who's a good little boy


we finally have a girl who does :”^) 


Hobi: wha t the f ack joon why are you wearing a lingerie

Joon: bish i have never worn a single lingerie in my life! that’s not me!

Hobi: shhhut up! you’re going to wake jin hyung up!

Joon: o k then why are you fu cking yoongi hyung huh??! i thought you loved jin hyung!

Hobi: sh ut up! i love jin hyung! i have never fuck ed anyone ever! im still holy

In the show, Butters Stotch is a generally good-natured, anxious little boy who inevitably ends up getting thrown into extremely fucked-up situations (like being almost murdered by his parents or accidentally causing the murder of the Kardashians). As it turns out, Butters wasn’t added to the show out of a desire to have a more rounded cast – it was the creators’ way of messing with their co-worker. Apparently, as they worked on the show, Stough started getting on Parker and Stone’s nerves with his mild-mannered demeanor and unbearable politeness, so they began picking on him. They’d call him “our little buddy” (which over the years morphed into Butters), mock his voice, and generally do everything short of trapping him inside a locker.

It was only a matter of time before they decided to take this heart-warming instance of workplace bullying to the next level by turning Stough into a character for the other kids to torment. Basically, Butters is Stough if he was an eight-year-old who inexplicably lacked a nose and ears.

While he was firmly opposed to the idea at first, and specifically told Parker and Stone not to add him to the show, today Stough seems to regard Butters’ existence as a harmless bit of friendly ribbing. Yeah, you know, that classic prank where your friends tell millions of people your dad cheats on your mom with other men and they’re both terrible people who psychologically abuse you on a daily basis.

5 Plotlines Where The Creators Secretly Trolled People

marino-kun  asked:

Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.

I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!


“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”

Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.

Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.

He’s one of only two kids here, which is not really unexpected given that this is the end-of-semester party for Prof. Martin’s honors criminal psych class. Not too many college kids around here with children. Stiles had assumed, like an idiot, that that was true for Derek, too. Or, more like, he hadn’t ever thought to wonder about it. He probably should have. At twenty-six, Derek is older than everyone else in the class except the professor. It’s totally plausible for a twenty-six-year-old to have a kid.

What seems less plausible is that that twenty-six-year-old with a kid would be Derek Hale. He just doesn’t look like Stiles’ idea of a dad. He came into class the first day in a leather jacket and tight jeans with this don’t-talk-to-me smolder, and Stiles spent most of that session pretending to look over the syllabus with the rest of the class while actually wondering what Derek looked like naked. He feels kind of skeevy about it now, if Derek is somebody’s dad.

It seems more and more likely that he is. The kid is a dark-haired little boy, not very talkative, and not five minutes after they arrived, he’d already bitten Prof. Martin’s daughter on the arm and been banished to time-out. That was about when Stiles felt he had to accept that yep, that was probably Derek’s kid.

Now Jamie and Derek are sitting together on the edge of the pool, dipping their feet in the water. Jamie is sniffling, but as Stiles watches, Derek pulls a kleenex out of the pocket of his leather jacket and carefully—tenderly, even—wipes at the kid’s face with it. Derek’s saying something to him, and he’s got this achingly gentle smile on his face that Stiles has never seen before, and then he’s pulling a quarter out of his pocket. At the flash of silver the kid stops crying, looking tentatively interested. Derek winks at him and pretends to put the coin back in his pocket, then reaches up and plucks it from behind his ear. Jamie stares at it, and then at Derek, dumbfounded. Derek does it a second time, faster, tickling the kid’s ear as he “finds” the coin, and Jamie giggles. It’s basically illegal levels of adorable.

Yeah, that confirms it. It’s definitely more than a simple lust-crush thing at this point, and Stiles is fucked.

Stiles looks over at Boyd. He’s busy on his phone, typing out a meticulous, grammatically correct reply to a wall of emojis from Erica. “So…” Stiles prompts. “Fatherhood?”

“I think you’re closer to needing adult supervision yourself than providing it to others,” Boyd decides, hitting send on his text. “You can be the fun uncle, at most.”

“Hmm,” Stiles says, and morosely eats a curly fry.


Stiles is over at the cooler on the patio, digging around through the ice to see if there’s any beer left, when someone clears their throat behind him. He waffles and snags a Sprite and turns around to see Derek hovering there, leaning an elbow on the railing.  

Stiles pops the tab open on his can and tries for a casual bro nod. “Hey. ‘Sup.”

“I like your shirt,” Derek says, biting his lip. “I am Groot.”

