and mads dressed up for it

anonymous asked:

On days when they're particularly mad at Batman, the Batbrats have been known to say how disappointed Alfred must be to watch the boy he raised run around as an emo bat furry in spandex. (You somewhat frequently are dating a lady who dresses up as a cat, you're a furry!)

Bruce: Dating a woman dressed as a cat does not make me a furry.

Jason: Dating said cat while dressed like a bat makes you exactly that.

Stephanie: Hey nice rhyme.

Jason: Thanks.

anonymous asked:

I too dig the Damian Colin Billy Jon squad and I'd love to request a little something with them. Since Jon has posters of Goku and Naruto in his room I kinda HC him as a budding closet anime nerd. I'd love to see what would happen if he tried to convince the rest of the squad to cosplay with him and/or go with him to a convention

“Come on!” Jon was almost hopping up and down. “Absolutely not” Damian crossed his arms over his narrow chest jutting out his chin. “Oh come on Dami it’ll be fun” Colin said. He was trying not to trip over too long Hogwarts robes. “I am not some child who plays dress up Wilkes, and it is so unoriginal that you are going as Ron Weasley”

“Bite me Damian, you’re just mad you don’t get to go as Harry Potter”

“tt as if” 

Billy walked into the room fidgeting with the jacket for his Will Byers consume. “Damian why aren’t you in costume?” 

“oh the son of darkness is out to break Jon’s heart and thinks dressing up is for kids” Colin said flicking his wand around. Billy sighed heavily “Babe! we talked about this I thought you were in!”

“tt and humiliate myself in public, never” 

“Please Damian Please!” Jon was almost on his knees “who’s gonna do my hair if you don’t?” Jon was wearing a Goku costume but his shaggy black hair was still falling in his eyes. Damian huffed, and a slow smile crossed Billy’s face, “I know what will get you to come with us” 

——————

“Welcome one and all to the 31st Gotham ComicCon!” the voice boomed out over the convention center. Jon with his hair pointing up every which way had to be reminded not to float away. Colin had already been pulled into pictures with 4 different Harry Potters. Walking together, maybe the only time ever, Will Beyers was holding hands with Batman. 

rising signs when drunk
  • Aries: loud af, super fun, changes the music and dances by themselves, sometimes a bit of a dick (in the BEST WAY POSSIBLE), makes everyone dance with them, the one usually to come up with an idea to ride down a hill on some cardboard they found (SO FUN), probs will steal a sign
  • Taurus: probs drunk eating or hanging out in the kitchen, always on the look out for food or a snuggle, really well dressed and presented, super touchy and affectionate (often they're not super affectionate), SUPER giggly lmao, almost a mom-friend but if you're not a CLOSE friend they rly will not give a fuck, will very likely take off their clothes bc they feel so restricted
  • Gemini: giggly as hell, absolute SHIT talker, could probably win a debate with their confidence when drunk, tends to like run away, ditzy and off the planet entirely, somehow manages to talk with everyone at the party, doesn't really remember their names, accidentally flirty but only bc they are on their own level
  • Cancer: Super mom-friend if you're a close pal, will not give a fuck if you're not close, really loves food, tends to be super fun and captivating, really social and flirty, doesn't take it anywhere though so when it gets more than flirty they kinda just... leave that situation, can get offended rly quickly but also as quickly is laughing in the centre of the room
  • Leo: the organiser, lights up the party when they walk in, everyone is playing drinking games around them, always dressed on-POINT, laughs really loud, NEVER empty handed, always chatting to a group of people really animatedly, will find/swap clothes with someone by the end of the night, first one to get everyone to do shots for the night, forward rolls away from a bad convo, life of the party
  • Virgo: tries to look after everyone at first, makes sure they're comfortable, really sweet and caring, then gets absolutely smashed, talks shit and gets super direct, tells people they're wrong and corrects them in a hilarious way, doesn't shut up when they get started, makes sure everyone is super drunk and having fun, will be the one to hold back hair even if they just threw up
  • Libra: will touch EVERYTHING, super flirty and huggy, friends with everyone in a charming way, has control of the music ALWAYS and will complain when it's shit, somehow has everyone's details by the end of the night, HILARIOUS, talks really fast when they get excited, makes people chug their drinks and starts a chant off, usually ends up hooking up with someone at the end of a night
  • Scorpio: magnetic as hell, super dark and sarcastic at the beginning, cynical and observes, then decides who the fun people are at a party and gets LOOSE AS HELL, seductive and a smooth talker, will definitely bring someone home with them, gets someone's number, dances on the tables, sings/raps a song surprisingly perfectly, charming and witty, super funny
  • Sagittarius: omg life of the party with leo rising, does literally their own thing 100% of the time, gets on their own buzz entirely, makes a brand new friend group and runs off with them during the night, might just run off in general, makes a speech early in the night, makes the FUNNIEST jokes, can talk about politics and also absolutely nothing within the same conversation, always with a drink
  • Capricorn: witty and observant at first, then comes out of their shell and a completely different side to them emerges, will leave mid convo if it's boring, is sarcastic and loud, starts running around and somehow gets the energy of 5 billion condensed suns, gets really confident, speaks and laughs loudly
  • Aquarius: SOCIAL AS HELL, big arms and wild movements, always dresses so uniquely and cool, deeply involved in all drinking games, always ends up scoring more alcohol somehow (it's often given to them), takes a heap of selfies but immediately deletes them if they look slightly bad, will not ever stop talking
  • Pisces: absolutely wildly silly, laughing super hard on one side, and then mid-conversation sprints into another bc they like what they're talking about more, sometimes has a break where they suddenly get sad or mad, but then immediately reverts back to their cloud 9 state, gets a shitload of energy, meets everyone in the party and almost immediately forgets their name, always gets super drunk, passes out, wakes up and keeps going

