what if i tag his whole name

Supergirl episode 2x13 was a very weird episode, to say the least. What’s even weirder is that Mxyzptlk (I totally copied and pasted his name) wasn’t the strangest thing that happened during the ep. I mean, skipping the whole shooting at Supergirl scene, where you can clearly see the people behind her that didn’t give a shit about the gunshots - which, I mean, I know America has a huge gun problem, but I don’t think that’s quite how it works -, or the flying car that went on fire immediately after hitting the ground (my friend has been in a car accident where the car ended up upside down, and she would be dead if cars were so easy to explode)… Leaving all of these things behind… what the fuck was that?
Don’t get me wrong, good for Winn who now has a girlfriend (#winnforthewin!)(<– yeah, don’t comment that), although she seems fled from Buffy: The Vampire Slayer and her whole entrance and then their relationship development was freaking rushed (they might as well proposed to each other in perfect Mr. Mxyzptlk style at that point), and awesome for Sanvers, even though they hadn’t so much screentime this time either (which they kinda promised to us, but I guess Mon’Ew closeups were somehow more important…), but the whole episode felt like a patchwork thing to me.

I have to say that Kara’s happiness is my happiness (and damn, how incredibly gorgeous she was in this episode), so I’ve sadly accepted that is extremely unlikely that she’s gonna end up with Lena (what a waste of chemistry, though… ugh, it pains me), but that said, Flann’El is really such a poor choice. In this episode in particular he behaved like a total douche, all testosterone a no synapses, just straight up trying to punch the guy, practically demanding his execution and then challenging him to a duel for what? Kara’s hand? In which century does he think they are??
I didn’t like that he was completely ignoring the fact that Kara is a strong woman - like… super strong -, perfectly capable of handling a random idiot - although provided with insane powers -, and he kept whining about this guy, while doing and saying such stupid things, only because he felt threatened. This is such typical of straight man, the pulling up a chaos because their pride is hurt or threatened and they have to show to the girl that they’re strong and bla bla bla. This is so wrong in any scenario, but in this one? In this one it’s nuts. That’s Supergirl, you idiot! She stops planes and missiles! She’s bulletproof! She flies, for Rao’s sake, she ain’t a damsel in distress and she told you! You can fill me with all the reasons why he behaved like that, like that he cares so much to Kara that he lost it, but that’s still incredibly immature and he ain’t a teenager: he’s supposed to be an adult.
I just hate to see women having to keep the men on the right path ‘cause they can’t keep their shit together by themselves and they have to be schooled all the time.

Anyway, zero Lena’s mentions in this Valentine’s episode. We had Luthors for the real Valentine’s Day, so I’ll pretend that’s enough…

The King of Hell Walks into a Church

Relationship: Crowley X Niece!Reader, Winchesters X Sister

Words: 1,217

Summary: Due to the Winchesters’ incompetence, Crowley is stuck babysitting their little sister at Christmas Eve mass.

Warnings: None, really. Unless Crowley’s never ending sarcasm needs its own  warning.

Tagging: @mysaintsasinner @winchesters-favorite-girl @deathtonormalcy56

A/N: This was written for the wonderful @cici0507‘s Heaven vs. Hell: Christmas Edition. I had Christmas Mass with a Hell character. First Crowley fic, too! AND this is the second one shot within like 10 days! What an accomplishment, right? I think I’m getting better at this whole writer thing.

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Heaving a great sigh, Crowley shook his head. He was the King of Hell, dammit! Demons groveled at his feet, sniveling and begging for forgiveness. How in the name of his kingdom had he been roped into babysitting?

Oh, right, it was because those two idiot Winchesters and the angel were too incompetent to accomplish their ridiculous hunt on time and take their little brat of a sister to the gathering of Bible thumping freaks.

At first, he’d refused. Or, at least, he’d tried to. But the moose had been annoyingly insistent, promising that it would only be a few hours at the most. Plus – even though he’d vehemently deny it were anyone to ask – the demon had a very, very small soft spot for the youngest Winchester.

And that was how the King of Hell found himself holding the door of a church open for a ten year old urchin on Christmas Eve.

