#luke blog

[syndullahera]

STAR WARS: EPISODE V - THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK (1980) -dir. Irvin Kershner

[godslove]

[i-heart-yellowstone]

hi! Can you do a Kacey fic about s4e1? Where him and Monica were already divorced, he was dating someone else who was with Tate that day. She gets shot protecting him. Just a lot of fluff!

thank you!

Protecting the Heir

Walking up the wooden stairs inside the main house I heard my phone started ringing inside my blue jeans pocket until I removed it outside of my pocket and pressed it up against my right ear. “Hey cowboy, how bored are you of that desk job already?”

“Extremely. Not much is happening today. I’d definitely rather be working the ranch with you and Tate.” Kayce sighed heavily on the other end of the phone.

I smiled weakly even though he couldn’t see it. “I know, honey. But just a few more hours and we can all cuddle up on the couch with some barbecue that Gator made and have nachos for dinner. How’s that sound?”

“You’re a girl truly after a rancher's heart.” Kayce declares and I swore I could almost hear the smile on his voice.

I snorted a laugh back in response. “Well I am dating one after all.”

“I'll make you my wife tonight when I get back if you keep talking like that. What is that - oh shit!” Kayce mumbled something under his breath before I could hear gun fire on his end of the phone call.

I called out his name, beginning to worry. “Kayce! Kayce what's happening over there?”

“Go to the bunkhouse.”

I asked him not sure what he meant. “What?”

“Find Tate and go to the bunkhouse. Grab one of the shotguns by the kitchen too.” He shouted back at me before I heard gunfire going off in rapid fire before the phone call went dead. I called his name even though the line had cut off, feeling a nervous tightness inside my chest. “Kayce! - shit - Tate, Tate!”

Bolting up the rest of the way of the staircase searching through the rooms for the young boy. When Kayce moved back onto his father’s ranch he had brought his son to live with him. During that time I was hired by John as his new horse trainer, which allowed me and Kayce something to instantly bond over.

He had divorced his wife Monica a few months before we had met. She still has some visitation with Tate but ultimately Kayce and I have full rights and parenting responsibilities over his son.

“Y/n! What happened?” Tate’s voice came from his bedroom before I saw him running straight towards me.

Wrapping my arms around his body once it collided with my body I held him for a brief moment. Remembering the phone call with my fiancé I broke the hug intertwining my hand with his, leading him down the stairs quickly. “Turn around and go down the stairs. Your daddy says we gotta leave.”

We scrambled through the living room heading towards the kitchen that had a door closest in the direction of the Bunkhouse. I gasped slamming into the chest of a guy dressed all in black clothing and a mask so I couldn’t see his face. “Urgh!”

“You or the kid try to run and I’ll kill you.” The stranger reached inside his coat, revealing a handgun from the waist of his jeans.

Pushing Tate behind me I glared at the guy. “You’re going to kill us either way.”

“I’d suggest you not talk back to me girl if you know what is good for you.” He warned me by keeping the barrel aimed directly at my forehead.

I didn’t waste another second before raising my leg and kicking the stranger in his groin causing him to drop the firearm and dropping to the ground in pain. Whipping my head around I hollered to the young Dutton standing behind me. “Tate, get to the bunkhouse - arrgg!” Suddenly the guy yanked me backwards by my hair, throwing me down onto the kitchen floor. He wrapped his hands around my throat, choking me while I attempted to reach for the handgun with my right foot. He noticed and elbowed me with his rib, making me moan. “Asshole!”

“Y/n!” Tate called my name hiding in the doorway of the kitchen, panic clear in his voice.

I punched the guy in the jaw where he held his chin rubbing the sore area. I began crawling away reaching for the gun, nearly grabbing it with my fingertips till he grabbed the back of my jacket dragging me backwards to him. “You’re gonna pay for that, bitch!” He wrapped one hand around my throat taking out a knife and quickly stabbing me in my lower stomach making me scream like a banshee.

The attacker removed the knife ready to stab me a second time but his body immediately collapsed beside me following a loud bang sound. “T-Tate.” Slowly rolling onto my side when I lifted my head I sighed in relief seeing the young kid holding the handgun in his hands.

“Y/n, you’re - you’re bleeding.” He lowered the handgun eyeing the stab wound on my stomach.

Getting up from the ground holding onto the nearby counter for balance I noticed my eyes getting heavier the second I was standing straight up. My throat was sore and I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. “Tate - call - 9 - 1 - 1.” Pressing my freehand to my bleeding wound I saw that my hand was quickly being covered in my own blood. I went to take a step forward towards the kid unfortunately I collapsed before him immediately falling unconscious.