YURIO CHOREOGRAPHED HIS EX IN FUCKING ONE NIGHT IM FUCKING SCREAMING

im just imagining this little shit running around the streets of barcelona in the middle of the night trying to cobble a costume together while he lets beka handle the music

he bursts into chris’s hotel room at 3 like “give me one of your sexy tank tops”

& chris is 75% asleep and doesn’t register that none of his clothes are appropriate for a 15 year old. he gestures at his wardrobe and as yurio leaves he’s like. “im 2 sizes bigger than you my tanks will fall off”

yurio looks him dead in the eye. “good.”

yurio takes pleasure in waking JJ up at 5 am and asking for his tackiest piece of jewelry.

“here’s this cross necklace that i got at a flea market for 2 bucks”

yurio snatches it out of his hands. “im going to kick your ass today shithead”

JJ wonders if yurio understands the meaning of an exhibition skate.

the hardest part is the jacket bc yurio’s outfit just isn’t right but there’s no one here that’s actually his size and yurio hasn’t slept in 24 hours.

he’s on his 5th red bull.

when suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, he sees someone outside the rink wearing the gaudiest purple leather jacket he’s ever seen. it’s perfect.

“you! how much for your jacket!”

the man is confused bc he doesn’t speak english and also the men’s GPF gold medalist is screaming at him. he’s 80% sure these are his last moments on earth.

jacket“ yurio says like that will make the man understand.

through a complex game of charades, yurio manages to communicate that he wants the jacket. the man happily hands it over bc holy shit it’s the ice tiger of russia.

yurio throws the guy 30,000 rubles.

yurio shows up right before his EX running on 15 red bulls with under eye circles darker than his soul.

“you look like you’ve been shoved through a meat grinder” mila says

“good” yurio replies.

no amount of foundation will help. lilia is panicking, barcelona is falling. yurio’s eyes still look like they can see through time.

georgi kicks in the door. “i got this”

it’s 5 minutes to show time and yuuri and viktor come to see him off. they’re still in their own EX costumes.

“wow! so chic!” viktor says before getting distracted by a dog in the stands. (”it’s in a purse yuuri, 10/10 would doggo again“)

“davai!” yuuri says.

yuuri has a pair of sunglasses clipped to his shirt. yurio points at them. “are those viktor’s”

“yes?”

they’re gucci and worth more than nikolai plisetsky’s car.

yurio snatches them and skates off before viktor comes back.

beka is at the edge of the rink dressed in all black. he flashes yurio a thumbs up.

