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She’s a good dog.
Very good dog .
She’s a good dog I posting.
She’s a good dog,
My God she’s good!
Can’t believe how good she is!
She’s a GOOD DOG!
For my dear life!
She’s just so freak…ing GOOD!
She’s a good dog.
Expensive dog!
This dog better live for bloooooody years!

Help. I’ve fallen hard for Mystic Messenger and I can’t get up. 

I’m one of those fans who have multiple MCs, cause damn they all deserve to be happy. It’s just more fun that way for me ^-^ In all my MM headcanons, art, and fanfics- I always use these girls. 

How their story works is that Unknown has 5 different girls to choose to send to the RFA, and whichever member he wants to manipulate determines which girl he chooses to be the party planner (and therefore determining what route the player is on.) All 5 of them were specifically chosen because Unknown knew they would have the most significant influence on their target RFA member.

If you want to know who they are and read more about them, just continue under the cut!

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  • Me, covered in glitter with three layers of eyeshadow on and rose petals in my hair, wearing a long flowing bright red dress and 7 inch heels, draped across a grand piano, hitting random keys and singing at the top of my lungs as a single tear rolls down my cheek: not to be dramatic, but
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Jaebum pulled up outside the bar, screeching the car to a halt and lunging out of the drivers’ seat to walk around the car towards the doorway. He found you, shivering in the cold night air, clutching your elbows around your knees as he bent down to meet you at eye level.

“You’re freezing” he mumbled as he quickly flung his coat around you, noticing the long, dried up rivers of mascara that your tears created on his way there. His heart clenched in his chest as he pulled you to your feet, quickly finding out that walking in 7 inch heels wasn’t going to work. He scooped you up - bridal style as he held you in close to his warm body, carrying you over to the car while the many onlookers whooped and whistled in jest at his apparent heroic actions.

“Ignore them” he whispered in your ear as he set you down to open the car door, helping you inside and buckling your seatbelt before shutting the door and joining you on the other side, putting the car into gear and setting off  in the direction of home.

“Are you mad at me?” you whimpered, looking at his hand resting on the gear stick as he shifted it to third gear.

“No” he paused, taking a deep breath and concentrating on the late Friday night traffic. “You just, scared me.”

“It’s not like I was going to die. Everyone gets drunk Jae” you sighed as you sank yourself down into the seat, watching him take the familiar turns and roads to your apartment.

“That’s not what I meant. I thought I’d lost you, (Y/N). You still don’t believe me, right?” he looked at you as he parked the car in front of your place, pulling the hand-break up and switching the engine off.

“I do believe you. I was just, angry.” you looked down to the car floor as more pitiful tears began threatening to fall down your cheeks. Jaebum clicked his tongue before ejecting both of your seatbelts, hopping out of the car and running around to help you out too, taking you in his arms once again after locking the car and carrying you up to your apartment. He used the spare key you gave him many months ago to let you both in, helping you remove your shoes before lifting you into your bedroom.

“Lets get all this muck of your face and then get a good nights sleep. You’re gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.” he gave you a sleepy smile, referring to your make-up as he pulled out your removal wipes from your vanity - diligently cleansing your face as gently as he could.

He stood up, motioning for you to put your arms in the air as he pulled your dress off you, un-doing your bra and removing his shirt to put it on you before taking off his jeans and rolling you on to your side in case you would vomit in the middle of the night. He snuggled up behind you, letting his hands place themselves on your hips as he pulled his body closer to you, finally being right where he wanted to be after all the mess that happened.

“Jae?”

“What is it baby?”

“I’m sorry, I love you. So much”

He gently kissed your neck, pressing his lips flush against your skin and letting them linger there for longer than usual.

“I love you too. Close your eyes and go to sleep baby. I’m not going anywhere, so just sleep now”.

KPop has really altered my fashion sense over the years - for the better. At least, I hope. But there’s one thing I just can’t get right - those 24/7 high heels. How… how do you DO that without falling over or setting your feet on fire? MAJOR props to girl groups who perform tirelessly in them. (and also props to the ggs that wear flat footwear - you go!)

Master (Park JiminXReader) Ch.1

Pairing: CEO!Jimin X Female Reader

Request: No

WC: 1,853 (I can’t tell if this is short for a first chapter…)

POV: First Person

Rating: M

Contains: CEO!Jimin, Secretary!Reader, Dirty Talk, Master Kink, Teasing, Dom!Jimin, “Good girl”,  light biting, light hair pulling, light scratching, semi-public sex.