Dear god, it sounded like a bad joke.

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Imagine: Being in love with Kyle Spencer

Working at a café often had it’s perks, except for the Frat boys who came in like clock work, douchy, pigs who messed up the whole café. I sighed loud, with frustration, as they entered that day, chanting loudly. So loudly, they woke a customer’s baby up and the baby started screaming. “Maybe don’t bring your fucking baby in here, dumb bitch,” commented one of them, as they all laughed “Hey!” I yelled. All I needed was a reason, to get these idiots banned. He stood up, with 3 of his buddies and walked up to the counter. “What?” He said, attempting to be intimidating. He grabbed my name tag from across the counter. “Got something to say, Caitlin?” He said pausing as he read it. “You can’t come in here being loud, then swear at another customer like that,” He smiled at me. “You’re really sexy, real sexy, with huge tits, I wanna know what you’re like,” He said. I gave him a look of disbelief. As my shaky hand reached beneath the counter, ready to hit the panic button that’s when a guy, his hair a beautiful mess of blonde curls walked in and they dissipated. I snatched my name tag back from them, and they snickered. “What is going on?” He asked giving me a concerned look. “Oh nothing, Caitlin and I just… Wanted to have a conversation,” he said as he kissed at me. “Leave her alone or I’ll be sure that the rest of the sorority you’re from knows who you really are,” They stared at each other for a long time, before the 3 harassing me left. The guy with the blonde hair looked back at me, then smiled. “Hi, I’m sorry about him.” I shook my head “No, it’s okay, he just freaked out at that lady over there, and I yelled at him, so I think he got furious over that. Either way, thank you though.” “Is it, Caitlin?” He asked, his fingers snapping on his debit card. “Yes, what’s your name?” “I’m Kyle. I was in a frat once,” “Gross, really?” I teased, as I pulled out some coffee beans, and placed them in a grinder. “Oh yeah! Total frat boy, I wasn’t the rapey type, I was the nerdy kind,” He teased. “Oh sure,” He giggled in response to my sarcasm, and bit his bottom lip “What do want?” I asked with a smile. “Surprise me!” He exclaimed. I smiled, I always loved giving people peppermint mocha’s around this time of year. I made it for him and set it on the counter. He reached out for me to pay, and I shook my head. “No, it’s on me. Thank you for being so nice to me and getting rid of the caveman that was in here,” “I insist, please let me pay,” I looked down then noticed some scars on his wrist, that looked like… Stitching? He noticed I saw and pulled his arm back slightly so that his sleeve would cover. Still holding out the card between his index and middle finger. “No, let me give you coffee,” I said with a giggle. “Fine, but next time I buy you coffee!” He teased. “It’s a date!” I said, he blushed, and smiled. Dimples in his cheeks. The door then opened hard with a slam, a girl stormed in, wearing a nice fur coat that must cost $1,000.00 at least, brand new Chanel sunglasses, a skirt that barely covered her ass, and tall Louie Vuitton heels “What the fuck is taking you so long!?” She yelled jerking his arm. The coffee spilled on his shirt “Madison, what is your problem?” He said his arms held out. He put the coffee on the counter, and I got him a rag. I handed it to him, and he grabbed it, she lifted up her sunglasses and glared at me, while I glared back at her “We’re leaving, Now!” “No! I don’t want to go anywhere with you,” Kyle stated. She grabbed his arm and Kyle continued to protest until he finally gave in to it. “You’re coffee!” He turned around to grab it, and she forcibly kissed him, then bit his ear lobe while staring violently, into my eyes. “He doesn’t want it, clean it up” She said as it burst out of the cup, seemingly… By itself, as gave me a heinous smile, before they left. I sighed deeply, I would probably never see that guy again, and she was such a bitch… But so pretty… He seemed like such a sweet person too.

