unless you happen to be jack

anonymous asked:

Who do you think will control Hell now since Crowley's gone and Lucifer's stuck elsewhere for now? Will it be Jack? Will the fourth Prince of Hell come into it or someone new? Or will it just be chaos? Crowley was dead the moment he said he would shut the gates of hell cause that can't happen on Supernatural unless it was the end

Yeah, that gates of hell won’t close until the very end of the show. I liked the nice Asian demon played by Lee Shorten! He seemed like an organized, ambitious chap! And Lee is a sweetheart so…I pick him.

OR! How about a new comer, a soul that just arrived downstairs but is incredibly knowledgeable, powerful and already knows the kingdom…A new Ruler for a new era…not a king, but a Queen…That’s right. Rowena runs hell now and her first order of business is kicking Lucifer’s ASS.

our-dazed-sims  asked:

Gross, they know you're under 18 right? Plus it can also be classed as sexual harassment, print screen those asks and save then in case anything more happens. I'm sorry people are so gross!

honestly, i don’t think they do but yeah to the person who sent those asks i am under the age of 18. and jack, idk if it’d really be any use considering they’re anonymous and there’s no real way of finding out who they are unless i did some shady shit with ip trackers. and don’t be sorry, people are people and ya can’t change them even when they’re vile and have daddy kinks

I like to think that Jack is so 110% that he can somewhat tell how Bitty is feeling based on the way his food tastes.

-Jack eating his sandwich with Marty, Thirdy or Tater (really anyone that is aware of Jack and Bitty)

Jack takes one bite, makes a contemplative face, puts down the sandwhich, takes out his phone and steps into the hallway. He returns 15 mintues later and continues eating as if nothing of significance occured.

“What was that about?”

“ Something was bothering Bittle so I just wanted to make sure he was ok.”

They ponder a moment for it seems whatever the issue, it has been resovled and prying isn’t a good way to talk to Jack. So they drop it and continued with their lunch.

This happens every so often and they start to wonder how suddenly in the middle of the day, Jack claims that something is “bothering” Bitty? One day someone decides to finally ask.

“If somthing is bothering Bitty why do you wait til you eat half your food before you call him?”

“I’m not always completely sure if he’s upset unless i talk to him directly or at least eat his food.”

“His food? Like what, it tastes bad?”

“No its still delicious, but different somehow. So i just call to check up. Usually its stress from school, so we talk through it and discuss how its going.”

“But how can you taste something like that?”

And Jack Laurent Zimmermann, as if someone casually asked 1+1? His response accompanied with the slightest shrug:

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Like what a silly question to ask?

Multiple sighs are released and heads hang low. Food is put down as eyes stare blankly at the ceiling. Some even have to leave, overwhelmed by Jack’s insane sincerity.

After practice Jack notices quite a few guys on their phones. Not meaning to, Jack passes and overhears variations of “Wondering how you day has been” And “Just thinking about you so I wanted to call and say hi.”

He doesn’t think much of it, (since it oblviously has nothing to do with him), and heads home.

Things I have learned since becoming an Adult™

-don’t tell ur coworkers jack shit. You might think they’re your friends but they will sell you out for a paperclip
-everything men tell you is a lie
-store brand vanilla ice cream is better than name brand
-pregnancy tests from the dollar store work just as well as $20 ones
-don’t lie to your doctor
-seriously don’t
-at some point your card will get declined for $6 and nobody but you will care. It happens to everyone at some point in their life
-you will become bffs with your mom (unless she’s a mean person, then skip this one)
-you’ll wish you took the advice adults gave you when you were younger, even though it annoyed you at the time
-people you went to high school with will become teachers, doctors, etc but they will still do drugs and it will be weird. That’s life, my dude
-never underestimate the power of new underwear

[so @marswithghosts called me “bunny” today]

“Aw, bunny.”

Jack blinks at Bittle from the couch where he’s been watching tape. “Did you just–?”

“Baby. Honey. I was thinking both and it just kinda…” There’s color high in his cheeks, leaving Bittle pink and golden standing in the patch of sun between the kitchen and the living room of Jack’s apartment and, suddenly, too far away.

“Bunny?” Jack stands, setting his iPad on the coffee table. Bittle’s feet shift against the hardwood.

“I was distracted?”

Sometimes Jack can’t believe how big Bittle’s eyes are, how brown. He doesn’t know how he can feel so safe and so thrilled at the same time, just looking into them. He always thought hearts skipping beats was a cliché, but that’s exactly what his heart does when Bittle blinks up at him, the corners of his mouth tipping up, the round of his bottom lip obscured by teeth and lip.

