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dr-jem-nutcase · 11 months

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MvA H/Cs

Derek

His parents are divorced. They split when he was 11. His dad lives in West Virginia, which Derek avoids talking about cuz he knows a handful of people associate West Virginia with hillbillies

The apple of his mom's eye as the youngest, a son she always wanted and her source of comfort when her marriage fell apart. He can almost do no wrong

Has an older brother named Jason who was rather successful and a bit popular throughout school, college, and his career. This brought up a lot of insecurity and a sense of competition for Derek. This brother was one of his groomsmen for the wedding at his mother's insistence

Was considered handsome in high school and college but never as much as his brother. Was only nice and considerate to the pretty/cute and popular girls; a good handful of girls were jealous of Susan

Also has an estranged older sister named Hannah. She got tired of her family's drama and moved to Austria to study art 4 years before the timeline of the movie. So far, she has only returned to see her family in California once and didn't bother coming to her brother's wedding

Isn't a total butthead but, again, has lots of insecurity he tries to deny. He always had to be the best out of everything he was a part of in high school and college

Has to really work his way back to the top after Susan turned him down in front of audiences across at least some parts of central Cali and soon audiences worldwide after someone leaked the camera footage onto YouTube

The President

Did a really good job about following the basics for a modern-day American election campaign: brown nose his target audience, talk smack about the opposing candidates/party, make a truckload of promises that are impossible to keep, and have incredible charisma. That's the only reason why he was elected

Has had all his social media pages suspended indefinitely

Thinks Hamilton was the first USA president and that Lin-Manuel Miranda just fictionalized part of his life story. After finding out over half of The Greatest Showman was fictional, he's lost his trust in anything that's a biodrama/biopic/whatever

A really good pianist and tennis player. Tried his hand at golf but it didn't end well

Married. The first lady of the USA is just a little smarter than he is

Honestly, the vice president is the saving grace of American politics. For example: he has to take international affairs into his hands, lest the President screws up by cracking jokes about stereotypes about other countries or suggesting strategies of violence. Like, saying "Thatsa spicy meataball" when meeting the Italian president or saying "just nuke [insert name of problematic region of the world here] and it'll take care of everything"

Releasing the monsters is the saving grace of his presidency. His approval rates would've probably dropped into negative digits if it weren't for the "Monsters vs. Aliens idea thingy"

Tried to make his birthday a national holiday, like a bank holiday, but it never happened

Has a Michael Scott type of approach to his job and different parts of his life

The only time this man is allowed to drink is during very private and very personal affairs, like a family vacay. The most this guy can have in public is a diet Coke or a mocktail

His presidency will only last one four-year term. He'll always try running for his second term until his dying day

His name is George

#monsters vs aliens #mva #dreamworks #mva hcs #monsters vs aliens hcs #derek dietl #the president mva #the president monsters vs aliens

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lex-n-weegie · 1 year

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Ciao Lexi!

Heard you weren't feeling so well, and thatsa no good on my Watch! I promise you Amore, You light up mya World and I love you so much, Feel better soon.

xoxo

-Luigi

I just woke up from a fail attempt to sleep and,,,

Oh Weegee,,,,,you're such a wonderful husband, you really make my world brighter. Thank you so much honey, I love you so so much 💜

#I have a sun/moon letter too a-#I really needed this. thank you #anon(?)#green warrior #ask

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forthedancingandthethriving · 1 year

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>com e out plea se_

>we ha ve to k e epp yo u saf ee_

>do n't youuu se e e e e e ?_

>NEW-ENTITES NEAR: ZERO_BASE_

>DOM.ADMIN-FOR.ADMIN

Mario silently gasped, ushering everyone else deeper in as the whispers start to become more clearer, "thatsa-thatsa *them*, oh no oh god--"

Everyone is panicking silently, trying to keep themselves quiet,, hands over their mouths and the pounding of their hearts so loud in their ears,,

I-I can't do anything! Lil Coding whispers, waving a paw. Code sparks around his paw but nothing happens.. I-I can't put a barrier! O-or anything! Th-they did something!

