will also made him wear the hat

pittsburgh penguins ranked in order of how much they hate me
  1. evgeni malkin: posts pictures of himself on social media, knowing that i will see them and cry. grows patchy playoff beards that i am somehow attracted to. fights all the time. snipes filthy goals. takes,,, so many penalties. clearly wants me dead.
  2. sidney crosby: every time he giggle-honks it is a personal attack on my well-being and i am 98% sure he knows it. also continues to wear The Hat despite knowing that i love his post-game curls.
  3. kris letang: has a v cute son and a v pretty wife and doesn’t ever bring them over to my house ???? v v rude, tanger. obviously hates me a great deal.
  4. patric hornqvist: gives me heart palpations whenever he’s shirtless. which is always.
  5. brian dumoulin: deliberately made me fall in love with him before revealing himself as a frat boy who doesn’t know what indy music is in some bizarre plot to end me. 
  6. phil kessel: hasn’t given me his sister’s phone number, so clearly doesn’t want me to be happy.
  7. carl hagelin: has prettier hair than me. knows he has prettier hair than me. chooses to flaunt the fact that he has prettier hair than me. clearly a lot of hatred there.
  8. trevor daley: has yet to teach me his skin care routine or secrets for looking Like That.
  9. chris kunitz: is 37 years old and still looks so Good that it can only be an attempt to end my life.
  10. olli maatta: a literal ray of sunshine who wants to burn me alive from the inside out with the power of his smile.
  11. justin schultz: has a sinister plot to make me attracted to men with missing teeth and beards.
  12. matt cullen: is Team Dad but refuses to adopt me.
  13. nick bonino: posts pictures of maisie and jake together with the understanding that i will see these pictures and pass out. obviously wishes me harm.
  14. conor sheary: knows that i die a little every time he gets injured. still has the audacity to allow himself to be injured.
  15. jake guentzel: hasn’t proposed to me yet???????? obviously hates me at least a little.
  16. bryan rust: hasn’t responded to any of my long, extensive, hand-written love letters. clearly dislikes me.
  17. matt murray: has a Large Dog named beckham that he will post about but will not bring to my home so i can pet???? wtf matt.
  18. marc-andre fleury: loves me, supports me, wants me to be happy.

anonymous asked:

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to play soccer mom? Not one where Steve played your soccer son

well, last week i kicked the heads off of about fifteen robots, and then used them as projectiles to hit other robots with. does that count as soccer? afterwards i yelled at steve for taking his helmet off dramatically in the middle of a fight. he got a concussion. again.

its not there to prevent hat hair steven, its so you DONT DIE. which is also my job, and i can use all the help i can get. 

maybe we should get him a pair of sunglasses or something, so he has something he can remove at a dramatic point mid-combat without actually losing safety equipment. sometimes i think the star-spangled show actually made his tendency towards the dramatic even worse. 

anonymous asked:

hello! I really love your art and it really inspires me!! Could you please draw your version of Septiceye Sam? Thank you so much!!

Happy my art inspires you dude, also I haven’t drawn septiceye sam as a human a lot, so here’s a beta version design I made up now (he’s also wearing Jack’s hat) lol I kinda love him lol Did I make a good Septiceye Sam design?

anonymous asked:

is it wrong to have a wallet chain? is this the next 'can't tie your shirt on your hips' kinda thing?

um first of all everyone can tie their shirts around their waists i really don’t understand why everyone made fun of him for this:

it’s super fucking hot and i wish he had kept it like that for the whole day but alas~

the thing with the wallet chain is that jensen tends to wear some incredibly… hipster dad clothes. in his downtime he dresses like a 90s grunge store thrift shopper rock star and it drives me absolutely wild for some reason. this post is me. 

most obvious example of this heart-stopping aesthetic is of course the wallet chain:

and even worse is the pharrell hat (plus a bonus wallet chain??):

the denim jacket is also a nice touch. put jensen in more worn denim jackets 2k17.

other honorable mentions: the hideous mustard pants and jensen’s collection of bracelets.

he hasn’t really experimented with shoes much yet, but i would KILL to see him in this pair that misha has:

they definitely fit his style. these plus the above denim jacket? that’s it goodbye i am down for the count, mi amigo.

anyway my ultimate wish is for ^ those shoes + pharrell hat + wallet chain + beard onstage at a panel. i have been mercilessly kinkshamed for this (aHEM MCK AYL A) but i refuse to give up hope.

(so no, the wallet chain is not a bad thing at all.)

sanji will take over germa66 and turn it into germa77

Now the two things that immediately caught my attention were the G-77 Usopp drew and the “Next’ sign.

At the time of this chapter, it would be impossible to connect it with anything. But now looking back on it, I think this is a reference to the organisation Germa 66?

Is it really a coincidence that Usopp drew the NEXT palindromic number after 66? Also what does the ‘G’ stand for? Germa?

They also might rename the organisation to Germa-77 as a reference to Sanji as it stands on new ideology, Sanji’s ideology, Mr 7.

One of the numbers Sanji is associated is the number 7.

His first bounty was 77 million

His second bounty is 177 million

His height pre timeskip was 177cm

(He was the 7th straw hat to be sent away by Kuma and the 7th straw hat to return.bbsa
If you remember correctly when he arrived back at Saboady Zoro called him Number 7 as it was the order in which they arrived back.  I think this foreshadows sanji taking over germa66 renaming it germa77 plus on the cover image for chapter 835  sanji has the word king on it 

(edit : as pernanegra said  and how Also his childhood wearing an iron mask is very similar to the character in the movie "The Man in the Iron Mask”, which was the twin brother of the king of France, who made everyone believe he was dead. In the end, the man in the iron mask becomes the king of France with the help of the three musketeers, becoming one of the best and fair king.)