“It won’t happen again,” Bittle says, ducking his head, shifting his foot to press his toes against Jack’s, reaching out to twist fingers in the hem of Jack’s t-shirt. “Unless you liked it?”

“Bitty,” Jack says, and leans in, kisses his sweet mouth. Takes what Bittle gives him and returns it with interest.

Objectophile!Oikawa ft. Why is this Happening to me!Iwaizumi

“It’s like ‘Mmmm yes ~ Show me your sexy cross, Mr. Bow Tie~!’ - Right, Iwa-ch-”

“… Please tell me you’ve never jacked off with a handful of cilantro.”
“Ew, Iwa-chan! How foul! Of course not!”
“Oh thank god–”
“–I just smelled it while jacking off.”
“… :D”
“… That’s it. I’m leaving you.”
“I-Iwa-chan! Iwa-chan, wait! Where are you going? I WAS JOKING.”

“We are COLLEGE STUDENTS, Shittykawa.  It isn’t happening.  I’m not dropping that kind of dough on fucking SHEETS.”
“I’m not sleeping on that.”
“Seriously, then you can go sleep on the couch.”
“I’m not fucking on that.”
“… Again, the couch is an option.”
“I am not fucking you unless we have 1000 thread count sheets.”
“OMFG as if you could even hold to that promise–”

Somehow, they wind up buying the sheets. Iwaizumi complains the whole time: while paying for the sheets, while putting the sheets onto the mattress, while fucking Oikawa that night —-

So. This all started when @right—meow, @kenbrah and @konekat and I were getting red ribbons for our group cosplay coming up at Anime North 2017. … I was looking for a ribbon on Amazon but came across someone selling cross ties. If you know me from my Hetalia days, you KNOW that I LOVE THE CROSS BOW TIE. It is elegant, sexy and sleek. I always will draw characters in it if I have a chance and I have been doing so for years. In any case, I told them “Guys, if I had to fuck a bow tie, it would be a cross bow tie.” … And Kat said “That sounds like something Oikawa would say.” … AND THUS, THIS WAS BORN. 


I also effing LOVE cilantro. It has a such a vibrant and springy smell and freshens up any dish. Threadcounts is another thing I love. Smooth and silky bed sheets ~ So gentle and snuggly? Um. Yes. Yes every single damn time. … And so this post became literal THINGS I FIND SEXY???? IS THAT WEIRD??? 

I also wanted to add pastel colours - like, the concept of pastel colours… Because I have, many a time, said, “I am such a whore for you, Pastel Colours.” … But didn’t end up drawing that lol

Are there literal things you guys find sexy? … Or am I the weird one…

How to Destroy SavageHopps (Violet Diaries)
  • Judy: Jack, why don't you come with us to my nephew's wedding.
  • Jack: Pardon?
  • Nick: Yeah, you calm me. I won't bite any rabbis when you're near.
  • Jack: Well if you two would like me to...
  • Finnick: Bad idea.
  • All: Huh?
  • Finnick: Take the hare to that wedding and Judy's family will spend the entire time trying to hook her and him up.
  • All: Ugh...
  • Nick: UNLESS, we get Jack a date!
  • Judy: Good idea! But who?
  • Nick: Someone who would immediately convince the Hopps that Jack is taken. Someone who would smash any and all hope of savagehopps to the ground...
  • Nick: *slowly looks to Finnick*
  • Nick: *smiles*

anonymous asked:

drabble for McCree with an s/o who's dealing with an eating disorder?

I decided to put these two together since they both dealt with similar requests


Gabriel hugged the wall, staying hidden as much as possible. From his position he could see you as you were training. Your movement as slow and your punches were weak. He knew he had to talk to you but he didn’t know how to make you understand. He left worried and with a plan.

After training you went to your room. Tracer had invited you to dinner but you declined, lying about a stomach ache. She gave a strained smile but didn’t say anything else and left. Once you entered your room you headed straight for the bed and flopped face first on it. ‘I just want to sleep’ you thought as you close your eyes.

“Wake up.”

You get up quickly and make a grab for your gun, only for Gabriel to grab your arm and easily twist it around you, sending you flying face first into the bed again.

“You’re slow,” is all he says, and lets you go. You feel your body shiver at the sudden loss of heat. You stand up and kiss Gabriel; he gives you a chaste kiss before grabbing your shoulders and sitting you down on the bed.

