a field full of flowers

WHAT ARE THE SIGNS MADE OF?

Aries:
The PASSION of a five year old that really wants to steal a cookie out of the cookie jar.
The CHARISMA of a potato. A charismatic potato.
The INTENSITY of an earthquake, rocking your world and your house since before years were a thing.

Taurus:
The STUBBORNNESS of a child that refuses to eat their broccoli and will cry until their parents let them leave the dinner table.
The COMPLEXITY of doing algebra problems without a calculator.
THE DEPENDABLENESS of that one friend who always tries their best to not let you or anyone else down.

Gemini:
The IMPLUSIVENESS of a middle schooler’s first kiss.
The FLEXIBILITY of a professional gymnast, constantly flipping and turning 360 degrees at a time.
The TALKATIVENESS of a child who just learned how to talk. You want to ignore them, but you can’t because they’re just so gosh darn cute. 

Cancer:
The CARE a teenager has towards their new phone for the first week of owning it.
The PASSIVENESS of someone who is always unaware of their surroundings, but for some reason always knows what’s happening around them.
The GENTLENESS of a shiny glass cup, one mistake and they can be broken right before your eyes.

Leo:
The DRAMATICNESS of an episode of pretty much every teen drama that has been on the air for way too long.
The EGO of celebrities, always inflated and is constantly validated by others, either negatively or positively.
The GENEROSITY of a teacher that decides to give the class another day to work on a tough homework assignment. 

Virgo:
The PERFECTION of opening a new book and smelling that new book smell.
The INDEPENDENCE of a tall and beautiful flower blooming in field full of dull grass and dirt.
The CRITICALNESS of a Gordon Ramsay that spends his life roasting people on twitter.

Libra:
The CHARISMA that Aries wishes they could have and 34 shades of more charisma on top of that. Loads of charisma.
The INDECISIVENESS of someone who really wants to text someone that they like, but doesn’t want to come across as desperate.
The PEACEFULNESS of feeling that everything is okay in life and being able to finally get a good night’s sleep.

Scorpio:
The EVILNESS of a villain that just wants to be understood in this complicated world.
The PARANOIA of someone that’s been hurt way too many times in another life and just came out the womb guarded.
The WIT of someone who just mastered the art of sarcasm and refuses to talk any other way.

Sagittarius:
The CURIOSITY of a child wanting to know where babies come from and will not stop until they get answer.
The HONESTY of a mom that always wants to make sure that her children look as good as she does when leaving the house.
The INTERESTINGNESS of that one strange toy from 5 years ago that you found while cleaning your room the other day.

Capricorn:
The AMBITION of a grandmother making food for her starving grandchildren on a Sunday afternoon.
The MATURITY of an adult who finally understands the concept of adulting and is pretty gosh darn good job at it.
The INTELLIGENCE of Einstein, but it may not always be used. Trust me though, it’s there. 

Aquarius:
The STRANGENESS of your cousin that everyone thought was going to be successful, but is now a professional hipster.
The REBELLIOUSNESS of a suburban teen who just discovered rap music times one hundred.
The DETACHEDNESS of someone who has not been able to find someone that they can fully trust yet.

Pisces:
The CREATIVITY of doubt and security dancing together in a flame of inspiration.
The INTUITIVENESS of a good friend that always knows when you’re upset and how to cheer you up.
The COMPASSION of sweet child who just wants to make sure that everyone around them is happy.

What The Signs Are Made Of?

Aries:
The PASSION of a five year old that really wants to steal a cookie out of the cookie jar.
The CHARISMA of a potato. A charismatic potato.
The INTENSITY of an earthquake, rocking your world and your house since before years were a thing.

Taurus:
The STUBBORNNESS of a child that refuses to eat their broccoli and will cry until their parents let them leave the dinner table.
The COMPLEXITY of doing algebra problems without a calculator.
THE DEPENDABLENESS of that one friend who always tries their best to not let you or anyone else down.

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memory found || stiles stilinski

word count: 4242

warnings: season 6 spoilers, mentions of sex, light swearing

prompt: part one of this imagine

author’s note: yeah, so i got just a little carried away with this tbh. i really liked the idea of this imagine and i am really happy with how it turned out. also, THAT SEASON 6A FINALE! AM I RIGHT?? anyways, enjoy this imagine and feel free to make requests!

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By definition, Stiles and Y/N were friends with benefits.

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Look how quickly Credence begins to trust Newt. Imagine how hard it must have been for him to do that. Here he’s been dealing with another wizard who acted like his friend, like he wanted Credence. For the first time in his life, Credence felt wanted, and it all blew up in his face. And now here’s this new wizard, telling him the same thing, that he can help, that he wants to help, and somehow Credence finds it in him to decide that yes, he can trust this person.