The next time I blinked open my eyes I quickly shut them closed, getting blinded by the bright hospital lights shining down on me. Peeking one eye open I turned my head to the side seeing Kayce sleeping on the bed side of my bed with his head resting on his crossed arms until I lifted my hand close to him gently shaking him awake. “Kayce. Kayce, hey.”

“Hmm. Y/n. Y/n, oh my gosh.” Relief was the first expression to cross the youngest Dutton son’s face. He got up from his chair raising a hand to the side of my face cradling it in his palm. “I thought I had lost you. The nurse said you had lost a lot of blood.”

Leaning into his palm I placed my hand over his larger one. “Nobody can get rid of me that easily. Where’s Tate?”

“He’s out in the waiting room. I didn’t - the doctor recommended that he saw you once- if you woke up. Fuck, I thought I was about to lose you when I saw you all bruised and bandaged up laying in this bed.” Kayce admitted with watery eyes sniffing through tears. I could tell he was trying to remain tough but it didn’t last before he started bawling happy tears.

Opening my arms out wide I gestured my head to the side wanting him to climb up into the hospital bed with me. “Awe, come up here cowboy.”

“We can't both fit on the bed.” He shook his head no.

I smirked in his direction, raising a brow knowing he would cave in a second. “You thought differently when it came to having sex in the backseat of your truck.”

A genuine chuckle left his lips which was a rare sight to see given the lifestyle of his family. He pushed his chair back away from the bed then climbing into the bed once I had scooted over to the other side allowing him room. “Sometimes I wish you didn’t know me so well.” He wrapped his arms around my waist.

Running my thumb over the stubble on his chin I locked my gaze with his deep brown eyes. “If I didn’t pay attention to what you like, I'm not sure I’d be wearing this engagement ring on my finger.”

“I was thinking about that actually. How would you like to get married tonight?”

I sharply gaspe not expecting those words to come from his mouth. “Kayce John Dutton are you shiting me right now?”

“No, darling.” He stared deeply stare at me. “I’m very serious. Today made me realize that I don’t want to wait another minute. I want to call you my wife now.”

Draping my arms over his shoulders I leaned forward connecting my lips with his. He leans into the kiss moving one of his hands to the side of my face and his other hand gently threaded into my hair deepening the kiss the second he earned a moan from my lips. I threw one of my legs over his before he shifted so he was laying on his back and I was sitting on top of his lap, only focusing on how good it felt to kiss the other in this moment.

“Ew gross!” Kayce and I broke the heated kiss quickly turning our heads to the doorway noticing his ten year old son was standing there watching us.

I blushed, sending the kid a bright smile. “Tate, I’m happy to see you.”

“Are you feeling better after getting shot?” He asked nicely, crossing the room until he was at the end of the bed.

Nodding my head I knew I'd definitely feel more of the pain once I left the hospital since they had to do surgery to remove the bullet and close up the stab wound that I had. “I'm a little sore but I'll be fine. I'm just relieved that guy didn't hurt you.”

“So can we go get ice cream to celebrate your okay or are you and my dad going to start having sex again?” The young boy asked catching me and his father off guard.

Kayce turned bright red in the face as I was. “Tate!”

“What. I know when you close the bedroom to cuddle really means.” He shrugged his shoulders, sending us a disgusted face.

Running a hand down my face I sighed heavily so embarrassed. Dropping my hands into my lap I turned my attention back to his father who was likely still waiting on an answer from me. “So - uh about your idea earlier. How exactly would you get me discharged from the hospital in enough time for us to rush to the courthouse to get married before they close for the evening?”

“Simple, we just walk out and say we ain't got time to wait. We wanna get fucking married.” Kayce said with a smirk across his face, and I knew there was no changing his mind once he had an idea in his head.

I warned him. “Kayce.”

“Please darling.” He gave me sweet puppy dog eyes.

Closing my eyes I paused for a moment before getting his son's attention. “Tate, go grab one of the wheelchairs in the hallway. We're busting out of this place.” He ran out into the hallway leaving me and my fiancé in the room alone.

Grabbing Kayce’s jaw with my fingers I turned his chin so he was looking back at me before capturing my lips with his. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be calling you my husband tonight because you’re so impatient, Dutton.”

“Have you ever known my sister to be patient about anything? That should have told you that it runs in the family, honey.” He chuckled, kissing me longingly where I wrapped my arms around his neck deepening the kiss, happy that I would call him my husband the second Tate came back to help me sneak out of the hospital room.

