also i really want her dress

I was in Sephora the other day and a woman was there with her young son. When I say young, I mean probably 5 years old. She was looking at the makeup so he was running around looking at it too. He wasn’t being obnoxious or anything though, just excited. So he runs past me and I hear his mom go “No! Hey! Don’t put that on!” I turn around and see that he has one of the tester lipsticks in his hand. She snatches it away and says “You can’t wear lipstick. First of all, you’re a BOY. Boys DON’T wear lipstick.” and then she went on about how she told him not to touch anything.

It broke my heart honestly.
I understand not wanting your little one to mess of the testers but really? “You’re a boy so you can’t wear lipstick.” I mean, come on. You took him to a makeup store and he tried to put on some lipstick so I’m guessing he gets the interest from YOU.

On the flip side, when I worked in childcare, I knew a little girl whos little brother looked up to her so much that he liked to dress like her. The dad didn’t even bat an eye when his son and daughter both came in wearing skirts. I also knew many rather “punk rock” kind of families who would paint their sons nails all kinds of colors for no other reason than the children requested it.

SUPPORT YOUR BOYS IN WHAT THEY LIKE.
SUPPORT YOUR CHILDREN.
GENDER SHOULD NEVER LIMIT ANYONE FROM SELF EXPRESSION.

gamblingrabbits  asked:

I wanted to say you have such lovely art! I really love the way you draw rose and i was wondering if i could request rose in her fancy drinking dress? (Sorry, i forgot what its called haha)

thank you very much!!! generally i dont take requests but also i feel so fuckign guilty lately because i draw so much esports my blog lacks lesbians?? here u go dude!!! oops i think i drew kanayas horns wrong kdsjflsd sry 

eliza in historical dress?? sign me up


Other War Portraits

anonymous asked:

prompt!(after hawkmoth is defeated) Chat confesses to ladybug and she says no to him. since hawkmoth is defeated and he thinks ladybug hates him. he doesnt go out as chat anymore. He "gets over" ladybug and dates/marrys mari. on their wedding day she tells him that she is ladybug. mari talks about how she misses chat and adrien gets really mad and it some hows leads to adrien saying to mari "I HAVEN'T USED THAT NAME IN YEARS" and mari is just like oh shit

Thank you for the prompt anon! Also…. did you ust ask me to use a meme in a reveal? Anyway this is a  meme reveal.


Marinette rushed into the room, closing the door as fast as she could without ruining her dress. She didn’t expect to spend her wedding day like this. She glances up, noticing her future husband looking at her curiously. She better start explaining before he gets another idea of her wanting to call off the wedding out of silly reasons.

(Seriously, the last time he thought she will break up with him and cancel the wedding cause he picked the wrong appetizer.)

“Adrien, I really need to tell you something.”

His green eyes grew bigger and the curiosity turned to fear. Rushing to like side Adrien, tangled his hands in a pleading gesture. “Please, don’t say you aren’t going to marry me anymore. I promise I will be better. I won’t eat the last tarts in the fridge anymore. I won’t use the last lavender bath bomb, I won’t play with your yarns again!”

Marinette rolled her eyes. God, her husband to be was such a  bridezilla. She grabbed his hands and squeezed reassuringly.

“I’m not leaving you, Adrien. But I have to confess something. Something that I should have done a long time ago. I’m sorry I never told you.”

Adrien blinked. “You don’t think my ass is cute. That’s it, isn’t it?” a normal person wouldn’t look so heartbroken over being told their ass isn’t cute, but then again, Adrien wasn’t exactly the picture under the definition of normal person.

“I think your ass is very cute and sexy, but this isn’t it.” Marinette took a deep breath.

Telling your soon to be husband that you were a superhero is hard enough, but telling him you also miss your partner who happened to be a really loyal dork in a cat suit… yeah, it just became harder. But Adrien was the love of her life and she knew he’d understand the fact that she wished her old partner would be at the wedding and her sadness over the fact that he wasn’t. He hadn’t seen him in years and missed him terribly.

“Adrien, what I want to say is that I was Ladybug.” Adrien simply stared at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you! And it kills me cause I miss Chat Noir and I wished he was here too, cause he had been such a good friend and I’m sorry. Again.”

Adrien seemed to regain some composure and Marinette was happy he was screaming. But when his eyes looked in the distance with that seemed like sadness she began to worry.

“Chat Noir.” he said idly. “I haven’t used that name in years.”

Marinette was outraged. Did that tol shit just meme her on their wedding day? The nerve! And… wait… what did he say? Realization drowned on Marinette.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!”

listen guys i love making fun of christopher palu (blood orange guy) as much as anyone else but i also really want you guys to know that he’s an incredibly talented designer.

design a look for the modern business woman:

design a look for a mom and her baby (he won this one!):

make a dress out of candy:

design a look inspired by a fantasy muse (his was enchanted queen):

design a look for the rockettes to perform in (he won this one too!!):

gown part of his finale collection:

please give this blood orange boy more credit 

Originally posted by twinsheets

Never mind all these beautiful historical dramas I want a modern day sit com about the Romantic poets like

  • Byron, Shelley, and Keats are roommates.
  • Byron is constantly a dick and Keats is constantly like “fight me” and Shelley is constantly exasperated. 
  • “I swear to God, George, if you even think about fighting him-”
    “Well he asked me to.” 
    “He’s also five feet tall.” 
  • Felicia Hemans lives across the hall from them and everyone thinks she’s really sweet because she bakes a lot and dresses conservatively but she is constantly lowkey throwing shade at everyone. 
  • Byron hates her because she’s better than him at everything. 
  • Mary Wollstonecraft also lives in their building and owns a lot of t-shirts with feminist slogans on. 
  • Every time she bumps into Shelley in the hallway he asks whether her daughter is coming to visit any time soon. He is much less subtle about it than he thinks he is. 
  • Byron frequently gets into flame wars with people on the internet. 
  • “George it’s 3am why are you still awake?” 
    Someone was talking shit about Pope.”
    “Not again.” 
  • At this point, Keats and Shelley have a script they can run through every time they open the door to a crying person asking why Byron never called them back. 
  • A running joke in which there is a loud noise every time someone says Shelley’s middle name correctly. 
  • Another running joke in which Byron and his sister constantly get mistaken for a couple. 
Escape:  the residency years

Claire sat cross-legged on the bench outside of the hospital.  She was trying to decide if she should call Jamie or take the bus home after her appointment. Her OB-GYN had given her the all clear today.  

Six weeks.

Six weeks since she’d lost her daughter.  Six weeks since her body had survived a bloody nightmare.  

You can resume a normal life, her doctor had said.  

There was nothing normal about her life, except for the hospital.  Her life as a doctor was normal in that chaotic, hectic way.  

