this is so perfect i want to hug something

  1. “You’re really soft.”
  2. "You smell nice.”
  3. “You’re cute when you’re worried”
  4. “I think i’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.”
  5. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
  6. "I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”
  7. "Is it possible to love too much?”
  8. “You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”
  9. "I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”
  10. “I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”
  11. "I will always be there protect you.”
  12. "I’m cold. Come closer.”
  13. “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
  14. "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  15. "I’ve never seen such gorgeous eyes before.”
  16. "I can’t stop thinking about you.”
  17. “You’re really hot, shame about the personality”
  18. "All I want is you.”
  19. “This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
  20. “You came to my room at 4am, to cuddle?”
  21. "I could never leave you, I love you too much!”
  22. "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”
  23. "I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.”
  24. “You look really cute in that sweater.”
  25. "You look incredible in that.”
  26. “Is that my shirt?”
  27. “You’re so clingy, i love it.”
  28. “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
  29. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
  30. "He/She’s quite stunning, isn’t he/she?”
  31. “Are you sugar personified or something?”
  32. “I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”
  33. "Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”
  34. "Do you believe in love at first sight?”
  35. "I think I’m in love.”
  36. "I’d like it if you stayed.”
  37. “You made these cupcakes for me?”
  38. “Have you lost your mind?”
  39. “You’re so fucking adorable.”
  40. “You’re my best friend’s sister, we can’t do this..”
  41. "People are jerks, but not you.”
  42. “All these new feelings are scaring me.”
  43. "I’ll share the blankets with you.”
  44. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”
  45. "I have never felt this way about anyone.”
  46. “How do you always manage to look so captivating?”
  47. "I want this to never end…”
  48. “I’m a big girl, i can handle it myself.”
  49. “I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”
  50. “Can I kiss you?”
  51. “Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”
  52. “So, are you guys dating or?”
  53. “There’s no way in hell i could fall in love with someone like you”
  54. "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”
  55. “Could you hold my hand?”
  56. “Have you seen my jacket?”
  57. “Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”
  58. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
  59. “You can put your cold feet on me.”
  60. “You make me so happy.”
  61. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
  62. “Your stray red item turned my whites pink.”
  63. “A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you.”
  64. “Did they hurt you?”
  65. “You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?
  66. “Your lips are really warm.”
  67. “I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on.”
  68. “That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute.”
  69. “I really love holding you, darling.”
  70. “You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.”
  71. “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”
  72. “You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”
  73. “We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches.”
  75. “I want you to fight for me!”
  76. “Please don’t go.”
  77. “You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”
  78. “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
  79. “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

I decided to make a prompt list cause I’ve always been anxious about getting a prompt I don’t know what to do with so I chose to grab them from other lists that I was comfortable with (originals: x  x  x )

~ Clara

Thoughts on RebelCaptain

So I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about Rogue One (hasn’t everyone?!?!?), specifically why the ending is so satisfying despite the heartbreak. I fully agree with everyone that is saying how Jyn and Cassian’s hug on the beach is beautiful and perfect because it represents the loss of potential while also still demonstrating the importance of always having hope. But I think it’s more than that. I think part of what makes that moment so satisfying to watch is that, ultimately, isn’t that how we all want to go? Knowing that we may not be remembered for long, but also knowing that you’ve done something great and meaningful with your life. And in our last moments we are not alone, but rather in the company of someone we love and who loves us in return. I wanted so badly for them to have more time together, but they did get to spend the rest of their lives together and in love, knowing that what they accomplished mattered. We didn’t get to hear the question “Are you with me.” and the answer “All the way.” We got to see it.

Originally posted by blackcanarydinah

are you cute as hell?
  • aries rising: yes!!! your energy is magnetic, you're so adorably bubbly. i'd say yes to anything you ever suggested because your excitement is infectious. i love your hair.
  • taurus rising: yes!!! your smile is so sweet, you're just the sort of person i want to hug all day. i want to buy you so many presents & cuddle you all the time. i love your skin.
  • gemini rising: yes!!! it's just the cutest thing when you speak fast like you're so excited about something. your laugh is perfect & you just seem sooo cool. i love your hands.
  • cancer rising: yes!!! you're so kind & precious & expressive in like 1 million ways. you are literally too good and pure for this world omg, i want to hug you. i love your eyes.
  • leo rising: yes!!! when you're happy or excited it is honestly the most adorable thing. it's so difficult to take my eyes off you whatever you're doing. i love the way you move.
  • virgo rising: yes!!! omg you're so funny & sweet in so many different ways. you're the sort of person i ALWAYS want to hang out with no matter what. i love the way you dress.
  • libra rising: yes!!! how are you so kind to like everyone ever? i swear there is not a single person in the world you don't make so god damn happy. i love your cute tiny habits.
  • scorpio rising: yes!!! you're so quiet, it makes everyone want to know more, & your jokes are A++ bc we never expect them!! you have such class. i love the way you hold yourself.
  • sagittarius rising: yes!!! how do make everyone like you so easily??? honestly tell me your secrets, you're so funny & magnetic & just generally awesome. i love your laugh.
  • capricorn rising: yes!!! idk but i just wanna hug you & keep you safe, like, forever. i look up to you so much, plus you are sooo funny!! you rock. i love the way you walk.
  • aquarius rising: yes!!! omg your comments are always appreciated bc they're so dry & funny, and your dress sense is so quirky and cute, you're a pleasure. i love your voice.
  • pisces rising: yes!!! you're like the softest baby of light, can i wrap you up in tissue paper please??? you're so sweet & lovely & well meaning all the time. i love your smile.
Thoughts on Voltron season 3

Sooooooo. I just finished Voltron season 1 and 2 (in one day, hurraaaay). And I want to talk about something and I would like to hear what others think. Before I start, my English is not perfect. I may use certain words that are not grammatically correct or words that do not seem to “fit” in a certain context/sentence, so please keep that in mind.