As he’s grabbing on your shoulders, he feels the little muscle there is, his frown deepens.

“What’s wrong?”

“Cariño, please,” he voice cracks as he starts talking to you. “You’ve been eating less and less lately and I’m worried.”

A few tears fall down your face before you quickly wipe them away. Of course he would notice, he cared for you and he was worried about you. You felt the effects of it, you were slower, lethargic, and your clothes were starting to feel too big for your body.

“Let me help,” Gabriel caresses your cheek softly. He sat down next to you and held you to him. You felt so fragile.

You sobbed in his chest, happy and ashamed.


Jack looked at his watch for the fifth time. He paced back and forth outside the café uncomfortably.

He wouldn’t normally be out doing this sort of thing, it made him feel exposed, open to an attack. But he was doing this for you.

“Jack!” You embrace him from behind and bury your head in his back. He chuckled as he squeezed your arms. They felt so thin. His scrunched face worried you. “Hey, you ok?”

He smiles warmly at you, “Yea,” he grabs your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze as he guides you into the café. It was small but quaint.

As the meal progressed, Jack saw you barely pick at your food. He frowned as he brought his hands to his face and sighed heavily.

An awkward silence descended between you too. You began to fidget uncomfortably, not looking at Jack. He had invited you which was out of the norm for him and you were grateful but his behavior worried you. He was mad at something.

“Umm Jack,” you look away, “is something wrong?”

“There is,” he straightens up and takes a deep breath, “I asked you here because I wanted to confirm something and you did. I love you, and I would do anything for you. But I need you to understand, that I’m worried about you. You’ve been eating less and less and honestly, I’m scared for you.”

Unable to say anything, all you do is look at him, mouth slightly open. How do you tell him, how do you tell this wonderful man how you’ve been feeling and why you do what you do?

“I don’t expect you to tell me right away why this is happening,” he grabs your hand and brings it to his lips and kisses it, “but I want to help you and I can’t do that unless you want me to.”

You begin to cry silently. Jack went out of his comfort zone to help you, even after all this he really wants to help you.

“Thank you, Jack,” you smile weakly at him.


“Darlin’ please, I need you to listen to me,” Jesse grabbed your arm, a little too roughly making you hiss in pain. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just don’t know how to say this.”

He grabbed the back of his neck, walking around the room. He had dragged you ungracefully to his room, earning a few snickers from some of the agents you two had passed. Lately Jesse had been acting distant and just strange, it worried you.

“Hey,” you wrap your arms around his waist and look into his eyes, “its ok. Whatever is wrong we can get through it.” You squeeze gently so as to emphasize your point.  

Jesse calms down and takes a deep breath, looking at you, lovingly. He smiles weakly and cups your cheek.

“I love you so much,” he whispers to you, “that’s why I don’t like seeing you not eating.” His face is unreadable.

You let him go and step back. “What do you mean? I do eat, Jesse.”

“Barely, sometimes you don’t even eat. You’ve lost so much weight. I’m worried and so is everyone.” He walks to you, placing his hands on your shoulders; they feel so warm, so strong.

“I love you, that’s why I’m telling you you need to eat,” he grabs your chin and forces your face up to look at him. “What you’re doing is dangerous and I won’t sit by and watch the person I love hurt themselves like this.”

You begin to cry. How did this get so out of hand? You bury your face in his chest, crying. He holds you tight to him, making small circles on your back.

“Will you let me help you?” It was barely a whisper, you almost didn’t hear it. You nod your head and he kisses the top of your head.

anonymous asked:

Hey Jax I have a question. So Ive been working out for a while now and I built a pretty impressive physique but I dont look that Buff in person. When people see me they Say you Looked Jacked on Facebook so why do you look so Skinny and it pisses me though it does give me a reason to show off my Gainz. What should i do?

Ahhhh YES. That is an All too Common thing when people make Gainz especially people who train Naturally. You get a Nice Physique but you look like you dont even lift UNLESS you take your shirt off Dude it Happens to the Best of us We look SUPER JACKED in Photos but in regular clothes we look Just Average

Originally posted by kaeveeoh

Building Muscle while trying to Keep a low body fat takes a LONG time but it looks nice Heres some examples. 