It’s strange to realize, but Credence is actually the most optimistic person in the whole movie. Because no matter how much he’s whipped and manipulated and used, he’s ready to trust. Even though he doesn’t fit our mental image of an “optimistic” person–bubbly, full of sunshine, probably dancing through a field of flowers–Credence is undeniably optimistic in the true sense of the word: constantly looking for light in the darkness. 

Petname Babygirl II pt.3

yoongi x reader

genre: filth..fluff? I don’t know except for the smut, dom!yoongi

this chapter contains a bit of everything, I guess

word count: 10.6k


Your business trip involved boring meetings, some time for yourself and you being naked and tied up underneath your boss.

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Full Bloom

There was a slam from behind him as Bucky kicked the door shut with all the might his ten-year-old body could muster, and then the sounds of distant yelling from inside the room he’d just stormed from.

He didn’t care. The people his mom had taken him around to visit were assholes. He just felt bad for leaving Stevie in there to fend for himself- although to be honest, he was probably just having to be held back by Mrs Rogers as he made a desperate attempt to smash their kneecaps in.

Bucky growled at nothing, kicking a nearby rock as he marched through the unknown village. The place they were in was foreign to him; the rich side of town where Bucky rarely even heard about, let alone visited. Only reason he’d been dragged along in the first place was because of the new job his and Steve’s mom had both been offered, and their potential new bosses had wanted to meet for dinner to discuss ‘arrangements’, whatever that meant.

They probably didn’t want to discuss anything now- not after the way Bucky had reacted. 

Which was great. Meant his mom had lost the job offer. Again.

And Bucky had tried, he really had- best behaviour and everything that his mom had asked him to- he knew that this was important to her. And Sarah. Probably more so to her; she and Stevie struggled to put food on the table as it was.


And he’d ruined everything.


Sniffing and adamantly refusing to cry, he kept marching, unsure of where he was going, but uncaring too. He just needed to… to find somewhere quiet. 

He’d be in so much trouble when his momma got hold of him.


It was only a few minutes later when he came back to himself, realising that he’d somehow managed to wander into a field, filled with pretty flowers and lovely green grass. It was surrounded by trees perfect for climbing, and the sun shone on it in a way that made it all glow.

Not that Bucky cared. Right now, he just needed a place to sit and be grumpy.

Throwing himself forward, he fell to his ass with an angry little growl and tucked his knees up against his chest, staring moodily ahead of him. There were little flowers dotted around the grass, and he picked at them absently, ripping their petals off and then letting them flutter to the ground or float away in the light breeze.


“Hey! Don’t do that, what did the flowers ever do to you?”


Bucky jerked and turned around immediately, eyes wide and searching for the owner of the voice. He definitely hadn’t expected to be found in a place like this- not so soon anyway.

Ahead of him, there was a skinny little boy, his warm brown eyes as big as saucers as he stared down at Bucky and the angry look that was still etched on his face. The boy was dressed in clothes that probably cost more than the contents of Bucky’s entire room, but there was grass stains and muddy patches all over them. His curly hair was falling into his eyes a little, but he quickly brushed it out when he saw Bucky looking; probably out of habit.

“Those… those flowers are pretty. Don’t ruin them,” the boy said weakly, apparently losing his confidence as he saw Bucky’s grumpy look.

He probably did look quite scary- a boy already tall for his age, in the wrong part of town and picking apart flowers in this fancy field whilst wearing a look of absolute thunder on his face. No wonder the newcomer was looking a little shifty.

He made an effort to smooth out his face a little, but he doubted it did much. “Sorry,” he said gruffly, shrugging his shoulders, “I’ll find somewhere else, I didn’t know you were here-“

“No, I didn’t mean you had to leave,” the boy said hurriedly, taking a brave step forward, “I just heard you storming in, and wanted to see who you were. That’s all. And there’s better ways to make use of the flowers than to rip them up, you know.”

Bucky looked at him quizzically, and then his eyes drifted down to the little chain of colourful flowers the other boy was gripping in his hand. Apparently losing all confidence again when he caught Bucky staring, his eyes widened and he hid the offending object behind his back, taking a little step back once again. It was like he was dancing, he moved that much.

“They’re just flowers, it’s not a crime, boys can like flowers too you know, I don’t- don’t beat me up,” he stumbled, holding his chin high in defiance but failing to hide the panic in his eyes as he took another step back.

Bucky furrowed his brow in confusion. Why the hell would he think he was gonna get beat up? Bucky didn’t hurt anyone- not unless they started it first, anyway.

“I’m not gonna beat you up,” he declared, shaking his head, “and I know it’s okay for boys to like flowers. I was just angry, and I wanted to fiddle with somethin’. Sorry if I hurt them,” he said, biting his lip.

