yes everyone does

i think we (the fandom) forget that pidge isn’t only like…sarcastic and #done with everyone. yes, she does poke fun at her friends sometimes, but she also reprograms evil robots and make friends with them. she gets angry and fights when her friends are in danger, and she gets overexcited and somewhat dorky when she sees a video game she likes and just HAS to get it. when asked to describe herself, she talks about how she loves peanut butter and peanut butter cookies but hates peanuts (and sweats a lot - unrelated to the peanuts). just…pidge is a lot more than a snarky younger sister. she’s passionate, friendly, a bit of a dork, and kind of awkward. and she’s awesome.

Jon Snow, probably the most noble and level headed character on this show, almost killed Littlefinger in blind rage with his bare hands because he told him he was in love with Sansa.

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fam(ily) - two | pkjm

parent!au: park jimin
A single father of twins show you the true meaning of family and what it takes to love like a parent, even if they aren’t your own.
word count: 4,840 
genre: fluff// future angst? ?? i dont think there is any rn
warnings: explicit language, slight degree of exploitation 

one | two three

[A/N]: how do ppl manage to write 6k chapters like dang?? that’s a lot of work ?? 

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Ever since encountering Jimin, you never skipped out on morning drop off. Jimin dropped them off at school every morning and picked them up from after care. You left earlier than after care hours because you had to work at the club. Your only opportunity was morning drop off.

Before meeting Jimin, you hid inside the classroom. It wasn’t your responsibility to greet the parents, your cousin was the face of her classroom. You usually helped her with planning out her lesson plans for the next couple of days. It wasn’t anything that needed your immediate attention.

“Since when did you do drop off?” Kim asked the morning of the first time you joined her by the door. You had shrugged and smiled brightly at the incoming students and parents.

Many parents were confused at your presence because they’ve never seen you before. You had to explain that you were an intern, not a substitute for the day. Even several students had commented on your sudden change.

Your cousin didn’t make it a big deal, because she knew your intentions. It became obvious when Jimin arrived with Minjoo and Minseo. Kim had silently watched your body language and the slight tint on your cheeks arise. 

Now every morning, you shared a small conversation with Jimin whenever you could. Kim would greet other parents in the process. 

“Good morning, Ms. Kim… (Y/N).” Jimin shyly smiled. He usually showed up in business attire, however, he entered with a simply, cozy hoodie. Minjoo and Minseo were jumping in their matching lilac dresses, holding their father’s hands. They were eager for another day at kindergarten. 

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Yuri on Ice BD choreography commentary translation - Volume 3

I’m alive… There were too many things this month, I can’t believe we’re already halfway through. Anyway, finally, here’s the full translation of the choreography commentary from the BD/DVD vol.3. The commentary is by Kenji Miyamoto & Mitsurou Kubo, as usual. This time it’s Minami’s FS, Phichit’s SP, Leo’s SP and Chris’ SP. More programs so of course it’s longer than usual.

-It’s two people talking, not a written interview, so expect them to hop from one subject to another within the same sentence… Even if it sounds a bit unconnected at times, that’s how they said it.
-I still arranged it a little to make it easier to understand as written material, by removing lots of “ehm” “uuhm” “you know” “yes” (I especially removed all instances where someone says “yes” in the middle of the other speaking) and fumbled words.
-Amusingly enough both their initials are KM/MK, but I used the surname initials so M is Miyamoto and K is Kubo.
-I put (LOL) when they’re laughing because otherwise some lines might sound serious while they’re actually joking.

Do NOT use this translation for subtitles, in ANY way.
I don’t support the upload of bonuses contained in BDs/DVDs, as they are meant to be (as the word says) bonuses for the people who spent money to purchase them. If you like a series so much that you absolutely need to watch the bonus contents, please buy the BDs/DVDs.

Translation under the cut since it’s twice the usual length.

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This Life We Live: Part 3

Prompt: Bruce and Reader as teen parents

AN: Someone inquired about when the next part would be up, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it! So Here’s part 3!