Heres my Bro Myles in a Long SLeeve shirt

Here he is without his shirt

Heres my Friend Ez with his shirt

here he is without his shirt

Here I am in Standard clothing

Here I am without it

Hell even Saitama has this issue

You look thinner in Clothing but the reveal is cooler

Personally it used to bug me when I was going through it but when I took my shirt off at the pool and people just stared thats a moment I’ll always remember. So think of it Like this. You are Playing on Smurf Mode

, No one knows how badass you Really are. Its like you are Hiding your power level

So keep that in mind and keep your training up and remember its better than Being T-shirt buff, ya know Big Arms but no Definition whatsoever and most likely a gut (unless you’re a power lifter and thats cool) So you’ll always have that ;) ALSO WEAR FORM FITTING CLOTHES

Baby plans

Pairing: Joe Sugg X Reader

Request: No

Fandom: Buttercream squad

Prompt: Joe and (Y/N) are preparing for their baby to be born


“Have you packed your hospital bag, love? Just incase they decide to pop out soon?” Joe questioned, rubbing your heavily pregnant stomach.

“Yeah. I packed last week, since my tummy dropped. Widget could come any day now.” You smiled at him, as he continued to draw shapes on your stomach making the baby kick.

“Boy or girl?” Joe asked, you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t wanna get my hopes up, Joe.” You said, he smiled and nodded.

“I know, but it’ll be a little boy.” He said confidently. You’d always wanted a little boy then a girl.

“We will love widget regardless.” You said, he smiled and kissed your forehead before getting up and making you something to eat.

“Honestly Joe, you feed me so much I’m not sure if it’s the food or widget taking up my stomach.” You laughed, accepting the bowl of fruit.

“Okay, I’m gonna go call Jack about a collab. If anything happens, even if you think it’s nothing you know the code word?” He said, you nodded a smirked.

“Pineapple.” You said, he nodded and smiled. Kissing you before leaving the room to call Jack.

“Only one more week until you’re born little one, unless you wanna come out sooner. I don’t mind, we won’t tell daddy about this conversation.” You said to your stomach lightly before you felt a gush of water.

“Shit, Joe?” You shouted, you could hear him laughing.

“Joseph?” You called again, still nothing. “PINEAPPLE!” You screamed, he came running through, phone presses to his ear.

“Now?!” He said, beginning to panic.

“Either I’ve just peed myself or my waters broke.” You said, smiling as he began to rush around the house. He grabbed your hospital bag, and anything else he deemed necessary while still on the phone to Jack.

“Jack text the lads that they’re about to become uncles, I’ll text the group chat when you can all come see widget.” He said, hanging up and helping you to the car.

“Shit, (Y/N), we still don’t have a crib yet!” You laughed.

“I may have ordered one last week.” You said, he looked relived.

“You’re already so good at this parenting thing!” He laughed, the drive to the hospital was short and before you knew it you were laying on a hospital bed in a gown.

“Here we go love, you can do this. I love you so much, come on baby.” Joe said, holding your hand as you began to push.

Your son, Elliot Christoper Sugg was born on the 23rd February at 7:46pm weighing 6 pounds 10.

“He’s got your eyes.” Joe said, as you held him to your chest. “I can’t wait for the guys to meet him! I’m a dad, (Y/N), I’m an actual dad and Zoë is an aunt and this is actually real!” He said excitedly, and that’s when you knew more than ever that Joe Sugg would be the best dad to your child.


I’ve been away a while, sorry about that but here’s an imagine and I hope you all like it, have a wonderful day/night!

anonymous asked:

Could you write more about Gavin seeing Geoff as his dad

I’m sorry this is short, late, and probably terrible. I do like this prompt (and the father/son relationship between Geoff and Gavin in general), and I appreciate you sending it to me. Thanks a bunch, Anon

It starts as a joke. A cheeky “Sure thing, Dad” every time Geoff loses his cool, ranting and raving about how if his crew would just listen to his plans there’d be less accidents. A way for Gavin to lighten the mood before a proper argument broke out about how they were criminals and accidents happened; followed immediately by the ‘really Geoff unless you plan to lock us all in a bubble we’re going to get hurt’ speech they’ve all heard about a hundred times from Jack. An honest to god, not intended to be serious, joke.

Until Geoff got hurt. Until those tourists found him and called an ambulance before the crew could find him and take him to Burnie. Until the nurse behind the receptionist desk refused to let them back to see Geoff unless they were family.

And frustrated, running on his last shred of patience, Gavin reminds himself that they are family; some fucked up version of family, but family all the same. And despite his insistence that he is not their father, Geoff couldn’t deny he’s a father figure to a majority of the crew.

So, without hesitation, when the nurse told them family only, Gavin stepped forward and said, “Family, huh? Well, he’s our dad.” He’s surprised when the others agree with him, but he doesn’t turn around, staring the nurse down.