He didn’t want this boy to think he was mean. Even if he probably looked pretty mean right now- Bucky didn’t want him to be scared. He looked as if he was scared quite a lot, actually.

There was silence, as the boy ran another hand through his hair and bounced on the balls of his feet. He was keeping his eyes fixed on his floor, and Bucky was just about to get up and say he was leaving when the boy suddenly spoke up again.

“I come out to this field when I get upset, like you. But… uh, I use the flowers too. I just mess with them in different ways,” he said, like that was supposed to explain something.

Bucky looked at him in confusion, and after a few seconds the boy’s hand was slowly removed from behind his back, revealing the pretty chain of flowers again. “Have you ever made a daisy chain before?” he asked tentatively.
Bucky shook his head, wondering where the boy was heading.

“Okay. Do you want to learn?”

He was being looked at almost fiercely, and the boy’s knees were crouched a little, like he was preparing to run at a moment’s notice. It made Bucky frown again, because why the heck did this person seem so convinced Bucky was going to try and hurt him?

“Yeah. Okay. I’d… I’d like that,” Bucky answered, trying to smile a little, despite his foul mood.

The boy’s eyes widened, like that had not been the answer he was expecting. Bucky noted that he had very nice eyes. And hair. In fact, he was even prettier than Dorothy- the girl who sat in front of him at school. Everyone loved her- but she didn’t share a patch on the boy stood in front of him right now.

“I’m Tony,” he stated, finally stepping forward and holding out his hand.

“Bucky- nice to meet you.”

“Come with me,” Tony said, pulling on Bucky’s hand and leading them to the left, where the trees met field, “I know a place full of so many flowers you won’t even know what to do with them all.”




“So why were you angry?” Tony asked, his knee knocking against Bucky’s as he carefully wove a tiny little stem through the gap in another.

Bucky paused, face clouding over. He put his chain down carefully, in case he ripped it in his frustration. “Mine and Steve’s momma met their new bosses, and they’re really stupid.”

“What did they do?” Tony asked, “did they not know how to count to ten?”

“No, not that kinda stupid,” Bucky waved him off, “they were just mean. And wrong. There was an advert on the TV and it had two boys in it and they said that it was disgusting but it isn’t disgusting. I like boys. I know I’m not disgusting. An’ I told ‘em that much myself, ‘cuz I ain’t afraid of no dumb adults,” Bucky said defiantly, hands fisting against his legs as he thought back to their gross faces.

Tony was staring at him, and Bucky realised that maybe Tony thought he was disgusting, too, so he jumped to his feet angrily. “If you don’t like it either, you can take your flower crown and scram, ‘cuz you’re just stupid too-“

“No!” Tony raised his hands, eyes wide as he looked up at Bucky, “No, I don’t think it’s disgusting. I just think you’re… you’re really brave. I could never do that to adults. I tried to do it once, when my dad called me an idiot, but then he just hit me and so I didn’t do it again,” he said, looking at the floor again like he was… like he was embarrassed or something.

Bucky frowned again, confused. Why would his dad have hit him? Weren’t parents supposed to keep you safe from being hit, not be the ones to do it in the first place? 

That being said, Bucky had noticed the angry red mark that was cutting through Tony’s cheek, and wondered if that was the reason he was in this field in the first place. And if it was his own dad that was doing that, it made everything even worse.

“I’ll beat him up if you want,” Bucky said, sitting down again so that his leg was pressed up against Tony’s. “Like I said- I’m not scared of no adults.”

Tony’s eyes were wide, and he was staring at Bucky like he was his guardian angel or something. Bucky liked Tony looking at him like that; it made him feel all fluttery inside. “You’d really do that? For me?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded his head adamantly, “definitely.”

Tony smiled, but then shook his head and sighed. “No. Dad’s strong, and even if you’re strong too, he’s big. I don’t want him to hurt you too. That’s why I come out here. I like flowers. They’re pretty. And dad can’t yell at me when I’m here.”
There was a short pause, and then Tony’s eyes widened as he turned to face Bucky. “You can’t tell anyone you saw me here, okay? If dad finds out I like flowers he’ll call me stuff and hit me and stop me coming, and I really like it here, so you can’t, okay, you can’t-“

“I ain’t telling your dad shit,” Bucky told him, liking how the curse word sounded on his tongue. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he’d heard someone yell it on the street, and thought it would be a good thing to use here. “I like flowers too. And you. I wouldn’t tell him anything that might hurt either of ‘em.”

Tony relaxed a little, and nodded gratefully. “Thank you. And by the way, I definitely don’t think it’s disgusting. I like boys too- more than I like girls. But I just don’t tell anyone because I don’t want people at school or home to beat me up more,” he admitted, worrying at his lower lip and avoiding Bucky’s eyes again.

