#sobs and cries

[harkenizalone]

SOME OF MY FRIENDS FOUND IT AND THEYRE CALLING ME “TAX-PAYING PLATYPUS LADY” 😭😭😭

I had this idea about Phineas and Ferb:

Perry pays the bills and taxes, but one month he gets so caught up in work that he temporarily forgets.

The parents both thought that the other was paying all the bills, so then they’re like “wait…if IM not paying the bills, and YOURE not paying the bills…who is??”

And then the family finds Perry paying the bills and stuff, but he goes platypus mode and so he’s just like “krrrgrggg” and instead of going “WTF how is Perry paying the bills??” The family is just like

“awww! Thanks Perry, you’re such a good platypus!! Good boy, Perry!” 🥰🥰

So then if there’s a court case over the house and the judge is like “okay who pays the bills?” Both the parents sigh before going “bring him in, boys”

and Phineas & Ferb walk in holding Perry and the whole court’s like “what???”

And then they show a video of Perry paying the pills & Taxes and the courts like:

“YOU ARENT EVEN QUESTIONING WHY YOUR PET PLATYPUS IS PAYING THE BILLS??? WHERE DOES HE GET THE MONEY??” And the whole family just shrugs and is like “we were worried that if we questioned him he might think he’s not supposed to do that, so we just gave him some yummy treats and called him a good boy :]”

[n0ahsebastians]

i haven’t written in so long, i’m so busy with work and so tired lately. but i started thinking about something where…..

noah loves you so much. like is so painfully in love with you, it makes him physically crash out (lol). he calls you sometimes just to tell you that, just to hear your voice and tell you he loves you. he knows you’re smiling like an idiot on the other end of the phone, because you feel just the same. the words alone make you physically ache.

“i love you.”

your heart always feels so full seeing his name on the screen when he calls, because you know he’s just calling to simply hear your voice. and to tell you he loves you.

“my love.” he’s so sappy, it makes you cringe sometimes.

“hi, honey.”

“just wanted to call and hear your voice.”

“that’s sweet.” you giggle and he takes in the sound.

“and to say i love you.”

“you’re adorable.” another giggle.

“says you.”

“i love you, baby.” you don’t call him that very often but when you do it makes his heart race a mile a minute.

“and i miss you.”

“i miss you too.”

“i’ll be home soon.”

“come home now.” you pout and he chuckles.

“i wish i could, baby girl.”

who would’ve thought this tall tatted rockstar was the sweetest man she ever had the pleasure of loving?

“i love you. i’ll see you soon.”

“i love you more, baby.”

EEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!!!!

[spoonzieofficial]

HELP SHE FUCKING EXPLODED HIM

[eyeballs-in-my-head]

I want to strangle them (affectionately <3)

[jennyyysstuff]

cried all day after blocking my daddy cause he acted like an asshole and ignored me. Need sm who really cares and deserves my attentions :(

[yeow-ch]

UGHHH FIDDAUTHOR I LOVE YOU

[callingofstars]

currently ill and plagued over this parallel btw

building onto the idea that Joe and Cherry try to preserve the bond between Reki and Langa because they serve as reminders of their past selves. i’m caught on the fact that Reki and Langa frequently encounter Joe sitting at this counter.

Joe keeps coming back to this restaurant, sits at the same counter and orders the same thing, yet he’s alone. he’s reminiscing on the way things were before they got into skating and met Adam but it’s so painfully different now.

in season one Cherry mentions the fact that he finally has the opportunity to settle a seven-year grudge with Adam, while Joe holds his tongue — he isn’t outwardly angry like some or tolerant like others. but we see that, for him, this has been far longer than seven years.

in his eyes Adam never did anything personal to him, but he’s watched Cherry fall apart over the course of seven years, noticed the cracks forming in their relationship and did nothing about it. the second time Reki meets him in this restaurant, Joe attempts to console him into mending his relationship with Langa after their fallout.

tHIS. I AM GOIGN TO BE SICK. HE IS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT HE RUINED HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH CHERRY SO BADLY .THAT HE PARENTS REKI INTO NOT MAKING THE SAME MISTAKES HE DID.

[cloverr-overr]

got into sk8 like three years too late 😔

[sturns-mermaid]

born to be leaving kisses all over this man's body forced to do whatever tf I'm doing 💔

[creep-girl]

honey, i shrunk myself

[fee224]

Mr snowman

Rafe cameron x overlooked!reader

Rafe arrived at half six, sharp. You had been coerced into inviting rafe Cameron for dinner with all your sisters, and parents on Friday. You assured him he didn’t have to come, if there was a party on or he didn’t want to, but he reassured you he would be there, which make your heart flutter all week despite hating family dinners.

You were in a dress, same as all the girls in your family as he strolled into the kitchen following your mother, with flowers for your mother, and you!

You felt silly clambering off the kitchen island stool and accepting his flowers and kiss on the forehead. He wasn’t your boyfriend, but you knew you weren’t his friend, you just had to hang in there with hope.

His eyes once taking in your outfit, chuckled at the sight of your fancy dress and Ugg mini slippers.