Sanji said at the start of WCI  that he wanted to give Germa another chance but he was dissapointed  so sanji could end up reforming germa under 

and this will fullfill what he said before if he takes over the feared evil army 


Deep Space Nine RECAP: 6x13

Whoa wait. Somehow in everyone’s pitching of notable™ episodes to recap and season primers and what all else, I had not gotten that this one was


Wow okay!!

Season 6, Episode 13: ‘Far Beyond the Stars’

Captain Benjamin Sisko sits at his desk surrounded by a litter of iPads, like so many fallen leaves — like so many of his fallen comrades.

“The Cortez was a good ship!” he mourns to Major Kira. He had introduced the captain to his wife. And now, the war with the Dominion has taken them too.

Kira passes Papa Sisko at the doorway — Ben’s dad is finally visiting Deep Space 9! But it has not been the cheeriest visit, laden down as Ben has been with war and loss. Sweetly, his dad tells him that’s actually why he came: “I’ve been worried about you. The last couple of times we talked it seemed like you were carrying the weight of the entire Alpha Quadrant on your shoulders.”

Captain Atlas confides that he doesn’t know how much more he can bear. He wonders…he wonders if he should pass the weight to someone else. Let someone else make the decisions, have the glories and the losses. Have his command.

Papa Sisko assures Ben he will support him no matter what happens.

What then happens is René Auberjonois walking past the door wearing an old-fashioned suit & hat, which presumedly is not what he had in mind.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! friendship hcs for Kuroo, Akaashi and Asahi, please? :)

AN: I LOVE FRIENDSHIP HEAD CANONS you guys don’t understand. Can I make this college au ok thanks slightly nsfw!!!!! just kuroo tbh lol


  1. The type of friend to follow you home and hang out at your place without an invite. Casually kicks off his shoes, says wassup to your roommate, eats all of your shit, and plops on the futon.
  2. Would make you his wingman/woman by default, or the other way around. Loves knowing that his friend got laid because of him.
  3. Is very… open. Would ask you weird shit like, “Hey, does this look like an ingrown hair to you?” or “This is what my penis normally looks like, right?” and “What do you masturbate to? I bet it’s those drama audios, huh?”
  4. If you forgot something at home, Kuroo’s got you. A scarf because you didn’t think it was too cold out, a gym shirt, even lunch, Kuroo would run back to his apartment to get it for you (or he accidentally slept through his 8am, so he was already home).
  5. Is really good at giving advice. He’s pretty seasoned and experienced with life to be honest, and even if he hasn’t experienced your problem first hand, he always carefully plays it out in his head as if he did and would give you the best advice he could. He gives it to you without sugar coating it, either, because he wants to make sure you’re being careful and that you won’t get hurt in the end.
  6. Is a mom; he makes you soup when you’re dying at home in bed. He’s learned to switch from packaged and canned soups to actually making his own (he’s had a lot of practice).
  7. Makes fart noises when you bend over.


  1. An amazing listener. If you text him about having a terrible day, in an instant, he would ask if you want to meet up or call him so you could vent to him. He’s not the type to just listen quietly, either; he would try to respond and give you advice or make you feel better.
  2. Always remembers significant events. He remembers the day you first met, your birthday, your anniversary with your significant other, that time you drank too much at the club and made out with a stranger, you name it. He marks it on his calendar and tells you the day every year.
  3. Is the type of person to buy something small and give it to you because it made him think of you. He would probably tie it back to a memory you both shared together.
  4. Would scold you when you’re sick because you didn’t wear a hat like he told you.
  5. Would also scold you when you forgot to finish that worksheet for homework (but would still give you his to copy, anyways)
  6. Comes over to your apartment just so he can scold you about how messy it is, but then proceeds to clean it himself and then offers to bake cookies afterwards.
  7. He normally buys healthy foods for groceries, so when he comes over, he eats all of your junkfood on his cheat days.
  8. Always makes sure that you set time aside so you can go watch his games. He tries to not make it a big deal, but it’s very important to him that you’re there to watch him because he gets nervous sometimes and you’re able to calm him down easily.


  1. Also an amazing listener! If you’re having a bad day, he would be more likely than Akaashi to ask you to meet with him in person instead of talking about it over the phone.
  2. Is always very concerned about you. On cold days he asks if you have gloves, on your sick days he asks if you need medicine, on days that you’re mad he asks if you want any food. Even if you say no, he knows you’re lying, so he brings everything anyways.
  3. Always comes to you for advice. He’s just a shy guy trying to get through college, so when he’s having trouble with someone he finds cute, he comes to you for help and is very desperate about it, it’s very cute.
  4. Because you guys hang out all the time, he gets a little anxious when you’re not around. If you miss class because you’re sick, he’ll sit through lecture texting you because he misses you so much. Even when he’s at his own apartment, he’ll still be texting you often.
  5. He cherishes your birthday more than you do. He is very persistent about you spending the day with all of your friends, so he makes it a big deal. He’ll reserve a party at a restaurant, order your cake, and even gifts you something very special from the heart. He likes to hand make his gifts, so it’ll probably contain lots of pictures, ticket stubs/receipts, and other quirky things.
  6. Forces you to go grocery shopping with him because you don’t eat your vegetables.
  7. Only trusts you to cut his hair because you know how he likes to style his fringe.
Jughead & Reader: Similarities

Summary: As the new girl in town, you’re hesitant to share your home life with any of the people at school, fearing they’d judge you. But then you realize you’re not alone when someone tells you another kid in town comes from the same background.