Her home life wasn’t normal.  Jamie was quiet, and distant.  Some nights she would see him at his drafting table gazing off, unfocused, his face a mix of sadness, and introspection.  Some nights she would get home from working late, and see him on the fire escape sipping from his tumbler of whisky.  He was a strong man, yet even he had his limits.  

She wasn’t normal.  She felt and looked different.  She was softer now.  Her mind, her body, her strength all so much softer than before.  Her stomach was far from the flat plane it once was.  Her mind was plagued by insecurities, what ifs and why me. 

You can resume a normal life.

It was time to reconnect.  Reconnect with her husband, with herself, and with her dreams.  

Claire unfolded herself from the bench, gathered her things, and began walking to the bus stop.  She was standing at the corner waiting for the light to change when the small shop caught her eye.  Normally she would walk past. That was for other women.  Life was no longer normal, so maybe a trip to that shop would be what she needed.  A suit of armor, so to speak.  

She crossed the street and pushed open the glass door.  


Jamie was waiting for her text.  He’d asked her to tell him what the doctor said, and she nodded absentmindedly.  He didn’t want to badger her, so he waited. He checked his phone obsessively, and fought against the impulse to call her and ask. By three o’clock he’d had enough of waiting.

“Gu ifrinn le e!” Jamie said, and started to pack up for the day.

 “Willie!” he shouted to the outer office.  

His assistant lifted his head.  “Aye, Jamie?”  

“We’re done for the day, mate.  Let’s go.  It’s Friday. We’re knocking off early.”


Jamie walked into the flat laden down with his computer bag, and two grocery sacks.  He bustled in banging into the door frame, his keys wound around a finger, and the post in his mouth.  

“Claire!” he said, and dropped the envelopes in surprise. He laboured over to the kitchen trying not to drop anything else.  “What are you doing home so early?”

“I could ask you the same thing?  And what’s all this?”  Claire got up from the sofa to check out what her husband had brought home. The floppy leaves of fresh leeks were sticking out from one of the brown bags, and in the other she could see the tiny spears from a bunch of asparagus peeking over its edge.

“Ach.  It’s been a long week.  Willie and I skived off early.  Also,” he said a little sheepishly, “I saw this dish on Instagram today and I wanted to try it.”  

“Jamie Oliver?” Claire laughed.  Ever since she started her residency Jamie had done the cooking, and once she got pregnant –

You can resume a normal life.

“Aye.”  Claire’s breath caught at his smile.  Jamie really did have the most beautiful smile.  “Risotto.”

“Oooooo!”  Claire started removing the foodstuffs.  

Jamie looked at this wife.  She was freshly showered, her curls drying around her face. She had on one of those wee dresses she found so comfortable, and that he found sexy.  He could see most of her legs, and the fabric clung to the curve of her bottom.

“Ye look beautiful, Claire.”  

She paused for a moment, and glanced up at her husband.  It was his voice that stopped her.  That mixture of wonder and awe that sometimes crept into it. She could see truth in his eyes.  After all he had witnessed, after all the ugliness, he still found her beautiful.  His compliment was a soothing balm to her mental wounds.  She walked around the counter, and placing her hands on the sides of his jaw, kissed him softly on the mouth.  

“Thank you.  Now go change.  I’m starving.”  


Dinner was amazing.  The risotto was delicious, and it did his heart good to hear Claire laugh as he tried to juggle the recipe on his phone and imitate Jamie Oliver while he cooked.  They’d had wine, and talked.  Claire told stories of people at the hospital that made him laugh until he ached.  He caught her up on the recent projects at the Distillery and showed her a couple of his newest designs.  

When he sat down on the couch with a beer and turned on one of his many recorded rugby games, she stole upstairs.

You can resume a normal life.

Jamie stretched his long legs out in front of him. He sipped from his beer, still content from dinner and the fact that Scotland was winning.  It took him a minute to register the shape at the top of the stairs.

“Jesus.  God.  Claire.”  He fumbled trying to put down the bottle without knocking it sideways.  He almost missed the table because he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.

Her breasts were plump over the barest of lace cups.  He couldn’t tell from this distance but there was no way they covered her areolas.  The panties hugged her low on her hips.  Her hair was a riot of curls dancing over one shoulder, thick and full.  She smiled like the devil herself, twirling one curl around her index finger.  Well, if that wasn’t a damn metaphor for how he felt right now.      

Red.  She was wearing scarlet red lingerie.  

She set him afire.  

Mesmerized he walked slowly, one bare foot in front of the other, to the bottom of the stairs.  

“Holy Mother of God.”

Claire laughed out loud.

“What?  What did I say?  Are ye laughing at me?”  Jamie’s brain was completely addled.  

“Yes, I most certainly am!”  She couldn’t stop giggling.  

What had he said that was so funny?  

“You can call me Claire, darling,” she added, teasingly.

Jamie bit his lip.  Aye, she wasn’t exactly the image of an angel.  “Don’t make fun, Claire, or ye’ll get what ye deserve.”  

“Promise?”  The vixen turned, and walked away.  The scrap of lace from behind framed her bottom in such a way that her bare skin resembled the shape of a heart.  

He groaned and missed the first step, swearing as he stubbed a toe.  The sight of her bare arse swaying in front of him was too much.  He sprinted up the stairs two at a time.  

Their bedroom was dark, just the light from the hallway seeped through his first few steps into the room.  He moved to turn on a lamp but she stopped him.

“Please don’t.”  Claire stood by the foot of the bed, twisting her fingers.   She was nervous.  She had been offered so many opinions. Women telling her it would be different.  It would hurt.  Don’t expect too much.  

“What’s this, then?”  Jamie approached her cautiously.

She shrugged.  Her eyes begged him to acquiesce to her request.    

Jamie moved to the window and opened the curtains. The pale gray light of the streetlights coupled with the moon bathed her in a pearly glow.  She was luminescent.  Claire covered her tummy, just below her belly button.  Ah. So that’s how it is.  Jamie moved toward her slowly, linked his pinky fingers through hers and slowly drew her hands away from her body, and the flesh they covered.  One red striation snaked down the left side of her tummy.  Her belly button was droopy.  Jamie looked at his wife, and saw the insecurity in her eyes.  

“It’s ugly,” she whispered.  

You can resume a normal life.

“Aye,” Jamie whispered back.  “I ken a wee bit about scars, Sassenach.”  He let go of her hands, and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.  “I ken how they make ye look at yerself.”  He turned his back to her, and spoke over his shoulder.  “Because I once looked at myself, and felt ugly, too.”  

Claire made a small noise that made him turn around and face her once more, fingers tapping nervously on his thigh.  Claire needed his reassurance.  He would give her the same gift she gave him years before.