I want to start with something Jeremy said in an interview, something about “facing sexuality in Voltron”. And I know a lot of people (including myself) want to think that he’s talking about Klance, but considering what happened between Keith and Allura (Allura accepting Keith being half-Galra and the hug afterwards), I think it is obvious who he was talking about. Allura never would’ve thought of falling in love with a (half-)Galra, a race that disgusts her. A race that killed her family and friends, but now we have Keith. Someone she considers family/friend, but is half-Galra. But why do I think that Jeremy is talking about those two? Well, apparently in the 80s version of Voltron Lotor was hitting on Allura while Keith was also pining after her. Also, there has been no developments with any other ““couple”” in season 2. If I don’t look through my shippers goggles, if I set my shipping goggles aside….. The first two seasons do not have any romantic interactions between the five (six if I incude Allura sorry Coran) of them. And if i’m correct it was said in another interview that they (the paladins) hadn’t had the time to bond with each other, which is 100% true.  When did they actually sit down and talk with each other? When did they have the TIME to actually sit down and talk with each other? Time to grow feelings? (not counting the bonding moments from the beginning of season 1) (Also I died at this part: WE HAD A BONDING MOMENT. I CRADDLED YOU IN MY ARMS - Keith 2k16).
These are all obviously speculations. If we look at Legend of Korra and the Avatar, the romance didn’t start until we were a few seasons in and in LOK I truly did not expect the Korra/Asami pairing (observation skills? what observation skills lol). So there is still a chance for Klance/Sheith/Shallura to become canon, but I feel like I set my bars too high after YOI (and Legend of Korra) and after learning about the 80s Lotor and Keith…..

This is MY opinion or you could call it a theory/speculation I guess, you do not have to agree. Hell, I don’t want to agree with myself (Klance/Lancelot i’m waiting for you in season 3). I would like to have a civilized discussion with our fandom, ‘cause I feel like overlooked quite some things….

What are your thoughts? :)

Everytime I think about that yoonseok moment with the flower, I always picture Yoongi only giving hobi inexpensive gifts and hobi being totally okay with it.

Yoongi: *hands over a rose to hobi*
Hobi: aw it’s so pretty
Yoongi: sorry, I could only burrow it from my mom’s shop
Hobi: I said they’re pretty, babe

Yoongi: *bakes a cake for Hobi’s birthday*
Hobi: omg! You made this?!
Hobi: *hugs him and kisses his cheek*
Yoongi: yeah, I couldn’t find the perfect one for you. I don’t think it came out very well though…
Hobi: it’s perfect.

Yoongi: *buys candy rings from a machine*
Hobi: Yoongi this is so sweet…
Yoongi: I couldn’t wait any longer and wanted to give you something now. My next paycheck isn’t until next week so-
Hobi: It’s the thought that counts, Yoongi…I love it.

Yoongi: *pulls Hobi outside to a new car*
Hobi: wow! This is amazing!!
Yoongi: it’s just a rental
Hobi: *face drops visually*
Yoongi: but I’ll take you wherever you wanna go. Any trip. You name it.
Hobi: *smiles genuinely*
Hobi: okay

And then one day, Yoongi would suddenly surprise him with some big expensive gift that’s really meaningful or something and Hobi would just be in utter shock.

Yoongi: *takes his hands off Hobi’s eyes*
Hobi: *looks around at the empty space*
Hobi: are we moving again or?
Yoongi: *chuckles*
Yoongi: it’s your dance studio
Hobi: I don’t have a dance studio.
Yoongi: you do now.
Yoongi: *stands in the center of the large room and opens his arms*
Hobi: *processes and stares at him in awe*
Hobi: you really shouldn’t have…
Yoongi: just don’t check our bank account though haha
Hobi: *tears swell up in his eyes and he runs into Yoongi’s arms*
Hobi: thank you thank you! I love you!
Hobi: *kisses him*
Yoongi: *smiles*
Yoongi: you deserve it…all of it


I know these have been posted a billion times but I CAN”T GET OVER THIS PERFECT FAMILY??? I MEAN LOOK AT THEM THEY ARE SO PERF





Fuuma: Oh, looks like I’m interrupting something? A family hug fest I see?

Fai: Fuuma-kun, would you like to join?

Fuuma: You bet!

Kurogane: HELL NO


jungkook: how do you have better abs than me????

namjoon: *squishing his own cheeks and squealing about how cute it is*

hoseok: waiT DON’T MOVE THERE IS A BEE ON YOU just kidding i wanted to see your adorable belly awwh how cute *pokes your stomach*

jimin: *hugs you and laughs every time he feels your stomach*

taehyung: whAT is thiS INCREDIBLY SOft thiNG????!?!

yoongi: *smiles at you until you say something and quietly whispers that you have a really nice stomach*

jin: SO beaUTIFUL JUST LIKE THE REST OF YOU SARANGHE *attacks you with hugs* you’re perfect like this so you should eat more let’s go eat right now

The hug Yuuri gives Victor before the performance is so emotional, spontaneous and intimate that I just want to cry forever. It’s not the casual hug you give a friend, you can see he pushes really close and tightens his arms around Victor’s neck as if he just wanted to connect, to convey something words alone couldn’t. It was such a perfect and surprsing moment I just

With Me

Will lingered in the hallway, watching the firelight lick over Hannibal’s arms, his face, the book in his hands. He made no motion, did not go to him and sit beside him on the sofa. He stood, breath held tight, wrestling with himself. He wanted to go sit there, but-

“Will,” Hannibal’s eyes looked up, then flicked towards him, turning his head to find him in the doorway, “come, sit down.”

And he’d been trying so hard to avoid detection, standing down wind and everything. Still, Hannibal had invited him, no point resisting now. He stepped forward gingerly, making his way consciously into the room. Here came the tricky part.