Originally posted by jiminsjiminie


My light brown L shaped desk sat right in front of his door but against a window. The blinds to his glass office were closed like always unless he was in a good mood, which was unlikely. Mr. Park didn’t talk that much to anybody but his father, the CEO before him, and the sales department director of the company you worked at. He only says a few things to me a day, I need those emails, those papers, or that meeting to be rescheduled.

I ran inside the building and tapped my foot while waiting for the elevator. Why was it the one day I was actually late one of the elevators had to be broken and all of the others full.

There was a meeting in 10 minutes and I told Mr. Park I’d have all the typos and papers in the newest presentation finished today. The only problem was the conclusion, last night my laptop died and I had left my charger on the desk. The worst part though, Mr. Park believes the opening and the conclusion are the best and most vital points of a presentation.

8 minutes.

The elevator still wasn’t down yet and it still had 7 more floors. I opened the door to the stairs and started quickly walking up them. I needed to get to the 14th floor in less than 6 minutes, finish the last few sentences and give them to Mr. Park before the presentation.

7 minutes.

My heel broke and I sighed loudly as i just took off my shoes and started jogging faster, my breathing more heavy and my clothes feeling tighter.

6 minutes.

I started jogging even faster. I was only on floor 4.

Once I got to our floor Mr. Park walked out of the meeting room angrily and the clients left the room quickly and pushed past me and into the elevator that just opened. I quickly walked to my desk and turned on my computer.

“Mr. Park, I am so so sorry I couldn’t make it to the meeting before this one to take notes. I was trying to finish the presentation notes for the Japanese clients for the next meeting.” I said rushed after I stood and bowed a few times and I continued to apologize.

He was holding papers in his hand and didn’t even look up from them before he crumbled them a bit in his hand and just slammed the stack on my desk. “My office now.” He said loudly.

I stood before slowly moving my way into his office. The door closed hard behind me making the room seem more cold and dark than usual because of all the blinds being closed and the only light coming from the main window behind Mr. Park’s desk the over looked the city.

“What is this about sir, if I may ask?” I said softly as I sat down.

“The meeting the presentation notes were for was moved to two hours earlier. They were a complete mess because the conclusion typos were so bad and someone” He glared at me as he twirled his pen in his hand. “wasn’t here to fix them or at least take over.”

“Oh my gosh, sir I am so so sorry… When did it get moved?” I asked quickly before looking in my planner.

“Last night. We sent out an email…” He said softly but with a still firm tone. My fucking laptop. Great.

“Sir, my laptop died and my phone and charger were in the office last night so I had no way of getting the ema-”

“Do you know how bad it looks on my part if my employees look unprepared? Especially to men who know my father.” He said softly before he set down the pen.

“Sir I don’t know what I could do to possibly compensate for what I did…”

“Well…” He all of a sudden smirked “…what are you willing to do? That little stunt we had to pull to make it seem somewhat less of a mistake could cost millions.”

I looked up, realizing he was staring at my legs and my white tucked in shirt.

“Anything.” I smirked as I sat up more before he stood and he put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up and slowly lead me to stand before he unbuttoned all of the visible buttons before backing me into his desk. A few items fell as he pushed back his name plate so it wouldn’t fall and few papers scattered onto the floor.

“What about calling me master?” He brushed the hair off of my shoulder and pulled me closer before quickly flipping me around and pulling me against him hard as he unzipped the pencil skirt I was wearing.

“I think I could do that sir.” I said and he loosened his tie and smirked.

“You mean master.”

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They Wanna Make Me Their Queen

( Prompt: princess diaries style “I grew up not knowing I was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me I was so now I guess I’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but I still have a crush on you” AU ) 

PART 3

A/N: So my crush talked to me today ( it was just a simple hello but I DIED ), and I died again when I saw Tom Holland strip down to his boxers in that new trailer. My friends are probably sick and tired of hearing about me rant about Tom Holland’s abs and my new husband, Matt Murdock.

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As it turns out, you don’t have to worry about keeping secrets from your friends for long.