Listen to: Trouble - Avicii

“Come on,” you said while talking to your dad, standing in front of your new school after he dropped you off. “The teachers want to meet with you. They need to talk to you about everything because I’m new here.”

“I’m not coming to your school to meet your teachers so they can tell me how terrible of a father I am,” your dad said. “You’ve been through all of this before. You’ve been a new student before. You can handle it.”

“Dad, it’s not up to me,” you explained. “The principal and my teachers need to talk to you!”

“Well too bad,” he said. “I’m not coming in. They’re just going to look down on me and I’m tired of putting up with that. If they really want to talk to me, they can call me. But I’m not coming into that school.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to figure out if you were even surprised by his response. He’d done this before and he wasn’t super reliable. So it wasn’t shocking that he refused to step foot in your new high school. 

“Dad, please,” you said to him.

He shook his head. “See you at home. Pick up some food from Pop’s on your way,” he said before walking to his car and driving off. 

You watched him drive away, feeling sick to your stomach. You couldn’t really be surprised but you were still disappointed.

Shaking your head, you started towards the school, figuring your second day at Riverdale would be just as terrible as the first. As you made your way up the stone steps, someone walked up to you.

“Hey, you’re in my Biology class,” she said. “I’m Betty.”

You looked at this sweet, innocent, kind of preppy girl with her hair pulled tightly into a pony tail. She was smiling at you, waiting for you to introduce yourself. 

“Oh uh, yeah. I’m _____,” you told her. 

“So, I couldn’t help but hear your conversation with your dad. Is… is everything okay?” She asked nicely. 

You rolled your eyes. “Everything’s fine. My dad’s just a dick,” you told her as you entered the school.

She followed. “Is there anything I can help with?”

You turned to her. “You don’t even know me. Why are you being so nice?” You weren’t trying to be rude. You were genuinely wondering why a complete stranger would try to help you. 

“Well,” she said uneasily, “I have friend who also doesn’t have a great home life… or a great father. Do you know Jughead?” She looked down the hall and pointed to a guy who looked vastly different from the people around him. 

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the last link

pairing: johsnavi

summary: okay this is a long time in the making but @lilldov and I had a lil convo about Usnavi being very attatched to his hat because it reminds him of his parents and what might happen if something where to happen to that hat (here is some art he did from this prompt that broke my heart)

word count: 1883

He had worn the hat since he was seven. The first time someone decided it would be funny to play keep away with it when he was in middle school. He had barely hit 4’6 when he started middle school and his huevos still hadn’t dropped yet meaning his voice sounded like he had a consistent helium drip IV in his arm.

An easy target some would say.

Some would also say he overreacted. He would say those some are full of shit. 

His parents had been dead for nearly five years when he entered sixth grade and he didn’t have many memories of them. Abuela did her best to preserve their memory in his mind. Constant stories about them and the walls littered with pictures. The few memories that Usnavi did have of them were happy. They were as kind and as caring in his mind as they were in Abuela’s stories.

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Our One Year-Jack Maynard Imagine

Word Count: 1,507

Request: jack imagine where he does something really cute for your one year anniversary?? if not that’s okay! love you and your imagines :)

Author’s Note: I loved writing this one. Especially because Jack is my fave and it’s super cute.


It had been one year. One year since you started dating your boyfriend Jack. Not only were you boyfriend and girlfriend, you were each other’s best friends. Out of all the guys you’ve dated, no one compared to him. He made you feel like a princess. You were his princess. He treated you like no other man had.

You awoke early to make you and Jack a special breakfast. It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining without a cloud in sight. You sat on the edge of your side of the bed, glancing back at your sleepy boy. He looked so cuddly. With his curled, blonde bedhead and his face nuzzled in his pillow. You took your hand and played with a little curl in front of his face. Then swept it back in place.You stood up to stretch. Slowly walking to the kitchen wearing one of Jack’s shirts.

You were busy making breakfast, when you heard Jack emerge from your room. “Good Morning J” you said sweetly. He walked over to you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. Making you twitch and tense your shoulders up a bit in response.

“Good morning princess. Happy 1 year anniversary.” he smiled. “Oooh what do we have here?” Holding you with his arms around your waist.

“Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream.”

“Oh my goodness! Look at you go! How did I get so lucky?” He spun you around to face him, giving you a kiss. Then resting his forehead against yours.

“I have something to tell you, but I don’t know if you’re going to like it.” he said abruptly.

“What is it?.” you asked with a puzzled expression.

Jack had his head down, bringing his arm up over his shoulder into a stretch. “Umm…I uh have to have some phone meetings today. And I’m not sure when I’ll be done. It probably won’t be until later this evening.” He had a nervous expression on his face, waiting for your reaction.

You crossed your arms, staring at him in disbelief. “Are you actually serious? On our first anniversary? We’re not going to get to spend any time together.” you pouted.

Jack reached out and grabbed your hands, “I know princess. I’m so sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. I tried to reschedule. No such luck.”

You knew if he could, Jack would do anything to be able to spend the day with you. That didn’t mean you were any less disappointed. He took his hand, lifting your chin to meet his ice blue eyes. “Hey I have an idea. How about you take my card and go to Piccadilly for a little shop. Then later when you come back, we can spend the whole night together. And we can watch whatever movie you want.” he suggested.

