what a hit son

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Give Pearl a break 2k16

i drew my sweet bean lester | dan’s drawing 

  • Friend *insulting my bias* : He's such a loser.
  • Me : Haha, I know, right?
  • Friend *insulting another member* : He's such a loser.
  • Me : You wanna get hit? Be careful what you say about my son!

So months before fates was announced/released I had my heart set on Jakob ((initially)) I was like ye he seems interesting and a cutie. Then, I sat down looked at Marx for a good minute and said “…mmm okay yeah I change my mind.” BUT as I’m playing the game and looking at both characters and support convos I’m having a uh…hard time choosing.


((ps yes this is my kamui, Erina, buuut since it’s a shits and giggles thing I didn’t put her name up there because I was fooling around with it today , plus it was also a test on doing the text generator thingy))

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“T-Tony. Where are you going?” You asked, your eyes still slightly reddened from crying.

The scientist didn’t answer. He waved his hand as if that was a response, then left the room.

You sighed in exasperation and followed Tony. You had a tough time keeping him within sight. When you called his name, he didn’t answer. It was only until you realized that you were on the same floor as his laboratory did you realize what he was doing.

“Tony Stark, you are not going to vaporize my ex-boyfriend!” You called, now resulting in running.

“That son of a bitch won’t know what hit him.” Tony assured, as if that made things better. “He had no right to cheat on you. He’s scum. He’s lower than scum.”

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: MY SON HIT 6 MILLION SUBS. DANIEL FUCKING JAMES HOWELL HIT 6 MILLION SUSCRIBERS. WTFF. HE'S GROWN SO MUCH. I'M SUCH A PROUD MOTHER. Even though he's like older then me. SCIENCE DOSN'T APPLY HERE. I'M CRAFTING AND JUST
  • HE'S RELEASED A BOOK, SOON TO BE TWO. HE'S GONE ON TOUR. AND JUST IM SO FUCKING PROUD OF DAN.

List of things that are not okay:

  • Andy telling Toby he’s too sad
  • Jed giving Charlie the carving knife
  • Two Cathedrals
  • “What was Josh Lyman? A warning shot? That was my son
  • “Hit with what?”
  • Idiots who wouldn’t stop for beers/red lights if the other was in an accident
  • Dolores Landingham dying 
  • Leo McGarry dying
  • Simon Donovan dying
  • Noel
  • “They’re gonna throw rocks at you next week, and I wanted to be standing next to you when they did”
  • Basically everything about this grainy late 90′s dumpster 

“What do you think of England, my love?” Her voice was soft as she spoke to the child she held in her arms, a smile tugging the corners of her lips as blue eyes focused on the infant who concurrently smiled back at her. “Oh, you like it?” Lucilla said in awe before she leaned back a tad against the stoned backrest of the seat, her eyes then briefly gazing through the arched window next to her — one which had the perfect view of the castle’s grandiose and beautiful courtyard, despite the evident lack of sun outside. “I wonder if the weather’s always bleak in this country,” she pondered more to herself but the words came out louder than a mere whisper.

Terrible Twos

“Isaac please.” Chanyeol pleaded, his words being met with the stomp of little feet against the hardwood floor and you had to stifle back a laugh. Chanyeol was far too overworked and under slept to deal with a temper tantrum this early in the morning and you didn’t even have to look into the hall to know that he was running his hands through his black hair in frustration.

“Here, do you want this?” You heard him say in the sweetest voice he could muster - but soon after, the clatter of what you assumed was your son’s toy truck hitting the floor echoed in the hall, followed by his father’s sigh. You giggled again, this time more audibly. Of course a temper tantrum had to be dealt with, but he was your first child and you were still getting used to handling it - especially Chanyeol was. Chanyeol’s footsteps got louder as he approached you, Isaac wiggling in his arms like a fish out of water. You craned your neck to look up at him and the look on Chanyeol’s face was one of pure desperation.
“What do I do?” He whined, pout evident on his face and you were so sure in that moment where your son got it from. You laughed loudly into the apartment, patting the space beside you on the couch.
“He’s teething, I don’t think there’s really much we can do.”

You watched as Chanyeol gently rocked him back and forth, willing him to return to his normal self but it only induced tears from him.
“It’s very tough to be a two year old isn’t it?” Chanyeol cooed, laughing softly from his own exhaustion. You smiled, reaching your arms out for your wiggly son to be set into, but Isaac had other plans and clutched onto Chanyeol’s shirt tightly.
“You wanna stay with Daddy?” Chanyeol mumbled into his son’s hair, dark like his and your heart almost melted at the sight. Your little boy nodded, Chanyeol’s neck muffling his sobs.

Having a toddler was hard work, there was no denying that, but you’d get through it together.