There were many seats to choose from, a sturdy rocking chair, a winged arm chair with its own ottoman, and the sofa, of course. Without looking too deliberate, too tense, without warning Hannibal, he hoped, he measured his steps and sat down next to Hannibal. He sighed with the cushions, making himself lean back in the posture of relaxation and stared into the heart of the fire, unblinking. He felt Hannibal start, pause, felt his eyes skip over the page, onto him, then back, afraid of being noticed for his watching.

“What’re you reading?” Will asked when he was sure Hannibal had read the page fifty times but not taken in a word of it.

Hannibal’s fingers hesitated over the page, trying to read for him. “The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám,” he let the pages fall open towards Will, “In translation, unfortunately. I plan to learn Persian to read it properly.”

“All that for a book of poetry?” Will mused, tilting his head back.

“It is beautiful,” Hannibal explained, “and deserves to be understood in its native tongue.”

Will nodded thoughtfully, “Well, that’s one project for the future.” He winced; they hadn’t discussed the future yet. At all.

“Yes…” Hannibal hesitated, feeling the elephant in the room, “if I find myself with enough time on my hands to-” He silenced abruptly as Will’s arm came down around his shoulders.

Will gulped, feeling like a high schooler on his first date, all stilted movements and anxious energy. Keep calm, relax; it wasn’t as though they weren’t both mature adults who had done this a million times before with other consenting adults. There should be no problem, no awkwardness, and yet… his heart beat in his throat like a bird thrashing at its cage.

Cautiously, Will stroked his thumb against Hannibal’s shoulder, almost to remind himself it was there, real and solid. Hannibal jumped, nearly dropping his book, “Will, your arm-” he fumbled, trying to turn to Will without turning in to Will and finding the proximity made this almost impossible. To look him in the eye he’d have to get closer.

“I’m nearly healed,” Will swallowed, his voice sounding high and foreign, “besides I should be stretching it anyway, so I’m not so sore. So the muscles… heal the… the way they’re supposed to.” He tried not to watch Hannibal, curving into him, pressing against him. He tried to focus on the fire as Hannibal gave in to the position Will had put them in with the softest sigh. It couldn’t be done.

Hannibal turned his head to reply and found his cheek brushing against Will’s shoulder. His eyes closed instantly, his lungs involuntarily inhaling. Will felt his bicep tense with nerves, there was a painful yank at the still closing wound, but he gave no sign of pain, transfixed on Hannibal.

“Physical therapy,” Hannibal returned abruptly, lifting his cheek, voice rough and low, “will be the hardest part of the healing process. It will be… lengthy and very painful for some time.” He licked his lips, trying to open his eyes all the way and failing, “You should still be resting.”

“I can sit here.” Will felt his hand come around Hannibal’s shoulder, palm flat against his arm. His body decided before he did that he wanted Hannibal closer.

“Could we… just… come here,” he mumbled, squeezing Hannibal to him with one long pull.

Hannibal’s last restraints broke. Before Will knew it he felt arms wrapped around him and a face pressed into his collar. Stunned, he put both arms around Hannibal and held him. Hannibal fit into him like a warm, heavy blanket, pressing against him everywhere he felt lonely. Though he’d been alone, he’d never felt lonely… until Hannibal. Only made sense that being with Hannibal could soothe that ache, maybe the only thing that might.

Hannibal’s hands skirted the edges of his bandages, wary of pressing too much, of being too much. Yet, he held tight, squirmed half into Will’s lap, as close as he could possibly get. Will could feel his heart beat, a skittering patter in reckless time, and he was sure Hannibal had no idea Will knew about it. The moment reeked of desperation, and yet… his arm curled tighter around Hannibal. And yet he pressed closer and yearned to feel Hannibal melt against him, melt completely.

Hannibal gave, he shuddered, he kept perfectly silent, but he shook like a leaf. Will held him close and never once thought about letting go. Hannibal gave so beautifully, he pushed and melted and succumbed so perfectly in his arms. This… this was nice. It was actually… really nice, holding Hannibal. He hadn’t expected that.

Will let his head fall against Hannibal’s, let himself breathe in his hair, press skin to skin, rest together like this. He listened to Hannibal breathe and slowly their breaths fell together. He lost track of time and was on the point of sleep when Hannibal murmured something in his ear.


“The fire’s all but gone, we should go to bed.”

The words struck a bell and cracked Will’s eyes open. He was still holding onto Hannibal, smushed together in one corner of the couch. “N-No, don’t go,” his voice croaked, groggy. The implications of it didn’t register immediately, too tired to remember to care too little.

Hannibal paused. “I won’t. But wait here, I’ll get some blankets.” His legs hit the floor and he slowly rose, untangling himself from Will’s arms with unfair grace. Will whimpered, freezing where his Hannibal blanket had been. He closed his eyes and curled onto the sofa completely.

Hannibal returned. He knew he returned because he felt warm again, he felt welcome pressure and weight on the sofa, covering him, slipping up beside him and into his waiting arms. Will’s lips lifted, pleased to be embracing Hannibal once again.

“You’ll regret sleeping like this in the morning,” Hannibal muttered into his chest.

“Won’t,” Will grumbled, one hand stroking idly at Hannibal’s back.

“We could sleep on the bed… still together.”

Will heard the request in his pause. His arms tightened, “Too tired. Drag me to bed tomorrow.” And he hunkered down, pulled Hannibal close, and silenced him for the night with a kiss.

  • I don't want someone else looking in his eyes and seeing the perfection I saw. I don't want someone else to smile when he says something stupid like I did. I don't want someone else to feel safe and warm in his hugs like I used to. I don't want someone else to be in love with him like I was.
In which Robbie learns something new about Sportanut (whether he wants to or not)

I’m so sorry if you got multiples of this but my wifi is being very very uncooperative atm

I usually don’t write this much in a few days but putting my favs through sads and sickies are good muse jumpers. Please give Sport a huge hug and maybe one to Robbie too (once he learns that he shouldn’t say mean things to sick sports elves) – H-anon

Robbie swore that he must have been a truly despicable villain in a past life to deserve this punishment.