It wasn’t at all what you had in mind for your one year, but something was better than nothing. Right? You pouted then glanced back up at Jack. “Fine.” you huffed.

“That’s my girl.” he smiled, bringing you in for a hug. “Now go get ready! I have a special ride coming to take you out for the day.” You shot him a look of confusion as you walked back to your room to change.

After you got dressed and put on some makeup, you took a seat on the sofa. Wondering what Jack could possibly have in store for you.

*The intercom buzzed*

“Babe I’m on the phone, but go downstairs I think your ride is here. Have fun! I love you!” he called.

“Ok! Love you too!” calling back to him. You made your way down the stairs of your flat and stepped out to the curb. That’s when you saw a black Mercedes pull up in front of you. You instantly knew whose car it was.

*Beep Beep!* the horn sounded. The window rolled down to reveal the driver wearing a chauffeur hat. Of course it was Conor. “Hey did someone order a car?” he asked with a cheesy grin as he laughed to himself. You adored Conor. He was a big goof, but that’s what you loved about him. You also appreciated his humor, especially considering how your day was going.

“Was this your idea or Jack’s?” you giggled as you got in the car.

He looked back at me from the driver’s seat, “Both of ours. But the hat was my idea.”

“Of course it was.” shaking your head.

“What (Y/N)? You don’t like it? I think I look sexy, it suits me you know?”

“Oh for sure! Next time we go out, you should definitely wear that!” you said sarcastically.

He made a funny face in attempt to make me smile. But I just looked down at my feet, fidgeting with my fingers. He noticed I wasn’t in the best mood. “Look (Y/N) I know today isn’t exactly what you hoped for, but I promise it’ll be alright. You’ll still get to celebrate your anniversary and spend time with Jack. It may not be ideal, let’s just try to make the best of it. We can still have a good day!”

You realized Conor was right. Jack couldn’t help that he had to work. You could be flexible today. Plus, now you could spend the day with both of your favorite boys.

Conor took you all around London. He was an absolute trooper. You went shopping, dragging him around from shop to shop. He helped you carry your bags. You also had a lovely lunch and got to catch up, hearing all about his recent weekend gig. As the sun started to set, you realized you actually had a pretty great day. However, you were eager to get home and see Jack.

The car pulled up to your flat, Conor got out and opened the side door for you. You thanked him, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and a hug. Then waved as he drove off. You were so excited to finally see your boyfriend after being away all day. Finding yourself quickly climbing the stairs, racing to your front door, while trying not fall or drop anything. You turned the key and swung the door open with your hands full.

“Jack? Babe?” you yelled, anticipating a response. Nothing. Where could he be? You set down your bags to go investigate. “Jack this isn’t funny. Where are you?”

Still confused, you stepped down the hallway to your bedroom. When you reached the doorway, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You walked in to see dozens of colorful balloons and fairy lights. Each balloon had pictures of you and Jack tethered to the end of the strings. On your bed were rose petals in the shape of a heart, and a box with a big bow on top. You put your hand over your mouth in surprise. Your eyes welled up with tears. As you stepped back and turned, there in the doorway stood Jack. You ran over to jump in his arms. He found his balance and held you close. You joined in a long, sweet kiss.

As you pulled away, “Do you like it?” he smiled looking into your eyes.

“Like it? I love it J! I can’t believe you did all this.” you delighted as he put you down from his arms.

“I know it’s not the day you imagined because I had to work, but I still wanted it to be special. You’re my everything. You deserve to feel important and loved princess. So here you go.” He handed me the box with the big bow. “Open it!” he insisted.

Inside the box, was a beautiful necklace from Harrods. Nothing too flashy. It was a simple jewel with just enough sparkle. “Oh my gosh, I love it! Thank you love. It’s beautiful.” you gasped, pressing a kiss to his lips.

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the sofa, with a glass of rose and watching a movie. It was perfect. You suddenly felt Jack untangle from you and saw him sit up to reach for something. Intrigued, you sat up next to him.

He turned to you and handed you another box. “I actually have one last gift for you.”

As you unwrapped the gift,“Jack! The necklace was lovely and more than enough…” you paused when you saw what was inside. “Seriously? Jack you cheeky boy! Are these a gift for me or for you?” glaring at him, holding up a set of lingerie and giving him a shove.

“I thought they could be for both of us!” he shrugged, laughing uncontrollably.

“You are something else! You know that?”

“I know. That’s why you love me.” tackling you back down to the sofa for a cuddle. He squeezed and wrapped his arms around your body.Then playfully pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Yeah you’re right.” you smirked, nuzzling into his arm. “I love you Jack.”

“I love you too (Y/N). Happy one year princess.”

Chocobros and their S/O reuniting after the final battle

I finished the game yesterday and god save me….

Because I’m a sucked for happy endings, this is very important to moi and I’m Determined to make it happy and long(ish).

As per usual, you (the reader) are part of the gang. BUT you were seperated from each other.

I want to say last time I didn’t capture the bros all that well. So I’m going to try something a little different.

Hope you guys enjoy!

PS. THERE WAS NO OLDER GLADIO GIF SO I HAD TO IMPROVISE! And Iggy’s one made me cry…. but I don’t know why.

But do enjoy… And don’t forget to send requests my way :)

It all happened so fast. One minute, you and the love off your life were fighting side by side. The next? No one was next to you. Just buildings and rubble. You were hurt. Not terribly so. But the velocity in which the rubble and came down had knocked you backwards, knocking you out cold. And when you awoke, your head pounded. You felt dizzy, nauseous. And then the grey wardens daemons came.