The whispers get louder, clearer, and 4 has to cover his mouth to not gasp or shout,, 3 covers his ears in a vain attempt to block out the whispers,, whispers begging them to come out, that they're safer with them, that everything will be okay,, promises that had been made before but now had been twisted so cruelly,,

#!asks!#!anons!#excuse me while i go #S C R E A M S /VVVVVVPOS #misguided defenders

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crazy-purple-kitten · 2 years

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some of my favorites from my Hermitcraft 8 screenshot collection(link in rbs!)

love is stored in the grian crouch <3

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft 8 #hc screenshots #hermitcraft screenshots #grian #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #geminitay #mystuff #woof thatsa lotts tags. i want people to maybe see this one! anyway if you are seeing it look in the rbs i promise theres good stuff!#more pictures! all the quotes i collected for captions on the screenshot post! the link to that itself! the number of images which is in th #the hundreds! i havent counted yet but. its a lot #posts i think about every day

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grimmshood · 3 years

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[points at myself] bearer of the curse of crossing over my interests Allk of the time

#txt #im gonna draw jake in nortons wild pitch costume (give or take bc i will use my hs jake design probably) and norton in one of jakes skins #havent picked which one yet #i also want to draw the og4 and maybve some other charas in outfits based off s*kz prvious stages but no promises cause. Man #Also smth with home run s**vt cause thatsa what spurred the wild pitch thing

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ohnoanotherfe3hblog · 4 years

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Hey! can I have a scenario/imagine with Dimitri who (head over heels for his s/o ) decided to marry her during the academy period ( pre time-skip ) ( teens can be really stupid when they’re in love ). Then, after the time skip feral Dimitri meets his wife who was presumed dead 5 years ago. Thank you!

((admin, in the words of my sibling “thatsa spicy meatball!”))

She froze up, gripping her coat to herself. She never expected anyone to turn up to the reunion. Especially not him. The cold look in his eye was a far cry from the warmth he had when he gazed at her in the monastery all those years ago. she takes a deep breath.

“Dimitri... I thought you were dead...” She mumbles

“That can go both ways. How am I sure you’re not one of the lost souls plaguing me?” He glared at her.

She took deep breath, and stepped forward to grab his hand gently. “...Dima I’m here... I promise.. I’m here now..”

He swats her hand away, and leaves, saying nothing more.

“Dima...”

#jake speaks #jake writes #mod jake #writing #fe dimitri #dimitri fe3h #dimitri fire emblem #fire emblem dimitri #dimitri #dimitri x reader #snippet #imagine #fe3h #fire emblem three houses headcanons #feth

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t-underneaththeradardancing · 4 years

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i real lee duz spend in ordinate time - but then again wat is time and al say it relative but an in law maybe

staring at moons

its frog friday - not just on tumblr - in westerville ohio its a big thang - i mean nets and flashlights provided - mad science yah - the teenz in sf well a couple and they aint on tumblr - posted a few tek nick a lie of time early

a prob w corrupted filez from recordings - tek again bee hating - niko sez nbd but gotta go studio to transfer non corrupt

sales of book - hey there been sales imma happy - idk how many last count 5 known imma give 5 away lol

the kitty such a good one - playful like kitten still - she just a bit - idk concerned - yah its almost a year - it duz a head trip and not the good kind - not like worried - just like - ru cool ? not gonna do anything too human stoopid ru - it scared me last time

i feed my crows - we cool - casual w the og murder - we walk hop fly together - it took 5 to bring me back from the other side and yah it aint happen again - they gonna help me cross when - they know and know i know - and yah i aint a swamp witch either but not an english major - and im some kinda - played an hour live on ig trynna trance the fuck completely like i used to - mixed bag - wuz forcing - fuck itz midnite - i can wish liam frog fri goodness and love - thatsa good thing fur shure - i might not b here if he wuznt there that night

so imma nini in a minnit - well - after i duz the rest of the dishes - but gonna save like draft and get back loretta inna morning - yah imma post

its morning and posted as promised

a rocky start - early - unpoet laundry also endless imma do some as soon as i wake up - notice i take no such bother bout the riting - woke af but still sleepin

a merrow or 20 from the kitty - saunter on her way to breakfast - such a good one the kitty - i spose the bfast is also - i dont eatz cat food imma gessing - bout the taste - not weather i eatz cat food

sleepin more thatz a good thing but so much time gone - aint gettin junger - u wanna random - who looks outside - dreams - who looks inside - awakes - quote unquote - pretty zen af if u axe me

too early birdsong

soon come

love

#frog friday #poetry i guess

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tondurtoka · 5 years

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talking about...