“wow those sunglasses look just like mine!”

probably true things about ur sign
  • aries: is like a lil kid and a mother to u at the same time, a perfectionist, has naturally nice eyebrows, appreciates pretty things
  • taurus: can fall asleep anywhere anytime, obsessed with random ass kitchen appliances like cookie cutters and stuff, makes strange but funny noises
  • gemini: rocks anything from tie dye t-shirts to gangster hats, always up for an adventure, down for 3am bike rides, slays at making gingerbread men
  • cancer: doesn't like it when their food touches other kinds of food, will randomly attack you with a cuddle, is the best at keeping secrets, keen for getting outside and actually doing something
  • leo: they're naturally hilarious but won't admit it, thoughtful gift givers, drives with their hand on the steering wheel like they own the world
  • virgo: thinks their socially awkward but can actually make conversation with anyone, facial expressions. so many facial expressions.
  • libra: trusts everyone, does that little innocent smile when they have something to tell you, practically has an endless amount of energy
  • scorpio: they're actually vampires, obsessed with watching movies, always the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, is the one you want on your team when playing just dance on xbox
  • sagittarius: drives to maccas to get mcflurries at midnight, wants everyone to be happy, likes to facetime instead of message, great fashion taste
  • capricorn: can get mad in three seconds but screeches if they see a puppy, their stomachs are bottomless pits that want to be filled with icecream, love going on drives at night with loud music
  • aquarius: chicken nuggets are the center of their world, can lead any conversation into something funny, would trade their sibling for the newest version of sims, have nice nails
  • pisces: big doe eyes, live off cookies and sushi, want to be on everyone's good side, like nights where they have an excuse to dress up fancy,
Rising Signs When Drunk

Aries: loud af, super fun, changes the music and dances by themselves, sometimes a bit of a dick (in the BEST WAY POSSIBLE), makes everyone dance with them, the one usually to come up with an idea to ride down a hill on some cardboard they found (SO FUN), probs will steal a sign

Taurus: probs drunk eating or hanging out in the kitchen, always on the look out for food or a snuggle, really well dressed and presented, super touchy and affectionate (often they’re not super affectionate), SUPER giggly lmao, almost a mom-friend but if you’re not a CLOSE friend they rly will not give a fuck, will very likely take off their clothes bc they feel so restricted

Gemini: giggly as hell, absolute SHIT talker, could probably win a debate with their confidence when drunk, tends to like run away, ditzy and off the planet entirely, somehow manages to talk with everyone at the party, doesn’t really remember their names, accidentally flirty but only bc they are on their own level

Cancer: Super mom-friend if you’re a close pal, will not give a fuck if you’re not close, really loves food, tends to be super fun and captivating, really social and flirty, doesn’t take it anywhere though so when it gets more than flirty they kinda just… leave that situation, can get offended rly quickly but also as quickly is laughing in the centre of the room

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Sketchdump 3 of Samurai Dad. This one is dubbed the “Dress Up” dump. Ever since the 6th episode with Ashi’s new hairdo and outfit, I was inspired to make nature outfits for all the girls, as well as changing their hair. You will bet that Jack would immediately scrub the “Aku” goo off of the girls. BTW, he’s not mad at them, he’s mad that toddlers were dropped into bubbling goo. Then I got the urge to draw the girls with all their new hairdos and outfits when they’re older. Unfortunately I don’t know whose name is who. Please forgive me, I didn’t have time to assign the listed names, because they never did so.

Neon-Cat-Headphones & grungy green clothes: The main tech and gear head. Tinkerer, inventor. Not a super genius, but still the main tech-head.
Blue Coat with blue eyeshadow: She takes care of all the makeup and beauty needs. Also the experimental chemist who makes dangerous makeup bombs. Her handbag is filled with things from knockout gas & acid, to humble eyeliner & blush.
Chun Li with roller shoes: The tech-head sister made those shoes especially for her. Those shoes are heavier than they look. She likes her snacks & food. 
Pink Sakura Tessen/ first one Jack killed: She loves her books and soaking up knowledge like a sponge. She’s a living encyclopedia.
The Falconer: Nuff said. She loves nature and all of its creatures. Especially birds. Can do almost any bird call.
The rebel graffiti ninja: The artistic graffiti rebel with a cause. The stunts she pulls is baffling, and she’ll get help from her sisters. The people who painted that Soviet star as Patrick Star? She’ll do that s#!t and more.
Ashi, the ladybug warrior: We all know Ashi. But I’d say she’s really dedicated to martial arts and the bushido code studiously. Still loves ladybugs.

