too precious to pass up

  • Usnavi: Good job, Sonny.
  • Sonny: Thanks, dad.
  • *silence*
  • Sonny: ...Why is everyone staring at me?
  • Vanessa: You just called Usnavi 'dad'.
  • Sonny: What? No, I didn't! I said 'Thanks, man'!
  • Usnavi: Do you...see me as a father-figure, Sonny?
  • Sonny: NO! If anything, I see you as a 'bother figure' cause you're always bothering me!
  • Benny: Hey! Show your father some respect!
  • Sonny: I DIDN'T CALL HIM 'DAD'!
  • Usnavi: No, Sonny, I take it as a compliment.
  • Carla: It's not a big deal! I call my girlfriend 'Mommy' sometimes.
  • Sonny: *points to Carla* Guys! Jump on that!
  • Daniela: Old news! You calling Usnavi 'daddy'-
  • Sonny: HEY! 'Daddy' is NOT on the table here!
  • Pete: You still called him 'dad'.
  • Sonny: NO, I DIDN'T!
  • Usnavi: Well, I believe you...
  • Sonny: Thank you!
  • Usnavi: ...Son...
  • *pause*
  • Usnavi: Do you want to talk about it later, over a...game of catch?
  • Sonny: ...I'd like that.
  • Farkle: Hey Zay, do you ever just get these sudden urges where you see your crush and wanna kiss them right then and there?
  • Zay: Yeah, can I kiss you?
  • Farkle: I thought you’d never ask

abbythegatekeeper  asked:

What if as if the opposite of the student who always wants to fight the faeries, there's a student who wants to make friends them. A tiny English major who wear glitter and shiny jewelry (no iron or steel of course), who leaves honey cakes around campus and hums a folksong as they go. They leave their dorm at night sometimes when they can't sleep, going to sit by the edge of the threshold (not before leaving a bowl of cream by their dorm though). They read poetry to the leaves and show (Part 1)

(Part 2) them their doodles and ask if they like them, and if any of the look at all like the little sketches of odd people in the corners of their papers. They’re the only student with fairy lights around their dorm room. They just wanna hug a fairy.

Depending on who they run into, this is either precious, too easy, or too easy to pass up. On the bright side, if this goes poorly, they will have already won allies.

I got the chance to do a drawing of @ask-chimchim‘s flower shop AU Jimin ♡ He was super fun to draw, thank you so much for letting me! :D

ask-seokjinnie  asked:

Jungkook-ah! Why don't they play poker in the jungle? Too many cheetahs!

JK: Hyung … I – … 

JK:

JK: Filming Law of the Jungle must have rubbed off you too much …

JK: Ironically it was vice versa when you were filming … andshamelesslyadvertisingBTS … Istillcantbelieveyoucaughtafishthough

2

“We’ll learn together.“

a piece I made for one of my all time favorite fics, Yours Truly by the incredible kagieyama! This scene was too heartwarmingly precious that I’d be a fool to pass it up, hope you enjoy!! (❁´‿`❁)*✲゚*

A moment for ourselves

The first time Boomer brought Bubbles over to his place with Buttercup and she closed the door on them in his bedroom~~~ e v e

I forget the chapter number…. oops LOL. But this scene was just too cute to pass up!! The Blues are so precious, I love them to bits AAA ♥

Also I’d like to believe that the PPG’s shoe line also has men sizes, hence why Boomer’s got a matching pair. I could be wrong, but it feels so right. ; 0 ;

anarielle  asked:

Oh goodness, I meant to say this earlier, thank you for reblogging my humble little story! :O Work is still busy but I'll definitely keep writing on weekends. The idea of a fluffy Graves (flouncing around everywhere and shedding fur all over Newt because the man seems to have the self preservation instinct of a dodo and he had saved Graves' life so he needs to stick close okay? It's not because the Brit gives good ear scratches or has a sweet smile or anything) is too precious to pass up. :P

(whoops, I meant to answer this earlier so I think we’re two for two!)

And yes you fabulous person, a thousand times yes. In fact. In fact, let’s take this and run with it.

The issue, the biggest issue about being an animagus, is that when you’re a cat you’re… a cat. Cats have different priorities to people. Cats see the world in a different way, and Graves isn’t just talking about being a foot off the ground or filtering out the reds of the world to leave a decidedly blue-green tint to everything.