“But… why are you telling me then?” He asked.

Tony looked at him, and then shrugged, his cheeks beginning to turn pink. 

“’Cause you’re my friend. Right? And friends can tell each other secrets.”

Bucky thought about every secret of Steve’s he had kept, and then nodded his head. “Definitely.”

“Good,“ Tony broke off, finally finished with the little chain of daises he’d been making through the conversation. He raised it up and smiled at his work, before shuffling forward a little and carefully placing it around Bucky’s neck. “It suits you,” he said quietly, and Bucky thought the blush that was spreading through his cheeks again was very pretty.

Bucky nodded looking down at the chain around his neck and smiling. “You can wear mine when I’ve finished- it won’t be as good though, ‘cuz you’ve been doing it longer and I’m still learning-“

“I think it’s great anyway,” Tony assured him, picking up the half-finished masterpiece, which was a little uneven and splayed. But Tony was practically beaming at it, and it made Bucky feel lovely and special.


“BUCK! BUCKY! YOU HERE?” A loud voice interrupted, and both of them jerked, Tony’s eyes flashing with panic as he dropped the chain and turned. Bucky made note that he didn’t like loud voices.

Quickly grabbing his hand, he caught Tony’s attention. “Hey- don’t worry, that’s just my friend. He’s called Steve, and I’ve been gone a while, so everyone’s probably worried. And mad. But not at you,” Bucky explained hurriedly. “Do you wanna go, or do you wanna meet him?”

Tony paused, before looking across at the boy who was even tinier than him, shock of blonde hair falling over his face as he stumbled through the long grass and searched for his friend. “I’ll stay.”

“Good, because he’s great- you’ll love him,” Bucky grinned, before pulling them both up and waving. “STEVIE!”

Steve turned, eyes locking on to both of them immediately. He frowned a little at the sight of Tony, but it was gone in a second and replaced with a friendly smile. “WE’VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU, IDIOT,” he yelled across the field, beginning to jog across until he had caught up with them. “Your mom’s gonna give you an earful when you get back, you know?”

Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, I know I was stupid- I ruined their jobs-“

“No no, they don’t care about that. The people were assholes, they turned down the offer as soon as you slammed out of the door,” Steve explained, “your mom’s mad because you just wandered off for two and a half hours in a place you don’t know. Idiot.”

“I had Tony,” Bucky said defensively, “we made flower crowns. And now we’re friends and he’s gonna hang out with us, okay? He needs to teach you how to make flower chains- he’s awesome at them,” Bucky explained, squeezing Tony’s hand and smiling, gesturing proudly to the chain around his head.

Steve stared at it for a few seconds, and Tony was all jittery again, but then Steve just smiled in wonder and stepped forward, examining the work around Bucky’s neck. “That’s so cool! Can you make me one?” He asked, eyes wide.

Tony practically beamed, and nodded his head happily. 

“But I get to make Tony’s,” Bucky added quickly, shooting Steve a look. 

“Why can’t I make one for him too?” Steve asked, frowning.

“’Cuz I’ve known him longer and I asked first,” Bucky replied.

Tony giggled a little, and Bucky’s stomach went all fluttery again. “You can… if you want, you can both make me one?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but upon seeing the desperate looks Bucky was throwing his way, he slowly shut it again, comprehension dawning on his face. “Oh. I didn’t realise… uh, you know what, Tony, I think I’ll leave it to Bucky. He’s better at them than me, and he did ask first.”

Tony just shrugged, and then smiled at Bucky again. They were still holding hands. “Okay.”

“Uh, Buck- I hate to break this up, but if I don’t come back with you soon, I think your mom’s gonna call for a search party,” Steve said sheepishly, interrupting their moment and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

Bucky sighed grumpily, but nodded his head. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Tony, do… do you want to come ‘round to my house sometime? Steve will probably be there, and there’s a nice meadow behind our garden. You can teach us how to make even cooler chains than before, and… and I’ll be able to make you one all on my own?” Bucky asked it like a question, and looked stubbornly at his shuffling feet as Tony’s hand squeezed around his own.

“I’d like that, yeah,” Tony said softly, prompting another beam from Bucky.

“Cool! I’ll… I’ll meet you here at the same time tomorrow, and we’ll walk down, okay? Sound good?”

Tony nodded happily, a little stunned expression on his face as his gaze jolted from person to person, as if he expected the joke to be revealed.

Bucky squeezed his hand a little tighter and then let go, the great big grin still on his face. Bad moods seemed impossible now. “I’ll come find you tomorrow then, Tony,” he called out behind him, walking up to Steve and then making their way toward the roadside.