The final pic took way long. They’re preparing and gearing up for the final confrontation. And Jack now has his sword back (FINALLY!)

I don’t know if I’ll do another Samurai Jack-based stream next week. It’s pretty much likely that I might just do that. Probably will stop after the hype dies down and the end is near.

To all the viewers who stopped by, thank you so much for putting up with my dry and boring self haha.

Some more headcanons about Peter growing up on Yondu’s ship

part 1

  • Yondu not having any idea what Terrans eat so he tries to give Peter like, raw meat and stuff, and Peter is disgusted and Yondu is confused (“What’s wrong, boy? It’s fresh! Eat it!”). Though Peter is even more bummed out when he finds out there’s no McDonalds in space.
  • Peter wanting video games but Yondu telling him flying an M-ship is way more exciting than any video game (“All right, if it is, let me fly one!” “You’re too young to fly, you’ll crash.” “No, I won’t! If I can’t play games, at least let me try!” “I said no!” “But Yonduuuuu!” “You’re an annoying little bugger, you know that?” *grumbling and muttering* “All right, follow me, you can give Tulk’s old ship a try, but you put one mark on it- one mark, one spill on the dash- and you don’t get to give it another shot til you’re fourteen.” “KRAGLIN! YONDU’S GONNA LET ME FLY!”)
  • Peter trying to tell the Ravagers about Halloween, but they just don’t get it, and when he scavenges the materials to dress up as a pirate, they don’t notice anything different (except Kraglin, who says, “Nice hat, Pete,” when a rather deflated Peter walks by in full costume).
  • Members of other factions sometimes thinking Kraglin is Peter’s dad, and Yondu getting lowkey pissed off about it (“Course that’s not his dad, ya moron! Quill, get back on the ship and stop causing trouble.”)
  • Kraglin losing his blaster and freaking out cause he can’t find his spare and Peter says, “Just go ask Yondu for one!” and Kraglin is like, “He’ll get mad!” and Peter is confused because apparently, “I do it all the time whenever I lose something, he doesn’t care,” which is weird, because last time Kraglin lost something and went to Yondu to see if he knew where it was, Yondu snapped at him, “If you don’t keep an eye on your stuff, it’s not my problem when you can’t find it.”
  • The crew getting new communication devices and Peter texting with Kraglin all the time so Yondu gets suspicious and is always nosing on Peter’s end (“Who you writing to all the time, boy? You planning a mutiny?”)
  • Peter going through puberty and everyone on the whole ship making fun of his voice cracking up to the point where he ends up getting in a fight with someone because he’s so sick of it and Yondu has to drag them apart and scold them both for being immature, but as he’s walking away, he imitates Peter too.
  • Peter getting his hands on an electric guitar and keeping half the crew from sleeping with his late-night shredding until Yondu finally starts locking Peter’s guitar in his cabin every night at 11:00 (“Kraglin, Yondu said I’m not allowed to practice sick riffs past 11:00…” *Kraglin internally fist-pumps* “Aww, sorry Pete.”)
  • Peter going on his first solo mission and Yondu being on edge the whole time, which means he’s extraordinarily irritable toward the crew, so they all come to dread Peter’s missions because Yondu’s so unpleasant while he’s gone.
  • Peter getting arrested on some planet and Yondu bailing him out the next morning. Peter’s mad at Yondu for not doing it the night he got in, but according to Yondu, every Ravager should spend at least a couple nights of their life in jail, and though he doesn’t say it, he’s pretty proud of Peter for having done something that could get him time.
Tips

Group/Member: BTS/Jimin

Words: 2057

Genre: smut, fluff

Summary: Y/N surprises Jimin on tour, and Namjoon lets her know some things about her boyfriend

Request: anonymous

Includes: thigh riding, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation (reader receiving), and breath play

A/N: My longest scenario yet! I’m pretty proud of the length of it! I hope you enjoy it! ~Admin Unnie

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

“Thanks again for helping me plan this, Namjoon.” You said as he led you to their waiting room. There was an hour before they went on stage in Anaheim, and you were on your way to surprise your boyfriend, Jimin. You hadn’t seen him in a few weeks since he left for the tour, and you were missing him. Namjoon was more than willing to help when you called him.