Your sisters came traipsing in shortly with each other or their children, boyfriends and husbands. Your mother gushing over each of them, and introducing rafe to each one, even attempting to set him up with one of your sisters.

The boys were the first sat at the table, including rafe who had no trouble shooting the breeze. You cringed at yourself for actually being jealous.

Then your sisters while you wordlessly helped your mother set the table and bring the plates to the table until you were sat beside rafe, he turned around to give you a comforting smile before thanking your mother.

“Of course rafe! You’re welcome any time, you hear me!” Your parents continued as you forked peas.

Conversation was effortless for him, and you didn’t feel so special, he was naturally good at this stuff. He kept dragging you into the conversation just for you to stare at him and mutter a small “Yeah”.

You would think this was his family, the way he was desperately including you but the dirty looks coming your way from your brother in laws made you want to sink into the ground.

After everyone was finished, conversation continued. You sat, your vision shifting to outside the window, to your plate to your mother whenever she would speak. Rafes hand slipped onto your thigh and rubbed gently as some type of soother.

Then you helped your mother to wash and dry dishes, you told rafe it’s fine to go into the living room with everyone, you’ll be in after your done and he just stared at you trying to figure out the hidden meaning, there wasn’t one, you were simply uncomfortable.

“You complain y/n, but you never make the effort!” Your mother turned from the cabinet to give you a stern look as you frowned weakly into the bubbles in the sink. “Sorry, I don’t know how” you croaked, you truly had no excuse but you didn’t exactly expect sympathy.

The fire was roaring in the living room as you sat on the rug, next to rafes feet, where he sat on the end of the couch. Your niece was in your lap as you stroked through her hair, putting her to sleep slowly, she missed her nap today.

You weren’t paying attention to the conversation until you heard your name, your head springing up from across the room.

“Y/n, you remember mr snowman?” Shilah sipped her white wine, on the arm of her long term boyfriend. Rafe nudged you with his foot, presuming it was a cute memory from when you were children. You returned the small smile back up at him.

“Yeah, s’all kinda blurry” your head bowed to focus harder on your nieces hair.

“Rafe! You have to hear this” Mandy snorted and nudged Campbell who looked entirely uncomfortable.

“Okay okay! Y/n is seven and hasn’t uttered a word, little on the slow side weren’t ya?” You couldn’t tell who was speaking, trying to drown it all out. Why were they telling him this. He’s going to leave.

“She used to run off into the woods behind our house whenever she’d cry, she’d come back with bruises all over her body and wouldn’t fucking show anyone because this mr snowman had healing touch” it was all true unfortunately. You had convinced yourself a snowman was real, was your friend, was magical, all so you didn’t have to show your parents your bruises, tell them your feelings.

“Everyone thought she was like messed up…. Like in the head. She had to go to special doctors and speech therapists” another voice added and you could feel the flame on your neck, cheeks, ears, feet, between your breasts and under your armpits.

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t see him and know he’s seeing the real you back.

“What a waste of money” a deep voice added “I mean don’t worry babe, we are loaded” and then a sound of a giggly kiss as you felt your dinner start to unravel.

As you stood up dizzly, all you noticed was rafes clenched fists as you excused your self.

“I need tuh-“ you breathed out heavily, stumbling out of the door.

Footsteps were following you as your knees dropped underneath you, elbows leaning on the toilet seat. A thick hand gathered all your hair and held a hand to your forehead, the cold pressure relieving your confusion.

“You’re good doll, my little darlings okay, hm.” You heaved at his words, tears streaming down your numb cold cheeks as you fell onto his lap, leaning against his chest on the tile floor as he stroked you kindly.

You focussed on the material of his jumper, the feeling of your legs touching, the sound of his voice, the words he was repeating as bible.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen, I just cause trouble” you mumbled, distressed, still only half conscious as he just responded in forehead kisses, and cheek kisses, temple kisses and tip of your nose kisses. You floated away. Meeting a slow void filled with hurt and love. You clung to rafe as he protected you from the voices inside your own head, and the ones outside, sleeping down the hall, or down the street.

“Doesn’t sound like you like talking hmm? You can talk to me y/n” his fingers were tracing your back. Leaving you dizzier and healing you in the same breath.

‘Please let me keep this one’ you silently prayed.

- fee xxx

[blended-ice]

I wrote down what I wanted from ice ado as a way to mourn what we’ll never get:

Viktor meeting makka for the first time

Viktor harassing yakov to take him on as a student

Lilia and Yakov divorce arc

Pathetic divorce man yakov losing strands of hair every time he’s on screen

Lilia living her best life back on the market

Viktor designing and sewing his costumes

Viktor developing the music and routine for the lilac fairy + subsequent routines

Viktor deciding to cut his hair and putting the world in an uproar

Low quality Yakov in the background somewhere shopping for hats for his balding head

Angry baby yurio cameo

Finding out what’s up with Viktor’s parents

Viktor’s arc to becoming at the top of the skating world

Viktor holding up his gold medal in a final scene only for it to transition to a much older him holding his hand up, palm facing the ceiling, to look at his ring. And him laying on older Yuuri’s lap in their apartment and him saying something about the gold on his finger being the most treasured thing he’s ever been given