She eyes him for a good ten minutes, and Gavin can tell she doesn’t quite believe him, but something flickers across her face. Some emotion he doesn’t catch, and she sighs and says, “Through the double doors, third floor.” Before they can leave, she says, “Tell your father to get well soon.”


anonymous asked:

I needs feels, how would Hanzo, 67 and Mccree if the came across Mercy and Lucio kneeling over their s/o who was lying on unconscious and bleeding heavily, and after returning the base where s/o is lying in hospital bed and barely made it out alive because of serious injuries they suffered???

Also I’m just gonna write Soldier, sorry


“All clear.” Jack stated kicking the unconscious man he knocked out. “(Y/N) are you clear?” He waited for a response but there was only static with faint shouting. You’re ear piece must’ve fallen out again, you had a bad habit of that somehow. Jack shook his head making his way to your post.

But as he neared your post he heard the music that belonged to Lucio. This raised some questions, he wasn’t suppose to be with you.
“Lucio what are you doing…” Jack’s questioning face dropped when he saw Lucio kneeling in front of a body, he was shouting in sobs. His body was quivering. Jack stepped forth slowly tears pricking in his eyes as his mind slowly started to accept the fact the it was your body laying bloody and limp across the ground. Your blood was pooling around you.
“(Y-Y/N)?” Lucio jumped finally hearing the old soldiers’s voice. He turned his head, face full of tears and snot.
“Go call the dropship! We need to get (Y/N) back to base now!” Jack was frozen in his spot. You looked like a corpse. You were barely breathing, they were extremely short. “76!” Lucio uncharacteristically shouted once more.

On the trip back to the base Jack couldn’t hear anything but only see you. The image is permanently burnt into his mind. He barely remembers waiting for you to come out of surgery. You were in there for hours. Yet now it was still undecided whether or not you will live any longer than a few days.

Luckily though it’s been about 2 weeks since then. You haven’t shown dramatic improvement, or any at that. But just enough for a slither of hope.

Jack was with you, holding your hand day in and day out. Night after night. He never let go of your hand, unless it was for the toilet. He barely ate, Mercy had to force him to eat.

Just as everyone was about to loose hope on you after a month of nothing something did happen. The twitch of your fingers. That’s all he needed to keep waiting for something more. Waiting for you to come back to him.

Mr Reyes (Part 6)

Reaper76, SchoolAU in which Jack is a single dad and Gabriel the new hot Kindergarten teacher.

Part 5     Part 7

Gabriel rolled over with a groan, and yawned in the light of the mid-morning sun. The Latino didn’t move for a moment, keeping his eyes closed against the sunlight streaming in through the small gap in the curtains. Placing a hand over his face, he scrubbed at the goatee with a scowl before trying to drag his hand through the curls on top of his head. His fingers got caught in a knot, and Gabriel wrestled with his nest of hair for a minute, untangling his fingers from it before managing to actually wake himself up. After another yawn, he was awake enough to remember what had happened the previous day. A smirk followed soon after as the memories of their activities on the couch that evening sounded in his head, or rather the cute noises Jack had made. Gabriel looked over at the bed side table, and grabbed his mobile, rubbing at his hair again as he squinted slightly in the harsh glare of the touch screen.

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Crowded Clubs

Considering how much Jack hated crowds, he seemed to end up in them a lot. Especially in dark clubs, where flashing lights and loud music distorted the world around him.

Maybe going to clubs so often wasn’t smart for someone with claustrophobia, but he was usually able to keep the fear and panic low enough to enjoy himself. It helped that he usually went with someone he was comfortable and safe around, someone who knew he could get overwhelmed, and would help to distract him when needed.

That person tended to be Conor, until Joe came along, and was able to fill the roll that only Jack’s older brother used to hold. And when Joe and Jack shifted from friends to more, dating secretly, Jack found it easier to go out to the clubs with the boys, as long as Joe was there, always within an arms reach.

Now, months later, the boys still had no idea that two of their mates were dating, nor did they know about Jack’s claustrophobia, another secret he continued to keep.

The small group were out for another night on the town, having started at dinner and quickly finding their way to the ever familiar club they tended to end up at.

The only difference tonight, Jack noticed, was that the crowd seemed to have doubled in size. Apparently there was some special or event happening which was drawing more and more people in.

“You gonna be okay?” Joe had asked once they entered the club, his blue eyes shining with concern, searching for any panic that may be hiding in Jack’s own blue eyes.