“No problem. We couldn’t book an extra hotel room for you because one: Jimin would get suspicious and two: if anyone else were to find out, it would start a lot of rumors and drama about who the extra room was for. Although, I’m sure it shouldn’t be a problem for you to share a room with Jimin at all.” He winked at you before stopping in front of the waiting room door.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You could feel your cheeks heating up, as you were about 90% sure he was referring to you guys having sex, which you thought you had been doing good about keeping quiet about. You didn’t even know if the other guys knew you were having sex with Jimin yet.

“I’m sure you don’t. I just know Jimin’s been asking me some…interesting questions about what you guys may or may not get up to in private.” He moved to open the door, but you grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“He’s been asking questions? Like what?” You were still flustered and embarrassed due to what you two had just been talking about, but now you were curious.

“Just stuff like what he could do to spice things up and tips on how to make things more enjoyable for you.” Namjoon said, slight smirk on his face as he could see you were flustered over the whole ordeal.

“Can we just, act like we never had this conversation, and get on with surprising Jimin?” You asked, since you had no reason to be having this conversation with Namjoon anymore.”

“As you wish.” He opened the door, still keeping you hidden from view. “I hope everyone’s decent, because I have a little surprise for you.” Namjoon stepped aside to let you in the room.

“Y/N!” Everyone called out in greeting, as a fluff ball appeared in your vision and brought you into a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you, jagi!” Jimin says into your neck as you hug him back. He pulls back and pecks your cheek. “What are you doing here?” He asked, not letting go of your hand as he pulled you over to the corner of the room where you guys could cuddle without the others teasing you.

“I wanted to surprise you.” You said as you leaned over to kiss him on the lips. “But I do have something I want to talk to you about. Not here, but later, after the concert.”


It was a little after midnight when you guys finally made it back to the hotel. You bid the other members goodbye as Jimin led you to his, now your shared, room. “What did you want to talk about?” He asked as he swung your linked hands between the two of you, still energized after the show they just performed.

“How often do you talk about our sex life to the other guys?” Jimin stopped right in front of the door, shocked at your question.

“I-I don’t-“

“Namjoon’s already told me about your ‘questions’.” You cut him off. He pulled out his room key, and you can see his hand shaking slightly, obviously nervous over the fact that you know.

“What did he tell you?” Jimin asked as he led you into the room, turning the light on as he closed the door.

“Nothing much, just that you had asked for some tips.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand over his face. “I’m sorry, I know it’s personal and private, but-“

“It’s okay. I’m not mad.” You say as you stand directly in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Jimin began playing with the hem of the dress you were wearing, still not wanting to make eye contact just in case you were lying about being mad. “But I am curious about what tips he gave you.”

He looked up at you, and you noticed a certain glint in his eyes that only came out for special occasions. “Are you sure you want to know?” You nod as you lean down to kiss him. He places his hands on your hips as he deepens the kiss.

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hamilton characters as actual things said in my class

alexander: i’m not gonna do this… yes i am.

laurens: i slammed my head on my keyboard and hit enter and this came up

lafayette: not once, have i!

hercules: what about the kids out there who didn’t do their homework?

eliza: luckily mr. washington saved the day, god love his little soul.

angelica: wakey wakey eggs and math

peggy: i’m gonna go hang myself in the bathtub

washington: this is madness

thomas: i dont think its really your birthday you lie like a rug

madison: i almost said addition, james you dumb fool.

burr: *mumbling to self* tep tep tep tep tep tep

philip: i’m acute-y *dab*

maria: at school i don’t really care but when i go out on the town i get all dressed up

inspired by @dankdotham

Lance again

-this bitch knows so many languages, I’m not kidding, he knows Gaelic, and he will whisper sexual things in Shiro’s ears, Korean (yes Keith he heard your moonwax poetry about Hunk’s muscles and his caramel eyes), Japanese (Shiro often mumbles under his breath about Lance’s beauty), and so many more.