Not the classy villainy he was doing now. It was probably the kind where he kicked puppies for fun and eat the hearts of playing children for lunch, rounding off with kittens for dinner. That was the only proportionate actions that could justify this… horrendous experience. 

A simple day of scheming ended up being a lot more trouble than its worth. Robbie had cooked up a deliciously evil plan that would finally get Sportanerd out of Lazy Town forever. Everything honestly went according plan, which felt a little unusual for him. Then he shoved the feeling aside and basked in the glory of his success. 

Robbie was prepared to send the hero packing but then he did the mistake of actually checking up on Sportakook. Seeing his condition, it really was no wonder than he fell for the trap so quickly. He had expected a bit more resistance from the blue elf but instead, he laid absolutely still, which should have been an indicator that something was wrong.

Sportaloon’s cheeks were flushed with sweat pouring down the side of his face. Small puffs of breath escaped his lips and his eyes were squeezed shut. He curled up slightly, as if he could shield himself from danger. All in all, it was quite a pathetic sight.

Robbie couldn’t understand the odd feeling that he got the longer he stared at his rival’s unconscious form. Even he couldn’t find it in him to be that evil. Just leaving Sportadork made something within him clench. It was probably just his… self preservation instincts kicking in at the thought of the brats finding him like this.  They will probably find a way to pin the blame to him and he would like to avoid a horde of angry midgets going after him.

So the next best option was to drag the stupid elf back to his lair. It was probably the most exhausted that Robbie had been in weeks after he managed to get Sportacus onto his bed. All the work he had to do, the energy he burnt, the… ugh, exercising he was getting.

It was disgusting and Robbie blamed Sportakook for this.

The elf had been mostly unconscious, saved for the occasional whimper and the constant tossing and turning. The sight most definitely did not make Robbie worry. He just wanted something to do other than watch Sportanut all day. 

it was a good thing he was unconscious. If Sportaloser knew that he was actually putting effort into doing something positive, he’d never leave down the ‘I knew you were good!’ speech from the health nut.

Sportacus only stirred awake after Robbie had fetched the necessary items needed to cool down a scorching fever. The elf groaned, shifting till he was on his back before he opened his eyes. The glassy look was a bit disconcerting, Robbie thought before he could stop himself.

Those eyes eventually fell upon him, where he tensed up without knowing why. Sportaloon stared at him for what seemed like hours before he spoke in a hoarse voice, “Robbie?”

“Yes Sportanut?” came the scathing reply. Robbie was totally not doing this to hide his concern or anything. “Finally decided to wake up, hmm?”

Sportacus made a confused face. The effect made something twinge within Robbie. With his flushed cheeks, disheveled hair and glassy eyes, it made for a truly pitiful sight.

“What happened?” Sportanerd asked softly, still looking mighty confused. Robbie was totally not worried. Totally.

“Well, someone decided to be a complete moron and go out, even when they should have stayed in bed,” Robbie replied with an upturn of his nose, arms crossed over his chest. “Really, what kind of idiotic move was that? You’d think that being a hero and all, you’d have a smudge of common sense in that empty brain of yours.”

Robbie found the words flowing out of his mouth the longer the odd feeling settled in his heart. With his head turned the other way, he completely missed the tears that started forming in those glassy blue eyes.

“Seriously, you lecture those brats to take care of themselves but you don’t practice what you preach,” Robbie scoffed, still completely oblivious to his surroundings. “Some role model you are. If they had seen you before I dragged your stupid butt to my lair, they’re see you as the Sportaloser that you really are. They’d be disappointed in you. What do–”

It was at that moment that his ears picked up a foreign noise. He paused in his (worry fueled) tirade, finally turning towards the source of his… concern. Robbie swore his jaw dropped completely to the floor, his eyes blown wide at the sight before him.

Sportaloser was… crying. Honest to god crying. His cheeks were even redder, either from the fever or from his attempt to keep his sobs semi quiet Robbie couldn’t tell. His eyes were squeezed shut, the tears slipping past them and trailing down his cheeks in fast rivulets. He was hunched forward with his head bowed and his fingers gripping the folds of the blanket. He would occasionally suck in a harsh breath through his clenched teeth, acting like he shouldn’t be doing that in the first place.

Robbie was utterly confused and just a little bit… scared for the elf. What? Sportanut should never look like that, he realized. So sad and vulnerable, it felt like he was intruding on a private scene, seeing something that should never be seen.

It was totally frustrating! Robbie had finally made the great hero cry, quite miserably even, but he couldn’t find it in him to gloat at his victory. He was standing atop the fallen hero and yet, there was no other feeling than an intense desire to… help.

(Argh! He must have been infected by whatever that Sportanerd had.)

When Sportakook’s stifled sobs degenerated into a bad coughing fit that left his bending at the waist and his forehead touching the blanket, Robbie’s legs moved on his own. Again, seeing his rival in such a pitiful state, he should be celebrating, doing a jig of sorts. Instead, he kneeled next to Sportaloon and rubbed gentle circles on his back.

Once the fit had passed, the sick elf remained in his bent position. Robbie would have thought he’d passed out if it wasn’t for the sniffling.

“Come on Sportanut,” Robbie found himself gently coaxing. “Sit up right. That position isn’t good for you.”

(A villain telling someone that something wasn’t good for them. The world was ending.)

It seemed like nothing was going to happen until Sportacus slowly pushed himself up. His head was still ducked but Robbie didn’t miss any of the glorious misery on his face. His eyes were red and puffy, tear tracks on his cheeks, nose an alarming shade of red. Liquid pooled on his upper lip and his mustache looked even more ridiculous.

All in all, a sight he should be laughing at. Should capture a picture so he would have blackmail material that he could lord over Sportakook with.