“I’ll be fine,” The younger man grinned, “Let’s go have fun!”

And for a while, he was able to convince himself that that was the truth. That he would be fine. That he could handle the ever-growing crowd.

Even as the bodies pushed closer together, filling any available gap that existed in the club, Jack convinced himself he was fine, because Joe was right there, always in constant contact with him.

Until things shifted.


The crowd suddenly got excited, a new bass pouring song coming through the speakers, and the bodies shifted. First one way, and then the other. The faces blurred together, the lights casting dark and menacing shadows across them, the music was deafening to Jack’s ears, and he realized he couldn’t see Joe.

He couldn’t see anyone he recognized.

He was alone. And the bodies were still pressing in even closer.

The panic he had kept at bay began to crawl up his chest and into his throat, cutting off any oxygen that was trying to make its way into his lungs. His hands shook, the feeling creeping up and along his skin, a cold sweat breaking out along the way. No one around him found it abnormal that the young man was shaking, or that his eyes were darting through the crowd, a wild look in them, because they were in a club. Why would anyone question someone like that?

To the strangers around him, Jack was simply reacting badly to a drink or drug.

To him, he was losing any and all control he had. And he was utterly and completely alone.

“Jack!” A warm and familiar hand slipped into his before he felt himself being pulled in a direction, one that wasn’t familiar. All he could feel was the bodies pressing closer, suffocating him slowly.

The coolness of the night air hit his skin sharply, and he sucked it in rapidly, the chill hurting his oxygen deprived lungs, but at that moment he didn’t care. He just wanted to be able to breathe.

“Hey, hey,” A soothing voice cut through his foggy mind, and his eyes locked on to a pair of oh so familiar ones, shining with worry. “Slow. Slow and steady.”

The hand slipped from his, and joined another on his cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears Jack now realized were falling down his cheeks.

“You’re okay, love. I’m right here.”


“Yeah,” Joe smiled softly at Jack, “It’s me. I’m right here.”

“I…I lost you.”

“I know, love, I’m so sorry.”

“Th-there was s-so—“

“Shhh,” The older man leaned in, kissing Jack softly, just once, “Focus on breathing. We can talk after.”

Nodding, Jack kept his eyes focused on those of his boyfriends, breathing in time with Joe, his body leaning heavily against the wall behind him as the panic began to subside.

“How do you feel now?” Joe asked quietly a couple minutes later, his body leaning into Jack’s, the younger man’s arms wrapped loosely around his waist.


“Good,” Joe smiled, his hands falling to rest against Jack’s chest, and he leaned in to kiss him once more, “I think next time, we stay in.”

“Or you could explain what’s happening.”

The couple jumped apart, their heads snapping over to where their friends stood, questioning looks on their face.

“You alright?” Conor frowned over at his brother, his face showing more worry than surprise.

“I am now,” Jack nodded, his hand reaching for Joe’s, their fingers tangling together. There was no point in hiding it anymore.

“So you two…” Josh trailed off, his eyes darting down to the joined hands.

“Uhm, yeah,” Joe blushed, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand, glancing over at Jack, still concerned for the younger man.

“How long?” Caspar blurted out, a smile growing on his lips.

“A few months,” Jack shrugged, offering Joe a reassuring smile as he tugged him closer, speaking softly into his ear: “I’m fine, really.”

“You sure?” Joe turned to face Jack, “That was a bad one…”

“Yes. I’m fine. You got there before it could get any worse.”

“It should have never happened in the first place,” Joe sighed, “We shouldn’t have come tonight.”

“Hold up!” Mikey waved his hands in front of him, stepping towards the couple, who looked back over at their mates, having momentarily forgotten they were there. “I get that you two are together…well, I don’t yet, but I’ll get there. What I don’t understand is what the hell happened.”

“Oh,” It was Jack’s turn to blush as he looked down at the ground. He never liked admitting his little issue out loud.

“Jack has claustrophobia.” Conor answered for his brother, “And he can get pretty bad panic attacks unless he’s with someone he feels comfortable with.” The older Maynard studied Joe for a moment, “I was wondering why he stopped hanging around me so much in clubs…”

“Sorry?” Joe offered.

“No,” Conor quickly shook his head, “I’m glad Jack found someone else. I can’t always be there.”

“That,” Oli laughed, “Or he was just trying to replace you.”

“Probably,” Josh snorted, “Who wouldn’t want to replace Conor.”


“Anyways,” The ginger continued, “Who’s hungry? I’m done with this club anyways.”