[animanga-stuff]

Luke Braveheart from Zenshu

[dreamooarts]

Compilation of all of my Layton doodles 🕰️

[letsyapthenightaway]

Hockey Boys Reaction to Your Teddy Bear Having Their Jersey.

They would all find it so cute.

Luke Hughes- Luke’s blushing and smiling. He's not gonna mention it but his crush having a teddy that has his jersey on? Has his heart racing. I can see him shyly sitting on the edge of your bed and glancing at it. You're just yapping away about something but the teddy is too distracting! he can't help but grab it. Once you notice you forgot to hide it you're also blushing. Now your both just blushing messes.

Jack Hughes- You are getting teased off the bat! "Is that teddy bear wearing my jersey?!" grabs it with the biggest smile and flips it to get a good look. Is fighting the urge to grab you and kiss you. If you get shy and embarrassed from the teasing he will shrug and be a little bashful while admitting he finds it really cute. Maybe even say that he's jealous of bear him for getting to be in your bed. Silence will hit after that as your both face to face just looking at each other.

Quinn Hughes- I feel like he would look at the bear with a "Huh" face but not confused with the like everything is clicking face. Smug smile, "Nice bear" would watch as you scramble to explain yourself just to chuckle and say it's fine. A bear does make sense to him, would ask where you got it from. Drops an "oh really" if you say you went to build a bear and made it yourself. Would softly grab the bear from your hands and look at it. Makes him more confident to try and make a move.

Matt Rempe- I don't know if I wanna be comedic and say that it's an extra tiny bear or one of those oversized bears. His eyes would light up, golden retriever energy, he's bouncing while making his way to it. Low-key it's his bear now, laying on your bed while cuddling it. Says that he needs one of you now. If he's feeling flirty he'd say that they could also go on dates like the one he's gonna take you on.

I've been really in a writing mood! Have a couple more ideas…as always everyone is free to add their own style/ideas.

I need more interviews to try and read these guys better

[percabethluv]

percy : “she met a pine cones fate”

[not-with-you-but-of-you]

GILMORE GIRLS | 3.17 x 6.18

[lynnyaps]

i’m a whore i’m sorry.

drop requests please!!! (sfw & nsfw welcome)

[jonasiegenthaler]

NJDevils: Name a better trio than Cap and the Hughes brothers. You can't.

[mvst4far]

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Clayton Beresford x f!reader summary: Clayton comes home from a bad day at work, hoping to unwind with you. warnings: everything is pure fluff!

Clayton spoiled you rotten─nonetheless. He'd surprise you with fancy dinner dates, new designer shoes, bags, you name it. Though you reassured him he was wasting his money, he disagreed entirely and never listened. He was always quite a stubborn man─which was the reason he was so successful.

Being the CEO of the Beresford Capital, definitely had its fair share of pros and cons. For this case, it was mostly pros. There were plenty of options for deals to merge with, having complying employees and being left alone in his office. Clayton loved having his alone time, even at home sometimes. He didn't mind if you hung around the office and fiddled with his pens or papers, he just needed silence for an hour or two.

Whenever Clayton was working late, he'd usually come home in a bad mood. The expectations he was always relied on─drowned him in stress, no doubt. The only good part when coming home, was being able to relax and unwind with you.

The front door to the penthouse slammed shut, causing you to flinch a little while currently finishing dinner up in the kitchen. Obviously, Clayton was in another bad mood.

"Sweetie? You okay?" You called out gently, placing the sizzling steak on a large plate, as well as a mix of vegetables scattered. You didn't hear a response for quite a while, besides some shuffling heard. Hearing your sweet, loving voice made Clayton internally relax a little, though he wasn't completely satisfied.

Suddenly, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. He was almost completely pressed up against you, that you could feel his rugged breathing fanning over your ear and neck. Sensing his distress, you frowned.

"Bad day, huh?"

"Mhm," Was all that left his throat with a nod of his head in confirmation, pulling you back to be closer. "This new merger is pissing me off, I need to find a loophole and close it." He grumbled, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

You listened quietly as Clayton began rambling on about work while you prepared dinner. He was never one to keep quiet when he had a lot on his mind─unable to keep it in.

"And then-" He was soon cut short by his phone ringing in his pocket, causing him to loudly groan. He unwrapped an arm from your waist but kept his other secured, reaching for his phone in the pocket of his dress pants.

Quickly answering the call, he spoke up. "What?" His voice was rough and seeped with un interest towards one of his stupid employees he hired. Which he was deeply regretting.