heya hooo!!! finally everything is over. it was hard. but now i can draw (like for 100 years by mouse), play games ... actually, be free! (i hope)

but ya know? during everything ive got an idea.... oh if you are not even interested dont read and have a good day :р

this idea is a art challenge, where you are telling me any fandom and i’ll draw a character that i like from it. cool, isn’t it?

thatsa... good practice and probably a good choice to join some new fandoms, heh. but the problem is, i guess, my laziness, my mood, my dead tablet and my time. oh and i think nobody wants this crap >.< it will took me oh many many many years. but i will try, will i?

sooo,,,, im just saying this. yeah, thats just an idea! just to be in touch. yeah. heh. if you want you can say already but i dont promise i will draw immediately.... eh. hehe. awkward...

oh and of course with art pfff.

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theewrites-tf2 · 6 years

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(It shall be posted on A03 Shortly! Thanks for sending in an writing request!)

"Yo, WAIT YA TURN!" Scout snapped, glaring from within the rusty phone booth at his irritated teammates, Sniper and Demo in particular looking annoyed. “Scout, we had a system!” Sniper shouted, voice muffled to the Bostonian as he dialed the number into the rusty keypad. “’s me, Demo, THEN you! That’s how ‘s always been!”

“Yeah, well, it’s gonna be different today!” Scout retorted, bringing up the receiver to his ear. Demo scowled, and banged a fist on the door, “Laddie, out! I promised tha old lady ‘d give her a call-!” Scout stuck his tongue out childishly, before he perked up as the ringtone ended as the line was picked up. “Heeeeeey Babe! How ya doin’?”

A chuckle from the other end sounded, “Hey, J. It’s been good, how are you?” “Oh, fine, fine... Just stuck keepin’ these bozo’s in line, if ya know what I mean.” With that, Scout glanced at the two glowering men outside the phone booth, both of them giving him duel double-birds. Scout stuck his tongue out as his S/O responded, “Oh, i’m SURE that’s tough work. What is it, seven guys out there with you?”

Scout nodded, leaning against the wall. “Yeah, yeah, seven nutjobs, whackcos and men-children-” “Nothing like you, right?” Scout chuckled sheepishly, “Of course not.” The responding chuckle caused a grin to show up on his face, and he decided to go for the flirting tactics. “Y’know, bein’ stuck here til infinity with seven otha people don’ equal up ta a minute bein’ around ya.”

“Aw, honey...”

“Yep, that’s me! Sweet golden boy, thatsa me!”

At this point, Scout happened to glance out the glass, and his smile fell at the sign Sniper now held against the glass. “Uh, babe, listen... Gotta cut this call short.” He muttered, the words ‘Get out, or i’m selling you as a chatty crash dummy for human sized microwaves’ on Snipers sign making him wince at the imagery. “Aw, are you sure, J?” He sighs, turning back to the phone. “Yeah, babe, sorry... I can call you later?”

“Sure... Or, you can come visit...?” Their voice had turned flirty, and he grinned. “Well, maybe I can get a ticket for next weekend, and we can... chill.” He said suggestively. “Sounds like a plan, babe?”

“Mmhm, sounds amazing. Love you.”

“Naw, Love ya too, babe.” “Can’t wait to see you.”

“Me neither, bab- SNIPER WAIT, WAITWAITWAIT! GIVE ME TWO SECONDS, OH gOD!”

“Nope, too late, ya took ya sweet time, now ‘m gonna- DEMO THAT’S MY PHONE!!”

