and that is a big deal


Alec: *muttering* Well, maybe if you didn’t put it on everything all the time this wouldn’t be happening

Magnus: *freezes, glitter poised dangerously* What was that, Alexander dear?

Alec: *moving towards door* I said I’m going to go buy more glitter

Magnus: That’s what I thought you said.

badassbiebahimagines  asked:

Hey! I love your blog! I'm currently writing a mafia story and I don't know a good way to start it,do you have any tips/prompts maybe?

Hey! So sorry for the very long wait!


• Start with something exciting/ interesting happening after a brief exposition.
• Introduce the basic traits of the MC off the bat. Are we dealing with a sassy extrovert, a snarky loner, a quiet geek, etc?
• Be as realistic as possible without sacrificing creative touches. Do your research on how the mafia works, the hierarchy, the rules, etc.
• If you want to add subtle clues to big realizations occurring later on, plant them from the beginning.
• Word dump any possible ideas for the beginning and edit later.


• The MC is escaping from the mafia.
• The MC is a mafia member who just lost the person they’re suposed to follow/kill.
• The MC’s loved one is the mafia leader and was just assassinated.
• The MC just witnessed a crime comitted by the mafia.
• The MC is a an undercover cop trying to join the mafia ranks.
• The leader of the mafia is trying to coerce the MC to join because they possess needed skills/connections.
• A gang war just began, and the MC is the leader of the mafia’s rival.

There should be more under ‘mafia prompts’ or 'gang prompts’. Hope I could help!

anonymous asked:

Chubby Hubby??

Ice Cream and Proton Streams

Chubby Hubby: a body image/self esteem headcanon.

Peter is kind of a fatass. He’s not overweight, but he’s certainly soft and not well defined. You’re not likely to see him with his shirt off for this reason unless he’s pretty comfortable around you or he just doesn’t have options. He won’t make a big deal out of it, he just prefers to wear a shirt.

one of the reasons mental illness sucks so fucking much is because people around you can literally tell you again and again that they love you, that they think you’re cool and funny, that they support you in every way, that you’re talented or intelligent, and no matter how many times they say it you’ll always cringe and shake your head and say “no, no i’m not, really” but the SECOND someone says one bad thing about you, even just once. You believe it completely. 


“You lead me to strange places, Hawke.”
“I’ll take you to stranger places than this, just watch!”


I never thought I’d get to see club penguin’s iceberg tip but here we are, probably 10 years since I stopped believing it was possible, and dreams have come true. (Excuse the sniff in the middle - I was holding back tears)

Emily: “So, Winston. Lena was telling me she used to not be able take off her chronal accelerator, in the old days.”

Winston: “Ah-ha-ha, yes. How embarrassing; those older models were so shoddy. You wouldn’t believe how long it took me to perfect a localized temporal stabilization field over a wide enough area that would allow-”

Emily: *grabs his arm* “THANK YOU.”