A lot of should haves but what he did instead was grabbing the rag, dip it into the water just a bit to get it damp before bringing it to the patient’s face.

Sportacus flinched at the touch and looked like he wanted to lean back but Robbie’s sharp command cowed him into obedience.

Robbie never imagined in his life that he’d be wiping off all the disgusting remnants of Sportanut’s crying session with such gentleness. One hand gently cupped his chin while the other made quick work on wiping his eyes, nose and cheeks.

The incessant sniffling was ruining his work so he grabbed the other rag and dropped it into the hero’s hand. “Blow your nose. All that sniffling is getting on my nerves.”

Robbie offered him a semblance of privacy by turning away to drop the soiled cloth into the trashcan. Oh well, it wasn’t the good kind anyway. No real loss there.

Once he was certain the loon was done, he turned back to him. Robbie felt a disturbing twinge in his heart at the sight. Sportakook looked like a kicked puppy. He swore that if he squinted his eyes and turned his head seventeen degrees to the left, he’d see a set of droopy ears on that mop of golden locks.

Ugh. Ughhhhh. Why was he even thinking about doing this? Why was he actually going to do this?

“So, what was that all about?” Robbie asked gruffly, lips set in a thin line. It was weird that Sportadumb’s body language screamed hesitance. When was the elf been anything other than complete confidence?

When there was silence, Robbie let out a loud sigh. “I don’t have all day you know!”

Another stretch of uncomfortable silence before a meek, “You h-hate me.”

Wait, what?

“Wait, what?” Robbie repeated aloud, confusion seeping into his expression. “What are you blabbering on about Sportanut?”

More maddening silence before a hitched breath. “Y-You said… t-those m-m-mean things… a-about m-me.”

Oh god, his eyes were tearing up again. Robbie felt like screaming. Why oh why must Sportaloser be super sensitive when he got sick? He had said all of those things because he didn’t want him to know that Robbie actually felt… concern for his health.

Robbie’s mind involuntarily replayed the words over and over again. Hate was a strong word. Robbie hated a lot of things but alarmingly, Sportadork wasn’t in that list. Sure the elf was annoying and aggravating and he wanted to get rid of him but Robbie never truly hated him.

God, what was wrong with him?

His fingers ran through his gelled hair a few times as the sniffles became louder. He was going to regret this. He was absolutely, positively, no doubt about it going to regret this.

An aggravated sigh. “I don’t hate you, Sportaloser.”

There was a pause in the sniffling. Robbie looked up to find those criminally illegal eyes staring at him. He made for a most miserable sight that strangely made him want to wrap Sportanut in a blanket.O

“You d-don’t?” Came the pitiful reply. God, even his voice made him feel like he just kicked another puppy. “R-Really?”

Robbie leveled him a withering look that would have been more effective if it wasn’t for his rapidly reddening cheeks.


Silence draped over them for what seemed like forever before Sportanut finally sported a small, wobbly smile.

“I-I’m glad. I r-really am.”

“Ugh, spare me the sentiments.” Robbie crossed his arms and turned the other way. “I only said that because you’d get sick if you keep cry—“

“U-Um R-Robbie?”

Called it a sixth sense but Robbie immediately grabbed the wastebasket. Turning around, he found Sportaloon sitting perfectly still, eyes wide with panic and both hands clasping his mouth. Thankfully, he made it in time before the elf could ruin his perfectly good bedsheets.

Seriously, once all of this is over, Sportakook was going to owe him big. Who else was going to clean up the mess in that basket?

Until then, Robbie simply sat by the bedside, one hand rubbing small circles on Sportacus’ back, the other gently swiping back the damp fringes from his eyes.

(Robbie desperately wished that Sportanut would be too out of it to realize that he was doing this. And for everything else that’ll happen in the next few days that it’ll take for him to get better).

It’s a different type of love
Where my giggles turn into snorts.
And my gummy smile is something to show off.
It’s stupid jokes at 12am, because gosh we are getting to old to stay up this late.
Rolling in the grass, taking pictures that make us laugh.
Hugging so hard until we can barely catch our breath.
Crammed ourselves in a twin bed
Have your feet by my head.
And somehow it’s still perfect.
—  Our life is a novel I never want to stop writing. @insanityiscatching

anonymous asked:

i love that you used technicolour beat lyrics for that malec edit - its on my personal playlist for them!! <3

same it’s on mine too!! I’ve wanted to use it forever but I was waiting for something that really suited it and them hugging each other so tight was perfect.

anyway, I haven’t stopped crying since Monday I’m so emotional like I still can’t believe they kissed and held onto each other like that and exchanged I love you’s???

I’m gonna go watch it again for the 245477 time in case it wasn’t real bye

I just really want a cheesy scene between Bellamy and Clarke where something amazing happens and they are super excited and Clarke throws her arms around Bellamy’s neck and they end up in this super deep hug and they slowly pull away with their faces super close and it’s like the world stands still just for a minute as their eyes are drawn to the other’s mouth and then Raven just coughs from a couple feet away and they snap out of it mumbling random things and yeah I just think that would be so cute

When You’re Gone

I wanted to do something a little different so I wrote Bechloe! And it features their lovely future aca-child, Emily :)

Imagine your OTP sending their kid(s) off to camp. Who gives them a hug before they go? Who pesters the kid to make sure they’ve packed absolutely everything they need? Who cries when they leave? Who worries about them after they’ve gone?

“Em, seriously?” Beca sighed as she leaned down to pick up yet another abandoned t-shirt, the brunette easily folding it with a roll of her eyes. “Little dude, you’re going to a music camp, you don’t need to look all fancy.”

“It’s a big deal, Mom,” Emily huffed as she poked her head from her closet, her brows furrowing as she looked at the woman. “I-It’s nine days of intense vocal training, insane choreographed routines, and more cardio then Aunt Aubrey could dream of.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Beca chuckled. “So I’ve heard.”