And just like that, the group turned and began to make their way down the sidewalk, the discussion shifting to where they were going for food, having already accepted the new found discoveries for the night.

Jack and Joe trailed behind them, talking softly with each other, their hands still joined between them.

Darkiplier and Antisepticeye Theory

Alright, first things first, I am basing this theory off of what Mark and Jack have posted, not off of versions of the characters made by other fans (sorry) This theory is on what power the both of them may hold. (THER WILL BE DATE WITH MARKIPLIER SPOILERS!!!!!) Okay, so in the 8th ending of Marks “Date With Markiplier” Choose-your-own story, rather than just simply end, it loops you back to the Don’t Attack video, and this is a never ending loop. In between the transition between going through the exit and ending up in the jail cell again, we see a certain someone glitch in. Darkiplier, who seems to take on a glitching style, so idk who else it could be. He doesn’t show up anywhere else in that timeline unless you pic the horror video in a completly different part of the story. This got me thinking that maybe mark had a bit of control over time. Then my thoughts rolled over to Antisepticeye. Based off of Jacks video “Goodbye” Anti seems to have proven to be able to control people physically and/or mentally. Not to mention he toyed with the minds of all the subscribers all throughout October and still to this day. Maybe he had a stronger link to Jack, but it is true when he said “you all made this happen” because if our curiosity had not been sparked enough to take interest in him, he would be nothing. Then my thoughts rolled over to how and why they treat their fans the way they do. Dark scares the fans a bit but he also has a bit of a charm towards them, he wants them to like him, but still wants control. Hence why he would give us more options than Mark (btw I’ll point out he only really gave us one, that progressed the story, so we never really had a choice) and why he claims he can give us whatever we want and more (not in a good way though). Anti, however, makes his fans take the blame for him being powerful enough to “Kill” Jack, he is not in favor of us, he is in favor of making us fear him 100%. Why is that? because Anti doesn’t ever NEED to charm us if he can control or at least influence thoughts and/or actions. Dark, however, NEEDS to cater to his fans a bit, because he has not shown us that he has that ability. He needs us to be on his side a bit to have us do anything for him, Anti could just make us.

This was just some thoughts I had. But I would love to know, if you read this, whats your opinion on it? What are YOUR theories on Dark and Anti? I realize mine may have many flaws, so if you want to prove me wrong, respectfully do so please, I would love to know your reasoning!

New Series! An upcoming  Zootopia story

Well hi everyone, This is Lance. I’ve been planing this of a while now, and I’m glad to say, this is gonna be a weekly updated story.(unless something happens) 250 chapters(at least) in 5 seasons not include outside story like holiday stories and other series that doesn’t affect the main story line. Any ways, the series is called It’s time. Starting Nick, Judy, Arctic wolf Lance , Arctic deer Lucy, Skye,Jack Savage and all other charters! Hope you enjoy this series, Chapter one coming up soon, some support is always appreciated so give a like! 

Their S/O Have A Split Personality

requested: @orangettetwins : The main Creepypasta members having a split personality s/o? Please and thank you.

Thanks Darls for requesting, hope this is what you were looking for. I accidentally forgot to save it the first time so I had to re-write everything XD


Well, Liu has a split personality disorder so Jeff would be slightly experienced with this. He might not give two shits about his brother sometimes but he tries his best not to blow up when your other personality comes into play. Your boyfriends got anger issues but he tries his hardest to control it, he knows it’s not your fault for having a split personality. He might just take his anger on someone else…

(Examples include)

BEN Drowned: 

Ben is very chill with you having a split personality, he doesn’t mind you having it and thinks it’s cool that you have a uniqueness. He’ll kiss you and tell you that you’re great both ways to make you feel better about yourself and hope it works.

(Can I take a min to say how amazing this cosplayer is?) 


Eyeless Jack: 

He doesn’t really mind. Split personality or not he doesn’t find that a problem in the relationship. If your other personality goes off at him then he’ll just leave until you’re done and once done so he’ll just shrug it off knowing that there isn’t much he could do and it would be useless to get upset. He won’t bring up the subject unless necessary although he won’t say much about it. He loves you for the way you are. 

Laughing Jack: 

He’ll just laugh it off. But he gets annoyed if your split personality is rude or being arrogant then he’ll just come off as annoyed and when you’re normal self comes back he’ll just laugh it off as nothing happened. He knows you’re not in control of you whole personality and knows what it’s like to feel unloved and he’d never make you feel the way he did. 