Stiles smiles and runs a hand down his chest, over the baby Groot on his shirt. “Yeah. I wasn’t gonna buy any more graphic tees, but then I saw it and I was powerless to resist.”

“Have you seen the sequel yet?”

Stiles throws his head back and groans. “No, and it’s killing me. I can’t wait. I’ve watched the trailer like ten times. I’ve been forcing myself to stay in my dorm and study, though. No movies for me. I mean, the way everyone was talking, I thought for sure Professor Martin’s final was going to torpedo my GPA. I’m actually feeling pretty good about it, though. I think I probably got, like, a low A. You?”

“Same. I feel sorry for anybody who didn’t keep up with the readings, though. That would torpedo their grade.”

Stiles snorts. He knows exactly who didn’t do the readings, because most of them are huddled together in a glum little group at the picnic table at the edge of the yard. “Definitely. There was so much on the final that was never even mentioned in class.”

Derek looks at him, lingering in a way that makes Stiles’ skin feel too hot. “I guess now that that’s over with, you can finally see the movie.”

“Yeah.” Stiles laughs, nervous without quite knowing why. Maybe it’s just that when Derek looks at him, it always makes him kind of nervous. “Guess so.”

Derek picks at the peeling label on his lemonade bottle, asks, “Do you maybe want to go see it with me?”


On the one hand, YES, hell yes, Stiles wants that, and the fact that Derek wants that makes him feel like breaking out dancing right here, right now, but—maybe Stiles feels slightly less like he should want it now than he did, oh, say, this morning.

In the distance, he can hear Jamie shriek-laughing down on the lawn as Heather tickle-attacks him. Dating Derek—seriously dating, because Stiles wouldn’t be down for casual, not in this case—would mean being in that kid’s life, maybe even eventually being that kid’s step-parent. And yeah, Jamie is cute. So is seeing how good Derek is with kids. But… Stiles’ gut reaction is “Yikes.”

Stiles agrees with Boyd on this one: Stiles should be the fun uncle at most. Stiles as a dad, responsible for the well-being of a small child? Yikes. Double yikes. Infinite yikes.

Derek is still staring at him, his smile fading to something more closed-off, more nervous, the longer Stiles doesn’t say anything. By the time Stiles says, “No, I—I’m sorry. I wish I could, but I can’t,” Derek doesn’t even look that surprised, more… resigned. Sad.

“Okay, well…” he says. “Thanks for considering it.” He nods, once, without quite looking at Stiles. Then he sets his lemonade down on the railing and walks away.


Stiles doesn’t really feel much like partying after that. There’s nothing like rejecting your crush—after a whole semester of trying to get them to ask you out, no less!—to ruin the mood. And anyway, he’s already eaten and socialized and done his time sitting around in the sunshine. He’s probably going to have sunburn all over his face and neck tomorrow to go along with his Derek-asked-me-out-and-I-said-no moping. He can be both emotionally and physically miserable at the same time. Great.

When he opens Prof. Martin’s front door, heading out to his Jeep parked up on the road, there’s a man jogging up the porch steps. He slows when he sees Stiles, shooting him a friendly enough smile.

“Everyone’s out back,” Stiles says. The guy looks a little older, like Derek’s age, maybe, and he has a tattoo on his arm, two thick dark lines. He definitely wasn’t in their class this semester. “Are you a friend of Professor Martin’s?”

“No, actually, I don’t know her. I’m Scott. I’m a friend of Derek’s. I’m just here to pick up my son for his dentist appointment.”

Stiles isn’t sure what his heart just did in response to that, but it’s probably nothing good. “Your son as in, the little boy who likes to bite people?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a phase he’s been going through,” Scott says apologetically, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “We’re working on it. Hope he wasn’t too much of a problem today. Derek asked Professor Martin if he could come, and she said it would be fine, so…”

“Yeah, it’s been good,” Stiles manages to say through his inner mantra of Stiles, you idiot.  

“Awesome. When Jamie heard Derek was going to a party, he just got so excited, you know? Kira—my wife—she tried to tell him it was a grown-up party, but he was really insistent. He’s kind of obsessed with Derek right now. Everything Derek does, Jamie wants to do.” Scott laughs a little. “You should’ve seen how excited he was when Kira hinted he might get a jacket just like Derek’s for his birthday.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles says faintly, because that mental image is almost too cute to handle. Also… apparently he isn’t leaving yet after all.


Stiles lingers as unobtrusively as possible on the back patio until Scott has collected Jamie from Derek, and then he heads over. For once, he’s able to sneak up on Derek, even though this time he’s not even trying. Derek’s clearly lost in his own head, standing alone over by the pool and staring down into the still water.