“Emily,” Chloe called as she walked into her daughter’s bedroom, her brows dipping as she looked around the destroyed bedroom. “Sweetheart, what are you doing? We’ve gotta leave for the airport in fifteen minutes.”

“I’m looking for the shirt Aunt Stacie bought me, it’s good luck.” Emily mumbled as she dove back into the closet, materials flying over her head as she dug through her things. “I can’t leave without it.”

“Em, I packed that three days go,” Chloe reminded her with a shake of her head as she moved to collect the thrown shirts and shorts. “Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of. I promise. Go get your shoes on, okay?”

Emily stood from the closet and frowned slightly before giving a small nod as she lumbered out of the room, her rapidly growing form stumbling before she turned to shoot her mothers a lopsided grin before vanishing.

“I think somebody is a little nervous,” Beca noted as she looked to her wife a look of amusement, Chloe snorting before nodding in agreement. “I don’t think she’s the only one though…”

Chloe paused, “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve packed and repacked her suitcase four times, you’ve called Cynthia Rose at least eight times to ask her questions about the camp, and I heard you sneak out of bed last night.” Beca smirked. “You’re freaking out, aren’t you?”

“She’s going to be across the country, Beca!” Chloe exclaimed, her cheeks darkening to match the color of her hair. “I think that warrants a little bit of a freak out. She’s only thirteen. Are you sure she’s ready for this?”

“What? Chlo, of course she is. She’s been counting down the days.” Beca scoffed as she moved towards the redhead, twining her arms around her trim waist. “You and I have been counting them down too, remember?”

“No, you’ve been counting them down,” Chloe mumbled with a roll of her eyes.

“Hey, I’m gonna miss the kid like crazy but it’ll be nice to have some time with my wife.” Beca shrugged, Chloe rolling her eyes before dropping a kiss to her lips. “She’s going to be okay, she’ll have a great time.”

“She may have a great time, but it’s going to be weird not having her around,” Chloe noted with a small, defeated sigh. “She’s gone to sleep away camp, but that was only for two days. This is almost two weeks.”

Beca smiled sympathetically before giving Chloe a small squeeze, “She’s gonna do great, alright? Cynthia Rose will keep an eye on her and in eleven days she’ll be right back here where she belongs.”

Chloe hesitated before finally smiling softly, “You’re right.”

“Haven’t you learned that I’m always right, Mrs. Mitchell?” Beca teased.


The whirl of the tires cruised easily through the familiar streets of LA, Chloe glancing towards her wife who was focusing on the road while shooting occasional glances towards the rearview mirror to steal glances of their daughter.

Chloe could see the dread flickering over Beca’s face as they neared the airport and she couldn’t help but bask in the fact that she wasn’t the only one terrified by the idea of shipping Emily off to New York.

“You packed a few sweaters, right?” Beca asked as she reached out to turn down the radio, her mix falling away to background noise. “And did you bring your phone charger? Your mom and I expect a call at least once a day.”

“Mom, I already went through the check list with ma,” Emily whined with a slight pout. “Ma packed me a few sweaters, an extra phone charger, and a new battery in case the one in my phone mysteriously stops working.”

“You can’t be too prepared.” Chloe shrugged once she caught sight of Beca’s amused smile. “I want to make sure that she has everything.”

“I’m going to be fine,” Emily sighed as she gave a dramatic roll of her eyes. “I’m gonna be with hundreds of other kids so if my phone somehow stops working then I’ll be able to use theirs. Plus, Jake is gonna be there.”

“Jake?” Beca snorted. “Is that supposed to comfort me?”

“Beca,” Chloe said, the warning clear in her tone as she shot her wife a glare causing the woman to release a long sigh before tightening her fist around the steering wheel. “I’m glad that Jake is going to be there, Em.”

Beca couldn’t help but shake her head at the idea of Stacie and Aubrey’s son being with her daughter for two weeks; it was bad enough his hormones had led him to kiss Emily last month, but the idea of them alone together terrified her.

“You just make sure to remind that kid that I will know if anything happens,” Beca grumbled as she turned into the airport. “I expect him to keep his hands to himself and his lips better stay far, far away from yours.”

“Mom,” Emily whined, a blush brightening her cheeks.

“Leave her alone.” Chloe scolded as Beca drove into the parking lot, the brunette pouting slightly as she pulled to a stop before the pair glanced towards their daughter. “You ready to go, baby?”

Emily beamed before nodding happily, “So ready.”


Beca glanced over her shoulder to watch as Stacie and Aubrey fussed over their fourteen-year-old son, the woman rolling her eyes before she turned to catch sight of her wife doing the same with Emily.

Chloe licked her thumb before smudging it across a supposed stain on Emily’s cheek, the teenager whining as she shoved at her mother’s hand while cringing away as the redhead reached for her once more.

“Ma, stop!”

“I think you missed a spot, Chlo.” Beca smirked as she moved towards the pair before licking her own thumb and playfully rubbing at one of Emily’s cheeks. “Jeez, Em, when was the last time you took a bath?”

“Apparently right now,” Emily mumbled as she swatted at both Beca and Chloe’s hands before narrowing her eyes at the pair. “Can you two stop already? It’s gonna be great. Like, super great. It’ll be fun.”

“For what I paid, it better be the best time you’ve ever had.” Beca scoffed before grunting as Chloe’s elbow made contact with her side, the brunette rubbing at her aching ribs. “I’m just kidding!”

“Just remember that you’re perfect the way you are,” Chloe ordered as she fidgeted with the lapels of Emily’s jacket, the woman clearing her throat. “Don’t let anyone tell you different, okay? You have so much talent to offer, Em.”

“Thanks, Ma.” Emily whispered as she wrapped her arms around Chloe, the taller woman falling into her daughter’s embrace as she pressed a loving kiss to her head. “You gonna be okay without me?”

“Okay? Ha. She’s going to fall apart.” Beca teased.

