you're the best okay bye

Hunk: Hey, quick question? 

Lance: Shoot.

Hunk: Are we even sure that the mice are mice?

Lance: Well… I mean… when we got here they looked like mice so I guess we all just kind of assumed that they were mice? Which, when you think about it, is honestly kind of weird. ‘Cause the mice are 10,000 year old aliens dude… which kind of implies that mice are universal?? Like, Altea had them, and Earth has them. What are the odds of that? We’re a gazillion miles from home, but we still have mice. What could that mean? … Dude. Are the mice actually mice?

Hunk:

Hunk: Gonna be honest with you, I meant for this conversation to go a completely different way, but what you’re saying is really cool and now I’m interested in discussing this as a group.

Lance: Aw, thanks buddy! But what were you gonna say?

Hunk: I was gonna say that, are we sure the mice are actually mice? Because it feels like every time we tell them something, they……… rat us out!

Lance: 

Lance: You’re awful.

in-spirational  asked:

I LIVE FOR DADDY!KILLIAN CUTESY FICS OMGG I DIED READING YOUR ONES. So please, could you write another where killian calls her 'little love' and she follows killian around a lot like he's a mother duck? Much cutesy feels please! Xo

I too have a thing for daddy!killian (if you couldn’t already tell), so here we are. <3

It starts when she’s small.

Barely able to walk, Ava takes to following him around the house, toddling until she has to fall onto her diaper and sit on the floor.

He finds it hilarious, looking back at her with a tilted head and a raised eyebrow. She stares at him with big, curious eyes and a smile that creates dimples.

“What’s happened, there, little love?” he asks, grinning. “Are you following me to the kitchen?” 

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fic: stop me if you’ve heard this one (2,500 words, mchanzo, NSFW)

wowee, i wrote an overwatch fic! i did this for @queen-schadenfreude, who is like, one of my favorite people ever. she was also kind enough to illustrate the first chapter of this (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) - i link to the art on ao3, but HERE IT IS AGAIN, because it’s seriously the best part of any of this.

anyway, the fic itself is… um, well, q was like “i want to read mchanzo being casual friends with benefits except then they catch feelings,” and i started writing it and i’m still writing it, and it’s still not over yet. i went ahead and predicted three chapters, but y’all, it’s anyone’s guess. here’s the first bit, anyway! most of the sex is alluded to in this chapter but it’ll tip over into being explicit by the next, so i just slapped it under that header. cheers!

tagged: friends with benefits, friends to lovers, jesse mccree: tender-hearted hero will be the death of me

“Mmm. And, here, here is the best part of this, Jesse,” Hanzo slurs, afterwards, about oh-two-hundred by Jesse’s estimation. He’s standing around nude in the en suite, and Hanzo looks downright decadent lounging in the wrecked sheets back on the bed, all dark eyes, dark hair that cuts down over one shoulder like spilled ink. His long fingers shift on the flask propped up next to him, and Jesse swears some part of his tattoo ripples with the movement, too eye-catching to have come from the dim ceiling light. Maybe he’s still a little tipsy, but he can’t pretend he’s never seen Hanzo in action before, either.

Admittedly, the thought of magic makes him instinctively itchy - how’re you meant to fight something like that, how do you prepare? - but the idea of going to bed with someone who could destroy him by wishing does something to his spent cock that he doesn’t feel like acknowledging.

(read on ao3!)

hello my fronds hope you are having a nice day just lettin u know i’m still here. still kickin’. still getting questionable anons. just the way i like it.