As a cat, Graves thinks differently. Not a lot. Not enough to lose his grasp of logic or to forget his plans and his goals, certainly not enough to impede his reasoning or his ability to carry out his missions. If anything, it helps - cats are straight forward. No worries. No distractions. No silly fretting about whether or not it would be appropriate to drape himself over a certain British wizard’s lap and demand head scritches, because dammit, Graves wants the British wizard and his feline half wants the head scritches and when Graves is a cat, that’s all the matters.

When Graves is not a cat that last bit causes issues.

“It’s important to maintain a good cover,” he says in as calm and even a tone as he can. Is his face scarlet. His face feels scarlet. Oh god his face is scarlet. “A cat that didn’t act like a cat would only raise suspicions, and the point of a covert guard is to avoid that. So.”

“Oh, I completely understand,” Newt says earnestly. “And I do appreciate you taking the time to look out for me.” He smiles, slightly awkwardly, slightly lopsidedly, and in a rare moment of self preservation Graves diverts his gaze to the lapel of Newt’s coat.

There’s cat hair on Newt’s coat from where Graves stood on Newt’s lap and rubbed himself over Newt’s chest to demand petting. Evidence. There’s evidence. Oh god.

“MACUSA owes you a great debt,” he assures at a completely normal pitch, not high and squeaky, oh dear me no, “Grindelwald’s lackeys could be lurking anywhere, can’t have them get to you, good lord is that the time please don’t do anything dangerous got to run bye - “

And the worst part is, he can’t even curl up under his tail to hide from the mortification (cats, unsurprisingly, are incapable of feeling shame and it’s something Graves has hidden behind several times in the past) because his damn traitorous cat self will just march straight back to Newt.

This is ludicrous.

Ludicrous.

Is he or is he not Percival Graves? His will power is stronger than a fucking cat. He refuses to be barred from his own animagus form like this. Let the world know, head scritches have no power here. Hah.

Preposterous.

As if Graves would ever.

He’s a grown man, damnit.

Head scritches.

Honestly.

“They could strike at any time,” he stammers out to Newt the next day because no, no Graves is not stronger than his cat self.

Newt’s smile is less awkward this time but no less lopsided, and he’s not wearing his coat but instead has his sleeves rolled up and there’s black fur all over his white shirt, particularly around the shoulders where Graves draped himself like a fucking sybaritic scarf and really, Graves should just go. He should. He should throw himself in the Hudson, see how his cat self likes that.

“If I was a dark wizard,” Newt begins carefully, “I should think I’d work at night. People are more vulnerable when they’re sleeping, aren’t they?”

It takes Graves a second to process the implication there, and then a few seconds longer while his brain completely checks out because did Newt just ask him to spend the night did he really what 

“Well,” his shameless cat self says in is that a fucking purr oh god, “I can hardly leave you vulnerable, can I?”

Graves would like it known that he’s outnumbered. Also that Newt is far too cute when he tilts his head like that with his pupils blown wide like that and darts his tongue out to lick his fucking lips and basically, no one’s playing fair.

On the plus side though, Newt’s hands can give a lot more than head scritches.

3

#if you don’t think Jim is an actual puppy, I don’t know what else to tell you

lotus063  asked:

Got a request, Yang having the ability to turn into an animal like Salem but its not a bird, its a chow chow dog. Yang finds out about this and follows Ruby into Haven and puts a sign near her in chow chow form reading "Free dog! Needs family!"

i’m not sure i fully understood your idea, but just the concept of Yang being able to change into a chow chow dog was too precious to pass up ahah

4

“There is a rumor that they are way too close to each other” Hajime Isayama

Mary’s Song (Oh My, My, My)

rating; k+

pairing; rucas

anon requested. 


She said, I was seven and you were nine

I looked at you like the stars that shined

In the sky, the pretty lights

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us

Growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled

And rolled their eyes and said oh my my my

Riley Matthews, at just seven years old saw such hope in the world. But even more so, she saw the world in Lucas Friar. Their families had grown up together in Austin, Texas and while Riley wondered - as she stared at the stars at night - what city life would be like, she wouldn’t trade this sky or Lucas’ eyes for any of it.