“Would you like another elbow to the ribs, babe?” Chloe asked in a sickeningly sweet tone, the woman drawing away from her daughter as she glared towards her frowning wife. “That’s what I thought.”

“Your mom is right though, you’re gonna be the most talented there. Don’t let a single nerd tell you that you’re not.” Beca ordered as she stepped towards her daughter, her arms curling around her lanky form.

Beca swallowed hard when she felt Emily’s arms twine easily around her body, the brunette releasing a shuddering sigh as she squeezed her eyes shut; apparently sending her daughter off to New York was harder than she had planned for it to be.

Squeezing the teenager to her, Beca tried to remind herself that it was only eleven days and then her kid would be back in the safety of her home; releasing Emily, Beca stepped back and forced a smile.

“Be good, alright?” Chloe murmured as she brushed a strand of her daughter’s hair from her face, cupping a hand under her chin. “Remember your manners and treat everyone with respect, even if they don’t show you any. Be the bigger person.”

“I know, Ma.” Emily sighed.

“And remember that we love you, okay?” Chloe added in after a beat of silence, the redhead dropping continuous kisses to Emily’s forehead till she whined in annoyance. “We’re going to miss you so much.”

“I’ll miss you guys too,” Emily assured them with a lopsided smile before she noticed Jake making his way towards him, the brunette scooping up her luggage. “Try not to miss me too much, okay?”

“It’ll be a struggle, but we’ll make do.” Beca chuckled. “We love you, Em.”

“Love you guys.” Emily chirped.

Chloe whimpered as she stepped forward to gather her daughter in one last bone crushing hug before the teenager squirmed her way free and followed behind Jake, Aubrey and Stacie joining the couple as they watched their kids walk away.

Emily paused a few feet away and glanced over her shoulder, Beca lifting her hand for a small wave before the teenager gave a nod and once again turned to walk towards the security area where both she and Jake disappeared.

“Do you think it’d be weird for us to show up at the camp tomorrow? Maybe Cynthia Rose could use some help?” Stacie suggested as she glanced towards her wife with a hopeful expression, Aubrey lifting an eyebrow slowly. “No?”

“He needs some space, this will be good for him.” Aubrey assured the woman as she rubbed comfortingly at the brunette’s back before looking to Chloe and Beca. “At least we have two more at home to keep us occupied.”

“Hey, Emily is definitely enough for us. More than enough.” Beca scoffed with a quick shrug of her shoulders before folding her arms over her chest. “Let’s be honest, no kid is gonna be able to top her. She’s perfect.”

“I miss her.” Chloe whispered, her lower lip quivering.

Beca chuckled softly as she looked to her wife and caught sight of her tearfilled blue eyes, the brunette reaching out to intertwine their fingers before giving her hand a small squeeze as she looked back to Aubrey.

“Think we can borrow one of your kids for a few days?” Beca asked.


“I wish parents could actually go out and see them perform on the last night,” Beca muttered as she stripped back her bedsheets. “It’s kind of weird that we’re not allowed, right? We should talk to CR about that.”

“Becs, we get a DVD of the performance,” Chloe reminded her as she walked from the bathroom with her toothbrush in her hand. “Cynthia Rose said it puts too much pressure on the kids for parents to fly out to see them perform.”

“I think it’s lame. Maybe I want to make my kid nervous. She needs to be at top of her game at all times.” Beca smirked before catching Chloe’s stare, the older woman arching an eyebrow at her. “Kidding.”

“She’s going to be fine,” Chloe assured her as she tucked her toothbrush into her mouth.

“Says you.” Beca grumbled. “The longest she’s been away from us is four days, Chlo. What if she gets scared or upset? It’s not like we’re going to be able to be there to comfort her, we’re thousands of miles away.”

“Beca,” Chloe sighed, her words muffled by her toothpaste. “She’ll be okay.”

“Weren’t you crying earlier today about her leaving?” Beca pointed out as she dropped onto the bed, the brunette tucking her legs under the comforter. “I’m just saying, we’re far away from her and it’s weird.”

Chloe rolled her eyes before turning to walk back towards the bathroom, Beca laying back in bed and twiddling her thumbs as she stared at the bathroom doorway before her wife appeared with a small smile.

“You’re so cute when you worry.” Chloe teased as she pressed a knee to the bed before leaning over to drop a kiss to Beca’s forehead, lingering for a moment. “Our daughter is going to be so wrapped up in music that she won’t have time to miss us.”

“Well, that’s not a very comforting thought.” Beca scoffed.

Giggling, Chloe scrambled into the bedsheets before her phone chirped, the redhead reaching for her iPhone and grinning happily as she opened the picture message that her daughter had sent her.

“Moms, having a great time already. Miss and love you.” Chloe recited.

“Lemme see.” Beca ordered as she reached for the phone.

Beca chuckled at the sight of her daughter smiling brightly from her place in front of the building she would be stuck in for the next ten days; it warmed her heart to see the excitement sparkling in Emily’s eyes, the happiness clear on her face.

“She looks so happy.” Beca noted.

“She is. She’s wanted to do this for a long time.” Chloe reminded her as she pulled the phone from Beca’s grasp before typing out a reply to their daughter. “She’s going to do great, and she’s going to have an awesome time.”

“I still miss her.” Beca sighed.

“I miss her, too.” Chloe assured her as she set her phone on her bedside table before laying back in bed, snuggling closer to her wife. “Just eleven days and she’ll be back. We can do that, right?”

“I’d say yes, but I think I’d be lying.” Beca chuckled as she rolled into Chloe’s embrace, nudging their noses together. “You know, it’s not too late, we can take that trip to New York that you’ve been…”

“Goodnight, Beca.” Chloe giggled.

“Okay. Fine. I get it.” Beca grumbled, silence surrounding them for a beat. “We should call Cynthia Rose tomorrow.”

“No.” Chloe yawned.

“…what if we FaceTimed her tomorrow?” Beca offered.