“Not mah problem!”

From the other side of the line, the poor soul listening in to the following fight, raised a curious brow as screams, punches and animal howls erupted from the phone. After a moment, the line was, hesitantly cut.

#hope you enjoyed #poor scout #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 drabble #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 request #tf2 scout #tf2 demoman #tf2 sniper #tf2 s/o #tf2 ask #askbox #anon #ask

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imagineclaireandjamie · 7 years

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Flood my Mornings: Ian (IV)

Notes from Mod Bonnie

This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.

See all past installments via Bonnie’s Master List

Previous installment: Ian (III): [Newborn fluff]

July 22, 1951

Come now, man: you were the Laird of Broch bloody Tuarach. It wasn’t long ago when you were capable of everything from bringing down foes on the battlefield barehanded to manipulating the workings of Europe’s royal courts. Even in more recent years, you managed to master an Automobile, did you not? For the love of Bride, you can certainly bring yourself to WALK to the Elevators.

Jamie did force himself to walk at a more-or-less dignified pace, but he let the foolish grin fly forth unchecked: Bree was here.

It had been only a day since he’d last seen her, but Lord, it seemed an eternity. More than once in that space of time, he’d found himself worrying for her sake. It had been so rushed, those minutes between their talking-to beneath the oak tree and when he’d entrusted her to the Harpers before fairly leaping into the Car to get to Claire’s side. He could scarcely remember how he had left things between him and his daughter. Had she spent the time apart fretting that he was still angry with her over the business with the climbing?

He walked faster. She had been fine, Marian (and later Penelope) had assured him in the times when he’d phoned, no tantrums or tears; but he still could scarcely wait another moment to have his little girl back in his arms again. For, full and complete as the experience of Ian’s birth had been, holding the wean made Jamie feel Bree’s absence all the more; a deep, growing ache in his wame, more noticeable with every passing minute. He needed to have both of his children there together, to kiss and hold them, to see both at once. A Dhia, came the stunned, joyful thought as he accelerated around the final corner: a father of two, Fraser...

Mrs. Byrd was just stepping out of the Elevator, Bree’s hand in hers, and Jamie could have burst with sheer joy at the sight, except that the minute his daughter laid eyes on him, she burst first: into tears.

He closed the distance between them in a matter of moments and caught her up into his arms, clutching her tight against his chest in a terrible panic of love and worry. “Bree, lass?”

She had thrown her arms around his neck at once, and he could feel the whole of her little body shaking as she sobbed out something that sounded like ‘Da.’

“I’m here.” He cupped her head. “Shhhh, dinna fash, lass, it’s alright....What’s the matter, a leannan?”

Penelope was apparently as bewildered as he. “Goodness! Where did that—She was quiet all morning, but I didn’t know something was—Oh, there, there, honey,” she crooned, coming close to stroke Bree’s back. “Tell us what’s the matter, sweet pea.”

Even with an inconsolable toddler on his shoulder, Jamie was filled with such tenderness and gratitude toward this dear woman. He and Claire truly couldn’t work at their hours and pace of life without Penelope’s endless dedication, a fact that would be all the more true in future, with two wee ones in her charge. To her credit, she was no cold, cruel governess like those in the stories: ‘Grannie Byrd’ was truly a member of the family. Jamie managed to bend down and kiss her on the cheek and express some of the depth of his gratitude with words, even over Bree’s tears. He truly hoped they never had occasion to learn what they would do without Penelope Byrd.

“Oh, you won’t have to, if I have anything to say about it,” she promised, patting Bree’s shaking back, then casting about a bit sheepishly. “I hate to run off and leave you without knowing what’s troubling her, but...”

“...But you’ve a wee grandson to meet,” he said with a smile, and for a moment, the look on her dear, weathered face made him wonder if he would have to manage two distraught ladies crying on his shoulder in a moment.

Still, as Penelope—glowing—made her way down the hall to find Claire and Ian, there was only Bree; only his daughter, sobbing her entire heart out.

