and so what if she's a mystery

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Since I texted @siobhanchap last week that we’re getting to know the gender today, she texted me back on a daily basis asking if I can feel any signs on what the little one is going to be - so she could return either the blue or the pink dozen of stuff she’d already bought for Beenie…Well, I so took my whole triangle to the doctors and solved the mystery about the magic. 👶 ✨ 

Oh nevermind that was its gem. Such a weird shape, though.

Amethyst you are the definition of grace

Parasites, eh? What do you mean by this, Garnet?

Garnet is more talkative than usual, is this going to be a Garnet episode? I’m totally down for some more of her badassaery, and maybe some lore as well, espically since she feels like the most mysterious one in the team.

Awwwww he looks up to her so much, who wouldn’t, honestly.

Amethyst you are a rock.

What if Kat ISN’T Layton’s daughter?

Some people liked this idea so here we go

What if Katrielle isn’t Layton’s child, adopted or biological? 

Imagine Kat is merely a Layton fangirl - one of many. She even went and bought her own little top hat to match her idol’s! 

She dreams of being a detective, just like Layton, but no one will take her seriously. She has quite the “imagination”. Scotland Yard sees her as a harmless nuisance. (”Leave her to deal with the petty pickpockets,” Alfendi scoffs.) 

But then, Layton goes missing. Kat is devastated, along with the rest of London. The city goes into an uproar. Layton - the man who saved the world from the Azran, who stopped the Mobile Fortress - is missing! What hope is there for the rest of them? The citizens needs someone to depend on… even a girl claiming to be Layton’s daughter. Oh, not Flora! This is Katrielle Layton. Layton must have forgotten to mention her, just like his son. 

“What’s this? I thought I was getting the famous Professor Layton! Don’t tell me I’m stuck with you!”     

“You’re still getting the Layton intuition to some extent… just from his daughter! So, I’ll be solving the case in his place.”

Using the Layton name as a starting point for her detective business, Kat creates a humble yet respectable reputation for herself, solving day-to-day small mysteries. (Nothing too grand that would attract unwanted attention.) She may not truly be a Layton, but she embodies their key traits - right down to the famous Layton finger point! - though, she can come off as a bit of an “airhead”. 

Kat is always dismissive when people ask about her mother. (”Who’s the lucky lady who ended up with Professor Layton?”) Her usual excuse is that she was adopted, like her siblings. In actuality, Kat’s mother is alive and well and living in London, though she constantly worries about Kat. She’s never even met Professor Layton! 

A few months into the detective business, Kat receives some unexpected visitors. Alfendi Layton barges into her office, followed by a young man in blue and a lady in an orange dress. Sherl barks at the intruders, but Kat hauls him away, stammering, “Sorry! I’m so sorry…!”

Alfendi laughs. “What’s the matter Katrielle? Don’t you recognise your own ‘family’?” 

“Leave her alone,” Flora interrupts. She studies Kat, wistfully noting that this girl resembles Layton more than she ever did. “Katrielle, we’ve come to request your help.”

“Why bother? I’ll bet she wouldn’t have solved a single case if it weren’t for the Layton name - “

“Do shut up, Al’,” Luke snorts. He smiles kindly at Kat. “Why don’t we discuss this over a cup of tea… and some cookies?”

“There’s nothing to discuss,” Alfendi mutters. “She’s a fraud. Case closed.” 

“If I might intervene…?” Noah enters with a tea tray, much to Kat’s relief. “While her decision to adopt the ‘Lady Layton’ person was… questionable, Miss Kat has proved herself to be worthy of such a title.” Kat smiles gratefully at him. 

“That’s reassuring,” Luke says, accepting a cup of tea, “because, as Flora said, we need your help.”

Kat swallows and finally asks, “W-with what?”

“Finding Professor Layton.” 

Love at First Sight Headcanons

Jyn

-once she see’s you she stares you down
- she comes off as threatening
-really she’s just trying to fight what she’s feeling
- short with you, it seems like she hates you (and she wants to)
- notices: posture

Cassian

-very questioning, he can’t help but want to know everything at once
- love at first sight to him is finding someone intriguing without any reason to it
- he’s serious and genuine
-notices: eyes

Chirrut

- calls you out
-he’ll be straight up and tell you that you’ve caught his attention
-says interesting or mysterious things to make you smile
-tries to get you close so he can feel your aura
-notices: breath

Baze

- gets more sassy than usual
-follows you around silently
-does something nice in a mean way
-notices: muscle/strength

Bodhi

-gets suddenly clumsy
-for once at a loss for words and starts to stutter
- starts actively avoiding you so he doesn’t mess up
-notices: voice

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)


[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]

warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

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‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”


Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”


(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.