After about a month of gruelling ‘after-school’ sessions with an endless string of tutors, of having to come up with flimsy excuses for cancelling on outings and get-togethers, of having to tough out the agony of avoiding Peter’s soft and concerned eyes that beg you to tell him what’s wrong, the paparazzi snap pictures of you and your grandmother having afternoon tea in the Hilton. They’d put two and two together, and before you could say, “I have a crush on Peter Parker”, pictures of you are splashed all over the front page.

Your phone’s been buzzing non-stop, but you’ve been ignoring the messages and missed calls – Did you even know fifty people from Midtown High? – too focused on your very furious grandmother, who’s been pacing the room, a wild animal in cage. Peter’s face, coupled with his adorable smile, flashes across your screen for the tenth time; you flip your phone over so that you won’t have to see his picture.

“Grandmother, I’m sorry,” You apologise meekly. “This is my fault.”

Throwing the papers aside with an impatient huff, your grandmother rounds on you, her eyes fierce and piercing. You almost regret having said anything.

“Silly child,” She says, her tone warm and exasperated all at once. “How on earth is it your fault? It’s the damn press –”

You’ve never heard her swear before. It makes you giggle.

“Frankly, I’m surprised that we’ve been able to keep you out of the public eye for so long.” She shakes her head, deep in thought. “But now that the – How do you say – dog’s out of the kennel, we’ll just have to make the most of things.”

“What’s going to happen to my baby?” Your mother demands, going into full mother-bear mode, her voice holding an edge of protectiveness to it. “Is (Y/n) going to be safe?”

(M/n), I assure you that precautions are being taken, even as we speak. There will be increased security –”

You’re sure your face turns pale at the thought of having a team of beefy bodyguards on your heels 24/7.

“– We’ll enroll her in some self-defense classes, we’ll get her a Taser, some pepper spray … Whatever’s necessary. I swear on the Crown of Serangoon that I will do anything and everything in my power to keep (Y/n) safe.” Grandmother sighs then, having gotten it out of her system, and continues. “However, I think a press conference is in order. We’ll have to introduce (Y/n) to the public officially, and the date of Coronation Day will have to be pushed forward –”

Your mother and grandmother launch into a deep and lengthy conversation about banquets, fittings, classes. And all you can do is sit there, your head spinning, a satellite out of orbit.

At least you don’t faint this time. 

It’s progress, at least, you think.


You walk into school the next day, and nearly run out screaming for Stanley to take you back home, press camped outside the school be damned.

Stanley had had to muscle his way through about three feet of screaming paparazzi pressing themselves onto you from all directions, screaming out their questions, the camera flashes blinding and searing themselves into your retinas.

Everyone wants a piece of you, it seems. Kids goggle at you when you walk down the halls; in addition to the news article, there had been a news report filled with pictures of you: From a smiley, gap-toothed, pig-tailed (Y/n) to a teenaged (Y/n), smashing her cheek with Peter, clowning about for the camera. The press had raided your Snapchat, Instagram and Facebook accounts, it seemed. You’d had the misfortune of seeing the report at a diner, but the fortune of having Stanley and his limo nearby; you’d ran out before anyone could identify you.

Kids you barely know, have barely talked to in the past year – nerds, jocks, Queen Bees – all stop to talk to you. A year ago, you wouldn’t have been breathing the same air as them; but now, all everyone wants is to talk to you, to ask for your autograph, to invite you to parties.

Worse, your friends are slipping away. You manage to wave to Michelle only once, in a corridor, surrounded by your new fan club. She doesn’t return it. Her eyes are huge and dark and accusing, all at once. As for Peter – he’s taken to spending time with Ned, and he can’t quite look you in the eyes, even when you try to catch his gaze. 

You know that you have a whole lot of apologizing and explaining to do, but how can you possibly start if your friends have already decided that they want nothing to do with you? To avoid encountering Peter, you bury yourself in your phone and hurry away. Every instance leaves you with a frigid soreness buried so deep inside that no amount of heat could wring it out.

On second thought, you accept that party invitation.


You’re wearing a slim black Costume National sheath dress, a strand of pearls around your neck. Your hair is neat, your face made up with a thick layer of makeup. You look like you’re a famous model – or a princess – and you can feel the press staring at you as you walk into the room with Grandmother.

You’d caved, had tried to dial Peter on your cell phone with trembling fingers, but it’d gone straight to voicemail. You try not to think it’s because he hates you.

Grandmother handles the interview like a pro. Public speaking is not your forte – there had been an unfortunate incident in the fourth grade involving a judging panel at the annual talent show, and the front row of students being covered in vomit. All you have to do is fix a vapid smile onto your glossed lips, sitting stiffly between your mother and grandmother.