“I remember every minute, every second of that first time we made love.  Ye walked around me, and ran yer hands over my back.  I waited to see revulsion in yer expression, and when I looked at ye, weel, I saw lust.”  Jamie chuckled. “Ye’ve no idea how relieved I was because by then I was so turned on I couldna bear it if ye walked away.”  

Claire smiled at the memory.

He ran his index finger lightly down her stretch mark, and hooked it under the lace edge of her panty.  He heard her breath hitch.  He tugged at the fabric, just enough to knock her off balance so she had to take a step toward him.  He placed his big hands on either side of her, and slowly ran them over her hips and down her backside.  He cupped her, lifting her slightly.  Her face was close to his, her mouth a fraction away.  “Now kiss me, mo neighean donn, and let me show ye how beautiful ye are to me.”

Claire grabbed her husband’s shoulders, and hung on. He kissed her, pouring all of his love into that first meeting of their mouths.  She ran her hands over him, feeling his familiar scars.  The scars that made him Jamie, and no one else. This big man who was the gentlest of lovers when she needed him to be. 

Tonight, she needed him to take the lead.  She surrendered herself to him, let him turn her around in his arms and hold her against his chest.  Let him run his hands over her body, feeling the weight of her breasts as he kissed the side of her neck.  Let him slide a hand down over her soft stomach, and find the heat between her legs, making her feel warm, and sexy while he nipped at her lobes.

Jamie led her by the hand to their bed.  He slid off her panties, murmuring in Gaelic, his eyes hooded.  He worshiped her body, kissed every inch of her skin.  He ran his tongue down her stretch mark, and kissed her misshapen belly button.  He took her slender legs and placed them over his shoulders, making her writhe and buck, and finally shatter.  

Then, he stood and shucked his jeans.  Climbing onto the bed, he nestled himself between Claire’s thighs before she could catch her breath.  He balanced on his elbows, and kissed her again.  

He felt her tense beneath him.

Jamie pulled back and looked at her.  “What’s wrong, mo graidh?”  

“I’m scared,” she breathed.  “I’m scared it will be different for you.”

You can resume a normal life.

“Och, aye.  After 2 months without my wife, it’ll feel different right enough.  It’ll feel like Heaven.”  He bumped his nose against hers, waggling his eyebrows.  

Claire did not smile.  “They say,” she swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck. “They say after you give birth that it’s….it feels….looser, down there.  To a man.”

A Dhia, she was struggling. Jamie had no idea that Claire had all of these thoughts battling inside her head.  While he appreciated her honesty, she picked a fine time to reveal her anxieties, when he was fit to bursting.  He took a deep breath, and brushed her hair away from her face.  Laughing through dinner relaxed her.  Their banter on the stairs relaxed her.  He’d carry on with the humour.  

“Is this yer way of saying size matters, Sassenach?”  He teased her with the tip of himself.  “Are ye afraid ye’ll find me lacking?”

Claire grinned, and slapped his bottom.  “That is not what I meant, and you know it!”

Jamie took that moment, when her legs relaxed, to enter her.  She arched her back, and gasped.

“Can ye feel that?” he asked, breath hot against her neck.  “For I surely can.” He kissed her, licking her bottom lip.  “And it feels like I’m home.”

You can resume a normal life.

It did feel like home.  Jamie was right.  He was in her arms, and in her body, and it felt like it had a hundred times before.  It didn’t matter what she looked like, how many stretch marks she had.  Even the damn lingerie didn’t matter. This was right.  This was perfect.

In response Claire locked her legs around his back.  She shifted and settled him deeper between her thighs. Reaching up, she brought his head down for a scorching kiss that had him rocking instinctively.  She gave him all of herself and took nothing in return.  When Jamie shouted and stiffened above her she felt the joy of loving him fill her heart.


Jamie’s head was pressed against her neck as he tried to catch his breath.

“So, where did ye find this?”  He pulled at the strap of her bra.  

“At that lingerie shop near the hospital bus stop.  The doctor said I could ‘resume a normal life’ and I wasn’t sure I could without a bit of help.  A suit of armor, so to speak.” She ran a hand over his bicep.

“Christ, Sassenach.  Dinna show up to battle like that again.”  He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, and mumbled sleepily.  “My heart canna take it.”  

Claire woke up some time later to the sound of cheering. Slipping out of bed she stole downstairs to find the television still on, and Jamie’s beer warm on the table. She hit the button on the remote, and silence fell. She took his bottle to the sink, and turned off the lights.  

Darkness in the flat allowed her to look out the window at the lights of Edinburgh.  She could see the fire escape that mirrored their stairs inside. She had taken those outside steps, cautiously, years ago, not knowing where it would lead her.  Now, she was on the inside, having taken those steps towards love, marriage, medical school, and a family.     

As she climbed up on her way back to bed she laughed softly thinking of how Jamie had bolted up these stairs tonight at the sight of her.  Honestly, why had she worried so much?  Scars be damned. They didn’t change how she looked at him, how could she have been so shallow as to think hers would have mattered to him?  Resuming a normal life had made her think that how they had been living for the past six weeks was somehow abnormal.  Wrong. Flawed.

It wasn’t.  

They would carry their scars together.  The ones on their bodies, and the scar of losing Faith on their hearts.  Together.  Forward in life.  

She crawled into bed next to her husband,and stroked the russet coloured curls back from his forehead.  He smiled briefly, and her heart melted. Jamie was still Jamie.  They still found pleasure in each other’s bodies.  They still had the same dreams.

Everything was normal.  

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so at disney’s port orlean’s resort there’s a room called the royal guest room. it’s supposed to be tiana inviting us over to stay at her place where all the other princesses stayed and gave her gifts etc 

and you guys have to see this

portraits of tiana and the others!!!!!

slightly better view!!

okay but check out that look ariel gives her. i smell a huge crush?????

i’m obsessed with this image like belle is looking sweet with that bird but rapunzel only has eyes for snow white. check out That Look of Adoration. while snow is adorable and oblivious as usual and tiana just. look at her face. don’t try to tell me that doesn’t scream “snow please get a grip already. rapunzel is in love with you and if you don’t realize that right away i’m putting a banner up in my restaurant”

i really wish i had better pictures of this one but it looks like tiana, cinderella and aurora are having a gay ole time together. can i just say i love how cinderella wore her mother’s dress to go out with tiana instead of her more casual outfit or her ballgown because she needs to be comfortable but still wants to look nice for tiana

group shot with everyone!! i’m amused that the men are there too like what were they doing when the princesses were hanging out? having a beer? getting manicures? shit-talking gaston?

and look!!!!!!!!! princess party!!!!!!!

i’m really hoping that’s a replica of cogsworth belle’s giving her and not actually cogsworth bc damn, that’s just cold. straight-up giving your servants away like that. also ariel and aurora just gave her a fork and a basket of berries like gajglasjk; ariel does not know the conventions of human gift-giving and decided to give tiana the object she treasures the most bc that’s what you give people you’re in love with, right

basically if disney doesn’t stop making its princesses super gay im going to fucking sue bc i can’t handle how cute this is

Experiment - Request

Requested by @newts-fan-case:  So could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;) 
& Anon:  Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you! 💞

Summary: ^^ That.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,055

Warnings: Smut - face riding - and self-consciousness (just a little bit).