Gladio had managed to stand up relatively quickly. He coughed, dust from debris getting down his throat. He braced himself against the stone work, taking a few moments to regain himself.

Once he straightened himself up, he looked around. The others were okay but…where were you? Were you seperated from them?
He worried now.

“____?” He called your name. There was no reply. “___!?” He called it again, louder this time. “Answer me, ___!” His concern washed over him in a flit of anger.

“Gladio, we have no time to waste.” Ignis spoke calmly. And Noctis put a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll look for her once this is sorted.”

Gladio could only sigh, defeated. “Right.”

~~~ 💕 ~~~

When the light from the crystal pushed back the darkness, Gladio could only smile, the deamons bursting into particles at the bright light. Ten years without light had made the day so much brighter. So blinding. But he couldn’t care less.

He had you to find. He wanted you to see it so badly. He let the others know where he was going and set out to find you.

When he did, you were staggering. He watched you for a few moments, amused that, despite your new injuries, you were still carrying a smile.

He shook his head and walked towards you, reaching you quickly. You were now showing at him. When you went to speak, however, he brought you into a warm embrace.

No words were needed. The warmth of his embrace was enough to assure you that everything was okay.

And it was even better when Gladio received a call. Noctis was alive. The king had called him personally. The King’s shield couldn’t help but laugh in joy. He put his phone in his pocket and lifted you by your hips, spinning you around for a few moments before lowering you to his chest.

“No more daemons every day. You okay with that?” He grinned as he held your wrists.

“I’ve have had enough of them to last a lifetime.” You leaned into him, smiling gently. “I love you, Gladdy.”

He laughed that dorky laugh you loved so much and kissed you gently. “I love you, too.”

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Prompto was in hysterics. Even after ten years of fighting daemons, he still couldn’t bear to lose you all over again. He missed you terribly when he was captured. He almost lost you to multiple daemons. You had almost lost each other throughout the years. He ran to the rubble, calling out your name constantly. He fought back his emotions, the constant night having dwindled his optimistic self slightly, when you never replied.

But his heart became heavy, weighing down til it felt like it was in his stomach. Worry made him feel nauseous. But he knew that the King needed his throne. That the prophecy must be fulfilled. 

He took a deep breath. An placed his forehead against the rubble. “I’ll come back for you, Princess.”

~~~ 💕 ~~~

Prompto looked at himself, then at Gladio and Iggy. He tought he was dreaming. They were alive. They lived. He was sure they were going to die. Emotions took over him and he collapsed to his knees, hitting the floor as laughter of disbelief and tears of shock overwhelmed him. 

The sun as back. It was blinding. It was heavenly.It was beautiful. It was warm. It was summer. It was beautiful. 

“Prompto, the hell are you on the floor?”

He looked up from the floor, finding Noctis standing there with a bright smile on his face. Prompto only cried harder and hugged the King’s leg. “We must be heaven. You should… should’ve….”

Noctis’ laughter filled the air and he crouched down, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “We’re very much alive. I’m as surprised as you are, to be honest.”

Prompto hugged Noctis properly now, causing the King to pat his head. “Really?”

“Hm-hm. Now you have the love of your life to find don’t you?”

Prompto’s eyes widened. How could he forget about his wife like that? “Yes! I do!” He released his hold on Noct and stood quickly, running as fast as he possibly could to where he last saw you. 

When he arrived, you were on the floor, bracing yourself against your weapon, breathing heavily. He gasped and rushed to your side, getting onto his knees in front of you.

“___. You’re hurt. You need to - “

“Where the heck did the daemons go?” Your question made him smile, the grin your wore obvious in your words. “Because thank gods their gone.”

Prompto hugged you tightly, careful not to hurt you. He littered light kisses over your face, neck, arms, wherever there was bareskin, as if to prove to himself that it was all real. Even more tears rolled down his cheeks as he laughed joyously, It was over now. No more crazy guy. Just you, him, the guys and a happy life.

There was a future now.


“Yeah, Prompto?”

He pulled back to look into your eyes, his eyes, despite being full of tears, coated with a softness you had not been ble to fully see in ten years. “It may be a little too soon to discuss this but… how does children sound?”

You smiled and pecked his lips and cheeks. “Sounds great. Should we get to it?”

The embarrassment on Prompto’s face was a sight for sore eyes.

Originally posted by p1n3c0n3

Ignis, although blind, just knew that something was wrong. And he hated it. Hated was actually an understatement. Although he could no longer see what he never wanted to - the full blown destruction of Insomnia - he also could not see you. And that was the hardest thing.

Right now, all he wanted to do, was to see you. All I.. All I wanted…was to save you. That was all he needed right now. He needed to know if you were okay, if you were alive. 