“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”


3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.


3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.


4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.


(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”


(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.


Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.


5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.


She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.

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Give My Love to Huckleberry Finn (Part Three)

If there was one advantage to having a sprained ankle, it was the fact that Cece got to eat dinner in her bedroom, far away from Jeff and his snide comments about her cooking.

           She stayed in bed for most of Saturday and Sunday, keeping her foot elevated, skimming online articles about teaching adults to read. Apparently, if the student was willing and patient, it wasn’t that hard to do.

In the solitude of her bedroom, under the milky influence of painkillers, she thought only of Harry. She replayed their encounter over and over in her head, recounting all the little details of how he’d behaved, trying to work out what it meant. He was an enigma to her, an absolute mystery, and she was itching—burning—to figure him out.

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What’s up! so here’s my bio for real life me and self insert mary sue me! (Please try to ignore the smudges) I couldn’t fit everything on here so consider this the rest.

Personality- Cheerful, Tries to be positive at any moment, Gentle, Humble, Dreamer, Passionate with it’s something she likes, Always see the good in others, Sarcastic, Blunt, Snarky, Bit of a romantic (though she won’t admit it)

Background- Was once your normal person with under mysterious circumstances, she gains the ability of dimensional transportation (think @lollipopjewel oc bio). Now she’s traveling through worlds hoping to get some answers and honestly just to have some fun.     

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mc5 is wearing a unicorn mask lol. the bg color depends on who i ship them with hehe.  

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IS ROSIE IN DANGER?

HOLY SHIT.

When the therapist asked John where Rosie is, he replied, she’s with friends. 

Indeed, Rosie is with Molly. 

I was looking at this trailer and I slowed it down so I could catch more details. There was a scene where Molly looked extremely distressed talking on a phone, however there were two hands on the phone. One belongs to Molly, one is not hers.

Then I noticed this bracelet, it looked so familiar. Then it occurred to me that I have seen ALL THREE of Euru’s personas wear bracelets (or at least speculated for one of them.)

Look at her right arm, it’s full of bracelets. However, I didn’t find a matching one, and in the picture with Molly, the mysterious hand appears to be the left hand.

Sherlock deducted that ‘Faith’ had self-harm scars, therefore kept on pulling the left sleeve, but what if she is merely hiding her bracelet? But why would she wear the bracelet here? Why doesn’t she want to show Sherlock the bracelet? Would the bracelet possibly give away her identity?

Then this scene came, and that bracelet matches the shape and color of the bracelet in the trailer, it was also on her left hand. This means that yes, Molly is most definitely going to be in trouble next episode, but the question is, will Rosie be in trouble too?

BTS ideal type vs what they need

Jungkook

He thinks the quiet girl always quietly giggling in the corner is just adorable, the way her eyes shine as she sits there listening too the teacher going on and on about the painting in front of him. She’s the soft girl that everyone knows of not particularly loud, but always friendly with everyone. The teachers favorite student in fact, always ready to help whoever is in need. They may not be the smartest of them all, but they’re no dumb dumb either. But what makes her different? Those damn “assets”. And she knows she makes the guys go crazy, because their eyes keep drifting off, and she just can’t help but giggle at that thought with a cute rosy blush.

  1. Looks
  • He has a set height… 168cm
  • Curvy please..
  • Short hair. He’d like that cute yet bold look


    2.  Personality

  • Shy
  • Girly
  • The type to blush easily
  • A little mysterious
  • Someone lost in their own world
  • Creative and artistic
  • Someone who everyone loves and adores

Originally posted by jung-koook


Oh but he’s so wrong. The moment you fumbled inside the classroom, late since you overslept after your intense gaming round, his head snapped to the confident aura that surrounded you. The dark twinkle in your eyes, a mixture of happiness with that tinge of mystery. You flipped your hair over your shoulder as you look back in to his staring eyes. But instead of looking away all shy. You wave back at him, striking a conversation later on. He would be so into the she intimidates me, but I’ll challenge her to anything. As we all know he’s a big gamer, so these gaming dates are just perfect! As childish as you need to be to be able to talk to this idiot on a daily basis, you also need to be a little mature. Someone who can take care of him every time this pabo hurts himself. You need to be able to master all those pranks. They are integral on your weekly pranks on the hyung line. But what he’d appreciate the most, is even though his job obstructs him from being their all the time like a normal boyfriend, you’re always waiting for him with open arms. A cuddler so he doesn’t feel to pressured to initiate affection.