Words: 1092

Part 1, Part 2

          You watch his training from a distance, after nearly four months, he’s actually winning the occasional fight. Bruce has always been a quick study, so it doesn’t really surprise you. At the very least he’s coming back with less gaping wounds and more bruises. As a particularly bad gust of wind blows through you sink further into your jacket, and pull your scarf over your nose.

          Almost magically another blanket is draped across your shoulders. You give a small smile to your nurse. You have no idea what her name is, and she hasn’t said a word in front of you. Nonetheless she returns the smile with a timid one of her own.

          “Out for a walk are we?” It takes everything you have not to jump at the sound of his voice. Doing your best to calm your heartbeat, you turn and face Ra’s Al Ghul. You give him a small smile before bringing your gloved hands to rest on your rather sizable bump. “You’ve just reached your seventh month, have you not?”

          You respond as everyone does, “Yes, Master.”

          “And you’re feeling well. The doctor said your blood pressure has been a bit high.”

          You give a nervous smile, “As well as can be expected.”

          He nods, before turning his head towards the training session, “He’s catching on rather quickly. Remarkable for such a sheltered boy.” You don’t say anything. His attention turns to your nurse as he says, “Make sure she doesn’t spend too much time on her feet, the doctor recommends rest.”

          Your nurse nods before gently grabbing you elbow and escorting you back inside. You’ve been here for a little over three months now. You’ve been well cared for, and your comfort seems to be of the highest priority. The exact opposite of Bruce. You only see him for a few hours a week. You’ve been given a separate room, one with everything you could possibly need. Bruce sleeps with the other soldiers, and trains night and day.

          As you lay down on the bed, you allow your mind to go blank. Your hand goes to your large belly and strokes it in a calming manner. Every once in awhile a kick will meet the palm of your hand, and you can’t help but smile. Despite the circumstances your baby is happy and healthy, and for the moment he’s safe.

          A knock on the door brings you out of your thoughts and you smile at your visitor, and do your best to sit up, “Talia.”

          She just smiles, and closes the door quietly behind her, “Don’t get up, the doctor said to rest. Father already thinks you’re being a bit careless.”

          You grimace, “I needed to stretch my legs.”

          She just smirks as she lies on the bed next to you, “You wanted to see Bruce.”

          You smile, “That too.”

          “You should hear what people are saying. He’s too damn smart for his own good. He’s moving up the ranks faster than anyone they’ve ever seen. I suppose what they say is true about a man who has something worth fighting for.”

          “Bruce has always been strong.”

          She just hmms, before asking, “And how’s the next Wayne son?”

          You scowl, “Everyone thinks it’s a boy.”

          Talia just grins, “And you don’t? Motherly intuition telling you something? Because I could use everything I can get in the betting pool.”

          You roll your eyes, “As loathe as I am to admit it. I think it’s a boy too.” You pause before saying, “I still can’t believe it’s happening.”

          Talia’s brow furrows, “What? Being here with the League?”

          You shake your head, “No, that part is very real. More the being a mother thing. I’m only seventeen.”

          Talia’s hand goes to your bump. She does that a lot you find, feel your baby bump. She seems fascinated by the pregnancy, “That’s not so young. My mother was only a year older than you when I was born. And in an age not too long ago, this would have been considered the norm.” You just nod, and then wince, “The baby’s been active today?”

          “Ever since I got back to the room. I feel sorry for Bruce to be honest. He still hasn’t felt the baby kick. It’s killing him.”

          Talia doesn’t respond. She stays for another hour and then goes as silently as she came.

          A knock on the door several hours later bring dinner, and surprise you hadn’t been expecting. You can’t help but smile as Bruce comes through the door. He’s carrying a tray with dinner for two. He smiles as you try and get to your feet, “Don’t get up, I’m coming to you.”

          You settle down as he sets the tray at the end of the bed and crawls up beside you. You kiss him long and hard. He smells faintly of sweat, and he’s covered in fading bruises. But you can’t help but smile because there are no gaping wounds this time. “What are you doing here?”

