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scotchjolras  asked:

I headcanon that Stan and Rick created their very own sign language just for each other. It used to come in handy on heists but now they use it to talk shit about people right in front of them and to just generally annoy the hell out of people. And, of course, to say those little things that they struggle to say out loud. <3


I am completely on board this headcanon train. Good stuff!

It’s listed as an anomaly in Ford’s journal. He’s been trying to decode the language for ages but is convinced it may actually involve some level of telepathy. It doesn’t. Stan is just really good at understanding Rick’s drunk messy hand signal grammatical errors.

Slap me.
  • [all the guys in the same room during a school trip]
  • Amami: Oookay! Let's play a game! The one who loses will be slapped by somebody in this room. Is everybody fine with that?
  • Saihara: *raises hand*
  • Amami: Yes?
  • Saihara: I have a question, can the loser choose the one who's gonna slap him?
  • Amami: Uuh... well, to be completely honest with you i didn't really think about the rules that much yet but yeah, i guess.
  • Ouma: *raises hand*
  • Amami: Ah, you have a question too? That's rare.
  • Ouma: What's the quickest way to lose the game?
  • Amami: Uuuh,,hh but i didn't even explain what the game is about-
  • Ouma: I don't care, tell me.
  • Amami: Umm... you have to surrender.
  • Ouma: Oh, so i just have to give up?
  • Amami: Well... yeah?
  • Ouma: I give up.
  • Ouma: *walks towards Saihara*
  • Ouma: The game was so hard i didn't understand anything, too bad huh? I feel like i won't be too embarrassed if you're the one to slap me.
  • Saihara:
  • Saihara:
  • Saihara: *sweats*

anonymous asked:

One question.. do you really trust Mycroft with your blog? I mean, he's answering some of your asks and all, and you completely trust him with that? Or does he just.. idk, snatch the phone from your hands..?

Yes, I do. He just answers asks directed to him. At least…most of the times.

I completely trust him with that. He’s so scared that I might prank him again…


*struggling otter noises*


She couldn’t be more right in her whole life like in this moment. Somebody grabbed her hand from behind and covered her eyes.

But she knew who it was. She could feel his skin and his scent. Those weren’t something that she was able to ever forget.

Safael: “Boo, foxy. Sorry, but I’m the only knight here.”
Vea: “I guess better the worst one than none.”
Safael: “Cruel as always.”
Vea: “I’m not the one who’s cruel here! Can you give me my eyesight back?”
Safael: “Well… I guess that you can’t wait to see me so

He took his hand from her eyes only to pull her cheek. He loved her annoyed face.

Vea: “That’s better… Not to mention you playing with my cheeks now…”
Safael: “They’re funny.”
Vea: “Ok, you’re strange and it’s confirmed.”
Safael: “Maybe a little when I’m with you.”
, he grinned in his naturally flirtarious manner.
Vea: “Let’s cut this chit-chat. It’s leading us to nowhere. Do you happen to know what’s going on here? The last thing I remember was falling asleep on the grass…”
Safael: “Yes, I know or at least I’m afraid of so.”

Victor and Yuuri are the kind of couple who’d plan to propose to each other on the exact same day and Yuuri pulls Victor to the side with a “Victor, there’s something I wanna ask you–” as he’s taking out the little velvet box and Victor just goes “oh no”. And Yuuri gets all insecure because does he not want to, is this rejection, is it too soon? And he gets all small and toys with the box in his hands, stumbling over his words to make it better because imsorryitsokaywedonthavetoifyourenotcomfortable but Victor stops him, grabbing him by the shoulders like “no, no, I mean—"and he takes out a ring from his coat pocket "I was going to slip this into your drink tonight at dinner” and then they both start crying and they’re touching foreheads as they put the rings on each other and I’m dying in the back because I love them

Anonymous said: Could you maybe write something with the smiths and pines families for #26(thanksgiving)

I wasn’t really sure what to write so I opted for illustrating this prompt instead. Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians!



Harry didn’t understand why Slughorn had placed him by Malfoy’s side of all people. He had a grumpy Ravenclaw girl by his other side, and Malfoy had Hermione. Harry sometimes shared looks with her, but since she was sitting by Ginny’s side she didn’t seem all that uncomfortable with the arrangements.

Slughorn was talking to some Hufflepuff boy about Ministry connections, and all Harry wanted was to go back to the Gryffindor common room and play chess with Ron. He didn’t want to hear Slughorn tell them the same story about how he meet the French Minister for Magic in 1971 and rub his stomach saying happily “Those were the days, kids! Those were the days!”.

He felt something on his left hand. That was weird. The person on his left was Malfoy, and it couldn’t be Malfoy trying to touch him. It must have been the fabric of the chair, or something like that.

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