-he listens to any music from the 20s-to modern and any genre, he doesn’t care what era or what country as long as he likes it.

-as stated earlier he plays the ukulele, I’m adding the guitar (acoustic and electric), and the shamisen (I desperately want to learn how to play this grandiose instrument) and the classical instruments.

-his fav color is grey, or black. He also likes the rain. It makes him feel clean.

-he wears booty shorts and crop tops when he feels like it, which is often.

-Shiro is internally crying and trying not to jump Lance

-lance paints his nails azure and he made his nail Polish himself, fuck space malls and their outdated fashion.

-who the fuck wears parachute pants anyway??

-Lance watches The Addams Family, The Munsters, ghost hunting shows and serial killer documentaries.

-when Haggar does that magic voodoo bullshit she gets the fuck out real fast and vows never again. bc fuck the blue paladin is fucking horrifying, why does he know how to cook and eat a human?? Why does he know eighty ways to kill a man in an empty room?? What the fuck??

-Lance has existential crises on the ship, Allura hears him talking outloud about the inevitably of death and the numbness of existing,, she is shook and has to sit for hours to recollect her will to live, she vows to solidify Lance’s place in the team and thier hearts

-Lotor freaks tf out,,, how is someone so damn beautiful hanging about his such riffraff,,, he tries to snatch lance away after lacing his drink,, Shiro shoots Lotor in the ass for even trying to steal his koi.

-When Lance goes swimming Hunk goes with him, lance doesn’t go alone after he decided to go surfing at night on veradero’s coast. He was taken down and nearly drowned

-lance has always wanted to be a waterbender, so when a druid hits blue with a quintessence blast ending with lance and blue melding their quintessence together he gains the ability to manipulate the states of water he fucks around with everyone, Keith’s pants suddenly get wet, Pidge’s water stays in the glass (even when she holds it upside down), Shiro’s shirts are always wet and they stick to him like a second skin. Ice covers Lance’s arms and he panics resulting in some queen elsa bulllshit

-if you piss Lance off be prepared for a fucking guilt trip,, he will wreck you and your bloodline.

-He will call Shiro out on his favoritism daily,,, bc you can’t favor two people out of a crew of seven, including yourself, self care Shiro. Self care.

-Lance can hold his liquor like the Irishmen of old. Challenging him to a drinking contest is asking for alcohol poisoning

-Lance is a romantic/angry drunk.
(“Shhhirrooo, dance wif meee”///“I will kick your ass, I’ll kick my own ass, I’ll kick the Sun’s ass”)

-Lance always wanted to be a surgeon, or a coroner. The human body has always interested him, this explains why he watches those documentaries

-Pidge snaps one day at Lance for no reason, lance don’t play that white people shit where the young ones rule the damn world, Pidge now understands La Chancla™ and the fear. She also gets a timeout and naptime.

-Lance will mother the shit out of anyone and anything.

-alien refugees? Boom! Mother lance at your service!

-he gives Lotor a strict talking too, it doesn’t work and lance is left with a bruise the size of a volleyball.

-Shiro nearly kills Lotor with his organic hand.

-Hunk and Lance cook and bake and talk about boys. Pidge is ace, Allura is asexual, and Coran is faithful to his deceased wife

-Hunk is also Lance’s sparring partner, neither of them ever hold back, one day Kieth walks in on them and thought they were trying to kill each other

-lance dislikes the quite, he fills it with his voice so he doesn’t go mad with depression and kill someone.

-he contemplates death so much. It’s worrying

-the mind meld thing? Yeah, everyone comes out mildy scared and mildly threatened.

-Shiro thinks its pretty hot when lance rambles about serial killers, Shiro supposes it kuro trying to break out.

-Lance loves having shaved legs and wearing cute dresses and skirts

-florals are his favorite pattern

-this boy is a leggy boi.

-he wears heels and slays the make-up game.

-Allura is jealous.

That’s My Girl

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Summary: Jensen breaks your plans for the evening and you are not happy about it.

Prompt: “That’s not a good enough reason to get married.”

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Requested: @arryn-nyx


“I can’t believe you’re bailing on me!”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Y/N!” Of course Jensen subjects you to his dazzling signature smile, the one that reminds you of kittens and rainbows and all of that corny shit.