A/N: God bless the sinners.

Enjoy!

“It just can’t be… It’s impossible…” Sherlock mumbled as he walked upstairs.

“What’s impossible?” (Y/N) inquired without looking up.

“Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused by giving pleasure to another.” Watson explained tiredly.

“Why would anyone get aroused if they’re not receiving the proper stimulation?” The consultant detective exclaimed.

“Because…” Watson sighed heavily, “I won’t explain it to you again. You have to live it to get it.”

Sherlock groaned and stormed to his room. John shared an annoyed glance with (Y/N) and left.

She was impressed that none of them asked why she was there, but then again, both knew she was very concerned about their current case, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Therefore, she kept doing her research – in Sherlock’s computer – until he went out of his room.

“What are you doing here?” He inquired.

“Case.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Good.” He gulped and stood there awkwardly.

“Do you want me to leave?” She asked, still not looking up at him.

“No.” He said, “Actually I…”

“You…”

“I want to do an experiment and I think you’ll be a great help.” He spoke quickly. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn he was nervous.

“Sure, what is it? Head exploding? Eye-ball tea tasting?”

“No, none of that.” He interrupted. (Y/N) was ignoring him – she was too focused on the computer’s screen – which made it a lot harder for him to ask what he needed to ask.

“Then what is it?” She asked once more.

“It’s… Complicated.” She sighed heavily and looked at him for a second.

“Everything with you is complicated; I think I got used to it already.” And with that she turned to the computer again.

Sherlock took a deep breath before blurting out his request. “I need you to ride my face.”

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Eternal Love (Tom x Reader)

Request from anon: Can you do a TomxF!Reader imagine where they’ve been together since they were young & they’re at the final HP Deathly Hallows part 2 premiere and she is also in HP,apart of trio, and while she does her speech with the the trio,Tom proposes to her? ❤

Ahhhhh!!! I love this idea! Thank you so much for requesting anon! *If my schedule has worked correct, it should be Friday atm*

Originally posted by k2sodone


This was it; in a few moments, you’d be sealing what had been the greatest adventure of your entire life; Harry Potter had brought you love, eternal friendship and so much happiness. You looked at yourself in the mirror, still feeling the same nerves you felt ten years ago when you were turning up to the Philosopher’s Stone premiere - now here at the Deathly Hallows Part 2 premiere, you quarrelled on how quickly time flied. You still recognised yourself yet you had matured - you had experienced so much and you were so lucky.

Practicing your mantra in an attempt to control your breathing, you took a breath for seven seconds, held it for five and exhaled for six. “Having fun?” You heard an all too familiar voice chime from behind you. You turn around, spotting Tom stood leaning against the doorway. “I’m so nervous.” You declare, walking over to him to give him a peck on the lips. “You look ravishing.” Tom comments looking you up and down with a smirk. You were wearing a navy full length dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. He was wearing a navy suit (which just so happened to be the same shade) and his hair was tousled just the way you like it. “So do you.” You replied in an oddly surprised tone. Tom hadn’t really bothered with the previous premieres, even turning up in jeans and a t-shirt to the last one. “You sound so surprised, love.” He chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I am, I didn’t think they’d make you look this sexy. Now I have to compete with all the other girls.” You chime, reaching up to peck his lips once again. “You’re not competing, Y/N, I’m already your boyfriend. Besides, you look amazing, should I be worried about any man trying to steal you away?” Tom asks with a grin on his face. You shake your head. “Of course not.” 

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This is my first imagine I’m posting on here! I normally post these on my Wattpad (you can message me for the username for there if you want) but I wanted to give Tumblr a try! I hope you all enjoy and please feel free to send me some feedback! I would really appreciate it! Also please tell me if you want more! Enjoy! x

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BLOOD LUST

“A bit too tight, Mama,” I wince slightly as she yanks the strings to my corset so tight I couldn’t breathe.

“Pain is beauty, Adelaide, and if you need to look absolutely perfect for when the King comes to town tomorrow. The Master can’t see you looking anything less than perfect,” She says as she takes a pin from her mouth and places it near the new, makeshift hem so she can remember to sew there so I won’t trip over my own dress tomorrow.

“I’m scared. He has never come to town. Do you know what he’s coming for?” I whisper as I look out the window to see the tiny faeries glowing brightly as they fly and dance in the moonlight, darting to each and every scarce flower they could find in the chill of winter to find pollen to make their faerie dust. Mama tenses and pauses for a moment before shrugging and continuing her work.

I giggle and wave as one of the faeries flies to the glass and watches in awe as the candle light illuminates my dress that I was to wear for when Master arrived.

The mere thought of him sent chills down my spine. I had never met nor seen him, but I had definitely heard of the cruel, vampire king who ruled over this land. His skin was so pale that it was nearly translucent, every bluish-green vein noticeable, with eyes so red, it was like a fire blazed within them. He had chestnut brown curls that barely grazed his shoulders and his teeth were glistening white with points so sharp that with just a bit of pressure, he could pierce your neck and drain you dry in seconds.

They say he is a sad man, even though he ruled over many, many lands with all the riches of the world. In his thousand year reign, he never found love and, tales say, he searches relentlessly for his mate but to no avail. He knows only two features of his intended mate; fiery, red hair, the color of the very thing he craves the most, and eyes as green as emeralds just as his used to be before his blood lust settled in. They say his eyes have been red for hundreds of years, so long that they were beginning to say his past, gentle, kind nature and viridescent eyes were a myth.

Rumors were now going around that his sadness was developing into fierce, desperate anger, setting fire to every village that lied to him, saying there was a girl there who matches the description of his beloved.

I was used to the stares, the whispers, and pointing over my eighteen years in this world. I was the only redhead on a town of snow blondes and chestnut brunettes; a peculiar sight. I knew I matched the description of the king’s mate and so did everyone else in this tiny town. Sometimes, I dreamed vividly of a man so beautiful that he took my breath away. Even though I never dreamt of him with eyes like fire, only deep green, I knew it was the Master, the king, but I tried not to think much of it. I could never be his beloved.