          He smirks, “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

          “I’m thrilled, but they said I wouldn’t get to see you for a few weeks this time.”

          He shrugs, “The master came, gave me a tray and said I had three hours. Told me to tell you to keep your feet up. He says your blood pressure is elevated.”

          You can hear the worry in his voice, “Only slightly. I’m fine, really.”

          He kisses you again, “Good, I trust you. Now, let’s pick up where we left off.” Suddenly both his hands are on your belly, and his face is hovering close by. “Hello in there. Can you hear me? It’s your daddy. I know I haven’t been around much, but I promise that one day, all of that is going to change. I promise you that. One day, we’ll go home, and I’ll introduce you to Alfred, and you, your mom, and I will have picnic on the back lawn like I did with my parents,” he pauses, “Can you kick daddy’s hand if that sounds like fun?”

          It takes nearly a minute for the kick to come, but Bruce never loses faith. When it does come, his face lights up, and he turns to you and says, “See? Our kid is brilliant, like his mother.”

          You just smile. All too soon your three hours are up, and with one last kiss Bruce is forced away again, and you’re left all alone again. Then another kick comes and you’re reminded that you’re not so alone.


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“Uh-huh. Right. We can do that.”

You rolled your eyes. You understood that the Doctor couldn’t help getting distracted this way, but you couldn’t imagine what would happen in an emergency.

Only his shoes stuck out from under the console- he had, somehow, with his skinny little stick-body, wormed his way all the way into the tiny maintenance hatch. Nine never would have been able to do that, you thought, feeling a twinge of nostalgia for the Doctor’s previous incarnation. If the Doctor had taught you anything, it had been that the looks did not make the man, but you could help but miss those broad shoulders and strong, workman’s hands. Not that Ten wasn’t wonderful in his own way. You didn’t think it was fair that he got to be naturally skinny like that, but there was no point in whining about it, was there?


This time, he didn’t even bother responding, although you felt like you still deserved points because his foot did twitch. You smirked. Another thing you had learned, more from the TARDIS than the Doctor, was that a little mischief could go a long way if you wanted the Doctor to learn something. He was probably the only person you knew who needed a joke as lesson reinforcement, but if it worked for him, who were you to question it? What worked, worked, and you would use what you had to. Huh. You should write a book. ‘How to Train Your 900-and-Something-Year-Old Time Lord’ would be a big hit.

“Doctor, I’ve just finished dancing naked on Raxacoricofallapatorius, so I’m gonna go take a slime bath now. If you get hungry, I mixed ground glass in the jam jar.” There. That ought to do it.

“Yeah… sure thing….” Or not.

Exasperation irritably buzzed against your brain. Well, if he was going to be like that, it was time to bring out the big guns.

“… I love you.”

You had done things in your life that you regretted. Less, since you came aboard the TARDIS, but still. You knew that feeling of suddenly wishing, beyond all things, that you could roll back the clock and change something you had said or done. Everybody did. It was nothing special. And no, for your information, it is not unreasonable to try to will an event out of existence by the power of your mind. Yes, it is ridiculous, and no, it will not work, but yes, everyone does it. As are you, in this moment, even as you wondered what possessed you to say something so dangerous.

You know what? your mind reasoned, This is no big deal. Perfectly excusable. Friends tell friends that they love each other all the time. Sure, you’ve never done it with the Doctor, but you’ve got to start sometime, right? 

“Do you mean that?” the Doctor’s voice rang from inside the console, distorted and echoed.

Oh, of course, he hears that.

“Of course I do,” you said, and it was the truth. How he interpreted it was his business.

The Doctor, quick and agile, wriggled his way out of the console, coming out very rumpled with his tie thrown over his shoulder and his hair all fluffed out in that just-got-lucky manner that was going to drive you crazy now that you had noticed it.

You didn’t know if you were blushing, but it felt like you were, so you thought fast and said the most brilliant thing that your mind could come up with! “I think you lost a button in there.”