“Hey, Derek,” Stiles says, drifting to a stop a few feet away.

Derek jumps a little, then sees who it is and looks even more startled.

Stiles snorts. “Sorry, dude. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” Derek says, unconvincingly.

“Right, well. I just… I was just wondering if you still wanted to see that movie.”

Derek eyes him, wary and kind of puzzled. “Thirty minutes ago you said—”

“I know what I said. What I said was stupid.”

Derek’s expression doesn’t change, except to look incrementally more confused.

Stiles sighs. He’s just going to have to say it. “Thirty minutes ago I thought you were Jamie’s dad, okay? Now I know better.”

Derek uncrosses his arms. “Oh?”

“Yeah. And I figured… The date was probably going to go pretty well, and then there’d be another one and another.”

“That’s confident of you,” Derek says, cautiously pleased.

“Well,” Stiles shrugs, “I think I’ve spent enough time with you by now to know we’d be pretty great together, and honestly? I’m crazy about you. Any relationship with you, I would work like hell to make it work.”

Derek looks a little stunned.

Stiles forges on, hoping he’s not creeping Derek out. “So yeah, I figured if I said yes, it wouldn’t be just one date. And I figured I shouldn’t just jump into that without being prepared for what it might mean. Long-term.”

Derek steps in a little closer, and he’s just staring at Stiles and not saying anything and it’s wreaking havoc on Stiles’ nerves.

So, of course, he keeps talking, and talking. “Before you get creeped out, trust me, I know you’re just asking me out, not proposing marriage or whatever, but listen, I’m not going to jump into something with you if I’m not ready for the possibility of it getting serious one day. When you showed up with Jamie, I thought things getting serious between us might include your kid, and… Honestly, I’m not sure I want kids, and that’s not even getting into whether it’d be a good idea to give me a child. I feel like that could actually be a very terrifying idea, both for me and for him.”


“I mean, I’m happy enough seeing other people’s kids once in a while and then sending them home to their parents, you know? So I guess what I’m trying to say is, finding out you don’t have kids was basically the best news of my life because now I can say yes, like, the most enthusiastic of yeses—”

Derek kisses him. Stiles agreeably stops trying to talk, letting his eyes fall shut and his hands drift down to twist in Derek’s shirt. Who needs talking, anyway, when he has Derek gently coaxing his mouth open with his tongue. That’s the kind of communication style Stiles can really get behind.

After the third wolf-whistle from over by the picnic table, they reluctantly break apart. Derek looks satisfyingly dazed. Stiles feels like he probably does, too, because wow.

“I guess that was a yes to my yes?”

“That was a ‘Stiles, shut up before you run out of oxygen.’” Derek smiles. “And it was a yes.”



imagine a little boy who is brought up in a household that is full of chaos and upheaval. a little boy who never was told he was loved or shown one ounce of affection. a little boy who had so much love to give but was never taught how to give it or receive it. a little boy who went to church and felt like he had to suppress who he was to be a good christian. a little boy who thought he had to punish himself to be granted salvation and love from a god. a little boy who was completely and totally alone in the world and attached himself to a god so maybe one day he wouldn’t feel or be alone. a little boy whose father was taken away from him and whose mother never paid him the slightest bit of attention. a little boy who grew up watching his mother become more and more lifeless and broken as the years went on. a little boy who wanted to save her but couldn’t. a little boy who grew attached to films like the karate kid where another little boy broke out of his mundane and often cruel life and became someone who could fight against his oppressors and protect those he loved. a little boy who gave and gave and gave and never received anything in return. 

but suddenly one day he met another little boy who was just as alone as he was. a little boy just as damaged and just as broken. and maybe there was hope? maybe he wouldn’t be alone. maybe they would find family in each other. maybe that would be enough. and maybe they’d still be friends over thirty years later. and maybe when all was said and done they were more than friends. maybe they were brothers. and maybe they’d never ever feel alone again. 

sorry i haven’t been drawing as much, its probably because i foolishly bought another copy of animal crossing to make a faerie-themed town

Me, watching the first episode of Trollhunters and looking at the voice actors: “Okay, so we’ve got Loki as the first Trollhunter, Fraiser as the Mentor Troll, Van Pelt as the Treacherous Teacher, and Our Young Hero is Chekov.” 

anonymous asked:

Can I request Yoosung and MC in their first morning together? You know, after spending all night together. Can you do insecure MC who believes it's too good to be true?

