and sat with my feet dangling. a man ran over to me. he asked me if i was okay. and i turned around and smiled at him and said yes i am. and he sat there with me for a minute just to make sure. i sat with my feet dangling over the edge i took a deep breath. and i realized that i was okay. in that moment i was okay. don’t get me wrong i’m not always okay. but when he ran over to me and asked me if i was okay. i realized something. i really didn’t want to jump. i sat there until the sun went down and i thought about the last year. and i realized that for the last year i’ve been alone and when the sun went down today i took myself off the edge because now i love myself enough for us both.

TELL ME.

TELL ME WHO SAID ZUKO WAS ALLOWED TO BE SO PERFECT. I MEAN… JUST LOOK AT HIM. LOOK. AT. HIM.

LOOK AT HOW PURE THAT SMILE IS???

loOK AT THAT FACE OF A BOY WHO JUST SAVED THE WORLD

LIKE HE’S FUCKING BREATHTAKING???

HE’S ADORABLE THIS IS NOT OKAY THIS IS LINES AND COLORS WHAT THE FUCK.

IM SO MAD THIS IS A DRAWING LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

WHY AM I IN LOVE WITH HIM SO BAD HE’S A CARTOON

IT HAS BEEN LIKE SEVEN FUCKING YEARS.

HE’S SEVENTEEN THIS NOW MAKES ME CREEPY

WHEN I BEGAN THIS MESS IM IN HE WAS WAY TOO OLD FOR ME

YOU KNOW ASIDE FROM THE FACT HE’S A FUCKING CARTOON CHARACTER

but

fucKING

KILL

ME

SOMEONE

HELP

I STILL

LOVE ZUKO SO MUCH JNGKJFNGJKDFNGKDFKGNJS

Hanzo and his noodles. This artwork gives me the feeling of an old pic T.T Look at that smile!!! *pinches his cheeks*


EDIT!

JESSE WAS TAKING THE PICTURE! (honestly, Jesse? that’s the best excuse you found to take Hanzo a picture? but wait.. it’s actually pretty okay and it worked!

The Ultimate Positivity Post

Things that make me happy

- drinking green tea
- friday nights
- reading books on rainy days
- no homework
- discovering a new tv show
- waking up early but refreshed
- running down the street when no one’s looking
- washing my hair
- smiling at strangers on the bus
- spending time alone
- wandering around my hometown
- watching the stars
- the smell of old dusty books
- being wrapped up in a blanket on a cold night
- talking with someone who understands
- lying on the grass & cloud watching
- picking up flowers
- hiking
- endless hot showers
- first snow
- understanding something in maths
- being able to look at myself in the mirror
- writing in a journal
- the smell after rain
- listening to music
- watching sunrise
- breakfasts in bed
- adventures
- finding the courage to open up to someone
- crawling into bed after a long hard day
- day dreaming
- breathing in the cold air after a long run
- taking bubble bath
- wind in my hair
- falling in love with life

straydog733  asked:

If you're still looking for prompts: physically disabled Jack playing sled hockey. Bonus points for trying to teach Bob. Thanks!

“Stop making fun of your father and get over here,” Alicia yells, slapping her sticks against the ice. “When he finally figures it out you’re doomed, might as well score now!”

But Jack doesn’t move because he’s laughing so hard he’s actually crying. “How are you a living legend? You can’t even balance on a sledge!” 

Bob pushes himself upright and nearly falls over on his other hip. Under normal circumstances, he’d be embarrassed, so clearly struggling before an entire wedding party's worth of current and former NHLers, but this is a unique circumstance. He’ll happily play the part of the fool, today, or forever, really, if it means he can see Jack smile like this on a regular basis.

“We – ” Jack gasps for breath, shaking so hard he might topple himself, “– we can’t play if Papa can’t skate.”

Alicia streaks past, still radiant in her makeup from the morning’s ceremony. “Bobby, even I’m better at this than you. How is that possible?”

“You are ruthless,” Bob breathes, watching his wife circle him, “and you’re on my team! Is anyone else seeing this? Eric! Have some compassion and come help your father-in-law!”

Bitty, who up to this point has been taking easy laps with his parents, breaks away only to be quickly intercepted by Jack.

“Oh, no, it’s only been six hours, you can’t start playing the father-in-law card.”

Shitty quickly shoots between them, “Make it quick, gentleman, Bitty’s mom is brutal. She’s laid out Tater twice.”

“What’s the point of you getting married if I can’t abuse the relationship for personal gain? You helped Richard, you traitor, so your husband can help me.” Bob argues, propping himself up with his hands instead of the sticks.

“I didn’t think you’d need the help,” Jack grins, switching to French and sliding up beside his father, “you’re supposed to be the best.”

“Ah, well, one too many concussions and my balance isn’t quite what it used to be.” Bob looks up from the ice in time to catch Jack’s smile falter. 

“Are you feeling alright? Is your vertigo back?” 

Christ. He didn’t want to make this about him; any latent injury of Bob’s was dwarfed a long time ago by Jack’s accident, not that this is anything close to a competition. He shakes his head and holds out his arm so Jack can hold him stable. 

“I’m more than alright, just old and jaded, watching all you handsome young bucks skate circles around me.”

Jack laughs and Bob watches his gaze flit back to Eric, who’s carefully coiffed hair is finally falling out of place as he tries to keep his mother from ramming her sledge into Alexei Mashkov. 