There was a pause, and then the sound of hurrying footsteps prompted Bucky to turn around again. He only had a chance to look at Tony in surprise for a second, before suddenly the smaller boy had leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

It lasted 0.3 seconds and the butterflies that Bucky had been feeling all afternoon suddenly exploded in his tummy, lighting up his face bright pink and turning his knees to jelly. He felt like his heart was doing somersaults as he watched Tony lean back down again, covered in a pretty blush of his own, and then turn tail and run back through the grass, waving behind him as he went.

Bucky stood there, stunned, until Steve suddenly burst out laughing and elbowed him in the ribs. “Bucky and Tony, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-“
“Shuddup,” Bucky said gruffly, unable to take the smile off his face as he shoved Steve gently.


Steve continued to giggle all the way home, but Bucky didn’t even care. He was going to look up how to make the best flower-crowns that night, so that he would be able to impress Tony when they next met tomorrow.

“I think he’s gonna be real good, Buck,” Steve said, suddenly solemn, as he nodded his head pensively.

“I know he is,” Bucky agreed, head still tilted in the direction the other boy had run.


He was gonna make the best flower crown for Tony. Just you watch.

Consider: topaz in a field full of yellow flowers

alone together, finally, and just at peace. fused topaz is happy because she can feel how content both topazes are to just be together and to be her, and just.
a closed circle of love and safety

topaz on earth, slowly learning not to be afraid of being told to unfuse, being accepted as a new entity (and probably doing some quality soul searching with garnet). The immense relief and joy that topaz will always have topaz, and they can exist in whatever way suits them

topaz being free to wander as herself, experiencing new things like Ruby and Sapphire in the answer

topaz being celebrated for the love that comprises her instead of the strength her fusion has

topaz happy!!!! topaz crying happy tears!!!! being understood and appreciated!!!!!

Haikyuu!! Pairings Pick-Up Lines

Headcanons about what pick-up lines some of the Haikyuu!! pairings would use on each other. If there is something that you would like to see headcanons made for, you’re welcome to request it!

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i am nothing compared
to those sunflowers and
red roses around you;

i am nothing compared
to the bright stars and
those rays of sunlight;

i am just an ixora in your
field full of beautiful
flowers; but you love me–

despite all the flowers–
you chose to look at me,
you chose to pick me,

despite how bright they shine,
you chose to cherish the
rays when i kissed your skin

—  L., Thank you, Love
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birdlovesafish  asked:

May I request a Photographer Jughead and a Modeling to pay her way through college Betty fic pretty please? With Betty becoming Jug's muse?

Girls On Film: Part 1

Summary: After insulting every major supermodel in the business, world renowned fashion photographer, Jughead Jones, is paired with up-and-coming model, Betty Cooper. 

Words: 2,966

Warnings: Swearing and drinking. 

A/N: I know nothing about the modelling/photography world. Most of my knowledge comes from America’s Next Top Model. I’m really sorry this is so long. Also, I have nothing against any of the models mentioned in this story. 

Part 2 is here. This is also on AO3

I also edited this myself so prepare for errors. 


“Cara cancelled.” Veronica Lodge informed her boss Jughead Jones.

“Why?” He asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone. He looked at a variety of different lenses with his assistant photographer, Sabrina Spellmen, a tiny, blonde wannabe photographer.

“She found out you were the one shooting and pulled out.” Veronica gathered her dark brown hair into a ponytail, faking nonchalance as she waited for more questions from the world most sought after fashion photographer.

“Why would she do that?” He questioned, handing Sabrina suitcases full of equipment. “We took such beautiful pictures together.” He lied.

“She doesn’t really remember it that way.” Veronica crossed her jean clad legs, letting her foot bounce. “She remembers a large argument where you called her ‘a fucking brain dead meat sack with a pretty face’ and she told you to go fuck yourself and then you called her a cunt.” Veronica raised her eyebrows. “Do you remember that, Jug? Cause I do and apparently so does Cara and she didn’t take so kindly to it.”

He placed his clenched fists on the table. “I asked her to look wistful and I asked her if she knew what that meant and she nodded.” He turned to look at Veronica. “And instead of wistful, I got constipated. Thank god she’s beautiful and I could salvage the shoot.” He pulled on his suspenders as he walked around his bright living room. “How about instead of giving the models free clothes at the end of each shoot we hand them a fucking dictionary.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Its bullshit, they go on about my temper but does anyone say anything about their mediocrity? Just because they are hot doesn’t mean they are models. We aren’t just selling clothes, we are selling a lifestyle and if I can’t get girls who can take direction then I can’t do my job.” He untied his flannel button down from around his waist, discarding it on the bed. “I need girls with fire in their eyes.”