  1. Looks
  • Not going to question his measurements, but more so around 165-168cm
  • Colored hair. It’ll be his thing, just seeing bright colors on you.
  • Curves for days!!!
  • Tan for days!!!

    2.  Personality

  • Triple S. Sassy, sarcastic, with a tinge of sweet
  • Gamer girl!!!
  • Confident. Not smug but confident
  • A little clumsy, because that’s what makes you cute af
  • A good listener who can listen to his rambles
  • A little motherly, always looking out for him. No matter what stupid things you both are about to do.
  • A little aura of mystery
  • Someone more inclined towards their creative capabilities.
  • **ahem** Iron man..
  • The type to prefer Action movies or Romance.
  • Someone who can be his friend first.
  • Has those sudden episodes of perverseness. LIKE out of no where. Just a perverted joke. Why? Just cause.
  • Prancing duo!!!
  • Someone more on the extroverted side, but knows when to lay back.
  • Understanding, because he might make mistakes along the way, but if you’re understanding enough. He’ll learn to fix the mistakes.
  • Meme king and queen

Originally posted by sehuns-bubblebum

A Meta

East Wind played the perfect woman for both John and Sherlock. 

For John: a chance of excitement out of stagnating boring life, attractive, mystery a chance meeting. We now know where E comes from now too. East. 

For Sherlock: Here is the mirror to John so blatant, the cane, suicidal, lonely, blond. They went on a fucking date together solving a case and eating fish and chips. Sarcastic bantering, she complemented the chips yes, but it was what john did, what sherlock wanted. Sherlock got fucking flashbacks because of her, she played the part that good.  God dammit moffat. 

E seduced them both with each other, the last straight front both of these characters had to deal with. 

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Anyway here is an itemised list of the reasons why I’m loving Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries so much:

  1. Miss Fisher is obviously a badass but also she’s not young! She’s Of A Certain Age and she still lands the absolute hottest dudes. The hottest dudes. The hottest dudes
  2. It’s the Carousing Good Guy trope but a lady!
  3. Her lady-loving doctor friend Mac wears the most wonderful suits and she is amazing and I want to kiss her
  4. What kind of a name is Phrynie. It’s absurd
  5. Super old-school anti-procedural. Like Jonathan Creek but without all the British cringiness. Like Star Trek but instead of space stuff it’s murders and instead of space it’s set in Australia.
  6. I didn’t even know Australia had a ‘20s until I watched this show. Upon closer study, it seems plausible
  7. Miss Fisher is absolutely ruthless, clever, dangerous, insightful, and willing to go to any length to solve her case - including playing any number of fanciful parts, scaling large buildings, getting herself nearly poisoned to death, and otherwise putting herself in physical and emotional danger - and she does all this without having to sacrifice her love of pretty things. She scales those buildings in beautiful hand-tooled Italian heels. She is always impeccably, gorgeously dressed, and doesn’t ever change that about herself, even when she starts being taken more seriously by the police force or when she is doing serious detective work like interviewing wicked murderers or hunting for the man who killed her sister. Miss Fisher is only ever entirely herself.
  8. She adopts strays like no one’s business.
  9. There’s something very appealing about the story of a woman who has seen terrible, gruesome things, decided afterwards to dedicate her life entirely to pleasure, and then (almost despite herself) ended up becoming a philanthropist and a den mother and a doer-of-good. I have seen this story many many many (many, many) times from a male perspective, but not so often from a female viewpoint, and Miss Fisher does it without ever begrudging what she’s become. She’s infinitely more graceful than every other good-guy-against-his-better-judgment story I’ve watched or read.
  10. THE END

I’m just trying to recall the last time we actually saw Dean do anything sexual with anyone. Because in 12.11, we know he had the hots for Larry, and after going for his ride he “blew off steam” with the waitress. But what does that mean? And the fact that he was supposed to meet her after her shift but never showed… for what? Round two? To finish what they started? It is a mystery. I mean, she didn’t seem all that invested, just pissed that he blew her off when she finally did see him again.

And ALL of that technically happened BEFORE HE WAS HEXED!