Ticci Toby: 

Toby loves you for the way you are, he feels that you could both relate to the subject of having something you can’t control; you with your split personality and him with his tics. This is one of the reasons the pasta’s ship you both. He might get slightly scared of your other half if goes crazy and tries his best to help you out when you need it. You both talk about your split personality on a daily basis.


Masky will try to help as much as he can. He’ll be there when your personality snaps and will try his best to helpful. He normally knows what to do, however, if more help is needed then he’ll simply ask for Hoodie’s or Slender man’s assistance. He knows you’re not in control of your own personality disorder and will try his hardest to make sure you can get through it and know that he is there for you.



At first, Hoodie has no bloody clue what to do when your split personality snapped. He rapidly ran to Masky and Toby begging them to come help. After a while, he knew what to do to keep you from snapping. He’d try to remain calm when your other personality comes to play and tries his hardest not to snap back. He will ask about how you’re holding up when it’s just the two of you; asking questions suck as “How’s it going” or “Anything I can do to help?” He wants to make sure you’re happy but is sometimes a tad clueless.

Originally posted by just-usmadd

Ok I have a theory

Jack and Kent reconciled in Jack’s sophomore year.

What? No, that doesn’t make sense…

But no! It makes more sense than just THIS out of the blue:

Like, who goes four years without contact and thinks this is a good idea? I mean that’s a bit… Not Good.

But! Also remember:

So this isn’t Kent’s first time at the Haus. Now, considering the Cup and the Calder wouldn’t’ve been awarded til after Jack’s frog year had ended, and Bitty never saw Kent his frog year, I’m going to say that Kent came when Jack was a sophomore. And Jack acted like he used to treat Bitty. I think that’s a significant line, because Hockey Robot Jack doesn’t let people get under his skin unless he really cares about them. Plus…

“You always say that

This isn’t the first time they’ve had this conversation. Now, see also:

This isn’t a Kent Parson who’s been iced out for 4 years. He plays to win, and he plays for keeps. He wouldn’t do this unless it’s already worked once before.

Do I think they got back together? I …don’t know? I think they started talking again, maybe not actually doing anything yet… But I think Parse definitely thought it was heading that way.

So what happened?

I think that as Jack became closer to Bitty, he realized that Kent …really wasn’t good for him. Jack never really had a frame of reference for what a healthy friendship or relationship even looked like before. I mean, in the tweets, Jack says he doesn’t understand how he and Shitty even became friends. (Oh honey). But I think that as he opens up, he finally sees how not all friendships are battlefields, how he can love someone without it being a competition. This realization just kind of hits him, like a check to the boards with the sun coming up through the windows at Faber, like a missed step off the porch, like a the buzz of an oven timer–

But Jack doesn’t really know how to deal with Kent in any other way than to ghost, so…

So, Kent, having already put up with this behavior before, sets out to fix it. It’s just… this time it didn’t work.

As always, all hail Ngozi

Every once in a while, I browse through the angelkin tag, and I swear they stuff more cheetos into their chromosomes with each visit.
Things they claim to have had in their imaginary past: Worldly attachments, halos, wings, languages, and mental conditions.
I don’t need to be Christian to point out how much it contradicts the source material.
Any of them want to argue with me, I have the word of the actual texts they refer to, and if it gets bad I can just claim to be angelkin or some bullshit. When the latter happens, they lose all ability to argue against me unless they are willing to contradict their own beliefs.
“Anyway, the moral of the story is you’re a bitch.”
-Handsome Jack

Things I need if 5ds ever reboots

5ds to pull a fullmetal alchemist brotherhood and get a redo (and a much better one like brotherhood)

Yuseis mom


Yuseis mom

Jacarly not to be thrown under the bus

the actual yuaki thing to be shown as Canon!

have I mentioned Yuseis mom?

Yuseis future after the end of the series (seriously we got everyone else’s)

Some sort of prequel oneshot to all the signer parents (headcanon that the parents all knew each other somehow or another before zero reverse)

an interaction with yusei and his mom

TEAM 5DS PULLING THEIR GODDAMN WEIGHT INSTEAD OF MAKING YUSEI THE HERO FOR EVERYTHING (I know he’s the main character and all but I mean come on.. Jack was the king of Turbo dueling for like two years, aki was the black rose witch, ruka was like a prodigy duelist at the age if three, and motherfucking crow beat security in a OTK. GIVE THE TEAM SOME GODDAMN CREDIT!)

Yusei and his dad to have a nice interaction instead of some good hocus pocus mambo jambo