Smart. Very smart, that was. Bravo. In your defense, you were under a lot of- oh, whatever. It’s not my job to explain you to yourself. Figure it out on your own. We’re getting to the good part.

“What did you just say?” he asked, and you did not like the look in his eyes. That wide-eyed, unblinking, very, very brown stare that would drive you mad if you let it. And you had let it, you supposed. Falling in love with him had been the worst idea ever.

“I said you lost a button.”

The Doctor looked at himself and found that, despite what an idiot your were (that wasn’t what he was thinking, but I’m sure you know what I mean), you had spoken the truth: a button had popped off of his shirt.

“Oh, bother it, that’s-” the Doctor stilled, cutting himself off. “No!” he exclaimed, pointing at you (and if that didn’t make you flinch, well, then nothing did). “No distractions this time. You said you loved me.”

“Yes.” And another astounding bout of witty banter from your side. Point, match.

“Did you mean it?”

“Of course I meant it!” Shut up!

“Then why didn’t you say so before?!”

The Doctor surged forward faster than you could back away, and his lips crashed against yours.

Now, at this moment, I would like to give you a little privacy, seeing as it’s nobody else’s business that the Doctor kissed you until you were forced to break away for air, so let’s just say that he was rather… passionate about the exchange. As were you.

The Doctor laughed at you as you panted for air. He grinned, looking completely, utterly happy.

“You know,” he said, “we could have done that ages ago if you had just said. Did I mention I love you too?”

askcaitlinthehedgehog  asked:

I'm sorry if your not doing these at the moment but can you please do B1 with Mooching Hobo

this level of cuteness should be illegal

Hobo belongs to @loverofpiggies

shinee as high school boys


  • one of those kids who always has gum. kinda the unofficial gum dealer in school?? don’t know how that happened but if anyone asks for one he pulls out like five different brands and flavors to choose from 
  • started a club that cooks and brings food over to soup kitchens and such
  • he’s really good at cooking but anyone who’s ever seen him just walking around gets nervous when he wields a knife 
  • captain of the swimming team (onew: it’s the only sport that doesn’t require me to have my feet on the ground) 
  • he beat out minho for the position who did not take it well (*faint minho sobbing*) he’ll get over it one day
  • once he accidentally ate a pot brownie someone gave him and was nOT OKAY for the rest of the day 


  • drum major of the marching band which means he’s the one in the front of the band with the baton conducting everyone (yes he does twirl the thing and he’s quite good at it thank you very much) 
  • does the announcements in the mornings and plays music on the loudspeaker after school
  • he really likes rick rolling everyone (key: we’re sick of your shit jonghyun) once he played the song over and over again until a teacher came into his booth and kicked him out. the whole school is on edge bc you never know when he’ll strike again. rick astley haunts their dreams
  • also you think it’d be pretty hard to find him in the hallways (when did freshmen get so TALL) but he dyes his hair in super bright colors so he’s always noticeable af. he would get in trouble but he’s been doing it for so long that even the principal gets weirded out by the thought of jong with normal hair


  • pride and joy of the art teacher and always in the art room!! 
  • he did a super cool mural in the cafeteria (his signature is huge) which wasn’t technically authorized but it looked so good they just let him do it 
  • he made ot4 help him but it still took forever bc he just painted over what they did anyways 
  • sometimes steals spray paint from the supplies closet and tags things around town 
  • also helps design sets for the drama club and since he’s always really well dressed someone asks him to help with the costumes because they’re having a crisis and he gets to WORK 
  • he also is in choir bc he has the voice of an ANGEL AND SHOULD SING MORE 


  • captain of the debate club, captain of the soccer team, captain of the chess club, captain of everything!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
  • okay he’s not the best at chess but he tries really hard and is really enthusiastic and that’s all anyone can really ask for  
  • also he made a really passionate speech during the club election so the other guy just quietly bowed out. (tae: it was because he was totally going to cry if he didn’t win / minho: stfu it was bc of my contacts) 
  • sports are a given but he’s also really good at debate. seriously, a girl almost had a nervous breakdown because she heard that she was going to be debating the rap god choi minho 
  • when he gets fired up hooooooo buddy he gets so into it waving his arms and he doesn’t even realize he’s talking VERY LOUDLY but honestly he makes really compelling arguments and usually wins