“Lean forward a bit, center your weight around your hips,” Jack explains, pressing a hand against Bob’s lower-back. “Not too far, use your sticks to move forward, it’s easier to balance when you’re in motion.”

Bob is struck suddenly by a sense of deja-vu; remembering how easy it had been to teach Jack to skate nearly thirty years earlier. Or how easy it had seemed to a Stanley Cup champion. Jack must have felt exactly how Bob does now, unsteady and unsure. 

“There you go,” Jack says brightly once Bob has centered himself. “See? Not so hard after all. Now you just have to score.”

Jack pulls a puck from between his thighs and tosses it onto the ice. Bob moves to pass it and promptly finds himself lying back on his side.

“This is just like the time I tried snowboarding,” Bob groans. “Had to scoot down the mountain on my ass.”

“Can we make new teams?” Alicia asks. “This doesn’t feel fair.”

Jack snorts a laugh and pulls Bob upright again. “C’mon, Papa, you’ll have this down in no time. Can’t let Maman get bragging rights, she’ll never let you live it down.”

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Handyman

Handyman (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, sub!Jimin, dirty talk

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: Jimin is your landlord’s son. After one stressful day he comes to fix your shower for you. You find yourself constantly thinking about him. Could he be the perfect submissive? (here’s some lovely Jimin moans for the occasion: credit to owner)

I’ve been working on this for forever so i’m excited about it! :)

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So, I get that that ending bit was supposed to be like “there’s a little bit of Ashi out there in the world even though she’s gone” and all that.  I get the logistics and where it was coming from!  

On one hand that’s sort of driving the “good things/people can come out of the worst situations” point home (Aku is the worst thing to happen to the planet but without his existence Ashi wouldn’t exist, etc, etc). 

On the OTHER hand…

That ending could have used just one or two more scenes.  

Bear with me for a moment, okay!  It’s late, I’m sad Ashi didn’t make it through the finale - just let me have this.


So, picture this:

The Ashi Jack knew disappeared during their wedding.  Leaving a grieving Jack, back in his own time with his old family and friends, but still sad.  He sits by that tree, somber.  Suddenly, a little ladybug flies up to him, he stares at it a moment before smiling.  He looks out over the hills as the sun shines on him and the tree he’s under.  The lighting is warm and it’s a strong callback to another scene we saw in the first episode of the season:

All of these are meant to represent Ashi.

Okay?  That’s the scene we saw already.

Now, picture this:

The camera pans out on Jack, and that’s the last we see of him. It’s not mentioned, but he knows in some way or form, Ashi survived.

Then we get a glimpse of the alternate timeline, a future without Aku.

In it, we see some familiar faces - but the entire timeline has obviously been altered.  We see some glimpses of the Scottsman’s daughters - some of them are keeping the ancient battle traditions alive - some of them are builders and engineers.  We see humans and some aliens in a big city. We catch a glimpse of the talking dogs running a museum to educate their kids about their ancestors.  We see a whole lot of things.

And then finally, we catch a glimpse of a young woman with dark hair. Enjoying a walk through a park, listening to birds chirping in the trees.  She gets to the top of a hill just in time to see the sunset.  The tree she’s under is illuminated a soft rosy pink.  The sun shines out over the hills around her, and she breathes in deeply - feeling an undeniable sense of peace.

Finally we see her face - this is Ashi, only in this NEW timeline she wasn’t created by Aku’s magic and a cultist (this time she and her sisters were created by two humans, surprise!).  But she’s still Ashi.  And this Ashi gets to live the life she always deserved to have.  

Raising Princess Leia was probably all kinds of crazy adventures sometimes

“You can’t make me look!” The five year old princess stomped her foot. “He’ll steal my face!”

“Sweetheart, it’s just a painting,” Bail tried not to cringe in front of the Imperial officer. “It’s not going to steal your face, I promise.”

“Your daughter has a problem with our Emperor, Viceroy?” There was an icy undertone in the officer’s voice that warned that a misstep here could prove costly.

“It’s not the Emperor,” Queen Breha gave the man a winning smile and smoothed Leia’s hair. “She’s skittish around portraits in general.”

“The eyes follow me! They’re gonna stick me in a frame too!” Leia protested, understanding even at her age that it was better to play up her childish side.

Breha thought that the Imperial still looked unconvinced, and so with a silent apology to her daughter she added, “She’s also convinced that she has a little brother who was stolen by goblins. We’re still not certain where she picked up that idea.”

The officer nodded with thinly veiled disgust. “Perhaps you should take more care to monitor who your daughter spends time with, Queen Breha.” The pompous man turned on his heel and stalked away to terrorize someone else in the gallery.

The Organas breathed a collective sigh of relief and Bail swept Leia up into his arms.
“Well done, my Leia,” he whispered. “But from now on, you must be careful what you say about the emperor when there are people about.”

Leia tugged at the braiding on his sleeve and frowned. “It’s still ugly, Papa. It’s not a good painting.”

Bail struggled for words. “It’s…an Impressionist piece, I think.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means that the artist was under the impression that it looked good,” Breha said dryly. Bail stifled a snort, but did not comment to the contrary.

Bidding perfunctory farewells to the host, the Queen and Viceroy slipped out, making excuses of an overtired kindergartener. Mon Mothma had been able to slip a data chip into Bail’s hand in passing and he had no intention of sticking around to be caught with it. As they met with their bodyguards and strapped themselves into the transport, Leia piped up again.

“Goblins are real though. And they do steal babies.”

She took the twitch on her father’s face as evidence that she was right and that the grown-ups just didn’t want to admit it.