“Princess (Y/n),” Someone’s saying your name now, and you immediately glance up, more than a little startled at being addressed. “We’ve received pictures of you and a boy identified as Peter Parker. Is he your boyfriend?”

Your hands are shaking. Your knuckles are white when you ball them up into fists. You might have a security detail, a whole armoury of weapons and weekly self-defense classes, but Peter, Ned and Michelle don’t. If you’re not careful, someone could hurt them to get to you. 

And you don’t think you could live with yourself if it did happen.

Protect your friends, only to lose them … Or disregard their safety for your own selfishness?

It’s not even a choice.

Your mouth is dry. You have to practically force the words out of your mouth. “No. No, they – Peter was just a … He’s not important. None of them are.”

The moment the lie leaves your lips, you want to scream. You want to take all your words back.

But you can’t.

The boy is mine?

Pairing : Sam x Reader, Dean
Word count : 1,290
Author : Mel
A/N : Idk what radio station my kid is listening to, but when I went to shower, it was playing “The boy is mine” by Brandy and Monica (that was a kick in the childhood). I wrote this as a result.



You checked yourself out in the mirror before getting out of your car. This was so not like you. But he was hot, and sweet, and you were very, very interested. His name, was Sam. A guy like him could walk into any room, anywhere, and have his pick. But for some reason, he was slumming it online with the likes of you. And you were not about to complain about that. You had been chatting with him for months, and he messaged you tonight letting you know he was finally in the area. Sure it was an hour away from you, but you didn’t mind the drive. Gave you time to calm your nerves at finally meeting him face to face.

You took a deep breath before opening the hotel lobby door. It wasn’t a fancy place, probably two maybe three stars at best, but you didn’t care too much. You heard someone coming up behind you, and held the door for her.

“Thanks.” She gave you a smile as she strolled past, her high heels clicking, and hips swaying in her tight skirt. She must have a hell of a hot date tonight.

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Random Questions For Women

Here is a set of random questions for women. Let other people ask you or simply answer them yourself. Please reblog.