“We’ll see.”

“We’ll see? I can live with that.” Beca nodded as she settled back against her pillows, Chloe’s head tucking comfortably underneath her chin as the brunette smiled lightly. “Goodnight, Chlo.”

I Don't Deserve You {Peter Parker x Reader}

Peter looked at you with so much hurt in his eyes knowing you wouldn’t want to end something like this, he didn’t want to end something like this.

“Listen, I don’t deserve you okay. You’re beautiful and smart and funny. You’re perfect, you deserve someone who’ll be there for you, who wouldn’t ditch you in the middle of dates. Who would hug you when you’re scared and all. Y/N you deserve more than what I can offer.” He says

“Peter, if there’s anyone here who doesn’t deserve their partner it’s me. I understand why you have to ditch me at times, I understand why you can’t always hug me when I’m scared but that’s okay because I know you’re doing something for the greater good. Peter I love you.” You tell him, tears stinging in your eyes and you’re mouth trying to hold inter sobs that could escape at any moment. You couldn’t believe both of you would just walk away. You didn’t want to. Peter didn’t want to.

“Y/N, I love you so much but you need to be with someone who truly makes you happy–” you cut him off, tears now flowing from your eyes like an endless stream.

“YOU MAKE ME HAPPY! Peter you make me so happy you don’t even know how much.” Peter tried to argue but I guess he saw that there was nothing to fight for.

“I don’t know what to fight for anymore.” He murmurs.

“US! Fight for us Peter because I know you love me you’ll fight for us.” You sob. You look at Peter and he’s crying too, he doesn’t want to do this but he’s thinking about what would happen if you continued to be in a relationship with you, the thought of losing you to one of his enemies kept him up all night.

“Peter, you won’t lose me.” You whisper. He looks up at you with a bit of hope in his eyes, hope to know that he deserves to love and be happy whilst being Spider-Man.

“You won’t lose me too.”

Better Late Than Never - A Jack Gilinsky Imagine (Requested)


It was like any other day, my best friend since Kindergarten Jack Gilinsky came over to watch some movies. Lately I hadn’t seen him, so I thought this would be a perfect time to catch up. Jack was my closest guy friend ever, someone I could rely on for almost anything. And I would’ve lying if I said I never had feelings for him, deep down I was always hoping for something more to happen. I always felt sparks between us even when he gave me a simple hug. I withheld telling him how felt, because if didn’t want to ruin the amazing friendship we shared, plus I never knew how he felt in return.

“So what’s new Jack? I haven’t seen you in like a hot minute.” I said with my eyes glued to the movie.

“Um ya know same old, except for well…” Jack began, and I could immediately sense the nervousness in his voice.

“What? Did something happen!?"I asked, my eyes now focusing on Jack who ran his fingers through his hair….his nervous habit.

"Yeah so um you know Chelsea who we graduated with?” Jack said avoiding my gaze.

“Yeah of course.” I said not knowing what Jack was getting at.

“Well I ran into her a while back and we started hanging out and I guess now we’re official.” Jack blurted out.

I couldn’t help but drop my jaw in response.

“Of course.” I said rolling my eyes.

“Of course what?” Jack said now staring at me.

“Of course, you’d go for the girl who gave you no attention all throughout school, instead of the one who was always by your side through every little thing that happened in your life. The one who dropped everything to hang out with you, the one who slowly fell for you but was too nervous to tell you because they didn’t want to ruin the amazing friendship they had.” I said with tears beginning to form in my eyes.

“I don’t even know what to say.” Jack responded clearly stunned.

“You don’t need to say anything. I just had to come clean okay. You made your feelings crystal clear by deciding to date Chelsea. I get it, I was always the friend.” I said now focusing back on the tv.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Jack asked softly.

“It’s not like it would have changed anything.” I retorted.

“Maybe it would have.”

My eyes now shot back to Jack. “Now you’re just saying bullshit.”

“No, I’m not. I swear it would have changed everything. I always had some sort of feelings for you, like more than friends. I figured you didn’t feel anything back, I mean you dated your fair share of guys. It took me awhile, but I started to move on and well Chelsea and I connected a few months ago. I like her a lot, but she’s nothing compared to you. There’s no denying that I like you Y/N. I think that’s why I waited so long to tell you.” Jack said.

“You mean all of that, that you like me?” I questioned.

“Well if we’re being honest then yes. Like you said you’ve been there for me when no one else has. I just don’t know why we waited this long.” Jack said.

“So what happens now?” I asked trying not to get my hopes up.

“I’m calling things off with Chelsea. You don’t understand how badly I’ve wanted you, this, us to happen.” Jack said, he now was sitting right next to me on the couch, extremely close.

“Me either.” I breathed, leaning in to kiss the lips that I always fantasized about kissing.

Finally, our lips met. It was a quick kiss, but it was far better than any of my fantasies.

“I’m sorry it took me this long for me to say something.” I said as our fingers interlocked.

“Better late than never.” Jack replied with that million dollar smile of his painted across his face.

I know a person.

I know a person, and he gives the best hugs I have ever experienced.
For one, he goes in for a hug instead of waiting for you to.
He hugs you like you matter.
Like you mean something to him.
Like he cares.
He’s the perfect height so that he rests his chin on the top of your head.
He wraps his arms all the way around you.
If you squeeze him tighter then he will do the same.
He’s okay with you grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him closer and squeezing him tighter.
And best of all, he doesn’t let go first.
He gives hugs that last as long as you want.
And when you pull away he squeezes you one last time before pulling away.
I know a person, and I think I might be in love with him.

you know a small thing i want in season 2 - for there to be a moment, where they’re attacked, return from this dangerous mission or something else and to just have alec and magnus embrace because magnus was worried or one of them nearly got killled
to just have them both just walk to each other and catch each other in the tightest hug and hold on for a few moments

something simple, but so perfect for the mortality story line and character of alec