So, sound mind, consenting adults, and all that. And when she realized that he couldn’t remember because he’d been “roofied,” she was immediately concerned that she may have taken advantage of him and apologized.

I mean, that’s fantastic.

When the heck has Dean ever gotten an apology like that?

This is pretty far removed from “mistakes were made.”

Before this, he had some sort of success in 11.13 before then striking out later in the episode.

And before that was 11.04, where those mistakes were made, whatever that means.

But even with his memories removed and therefore no burden of guilt, we didn’t actually see him hit on anyone the entire episode. He was polite and smiley with people, complimenting Rowena’s hair for being “bouncy” oh my god. Being friendly with the waitress, even smiling at Sam when he had no freaking clue who HE was, let alone who Sam was. Dean’s default without his memories seems to be cheerfully pleasant with a zest for life (and waffles) (and Larry).

So, not a womanizing jerk dudebro.

He thought his own damn life hunting monsters with their angel best friend sounded awesome. He noticed people, but he didn’t have that performing persona. And he unashamedly admitted to loving A DISNEY CARTOON FISH. I mean… 

This was all just so refreshing in a really twisted and terrifying sort of way…

owl emoji review

a very realistic approach!! i love the way she looks of into the distance. so mysterious! what do you see over there, friend? 8/10 only a little misshapen

wow!! she looks lovely!! beautiful feathers on her head!! she looks very warm and welcoming!! the one problem is her talons, which are just ovals, but i love that heart-shaped body, and i love her!! 9/10 would let her into my home

a sneaky girl. she looks like you just caught her in the act of doing something not good! and also, her body’s a tube! 5/10 leave her alone

does samsung know what owls are? has anyone ever shown samsung an owl? i wish samsung knew owls. 2/10 might be a penguin-dodo bird crossbreed

a small girl, but she’s got a lovely little branch to perch on!! and look at those beautiful tufts on her head!! 7/10 eyes are a little large, but i still love her

i like the art style here! and look at how she’s puffing her chest out so proudly! a confident girl! her eyes seem a little bit empty, though! 5/10 would still hug her

this poor girl. this poor poor girl. who did this to her? who made her so misshapen and weirdly shaded? 1/10 someone help her

you think you can do this to me? in my home? you think you can just fukcing walk in here and show me this and tell me it’s an owl? get the fuck out of here. get out of my home. fuck you. -20/10 out of my sight

just the head, but the head’s all we need! look at those beautiful eyes!! her feather tufts frame them perfectly and she looks ready to give you lots of love!! 10/10 i love her so very much

I think my favourite thing about Bubbline is that in the first episode that made it clear this is going to turn real gay real fast (What Was Missing), the characters still had their initial traits. Princess Bubblegum was this perfect little princess who always gets everything she wants and everyone adores her. Marceline was this “dark and mysterious” ancient vampire who’s oh so cool and nonchalant, but also a terrifying force when angered.

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And now we see so much deeper into their characters. Bonnibel is actually almost as old as Marcy is and she’s been hardened into a ruthless despot, who is ultimately well-intentioned but also goddamn scary sometimes, and above all so, so deeply flawed. Marcy herself is still the lost little girl she was when she turned immortal, her blasé attitude is actually just a defense mechanism and yeah, she’s still a powerful vampire, but also a precious awkward potato most of the time.

Maybe even better than all this is the fact that they both helped each other develop. Bonnie is less tense now and focuses more on her personal relationships and sees beyond the masses of her citizens. Marceline was briefly mortal again thanks to PB and is vastly better at handling her emotions and maintaining her relationship with others.

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These two are amazing.

From Mangahelpers

Ft 60

Request: Reveal of FT’s mysteries!
In one of Magnolia’s cafe:
Lucy: Hello everyone!
Mira: Puru puru pupipiiiin!
L: What?! What are you doing?!
M: Imitating one of your Spirits - Plue!
L: No no no, you don’t sound like it at all!
M: Ok then, let’s do our best today too!
L: O-ok, let’s start with the first question.