You continued to prepare dinner as Clayton spoke gruffly into the phone, keeping quiet to not disturb the 'important' phone call. The last thing Clayton wanted was to get calls from work─especially when he was getting comfortable while clinging onto you.

As the conversation started to get a little more heated and the frustration was evident, Clayton stepped away from you and out of the kitchen. He stood in the living room, looking out at the Skyline of Manhattan from the floor-to-ceiling windows as he continued to speak with an employee. He didn't want you to hear about his work call, knowing you'd become worried and interrogate for him to tell you what happened. He'd rather handle his work problems himself, without you getting in the way.

You could still faintly hear his conversation in the distance, setting up each plate for either of you. Once everything was prepared perfectly and neatly, you left the dishes in the kitchen and quietly entered the living room. Soon spotting Clayton no longer on the phone, you approached him from behind.

"Clay?" You whispered, not wanting to startle him.

Clayton had the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb, his shoulders tense before hearing you call out his name. His muscles began to ease up a little, turning around to face you. He met your soft eyes and pulled you into a tight embrace.

It was clear how much he needs this. How much he needs you.

His arms wrap around the small of your back, his chin resting on top of your head as he took in your welcoming scent. He always adored how you smelled like vanilla, which, no doubt, he enjoyed. Your arms came to loosely wrap around the back of his neck, providing a comfort.

"Sorry," He sighed, pressing a kiss on your forehead as he pulled back a little to look into your eyes. "I know I shouldn't be answering work calls at home, it's just-"

"Sweetie, don't worry about it, okay? I know how busy you are." You cut him off, reassuring him in a gentle coax.

"Yeah, I know... but-"

"But nothing." You cut him off again, not wanting foolish scenarios to enter his mind. "Let's just go have some dinner I prepared, okay? I made steak."

Clayton immediately cracked a small smile, "I love steak." He murmured, letting you take his hand in yours as you pulled him towards the kitchen.

"I know."

[redflagzsys]

hey guys can we please stop demonizing/censoring fusion and dormancy. it's literally a common experience with DID and is bound to happen, and i feel like censoring it is just gonna make people more scared about it. we've had a LOT of dormancy and a few fusions between alters, and guess what, we're fine. our system is basically the same still. yes, we don't have a few headmates anymore, but they're still technically with us?? not to mention that if dormancy is caused because the alter isn't necessarily needed, but can't fuse, is that not a good thing...? that an alter isn't needed anymore..? idfk maybe i got it fucked up but that's what i've grown to learn

istg some people treat it like they're dead or dying

[darlingpeasant]

They can NEVER make me hate him NEVER I say NEVER

[imbatman-imtired]

More kids quotes. I refuse to stop. Part 6, Part 5, Part 4, Part 3, Part 2, Part 1

"WHY DOES EVERYTHING SMELL LIKE SYRUP??"

-A very upset 16 y/o Dick Grayson after Barbara has coated his walls in syrup as a prank @grayson-on-the-chandelier

"Oh how tHE TURN TABLES"

-Jason Todd at 13, throwing a table at scarecrow @theredhoodofgotham

"WHY DO YOU ARE STILL HERE?!"

-Timothy Drake at 15 running on 2 hours of sleep over three days and yelling at Joker @not-timdrake

"What? You-? What do you mean you ate a plastic bag? Are you a bump on a pickle?"

-Cassandra Cain at 20 on the phone with Steph @cassandra-c-wayne

"Perish you mortal scum. You look like chunky peanut butter."

-Stephanie Brown at 17 talking to Clayface @spoilerpurple

"What the fuck? Did you just call me a little bitch is binary?"

-Barbara Gordon at 25 to Seer @babsggordon

"You actually look like foot fungus. Bruce look at him. He looks like foot fungus."

-Duke Thomas at 19 talking to the Riddler @irl-batsignal

"Do you know what 2 plus 2 is? Like genuine question. I'm worried about you man."

-Luke Fox at age 27 talking to Killer Croc

"Oh wow. You're.... a character... Bruce he's so ugly I can't."

-Harper Row at 24 talking about Mr. Freeze

“You’re like.. fantabulous…. slay.”

-Terry Mcginnis at 17 to Stephanie @terry-mcginnis-wayne

"Father look. *holds up a small wet cat* It looks just like Jason."

-Damian Wayne at 10 @feral-damian-wayne

[percabethluv]

NEW RICK UPDATE!!! 🔱

[letsbesharkfriends]

they're just sooooo cute 😭🥺🙁😄🤯😵🤕🤣 *emits sounds of an unwell person*