yes the jacket is shit i know


this is really late but here’s the boy @lyuushuu


For: Anon

Imagine: Being Eric’s sister and your boyfriend, Four, proposes to you.

You tiptoe through the living room and grab your jacket; you quietly pull on your shoes and slowly open the door, “Y/N? Where are you going?”

Shit. You mentally curse yourself, you were a little too loud and your brother had overheard, “Oh, I-I was just going for a walk, I couldn’t sleep!”

“Really,” Eric walks up to you, yes, your brother was the badass, feared Dauntless leader, “I know you’re going to see Four.”

You sigh, you had transferred to Dauntless a year after Eric, you love Eric but much to his disapproval, you had started dating Four soon after transferring, and you two have been together for almost five years now. It’s definitely not easy dating your brother’s arch enemy, but the two of them have tried settling their differences for you, but have always failed. In fact, Eric only allowed you to continue dating Four as long as you promised to live with your brother rather than your boyfriend, “Eric, please, just let me go, Four has been planning some sort of surprise for me for ages.”

“What kind of surprise requires you to sneak out in the middle of the night?”

“Eric if I was old enough to pick my own faction and my own fate five years ago, I’m old enough to meet my boyfriend whenever I want.”

“Y/N, you’re my baby sister, I just want you to be safe.”

“For starters, I’m not a baby Eric, I’m only a year younger than you. And also, I am safe, Four loves me Eric, you can’t even deny that. You know I’m in good hands. Please let me go,” You give him you best puppy-dog eyes and he groans.

“Fine, you can go, just be safe.”

“Always!” You swing the door open and say goodbye over your shoulder.

You make your way to the roof and see Four. He has a little table set up with plates and candles, there is a single rose sitting in the middle. You look around and everything is perfect, “Aww Tobias! This is so cute!”

He pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead, “Just like you.”

The two of you sit and enjoy your meal, talking and laughing the whole time. After you have finished eating Four walks up to you and turns on a radio, he then sticks out his hand to you, “May I have this dance?”

You giggle and take his hand, he pulls you in close and the two of you start swaying to the music. You shut your eyes and allow Tobias to lead you. Suddenly you feel his hands leave your hips and you open your eyes, you find him stand in front of you biting his lip, “What?”

“Y/N, I have to ask you something.”

“What is it Toby?” You were the only one who was allowed to call him that.

“As an ex-Abnegation, I’m not really good at all this romantic stuff, and honestly there aren’t enough words in the world to describe how much I love you. So I’m just going to say it,” He steps back slightly and gets down on one knee, no way, and he pulls out a little box, “Y/N Y/L/N will you do me honour of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”

You let a single tear slip from your eye and you squeal, “Yes!”

He slips the small, simple ring onto your finger, and gets up to kiss you. You spend the rest of the night dancing, until you finally get tired and lie on a blanket staring up at the stars, eventually you turn to Four, “Hey Toby?”


“How am I supposed to tell Eric that you’re my fiancé now?” He chuckles.

“Let’s not worry about that until the morning.”

The next morning you wake up on the roof in Four’s arms, you pull your hand up and smile, remembering that you are now his soon-to-be wife.

“You sure look happy,” You look down at Four who is sleepily smiling at you.

“Well I’m about to marry the man of dreams, of course I’m happy!” He shifts into a sitting position and kisses you. You are startled by the sound of your phone; you quickly pick it up and see 35 new messages from Eric and 6 missed calls. Shit.

“Fuck, Toby I have to go, Eric’s gonna kill me!” You quickly get up and kiss him goodbye.

You run into the apartment and smack right into Eric, his eyes narrow as he sees you, “Y/N!”

“Eric listen I can explain!” You stop as you realize that you no longer have to explain yourself to him, “Actually, no, I don’t have to explain, because I can do whatever the hell I want to do with Four. From now on I can hang out with him as much as I want to, no one, not even you can stop me from being with my future husband!”

“Husband?!” He grabs you hand and looks at the ring, his eyes instantly soften and he pull you in for a hug, “I can’t believe this, my baby girl is getting married!”

“What’s with the sudden change of heart?” You ask surprised at his reaction.

“The reason why I was always so cautious of your relationship with him was because I was scared that he was just using you. Now that the fucker finally put a ring on it, I can trust his commitment. I’m happy for you Y/N, I’m so fucking happy for you!”

The next few months are spent planning the wedding, three months after the proposal, your brother Eric walked you down the aisle and you finally became Mrs. Eaton.