Feel free to add on what you wish we had gotten in the movie

[obs3ssedd]

★ ; — after you get hurt on a mission, bucky loses his cool for the first time, overwhelmed by fear and worry. despite the argument, he still gently cares for your injuries.

bucky wasn’t the type to yell when he got mad, not even when you two argued. whenever there was a disagreement, he’d either sit quietly, listening to everything you had to say, or quietly walk out with a muttered, “we can talk about this later,” not wanting either of you to say something you’d regret. but tonight was different. you both had just come back from a mission with the rest of the Thunderbolts when everything blew up. you barely made it through the door before it started. “I thought I told you to stay on the right,” he snapped, groaning as he gently lowered you onto the couch. you shrugged, brushing it off. “I saw an opportunity and I took it. I wasn’t just going to sit around and wait.”

bucky shook his head, jaw tightening, his heart pounding in his chest. the way you were minimizing what had happened—like you hadn’t just barely escaped something serious was making his blood boil. you could’ve been killed. “I told you to go right—and now look at you.” his voice was rough, gesturing toward the state you were in. a couple of dark bruises stained your face, your lip was busted, and from the sharp ache in your side, a broken rib seemed likely. but adrenaline still numbed most of the pain. “I’m fine, aren’t I?” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “It’s just a couple of bruises, buck i’ll be fine.”

that did it.

“you’re not fine!” he shouted suddenly, startling you. “you most likely have a broken rib, a busted lip, and you’re bleeding. do you understand how dangerous that could’ve been?!” what started as concern exploded into a full-blown argument. you went back and forth—him trying to get you to understand the severity of it, you insisting you could handle yourself.

but bucky wasn’t stupid. he’d been a soldier and a weapon for years. he knew how to read people, and he could see it all in your eyes—pain, fear, the lie you were trying to keep up. you weren’t okay, and that scared him more than he wanted to admit. “I can see it on your face, Y/N!” he finally yelled, and it was like something inside you both cracked. he never raised his voice—ever. seeing his ears flushed red, his eyes swimming with a chaotic mix of anger, worry, and guilt…it made your breath catch. “what if something happens to you and I’m not there to help?” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “do you know what that would do to me? I’ve already watched you almost die once—I can’t go through that again. I won’t.”

that shut you up.

you sat there in stunned silence, still clutching your side. bucky stared at you, chest heaving, eyes burning. then, with a frustrated sigh, he ran a hand through his dark hair and crossed the room. without a word, he lifted you back into his arms and carried you to the medical bay. you groaned quietly as he set you down, the pain in your rib now sharp and uncomfortable. bucky moved with quiet efficiency—grabbing antiseptic, gauze, medical tape. still angry, but still gentle. always gentle with you. he cleaned the dried blood from your face, patched the worst of the bruises, then carefully pressed his fingers into your ribcage. you hissed in pain, getting confirmation. “right rib’s broken,” he murmured. “It’ll heal in two weeks if you rest.”

you nodded, eyes on him the whole time. even now..especially now—his care never faltered. as he wrapped the bandage around your torso, you felt the weight of your guilt settle in your chest. “I’ve never seen you raise your voice like that,” you said softly, reaching up to brush your fingers through his hair, down to his cheek. he leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for a second. then he turned and kissed your palm. “was I too harsh?” he asked quietly, guilt already creeping into his voice.

you shook your head. “no. just… shocked. but not harsh. you were right.” the relief in his eyes was subtle, but it was there. “I’m sorry, buck,” you murmured. “for making you worry like that.” he hummed “I’m sorry too, doll,” he replied, his voice low. “I just—I can’t lose you. I won’t survive it.” there was a long pause before either of you spoke again. then you scooted just slightly on the bed, wincing at the movement “lay with me?” you asked. his expression softened completely. without another word, he toed off his boots, shrugged off his jacket, and climbed in beside you. he wrapped an arm carefully around your waist, mindful of your injury, pulling you close. you sighed into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek.

“I love you,” you whispered. he kissed the top of your head. “I love you too... so damn much.” and for the first time that night, the tension melted away. even through the pain, you felt safe. and with bucky’s arms around you—you always would.

[zendayuhs]

happy mother’s day to tashi <3

[matiasthecamilion]

Sam would have loved the chance to see Frodo grow old.

To see his brown hair begin to gray and then turn gray, to see how wrinkles began to take over his chubby face (and if Sam was very lucky, some of his wrinkles would be the permanent mark that Frodo was able to laugh and smile as much as he wanted).

Not only because Frodo's aging meant that he continued to live but also because it meant that he was no longer under the influence of the ring, which stopped keeping him under its evil control and allowed Frodo to continue living as a simple hobbit, alongside him.

[jazaspen4]

"Well, well, well!~ If it isn't a familiar ol pal! Haven't seen any of you around for years! HAHAHA!" -Smilk

Imagine your wan- Staff I mean.. having some beef with some eldritch being of deceit.. Couldn't be me🤷‍♀️ right Wizard Cookie?.. Right?? Wizard cookie??.... Oh-

This is my take on my crk au... Its not really a full blown altered world cookie run, but are tweeked to my liking and interest