My little omelette boi.~Madre Mod


Tbh yoosung is happy as fuck to have a girlfriend

You both spent the night being sickeningly sweet lovers!

Movies, games, trying to make some cookie-brownies, the whole shebang.

You both crashed on the couch, the tv still on and replaying whatever movie you both were watching.

You woke up first

At first you didn’t register the fact that you were asleep on top of yoosung, thinking you were at your house.

“It’s too good to be true.” You thought, snuggling into what you thought was your pillow.

“I was dreaming, no way a guy would be interested in me.” You mumbled.

Sleep Yoosung heard and slung his arms over onto your waist, bringing you closer to him.

You snapped your eyes open feeling foreign arms on your body, you look around in your alarmed state.

Sleep yoosung wasn’t having any of that movement so he sleeply grumbled something, saving a princess maybe? and held you tighter.

You finally see yoosung’s sleeping face, the small amount of drool coming out of his mouth.

You smile a little, deciding to enjoy this ‘dream’ a little more. You put your head back on yoosungs chest and fall back to sleep.

Sorry MC but you weren’t sleeping.

Fic Ideas 6-10

Note: Not all ideas are complete and will cut off at random times.
Note 2: Some are rather long and detailed.  

Holby City


Bernie finds Dom on the roof in tears and after a bit of pushing he tells her all about what happened with Isaac and when he admits what he did to Arthur’s medal, she swears she’ll make him pay and hugs on him for a while and after Dom leaves, feeling a little better, Bernie goes and finds Serena because that was Arthur’s medal and she knows that Serena will be pissed. And of course after Serena finds out, she drags EVERYONE into it, especially Henrik, Ric, Sacha and Jac, and of course it gets round that the consultants on all wards are mad/pissed at Isaac for some reason and one person finds out why and suddenly the entire hospitals against him and he finally asks what’s going on (because not only have they only just been on the right side of being professional, they’ve also started messing with everything else around him. His theatre schedule, his research -Jac’s doing- his life outside of the hospital, things are just being fucked up badly). 

The thing, he tells Serena about everything that’s happening to him and asks why, so she just turns to him and goes, “Despite the trouble he’s caused over the years, I have come to care a great deal about Dominic. He gave you an item of great importance to him and you quite literally stomped on it and broke it.“ 

"What ever he’s told you Ms Campbell-" 

"What you missed Dr Mayfield, Arthur meant a great deal to everyone in this hospital, myself included." 


"So there’s just one more thing I have left to say." 

"And what’s that?" 

Serena smiles brightly, "I will destroy you and your reputation, though that part is nearly complete, very much like you destroyed Arthur’s medal and Doms heart.”

“How dare-!”

“I dare because this is MY hospital and I will defend the people who work here with everything I am. Now be a good little boy and work out your contract and leave.”

7. Descendants - Old Gods AU

Based on this post.

Descendants of the old Gods are known to walk the earth, although over time they have become rare. As such, they are revered as Gods themselves by some and hated by others.

Most hide away, some don’t, but nor do they advertise their differences.

A few use it to their advantage.

Serena is the descendant of Athena from her mothers side, as is Jason.

Through her father, Serena is also a descendant of Apollo.

Serena doesn’t hide her status as a Descendant, sometimes even using it to the advantage of the hospital.

It comes as a great surprise when in blows Bernie, a child of Zeus.

She has learnt over the years to keep to herself for fear of hurting the ones she loves. This of course was part of the reason for the rift between her and her children, who had no knowledge of their mothers heritage until they learnt about the Old Gods in secondary school and realised why their mother was always zapping things and why her veins were so bright, as though light was running through them.

They never forgave her for not telling them.

Serena is ecstatic about having another Descendant in the hospital, until she finds out about the affair she had with a child of Demeter, one of the few people she found she could touch without injuring them. 


At a conference.

Woman: So you two run the ward together.
Bernie: Yes.
Woman:So you’re friends?
Bernie: We’re together.
Woman: Oh! Best friends, how lovely! That explains why you’re so affectionate with each other!
Bernie: ………??
Serena: She just had me pinned against the wall of the hallway and made me come twice.
Bernie: O.O
Serena: Caught on now?
Woman: …Oh. *Slumps away to another small group and refuses to look at them.* 
Bernie: *Laughs* My Gal.

9. Kiss, Hit, Run

Serena’s involved in a hit and run while Bernie’s in Ukraine and has to stay in hospital for a while, leaving Jason alone.

Raf and Fletch offer to take him in, but after a few days, it becomes apparent that with the four other children, Jason can’t cope with the constant changing of schedule and ask his Auntie to find another solution. 