Lingering was no option. They had to keep moving and never look back. That was the only way the world could be saved for once and for all.

~~~ 💕 ~~~

He could not see the sun. Could not see the day breaking through the night. As he walked, he could feel it’s warmth. He felt a great bitter-sweetness flow through his body.

It was comforting. And tears pricked at his clouded over eyes. He wanted to see it again. To see the sunrise, the sunset, the noon. To see the happiness of the people. He wanted to know it. But, instead, he was kept within the darkness. Even though it burdened him, he was taught to focus on sensations. And the warmth of the sun upon his skin was one of the best feelings he had ever experienced. The best? You.

He called your name out once, and heard your reply instantly. He began to hurry over, listening to your footsteps as he ran quicker and quicker. It was arguably dangerous for him to do so. But he no longer cared. He wanted your warmth. Your comfort. He wanted you. 

Ignis felt you wrap your arms around him, your lips upon the junction of his neck and shoulder. He reciprocated your gesture, burying his face into the crook of your neck, Your hair brushed over his face, soft against the harsh reality that he would not see what you do. Would not see the beauty of the day. Your scent was the same as it always had been, floral, sweet and distinctively you. It was a great comfort to him, and he released a breath he never knew he was holding, nuzzling his face into your warmth instinctively.

And that was when the first tear fell, staining your neck. You rubbed his back, stroked his hair. You knew his pain despite the happiness the world was to see right now. And he hated that.

He took your wrists and trailed his hands up your arms as he pulled his face away, eventually resting them on your cheeks. He smiled softly and he could only wish to see your own smile. 

No words were needed to be exchanged. The gestures were enough to portray the immeasurable happiness the both of you shared.

Originally posted by lunar-catt

Noctis knew he had no need to linger. But he had to. He couldn’t handle losing you after getting you back. But he was forcibly pulled away from the scene by Gladio.

And Ardyn’s words against you, trying to make him vulnerable, only made him angrier than, perhaps, it should have done. No one had any right to speak against you. Especially if they were greedy assholes who couldn’t come to terms with the blatant truth. And who the hell drives a pink automobile? And who wears such a stupid robe and hat? And the heck hangs dead people in the throne room? 

That’s gross and…highly disturbing. Then again, Ardyn is also disturbing. Guess it suits him.

Regardless, Noctis was pretty miffed at the illspoken words that poured from the horror’s mouth an he had to get it over and done with.
Of course he had let the man rest in peace after the bout and took his final stand, finally able to seat on the throne meant for him.

~~~ 💕 ~~~

When he came round, he was confused. Initially he thought he was in heaven, seeing the spirit of his father in front of him. But, looking around, there was disphoria and rubble. Clearly not anything heavenly.

At his father’s beckoning he stood and followed in his father’s footsteps, leaving the citadel and seeing the courtyard. The rest of the guys were together, bowing to him, waving at him. He smiled gently and began his descent down the stairs. The same as he did all those years ago… 

He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes, exhaling slowly before opening his eyes. He bowed at his friends and stood straight again. He had to fin you.

He didn’t have to look very far, for you were just entering the courtyard. He raced towards you and you to him, only stopping when you were a few centimetres apart. He stared into your eyes as he breathed heavily, cupping your cheeks.

Screw it. He kissed you deeply right then and there, not caring about the others being able to see. Ten years felt like a goddman century. Hell, it was difficult for him to even control himself.

When he parted the kiss, he was amused, and somewhat embarrassed, from the surprise edged onto your face.He furrowed his brows and then swallowed deeply.

“A king needs a queen.” He spoke earnestly and got down onto one knee, a blush decorating his very kingly cheeks. He took your hands and looked into your eyes once again. “So…be my queen.”

You nodded but didn’t verbally (or physically) agree until that night. Where you answered in…more ways than one. All. Night. Long.

So royal duties were thoroughly put on hold (because even ten years sleep wasn’t enough for the now thirty year old man.

Originally posted by ethernalium

#154 - Collaboration with @you-andthebottlemen

Friends, family, gather round. Evangeline @you-andthebottlemen and I cordially invite you to the wedding of your dreams. Van McCann… he’s dying to get hitched, and fuck, does he look good in a tux. 

To read it for your perspective, stay here for 6,131 words of wedding bliss written by me. When you’re finished, click this link to read 6,390 words from Van’s perspective, written by Evangeline. We’ve worked for a long time on this, and spent a lot of hours looking at wedding boards on Pinterest (click here for some of the photo refs we used). We’re super fucking proud of what we’ve made together, and we hope you love it so much it hurts. 

xo Rhi

Filling three general requests for a wedding, two requests for Larry seeing the wedding dress before Van (and being sassy about it), and one request for photo booth fun. 

You’d always been the type of person to stay calm when the rest of the room was in a panic. Even tempered and sure, you were reliable in a crisis and had an overwhelming soothing influence on people. There were many moments in the lead up to the wedding where you thought maybe it would be the one thing you’d be anxious about, but standing in front of the mirror doing final checks, you weren’t. There were many factors that had ensured that, though.

Firstly, there was the outfit. It was hard to find the perfect dress when you were working around the perfect shoes. You’d spotted the golden shimmer sparkles of the Kate Spade sneakers in a shop front in London. Instead of laces there were ribbons, and instead of wedding heals there would be flats. You’d built the rest of the outfit, and probably the rest of the wedding’s aesthetic, around the shoes. A dress free from lace was rare, but eventually you found one that was shorter at the front to allow the shoes to be the focus, and longer in the back for a little extra drama. The silk flowed down in long sleeves, but the dress was synched in at the waist for shape. The necklace plunged, and a thin gold chain that Van had given you when he proposed sat between your collarbones.

The only person that had seen you in the completed outfit before the actual wedding day was Larry. You and he shared lots of little things separate to your relationship with Van. You weren’t just Larry’s best mate’s girlfriend, fiancé, soon-to-be-wife, but his other best mate in your own right. As you did a twirl he laughed and nodded. “Van’s gonna go mental when he sees you,” he said. “Can I tell him I’ve seen it?” You nodded, and spent the rest of the day helping Larry send teasing messages about how pretty you looked, and how perfect the dress was. The shoes remained a surprise.