Later the next day, right before we were set to close. I heard the door open “We close in 5 minutes just so you know,” I said not looking up. “Do you have time, to keep it open for a little longer to talk to me?” I looked up to see Kyle. I grew excited, but tried to hide it to not seem weird. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend otherwise-” “No, Madison isn’t my girlfriend. She thinks she pretty much owns me, her doing what she did, was her being jealous and petty. She’s with some actor, I am just the extra help, or "handy man,” so to speak, at the house she lives in.“ He said chuckling nervously. "As odd as this will sound, I had to come back here, to take you up on that date still, because I couldn’t get what happened out of my head I suppose… Now I sound like a stalker, wow. Okay, so- I mean I just… Maybe I should leave. I’m sorry,” He said as he went to go out the door “I get off at 7 tomorrow, we can get some food, I know of this amazing place down the street I like,” I said with a warm smile. He laughed and blushed “Okay, I will be here for you at 7,” He then walked out of the café, my heart was pounding. He was so sweet, something was just so different about him, and I could determine what that was.

The next day at closing, Kyle was there right on time. I got extremely excited, as I got all the closing duties done, locked the door, and then walked beside him on the street. “So, Caitlin. Do you go to school?” I shook my head “I used to, it go too expensive, so now I live in my mom’s basement, working at a coffee shop until I get my shit together, not as rich, beautiful, and glamorous as your girlfriend, but I mean, I’m nice!” He laughed “She is not my girlfriend, and you’re not on the same level as Madison, yes. But, that’s because you’re on a higher, better level than her. And if you ask me my opinion, more beautiful!” He said with a smile. “Oh my goodness,” I said as my face began to turn as red as a tomato. He giggled, and held the door of the restaurant open for me.

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We sat there for hours learning about each other, he was so sweet, and so timid. I didn’t dark ask about the scar down his face, or the scars he had on his wrists connecting his hands. We walked to the park getting on the swings near by, which we were met by a long silence. It wasn’t the type were it was uncomfortable, it was the kind where we both were genuinely enjoying one another’s company entirely. “Caitlin,” He said suddenly, breaking the long silence. “Yes?” I answered back. I looked at him as he focused on the ground, while digging his feet into the ceder chips on the playground. “Do you believe in witches?” He asked me randomly. I laughed “Like, a green which, with a hook nose and a pointed hat? No.” I said thinking he was teasing. He opened his mouth slightly as if he was hesitating to speak “Well, what if I told you that Madison was a witch?” I didn’t respond for a while, trying to think of how to. “Like… Wiccan?” “No, not like Wiccan… She can make things happen. I’m worried about what she might do if she finds out that I spent the day with you,” He said. I chuckled a bit, then went silent when he looked at me, with a serious gaze. I immediately got the creeps, thinking he was either nuts… Or messing with me. “Are you serious right now?” I said. I got out of the swing “I’m going to go home, Kyle. I think this may have been a mistake,” I said as I began to walk away “Wait, Caitlin! Please, just listen to me,” “If you didn’t like me, all you had to say was that you didn’t. You didn’t have to come up with some absolutely absurd lie.” “I do like you, that’s why I’m warning you about it,” 

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As I got to my car, I was determined to not lose my shit in the street from how upsetting the end of the date was. It was going so well, I thought… I thought maybe I met a decent person. I heard a snicker behind me, and I turned around to see Madison, smoking a cigarette behind me. “You’re so… plain, I really, don’t see what it is that he likes so much about you. You’re in his thoughts a lot though, so there must be something that isn’t fucking boring about you,” She said, walking closer to me with each word, then blowing her cigarette smoke into my face, followed by a petty smirk. “Kyle is mine, bitch. It doesn’t matter who I am with, he’s my little boy toy. I want to keep it that way. Some, hipster, mousy looking, basic bitch is going to take him from me,” I gave her a confused look, I didn’t handle confrontation that well. All I wanted was to go home. “Then you can have him,” I said coldly as I went to get into my car. My keys then flew from my hand, and into her. She jingled them in front of me “Looking for something?” She said and laughed. “How?” I said in a confused tone, looking at my hand that they were just in. “I have to make sure you will no longer be a threat to me having Kyle,” She said. I shook my head and chuckled “No, no no no. I want no part in this at all, you can have him, I said!” I yelled at her trying to get my keys back. “That’s not good enough for me.” Then before I realized, a force threw me down the street with Madison appearing again where I was, where I became unable to control my movements. She gave me a smirk while making eye contact with me as I started to unwillingly, walk towards the freeway. I was trapped inside my mind, screaming internally, Kyle was telling the truth… “Madison! Stop!” I heard Kyle’s voice. Right as a  truck zoomed passed me going 70MPH the trance was broken while she was distracted by Kyle! I screamed, and jumped backwards away from the road. My whole body shaking. What if I was on drugs? What if this was their plan. “Kyle, I  can’t believe you wanted this over me. I’m doing thing so that nothing can interfere with what we have-” “We have nothing, I want to get as far the fuck away from you as I can, you are with another person, I am not your slave,” She grabbed him by the crotch and pulled him close to her, licking his ear “Yes you are, and you know you can’t resist me for too long, Baby.” She said, while making eye contact with me. He pushed her backwards, then picked up a rock, and hit her in the head with it. “Run!” He yelled. I ran off, with Kyle behind me. 