She thinks of calling Bernie, but considering her first few calls were ignored, she decides against it and asks the only other person who is able to understand Jason and his need for routine, Mr. Hanssen.

After a few days of Hanssen coming to the house to pick Jason up for his shifts and staying with him afterwards until he goes to bed, Hanssen consults Serena on him temporarily moving into her spare room to make things easier.

A week passes since he moves in and on the seventh day, he comes downstairs to make them both breakfast only to find that it’s already started and Bernie sitting at the table with a mug of coffee.

“Why didn’t you ring to tell me what had happened?”

“I was told not to.”


“Ms Campbell said not to inform you until you’re return, or not at all if she was back at work before your return.” He sits, “As you have returned before such a thing, Ms Campbell was involved in a hit and run just over two weeks ago.”

“And her condition?”

“Broken collar bone, wrist and two ribs, one of which punctured her lung.”


Jason soon joins them and asks about breakfast which Bernie says will be ready in two minutes.

“Good, if it’s not we will be late for our visit to see Auntie Serena.” Jason tilts his head, “Will you be coming with us Doctor Bernie?”

“If it’s alright with you Jason, I would like to visit your Aunt as well.”

“It is. I believe Auntie Serena misses you. She will be happy you are back.”

“I hope so too.”


After becoming such close friends, it becomes a weekly tradition for Bernie and Serena to have dinner together on the nights Jason goes to Chess Club. 

Serena cooks.

Bernie brings the wine…provided she remembers.

On the day of the dinner, Serena has the day off and Jason is away to stay the night at Alans, so she spends the day lazying around, reading her favorite book while curled up on the sofa in nothing but her knickers and over sized jumper. So engrossed with her book, she forgets what day it is and her plans to make Bernie’s favourite meal, Shepards Pie. 

Bernie rocks up, on time for once, and just walks in as she has started to do, calling out that she’d remembered the wine this time and heads to the kitchen, only to stop when she spots Serena in the lounge, curled up reading.

She stands there, wine forgotten as she takes in the cuteness of the scene. 

It takes a moment, but Serena finally realises she’s no longer alone and turns to face her.

“You look comfy.”

It’s with that comment Serena remembers that she’s only in her knickers and jumper. She instantly turns red and tries to tug the hem of the jumper down to cover her legs. When she looks up again, she finds Bernie still staring and gives up on covering her legs and just pulls her hands back up into her sleeves, mumbling, “Please stop staring at me.”

*SPOILERS* 12x17 “The British Invasion”

I really want to talk about Harry Potter Mick and Draco Malfoy Ketch and how Ketch is the ‘good little boy’ who is so brainwashed and follows the orders he is given.

I really want to talk about how Mick caught the short end of the stick. FU Bucklemming. 

I really want to talk about the Mick/Cas parallels.

I really want to squeal over Eileen and Sam (Saileen!), because OMIGOSH they are so adorable.

I really want to kick Bucklemming in the groin for the nonsensical Crowley/Lucifer scenes. COME ON.

I really want to 1) show my disgust that Mary had a one night stand with Ketch, but 2) I actually want to laugh about Ketch getting all emotional that Mary would even do such a thing to him. Don’t tell her she isn’t built to be in a relationship, because JOHN.

I really want to scream at Bucklemming (AGAIN) for not having Dean question THE COLT (Where did you get this, Sam? How did you get this, Sam? WTF, SAM?)


But I can’t talk about any of this.

Because…all I can focus on is the way that Dean’s hand fidgeted with the phone after he left Cas a voicemail.

All I can see is Dean’s expression when Sam asked if he thinks Cas is “alright”. 

All I ask for in 12x18 is more pining from Dean. 

Maybe a “Damnit, Cas. Where the hell are you?” from Dean as he slams his hand against the steering wheel. And then a far off look, with tears welling up in his eyes (YOU CAN DO IT, JENSEN, WE KNOW YOU CAN). Give us something to hold onto as we wait for the return of Our Favorite Angel in 12x19.

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Can we appreciate the fact that Leon in Shadows of Valentia is a bara lover.

And that he’s the first LGBT character in Fire Emblem who isn’t a creepy-ass kinky sinner like Niles or Rhajat (Soleil’s not totally off the hook for how aggressively she pursues women).

Like Valbar ain’t really my cup of tea but if I was in the game and Leon told me Valbar is the guy he’s crushing on I’d be like “Hell yeah my dude” and high five him or something because I could somewhat relate.

-Shura’s wife