“Okay, darling. Take it off so I can finish the hemming. I want to be able to get some sleep tonight,” my mother says tiredly as I slip off the beautiful, flowing dress and hand it to her.

Leaning over, she places a small kiss onto my forehead. Pulling back, she gazes at my face with an odd look in her eyes before sighing quietly. “Get some sleep, Adelaide. It could be a big day for us tomorrow,” she says and I immediately know she’s talking about the mate rumors. I nod softly as I pull on a nightgown before climbing into bed.

She walks out of my room, the wooden door eerily creaking shut, and I tug my quilted blanket closer as I hear the winter wind whip against the trees, the snowfall making it difficult to see the faeries glow as they continue to desperately scavenge for a few more hours until barren winter truly begins.

Feeling myself start to drift off, I lean over and with a quick gust of breath, I blow out my candle and my room goes completely dark, moonlight slowly creeping in through the window. Closing my eyes, I wonder if I’m going to dream of Master tonight as sleep overtakes me.

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The once boiling water that was now my bath was starting to chill as I soaked absentmindedly. I could hear the villagers clamoring and shouting outside as they ready for the King’s arrival. I couldn’t believe that they believe that I was his mate so much that they sent a messenger to his castle. They put our little village, our home, in danger because of their beliefs. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“Adelaide! Time to get out! The watchers spotted Master Styles about thirty minutes away, my child!” My mother shouts as I wash the rose oil off my body. Standing, I let the water roll and drip off my naked body as I grab my towel and quickly dry off.

Walking out into my bedroom, I gasp at the beauty of the dress my mother had finished making. The tight, corseted bodice was intricately designed with elegant pearls that shown with brilliant luster. My breasts were lightly pushed up and my pale skin looked even more translucent in the white dress. The flowing skirt billowed to my feet and felt soft on my legs. Extra fabric made a cape-like train appearance that just kissed the ground behind me as I walked. It was beautiful.

My hair was down with a few elaborate, delicate braids across the middle. On top of my head, my mother placed a wreath of baby’s breath that showed a stark contrast against my blazing red hair.

Turning to my mother, I open my mouth to speak when a loud horn is blown. The King was here.

My mother quickly grabs my hand and pulls me out of the house. My father and my younger brother stand there in the snow, looking down the beaten, dirt road in awe. For once, the tinkling of small bells was not heard as the faeries hid from the cold winter. Only gasps and whispers were trickling into my ears as I turn to see what all the fuss is about.

Walking further into the road, I stand there as dry leaves crack and crinkle under my feet, the ground cold and damp from the melting snow.


My eyes dart around to see the villagers in their best outfits gazing at me for a quick second before looking back down the road in trembling fear and excitement. Looking forward, I squint slightly only to gasp to myself as I see a small team of steel, black carriages pulled by dark stallions. Their heavy puffs of breath were evident in the cold air and their black manes were flowing behind them as they trotted, tiny, white snowflakes getting caught in the strands.

They slowly come to a halt as I feel my heart beating fast in my chest, my breathing becoming more and more frantic as I see a man hop down from his driving seat and open a carriage door. One dark boot stepping out is all it takes to send my body into overdrive before a masterpiece of a man as beautiful as the legends say fully steps out of the carriage. For someone who has lived over two thousand years, he still looked youthful and perfect.

His face is smug and dark as he looks around with a slight scowl, the commoners and people of the town swarming him instantly. His steps were calculated and determined as he walks to the stage where local news is normally projected. It was amazing to think he could actually run faster than a gust of wind.

I was in awe of him.

“My people,” he starts as something inside of me begins to tingle and a feeling I’ve never felt comes over me. His voice was raspy and smooth like thick, sweet molasses, sending every hair on my body on end.

He inhales deeply, looking like he was in pain and holding himself back but it seemed me and his guards were the only ones who notice. His guards take a step towards him as if they were ready for him to pounce on someone any second.

“As the years go by, your king stays healthy and young, ruling over this country fairly and keeping war at bay. But as I stay young, my servants and my slaves, especially my dear, sweet, generous blood slaves, grow old and frail. When they grow a certain age or get sickly,” he smiles kindly but I could see the maliciousness behind it. “I dispose of them, letting them leave the castle and go to a… a better place.” He says as the townspeople grow curious and anxious at his impending words.

This is not what they thought he was here for. He wasn’t looking for his mate at all when he decided to come to our village. He was looking for slaves, particularly blood slaves!

I take a step back as the realization comes over me, hoping no one will notice but the guard beside the king locks eyes with me and smiles demonically, his sharp teeth glistening as I imagine all the blood he has sucked from innocent people. His smile widens when he sees the color of my hair and his intrigue deepens.

“So, my lovely people, you are going to have to make a decision - a sacrifice, if you will - and hand over just a handful, only a handful, of your healthiest. After all, it’s the least you can do for your king,” he smiles once more, surveying the area as the people begin to panic. They didn’t want to be separated from their families!

Shouts of disagreement and outrage fill the small space before he holds his hands up to silence them. “If that’s how you are going to behave…Seize them,” he flicks his wrist, instructing his guards to rush into the crowd and start grabbing our healthiest and best-looking villagers.

I let out a small yelp of fear as I turn on my heel and start to run, gathering my dress up so I don’t trip and fall. Looking back, I see the guard I locked eyes with fighting through the crowd to get to me. Sending a quick prayer, I rush into the dark, nearby woods.

“Sir, there is a lady with red hair! Matching the description of your beloved!” I hear the man say as I run through the trees.

“Where?” The way Master Styles speaks sounded desperate and angry that the guard let me get away. His deadly, demonic tone sends shivers down my spine. By now, tears of fear are rolling down my cheeks as I feel briars and switches cutting into my legs as I run for my life.

“She ran through there!” is all I hear until an inhuman growl pierces the air and strikes terror into my heart. My breathing is harsh and scarce as my corset digs into my ribs and I feel myself becoming lightheaded.

Coming to the edge of the woods, I spot the clearing where our horses are kept. The grass is long and it was dark as it was still early in the morning and the winter clouds covered the sun. I pray the heavy odor of the horses will cover my scent as the wind blows, causing my dress to billow freely behind me.

I become so distracted by my loss of breath and the horses stampeding across the dark plain, I forget the one that is chasing me.

“Let me see your face.”

The voice that belongs to the vampire king sounds hopeless and sad, begging for me to turn and face him. I freeze for a moment, scared out of my wits before something inside of me yearns for me to turn to him.

Slowly, I turn to face him and our eyes lock. Instantly, a feeling I have never felt before takes over me and I suddenly want nothing more than to spend my life loving this man.  In a split second, his deep red eyes instantly turn emerald green as a dimpled, beautiful smile outbreaks on his face. His eyes fill with tears as he takes a step towards me, arms open to embrace me.