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The Purrfect Birthday

Sami Rarely got any days off so when he did you try to spend as much time with him as you possibly could, such as today, you dragged him to the Pet store to try and convince him to get you a friend for when he’s not there.

As soon as you walk through the door of the pet store, you knew exactly Where to go first. When you made it to the back of the shop you dropped Sami’s hand rushing over to the grey playpen filled with little kittens too busy playing to notice you coming towards them.

“Y/N why don’t we go to the movies or go to that fancy restaurant you’ve been wanting to go to…there’s no point in getting a pet. We just haven’t got the time.” The red haired male sighs when he notices that you weren’t listening to him at all instead where reaching into the pen grabbing a kitten.

“This one kinda looks like you Sami don’t you think? We should get him and name him Little Zayn!“ You turn to face the annoyed man the tiny animal snuggling into the palms of your arms enjoying the heat radiating off them.

Well, that was till two large hands scoop it up the Small ginger tabby and placed him back in the kitten pen “We can’t Y/N I’m not home enough as it is and when I do get home, I don’t want to be dealing with a cat scratching at the furniture… Maybe in a couple of years we’ll get a Cat, but right now it’s not gonna happen.”

It’s been Two Weeks since you went to the Pet store and Sami started to notice the change in your behaviour.

First, it started when you stopped watching all those animal programs you love which he always thought were boring but he sat through them anyway.

Then, whenever a Cat would come to the window or Be coming towards you, you would close the curtains and change directions. Sami wasn’t stupid no matter how much he hated the idea of having to deal with a Cat Peeing and pooing it was just a sacrifice he had to make for your happiness.

“Listen Finn I just need you to look after it for one night… Yes I understand, but I promise you it won’t eat your Lego sets… Okay Deal.” Sami runs his hand over his face sighing not believing how much hard work he’s done for such a tiny animal.

It was the night Before your birthday and Sami told you he was going out to the pub with Finn which normally you wouldn’t mind but it was the night before your birthday and you just wanted to spend it with Sami.

So Bored and alone, you rang up the Pet Store you were in a couple of weeks ago “Hello, I was wondering if I could Reserve a Kitten you had in the other week, A small Ginger one.”

After a moment of silence the Lady on the phone Replied “I’m sorry to inform you, but he’s already been taken by someone else, can I assi-”

Unable to hear anything else she was saying you hung up the phone devastated about the kitten. So in the hope that tomorrow would be a better day you fall asleep praying for a miracle.

Groaning, you roll over sighing when you felt the cold, empty side of the bed “Sami!!“ You call out wanting the warmth of the Canadian man. When you didn’t hear any movement in the house you sat up, rubbing your eyes

“Sami?” You jump out the bed and head down the stairs, stopping when you saw the sight of Sami holding the ginger feline wearing a matching hat to him in one hand and a bouquet of daisies in the other.

“Listen, I know I said we shouldn’t get a cat because honestly, they ruin the whole house and need a lot of attention also have you seen the prices of Cat food it’s ridiculous. But I saw how happy this guy made you and Hell, we can buy a thousand cats if it would make you happy because that’s all I want. I know I’m ranting but I just really Lo-” his eyes widened as you cut him off with a kiss “This just might be the best birthday I’ve ever had.“

Originally posted by heyambrose

Poly Rev Squad Headcanons Because Why Not

I’m a sinner and want to find other sinners to share with. Set in modern au and can be college too

-It starts out lams and mullette and is mainly started because of Laf (Btw it’s gender fluid Laf because I Love) and Alex because they both know everyone is waaaaaay too affectionate for just couple friends

-They’re such shits listen they’d plan it all so they’re like flirting more and more with each other and Herc and John and then when they don’t take the hint and just keep going haha monogamy is great Laf and Alex just shrug and start making out in situations where they know they’d be caught by them

-Herc and John try to be mad. It goes as well as you’d expect

-(They join in because they’re weak to their partners and then there’s a very long discussion in which Alex doesn’t allow anyone to leave the room until it’s finished (Except for the brief recess where Herc went to get food cause it was getting late))

-They have a huuuuge bed with tons of pillows

-Sometimes when Alex is working too late and is falling asleep at his desk but being too stubborn to leave his work Herc will go pick him up and walk him to the bed

-Alex tries to fight but he loves being picked up by Herc and he’s seriously tired so he just complains until he’s on the bed and suddenly surrounded by his partners and absolutely blissed out

-Tbh he loves it so much when Herc carries him that if he can manage it somehow he’s in his arms

-Alex is the first to wake up, followed by Herc, then Laf, and John has to be pried out of the bed before he’ll get up

-Herc and Laf typically make everyone breakfast. They all can cook and they all have their specialties (John can bake like a pro and Alex is good at making great meals out of nothing for when they forget to drop by the store) but as a general rule breakfast is between them and then dinner is fair game

-You can bet your ass Herc has made them all their own aprons (and because I know they’d all obviously be uber lgbt+ activists they’d be in the colors of their flags with little names on them in relation to their sexuality (“Brilliant Bisexual” for Alex, “Gobstopping Gay” for John, “Perfect Pansexual” for Laf, “Buff Bi” for Herc (I fluctuate on his sexuality tbh but we could always use more bi representation so)))

-Also the first winter they were all together everyone saw up close how much the cold affected Alex since they could like hold him and stuff so Herc made him like three sets of scarves, hats, and mittens to keep him warm