1. Lipstick or lip gloss?
2. How often do you wear a bra?
3. How moody are you when you are on the your period?
4. Skirts or dresses?
5. Are your ears pierced?
6. Do you like high heels?
7. Have you ever worn high heels casually?
8. Have you ever been a bridesmaid?
9. How often do you think about your wedding?
10. Have you ever been a Girl Scout?
11. Were you ever ever voted a homecoming or prom queen?
12. Do you belong to a sorority?
13. What is the heaviest you have ever weighed?
14. What is your dress size?
15. Did you play with Barbie dolls as a child?
16. Do you like the color pink?
17. What celebrity do you admire the most?
18. How often do guys hit on you?
19. Has another woman ever flirted with you?
20. American ladies: Did you vote for Hillary Clinton?
21. Have you ever faked an orgasm?
22. Have you ever taken the pill?
23. Have you ever been on a blind date?
24. Has anyone ever tried to set you up on a date?
25. What personality trait are you most attracted to?
26. Indoor or outdoor wedding?
27. Do you consider yourself a feminist?
28. How do you define girl power?
29. What is your favorite lipstick?
30. What is your favorite perfume?
31. Do you like eye shadow?
32. Beyonce or Taylor Swift?
33. Have you ever worn a skirt or a dress without any panties?
34. One-piece swimsuits or bikinis?
35. Have you ever given birth? If not, would you ever want to?
36. Have you ever called your friends your girlfriends?
37. Have you ever called a non-lover a term such as honey, dear, babe, or darling?
38. What is the longest your hair has ever been?
39. Have you ever dyed your hair?
40. What hairstyle do you wear the most?
41. Name five things you always have in your purse.
42. Are you named after anyone?
43. What is one thing you think most men don’t know about women?
44. Who is your favorite Disney princess?
45. What is your favorite thing to cook?
46. Can you sew?
47. Do you do any yoga?
48. How easily do you cry?
49. Have you ever hosted a sleepover?
50. What is your favorite fashion brand?
51. What is the most amount of money you’ve ever spent in one single mall trip?
52. Is shopping a sport?
53. How much jewelry do you typically wear?
54. After how long would you start to consider a relationship to be serious?
55. From 1-10, how polite are you?
56. How well can you write in cursive?
57. From 1-10, how much do you enjoy decorating for holidays?
58. Oprah Winfrey or Ellen DeGeneres?
59. Have you ever kissed another female? If so, did you like it?
60. Have you ever wished you were born a male?
61. How often do you paint your nails?
62. Coffee or tea?
63. How big is your closet?
64. Have you ever experienced any sexism? If so, please explain.
65. Do you own any lingerie?
66. From 1-10, how much of a neat freak are you?
67. Do you like tube and halter tops?
68. Do you like crop tops?
69. Are you a virgin?
70. Are you pro-life or pro-choice?
71. How good of a cook do you consider yourself?
72. Have you ever talked yourself out of a driving ticket by using your looks?
73. What is your opinion of equal pay?
74. Have you ever watched Sex & The City?
75. Have you ever been to or do you belong to a book club?
76. What is the most masculine thing about you?
77. Have you ever worn the same outfit more than once?
78. Do you have any piercings anywhere besides your ears?
79. How many male friends do you have?
80. Would you rather your lover give you some chocolate or flowers?
81. Have you ever been a ballerina?
82. Have you ever been a cheerleader?
83. Wedges or stilettos?
84. Breastfeeding or formula?
85. Short or long nails?
86. From 1-10, how much are you like your mother?
87. From 1-10, how much are you like your father?
88. How often do you shave/wax your legs?
89. Do you like romance novels?
90. Do you like frozen yogurt?
91. Do you kiss on a first date?
92. Have you ever kept a diary or journal?
93. Do you like romantic comedies?
94. What is your favorite piece of clothing?
95. Have you ever thought you were pregnant because your period was late?
96. Have you ever drank a non-alcoholic beverage out of a wine glass?
97. From 1-10, how feminine are you?
98. Showers or baths?
99. From 1-10, how much of hopeless romantic are you?
100. How good are you at communication through facial expressions?
101. Have you ever carried a spare pair of underwear with you in your purse?
102. What is your preferred way to carry a purse: in your hand, in your elbow, or on your shoulder?
103. Does it matter if your bra and panties match or not?
104. How often do you put lotion on your skin?
105. Have you ever worn any fake nails or fake eyelashes?
106. Have you ever successfully been on a diet?
107. Are you comfortable showing off a little cleavage?
108. What do you think is your best physical feature?
109. What do you think is your worst physical feature?
110. How white are your teeth?
111. From 1-10, how healthy do you eat?
112. Favorite romantic movie?
113. Have you ever stood by a door waiting for someone to be nice and open if for, even though you could have opened it yourself?
114. Have you ever stood by a chair waiting for someone to pull it out for you?
115. How strict are you about manners?
116. Can you do the splits?
117. Have you ever been considered the mother of your circle of friends?
118. How many items do you own that are a floral print design?
119. How big are your sunglasses?
120. Complete this phrase: I’m so glad I’m a woman because______.

Some Draco Malfoy Headcanons

-He’s got a few freckles on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose but most of his freckles are on his shoulders and upper back.

-Has one mole near the corner of his right eye and another one on his jawline. He also has a few on his neck. Most of the time he covers them up but sometimes he just can’t care about them enough to do that much.

-His hair is slightly darker in the fall and winter, more of a goldish color but in the spring and summer his hair is stark white.

-Draco is actually super good with animals when he’s by himself and specifically adores horses. 

-He grew up around horses most of his life, he’s also the type of person who’ll point out any horse he sees when you’re driving with him.

-Cats are really attracted to him and he’ll take a good half hour out of his day to pet any cat he sees. He’s weak for really fluffy cats but also finds spynx cats to be quite fascinating. 

-Has a birthmark on his hip that looks like a boat.

-Owns at least 7 pairs of heels, he’s a classy man with classy tastes.

-Either looks like the cover of a magazine or looks like a hobo, there’s no in-between

-Got into knitting as a way of de-stressing, makes sweaters in his free time and donates them when he’s finished them.

-Has an 8ft long scarf that he knits constantly, its a bunch of mixed yarn but he works on it at least four times a day.

-Taps his foot all of the time, taps other things, he taps a lot

-Doodles on all of his work, turned in ministry paperwork with doodles all over the margins.

-Is super gay for Harry potter

-Drinks more coffee than he does tea.

-Sleeps with five blankets on his bed, only uses like one at a time.