He drags you in for an insanely tight hug as if that will make your moodiness disappear. Well, the joke’s on you because it’s starting to work.

Damn his perfect physique. How are you supposed to stay pissed when an attractive man who smells delicious is touching you?

You gather up enough super strength to shake those distracting thoughts away. That’s an exhausting problem that you’ll save for another day. As of today, there’s no way in hell that you’re letting him off the hook this time.

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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!”

Little Fireheart. (Rowaelin Oneshot)

Creak.

Rowan’s eyes shot open.

He glanced at his wife, her breathing steady and quiet, her body outlined by the light of the moon. Rowan had been away with Aedion for the last week, overseeing Terrasen’s new recruits, and he had spent hours making it up to Aelin earlier that evening. Considering how often she moaned his name, and the marks on his back from her nails, he figured he was forgiven.

With a smile, he pulled up the thin, white blanket to her bare shoulders, and kissed her forehead gently. “I love you, Fireheart.”

As he stood, he swore he heard her mumble Buzzard, but when he looked back, eyebrows raised, she was still sound asleep. He pulled on his pants with a chuckle and grabbed a blanket from the chair by the fireplace on his way out the door.

The creaking of the stairs had stopped, and the pitter-patter of small feet were now heavy on the main floor. Wrapping the blanket around his broad shoulders, Rowan silently took the stairs two at a time.

He found her by the window, watching the city-goers walk by their private residence under the streetlights. She had her chin perched on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs as she sat on the window sill, her golden hair a mess and her pajamas rumpled. She was clinging to her white-fur blanket, the one she was given by Gavriel the day she was born.

He leaned against the door frame, watching her, admiringly. He thought back to the first time he held her in his arms, bundled in that same blanket, when terror and love and utter joy flooded him. He remembered looking into the eyes of his firstborn, his daughter, and knowing he was in trouble. She had put him through hell since the day she’d been born, and she was only four. There was a lot more hell to go.

And he loved every minute of it.

“Didn’t your mother tell you to stay in bed?”

The small figure jumped at her father’s voice, her cheeks turning pink as she turned to face him. “Maybe….”

The silver-haired fae crossed his arms as he tried not to smile, and failed. “Ana.”

When her lip began to wobble, he ran to her side and pulled her into his arms. Once her small arms had wrapped around his neck, and her head was lying on his shoulder, he sighed.

“Are you mad, daddy?” she asked.

Rowan sat down on the cushioned couch that sat in front of the fireplace and wrapped his blanket around his daughter. “No, why would I be mad?”

“Mommy gets mad when I get out of bed,” she said, matter-of-factly.

He laughed. “Mommy doesn’t get mad. She just wants you to get a good night’s rest, that’s all. So you can grow big and strong.”

“Does mommy get mad at you when you get out of bed?”

He pulled back and looked into those curious, pine-green eyes. It was the only trait she’d gotten from him. “Yes. So, don’t tell her I was out of my bed, and I won’t tell her you were out of yours. Deal?”

She held up her pinkie in answer, and Rowan wrapped his around hers.

“Deal,” she giggled, and fell into his chest.

“Why can’t you sleep?” he asked her, after a minute. “It is late.”

“I thought you were on my side,” her high-pitched voice was highly offended.

He held up his hands in defense.

The little girl sighed. “Uncle Aedion told me a scary story. Aunt Lysy got mad at him, but he thought it was funny.”

Aedion and Lysandra had taken Aliana to the square earlier that afternoon for lunch, and to find a dress for Friday’s gathering. Apparently, Aedion liked to add his own fun to the agenda.

“Scary story?” he brushed her hair back behind her ear. “About what?”

“About snow leopards.”

“Snow leopards?”

“Yeah, about how they eat little girls with-with blonde hair.”

Rowan made a mental note to kick Aedion’s ass tomorrow when they met for their early morning workout. “Uncle Aedion was just joking, Ana.”

She frowned. “Well, he’s not very funny.”

The corner of Rowan’s lips tugged upward as the little girl in his lap yawned.

“Go to sleep, Ana,” he kissed the top of her head. “I love you.”

“Will you stay?” she asked, pine-green eyes growing wide.