“Well, I’m not sure what you are getting today but I’ve heard good things.” Veronica stood up and pulled out a portfolio. She placed it on the coffee table and pushed it over to him. “She walked the runway for Dolce and Gabanna, Elie Saab and Dior last season.”

“I don’t give a shit about runway.” He snapped approaching her.

“She’s a former ballerina but she quit because she was too tall.”

“How tall?”

“Six feet and because she used to dance she’s very flexible and good with her body.” Veronica informed.  “She’s done editorial in Vogue, Elle, W and Paper Magazine.”  

“Let me see her face.”

Veronica moved out of the way and let him browse the portfolio. The first thing Jughead noticed was her body, you could tell how tall she was without scale and Veronica was right, she knew how to move and pose it. The only problem was the photographers didn’t know to photograph her properly. They made her look awkward and gangly.

He turned the page to see a shot of just her face. Her blonde hair was slicked back and she had honey running down her face, dripping off her eyelashes and mouth. She had a strong jaw line, cheekbones that most models would die for, pouty lips, and green-blue eyes that looked like that were churning in the still image.

That is what he wanted. That was fire.

“What’s her name?” He asked.

“Elizabeth Cooper,” Veronica said looking at her nails.

“And we have her?” Jughead moved away from the table and grabbed his bag.

“She is on site right now in hair and make-up, waiting for you.” Veronica packed everything up realizing they were about to leave. Sabrina was piling bags and boxes up near the door.

“This is what I’m talking about.” He pointed at the portfolio. “Finally a model I can actually work with.” He grabbed his sunglasses and slung his bag over his shoulder. “I should start calling people cunts more often, this really worked out for me.” He grinned.

“I really wish you wouldn’t.” Veronica muttered, as the three of them left his house and headed to the site.

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qualityspicymemes  asked:

2D dating headcanons please!

2D Dating Headcanons:

•Absolutely LOVES planning dates for the two of you! He puts so much thought into it as well, and he always tries to make sure you’re doing something you enjoy. Past dates include going to the aquarium, the zoo, the carnival, and he very often takes you to places that have lots of open space for you to have a picnic, for example, a park, or a field full of flowers! He does try to take you ice skating and roller skating, but he’s a bit too clumsy and falls over.. quite a lot. However, he’s willing to try anything to make you happy!

•Likes to surprise you with little gifts all the time! Sometimes its the typical flowers and chocolates, but he does try to get creative, surprising you with more personal gifts like an item of clothing he thinks you’d look amazing in (which is most clothing to be honest), or a book you’ve wanted for a while.

•He’s a very cuddly person! He’ll cuddle you whenever you can! Despite the fact he’s quite skinny, he’s surprisingly comfortable to cuddle, although sometimes bony elbows and knees and be somewhat awkward.

•He’s quite a protective person, and although he doesn’t exactly get jealous when he see’s other people eyeing you up or flirting with you, it makes him quite worried that you’d want to leave him for another person considering his past, but you can quite easily reassure him by showing some affection and a few ‘I love yous’.

•He quite often gets anxiety attacks, and you can always find a way to calm him down, which is something he really loves about you. Sometimes its the kind of anxiety attack where he sits there shaking and crying (those are the most heartbreaking to see), but mostly he gets the kind where he zones out and sits there struggling to breathe. Luckily you know how to help him through both!

•He tries is very best to help you through any anxiety/depression/ other mental illnesses you may have, but it breaks his heart to know that there’s not a ‘cure’ for any of it. He’ll do anything to ensure he can make it as easy as he can for you to cope with it.

Wink Wink Heart Heart (Part 1)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Character(s): Reader X Minhyuk, Best Friend!Changkyun, Kihyun

Genre: fluff, smut in upcoming chapters, romance, slow-build

Warning(s): tooth-rotting, fluffy pick-up lines, fuckboi!minhyuk

Length: 3.2K

Summary: In which Lee Minhyuk is a fuckboi and he is so not your type. 

Prologue | Part One |


The faint whirring of air conditioning is the first thing that reaches your ears as you step into your lecture hall, knees almost buckling under the weight of your backpack. Taking an early morning class for organic chemistry may not have been the best decision possible, and you discovered that truth a bit too late - the first day of college. So now, halfway through the semester, you find yourself regretting every morning, every step that brings you closer to this hell.

Toppling over into your seat, you pant as Minhyuk slides into the seat next to you. His smile is entirely too bright for this early in the morning and a very, very small part of you swoons a little when he directs the smile at you. It’s a very small part of you, though. Almost non-existent.

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Narnia headcanon- a short ending. I suppose

This is focused more on Edmund and Susan’s relationship

In TLB, when Peter said Susan was no longer a friend of Narnia, Edmund’s heart truly broke. He couldn’t bare the thought of his beloved sister not believing in Narnia. A hot steamy tear rolled down his cheeks, that was the first time he ever shed a tear in front of Peter and Lucy.