“My love, you don’t know how long I have waited for you.” He speaks softly and before I know it, he is within arms reach and gently taking my hand in his. He lightly gasps at the electrifying shock that goes through us and somehow his smile grows wider.

“You’re bleeding.” He states simply, making me look down to see my dress torn and my feet and my shin dripping blood from the briars. Surprisingly, I wasn’t scared as he leans down and places his face in the crook of my neck, even though I could feel his sharp fangs scraping across my vital veins. “Your blood smells so sweet, so delicious.” I tremble at his words, his tone causing tingles to run through me.

I actually wanted him to bite me.

Tiny, curious faeries emerge from the wood and their tiny bell-like rings fill my ears as a few watch us. I mentally say goodbye to them in my mind.

“What is your name, my darling?” He asks as he continues to lightly drag his teeth down my soft, vulnerable neck.

“A-Adelaide, Your Highness,” I whispered shakily, shocking myself as I turn my head to expose even more of my throat.

“Adelaide,” He purrs my name, the tingles now in my most private and secret place. I blush at my thoughts and feelings after just meeting this man, but what he does next shocks me to the core.

“You will never run from me or leave again. You’re mine now, ” He says, his voice turning dark before his sharp teeth sink into my neck and a bloodcurdling scream escapes me as he holds me still. He is ravenous and acts as if he hadn’t drank in years as I feel my body being drained dry. He slowly sinks us to the ground and I feel the soft grass against my skin as I stare up at the sky in shock, my mouth open in a silent scream as I feel myself becoming weaker and weaker. My pure white dress was now covered in my own blood as it drained out of the two puncture wounds in my neck.

Finally, he pulls away and I stare at his blood covered face as I feel my eyes failing me. Still, I did not fear him for an unknown reason. I trusted him as he whispers and lulls me to close my eyes. “Sleep, sweet Adelaide. We are going home now.”

4

Here’s my breakdown of what happened at C2E2!

I spent Friday attending professional panels for the comics industry, which probably deserves a post of its own, but I don’t think anyone is interested in me talking shop. But Saturday was devoted to Agents of SHIELD stuff with Iain and Liz. I had an amazing time and so many awesome things happened. Truly it was the best con experience I’ve ever had and, as @bigfunnywords (HEY Tumblr finally let me tag you!) said, I lived my best life. I’ll try to do the tl;dr version but this will probably get long.

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BETTER WAYS TO HAVE RESOLVED THE ISABELLA PROBLEM
  • Ed: Oswald I'm home and I got the wine
  • Oswald: oh thank god I thought you ditched me
  • Ed: I'm your friend, chief of staff, and I live here I at least owe you a dinner
  • Ed: dang this looks delicious I'm glad I got here before all this food went to waste
  • Oswald: yah cool here's a wine glass
  • Ed: but seriously I think we should call the GCPD
  • Oswald: tf why
  • Ed: at the wine place there was this woman that looked just like my gf I murdered
  • Oswald: wtf
  • Ed: and then I told her she reminded me of her because I freaked out and stuff
  • Ed: and then she told me a riddle
  • Oswald: what did you do
  • Ed: I ran so far because jfc I think Strange made another monster
  • Ed: I accidentally stole this wine in the process
  • Oswald: let's just eat and report this to the police tomorrow
  • Ed: alright what did you want to talk about
  • Or:
  • Oswald: it's a shame I don't have a plus one
  • Ed: whoa you'd invite me to the most exclusive dinner in the entire city
  • Oswald: yeah and with the top hat man on the loose who knows what could happen
  • Ed: we can land some business deals too
  • Oswald: yeah but don't you have a date
  • Ed: this is work stuff she'll understand
  • Ed: I'll wear my best green tie and maybe a hideous green suit
  • Oswald: NO ID RATHER DIE THAN YOU DRESS LIKE THAT
  • Oswald: I also wanted to talk to you about something
  • Or:
  • Ed: OSWALD WE NEED TO TALK
  • Oswald: oh god what
  • Ed: so yknow Isabella
  • Oswald: yeah
  • Ed: so I tried to break up with her personally
  • Oswald: uH HUH
  • Ed: turns out she dressed as my ex and told me I had nothing to fear AND LIKE SHE DYED HER HAIR AND STUFF OZZIE
  • Oswald: is she stupid or something
  • Ed: I mean I got really scared so I tried to leave
  • Oswald: tried?
  • Ed: she slapped me in the face
  • Ed: and put my hand on her neck and trusted I wouldn't choke her
  • Ed: I got really scared and freaked out from the memories so I pushed her choke me daddy self away from me and barely left with my life
  • Ed: I saw Gabe was in the limo outside for some reason and he drove me home
  • Oswald: wow okay I was planning on killing her but now she actually deserves it
  • Ed: you planned to WHAT
  • Gabe: it's okay boss the brakes are fine
  • Oswald: she said she wouldn't let you go so I panicked and also I had a motive of other sorts...
  • Ed: tell me I'll try to understand
“Flat out” - h.s. Part 4

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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You woke up to Harry kissing your forehead and instantly you realized your back hurt. You were slumped over on your side, twisted like a pretzel, and there was a sticky note stuck to your collarbone as your eyes fluttered open and you saw the hideous yellow thing there as if waiting to see if you remembered what was written on it.

“Hey there,” Harry chuckled, gingerly placing some of your papers and books aside so he could sit on the side of your bed. You groaned and sat up as your bones cracked muscles screamed for attention. Rubbing your desk, you opened your eyes fully to see Harry staring at you with a bemused expression, a mug of coffee in his hands.

You reached out for it and grabbed it from him without question as Harry sputtered, “No wait that’s not - yep, yeah okay yeah sure. Yeah that’s - go ahead. All for you.”

You gave him a half-hearted glare before slowly sipping his coffee, leaning back against your headboard and rubbing your forehead. “What time is it?”

“I figured I wouldn’t let you sleep past ten considering you’re usually up around six and I don’t really understand how regular sleep schedules go, but it’s ten now … so … just wanted to make sure you’re not dead.”

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anonymous asked:

Bellarke: actors in a soap opera with so many plot holes and things that could never happen realistically

thanks for the prompt, I hope you enjoy!! ao3


“How dare you.”

Bellamy looks up with a grin as his dressing room door crashes loudly against the wall. “I see you’ve read the script.”

Clarke falls across his couch like a swooning southern belle, one hand to her forehead.

“After all we’ve been through, Bellamy. I can’t believe you would father one of my own sister’s twins.”

“Just one of the twins,” he points out, spinning his chair to face her. “Because that’s biologically possible.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” she sniffs, but her expression cracks into a smile when she looks over at him.