They were young, and klutzy. Well, that was more on Riley’s part. Every Sunday was their special day. They would attend the church service with their parents and as they playfully nudged each other through the service, overlookers would grin and blab to the adults that they would make the best couple. Their parents didn’t disagree and often Mr. Friar and Mr. Matthews would agree, saying how Lucas would treat her right as they grew into themselves, Mrs. Friar and Mrs. Matthews would just grin knowingly - they were going to marry each other; and maybe, just maybe, that would be true one day.

Take me back to the house in the backyard tree

Said you’d beat me up, you were bigger than me

You never did, you never did

Take me back when our world was one block wide

I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried

Just two kids, you and I…

Oh my my my my

On a Saturday afternoon in October, Riley climbed the treehouse in the Friar’s backyard, praying that she could make it up there alive. Seeing the bottle green eyes of the nine year old poke out, she grinned like he was her everything. To her, he was. He would grab her hand and pull her the rest of the way up and tell her to gain some muscle. He wouldn’t always be that strong.

And she would reply with, “your strength grows with you, Lucas!” and her little Texas accent, accompanied by a small lisp was music to his ears. His rebuttal being, “yeah but yours won’t!” And they would both laugh as she playfully punched his arm, trying to pin him to the treehouse floor.

“I’m stronger than I look Mister!” she would exclaim, and he let her win but he would make note of it to tell her that he could beat her up - even though he would never think about touching her that way. She was too precious.

Two years had passed and Saturday’s became their new day, playing up at the tree house and Riley was eight and Lucas was ten when they sat up in the treehouse. The ratted purple rug - that Lucas refused at first but gave in because Riley was too cute - was even more ratted now than it was to begin with. From picking at it on nights where Lucas couldn’t sleep, to rough housing with Riley most weekends, it was pretty torn. But he would keep it, because it meant the world to her.

They sat cozily in the treehouse, not saying much because they were both pretty tired. It was getting late but Riley asked him what the sixth grade is like.

“Are the people scary, Lucas?” and she still had that lisp. He chuckled at her and bit into his bottom lip.

“No. But they’re weird. People like hold hands with each other and I’ve seen people kiss!” he exclaims, grimacing at the world. Riley’s eyes go wide and she shakes her head.

“Yuck!” Lucas laughs again at the sound and sighs. “Do you like it?” she asks after a short moment. He shrugs.

“I mean I wish I was with you in your grade, it’s easier back in the fourth grade! You’re just a baby,” he coos, reaching to ruffle her hair. She pushes his hand away and frowns.

“You’re going to regret that! One day you won’t be saying I look like a baby!”

“Whatever.”

Another moment of silence goes by and Riley looks to her hands. “Lucas?”

“Riley?” he questions, his attention completely focused on her. He wonders if she knew how much he admired her.

“Have you ever had your first kiss?” She looks up and Lucas shakes his head. “Have you ever thought about what it would be like?”

“I dunno, Riles. Have you?”

“Well I’m just a baby,” she mocks. “But no, kissing is yucky. It doesn’t look fun,” she finishes, lying to herself. She’s wondered about kissing someone, a specific someone. There’s a short awkward silence between then before Riley sits forward and gives a smile. “Wanna play Dare or Double Dare?”

“Riley! It’s late. We shouldn’t even be out here right now.”

“Pfft. You chicken?”

“No!” he exclaims. She hops to her feet and starts flapping her arms, dancing awkwardly and he can’t help but laugh at her.

“I’m a chicken! Cluck!” she exclaims and he groans, grabbing her hand and pulling her back down. “So which one?”

“Dare,” he laughs.

“I dare you to kiss me!” His hear jumped in his chest, but without even the slightest bit of hesitation he leaned forward. He heard her gasp and his eyes flew open, a look of fright on Riley’s face. “What? I-I’m sorry, Riley I shouldn’t -“

“I should go home,” she says, standing up and brushing her jeans off. She quickly left a confused Lucas alone in their treehouse.