“Of course,” he promised, pulling her tighter against his chest.

Another yawn escaped. “Love you, too, daddy.”

They sat there, just the two of them, in silence as he patted her back, giving her the comfort that only he could.

“Daddy?”

“Hmm?” he asked, realizing he was dozing off.

“Can I be a bird like you?”

It took him a moment to realize she was talking about shape-shifting, and the thought made him laugh, breathily. “You can be anything you want to be, my Little Fireheart.”

But, when he didn’t get a reply, and he looked down at the four-year-old cradled in his arms, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady.

A small flame rose, and grew, from within the fireplace.

Rowan glanced toward the door frame and gave its occupant a soft grin. He whispered, “I thought I wore you out.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was humor there, and love. “I came to see why I was the only one in bed.”

He held out his free arm, and before he could take another breath, she was there, lying her head against his shoulder and taking her daughter’s feet into her lap.

“She’s getting so big,” she sighed. “I don’t understand why she thinks I’d be mad to find her downstairs. Remind me to kick Aedion’s ass, by the way.”

Rowan chuckled. “I’d be scared of you, too, Majesty.” Aelin stuck her tongue out at her husband. With a smirk, he continued, “How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to come to the conclusion that you two must keep a lot of secrets from me,” she narrowed her eyes as if to say liars.

He shrugged. “A pinkie swear cannot be broken.”

She nudged him in the ribs, then continued to rub his chest with her finger in lazy circles to the sound of his quiet laughter.

“She’s perfect,” Aelin whispered, as Rowan’s eyes closed. “I still think that, every day, just how perfect she is. She reminds me of you.”

“She’s just like her mother,” Rowan whispered, back. “Yes, she is perfect. And beautiful. And kind. And smart.”

As he opened his eyes, he caught the tear that had fallen down his wife’s cheek.

“There was a time when I didn’t think I would ever have this life,” she whispered. “There was a time when I dreamt of this life, with you. Sometimes, it feels like a dream after all that we’ve endured.”

“I often have to remind myself that it’s not,” he kissed her head as the flames in the fireplace grew. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“To whatever end.”

“Always,” she smiled. “To whatever end.”

Aelin fell asleep a minute later, and Rowan sat there, holding them both tightly, lovingly, admiringly, until the flames turned to embers, the logs turned to ashes, and sleep consumed him.

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Originally posted by yourwisehistory

Khal Drogo x Reader (Requested by Anon)

Hello! Could I request a Khal Drogo x Reader fic where she works as his translator/interpreter and one day she translates for Khal when an important guest arrives. But then the guest keeps hitting on her and being insulting when she turns him down. Khal can’t understand and the Reader doesn’t say anything to Khal because she knows the guest is important. But Khal notices she’s upset/withdrawn and ends up finding out. Thank you my lovely!

When you first started working for Khal Drogo, you hated it because, well, you were his slave. You were a translator for him as he only spoke his native tongue, and you spoke six other tongues - including his. You learned to love what you did, as you knew all of the important things going on in the tribe and what business your Khal was doing. You were sworn to secrecy with all of the business you heard and translated and you spent most of your time with Drogo. The only moments you weren’t with him was when you were bathing and sleeping.

You knew Drogo treated you differently than his other slaves; he favored you. He appreciated the translating, but he would have you sit either in front of him or on his lap when you weren’t doing what you were bought for. He liked to have you stay in his tent with him most nights, though you did have a cot in the slaves tent. He never raped you, or let anyone else rape you. He wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do unless it was telling him what someone had said.

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Jealousy - Smut

Originally posted by titsonafish100

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 1,952
AN: Okay so this was spurred on by the teaser for the teaser trailer for AmAs, I had so many feelings and I just wanted to die and also fuck Dylan so here you go? Sorry not sorry. Also I didn’t edit this well so I apologize for any mistakes.


Dylan arrived home to an empty house, his eyes drooping due to jet lag. It was a long flight, but he was glad to be home. He was early, wanting to surprise you, but it seemed like you weren’t there. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw your makeup littering the bathroom counter. He wasn’t mad, of course, glad you were going out and having fun when he wasn’t around. He hated to think you’d be cooped up in the house alone without him.

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