-They have a little routine where Herc will pick out which color he wears that day and Alex stands at the front door while Herc, Laf, and John bundle him up and by the time he’s ready to go Alex is blushing and beaming because they kept giving him little kisses

-Alex and Laf are both scared of thunderstorms so if one comes they’ll hide under a blanket together until John or Herc comes home and joins them with hot chocolate and calms them down

-If Laf is really tired they’ll slip back into French and Herc is the only one that doesn’t understand them so John usually translates

-The first time they announced they were gender fluid Laf came out in thigh highs, heels, a skirt, a slouchy sweater, and full makeup because they were afraid that they would back out if they tried to say it instead of showing it

-All three of their brains shortcircuited instantaneously. It kind of scared Laf until John just made this like garbled attempt at words and that set off the other two so Herc just took in a deep breath and Alex started stammering until he finally blurted out “I can’t even think of something to say, you’re too beautiful” and Laf was instantly smiling again and moving to lay across their laps

-They and Alex like dressing up in lingerie if they’re bored. Alex isn’t gender fluid or anything, he just really despises gender constructs so he and Laf chill out and do each other’s makeup and stuff and it’s nice

-I always waver between artist John and doctor John so now he’s both okay

-He’s got a sketchbook filled just with drawings just of Laf, Herc, and Alex. Anytime he likes the pose they’re doing or just likes the way they look or is just looking at them and remembers how much he loves them he’ll take a picture as discreetly as possible then draw it later

-Laf was the one to stumble upon it and when they saw all the drawings of them (Herc excercising and his back muscles flexing, Alex writing with his reading glasses on and hair falling out of his messy bun, Laf laughing and each curl of their hair was so lovingly drawn it looked like it was real) they couldn’t do anything more than hug him and whisper in French how much they love him and how grateful they are to have the three of them and how talented John is

-My Alex freaks out easily whenever someone even just sneezes so John is always the only one he listens to when he gets like that since John has the medical degree

Damn this is long I’m gonna stop here. If you want more you’re welcome to come ask, I’m always up to talk about them. And I have some dirty ones but I don’t know if I’ll make a post for them

GUYS as a certified San Francisco Person ™ i can tell u that SF in the morning can get cold, like really really foggy and ass cold. so sarek, a vulcan used to hot dry temps, lived in SF (bc ambassador things!!) and so he probably dressed up in enough cold weather clothing in the mornings to look like a Vulcan Sweater Burrito. imagine.

enter Amanda Grayson, who is a badass and whom i would marry if she weren’t already married to Vulcan Burrito Man. she decides to learn how to knit, bc no boyfriend of hers will walk around SF freezing his pointed ears off. she knits him a Terrible Sweater. sarek begins to own more than one of them. 

and he WEARS THEM. maybe even to work, where his colleagues are like :O but don’t say anything bc sarek is a Big Scary Vulcan and you can’t really call a guy out for wearing something his gf, whom he worships, made him.

basically i want you all to imagine sarek walking around SF with his gf, wearing some truly awful knitted gear bc eventually she makes him hats and gloves and socks too. it’s a beautiful sight.

(also: spock wears some interesting sweaters in the first two aos movies. perhaps….amanda made them??? idk but we all know kirk digs spock’s fashion sense)

Rating the Bravely games

Bravely Default: Flying Fairy - Lots of prime Victor content, but you can only murder him over and over. 5/10.

Bravely Default: Where the Fairy Flies/For the Sequel - Same as FF, but with even more Victor content, where he plans to start a family with Lester DeRosso, and gets to survive, but he’s always really sad. 8/10.

Bravely Default: Praying Brage - You can use Victor in battle and maybe he made Lilia DeRosso, but he can only wear one outfit. 6/10.

Bravely Archive: D’s Report - Victor is here and he wears a fancy hat and he finally tamed his hair. You can also dress him as a Patissier and he has a cake knife in the shape of his floating IV drip and its heavenly. 11/10. 

Bravely Second: End Layer - No Victor at all. The only mention of him is a child’s drawing depicting him getting stabbed in the head. 1/10. 

Bravely Default: Fairy’s Effect - No sign of Victor but Alternis says he’s alive and you can wear his clothes. 4/10. 






I forgot what this tag is called… THE BEFORE AND AFTER TAG (are you happy @zauglom!!?!?!?!?!?!?! *wink* :))

Okay, this is the one where you have to take the oldest sim in your library and give him/her a make-over.  This is Herbert Tinwhistle, the very first sim I made in ts4 - the original.

All I did for old Herbert was trim up his hair so you can see his lovely big ears (you know what they say about a man with big ears - he wears big hats!!).  I also added freckles and and a rosy glow across his nose.

Why mess with perfection - right?  I love him!  He’s such a goof:)

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Didn’t have a Cardinal edit ready to post for today. And slept the sleep of the dead last night, definitely made up for lack of sleep during the week!

ANYWAY, I hope you all have a lovely day what ever you’re up to!😘

Also, did we all enjoy Thin Ice last night? Personally I thought it was utterly beautiful from beginning to end. I think Peter enjoyed wearing the top hat just as much as we loved seeing him in it! 🎩😎❤❤

Peace. Love. Happy Sunday xx

She ran her fingers over the delicate stitching on the fabric. The gold thread shone in such a brilliant way that her eyes began to water. Off in the corner of her room she heard the sound of her kwami stirring.

“Marinette?” her soft voice called from her little bed.

Marinette didn’t say a word. She stared blankly down at the fabric as she read the embroidered words over and over again.

Baby Brother

Baby Brother

Baby Brother

How those words burned into her eyes.

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