Q: I love Brandish-chan! Please, make her happy!
M: Brandish from Spriggan 12 is very popular, isn’t she?
L: Irene or DiMaria, who was so cruel for me, are popular too.
M: Whole females’ party is popular.
L: As for males’ party it’s God Serena.
M: What? But he’s… you know…
L: I wonder if he’s so hopelessly cute.
M: Author is fan of Jacob.
L: Oh yeah, Mira-san, you’re fighting with him right now, aren’t you? Do your best!
M: Sure! But I don’t know why he’s fighting with his eyes closed all the time.
L: What?
M: He’s capable warrior with no doubts, but thanks to that I can fight with him on par.
L: Mira-san, may it be that you’re barely dressed right now?
M: Oh my, shame on me.
L: Let’s… go back to the topic. Brandish, I want you to be happy too!
M: You’re right. It would be wonderful, if everyone could be happy.
L: Yeah… but lately, with this development… I’m not so sure about it.
M: Let’s see next question.

Q: What really happened in chapter 503 in volume 59, when DiMaria was stopping time?
L: Oh, that time… Thanks to that I was saved, but something strange happened with Natsu…
M: And DiMaria was so frightened, it wasn’t normal at all.
L: Natsu was moving although the time was stopped?
M: So, let’s see what happened step by step:
1. DiMaria stopps the time.
2. Natsu wakes up and knocks out DiMaria in the same time.​L: Wait the second! How could he move when time was stopped?!
M: Isn’t it because of END’s power?
L: But Natsu was tied up too.
M: With END’s power something like that is not a big deal.
L: And he was suffering from this tumor. (not sure about this line)
M: END’s power!
L: Very useful…
M: Let’s see what happened next:
3. Natsu notices Lucy (he sees her breasts).​L: Don’t look at them!
M: Now it’s too late…
4. Natsu releases Lucy (he sees her breasts again).​L: You’re looking too much!
M: Natsu is a guy after all.
5. Because Lucy’s not moving, Natsu thinks, that she’s dead.
6. He awakens his END’s powers.
7. He strikes at DiMaria again.
8. And rushes to Zeref’s place.​L: So something like that happened.

M: Natsu is a guy after all.
L: Let’s change the topic.

Q: When will you perform Star Dress: Capricorn Form?
L: Well, maybe I’ll perform it in Fairy Tail Second Film, or maybe not…
M: Hm? So will you or not?
L: I can’t tell you yeeeet!
M: Puru puru pupipiiiin

Peter Pan Imagine/Do you love me?

Warnings: Smut, cursing, mentally abusive,cruel Pan, 

You never truly understood him, why he was so mean, so cruel, so heartless, for you only knew that you loved him, and your poor loving self thought you could change that, you were wrong.

From the day you met him, you knew you wanted to be with him, something about his mysterious ways drove you crazy. 

“Who are you?” he asked

“I’m Y/n.” you say with a smile

“Throw her in the lagoon, she’ll die faster!” he yells

“WAIT!” you yell a little alarmed

“Please, let me stay, I want to help.”

“What could you possibly have to offer me?”

You loo at him dead in the eyes,  “Me.”

The next thing you know Peter has you naked in his bedroom

He kisses up and down your neck and you are almost screaming his name,

As he is about to enter you stop him

“This is.. my first time.” you look every other way except in his direction

Peter is automatically irritated, he rolls his eyes, but makes sure you aren’t watching hi, he just wanted to fuck you already. He bends his down in the crook of your neck and starts to whisper “I’ll take go slow okay?”

You think he is the sweetest thing in the world, and of course you didn’t see the eye rolls.

He enters you and you start to feel the pain and start to complain to Peter, at this point he puts his finger in your mouth,

“Bite on this.” he says a little dry , you ignored that.

Next thing you know he starts going in hard and you could barely take it.

“Peter I’m a virgin!” you yell

But he completely ignores that and keeps going

“Peter please go slower”

As if he couldn’t be more of an ass he goes quicker

You’re digging your nails and hiding you face in the pillow you saw next to you begging him to stop, it felt good, but for your first time, it was a bit much.

As he stopped you realized he came and with that you took the pillow from behind your face and blushed as you looked at him.

His hair was a crazy mess, he was sweating, and had a satisfying look on his face, almost a “mission accomplished” look

He then came to your ear and nibbled on it a bit, you giggle as he does so

“You did such a good job baby girl, your king is so proud of you.” as he whispered in your ear, your heart melted, ever since then, this was your nightly routine. You loved making Peter proud of you, he would praise you, he would get you gifts, let you eat the first meal, showering alone, being his lost girl had some perks.

Almost every night Peter would fuck the brains out of you and he would love doing it.

“Do you really like the girl? Or are you just playing with her emotions?” Felix asked Peter

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Peter would say bluntly

“Oh Peter” you would scream his name so loud all of Neverland would hear, and he loved it, you barely could talk the next day because your throat would be red raw from screaming.