Peter wanted to make her believe in Narnia again but failed because he was too determined, and their conversation would usually end with him getting shouted by Susan. Lucy was the one who was worried about Susan the most. She kept on reminding her about Narnia, all day and all night, without letting her to have time to rest and think. You know how things ended.

Edmund, however, used a totally different way. He would tell Susan stories of their times in Narnia whenever she was sad or depressed. He always managed to make her smile even when she was so angry at him.They would hug each other whenever things get rough back in England, and he would visit her every week. He would call her “Queen Susan, the Gentle” whenever she was sad or angry. The words somehow calmed her down. Ed was the only one who Susan could deal with.

When Ed didn’t visit Susan that week, she knew something was up. She remembered seven stars shining extremely bright that night they passed away. Ed failed to visit her the next morning which made Susan anxious. She calmed herself down by calling herself “Queen Susan” with the tone Ed used to call her by. She marched down towards Ed and Lucy’s house, they lived together. She froze at the sight of police surrounding their house. She approached them without thinking and when the police asked if she was Susan Pevensie, her heart broke for the first time. She knew something had happened.

The police tried to explain to her what had happened but Susan just couldn’t bare it. She sat on the ground, crying for them to come back. The pain in her heart caused her to cry even more, to shed even more tears. She remembered the last time she saw Peter, he was holding her hand, begging her to stay for another two minutes, begging her to not leave her family. But she left, she left without saying good bye. She remembered the last time she saw Lucy, she was crying, she couldn’t bare seeing her two eldest sibling fighting. She remembered the last time she saw Ed. He raced to catch up with her after she had left the family reunion. He asked her what was wrong, and she went totally barbaric on him. She told him that she can’t handle anymore, she just wants to live in the real world but you guys kept on trying to make her believe in a made up world that doesn’t exist. She just wants to leave. She begged him to leave her.

Edmund couldn’t do anything except watching his sister leave. But he yelled, “I’ll see you on Sunday Queen Susan?” Susan stopped in her tracks, she turned and gave him a weak smile, “Yeah.” Edmund remembered hearing a crack, he thought he had stepped on a brach. He only realized now that it was his heart. He never kept his promise.

Susan kept on crying, her face was red, her nose was blocked, and her eyes were watering. Suddenly she stopped, she couldn’t explain what had happened but she suddenly remembered a name. It was something starting with A… Aslaine? Aslam? Then something clicked, Aslan. Her legs started moving, and before she had realized where she was heading, she was already standing in front of a church, and next to her was a cat. The cat had dirty blonde fur and pointy ears. The cat meowed, and she stepped into the church.

Susan never thought she would see her siblings again, until she woke up years and years later in a field full of flowers and trees. She could see three figures standing in front of her. She finally made it back to Narnia, she was in Aslan’s country.

*im sorry if this is really bad worded. english isn’t my first language so my grammar isn’t as good as native English speakers but I tried my best :)

to be honest, I actually cried whilst writing this… XD

Sweet Dreams (Jesse McCree)

Originally posted by purpledrxgon

Pairing: Jesse McCree/Reader
Words: 1360
Warning(s): None except the overuse of darlin (im sorry)
A/N: Shiiit sorry this took a bit, I’ve been swamped with school stuff these past few weeks + I addictivly play overwatch rip my soul.
AU: Meeting your soulmate in dreams.
Request:  If you’re a slut for AUs, how about the one where you dream about meeting your soulmate for McCree? Please and thank you!!!


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When I was young my favorite color was always ‘garden-green’ (that was the name of a particular crayon): – a yellow-green like a field full of mustard-flowers and dandelions after a rain; garden green reminded me also of Sundays, especially Easter Sundays, when my family would let me go out to the yard to find chocolate Easter eggs hidden for me in the wet grass; but the green dress had a different hue altogether, a darker green, though not as somberly pure as an evergreen tree because she possessed a hint of blue in her. – How can I triangulate upon this lovely green? – At one time the forest must have been women’s green dress. But now the leaves are scattered; and only one leaf of all the billions contains the vanished forest. This green dress of hers was the leaf. From its template the primeval ferns could have been reconstructed, the great green trees with raspy sticky bark, the emeralds in the moss, the long afternoons after the dinosaurs when we hid our faces behind our translucent-webbed hands, and the very weed-sap was green and sweeter than maple.
—  William T. Vollmann, “The Green Dress”

Sometimes El will sit in the clearing by Hopper’s place for hours on end; reading books and drawing as the sun shines down on her back and bees buzz around her. It’s her favourite place. She loves the smell and the quiet. The winter after she discovers it is dreadful, because there is no more tall grass or blue skies above. But she, Max, and the boys make the most of it and have frequent snowball fights there. 