Well, I was sixteen when suddenly

I wasn’t that little girl you used to see

But your eyes still shined like pretty lights

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us

They never believed we’d really fall in love

And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes

And said oh my my my…

When Riley was in her junior year of high school, it had been a while since she and Lucas had seen each other. After their awkward attempt at a first kiss, Riley avoided him like the plague except for Sunday’s at church and when he finally saw her again,

“Wow,” he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. She grinned at him and he was at a loss for words. She was taller and her hair was longer, softly curled chestnut brown hair. He wanted so desperately to run his fingers through it. She still had the very slightest of a lisp but he figured he noticed because he was her best friend. Her smile could light up a room and her eyes shined so bright they could replace the sun.

“Say something, you goon,” she giggles, standing next to a tall blonde girl named Aleshia. They were close, and sometimes Lucas lost out to Riley because of her hanging out with Aleshia but that was just a part of growing up.

“You look amazing, Riles. You’re not a baby anymore,” he tries to have all the confidence when he says it but she’s literally the only one that’s ever made him go weak at the knees. Alicia rolls her eyes and laughs beside her and Lucas steps forward, without warning, and wraps Riley in a hug. She smiles when they pull apart. “Guess I’ve gotta stop looking at you like that.”

“What a nice thing to say for a huckleberry,” she smirks. He kinks an eyebrow. “I don’t know, Aleshia calls you it.”

“Oh does she?” he chuckles, glancing at her friend.

“You bet your ass I do!” she exclaims. “Come on Riles, we have cheer practice!” she says, pulling her away.

“Bye Lucas!”


When he went home that night, the Matthews’ and Friar’s had dinner together and yet again their fathers joked about them being together.

“So, Lukey. You planning on asking this lovely lady out anytime soon?” his father chuckled and they both blushed at the comment but smiled at each other as Riley brushed her foot against Lucas’ leg.

Samantha Friar only laughed, “Oh my, my, my.”

Take me back to the creek beds we turned up

Two A.M. riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me

Take me back to the time we had our very first fight

The slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight

You stayed outside till the morning light

Oh my my my my

Lucas didn’t waste anytime asking Riley to be his girlfriend after the homecoming dance. She gladly accepted and he tried to avoid his graduation date more and more as the days passed.

Two AM night drives with Lucas held a close place in her heart. Talking about anything and everything and how Riley was getting stressed about the SATs but Lucas told he not to worry because she was endlessly intelligent. He squeezed her hand and smiled at her. They would go to Carson’s Creek and lay on a blanket, holding each other and staring up at the stars. Riley took a deep breath and looked up, Lucas already looking down at her.

“What?” she giggles.

“You looked at me!”

“You were already looking!”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I love you, Riley.”

“I love you too, Lucas.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me about this!” she exclaims, standing on the front porch of her house. He pushes a hand through his mess of hair that he’s let grow out a little longer than normal.


“I wanted to avoid it! I just, wanted to make the most of all the time we have together!” he responds and she shakes her head furiously.

“I shouldn’t have had to find out from Drew. You could have told me when you found out that you got the early admissions.”

“I just -“

“Lucas you’re moving! Across the country, to follow your dreams,” she says quietly, a tear rolling down her cheek. He rushes up on the porch and holds her face in his hands, brushing away her tears. “I don’t get why you wouldn’t just tell me.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“You need to follow your dreams, Lucas. I can’t keep you from that.” Another tear slides down her cheek and he wipes it away. She pushes his hands down and sighs. “Don’t. Just go.”

“Riley, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just don’t want this to be the end of us.”

“Go,” she grits her teeth, frustrated. He frowns.

“You don’t even want to talk about making this work? Riley, I love you!”

“If you loved me you would have told me!”

He scoffs, “You’re really going to say that to me?”

“Just go!” she screams.

“Fine I will!” he shouts back. She lets out a huff before running into her house and slamming the door behind her. Lucas groans and kicks one of the porch railings, running his fingers through his hair again. He got in his truck and turned the key, hoping he’d will himself to go but he couldn’t leave. So he waited until the morning sunrise.

When Topanga watched from her window as Riley ran to his truck, she smiled. She watched as they talked with their hands and looked to be arguing but after a moment, their lips met and she just shook her head and smiled. Cory came up behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“What?” he asks.

“They’re going to go the distance Cory.”

“I know.”

A few years had gone and come around

We were sitting at our favorite spot in town

And you looked at me, got down on one knee

“I’m glad you decided to meet,” Lucas says after pushing in Riley’s chair. They’re twenty four and twenty six and they’re both done with college. Riley has grown into herself, into her limbs and he thinks she gets more beautiful every day, if that’s even possible. They made a long distance relationship work for the first three years, and then things got worse about their time apart and they fell out of touch.