This is why Clarke is his favorite person on set. She, somehow unlike the rest of their cast, is aware of just how ridiculous their show actually is.

Which is part of why he likes it, honestly. He got into acting because there didn’t seem like much of a downside– if he didn’t get regular work, it was something he could fit around his patchwork schedule of minimum wage positions, and if he did get something more steady, it seemed like it would pay a lot more than Starbucks.

He never set out to be a serious actor, hence why he had no reservations about going out for any job, from voicing a squirrel in a Geico commercial to, yes, soap operas. He took the job because it gave him enough hours to get health insurance from the SAG. But ask him why he looks forward to going in to work every day, and he’d have to try really hard not to mention Clarke Griffin.

“Really?” He asks now, propping his feet up on her thigh. “It wouldn’t be worse if I was the father of both her twins?”

“You slept with her even after I saved your life.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten hypothermia if you hadn’t pushed me down that well in the first place!”

“I was possessed by my dead lover’s ghost,” she says, fighting a smile. “It was really traumatic for me.”

“For you,” he mutters. “Which one of us had to spend six hours in cold water?”

“I thought it was twelve.”

“I’m not talking about Antonio. I’m talking about me, Bellamy. They couldn’t even make it warm water?”

“They were going for realism,” she says, patting his ankle patronizingly.

“Yeah, realism is really important to this show,” he snorts. “Realistically, I doubt I would have taken my shirt off if I was hypothermic.”

“It was wet, it wasn’t keeping you warm,” Clarke points out, finally letting herself smile. “Besides, if you’re going to die, might as well go out looking hot.”

“Oh, you think I’m hot?” He teases, nudging her in her most ticklish spot with his foot.

She yelps and swats at it. “You were shirtless and ripped and wet. Yeah, I think that’ll do it for me.”

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It’s new.”

“Because I’m a man?”

Harry shakes his head and his cheeks flush. “I never really did that with witches either. Ginny was more like a sister, we went to Quidditch matches together and big family events. We didn’t get dressed up and go out for a posh bottle of something together on a Saturday night. Since her, you’re the only person I’ve wanted to snog in a very long time. I told you, I don’t really do any of this.”

“I see.” Draco rakes his eyes over Harry, giving him a smirk. “You want to snog me?”

“You’re infuriating,” Harry mutters. “So I also want to punch you, sometimes.
—  Secret Love Song by writcraft
Is This Love? (JiminxReader)

VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL SERIES #5

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: The reader plans to ask Jimin to Valentine’s Dance but Jimin already has a date.

Word Count: 998 words


My best friend Zienna was zipping up the back of my dress while simultaneously lecturing me on how to approach my crush, Jimin , before the Valentine’s Dance tonight.

“And please don’t use that voice you use when you’re nervous.” She said straightening out my dress. “What voice?” I asked defensively. “You know the one where your voice gets all high pitched and you start squeaking. I’ve heard you do it when you were talking to Jimin last week.”

I shoved her off playfully. “I did not!” I laughed. “You did too!”She said slppaing my arm. I groaned. What if I squeaked tonight, I had plans to ask Jimin to go to the dance with me today. I knew he didn’t have a date because Zienna was dating his best friend, Taehyung and he had assured us he was going solo. My plan was to go over to Tae’s house with Zienna and when Jimin and I both didn’t have partners, I figured we would just end up going together.

Zienna was putting on some more mascara when she saw my nervous reflection in the mirror. “Y/N.. Don’t worry. The worst he can say is no.”

I nodded my head gravely, “You’re right, that is the worst thing.”

Zienna laughed at me, she always said I was overly dramatic. In a way, she has point. Last year, Jimin held open a door for me so I mass texted her during a presentation. She wasn’t happy.

Zienna pulled me up by arms and looked me straight in the eye. “You got this Y/N. If he says ‘yes’, then awesome. If he says ‘no’, whatever, I’ll share Taehyung with you and we’ll treat him like fourth wheel the entire night!” I laughed and gave her hug. I wanted to believe that I would be okay if he said “no” but I knew I wouldn’t. I don’t really know what love is or how it’s supposed to feel like, but what I feel for Jimin, when he walks into a room or when someone says his name, feels pretty close to it.

We got to Tae’s house and we rang the doorbell. Zienna was wearing a midi silky rosy pink dress that hugged her curves. I always felt like Zienna had the perfect body which is why I really didn’t want to be standing next to her if Jimin opened the door. I was wearing a strapless silver fitted dress that I paired with shiny reflective gold heels. I felt pretty but I was still really nervous.

“Hey babe- Woah” Taehyung’s eyes raked over Zienna’s over body and I instantly felt a pang of jealousy; not because I liked Tae but because I loved their relationship so much.

“You look amazing Zienna, wow!” He pulled her close and we got inside the house.

Tae led us to the living room where his mother and father were talking to Jimin. We greeted his parents and they complimented us making us thank them bashfully. I looked over at Jimin and he looked handsome as ever. He was wearing a grey tux with silver embellishments and a red tie. I looked down at my own outfit and it looked as though we planned it.

Jimin looked over at me and laughed. “Wow.” He said motioning between our outfits. “People will think we’re a power couple,” He said laughing. I blushed furiously and replied, “A force to reckon with.” He laughed harder.

Zienna looked over at me from her seat on the couch, raising her eyebrows at me. Ugh. I shook my head subtly and then she narrowed her eyes, letting me know that if I didn’t say something, she would.

I turned over to Jimin and took in deep breath. “Hey, Jimin, I was wondering-” I was cutoff by the sound of doorbell. Jimin’s eyes immediately lit up and he said, “That must be Rita!” he quickly moved to open the door and sure as hell standing outside looking stunning as ever was Rita.

“Rita, you look stunning,” Jimin said grabbing her hands and kissing her cheek as he pulled her inside. They walked into the room holding hands. “Hey, everyone!” Rita said brightly. Everyone in the room responded except me. I couldn’t look over at Zienna, I knew she would have that expression she pulls when she feels absolutely terrible at something but also really disappointed. If I made eye contact with her, I would break. Jimin was looking at Rita the way I imagined I looked at him. I wanted to cry or yell and tell him how I felt about him, but I didn’t. That’s how I knew I really did love Jimin, because when you love someone, their happiness comes first and no matter how hurt I was, I didn’t want to spoil something as heartwarming as Jimin’s smile.

“Y/N, I love your dress.” Rita said to me and I smiled as brightly as I could. “Thank you, Rita. You look beautiful.”

“Should we go now?” Jimin said, putting his arm around Rita’s waist.

“Yeah, we should.” Taehyung said, standing up. Zienna moved over to me and whispered, “Are you okay?” I nodded slightly.

“Actually guys, I’ll meet you there. I need to stop by my house real quick,” I lied. Zienna saw right through it too, shaking her head at me.

