why didn't we get this

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Happy Mother’s Day! 

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This looks like the missing scene we should of got where Stiles received his acceptance letter to George Washington University. Scott is obviously the first one to know. But right when Stiles opens it, he just throws it to Scott and starts running downstairs to tell his dad. I bet the Sheriff took Stiles and Scott to a high class- fancy dinner place that same night to celebrate.

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Unexpected Guests: Page 2

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Whoops this update is really long, sorry for stretching the page =u=;; I hope it was worth it though! I wanted to get to the fun part.

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Daisy Johnson in Agents of SHIELD: ‘Farewell, Cruel World!’

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  Hi angels! Kat is adorable, and Clary is finally getting an enkeli rune in season 3!

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GLEE MEME: Ten Episodes
4. What The World Needs Now

starrbomb  asked:

Another au as a thank you for the kind words; bunny!Lance always super defensive, never relaxing all the way from instincts and everything, then Lance starts to date Kolivan. (Fluff and smut ensue)Then one day after training Lance still has some energy but Kolivan is just too tired so Lance just flops over on his side next to him. doesn’t understand the significance of it until Hunk and shiro come in and gasp lightly at Lance’s show of trust.

-We don’t mean to ignore you, we love you, but we all got horrid memories you absolute blessing of a person-

Imagine Lance’s skittishness only increasing as the war goes on, spiking after the explosion that nearly killed him. He can never seem to totally relax around anyone except for Hunk, and even then he can’t stay relaxed for long. Sometimes staying with Hunk is worse seeing as Hunk’s anxiety fuels Lance’s own, which is why Lance is a bit dismissive when Hunk begins to rile himself up, quick to try and shut down the panic before it spreads to himself.

Kolivan seeing how skittish Lance is and inquiring on why that is; Shiro explaining about the Bunny genetics as best as he can, but “You’re probably better off asking Lance.”

Kolivan asking Lance about it, learning about how the war keeps Lance in a state of near panic often. How even when he seems relaxed or excited its him turning his panicked energy into excitement so that he doesn’t focus on the fact that he’s vulnerable in the crowds. The fact that he does enjoy people’s company helps, but there’s still that fear…

That being said: Lance does omit that part about flopping over beside people. he’s only ever felt relaxed enough with his mother and father -his siblings were all little rascals. Like hell he’d relax around them- so when he does flop down beside Kolivan after training, Kolivan thinks nothing of it. They’re both tired, of course Lance is going to flop down like this.

I raise you this instead though: Hunk does come in eventually to tell them dinner’s ready, but the second the door opens Lance is sitting up in a more defensive stance, far less relaxed. -The door opening had startled him- Kolivan finds that semi-normal and doesn’t think too much of it. They’ve been in some sort of close relationship for awhile now, he’s learned some of Lance’s instincts.

That is until it happens again, and again, and Kolivan realizes that he’s never seen Lance actually relax like this around others. He asks Hunk about it, surely Lance’s best friend will know. Right?

That’s when Hunk flat out squeals because, “Okay, to be honest, I was still on the ledge about you two being together because like you’re an alien and leading a galran army, but you didn’t seem to bad, but omgs that’s so awesome that he trusts you so much! You have to take pictures, I need to see this-” And Kolivan has no idea what he just got himself into, but at least now he has Hunk’s 100% approval? Right?

The next time Lance flops down beside Kolivan, Kolivan can’t help but smile. He wonders how he can return the show of trust…

-And ooo baby, when they finally do the do and realize how fast bunnies can uh… get “re-energized” again… they have fun with that. They have a lot of fun with that-

- Mod Mizu 💙💜💙

A. MALCOLM

PRINTER AND BOOKSELLER

it said, and beneath this, Books, calling cards, pamphlets, broadsheets, letters, etc.

I stretched out my hand and touched the black letters of the name. A. Malcolm. Alexander Malcolm. James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser. Perhaps.

Another minute, and I would lose my nerve. 

I shoved open the door and walked in.There was a broad counter across the front of the room, with an open flap in it, and a rack to one side that held several trays of type. Posters and notices of all sorts were tacked up on the opposite wall; samples, no doubt.

The door into the back room was open, showing the bulky angular frame of a printing press. Bent over it, his back turned to me, was Jamie.

“Is that you, Geordie?” he asked, not turning around. He was dressed in shirt and breeches, and had a small tool of some kind in his hand, with which he was doing something to the innards of the press. “Took ye long enough. Did ye get the—”

“It isn’t Geordie,” I said. My voice was higher than usual. “It’s me,” I said. “Claire.”

He straightened up very slowly. He wore his hair long; a thick tail of a deep, rich auburn sparked with copper. I had time to see that the neat ribbon that tied it back was green, and then he turned around.

He stared at me without speaking. A tremor ran down the muscular throat as he swallowed, but still he didn’t say anything..

It was the same broad, good-humored face, dark blue eyes aslant the high, flat cheekbones of a Viking, long mouth curling at the ends as though always on the verge of smiling. The lines surrounding eyes and mouth were deeper, of course. The nose had changed just a bit. The knife-edge bridge was slightly thickened near the base by the ridge of an old, healed fracture. It made him look fiercer, I thought, but lessened that air of aloof reserve, and lent his appearance a new rough charm.

I walked through the flap in the counter, seeing nothing but that unblinking stare. I cleared my throat.

“When did you break your nose?”

The corners of the wide mouth lifted slightly.

“About three minutes after I last saw ye—Sassenach.”

There was a hesitation, almost a question in the name. There was no more than a foot between us. I reached out tentatively and touched the tiny line of the break, where the bone pressed white against the bronze of his skin.

He flinched backward as though an electric spark had arced between us, and the calm expression shattered.

“You’re real,” he whispered. I had thought him pale already. Now all vestiges of color drained from his face. His eyes rolled up and he slumped to the floor in a shower of papers and oddments that had been sitting on the press—he fell rather gracefully for such a large man, I thought abstractedly.

(8) Gladio’s pick-up lines

Gladio: Hey, Iggy. You feeling better?
Ignis: what about?
Gladio: Your fever.
Ignis: ?? I had no fever?
Gladio: Oh. My bad. You just looked so hot last night.
Ignis: Omfg, Gladio, not in front of the kids.