A few hours had passed, consisting of mostly driving. I sighed and looked over at Kyle. “I barely know you, and this is happening.” I said with disbelief, this was the first thing I had said in hours. Kyle sighed and hung his head in his hands “I know, I’m so sorry,” He said with a sad tone. “I feel like I already know you though, like I’ve known you forever, as corny as it sounds,” Kyle’s tone changed as soon as I mentioned that part. He smiled at me “I think I like you, just a tiny bit though,” I said smirking.                                                                                                                

  • Sendak: It is but a scratch
  • Pidge: No it isn't your arm's off.
  • Sendak: No it isn't.
  • Pidge: Then what's that?
  • Sendak: I've had worse.

Irving and Ferb are lucky. Isabella would have killed them if their ship name revealed Isabella’s crush. 

(this was requested by our friendly anonymous friend, I hope you don’t mind but I took it a step forward by have Isabella figure out what Phinabella meant)

(PS: The whole brother-in-law thing was in reference to one of the tags I posted on the star wars tweets, I just came up with this random head cannon that Ferb calls Isabella his brother in law to tease her. It’s a nickname similar to Buford referring to her as Girly)


 Tbh i don’t know if anyone will ever see this (i first wrote it to someone on insta but idk if she’ll see it), or if someone else said it before but yeahhh (and sorry my english isn’t the best):   

when you go to liams insta acc, on his new pics is the hairstylist larryking tagged 

and of course i googled him with gay added   (“larryking hair stylist gay”)           bc liam -> one direction -> harry and louis -> larry -> gay                      

 ANd the second & third link is from dailymail wHERE THEY TALK ABOUT A GAY STUDENT NAMED LARRY KING (someone shot him but RN it doesn’t matter what the whole articel says)

maybe they (liam etc) didn’t mean this and it’s in no way linked together larry king the stylist and larry king, the gay student who got killed and it’s just some weird coincidence/accident, but they know (or at least Louis) that we know/can see when they try to tell us something with pictures/clothes etc etc

What do you think about this?🌸

anonymous asked:

wait kedamono has his own blog? whats his blog name??

((not exactly sure if they’re still very active, but from my earlier days on this blog the main counterpart to this blog (and its main inspiration) was @kedamono-san. I do believe there are other ask blogs that include the whole crew, as well, but I’m not on the tag much so I can’t really say for certain.))


december studyblr of the month

hi guys!! i thought that i would bring back my studyblr of the week thing back for the holidays, but this time for a whole month! i can’t wait to see all of your beautiful blogs!


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what you get

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gemini terminal

‘verse: 2k12

Characters: Michelangelo, Raphael

Episode tag: “Riddle of the Ancient Aeons”

Summary: Mikey isn’t the one who needs comforting after his last near-death experience—but what else is new?

Note: Named after the Gemini twins Pollux and Castor, because theirs is one of my favorite stories in the entirety of Greek mythology, and because it isn’t hard for me to see Raph and Mikey in them if I try. My title makes sense, shh.