  • beb is too young to be in high school ¯\_(6v6″)_/¯
how to spot a troll blog

because this is, apparently, a very prominent issue nowadays, I decided to make a list of traits I’ve noticed while observing troll blogs. since some of us have trouble telling them apart from the real ones, I decided a checklist of common troll signs and behaviors was necessary. 

not a main blog (seeing as most discoursers, including myself, keep their main blogs confidential for health and safety purposes, this option should be taken with a grain of salt and not be the sole reason you suspect someone of being a troll)

 inactive for weeks to months on end, then suddenly peaking in activity - a lot of trolls are trolling ironically, and only get involved with discourse using their false persona when they’re in an unhealthy state of mind (like the intention to self-harm by lashing out at their friends behind their backs) 

doesn’t understand how blogs on that side interact with each other (I’m well aware that neurodivergent people, myself included, will miss social cues–that’s not what I mean)

☐ won’t have the support of other discoursers (*this one is very important–if it’s just a lone blog with little to no evidence of positive interaction with other discourse blogs, there’s a good chance the option above applies as well)

vehemently refuses to clarify when they’re being sarcastic/joking vs. taking something seriously (even after someone clarifies that they can’t understand because they’re nd)

acts like they don’t notice or care when people on the side they’re attempting to infiltrate call them out on problematic behavior; will often publicly (and privately) write them off as “being brainwashed by/catering to the enemy”

☐ oblivious to things like cringe culture and actively endorsing it to make their opponents look bad (won’t use much irony or appear self-aware yet claim to be the only one who cares about getting rid of bigotry) 

☐ reaches polar opposites on both ends of the scale - often appearing radicalized in their false beliefs, taking them to the extreme until others on that side who think they hold the same beliefs can no longer defend them, then swinging back the other way and treating the ‘opposite’ side–the one they’re really on–diplomatically despite their previous actions

☐ backpedaling - yes, almost everyone does this when they know they’ve fucked up, but troll blogs do it specifically because they realized they crossed a line and want to avoid accusations of being a strawman

feel free to add on, and stay safe. 

  • INTJ: Everyone talks to themself ESFP!
  • ESFP: No, not everyone. You talk to yourself.
  • INTJ: Everyone!
  • ESFP: Absolutely not everyo-
  • INTP: ?
  • INTJ: You talk to yourself right?
  • INTP: Oh yeah, all the time.
  • INTJ: Do you do it in public if no one's around?
  • INTP: Yep.
  • INTJ: Do you get annoyed when people walk by you because you have to stop talking and they 'interrupt' your conversation with yourself?
  • INTP: YES!
  • INTJ: See ESFP, everyone does it.
  • ESFP: INTP and you are not every-
  • INTJ: INTJ2!
  • INTJ2: Yeah?
  • INTJ: You talk to yourself?
  • INTJ2: Yeah, often.
  • ESFP: Still not eve-
  • ENTJ: Yeah I talk to myself sometimes.
  • ESFP: How are you doing this?
  • INTJ: Haha, it was actually quite an ingenious plan. I had a hunch intuitive types were far more likely to talk to themselves so despite never asking them before if they habitually talked to themselves I was able to skew the results to my favor!
  • Me: *opens commissions at very low cost, totally underpriced*
  • Literally everyone: Wow!!! These are so good!! Amazing!!! Raise the price omg I would pay £100 for this!!!!! You NEED to charge more!!!!
  • Me: *raises commission prices to a fair reflection of how much time and effort goes into them*
  • Literally everyone: I can't read suddenly... I don't know...

I’ve done this bfore but ey who cares lmao
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I just hope I’m not around the day that pot finally boils over.