One day one of the lost boys got sick and you caught one of the colds they had.

“Not tonight Peter.” you simply say

“Excuse me?” he says

“I got sick and just want to rest.”

“Love please” he would kiss your neck softly, try to get you in the mood.

“Peter, you know I can’t say no to you” you say ans gab his face and kiss his lips.

He quickly takes off his clothes and yours and starts to stroke into you very roughly.

“Oh fuck Peter.”

He grabs the slides of your hips and starts to go very rough, he would always switch positions, doggy stile so that he could pull your hair, he would make you go on top of him, but eventually he would just take over and get on top, he loved being in charge, and if he felt that he wasn’t, he would make it be known by fucking you even harder. 

“Who’s lost girl are you ?” he would ask as he was about to cum

“Your’s Peter!” 

“That’s right.”

After he came he would always leave, he always had to do something.

“Baby please stay.” you begged

“Why would I do that?” he almost laughed

“Usually after people have sex they, I don’t know talk, cuddle, sleep.”

“Don’t be silly love, nobody does that.” he says as he walks out of the room.

Leaving you there, twisting your hair and letting tears come down your face.

You were starting to feel incomplete.

3 Weeks after

After an other night of well,, Peter getting what he wanted , you asked him something.

“Peter.” you lay on the bed still naked

“Not now Y/n I’m very busy.” he says as he puts on his pants

“Do you love me?” you ask almost regretting the question as soon as it came out of your mouth.

Peter looked at you almost in a confused way, and walked outside the door.

With that your heart shattered. You decided that enough was enough and ran after him, putting only a night gown on.

“Pan wait!” you say

He turns around, “Pan?” you were only allowed to call him Peter.

“I am sick of this, I just want to know if you love me or not.” 

“Y/n go back to bed.” he says as he began to talk to Felix

You step in the middle of both of them

“The hell are you doing?” he asked

“I will not move until you answer my question.” you say

“Fine, then we’ll move.” he says and him and Felix leave you, you stay there al night trying to prove a point, breakfast time and you have not moved, you were also sick as a dog, for it was cold that night.

“Come to bed.” you hear his voice and you turn around.

“Why?” you say sniffling your nose.

“Just come.” he says, you follow.

You get to his room and the fire is on, a long with a bunch of blankets and pillows.

“Oh Peter it’s Perfect! But it’s already breakfast time”

“We can skip it.” he kisses down your neck 

“But Peter I actually need it, I’m sick I need nutrition in my body.” you seriously.

“What you need, is me, I can make you feel all better.” he says.

“Peter stop.” you push him away 

“I’m sick, I’m going to get breakfast.” you say firmly

“What’s the point of having a lost girl then?” he mumbles under his breath but clearly wanting you to hear it

“Excuse me?” you began to heat up

“If you’re not going to give me what I want you’re better off sleeping in the tents outside with the rest of the lost boys.” he says as he crosses his arms

“So just because I don’t let you get it in I’m just an other lost boy then huh?” you almost scream

“You might as well be. That’s what I wanted you hear for.” he says bluntly

Your eyes began to tear up. “You’re an asshole.” you run outside and that was the last time you saw Peter.

About 3 months later you got settled in a town called StoryBrooke, you loved it, and you loved your brother Henry, he was your best friend, even though he was younger than you, you told each other everything.

Well the peace didn’t last log because Henry was take, and you were devastated.

As you all meet up in Ruby’s diner you all find ways to know where Henry could be you began to eat Henry’s favorite desert, apple pie.

You ate while the grown ups figured out where he was, they usually could figure out was faster before you since they were the ones with the magic powers.

“Bloody hell, I know where this kid is.” Hook said

You popped your head up a little curious and playing with your food just in case you weren’t supposed to be hearing.

“Where?!” Regina and Emma yelled at the same time.

“Neverland.” he says

Your fork dropped on the floor and so did your heart, you haven’t seen Peter since you yelled a him, since he sad all those terrible things.

You were terrified, but you had to get your best friend and brother back, and Peter was not going to stop you.

Part 2?

A Roll of the Dice

Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction/oneshot

Word Count: 10,254

Rating: Teen for sin

Pairings: Marichat/Adrienette

Summary: Alya gives Marinette a pair of adult love dice for her 18th birthday. Later that night, Chat Noir suggests to Marinette that they play a game with them to see if they work.

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