It’s whole days later that Mikey’s door slides open, and closer to morning than midnight, but a tiny intuitive part of his brain must have been ready for it, because he’s already blinking himself awake. Bright light spills into his tight quarters for a few seconds before it’s gone again, and someone makes their way to the side of his bed on silent feet.

He rubs his eyes and tries not to yawn, shifting under his heavy blanket and scooting over until his shell is pressed against the wall. The cot sinks as a new weight settles in the space he made, and cool air slips beneath the comforter as it’s lifted and resettled; Mikey opens his mouth to complain—he’d been so cozy—but a warm arm makes up for it a second later, wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him forward a few inches, until he’s snug against a plastron, and tucked firmly under a chin.

Well, this is much better. It’s familiar, and reminds him of home in a way not a lot of things do anymore, and he smiles a little bit in the dark. He squirms, fixing the position of a leg and his head on the pillow, then sighs in content.

He isn’t really expecting words to fill the comfortable silence, because sometimes they don’t, but all the same, he isn’t unprepared for it when a rough voice mutters, “I hate space.”

“Nah, space is cool,” Mikey says without missing a beat, because it is. His eyes are closed again, too heavy to keep open, and his voice drifts all sleeplike; but he and his brother are so close there’s no way his words get lost. “We’ve done a boatload of cool stuff. You’ve had fun, too.”

“I hate space,” more vehemently, and the arms around Mikey tighten. “It’s stupid, and full of nothin’ but a hundred more ways for me to hurt you.”

And more ways for you to save me,” Mikey points out reasonably. “You’ve never rescued me from a booby trap in an ancient alien temple before. That’ll look good on your resume.”

“Shut up,” but there’s no bite to it. It wavers a bit, instead, and somehow he clings even tighter. “I really could have—what if there was no oxygen back there, Mikey, what if—”

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But what i really love about the whole “Victor fell in love with Yuri first” thing being canon is that during that scene where it shows him first “falling in love”, Yuri was obviously very drunk (so drunk he didnt remember anything that happened at the banquet) and acted very noticably different from his usual demeanor. Its evident by how Victor acts towards Yuri when he first gets to Japan that he expected him to be somewhat like his drunk self (you know, much less shy and…stuff), but is suprised to find out that Yuri was not exactly who he had imagined. So that means Victor is still just as in love with Yuri, even if he was not who he initially thought he was, who he first “fell in love” with, and i think that is really sweet.

Gone *Dylan Sprayberry Request*

Hi! i was wondering if i could have an imagine with Dylan Sprayberry? My names Chelsea, im quite short and i enjoy reading and drawing. Im quite an introvert as well but once i get to know someone i open up. Anything cute and sweet would be great! Thanks :)

Hey! I finally got up to you :). But sure no problem.

“So when are you coming back?” A somber voice questioned over the phone.

“I’m not sure.” A hand ran through short spiky hair. “Filming is going a little longer than expected. I’ll try or this weekend though.”

“That’s what you said the last time though.” Doodling across an empty page the female of the conversation seemed to be sobered by the whole conversation. When she had seen his name flash across her screen she thought it would have been good news.

Their months had been filled with texts and phone tag. He was either free late and night or too early in the morning.

“Chelsea,” Dylan called out “Are you listening?”

“Yeah,” Being rewarded with silence she exhaled “Sorry I zoned out, can you repeat that?”

“She could hear the frustration in his voice as went on.”

It hadn’t always been like this “He used to have a schedule for when he would return back home but as he became a regular on the show, those visits decreased to a point where they just stopped. The phone calls were shorter and the texts messages, well they’d be lucky if they other responded within that hour. When he wasn’t on set being tutored, he was going through make-up, or shooting, or doing something for the show’s sake. And when she wasn’t at school, she’d be volunteering at the local library or taking extra art courses.

Cutting him  off, Chelsea voiced something that had plagued her for a while “Maybe it ‘s not meant to work out.”

“Wait- what?” Dylan whispered.

“We shouldn’t have to try this hard, we’re teenagers, its supposed to be easy.”

“No relationship is easy.”

“Is this even a relationship though?” She rolled over on the bed, dropping her pencil “We barely speak anymore.” She had tried to convince her parents to drive up to L.A but they’d been firm in their stance.