They’ve reconnected since two years ago and it seems like nothing has changed. Lucas’ heart is racing, with the item in his pocket as he meets her bright eyes. She smiled at him as he ordered her usual.

“I’m glad I decided to meet you too, Luke. You look great.” She brushes her foot against his leg underneath the table and he smiles at her. “How have you been?”

“You look amazing. I’ve been good. Even better with you back in town.”

“You living in your parents house?”

“Yeah!” he exclaims excitedly. “The rents are down in Florida now and they really enjoy it. The house is big, a little lonesome. Do you plan on moving back here anytime soon?”

“Yes. I’m actually getting everything ready to move back this week. It’s exciting, being back here after so long. I’ve missed you so much. How’s the girlfriend?”

“Non-existent. As of almost a year ago.”

“Why?” Riley wanted to know in her heart that it was because of her. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder and she wanted to know if he still felt the same way about her as she’s felt all these years.

“You.” It was an abrupt answer, and very forward but she gave a weak smile. “I just couldn’t do it. It was too weird. No one compared to you.”

“Lucas, that’s so sweet.”

“Boyfriend?” he asks warily.

“Just couldn’t do it,” she says, playing with her food. “You mean too much to me.”

He chuckles, “seems like we can’t get rid of each other.”

“Seems so.”

He leans in, “So Riley. Dare or Double Dare?”

“Lucas, we’re too old for that,” she rolls her eyes.

“Oh, is someone a chicken?” he asks, cupping a hand on his ear. “Bawwwwk… bawk bawk bawk!” he says and she shakes her head.

“Okay okay shh!” she hushes. “Double Dare,” she smirks, knowing that he wouldn’t make her do anything super extreme in a public place. He moved from his seat and gets down on one knee in front of her. Her eyes grow wide. “Lucas what are you doing?” she exclaims in a hushed tone.

“Riley Matthews. I double dare you, to marry me.”

She stares at him, tears gleaming in her chocolate brown eyes. She shakes her head and laughs.

“Lucas Friar, you are such a dweeb.”

“Is that a yes?” he asks, holding out the ring. She smiles widely and nods.

“Of course it’s a yes!” The people in the restaurant that had just witnessed, cheered for the two of them as Lucas leaned up to kiss Riley.

Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle

Our whole town came and our mamas cried

You said I do and I did too

Take me home where we met so many years before

We’ll rock our babies on that very front porch

After all this time, you and I

I’ll be eighty-seven; you’ll be eighty-nine

I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine

In the sky, oh my my my…

Their wedding was beautiful. It was an outdoor wedding on the beach and Riley wore a sundress with a flower crown and Aleshia helped with everything. Her dad cried when he walked her down the isle and gave her away, and Lucas shed tears as soon as he saw her. Having to turn away to regain composure. People awed at that moment and the moment Riley’s hand connected with his he felt the sparks all over again.

All their memories over the years flashing before his eyes as he gave her a big grin. They shared their vows about eternal flames, and through thick and thin and he said I do, and Riley replied with “I do, too!” and everyone laughed because the chocolate doe eyes still shined so brightly and she still held so much excitement in her voice.

Everyone cheered and their parents cried as the gave each other their first kiss as husband and wife. They spent their lives together in Lucas’ parents house and raised their kids together and spent everyday to their fullest. They loved with their all and raised their kids well and when little Jonathan Friar and Anna Friar went off to college and moved on with their own lives, Riley cried.

They were proud of their kids, proud of the life they lived.

She was eighty seven and he was eighty nine and on a Sunday afternoon after church, the two rocked together on their front porch, holding hands and Riley looks to him. Lucas smiles widely because he knew that she looked at him like the stars shined and he looked at her like she could replace the sun and they loved each other.

“Lucas?”

“Riley?”

“Dare or Double Dare?”

“Oh, Riley.”

“Come on, for one last time.”

He stares at her and smiles. “Go ahead, honey.”

“I dare you, to kiss me.” He chuckles and playfully rolls his eyes.

“Of all the dares.”

“Come on,” she smiles. He leans forward and gives her a warm, tender kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you.”