In the spring, the field is full of flowers and it is the greatest thing she has ever seen. El gathers a bunch and makes everyone flower crowns. 

Without You: Bloodstone (Part 1)

Genre: AU, werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

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Originally posted by tbhobi

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 1:

The night air is crisp, burning slightly but pleasantly in my throat and lungs with every rapid inhale. Overhead, the full moon casts a delicate, silvery glow on the surrounding trees, dappled pattern changing with every soft breeze. Leaves crunch under my shoes, making it easy to trace not only my whereabouts, but also his, even at a distance. I lighten my steps, hoping to buy myself a couple meters and thus a few more seconds.

The bag in my hand is heavy, but I force myself to put up with the weight a little longer. Taking my lips between my teeth, I press myself against one of the many trees that peppers the forest, sparse when standing among them, dense when taking it in as a whole.

I can hear him pause, listening for me.

Suddenly, it’s too quiet. The leaves have stopped rustling and my heartbeat sounds like a drum. Trying to further muffle my breathing, I place my free hand over my mouth, ears straining to find any sign of life. Where is he-?

My scream cuts through the night air as his warmth wraps around me, pinning my back to the rough bark, but stopping me from falling with a sure yet gentle grip. Jungkook’s nose presses into my hair, putting his lips right next to my ear as he says, tone teasing, “Gotcha.”

I push him away playfully, making sure the bag hits him, “How do you DO that?”

Pulling off the scarf I had wrapped around his head, covering his eyes, he shrugs, lightly rubbing his upper arm from the impact, “Maybe you’re just really bad at hiding, Eun-ah.”

“Yah! No, that’s definitely not it,” I laugh, walking around him; yet glancing over my shoulder to make sure he follows. “But if it makes a difference, that was the fastest one yet.”

Jungkook smiles as he jogs to catch up, “I’m getting better.”

“You’re getting CREEPIER,” I tease, eyes searching for the clearing, “Now help me find it.”

“Remind me why I’m doing this?”

“Because I play YOUR stupid games all the time and this only happens once a month,” I hoist the bag over my shoulder, a more comfortable resting position for its heavy contents. “I know you know where it is.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and guiding me forward, “I do.”

Despite us having gone there only twice, Jungkook guides me with the surety of a professional navigator. Within the first thirty seconds, I give up trying to recognize the trees that all look the same, instead choosing to watch my companion’s face. His features are tensed in concentration, but I’ve always thought the expression suited him.

Living in a rural town with a population that is constantly teetering on the edge of one thousand means it is easy to become best friends with a next door neighbor, especially one as sweet and smart (and handsome) as Jungkook. It also helps that we are two of less than sixty people around our age within a ten mile radius, but I still count myself as fortunate.

“You’re the best,” I tousle his dark hair before sprinting forward, into the field sprinkled heavily with bright purple and blue Hepatica flowers.

Jungkook follows me hesitantly, glancing at the tree line as if he’s expecting someone to emerge, but I ignore him, opting to throw down the heavy bag in the middle of the clearing and start sifting through the various rocks and jars of herbs.

“Eun, are you sure you should be messing with stuff like this?” his low, apprehensive voice makes me pause. Squatting like the well-mannered girl I am, I swivel around to look at him with a questioning expression, but my friend’s attention is locked on something above us, presumably, the moon.

“You were fine with it last month.”

A small, uncertain noise comes from the back of his throat, “Yeah, but this time, it feels different. Bad.”

“It’s not like I’m summoning demons,” I scoff humorously, locating and taking out the old leather bound book I had somehow found on Ebay of all places, “Divination is harmless.”

“Really? Because standing in a flower field at midnight during a full moon…” his sentence trails off as I find the second object I need, a cloth pouch, removing the smooth bloodstone carefully, running the pad of my thumb over the bright crimson speckles.

“I need to concentrate, strong smells help with that, I like the smell of Hepaticas, and this is the only place we can find a whole bunch of them,” I explain as I stand, glancing down at the text near my feet for further instruction. “And the book says the full moon will bring me closer to the spirits.”

The lack of protest from my usually highly responsive companion catches my attention and I can’t help but pause, turning to see if something is wrong. Unmoving, painted in the harsh, highly contrasted, yet grey tinted colors of night, Jungkook stands with his back to me, gaze still fixed on the unobscured moon above us. Suddenly, I notice how eerily silent it is, the air itself seeming to hang, suspended, stifling, which makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle.

“Are you okay?” I ask hesitantly, but receive no response. I’m not even sure he heard me, so I try again, taking a step toward him, “Yah, Jungkook-”

My friend immediately collapses.

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