“Oh, are you sure? We can all wait outside if you want?” Jimin offered sweetly.

“No, I’m sure. I’ll see you later.”

I quickly said goodbye to Tae’s parents and the rest of the gang and got in my car. Only when I was parked in my driveway did I finally allow myself to cry.

A/N

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed the imagine :)

~Armygirl

animediac  asked:

rfa + saeran with an mc who's (really big) friend group consists of a bunch of guys who would protect mc w their lives :)

Yoosung:
* this boi is very nervous
* there is so many of them!!!!!
* low key compares him self to them and is paNIC
*what if you leave him????? Is he not good enough?????
* he ends being depresso expresso about until you confront him about it
* you tell him that they’re just friends
* it’s something he has to work out but he trusts you
* some of them like LOLOL!!!
*he ends up befriending them (after your boys integrate him to see if he is “okay for MC”) and it’s like a big ol’ family

Zen:
* he ain’t having it
* ALL MEN ARE WOLVES MC
* AND YOUR SURROUNDED BY A PACK OF THEM
* is always trying to find ways why you shouldn’t hang out with them
* until you invite them over and he really gets to know them
* “They're…not so bad, I guess”
* Still will get low key jealous tho
* But he knows your his
* And make sure all the boys know also

Jaehee:
* glad you have a wide friend group
* doesn’t really care about gender of your friends
* Will want time with just her though
* She’s glad you have close friends, and late hangout at the cafes are nice
* Okay but if you ever get married
* It’s just
* Boys as the groomsmen, boys in bridesmaids dresses, the flower girl is one of the big ol’ tough ones (HERCULES MULLIGAN)
* like a large, family of boys with two moms

Jumin:
* can’t he just buy you new friends
* lil cupcake doesn’t understand
* tries to get jaehee to go to the mall with you
* he doesn’t like you being out with all those men
* is very against it
* until you’re almost robbed one day and is saved by your boys
* He realizes they are allies
* Not one to spend time with them
* But does appreciate them

Saeyoung:
* Boys?????
* In his house??????
* Doesn’t really minds too much
* Will get sad though if you leave him for a long amount of time
* (He is literally a puppy okay)
* low key stalks just to be sure
* has detailed research on every boy
* At least he’s really good at picking out presents for them
* Will spend time with them every now and then
* Loves throwing late night parties and getting goofy
* All your boys love him

Saeran:
* no.
* you can only hang with one boy
* and it’s him
* is v negative the entire time
* The first time he meets them he goes up to give the “back off my girl” talk
* But ends up getting the “Don’t hurt our baby” talk
* ??????
* Is okay with them
* Hates having them over though
* He still not well with socializing so he prefers staying with you
* Let’s you spend time with them tho
* Just not a lot
* This baby is a ham okay

anonymous asked:

Oh gosh could you share some headcanons you have for your medieval au?

Um, Yes!

Okay okay here we go with the supercorp medieval au 

  • Kara is really damn good at fighting. Like really damn good. Ever since she was little she’s been running around with a wooden sword pretending to be a fierce knight and begging her adoptive family to let her start properly training.
  • They don’t actually let her until she turns 12 and she becomes a page and it’s strenuous and difficult and she spends her days training tirelessly and she absolutely loves every second of it. 
  • Kara rises up the ranks quickly, moving from page to squire and then from squire to knight faster than most. Eventually she’s one of the youngest to be knighted in the kingdom’s history and the house of el soon blazes out on her shield proudly whenever she rides into battle.
  • Lena never asked to be royalty. She spends her days getting shoved into tight corsets and uncomfortable dresses and is forced to keep her thoughts to herself about how maybe her mother and father aren’t necessarily good rulers. She watches, worrying more and more with each passing year, as the kingdom seems to fall further and further into despair under their harsh rule.
  • She’s a bit reckless, for a princess. Enjoys sneaking out and blatantly ignoring the suffocating rules her parents place on her life and escapes from the castle as often as possible.
  • Kara may be a good fighter but she is young and overeager and sometimes acts before she thinks. One day she defies a direct order from the captain of the guard and her punishment is confinement to the castle, forced to act as guard to a member of the royal family.
  • Lena is furious when her parents tell her that, due to her actions, she will be assigned a personal guard to watch her at all times. They hope that it will prevent her from getting into danger. Because if something happens to her brother, she is next in line for the throne and they need her to be prepared for that. They need someone to carry on their legacy.
  • Kara expects to be in for a boring assignment. One where she has to sit in on stuffy meetings and babysit an old uncle of the king or similar. She does not expect to be assigned to guard the princess. She also does not expect her to be so pretty.
  • Lena surprises both her parents when she takes one look at her new guard, the knight with the gold hair and wide blue eyes, and doesn’t argue.
  • Kara figures out how doomed she is very quickly, but this fact is sealed a month later when the princess kisses her in a hidden alcove of the castle. Lip paint smudging across both their lips because the princess is dressed in an elegant ballgown and she’s supposed to be dancing with royalty from far off kingdoms. But she’s kissing Kara instead and Kara can only think that she is doomed doomed doomed even as she pulls her closer.

Have you noticed that the relationship between Candy and our crush is mostly about kissing and rarely some shallow (is it the right word??) talks. I wish they talked about, for example, their hobbies; that they got to know each other more. 
The other thing is the jealousy - yes, some is needed. but some, not that much. Castiel throws a bag at the boy who tried to kiss us, Lysander tells him to find a girlfriend or Kentin throwing a basketball. Isn’t it too much? They are teenagers, sure, but this isn’t normal. What’s next? The toxic relationship when the man can’t go out because he is for sure cheating on his girlfriend?
I, personally, really don’t like the fact that Castiel and Lysander, who have been friends for a longer time than Candy is in Sweet Amoris, fight, because the other has said that Candy looked good in her dress (really, I doubt Lysander would say something disrespectful). They should talk about it, not throw bags or be rude. That’s kinda OOC.
I also have a feeling that the creators wanted to make such a big deal about the jealousy scenes that they forgot about boys’ personalities (if they have any). The bag that Castiel threw at Lysander (who, don’t forget, had an accident around a month before?) could’ve been a bag with clothes in it and it wouldn’t be heavy, but it could as well be full of books. 
Maybe I’m overthinking, but I don’t think it’s healthy at all. What do you guys think?

+ my bf is Lys and my second highest LoM is Armin, when I told Lysander about Iris the first thing he said was “It seems Armin is never far behind you…” and that she should call him for help. Not a big deal at all but getting jealous because he was the only person that could hack her computer…? And they are helping a girl with, it seems, serious problems. It’s not about the fact that Armin was with Candy, it’s about helping Iris.