“I’m trying.”

“I’m not saying you aren’t.”

“But what am I supposed to say? THis is my dream.”

“I understand that, and I support you but it’s too hard. I miss you and you’re always gone.”

Dylan had been silent, causing Chelsea to close her eyes and try to pace herself. She heard a silent knock at the door, sighing out she was ready for the lecture about being on the phone so late, but upon glancing at the clock she noticed it was only after seven. Rolling over onto her stomach she looked at the door expectantly, waiting for one of parents to walk in.

After a brief second the door was pushed open slowly. Doing a double take Chelsea lept off the bed and into the arms of her boyfriend.

“You’re here.” She breathed out her arms wrapped tightly around him. Looking at her phone on the bed she couldn’t seem to catch herself. Walking to the door as Dylan looked around awkwardly she shut it closed gently.

“Your mother let me up. I was planning on just surprising you.”

“Well, trust me I’m surprised.” Upon seeing his uneasy glances around her room she pushed him onto the bed gently. “I got my bedroom redone. Thought it should get a more mature look you know.” Looking down at hims she couldn’t find any words. “I’m honestly speechless. When are you supposed to leave.”

“I’m only here for the weekend.” Nodding she was happy at least she got to see him.

“I’m just glad you’re here.”

“So am I.” Dylan muttered. His hands reached out to grab her’s from his position. Pulling her to straddle him, Dylan’s arms wrapped around her waist. Chelsea’s going around his neck loosely.

“You are aware of how this surprise of yours could have backfired right?”

“Trust me, it only occurred right before it happened.” He bopped her nose “I was planning on seeing you tomorrow but now just seemed appropriate.”

Nodding she agreed “I don’t think I would have wanted to see you tomorrow with the way that conversation was going.” She realized something “What happens when you leave again?”

“We’ll just have to remember this visit, and how good it felt to see each other again. And just hold onto that.”

“Maybe by then I’ll get to visit.”

“I look forward to that.”  


Rating: M, for I guess what is sexual content and probably some disturbing content? It’s mostly just a lot of stream of consciousness. 

This is my attempt at a Dark!Solas, but also canon Solas, since canon Solas has some dark aspects to his personality. 

Hewill not deny his own hubris.

That is why the name is fitting, is it not?

(Solas, Pride, the whispers of a shattered, broken man who had once been whole and boundless, who is boundless no longer.)

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Why I love my bias?

I was tagged by the awesome shadowdui! Hehe, so this is why I love Yuki Arisugawa:

First off, lets be clear. I have a whole bunch of biases. But Yuki is my number one. If you wanna see all my biases, click here.

Well, who is Yuki? He is a FBI agent in the Art department (if thats correct)? Mainly, at the FBI his job it to locate stolen art. He is half Japanese, half American and 100% hotness. 

Mainly what I love about Yuki is that we share a big thing in common. Personally, I hate my name (Logan). Its a big insecurity of mine and the fact that he does as well instantly made me connect with him. He hates his bc its a girls name (and other reasons) and I hate mine because its a boys name (and other reasons). 

I also love him for his job. He has a risky job (also a reason why I love Soryu) and that just attracts me I don’t even know

And his hair omfg yes yuki yes

I also love his personality. Especially once you get into his heart, he’s a romantic. Swoon. He is also very possessive, but not to the point where it is out of control.  I love how considerate he is and how awkward he can be at times. He rarely shows what he’s feeling to outsiders, so when you are granted a laugh or a heart warming smile its all the more meaningful. 

I mean, look at this blushing face…


And how jealous he is…

I would only every smile for you baby

And we can’t forget that gentle smile…

Sold. Completely sold.

With all that being said, I highly recommend his route. Even though he is a “side characer” and not apart of the main five, he is highly worth it in my opinion. He needs more love. Actually jk stay away he’s mine. Its more on the emotional side of things and more action gets going at the end. It also starts up slow, but it was worth it in my opinion because he is just perfect for me. I love Yuki with all my heart and no one could ever compare.

Tagging: rueamasawa, voltageaddict, thing–x, otome-xelestial and sure21