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Also I have to say, “Let’s live our lives heroically, let’s live them with style” is one of greatest, most overblown lines I have ever heard in my entire life. It’s as if a great puzzle piece of the world has settled in, now that I know I had no idea that’s what pounded in my ear ten thousand times in 1997.

You know what?

I hope there’s a movie with Évelyne Brochu playing a badass futuristic Québécoise biker or something like that because that would be amazing. Yes, we have her role in X Company, but she’s speaking English in that role and it’s set in the 1940s.

But just imagine her in a leather jacket with rivets on it, electronic implants in her hands and shit, riding a gleaming chrome motorbike, and speaking with a wonderful heavy Joual accent to boot.

Alec: *loses his favorite jacket* Damn it Clary.

Alec *runs out of his favorite drink* Damn it Clary

Alec: *is sat down by Magnus who is cancelling a date to attend to another matter* Fucking damn it Clary, I am tired of your shit.

Magnus: Why are you cursing Clarissa’s name under your breath. She isn’t even here.

Alec: Yes, but I do know she is to blame.

  • ravi: </b> quit making fun of my jacket<p/><b>hongbin:</b> what are you gonna do, cry about it?<p/><b>ravi (tearfully):</b> yes.<p/></p>

mattiehawkins  asked:

Dirk has three matching jackets. Todd/Farah/Dirk have all worn (probably the same) Mexican Funeral shirt. Consider: Dirk, Todd and Farah wearing matching jackets and Mexican Funeral shirts. (Bonus consideration: Dirk then tries to convince the others that this is now the official dress code for the agency)

Firstly, I am soooo sorry for taking so long to answer!!! Ily for sending me this tho because holy shit yES I will consider this and continue to do so for the rest of this week lmao.

You know, if I could draw, I would draw this SO FAST you have no idea. But because I can’t… I’ll just leave it here. If someone draws this I will literally love them for the rest of my life.

Imagine them running about in said matching outfits and people being like wtf kind of a weird fan club is this and Dirk then proudly declaring that they’re detectives with Todd facepalming in the background because he had no idea how Dirk managed to convince them to wear almost identical clothes. (Not that he’d ever be able to say no to the goof even if he was given the chance lol)

Part 18 - always you

Jian Yi slid back into the booth, he knew trying to catch up with Zhengxi was a lost cause.

‘He Tian. I-’

‘No, Jian Yi, hold on.’


‘Because there is no way to say this that isn’t going to sound awful.’

‘Cut the shit.’


He closed his eyes, steeling himself for a number of possible outcomes.’


‘I wasn’t proposing to you.’

If there was ever a facial expression between extreme relief and disappointment, Jian Yi had mastered it.

The little box still say between them on the table.

‘I’m confused.’

‘It’s like…’

He looked away, embarrassed.

‘I don’t know…something before that.’

‘Like your class ring? Or letterman jacket?’



‘Yes, like…you know what I mean, shut up.’

‘Well that’s a different story.’

He Tian tried to hide his disappointment.

‘Yeah, I guess it is.’

Jian Yi watched him think.

‘Jian Yi, this going to happen at some point. One of us is going to try to tip the scales and try to make you choose, and I can’t promise you it won’t be me, but not yet.

‘Well what happens then?’

‘A fight to the death, of course.’

‘Of course.’

He Tian deposited the rest of the price of the meal on the table, and they walked past the embarrassed hostess to the door.

He Tian winked at her and slipped her another few bills.

‘Alright, you take the car, I’ll track down your dramatic boyfriend.’

‘Let me drop you off.’

‘No, that would make it worse.’


‘Just trust me. Us assholes understand each other.’

Jian Yi looked skeptical but took the keys.

Starting the engine and rolling down the windows, he tilted his face up for a kiss.

He Tian leaned through the window and kissed him softly before standing up again.

He turned his attention back to the car, putting it into gear.

‘Jian Yi?’


He tossed him the box.

'Hold on to this for me. Just for a little while.’

Jian Yi nodded, smiling.

‘I have to know. What would you have said?’

Jian Yi studied his face for a moment.

‘Yes. Of course.’

He Tian tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he watched Jian Yi drive away.


I really love how mature Karrueche is, like.

I just watched that Who Wore What segment she did for BET and she was praising the shit out of Rih’s outfit.
You know how some bitches would hate and try to throw in a jab? Karrueche was just like “I loved the bronze jacket, and the sleek ponytail. She did that.”
😊😊😊😊 like yes bitch, don’t let a nigga make you hate on the next bitch.