“Alright, now,” he murmured in Gaelic, finding an empty chair on a quiet side-corridor and settling down into it. Surely, this was only the relief of an unaccustomed separation ended at last, he reasoned, and that would be soothed easily enough. “It’s alright, wee love....Cry all ye must...It’s alright, mo chridhe....”

He closed his eyes and held her tightly, a lump in his throat making him feel as though he would join her in crying at any moment. She just felt so big in his arms, so solid and full of lively energy, and all at once. he wanted to hold her there forever and keep her from growing up—that she might stay his wee one, always. “I love you, Brianna Ellen,” he murmured, finding it was the only thing that could hold the weight of all he felt.

What Brianna said in response had Jamie’s eyes flying open wide, and he bolted up so straight and so suddenly that Bree detached from his neck and would have toppled backward. “What was it ye said?”

Her face was red and wet and swollen, her expression the exact twin to her voice: wretched and genuinely crushed as she repeated: “...Love Beeyin more—th’n—me?”

“NO,” he swore violently. He saw her jump and forced himself to lower his voice. “That is absolutely not so, Brianna.”

“But—” She rubbed her eyes with both fists, hiccuping and still sobbing. “But them—they—”

“Bree.” He managed to get her to meet his eye again, torn between simple astonishment and anxiety for the state of her heart. “What on earth would make ye think such a thing?”

“Didna’nt MEAN to think one,” she wailed. “People were say—sayin’—”

“Which people? Who, lass?” he pushed.

“Meerin an’— Mister Tom an’ the people.”

“Oh, aye?.... And what did they say to ye?”

“That—” Tears welled up again in force and her words were choked and gasping. “You’re so much happy—‘cause of havin’ a—a baby thatsa baby-boy for FINALLY, and—and—” She collapsed once more in a heap around his neck. “An’—I—was—sad.”

“Oh, my sweet, wee cub...”

Jamie pulled her as close as he could, and kissed her again and again, her warm head pressed against his cheek. If Marian or Tom had truly made such a comment, he knew it would have been a completely lighthearted jest that had gotten unfortunately misconstrued. Still, by whatever means, that sense of ‘finally’ had obviously taken root in Bree’s heart, for the feeling behind that word had been deep and true.

“The people didna mean anything by it at all, Bree,” he promised. “It’s just how folk talk sometimes, aye? Some nonsense about how daddies are supposed to like their boys best, and mummies, the girls.”

“Thit’s—It’s...” He felt her sniff, heard the tentative hope. “....it’s a nonsense?”

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “‘Aye, of course it is. Lass, I love your baby brother wi’ all my heart, but there’s no’ a single thing in the world that could make me love YOU less.” She coughed and gulped for air, and Jamie decided that perhaps humor would be of some use. “In fact, your Mum and me quarrel ALL the time about which of us loves ye most.”

She stirred and glowered dubiously up at him from under wet lashes, lips still quivering. “...Who’s....the most one?”

“Both of us.”

“But who?”

“Mum AND Da.”

Bree had trouble not grinning, though she made a valiant effort to stay stoic.

Jamie pressed his good fortune. “And, let’s face it, wee Ian shall—WELL....Can ye keep a secret?”

“Yeah!” she whispered, streaming eyes suddenly wide. “I’m keep it!”

“Only between us, ken....?” Jamie whispered confidentially. “Your wee brother is going to have to work verra, VERRA hard to impress, because his sister is already the best there is.”

“Me’s, the siss-ter?”

“Aye, that’s you.”

She giggled even as a latent tear slid the rest of the way down her cheek. Jamie thumbed it away and kissed the track, serious again. “Truly, Bree: no matter how much we love Ian, your Mum and I canna love you any less, not ever. It isna even possible, do ye hear me?”

She got a deep breath at last and exhaled it, the life coming back to her eyes. “Aye-okay.”

“Aye-okay, indeed.” He kissed her, his heart full. “Shall we go meet your wee brother, then, cub? He’s been asking after ye...”

And her smile—captivating him entirely with the earnest joy and excitement in it—was all the reassurance he needed.

#;Flood my mornings #;mod bonnie

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